Sheri Frick

Lust Against Her Will

Chapter 1

She came out of the back door of her house, sleek and graceful, all pale, flashing legs and flowing blonde hair, all bright blue eyes and soft, red, perpetually pouting lips, all quick, lithe youthfulness, with a subtle yet easily perceptible aura of sensuality about her that said: She's ready.

Nickie Darcy tossed the thick towel over the back of a lawn chair with practiced expertise, never glancing in the direction of her target. Her eyes were only for the beckoning coolness of the pool, ahead.

The dark knit fabric of her two-piece swimsuit was an inviting contrast to the pale softness of her flesh. The suit was skimpy to begin with, and she had grown-to be sure-since she'd first gotten it the year before.

She was tall for her few years, almost five foot four. But she was fresh-faced, almost childlike in the hints of baby-fat lingering in her lovely countenance.

Her throat was graceful and smooth, an invitation to the lips of lecherous men and hot young boys. It flowed in clean young lines to her slender shoulders. There was a light sprinkling of freckles, so faint that they were almost invisible, across her upper chest.

Everything about her was so like a young girl-child.

Her waist was trim and smooth, her stomach and abdomen fat. Beneath the gentle softness of lingering baby-fat so thoughtlessly pressed by the elastic waist-band of her swimsuit bottoms were taut muscles. She loved to swim and run and ride her bike-and if the sensations of the bicycle seat jostling against her almost hairless little cunt lips and the dormant nubbin of her – clitoris, sending sweet waves of delight rippling through her slender frame, were an added incentive for the journeys down shaded roads, what of it?

Her hips were slender, barely stretched with the onset of puberty. And her ass was the tight, molded, saucy half-moons of a young girl-child, clearly outlined in its perky movements by the tight bottoms.

Her legs were long and slim, trimly athletic and shapely in their gentle curves. Her legs made men think of base pleasures, pleasures that were surely unknown to the finely made girl-child who walked on those marvelous legs.

But if all else about her seemed to say she was but a beautiful girl-child, they were overruled by her breasts.

Her breasts, Nickie's breasts, the breasts of this ‘child' were, in a word, perfect.

Nickie's breasts weren't little girl's boobies, or the pear shaped tithes of a barely pubescent child.

Nickie's breasts were firm, thrusting mounds of creamy sensitive flesh, jutting proudly away from her. Her breasts were the richly curved swells that girls and women years her senior dreamed of, wished for. Her breasts were the shape of half-globes, and tipped with tiny pink nipples that were sooo sensitive and became rigid little points at the least stimulation.

Her breasts weren't the fatty, overabundant knockers of some adolescent girls. Nickie's breasts were as saucy and proportioned as the rest of her-only a bit more so.

She strode to the edge of the pool, her nipples erected and clearly outlined against the sensuous pressure of the too-tight top. She poised at the edge and raised her arms over her head, preparing to dive, the motion lightening her top on her so that the upper swells of her breasts pushed above the line of fabric so that her tight little ass cheeks were clearly shown by the year-old suit bottoms, so that her long legs became still more lean and smooth.

She bent her knees and sprang outward, towards the center of the pool, turning with smooth grace to knife into the glassy surface of the water.

The coolness was an Invigorating shock after the heat of the day. For long moments she explored the bottom, her healthy young lungs holding the air for almost a full minute before letting herself float to the surface,

Her head broke water. Her small, quick fingers went through her wet hair, bringing it back and away from her face, Her cheeks were slightly flushed with exertion and the glistening droplets of water seemed to gleam on her skin.

Languidly, she turned over and floated on her back only her head, toes, and the twin peaks of her snowy breasts breaking the surface.

But Nickie Darcy was an adventurous girl, a girl who loved excitement and new things-especially if they offered the promise of pleasure.

Because Nickie had inherited her disposition and proclivities from her mother and father.

She quickly grew bored with sedate floating and set out to swim ten laps of the pool.

With the same impetuousness she brought to everything. Nickie began kicking and stroking towards the end of the pool, then turned, precisely and strongly, and pushed off towards the other end.

She loved to feel the stretching of her muscles, the strangely satisfying, twinges of pain in calves, and shoulders that came with the exertion. She was aware of-her body, aware of it with a lucidity and appreciation that were not only far beyond her years, but beyond many who lived far longer than she had.

It was in this very same pool, not too many weeks earlier, that she had been horsing around with her brother. It had begun innocently enough, when her brother Ted had pulled her suddenly into the pool. It was purely accidental when he'd torn loose the straps holding the halter of her suit-and exposed her budding breasts to his youthful gaze.

And the knowledge of his eyes on her naked breasts had somehow excited her.

She climbed out of the pool and reached for the towel, luxuriating in the feel of the plush terrycloth against her sensitive flesh. She loved the sensation of touch-perhaps too much for her own good.

Quickly drying off, she-headed back into the house and ran up the stairs to her own room. Almost by reflex, she glanced out through the window of her room at the window on the other side of the patio roof.

It was through that window that she had watched her brother, excited after the pool incident, jerk on his hard, erected young cock until he'd spurted his creamy froth out. Through that window she had seen where he hid the photo-filled magazines that excited him.

She pulled a pair of panties from her dresser drawer, then decided to wear her faded blue-jean cut-off s and a tee-shirt.

She remembered how she'd sneaked into his mom and taken the magazines, how he'd caught her…

…how she'd tugged at his young cock with her own small white hand, duplicating the motions he'd used till he shot his hot spunk all over her quivering, exposed flesh, and how his fingers had worked at her sensitive, toe-ready little candy clit till she'd writhed and come herself.

She was an adventurous girl! A curious girl!

She was her mother's daughter, her father's daughter. She was a hedonist, a sybarite as much as they were.

She finished dressing and padded barefoot down the stairs, then out the front door to go to the mailbox. Her mother was out shopping, her brother still slept, her father away on another-yet another-of the sales trips that kept him away from home for such long periods at a time.

She passed one of the funny little basement casement windows-and remembered the night when Tod had come to her room and led her out through the sweltering night darkness. She remembered so vividly watching her mother and father getting it on in the basement rec room through that window.

And then Tod had eased his throbbing young hardon into her hungry little slit. It was the first time she'd ever had a boy, though she'd stripped away her own cherry the night before, in the steamy bathroom.

There were two magazines, a bill from the phone company and a letter to her mother from Uncle Ernie. Nickie closed the mailbox door and hurried back to her home.

She was just pouring the milk over her cereal when she heard the sound of a car door slamming, then an engine-and by the time the car was roaring off down the street, Nickie was at the window, watching.

Barely two minutes had elapsed since the car left when another pulled in.

The tall, handsome, virile-looking young man got out of the car and strode to the door of the house. And just as Nickie had expected-and hoped-there was Mrs. Norflus, nearly bursting with ripeness.

Nearly bursting out of her totally unconcealing housecoat.

Nickie giggled to herself and darted up the stairs to her brother's room.

"Tod," she said hurriedly. "Tod, Tod, wake up!"

She leaped onto the bed beside her brother's sleeping form and began shaking him.

Tod opened one eye-and found himself looking directly at one bobbling Nickie breast as his sister jumped and shook him.

"What time is?" he asked, annoyed.

"Eight-thirty," she said, dismissing that subject for its unimportance in comparison to the news that followed. "Tod, Mrs. Norflus is at it again!"

At that, her brother opened both eyes and sat upright in the bed. The sheet fell away to his waist, revealing his stringily muscled, bare chest. "You mean her-old man took off?"

She nodded excitedly. "And her stud just arrived! C'mon!"

Tod hurried out of the bed and followed Nickie to the window of his room. From there, they could easily see across the fifty or sixty yards to the Norilus' house-and with the aid of the powerful, precision-made binoculars Tod had gotten as a Christmas gift the year before, they could see in living technicolor all the fun and games of Mrs. Norflus and seemingly unending succession of young studs that paraded to her door-and bedroom-when her husband went off on one of his frequent business trips.

They were lots more fun, as neighbors, than the previous residents-an elderly couple.

Sam and Janet Norflus had moved in only a few weeks before. Sam Norflus was in his late fifties, paunchy, with a brutal, peasant's face. He was a big shot for some chain of stores and was constantly taking off to visit the branches.

Janet Norflus was in her late twenties, with an ordinary face, rich olive complexion and a figure that caused traffic accidents. Long, shapely legs, full, rounded ass, pinched waist and enormous, ripe breasts and a disposition that made ambitious men glad.

Time and again, Nickie and Ted had watched from his bedroom window, taking turns and arguing over who got the binoculars. The Norflus bedroom window was right over the Norflus bed-a huge, satin-sheeted, circular affair.

And it never failed. Less than five minutes after her husband left on one of his trips, Janet Norflus was at their doorway, greeting in a succession of handsome, well-dressed and well-hung-studs.

Nickie shivered in anticipation-and gladness. Just a few weeks before, prior to her eventful visit to her Uncle Ernie's house, she wouldn't have fully appreciated what was happening with Janet Norflus' escapades.

But now she could. And did.

"There she is!" Tod exclaimed, peering through the field glasses.. Nickie knew that he wouldn't be willing to relinquish the binoculars yet, not till the voluptuous housewife had stripped off her clothes and exposed her bountiful charms to his gaze. She strained her eyes to see-but couldn't make out any details.

She could see the housecoats opening, though, and the movement of the young woman and her service attendant towards each other. She could see the man push the housecoat back and off the woman's shoulders, to fall in a crumpled heap at her feet. She could see the man's hands moving over her, exploring her.

She could feel her own nipples stiffening in empathetic response to the caresses the sensual wife was receiving across the lot.

Nickie glanced down at her brother's shorts and saw the telltale bulge of his own hardening prick.

"To-od," she cooed, running her fingers lightly over that bulge, feeling him tighten at her knowing touch. "To-od, aren't you going to let me look? If you're piggy about it, well… " She gave his half-bard penis a quick squeeze and then removed her hand completely.

Ted looked down into her clear blue eyes and then thrust the field-glasses into her hands. "I believe in sharing with my little sister," he said, emphasizing the little to remind her that he was aware of her curves and charms.

"Oh, he's the best one yet," she said, watching intently. Janet Norflus was working at the buttons of the young man's shirt, then pulling it away from him, her fingers becoming less certain as her haste increased.

When the shirt was gone, she ran her hands through the mass of thick, dark hair covering his chest, savoring the feel of its silkiness.

The man, meantime, was hefting the weight of her huge breasts in his fingers, gently fondling the big, fleshy masses till her enormous nipples were stiffened. Her aureoles were easily the size of fifty-cent pieces, perhaps bigger, and her nipples weren't, far off the size of those on baby-bottles.

As he tweaked those large, sensitive nozzles, Janet was unfastening his belt, the snap of his pants, his zipper. With clumsy, passionate baste, she pushed them down over his hips-and then dropped to one knee to continue pulling his pants and brightly striped briefs down over his powerful thighs, over his knees, over his hairy calves.

She quickly unlaced his shoes and pulled them off, then brought her hands up to lovingly caress his enormous penis!

Nickie gasped with the realization of the size of the man's member. It was. huge! It was enormous! It was gigantic!

It was turning her on just to look at it!

It didn't cool her off to have her brother's hand reaching inside her tee-shirt to fondle one swelling breast and play with one hardened little nipple.

Nickie stared through the binoculars as the man stepped out of his pants and underwear. Janet Norflus was bringing her hands up to that huge dick, running her fingers with loving adulation over its length and thickness, licking her lips for the visual benefit of the I over-sized young stud,

She stretched up and planted a gentle kiss on the broad, purplish glans, a kiss that lingered and sent a shudder through the man's body, a kiss that opened as her mouth sucked the swollen knob between her lush lips.

Tod's hand moved to her other breast-and then was suddenly gone.

Nickie swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and turned over the binoculars to her brother.

"Oh, wow!" he whispered appreciatively. "She's licking him off! Oh, wow!"

Nickie stared out the window, trying to make out the specific details of the hot stuff that was going on in their neighbor's bedroom while running her hand the front of her brother's shorts to his throbbing cock bulge. Watching the lonely young housewife's adventures always excited Tod, but Nickie could readily sense that this time was something special.

She slowly pulled open the fly of his shorts and put her cool, soft fingers inside to gently caress the sensitive flesh of Tod's dick-and then suddenly withdrew her hand.

With a groan of resignation, he handed her the glasses.

Nickie stayed as she was, on her knees, and peered out at the window.

And sucked in her breath.

Even as she watched the lugubrious scene, the horny young wife was sucking in her lover's huge prick! Slowly-slowly-inch-by-inch, the massive member was disappearing into the woman's mouth, between her full, luscious lips till the man's balls were slapping up against her chin and her month was working on the base of his shaft in the thick, hirsute pubic tangle.

Then, with equal languor, that thick rod began to reappear from between her sucking mouth ups, coming out of the sheath of her throat with a glistening coating of saliva.

All but the, head was withdrawn before the movement was suspended for a long moment of vigorous sucking. And then, again, that stupendous penis was being eagerly swallowed back into the horny young woman's receptive throat.

Nickie found her own breath quickening, her little nipples throbbing as much in response to what she was watching as to what her brother's hand was doing to them beneath her tee-shirt.

Tod moved the fingers of his other hand to her waist and deftly undid the snaps. Eagerly, he pulled her shorts down. He sucked in his breath at finding her naked beneath them, at having her almost hairless little quim exposed to his eyes and hands.

He gently ran one finger up and down between the downy fringed lips of her slit-and then pulled it away. Without protest, Nickie handed over the binoculars.

As he put them to his eyes, Tod moaned. For while he watched Janet Norflus quicken the rocking of her head back and forth over her stud's stallion prick, his sister-still on one knee was dropping his own shorts.

Nickie ran her fingers lightly, caressingly up and down the insides of Tod's strong young thighs. She let them trail through his pubic hair, twining the strands between her fingers, letting the palm of her hand just brush the base of his throbbing dick.