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CHAPTER TWO

"Goddamn! What's the matter with you, girl? You're out here in our very own back yard screwing like some kind of animal! An animal, dammit, an animal!"

Karen straightened her skirt and peered up at her angry father. He could be such a drag at times – and this was one of those times she wished he didn't even exist.

"Oh, Daddy, don't be like that…"

Karen's protest was cut off by Ralph Finney leaning over and slapping her across the face. The palm of his hand stung and tingled with the sudden blow that left his handprint outlined in red on Karen's cheek. She reached up and timidly touched the spot where he had slapped her.

"I don't take no backtalk from my own flesh and blood." Ralph turned to Vic, who was hurriedly zipping his jeans. "And for rutting pigs like you…!"

Vic almost vaulted over the wall. Ralph's booted foot helped him over the last few inches by being firmly planted on the teenager's ass. The sound of the youth's running footsteps receded in the night as he got the hell away from Karen's angry old man.

Karen stood, still rubbing her hurt cheek. "You shouldn't have hit me…"

Ralph struck her again. "Don't tell me what to do, you little slut! You'll screw anything that wears pants!"

"So you want me to be a lesbian and only screw women!" Karen snapped.

She was rewarded by another open-handed slap. Ralph idly rubbed his hand as he studied his daughter. He shook his head slowly as if he were deep in thought.

"I just don't know what the hell to do with you. There's not a stud at that high school of yours that you haven't balled… don't give me any of your sass, young lady!"

The crunch of gravel made Ralph turn slightly. He saw his wife coming out of the house to see what the commotion was all about. Miriam Finney was an older edition of Karen, but more stately, more mature. And she didn't sleep around.

At least, not that Ralph knew.

"What's going on out here?" Miriam asked, looking from Ralph to her daughter's well-slapped face.

Ralph answered, "She's been at it again. Been out there fuckin' one of those high school boys. She's absolutely without an ounce of shame. I don't know what the hell we're going to do about her. I just don't know what we can do!"

"Maybe if we just sort of got her away from here for a while. We could go up to the lake house for the summer. It's out of the way, isolated. Maybe she'll do better if she's able to be alone. Away from temptation and that hideous friend of hers – whatshername."

"Her name's Lynn, dammit! And you know it as well as I do!" cried Karen. She didn't like the idea of being shuttled off to the lake house for the summer. It was a lonely place, well away from anywhere that would give her even a small measure of fun.

"Don't swear," said Miriam absent-mindedly. "You know, Ralph, that might be the best thing we could do. This city living just doesn't sit too well with me at all."

Both Ralph and Miriam were from small towns and didn't like the hustle and hurry of the big city. But Ralph's job required that they live here. It was too good a job to quit no matter how much they preferred the country life. The only break they could get from the frantic rat-race was their lake house on Folter Lake. They enjoyed going up, sitting in the sun, relaxing and soaking up the forest's silence.

"Well, maybe that would be the only thing we could do. It's either that or send the little bitch to a reformatory!"

"Oh, Ralph! Karen's not that bad. It's just a phase she's going through. As soon as she gets tired of flirting with all the boys, she'll get serious about one and settle down."

Ralph shook his head as if he didn't believe it. "Get to your room, young lady. Right now. We'll leave for the lake in the morning." Miriam pointed toward the house to emphasize her words. After Karen had headed for the house, the back of her dress grass-stained from where her ass had ground into the moist grass, Ralph said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to go up alone until next week. That deal I've been working on with the Rennecke Iron Works is coming to a committee vote. I got to be there to nursemaid it through."

"Isn't there someone else you can let do all this, Ralph? This could be important to Karen's entire future."

"I know, dammit, I know. But we wouldn't even have that fancy house up on the lake if it wasn't for deals like this with the iron foundry. I can make it up as soon as things are all worked out. I promise." He took his wife in his arms and held her close.

"You know, fucking out here in the grass does seem sort of a neat thing to do!" Ralph said.

"Oh, Ralph!" Miriam snorted. She stood on tiptoe, lightly kissed him, and then turned to go back to the house.

Ralph swatted her a good one on her ass. "That's just for luck, doll, just for luck!"

The two went back into the house, not caring what Karen did. They had overcome the obvious problem. Nothing else would bother them that night, of that they were sure.

Karen had gone to her room, slammed the door and locked it. As an added protection, she'd moved her dresser over so that the edge rested against the door, making it impossible for anyone to get in without making a ruckus.

The girl flopped down on her bed, rocked back and forth until the springs took up all the shock of her sudden fall. She exhaled firmly, put her hands behind her head and glared at the ceiling. Karen wasn't pleased with the way things had gone tonight.

Vic's cock was a good, hard eight inches. And she'd probably never see him again. Not after her old man had booted him all the way over the fence. Just thinking about the look on the boy's face, however, made Karen laugh.

It had been soooo funny!

He'd probably still be running for his very life when the sun came up! Karen sighed and snuggled down into the softness of the bed. It was such a waste of good cock chasing Vic off like that, though. Such a Goddamn stupid waste!

She propped her head up on the pillow and began to explore her body. Karen wasn't under any illusions about her body. It was a nice one. She knew she had good tits, firm ones that boys loved to fondle and squeeze as much as she liked to have them fondled and squeezed.

The girl's hands slowly moved over the lightly clothed boobs. She massaged the undersides of her tits, then pushed the marshmallowy flesh upward so that the nipples pointed up at her face. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to suck on her own boobs.

She'd thought about taking up yoga and limbering up. But that seemed such a waste of time when she could be out finding boys who'd be more than happy to fondle and suck her tits for her.

The material of the dress began to wrinkle in places, strain at the seams in others. It rubbed uncomfortably against the delicate nipples cresting each tit. Karen sat up and skinned out of the dress in one swift, lithe movement. She sat naked on her bed.

Her hands went back to her boobs. The silky flesh under her fingers excited her. The girl felt her cunt begin to water and gush forth hot juice. It was just like some boy was offering her his prick. But this was… different.

Karen was getting turned on simply by rubbing her thumbs across the blood-engorged nubs of her nipples. She took both her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. The flesh felt rubbery, resilient. As the girl rotated the tiny, excited mushrooms of flesh, tiny jabs of joy raced into her chest. The warmth of the arrows of delight made her moan. It was such a wonderful feeling!

Her hands began to roam, pressing firmly down on her tits. The flesh flowed like putty as she shoved her palms down – hard – on the very tips of her conical, snow-white tits. Karen limply collapsed back to the bed.

Her muscles had turned to water. She wasn't able to support herself as long as her hands continued to wander over her boobs, teasing and tormenting the fiery red nipples. Karen pressed down even harder and felt her heart beating through her left tit. The flesh seemed to transmit the hurried throb of her heart, the increased lustful pounding as she continued to fondle herself.

"Ummm!" the girl moaned, unable to keep silent. She knew that she couldn't make too much noise or her father would come in and beat her again. He'd lectured her a dozen times on masturbating and how it was wrong.

How could anything that felt this damned good be wrong? Karen had decided Ralph Finney was full of shit. He was as wrong as he could be. She'd get herself off; she'd have to. Vic had lit the fires of lust in her body but hadn't been allowed to properly quench them. It was up to her to put them out all by herself.

Karen was soon writhing around, giving off low moans like some bitch in heat. The soft bedspread under her naked body aroused her. Every time she moved against it, the soft, cradling cloth caressed her body sensuously. She felt hot and cold flashes as the soft cloth rubbed over her silky ass-flesh. The erotic feeling of the cloth on her shoulders and back almost brought her off.

Karen resisted the feeling. She didn't want a little orgasm. She didn't even want a series of tiny ones. The girl was saving up the feelings like a miser hoarding gold. She wanted one huge, soul-wrenching come. She wanted to feel like she was caught up in an earthquake, tossed and hurled back and forth.

She wanted the hugest orgasm ever!

Karen rolled over onto her belly. She started rocking back and forth to get the full feeling of the softness underneath her satin-skinned body. Her tits formed little craters in the soft bed. The girl began wiggling her shoulders to drive the tips of her tits as far into the mattress as she could.

The way her lustfully aroused nipples ached convinced her this was the right thing to do.

Her slender-fingered hand strayed down to the matted bush between her trim, marble-white thighs. When Karen felt the tangled growth of her cunt mound, a shiver of excitement surged throughout her body. This was so good!

She restrained another "Ummm!" by burying her face in her pillow. All the time, her hand descended further and further. Finally, she felt the wetness, the passion juice flowing from her cunt. The thick oils soon drenched her hand and dribbled out onto the bed. The girl didn't care.

She continued stroking up and down her pussylips. The blood filled flaps contained millions of tiny little nerve endings. Each one shot out its single-minded message: PLEASURE!

Karen's slim fingers gently parted her cuntlips and began exploring the dark, dank recesses beneath them. The delicately scalloped inner lips were already moist with her cunt juice. The slightest touch sent tremors surging through the girl's body.

When she sank her middle finger two knuckles deep up her twat, she almost came. She gulped, burrowed her face even further into her pillow and continued fingering her cunt.

It felt so good having that finger wiggling around inside her pussy. It was as if it was able to satisfy a need that couldn't otherwise be taken care of. This was what she needed – not to be sent to some dumb lake!

When Karen added a second finger up her cunt, volts of sheer carnal energy blasted at her mind. She climaxed.

As the pounding waves of orgasms faded away, Karen continued to move her fingers in and out of the clutching, tight, hot little manhole. The thought stuck in her mind. This was a manhole. It was supposed to be filled with something long and rigid and throbbing – a cock!

It was supposed to be filled with a cock fucking the daylights out of her!

How badly she needed – wanted – a man's prick in her cunt mercilessly fucking her, making her feel good all over!

But Karen realized the best she could do was a couple lousy fingers wriggling around. And they had to be her own fingers, too.

The girl rolled to her side and glanced around her room, looking for something to take the place of a nice, quivering, pulsing male cock. The flashlight on her dresser didn't look too inviting. The hairbrush handle was too small – hell, it was smaller than even that dippy Willie's cock.

Karen's eyes stopped roving when they lighted on the candle. It was a good inch and a half in diameter, maybe two inches. It was a monster. She wondered for a moment if she should try stuffing that up her cunt. It was as if her body answered for her: PLEASURE!

Anything for pleasure. Karen lithely flowed to the candle holder, wrenched the wax cylinder from its base and fondled it for a few seconds. It felt cool and smooth and… big!

The teenager lay back down on the bed, her slim legs spread wide in a huge vee. Like an arrow, her pussy hair seemed to point directly to her cunt. Karen poised the monstrous candle at her cuntlips for a moment, allowing her cunt juices to dribble and trickle out over the waxy surface.

Then, with a quick motion, she rammed the candle as far up her cunt as she could.

She couldn't hold back the "Aaaaiiieeee! Oh shiiit!" as the pain assaulted her body. Her cunt walls were stretched to the breaking point. Bolts of pain lanced through her belly. Then, slowly, the pain faded and was replaced by a completely different feeling.

It was a feeling of contentment, satisfaction, PLEASURE!

Karen began twisting and turning the candle inside her cunt. It soon became totally covered with her oily inner fluids. She began thrusting it deeper and deeper into her belly until she felt it smack into her womb. No real cock was this long!

Then she withdrew the candle, slowly, carefully. Each inch was a delight. Her body screamed and cried with pleasure. She was being assailed with undiluted joy. This was how it was meant to be, not a couple teeny little fingers wiggling around in her twat!

When Karen began really fucking herself with the candle, she found she couldn't tell the difference between the candle and a man's prick. She was stretched and pulled in new and different and exciting ways with the candle. But the cold, lifeless shaft didn't pulse and quiver like a real cock.

But what was the difference? She needed sexual release. This was the only way she could get it. She fucked faster and faster with her makeshift dildo. Each trip up her cunt was a brand-new experience. Her nerves tingled and screamed out their joy. An inner warmth began to grow. Embers turned to coals. Coals turned to blazing fires.

Karen was afire with passion. As she fucked herself harder and harder with the candle she wondered if she could light the wick with her incredible inner heat. Or if the candle would melt.

She felt like she was melting inside. Would the candle follow her lead? Her innards went weak and watery as the candle raced up her cunt again and again. Karen had to stifle her moans of joy to prevent either of her parents from looking in on her.

The entire world was filled with wonder. The soft cradle of her bed caressed her ass and back and shoulders. Her legs were raised in the air to allow her deeper penetration with each thrust of her dildo. A sheen of sweat broke out on her body, but the girl didn't even notice.

All that mattered to her was the surge of lightning each time she rammed the candle into her cunt. There was a liquid squishing noise as her pussy began to really water with excitement.

Karen began to rub and brush across her clit with each powerful plunge up her twat. The tiny little nubbin of erectile tissue screamed out its message of carnal arousal. Karen had never felt more alive, more in need of a good fucking.

Unbidden, her hands speeded up. The candle raced faster than the eye could see. But she could feel every single inch of the waxy cock's progress up her cunt. When Karen began to rotate the candle once it was buried far up her cunt, she knew that she couldn't hold back her tremendous orgasm any longer.

Like some animal driven into rutting frenzy, Karen stroked faster and faster with her dildo. The final plunge was like a detonator on a keg of powder. She climaxed.

Fireworks erupted in her brain. Fever racked her gorgeous body. She arched her back to take even more of the candle up her cunt. All too soon, the climax faded into nothingness.

Karen was left with an oil-covered candle, a sore pussy and an empty feeling inside. It had been good, but a real cock would have been better.

And she was going to be sentenced to solitary confinement at that Goddamn lake all summer long!