She lay in the dark, the narrow cluttered bedroom alive with shadows, vague half-seen shapes. Her older brother was sleeping on a cot at the far end of the room and she could hear his heavy asthmatic breathing. He was snoring too and the bedsprings moved rhythmically, rattling softly in the dark.
Across from her, the hulking black silhouette of her father's prostrate body stirred fitfully as she squinted and tried to pierce the shadows. They were both asleep and she snuggled under the quilt, thinking of the decision she had made, the money she had saved working in the dime store down in Tatersville.
I'm going. I'm leaving, gettin' out, Laura Beth thought to herself, smiling in the darkness, remembering the stories she had read, the movie magazines she had devoured ever since she was able to read.
She was sixteen now, a full-grown lady so her paw always told her, fit for marryin' and raisin' younguns. That was the way he spoke and she giggled to herself, glad she had had the foresight to take that home improvement course, the one that came all the way from Chicago, teaching her how to improve her speech and poise so she'd be "right dignified," not a Hillbilly, an Arkie like her paw and her older brother.
No, her mind was made up, straight as an arrow. She was going to catch a bus to Little Rock tomorrow and from there New York, the Big Apple, the Great White Way. Everyone she knew, even the manager at the store in Tatersville, had always told her she should be in pictures or model clothes in those imagine ladies' magazines.
Why shouldn't I? Laura Beth asked herself. I'm just as pretty as all those other slinky girls. Maybe a little heavier, but everyone in Tatersville thinks I'm the spittin' image of Marilyn Monroe, before she dyed her hair.
Indeed, Laura Beth Coates bore a remarkable resemblance to the late and lamented movie star. Full-bosomed, round of bottom, her long auburn hair was a silky nest every man and boy in Tatersville and up in the Ozark hills where she lived, wanted to lay their head upon and have her for their very own.
But she wasn't going to be trapped like her paw and her older brother, her mother who had asked for little and had gotten nothing in return, only the grave and some pitiful bunches of wild flowers strewn over the pine casket.
She was sixteen, finished with school, anxious to embark on a new life of adventure and fame for herself. And nobody but nobody was going to stand in her way, no matter what. "Laura Beth, you asleep?" the muted voice came out of the darkness.
She jerked to attention, startled by the soft whispery sound that had broken the stillness of the darkness and the night. "No, paw. I'm awake," she whispered back, turning her head to the side so that she could see the silhouette of her father moving on the other side of the room.
"Come warm you paw's tired feet, Laura Beth. They're mighty cold and I'm a might lonesome, besides," he went on as he heard her lifting off the covers and throwing her legs over the side of the bed.
Her teeth chattered. It was getting cold, Indian summer come and gone. The nip of winter and frost was in the air and the floorboards creaked, chilly too as she skipped across the room and her father lifted up his blanket and she slid in alongside of him, knowing she would miss him too, that she had no choice but to leave, even if it would make him unhappy.
"Thank ya, Laura Beth," he whispered as he reached out and she snuggled up against him.
She smiled then, feeling the warmth of his strong burly body, feeling security and protection as well, something she was afraid of not finding when she got to New York. "I love you, paw," she told him then, turning her head over her shoulder and pressing her lips against his forehead.
"I know you do, honey. You're my one and only now that your ma's with the angels," he replied, moving his hand around her shoulders and drawing her up against his firm muscled body.
He was twenty years older than her, but still in his prime at thirty-six. Laura Beth fitted her back against his front like two spoons and closed her eyes, enjoying her father's protective embrace.
His hand moved lower and cupped one of her lush firm breasts. He'd never done that to her before, but she liked the way it felt. He loves me, she thought to herself, glad he had called out in the darkness.
Ever so slowly, Eban Coates moved his fingers across her breasts, stroking, nibbling on the tendrils of hair along the back of her neck. Laura Beth said nothing, shivering as a strange glow of pleasure began to spread through her body.
The nipple her father was stroking was growing wonderfully firm and hard and she rubbed her back and smooth rounded bottom against him. He was wearing pajamas, as was she, but the cloth was thin and clinging.
She'd never told him what she'd done with her brother less than a month before. But everyone had told her she was a woman, even if she was only sixteen. He'd taken her behind the barn and showed her everything she had heard about, lots more besides.
The pleasure-after the initial pain-she had felt then was something she had wanted him to do, again and again. But he seemed a little reluctant to teach her the searing lessons of sex that she now demanded, saying that paw was around, that he wouldn't hanker to that kind of stuff.
But it was growing increasingly apparent to Laura Beth that her father did hanker to that kind of stuff, as her brother had put it. Now, unable to resist, she began to slowly rub her bottom back and forth, able to feel something marvelously hard and fleshy between the cheeks of her ass.
"You're a woman now, ya know that, Laura Beth," he told her then, still clutching one of her breasts, rotating his palm over the stubby distended nipple.
"I guess so, paw," she giggled, moving more quickly now, feeling that hardness frictioning between her buttocks, pushing the pajama bottoms right into the crack of her ass.
Everything he was doing felt so safe and comforting. And pleasurable besides. She didn't want him to stop and she felt his warm breath along the back of her neck. "Let your paw take a look at you, Laura Beth. You're a mighty beautiful piece of womanhood and it gives me pleasure in my old age."
"You're not old, paw, that's silly," she chided him, giggling softly and pulling back.
She lay there, looking at him as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. Her brother was still snoring and she ignored him as her father swung around, kneeling in front of her.
"What's that you got there, in your pajamas, paw?" she asked.
She could see something tenting up the bottom of his pajamas and though she knew what it was, it seemed much more monstrous and larger than the one her brother had showed her behind the barn, the one he had used to initiate her into womanhood, as he'd called it then.
"See for yourself, Laura Beth," Eban Coates replied, trembling as he looked down at her lush seductive figure.
The pajamas were warm, damp with sweat, clinging to her and revealing every curve of her voluptuous body. He could see the deep V-shaped mound between her thighs and he breathed harder, itching to reach out and run his finger across her pussy, to feel the curly tendrils of reddish-brown pubic hair, the wet lips and slippery opening of her cunt.
He knew she was going to leave him soon, though he hadn't broached the subject with her. Now, he wanted to enjoy her, to feast upon her before she left him. There had been few women in his life since his wife, Laura Beth's mother, had died.
And Eban was the kind of hot-blooded and lusty mountain man who constantly was in a state of erection, able to relieve much of his sexual desires with the accommodating help of some sheep and a cow or two, a goat even, on the farm.
But he had watched Laura Beth growing taller and bustier and now he knew what had to be done, not telling her either how he had caught her behind the barn with her brother, how he had spied on them, watching the way his son and daughter frolicked on the ground, turning him on so incredibly that he hadn't thought twice about whipping out his cock and jerking off, even as they fucked and sucked with youthful abandon.
And as he thought of these things, remembering how she had looked naked and sweaty with her firm heaving jugs swaying from side to side, her wet steaming gash begging for him to enter and penetrate, to pierce with his stiff throbbing cock, Laura Beth giggled once again and reached out in the darkness.
Eban stiffened as he felt his daughter's hand moving against his crotch, her fingers clenching around his stiff-standing dong. As for Laura Beth, she whistled softly between her teeth, amazed by what she felt, hardly believing that it could be real, for it seemed so much larger, so much more thick, than her brother's.
"Do ya like touchin' me like that, Laura Beth?" he asked and she nodded her head, not having to reply as he fumbled with the buttons over his fly, undid them and let his pajama bottoms slip down off of his waist and hips.
His cock sprung out in the darkness, even as she leaned forward to get a better look. Eban was shaking, itching all over, feeling the way she was now rubbing her fingers back and forth, exploring, touching every inch of his thick and impressive pecker.
"Yes, your paw sure loves that, Laura Beth," he told her. "I want my darlin' daughter to know ever part of me. Isn't it hard and real thick, too, a whole might bigger than your brother's, I'd reckon."
Laura Beth stifled a gasp. She didn't know if her father had seen her behind the barn or not, but now he laughed softly and ran his fingers through her long silken hair, comforting her even as she kept her fingers glued over his massive jutting pole of manflesh.
"It's all right, honey," he told her then.
"Your paw's right proud of you and your brother. I saw what the two of you did and it pleased me."
"It did?" she asked with disbelief.
"Sure, because I knew you were havin' such a good time that it did my heart good. Would you want to have the same good time now, with your paw?" he asked. '
"Oh yes, paw, yes I would!" she cried out, hoping she hadn't spoken too loud and awakened her brother. "And it is so big, paw. It feels so hard and smooth, like velvet."
She fondled his cock, moving her clenching hand all the way up and slowly easing down the hood of foreskin, exposing the round mushroom capped head of his thick manly penis. Eban moaned softly and marveled at the pleasure he was feeling.
And when she ran her fingers over the naked head of his huge prong, he rocked back and forth, his heavy pendulous balls swaying hotly between his thickset grizzly thighs. Her young lush body beckoned to him and he kept trying not to cry out, to groan and arouse his son from his slumber.
Reaching lower with her other hand, Laura Beth couldn't even balance her father's heavy balls in the palm of one hand. They spilled over the sides like a sac of coins, heavy and wrinkled, the long wiry pubic hairs scratching her palm.
Her body was still tingling, more than ever, warm rushes of uncanny delight coursing up and down her loins. She could feel something happening between her legs, the same heat and wetness she had come to associate whenever she looked at a man who was handsome, or one of her favorite movie stars on the screen.
Now, unable to hold himself back, and shaking with excitement, Eban lowered her back on the bed. He leaned closer, whispering to her as he began to unbutton the top of her pajamas, hand-me-downs she had inherited from her older brother, Spence.
"I want you to do everything to me, paw, just like Spence did," she announced as she felt herself tensing as her father's hands undid the buttons.
"I will, Laura Beth," he grinned. "Your paw knows a helluva lot more than Spence. He's still a boy, Laura Beth, but your paw's a grown man. He knows how to give you pleasure, to teach you how to give me pleasure, too."
She kept smiling, trembling on the bed as he opened the top of her pajamas and spread the flaps wide, exposing the round heaving globes of her lusty young tits. Reaching down, he pressed both of his hands over her boobs and moaned hotly as Laura Beth stirred on the bed, delighted by the sense of excitement and arousal she was feeling.
She'd wanted this to happen, even though she hadn't ever said anything to her father. But she had always admired his firm muscular body, his rugged good looks and granite-lined face. And, on more than one occasion, she had seen the outline of his cock behind the fly of his overalls.
Now, she stared at it once again. It kept jerking up in the air as Eban cupped her jugs and moaned, rubbing his fingers over each taut and fleshy nipple. "I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours, Laura Beth," he whispered, letting go of her tits and reaching down to pull her pajama bottoms off.
"Do you really think it looks pretty, paw?" she asked as he tugged on her pajamas and she lifted her ass off the bed so that he could pull them free.
"It's even nicer than your ma's ever was," he admitted, shaking with excitement as he managed to pull the pajama bottoms completely off.
He threw them onto the floor and pulled her legs wide apart, glad the moon had suddenly come out from behind the clouds. It illuminated the room and he gaped, his mouth dropping open as he stared down at her lush naked cunt.
She watched him, wanting him to take off all his clothes, to see every part of him just as he was doing to her. "It's beautiful, Laura Beth," he told her then, the sprightly crop of love curls forming a succulent inverted triangle between her thighs, her pubic mound fleshy and plump and downright edible, so he thought to himself.
He could see the twin tapering lips, hot and red as if she'd dyed them with berry juice, bordering the inviting and gaping opening of her pussy. Drooling then, Eban bent to press his lips against her twat.
"Wait, paw," she said, pushing him back as he tried to shove his face between her legs. "Let me look at you, too. You know ... naked and all."
He smiled as she giggled shyly and quickly he pulled of his pajamas. The hard muscled planes of his chest were covered with a thick tangle of black hair and he reminded her of a woodsman she had seen in a picture book at school, stripped to the waist and chopping logs.
Her hand moved up and even as he wiggled out of the bottom of his pajamas, she was running her fingers through his chest hair, pinching each pale-brown inverted nipple, sliding her fingers lower along his lean flat stomach and then through the bush surrounding his hard dagger-like cock.
"You like touchin' me and all, don't ya, Laura Beth?" he wanted to know.
She nodded her head, feeling secure and safe with him, dwarfed by his big virile presence. Then, without another word, his body as naked as hers, Eban Coates swiveled around on the bed and moved alongside of her.
"I want to lick every inch of your beautiful little pussy, my darlin', and I want you to feel the way your paw's cock tastes in your mouth, all hot and smooth and hard," he hissed between clenched teeth, unable to get enough of her, devouring her alive with his wide-opened and staring eyes.
She looked at him and kept smiling, his body turning her on even more than Spence's had ever done. Unable to resist, even before her father lowered his face and buried his lips between her thighs, Laura Beth, reached over and opened her lips.
Gripping her father's heavy rigid penis around its hairy base, she thrust out her tongue and lashed it over the smooth glistening head of his cock. He moaned and didn't wait any longer. Even as he felt the way her slim pointy tongue was sucking and caressing his pole, Eban pressed forward, attacking her almost as he growled like a wolf on the prowl and rammed his eager hot lips between her thighs.
Laura Beth stiffened, shoving her mouth over the head of his cock as she felt his lips tonguing across her juicy split. She moaned and lifted one leg up, resting it over his shoulder and he started sucking, licking like a wild-man.
He couldn't speak, incredibly excited by the very taste and smell and feel of his daughter's hot and juicy snatch. It was as if he was sucking honey from a comb and he nuzzled against her damp pubic curls, chewing on each firm outer flap of cunt flesh.
She was so young and innocent, molded out of ivory, white and warm and incredibly exciting. Eban was going mad with lust and even as Laura Beth started sucking him off, slowly lowering her head down and taking in more and more of his massive rigid cock, he was exploring her pussy like a man who had never seen nor tasted cunt before.
Having been without it for so long, he now went berserk, reaching over and grabbing the twin bordering flaps, pulling them back as she moaned and sucked harder, pressing her lips and stretching them to the breaking point in her attempt to take into her mouth every last thick and straining inch of her father's penis.
But when she felt his tongue curling around the firm pulpy knob of her youthful and lusty clitoris, she pushed forward, arching her back, ramming her cunt in his mouth and demanding more and more of his lips and tongue.
Nibbling on her clit brought a hot gush of murky sap streaming down the shuddering walls of her virginal pussy. He sucked up the oily droplets of cunt juice, digging his thick wide tongue deeper inside, licking along the clenching walls of her pussy and pulling her legs around him so that all Eban could see and feel was cunt and more cunt, the feminine musky odor of Laura Beth's pussy making his head reel.
And the pleasure she was giving him was just as intense as the pleasure he was giving her. She had taken in more than half the length of his penis when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, stopping and trying to breathe through her nose.
Spence hadn't told her about this, but she was glad her paw had decided to teach her, for she loved sucking on his big meaty pole, using her tongue like a paddle, moving it up and down the hard burnished length of his dick.
With her free hand, she stirred the stones she felt inside his scrotal sac, marveling at their size and firmness, twin eggs that were heavy and filled with that wonderful warm sticky juice, the come that Spence had poured into her trembling cunt when he'd taught her all those things behind the barn.
I bet Spence would be envious of paw, too, she thought to herself, shaking and losing control as a heat spread through her body.
He was doing something to her, working on her cunt, and she was fast losing any ability to hold herself back. His long raspy-edged tongue was everywhere at once, digging in and out with hard jabbing and pistoning strokes.
The fact that he was giving her so much love, that he was her father and twenty years older than her, all turned Laura Beth on more than ever. She was confident and safe in his arms and she now began to bob her head up and down, keeping her lips glued around the thick rounded sides of his meaty cock-shaft.
He kept twitching, pushing his grizzly crotch up against her mouth, loving the way her tongue was sticking to his pole and licking fiercely while he kept on eating her out, chewing on her fleecy pubes and licking circles around her stiff wiggling clit.
His hands moved lower, letting go of her outer cunt flaps and pulling her crotch up to his face, feeling the twin moons of her bucking ass. It was too good to be true and Eban Coates knew what had to be done, for he was fast losing control of himself, so excited and turned on by the way she was sucking him off.
Gently, he eased back and she pulled her head up and gasped for breath as she rolled onto her back. He moved around and crouched in front of her, his eyes blazing in the dim light. Dawn was slowly ascending, the sky lightening as morning approached.
His cock rose out at her like a sword embedded in its tangled forest of wiry black hair. His unshaven cheeks made him more manly and she could even smell his heavy rutting odor, as pungent and cloying, as sexually arousing as the musky aroma of her hot and glistening trench.
"You know what would give your paw the greatest pleasure of all, Laura Beth?" he whispered, staring down at her and unable to resist fondling her jugs while he spoke. "Your paw would love to bury this monster of mine right down inside of you. Would you like that, Laura Beth? Would you like to feel your paw's cock moving in and out of your pussy, making you feel things you ain't never felt before, not even with Spence?"
Laura Beth licked her lips, knowing how good it indeed could be. "Yes, paw," she replied, spreading her legs wider and reaching down to pull apart the outer lips of her pussy. She spread them wide, her cunt open and distended, the wet pink meat of her vulva shining before his eyes and egging him on even more.
He was a man of incredible sexual stamina, insatiable, capable of fucking for hours-or nearly so-on end. Now, he hungered to ram his cock right between those wet gaping thick flaps of tingling cunt flesh, knowing the incredible excitement and pleasure he would feel, Laura Beth would feel as well.
"I want to feel your big thick cock going in and out of me, making me good and hot and burning up inside," she went on, her eyes as round and staring as her father's. She kept holding on to her cunt lips, pushing her hips forward, eager to feel his meat piercing her to the very quick. "I want you to shove it into me and fuck me, paw, just like Spence did. Do it, now, fuck me now, paw. I need it real bad."
She was almost whimpering, beside herself, her pussy fluttering in response to his sheer magnetic presence. He groaned with joy and no longer thought about stopping, not even thinking of anything at all but the imminent explosion, the moment of pleasure that was soon to come.
Taking hold of his cock, he aimed it forward, pushing down as he stretched out, straddling her voluptuous young body and rubbing the head of his pulsating cock back and forth between the gaping wet lips of her pussy.
"Keep holdin' them open. My cock's much thicker than your brother's and I don't want to ever hurt you, Laura Beth."
"You can't ever hurt me, paw. I love you too much," she replied, though she held back telling him how she had experimented after Spence had fucked her, taking her cherry and showing her how good it could feel to have a man's cock shoved up her pussy. She didn't tell her father how she had tired it out on herself, using thick candles as big if not bigger than his own enormous hard-on.
Now, she tensed as he rubbed back and forth, squashing her clit down and making her hornier and more excited than ever before. "Do it, paw," she begged, hungering after his dick. "Fuck me now, hurry, shove it into me and then come, fill my cunt with come, paw."
"I will, Laura Beth. I promise you," he groaned, aiming carefully and shoving forward from his hips.
She bit down on her lower lip, wincing as she let go of her outer cunt lips and felt the way the head of his cock was pulling them back, stretching them open, distending them as he rubbed the smooth unhooded glans against her clit and braced himself, his palms flat on the bed, his hands outstretched on either side of her.
"Now,".he moaned. "Feel it, watch it going into your pussy, my darlin'. "
And saying this, he heaved forward, ramming into her, filling her cunt as it had never been filled before. He was a man, not like Spence who, even at nineteen, still made her think of being with a boy and not someone all grown-up, like her father.
She looked down as he hovered over her, the head of his cock searing her, his foreskin scraping along her shuddering cunt walls as he thrust still deeper, angling forward so that more than half the length of his cock was soon enough hidden from sight, hidden inside of her stretched and burning muff.
"Ohh, paw, that feels so good, so hard; you're so thick," she moaned, shaking on the bed as he held himself steady and reveled in the incredibly tight wet embrace of her virginal snatch.
"Do you want more, Laura Beth? I have lots more to give you," he grinned.
"Yes, all of it, fuck me hard, paw, real hard and good and strong," she replied, pushing her hips forward and meeting the next searing downward stroke as he pistoned into her, stuffing inch after incredibly thick rigid inch of meat deep inside her overfully crammed and cock-filled snatch.
There was no stopping him, no stopping Laura Beth as well.
They moved as one and he kept lurching forward, shoving down until the last burning inches filled her and he could move his cock no deeper. He stopped and waited for her to get used to the sensation, amazed how he had succeeded.
They looked down, her own youthful and sparsely-haired crotch a stunning contrast to his own thickset, muscular and grizzly flanks. Laura Beth didn't move, feeling the way her pussy was filled to the breaking point.
Her father's cock was stuffed into the very limits of endurance and the head kept tipping her cervix, adding immeasurably to her pleasure. He lifted her legs up then and she locked her ankles around the small of his back as he pulled his meat halfway out and then slammed it into her once again.
That single frictioning stroke was nearly enough to get her off and make her come. She was incoherent, driven wild by his manly ways, his studly sexual skill and expertise. Spence was awkward, even ungainly, clumsy in comparison.
What her father was doing, the way he was manipulating her body as if it belonged to his cock and his cock alone, was enough to make her scream out, no longer able to stop herself as he kept growling like a wolf, like the sexually potent animal he actually was.
"Yes, Laura Beth, feel it, watch how it moves and we'll come together, a good strong hot bath of come inside your deliciously tight little pussy," he told her, holding himself steady so that his chest was above her, his hairy belly scratching and frictioning against her smooth tender stomach.
Then, he let go and began to volley it into her, pouring it on and shoving in and out with long laboring strokes. Laura Beth kept moaning, moving with her father, his manliness driving her berserk as her tits swayed hotly and her skin glowed, flushed and suffused with the reddish hue of sexual excitement.
"Yes, more, in ... out, in, harder ... out," she moaned, calling the strokes as he buried deeper, stuffing his manly weapon into the hot gripping depths of her youthful and tight little snatch.
"Squeeze it, Laura Beth. Use your muscles and squeeze your paw's big thick cock. It feels so good, and it's hot and wet, too, Laura Beth. I can't stop," he told her.
"Don't ... don't ever stop, paw," she begged. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me with your big thick cock and make me come while you're inside of me ... so good, it's so good to feel you on top of me, big and strong."
He laughed and then stopped abruptly, looking up past her and suddenly realizing that the two of them were not alone. For standing there, hovering in the darkness, was none other than his teenage son, Spence.
And, what was more, Spence was as naked and turned on as his father and his sister, not about to be left out of their wild and lusty sexual bout. "I need some too, paw. I need it real bad," the boy said, moving towards them with only one thought on his mind.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura Beth had forgotten about Spence, just as her father had done. But now that she was feeling so excited, so close to coming, she didn't mind having him there in the least. She glanced back as he laughed coarsely and moved closer, his stubby young cock rising up along his stomach, hard and throbbing.
"You want to show your brother how you feel about him, Laura Beth ? " her father asked, holding himself steady, his cock buried deep inside the girl's tight overheated muff.
Embarrassment was something he didn't even think about, for more than once he and his son had shared similar pleasures together, sodomizing sheep and goats to relieve their insatiable sexual hungers. Now, he didn't doubt that Laura Beth took after the rest of the family.
"Only if you think I should, paw," she giggled, teasing her brother as she pushed forward, rubbing her pubic mound against her father's hairy crotch.
"I think you should, Laura Beth. I think
Spence here needs to ram his cock right down your throat, if I say so myself."
Spence didn't wait for an engraved invitation.
Wildly turned on by their lewd and uninhibited display, excited just watching them, he got up on the bed and crawled around behind his sister. And even as she and her father started moving, stroking back and forth and rocking on the bed, Spence was pushing his stubby hard-on right down between her lips.
"Give it a good hot suck and make me come, too, sis," he moaned, rubbing the unhooded head of his dick back and forth across her lips until she opened her mouth wide and he shoved forward, slamming it down her throat.
The suddenness of his motion, the violence of his actions, got her more hot than ever. She knew she would come and even as she wrapped her lips around her brother's prong and he started swearing and pushing it in and out, stroking into her mouth, she moved with her father, loving everything that was happening, almost sorry she was so dead-set upon going to New York City.
Trying not to think of that, she let herself be consumed by pleasure and pleasure only. "Yes, feel it and come, come now, now," Eban moaned, his balls hitting her upraised legs again and again as he too got closer and closer to his long-awaited climax.
Her youthful vitality and tight succulent pussy was making him more wild and uncontrollable than ever. He hit into her with rapid searing strokes, savagely ramming his penis in and out of her cunt. But Laura Beth wanted it, more than ever.
Unable to speak, her mouth filled with her brother's hard throbbing pecker, she lurched up and down and thrashed against her father. He was overpowering her in every way and she moved with him, stroke for stroke until it finally happened and like a dam unable to withstand a flashflood, she felt herself going over the edge.
Her muffled groan and sudden wetness spurred her father on. For even as she came he too was about to fill her snatch with his hot bubbly load. As for Laura Beth, she couldn't stop herself. The pleasure of her climax was making her toss and turn and Spence shoved his cock still deeper, bending her tonsils back, his sweaty musky crotch making her dizzy.
She kept her lips fastened tightly around his pole and moved up and down, working her cunt muscles around Eban's prong, coming and shooting and loving every flickering fiery second of her climax. And then he too joined her in the pleasure of her ecstasy and release.
"Yes, Laura Beth, do it, suck on Spence's cock and keep on coming!" he called out, turned on by his children's lusty display, feeling his balls churning with semen which any second would soar up the buried and hidden length of his pole, gushing into her well-crammed pussy. "Now, shit yes, girl, feel my spend, what a fucking hot load, strong fucking come, girl, feel it, feel your paw's cream, Laura Beth!"
And then he too lost control and crashed against her, crushing her down on the bed. Spence opened his eyes wide, finding it incredibly exciting to watch his father coming inside his sister's pussy. Eban was going crazy, sucking on her tits as he pinned her down to the bed.
He felt his balls contracting and even as Laura Beth kept sucking off her brother, coming as well, she felt what was happening inside of her snatch. All of a sudden a hot spray of sticky viscous cream gushed into her and she clenched her vaginal muscles all the more tightly, engulfing her father's prick and holding it down in place.
He roared like a bull, hitting into her as one wad after another splashed frothily into her tight juicy little cunt, flooding her muff with more cream than she or even Eban had ever dreamed possible. It was too much for him and he closed his eyes and kept twitching, shaking on top of her as his climax took hold of him.
The sight was enough to get Spence over the edge as well.
"Do it, Laura Beth, suck me off, harder, lick my cock and drink my cream," he moaned, pushing it in and out of her mouth as she kept shaking against her father, feeling the bullet-like wads of semen hitting the shuddering palpitating walls of her vagina.
It was so much better, so much more intense than when Spence had fucked her that she felt like another person, already a woman and not a mere child, a teenager. She sucked furiously, wanting to feel Spence shooting, still loving the way more and more come was flowing into her ravished and burning quim.
Calming down, she looked up as he kept rocking against her, pistoning his meat down her throat, his tight furry nuts hitting her face each time he stroked, lurching back and forth. Gurgling happily, she kept sucking him off until he wasn't in any position to prevent himself from coming.
"That's it, harder, oh yes, Laura Beth, I'm comin' ... comin' now, now!" he screamed out, holding her steady, pressing her head against his crotch and then stiffening as she gagged and felt the first hot spurts of his youthful seed filling her throat.
She kept swallowing as he shook above her, driven wild as his father who, even then, was watching with narrowed and delighted eyes. To see his handsome and well-hung young son coming like a bat out of hell amused him incredibly. And to watch Laura Beth gurgling with delight and drinking down Spence's load was enough to start Eban thinking of going all night.
He lay on top of her, his cock thick and limp inside of her swampy and come-f illed hole. And even as she drank down Spence's seed, Eban started moving in and out, rocking easily and trying to keep his cock in place as ever so slowly he began to regain his erection.
By the time she had sucked Spence dry and he had pulled back, groaning as loudly as his sister was, Eban was once again fully hard. He began to speed up his motions, loving the added wetness, the sticky lubricity of her come-smeared pussy.
"Yes, paw, ohh good, good, fuck me again, all the time, give it to me!" Laura Beth cried, not about to stop until she had come a second, a third, a fourth, even a fifth time.
It was way past dawn, the sun already rising in the morning sky, when the three of them closed their eyes and sank back into drugged and exhausted reverie, lulled to sleep by the searing pleasure they had all experienced.
But what they didn't know was that the idyll was ending as abruptly as it had begun, for Laura Beth was still set upon leaving, even if she was too tired to undertake her journey, realizing that she would have to postpone her plans and start out a day later than she had hoped.
* * *
She decided to tell her father that she was leaving for New York that same evening. But Eban knew that he would never be able to hold her back, that Laura Beth had to make up her own mind and do what she thought best.
"I'm gonna miss ya somethin' fierce, honey," he said and she whimpered like a puppy and threw her arms around him as he lifted her up off the floor and carried her around the room.
Even then, even knowing she was going to leave, couldn't stop her from thinking about Eban, about how good it felt to be in her father's strong embracing arms, to press her crotch up against his groin and feel the first hot stirrings of his cock inside his overalls.
Eban too was aroused and he was more saddened about her leaving than ever. He let her down and she stood there, tears brimming over her eyes, dripping down her cheeks. "I love you, paw, and I'll be good and become a famous model like all those ladies in the magazines. I know I will. I promise."
He smiled wistfully, leaned forward and holding her in his arms, pressed his lips against her mouth, thrusting his tongue right inside. Her body was so young and lush, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he pushed his hips forward, angling his crotch towards the soft tender mound between her legs.
Laura Beth felt desire creeping through her limbs. She wanted to be with her father, but she also knew that she had to make it on her own, that there was no other way unless she intended to spend the rest of her life like everyone else she knew, a hillbilly in the Ozarks, grubbing the land for a living and never feeling the good things in the world.
But it was good having him hold her and she embraced him just as tightly, safe in his arms as he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, depositing her gently on top of the eiderdown quilt. Glancing down, she smiled at the sight of his cock tenting up the front of his overalls.
Not shy in the least, wanting to please him before she left, Laura Beth reached out and pressed her eager young fingers around her father's tool. "Yes, Laura Beth, just this once, this last time let me stick my cock into your pussy and make us come again, like we did last night and this morning."
And even before it was over, even before her father had once again shot a load of hot spend down into the depths of her tight and juicy pussy, Laura Beth realized she would always look for a man like her father.
Not a boy, mind you, but a man, an older man who would be able to give her the same kind of protection and security and comfort, teaching her everything there was to know about the ways of the world, and the big city in particular.
But all the next day, riding on the bus to Little Rock and then to New York, she was saddened by the thought that it might not be as easy to make it in the city as she had read, all those stories about stagestruck girls becoming stars overnight.
She had very little money, just enough to stay at the Y for two weeks, so she hoped she would be able to get some kind of work right away, having a set of fake I.D.'s that said she was nineteen, not her actual sixteen years of age.
But with the right makeup she could look older, anyway and she kept her nose pressed to the window, marveling at the size of Little Rock and knowing that New York was ten times bigger. Two days later she got off at the Port Authority, stiff and drugged from lack of sleep.
But a hot bath and a good sleep in her tiny room at the Y changed all that and the next morning she set out on her rounds, buying the paper and trying to discover how one went about being a high-fashion model.
After all, she had read in her home improvement course that that was the first step to becoming a movie star. But the only ads for models she saw read as follows: FEMALE MODEL WANTED TO POSE FOR PHOTO STUDIO. NO EXP. NEC.
A phone number was listed and she called immediately, explaining that she was looking for a job, that she had seen their ad in the newspaper that morning. Asked about her age, she lied of course and asked for her measurements, she blushed and told the man on the other end that she was 36-24-36.
"What kind of modeling will I be doing?" she asked at last.
"Just come on down to the studio and ask for Marty. He'll give you the whole outline of the job. Oh, and by the way, we pay two-fifty an hour, take it or leave it."
"I'll take it," she said breathlessly, saying good-bye and stepping out of the phone booth. It was but a short walk to the midtown studio where she hoped to get a job and she nearly ran all the way, flushed and tingling with anticipation that this just might be the start of her new career.
It was, but not the kind of career she had ever had in mind.
The gilt letters on the door of the upstairs studio were already peeling, but she had no trouble reading them. EROTIPOSE STUDIOS was what it said and not being able to make heads or tails out of the meaning of such a strange word, she knocked three times and stepped inside.
She was in a small outer office, separated from the studio proper by a curtained archway. The office was empty and she stood there, trying to look her best, not a frightened kid straight off the farm. "Hello?" she called out, her voice cracking in fear as suddenly the curtain was pulled back and she found herself blushing once again, staring into the set and narrowed eyes of a man' with a cigar in his mouth.
"Yeah, what can I do for you?" he asked, moving towards her, his eyes opening wide as he took in every detail of her voluptuous young body, the way her thin summer frock was too tight for her, the way her breasts strained against the material, threatening to pop the buttons.
But it was the best dress she had, one of three she possessed. She did her best to look calm and at ease, but the man kept advancing upon her and Laura Beth was for some odd reason immediately uncomfortable.
She wore her innocence and naivete on her face and the man suddenly smiled and extended his hand. "You the chick who called before, Laura Beth Coates?" he asked. "I'm Marty, Marty Ericson."
"Yes, yes I am," she blurted out, still shaking as the man gripped her hand and squeezed it for a moment longer than she had expected. But there was something about him that was gradually putting her at her ease.
It was a similarity to her father, for Marty was about the same height and build, the same age as well. He wore a natty black pinstripe suit and a white on white shirt and tie and knowing nothing of New York, Laura Beth was soon quite impressed with his easygoing manners and what she thought of as stylish dress.
"I came about the job," she went on and he smiled and beckoned her to follow him behind the curtain.
When she stepped into the bare-floored loft, she was nearly blinded by the arc lights suspended from the ceiling and illuminating the room. There was a pedestal with a velvet piece of cloth thrown over it, a camera on a tripod and little else. It was also empty of customers and employees.
"What ... what do I do, on the job, I mean," she stammered as he waved his hand, showing her the layout.
Marty recognized her accent and smiled to himself. Her innocence turned him on as much as her seductive figure. "It's very simple, actually, Miss Coates," he said in a phony business-like manner. "You see, our clientele enjoy photographing attractive young women such as yourself. They do all the posing and take your picture. Isn't that easy work?"
"Very," she grinned, glad she had seen the ad in the paper.
"Of course, you can't dress like that, my dear. These men are not amateurs. They're into the art of the body, the nude form in time and space. You follow what I'm saying?"
She didn't, but kept nodding her head, not wanting to appear stupid or naive. Marty cleared his throat and kept smiling, telling her how she would have to pose au naturel as he termed it, in the buff. "Naked?" she whispered.
"Exactly so, quite naked, totally naked, my dear," he said, smiling at her once again. And seeing her reluctance, he went on, "Of course, if you'd prefer to go elsewhere ... but I must tell you, since I realize that you're new to our fair city, that work is scarce, especially modeling. You are a model, aren't you, Miss Coates?"
"Yes, yes of course I am," she said quickly, deciding right then and there to accept his offer. After all, her paw hadn't been embarrassed about her naked body and she herself was quite proud of it, knowing how attractive she was. And if she would make some money doing the work, then things would be much better to begin with.
She told him that she would like to start, and start as soon as possible. "I must inspect your person before hiring you, Miss Coates. You know, a mere formality, but necessary since Erotipose Studios only handles the most attractive young women in the city. So please step out of your clothes and walk back and forth so I can make up my mind."
It was a job and she nodded her head, realizing that she might as well get used to New York, strange as it might seem. Besides, he was giving her so much of his time and she wanted the job desperately now that she had learned how difficult it was to get employment.
Marty Ericson watched her as she put down her purse on top of the pedestal and began to unbutton her shirtwaist dress. He smiled to himself, delighted by what was about to happen. The girl bore an uncanny resemblance to Monroe and he was turned on incredibly, so much so that he hoped she wasn't going to stop him from getting his own way.
She seemed younger than she had said on the phone, but Ericson had a taste for children, teenage girls with big knockers and tight cunts, in particular. And Laura Beth looked exactly like the youngster he had often fantasized.
Now, he watched her unbuttoning her dress, stepping out of it and standing there in panties and a bra. "These too?" she whispered and when he smiled and nodded his head, his cigar wagging between his lips and his cock wagging between his thighs, she reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and blushing all the more hotly.
The sight of her tits turned him on and he felt his mouth watering, his cock hardening and throbbing between his legs. He had to have her, but he didn't want to scare her away, either. And when she reluctantly hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled those down as well, he had a hard time controlling himself.
Her body was flawless and it was then that Marty Ericson began to realize Laura Beth's true possibilities. He was a man who loved money even more than sex and one look at her told him everything he had to know.
She wasn't the kind of broad who worked in his studio, two-bit hookers needing to score with Johns off the street. He knew he was looking at high-class merchandise, providing he could assemble the correct package.
Laura Beth was the girl next door, the All-American type, clean wholesome good looks, yet the same kind of flashy sensuality that had made Monroe a star. He thought of this as she cleared her throat nervously and began to parade before his all-consuming eyes.
"Go on, not bad, Miss Coates, not bad at all," he found himself saying, his hands over his crotch, hiding the bulging display of his stiff and burning cock.
The reddish beaver of her cunt made his knees weak and the twin cheeks of her ass were perfectly formed, smooth and rounded to a flawless finish. He had never seen a chick so voluptuous, so much of a turn-on, in all of his life.
Now, he knew he had to have her, in every way possible.
But instead of making the first move and perhaps frightening her away, he told her to get dressed. "Do I ... do I get the job, Mr. Ericson?" she asked.
He told her that it was hers, but that he wished to take her out to dinner that night to discuss her career, for he was also a manager, so he said, someone who could be able to make her a star. She gobbled up his words as hungrily as she gobbled up the food at dinner and when Marty had gotten Laura Beth's head filled with his far-reaching plans, her face flushed with a little too much wine, she didn't hesitate to accept his offer to return to his apartment for a nightcap.
She had never drunk anything but elderberry wine and she was a little tipsy when they got up to leave. But Marty put his arm around her, supporting her and she smiled, leaning against him, hoping that he'd buy her the clothes he had talked about, set up the appointments with the agencies as Veil.
It was a dream and she didn't want it to ever stop.
She only knew that he was being nice to her, like her father almost. His shabby apartment was still furnished beyond her wildest dreams and in her youthful innocence and exuberance, she laughed uproariously and turned around when they stepped inside, throwing her arms over his shoulders and embracing him, thanking him for everything he had already done for her.
But when she made a move back, he wrapped his hands around her and held her tight, refusing to let go. He was overpowering her, tall and stocky and far stronger than Laura Beth. She turned white as he pulled her face up to his and smashed his lips against her mouth with sudden sexual savagery and violence, unable to hold himself back, losing his control.
His tongue thrust into her mouth and she was still shaking, still trying to pull away as he licked her lips and teeth and gums, grinding his hips forward so that she was startled as she suddenly felt the hard long column behind his trousers, his cock arching up and rubbing along her crotch.
She was just a girl and he frightened her, his firm manly body crushing her against him as he lifted her up in the air, just as her father had done, refusing to let go of her though she beat her fists against his broad muscular chest. "You'd better be a good girl or else I'm gonna have to spank you, Laura Beth," Marty told her, feeling more like a father than a lover, relishing the way she was kicking and twisting about in his arms.
"No, please, don't, let me down," she squealed, but he refused to let go of her.
"No, I can see that you need a spanking, Laura Beth," Marty said, rubbing his crotch up against her, wanting to dig his meat down into the soft juicy adolescent depths of her pussy. He was reliving a fantasy that had colored his dreams for years and now nothing was going to stop him.
"But, but why? I'll be good," she whimpered as he threw her down on the bed and she crouched there like a wounded deer, her eyes reddened and opened wide with fright while Marty stood over her, taking off his jacket and tie and rolling up his shirt sleeves.
She saw the wiry tuft of hair growing up towards his neck as he unbuttoned his collar and the muscles swelled hotly across his chest, his burly arms hairy and powerful looking. Suddenly, she began to calm down, feeling strangely comforted, as if she hadn't left home at all.
"Since you weren't such a good little girl and you tried to kick me," he went on, staring at her and drooling with excitement, "I'm going to have to spank that sweet little bottom of yours, Laura Beth. But I won't spank you very hard, because you're too lovely to hurt."
She hadn't been spanked by anyone but her father, and that had been more than ten years before, when she was very young. Now, the idea made her giggle and the more she laughed, the more excited and determined Marty became.
"Now take off your dress so we don't wrinkle it. Tomorrow I'm going to buy you a new one and then take you to see a friend of mine who makes movies."
"Movies?" Laura Beth said. "But I thought I was to start working tomorrow, at the studio."
"No, I think you're too talented for that, Laura Beth. I think you should be in the movies," he insisted, staring at her as she hastily unbuttoned her dress, not wanting to displease him now that he was her manager, a man she trusted totally.
Marty was well aware of this and he played on it as he stood there, not even realizing that his fingers were moving up and down across his fly, rubbing against his imprisoned cock while Laura Beth took off her dress and hung it neatly over a chair.
"Everything?" she whispered, seeing her father then and not about to stop Marty in the least.
He nodded his head and she made short work of getting out of her bra and panties. And when he once again was presented with a view of her naked and seductive young body, he couldn't stop himself any further.
Quickly, he decided to take off his shirt and trousers and he did so, kicking off his shoes and moving towards her, his clothes strewn about the floor. The moment he did this she started staring, knowing inside of her that she liked him, that he was the kind of adult she would feel secure with.
He seemed as imposing and strong as her father and she saw something thick and fleshy for an instant as the fly to his jockey shorts gaped open slightly. It was enough to egg her on and Marty sat down on the edge of the bed and told her to get over his lap.
She hurried to comply with his wishes, pressing her naked and already hot and dripping cooze flat against his hairy crotch. Through his jockey shorts, she could feel his hard-on, stiff and jutting and she wiggled her hips luxuriously as he stared down at her plump naked bottom.
The two cheeks were dimpled, smooth and white and raising his hand, he brought it down just hard enough to make her wince as he stung her left nether globe and left a reddish splotch, the imprint of his palm and five fingers like a suddenly etched tattoo.
"I hope you'll learn to behave like a polite young lady," he informed her, loving the way she was wiggling against him, rubbing her pussy against his cock and making him breathless with excitement.
But he didn't want to rush things, even though he was fast losing control of himself. No, he had waited for this too long to ruin it by hurrying and the warmth of her glowing ass cheeks enticed him once again as he brought his big meaty hand down and she cried out, shaking against him as she felt the way her buttocks were now blushing, burning with a kind of tingling itching pain that was more pleasurable than anything else.
"I'll be good, I promise," she told him, rubbing back and forth as more murky cunt juice streamed down, dampening her crotch and actually wetting the front of his underpants.
"You have a lovely little ass, Laura Beth," he told her. "But now that I'm your manager, you must learn to listen to me and do whatever I think is best ... for your career, understand?"
"Yes," she whimpered, growing more and more aroused as his hand came down yet again.
He was tingling all over and he stopped to admire his handiwork, rubbing his fingers over each smooth reddened orb, loving the touch of her flesh as his hands massaged her ass and she quieted down, pushing against his hidden cock and wanting to feel his stiff jutting member filling her as her father had done a few days before.
Marty was sweating like a stuck pig, burning up inside. He kept playing with Laura Beth's ass until it became too much for him. "Now get to your feet," he told her and she slid reluctantly off of his lap, turning to stare down at his crotch and burly torso.
Without another word, Marty hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his jockey shorts and shucked them down, his cock thrusting out into the air, nearly as long and thick as her father's massive column of man-flesh.
Laura Beth's mouth dropped open. She stood before him, staring as avidly as he was staring at her. "Does this please you, Laura Beth?" he asked, reaching down and stroking his dick, rubbing his fingers up and down the length of his pulsating cunt-whacker.
"Yes, yes it's beautiful, Mr. Ericson," she whispered, still afraid of calling him by his first name and sounding disrespectful. "It looks so big and strong. It's almost as big as my father's cock."
"Oh, really?" he asked, grinning broadly as he motioned her closer, still fondling his dick and licking his lips, anticipating the pleasure he would soon be feeling. "Tell me more, Laura Beth."
"Oh yes, it is beautiful, it really is," she whispered as she shuffled towards him, shy and nervous again as a school girl on a blind date. "It's so big too. I bet it'll even hurt a little if you ... you..."
"I what?" he insisted upon knowing.
"Will you? Will you fuck me with that big strong cock of yours and fill my cunt up, paw ... I mean, Mr. Ericson ? " growing confused and aroused, all at the same time.
She was panting as loudly as Marty, her ass cheeks burning, tingling as her cunt was doing. "You want me to stuff this big thick prick of mine into that tight little pussy of yours?" he asked, reaching out and rubbing his fingers over her burning nether globes.
"Oh yes, please, please do that. My cunt's as hot as my ass and I loved it when you spanked me and I could rub against your cock, Mr. Ericson. Please, please do it and come inside of me and fuck me like he did, like my paw did."
The announcement of incest delighted Eric-son's jaded ears. He had heard all he needed to know and he ran his hands up and down her flanks, not touching the glistening wet triangle of fur between her legs, turning her on all the more by teasing her this way, refusing to press his, fingers against her hot and juicy snatch.
But Laura Beth wanted her way and unable to stand it any longer, she suddenly lunged forward, throwing her arms around him and jumping down on his lap. "Do it, fuck me, hurry, fuck me with that big strong thick cock of yours!" she begged.
Marty smiled, knowing he had himself a winner, no two ways about it.
CHAPTER THREE
They rolled on the bed, locked in each other's arms.
Laura Beth was squealing with glee, tipsy with wine, heady with sexual longing. She felt a tremendously overpowering need to be protected and what better security could a young girl alone in New York find than in the arms of an older man, a father figure, a man who indeed did remind her very much of Eban Coates.
So now she was no longer afraid or aware of anything other than the steely strength locked in Marty's arms, the way he pushed her over onto her back, rubbing the hot rigid length of his swollen member back and forth across her juicy and tender young split.
Ericson was beyond reason, moaning as hotly and loudly as Laura Beth. He could feel the outer lips of her lush reddish-haired snatch gaping slightly, embracing his cock like a bun around a frankfurter. He pushed her onto her back and lay on top of her, warm and heavy and almost deranged with uncontrollable passion.
He could see excitement reflected in her eyes and even when he stopped moving, merely lying on top of her firm young body, she pumped her hips forward, demanding him to fuck her, trying to wedge his thick hot cock into her pussy.
"Please, please shove it into me, Mr. Eric-son," she begged, shaking fitfully against him, never before having felt the kind of insatiable sexual needs which she was a victim of, helpless in their salacious grip.
Marty grinned, burning with desire. He rose up, resting on his knees, bracing himself with one hand outstretched alongside her shoulders. And then, before he even touched her cunt, he bent his head down and stuck out his tongue.
It seemed to her, seconds before he lashed it over each firm taut young nipple, that it was as red and swollen as his cock, strong and virile as the rest of his body. And when he probed the tender points which capped each heavy globe, she writhed in ecstasy, burning up inside and feeling the walls of her cunt twitching beyond control, the vaginal muscles pulling in and out, sucking at the air as more and more juice streamed down her wet and overheated sheath.
"Yes, do that ... ohh it's so good, so hot. I love you. I want you to pump it into me, hurry, fuck me, fill my cunt with your big strong cock and then come, come like a storm, cream into me," she babbled, driven wild with desire.
"I will," he told her, licking her tits with his wide raspyedged tongue. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby, that you won't be able to walk. Because I know you need cock inside of you, all the time. Don't you, Laura Beth, don't you want cock and more cock, big thick manly cocks shoving in and out of your mouth, your ass, your fucking tight little cooze!"
"Yes, yes I do, I want it!" she screamed, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his thick burning hose. And then, before he could say another word, she pushed forward, ramming her wet dripping cunt right against the round bulbous head of his huge virile tool.
A scream rose up from the depths of her body and he stopped sucking on her tits, pulled her eager young fingers away from his meat and pumped down with all of his might, ramming more than half the length of his penis right into place.
Laura Beth's eyes bugged out as she felt the sudden penetration, the way her cunt was now being stretched mercilessly. Glancing down she saw how he was holding himself steady, his penis cut in two, half-hidden from sight.
Marty moaned feverishly, loving the wet hot embrace of her pussy, the way her cunt muscles were already clenching and unclenching, squeezing around his distended cock-shaft, a mouth sucking him deeper and deeper into her gaping and distended snatch.
"Yeah, watch me move it into you, sugar," he groaned, ramming down, thrusting from his hips as his heavy burly body hovered above her and she strained to meet his savage strokes, pushing forward even as he nailed her to the bed and pierced her to the very quick.
It took but one more forward lunge, one more feverish and animalistic stroke, for him to completely bury his cock into place. And then he stopped and rubbed his chest over her tits, his body hair tickling and scratching her heavy young boobs.
"So much, so big inside of me," she whispered, licking her parched lips as he moved from left to right, the entire hidden shaft of his penis frictioning against one cunt wall and then the other.
Marty was a master and he had dreamed of just such a seduction as this for years. To have himself a teenager, a hot-blooded innocent young girl like Laura Beth, was something he had always fantasized about. And now that she was his, for he knew right then and there that she would move into his apartment as soon as she could collect her things at the Y, he thought of everything he could do to her, the games of sexuality he would teach his hungry young pupil.
It was with this thought in mind that he began to move, pulling his thick burning dong almost all the way out of her cunt until just the blood-engorged glans was tickling and frictioning against her clit, before shoving down again.
The jerkiness of his movements made her thrash about on the bed and she felt herself coming even before he worked himself up into a rhythm. "Yes, more, harder, slam it into me," she moaned, her skin flushed and her body hot and sweaty as she wrapped her legs around the small of his back, gripped his shoulders and pushed forward just as he thrust down into her widely distended pussy.
"Beautiful, so tight and juicy. You're a tender little piece, Laura Beth, and I'm gonna see to it that you're a star, that you have all the fucking cock you can handle. You want that, don't you?" thinking specifically of the kind of movies he would be able to get her starring roles in, though he didn't care to discuss it at the moment.
"Yes ... I'll do anything, anything you ask, anything you want," she moaned, starting to come and screaming out as he heaved forward, crushing her to the bed, laying heavily on top of her so that only his ass and pecker seemed to move, jerking and pistoning in and out of her wet and burning twat.
And as she came and he felt the rippling way her cunt muscles clenched around his buried pole, he reached down with both of his hands, rearing up and kneeling before her as he gripped her bottom-cheeks and pulled her back and forth along the length of his cock.
She struggled and writhed against him and he rocked on the bed, fucking her with one mean savage stroke after another, his balls thwacking furiously against the tender flesh between her reddened and burning buttocks.
"More, I'm giving you fucking more, baby," he hissed. "Watch my cock ... tell me what it feels like, how good it feels now that a man, a real man is fucking you, baby!"
"It ... it doesn't stop," she panted, still coming, the ecstasy of her climax flooding her, bathing her in its warm searing folds. She kept watching him stroking into her, the head of his cock banging against the back of her cunt, pulling her vaginal walls apart each time he slugged it into her.
Marty was breathless, about to cream as well. Just the way she was still moving was getting him off and he pinched and clawed at her ass cheeks, wanting to corn-hole her too, to do everything he could think of to her voluptuous young body.
"Do it, shoot it, I can't stop, I'm burning ... burning!" she shouted, clawing at his shoulders as he heaved into her, pulling her still higher up against his hairy crotch.
"Now ... now you'll feel it, baby. Feel a man's cock ripping into your tight little pussy. Ohh it's so good, Laura Beth. I can't stop myself, I'm gonna come."
"Yes, shoot it into me, hurry come, come now," she squealed, wanting to feel the hot gushing cream spurting into her snatch, filling her cunt with thick wads of his manly seed.
And then, roaring into the air like a stallion coupled to a mare, Marty Ericson finally lost control. He was overpowering her, completely making her do his very bidding. Laura Beth moved with him, hungry now, greedy for his hot frothy load.
Unable to speak, driven beyond the point of control, he lashed out, striking her cervix as he jabbed in and out, harder, faster than ever before. And then he fell forward, pinning her against him, his sweaty body crushing her down as he stiffened and felt his cream soaring up the length of his cock-shaft.
The muscles around the base of his penis went out of control and he started shooting as she begged for more, shaking as she felt the first sticky gushes of his gism pouring into her cunt. They moaned and rolled about on the bed as he came with the strength of three men, not one, making her father's virile performance seem amateurish in comparison.
She was his now, in every way.
She wanted this and now she moved with him as he spit and swore like a wild man, coming with one fierce throbbing ejaculation after another. She felt the pellets of his manly come like bullets, his climax as strong and aggressive as everything else about him.
My father, my father, she thought then, safe in his arms as he spent inside of her, draining his balls dry, panting and burying his head in the pillows as the last hot wads of his come poured into her gaping trench.
And then, his body still twitching spasmodically, he closed his eyes and stopped moving, depleted of every last drop of his hot searing load. His weight comforted her and she gasped for breath and wiggled her hips forward, pulling his cock down into her slippery come-filled hole, not wanting to relin-guish her grip even as his dick slowly began to go limp inside of her.
Closing her eyes, she smiled and drifted off into a deep and untroubled sleep.
* * *
The move was accomplished the first thing in the morning.
Marty took her over to the Y, helped her pack what few things she had and even kept his promise, stopping at a cheap department store and buying her some clothes. Then, once they had deposited the things at his apartment and Laura Beth had changed, they headed downtown to meet the man Marty promised would put her in the movies.
"The thing with this business, baby, is that you have to start at the bottom. I mean, look at Monroe, for example. She modeled in the nude for calendars and shit and then look what happened to her. Besides, nowadays everyone's an exhibitionist. All the top actresses in Hollywood don't think twice about walking around naked in their films."
She listened, rapt with attention.
Laura Beth believed everything Marty told her, which was exactly what he wanted. He knew that he would be able to make a fortune getting her roles in skin flicks, giving her just enough of an allowance to make her happy.
So he kept repeating his initial argument, slowly working the discussion up until he had equated skin flicks with art films. That was all Laura Beth had to hear. "I'll do it!" she blurted out, convinced of the wisdom of his words.
Marty could barely contain himself.
He had visions of money coming in, living in a style he had always wanted and had never been able to achieve. Erotipose Studios barely made enough to meet his expenses, but he knew the pay scale for skin flicks, especially the kind proliferating in Times Square movie houses. Laura Beth was a shoe-in, no doubt about it.
It was called Veneris Films Ltd., which Laura Beth didn't understand but decided right off the bat was quite arty to begin with. They sat in an office several shades less squalid than Marty's digs while she kept looking nervously around while Ericson discussed her "career" with a man whom he called the kingpin of the industry, Harry Ebing.
He was another cigar-smoker, paunchy and jovial, giving Laura Beth the eye so that she hoped she wouldn't have to lie down on the casting couch with him, something she'd garnered from her fan magazine stories. But Ebing was more interested in making money and one look at Laura Beth and her resemblance to Monroe told him everything he had to know.
"Where do you come in?" he asked Ericson.
"I'm her manager," Marty said, winking conspiratorially.
"Five hundred to start. We'll work her up on a graduated scale, an additional one hundred or one-fifty per flick. I'll have my secretary prepare a contract first thing this afternoon. And we start shooting tonight ... late, dig it?" Ebing replied.
Marty dug it all right and when he hustled Laura Beth out of the office, she was almost in tears, so excited that she had been hired without even having to take a screen test. And the idea of starting work that very same day made her even happier.
"Here kid, buy yourself some more clothes. We're gonna be in the money, you and me both," Marty told her, handing her five tens and feeling like a sport.
She shopped the rest of the afternoon, never having seen so much money at one time. And being naturally innocent and frugal, gullible as well, she was even able to purchase a small but adequate wardrobe at one of the bargain clothing stores downtown.
She returned to the apartment where Marty had her sign another contract, this one guaranteeing him seventy per cent of her income. Laura Beth didn't read the small print of course, but few girls from the Ozarks ever do.
It was arranged and she was starting her career. So nothing else mattered to her, even if she was being conned, and conned royally, at that. They toasted her new success with cheap red wine. But for Laura Beth Coates, she could have been drinking champagne, it tasted just as good.
He made sure she drank just enough to feel a little giddy and then, close to ten o'clock, he took her back downtown to Ebing's studio loft. Just the idea of watching them film her in action turned him on and in the cab he took hold of her nearest hand and made her give him a hand-job in the back seat.
She wasn't even self-conscious, anxious to please him now that he had done so much for her. So with girlish enthusiasm she unzipped his trousers and stuck her hand inside, feeling the hard hot length of his thick cock just waiting for her sensual touch.
The cabbie caught the scene through his rearview mirror, but it turned him on as much as it turned on Ericson. And when it was over and he had wiped himself dry with a handkerchief, he caught his breath and told her that the first film she'd shoot had to do with the generation gap, a most current topic at that.
Ebing had outlined it to him and Marty told Laura Beth that she would get to play the part of a drug-crazed teenybopper, down in her luck until she meets a kindly middle-aged gentleman who offers to adopt her.
"It's very pertinent to the problems of today's complex technocracy," he concluded.
But Laura Beth hadn't really been listening. She was daydreaming, picturing her new life, what it would be like once she became a star. The wine had gotten to her, just as Marty had hoped and when they entered the studio she was flushed with excitement, anxious to get going as soon as possible.
Ebing and his crew were just as eager.
They gave her a costume of sorts, skintight hot pants and a see-through blouse, rouging her cheeks while the arc light and cameras were readied. The set looked like a studio apartment and even though Ebing cut corners, he was still making enough bread to keep raising the quality of his productions so that the furniture and set was fairly realistic and respectable.
"Don't I have any lines?" she asked when they told her what her role would be.
"Improvise ... it gives it a documentary touch," Marty hastily explained.
He didn't want her to know that the film would be without sound, a fairly cheap quickie production, to be shot as it happened. Then, Laura Beth was introduced to the man who would play her kindly benefactor. He was an out of work actor whose one claim to fame had always been the equipment he carried between his legs, equipment that had sometimes secured him parts after demonstrating his sexual prowess with lady producers and casting directors.
"You are indeed lovely, Miss Coates," he said, kissing her hand in mock French chivalry.
But she was immediately charmed by his handsome good looks and manly appearance, pleased to know that Larry DeWolfe would be her first leading man. And then the crew assembled, the cameras were readied and Laura Beth shivered with anxiety as she stepped behind the curtain and the fake window she would soon have to crawl through, pretending to crash a stranger's apartment, needing a place to sleep for the night.
"Roll it!" someone yelled.
And then Laura Beth went through her paces.
The set was darkened as she lifted the window and crawled over the papier-m�ch' sill, stepping over the couch and then falling instantly asleep. They were calling out directions and she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her see-through blouse as the camera zeroed in on her knockers, all but visibly through the transparent material.
Then she yawned, stretched her arms and pretended to be asleep. Seconds later, DeWolfe opened the side door and flicked on a light. He'd been told about Laura Beth's innocence and he played his part to the hilt, anxious to get into her pants and fuck the shit out of her.
Besides, money was money and now that he'd given up on serious acting, skin flicks suited him to the letter, being just up his rather jaded alley. "What are you doing here!" he demanded, shutting the door behind him and crossing his arms, looking angry as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"I'm ... I'm all alone. I don't have a place to spend the night," she said, hoping she sounded authentic as she kept staring at him, suddenly aware that he was looking at her with more than just casual interest.
"You poor child," he cooed, moving towards her and sitting down on the couch, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, I'm all alone. I have no one to turn to," she whimpered, pressing her head against his chest.
His hand moved lower and even as she pretended to cry, his fingers were rubbing across her naked boobs, his hand slipping right inside her blouse. Laura Beth was about to protest, but Larry seemed to know exactly how to turn her on.
like the other men she had met, he too had a fatherly adult quality about him, though at thirty-five he was still in his sexual prime. Now, as he sought out her lips, he rubbed his fingers over her nipples, pinching and tweaking them as she felt herself having the chills, turned on by what he was doing to her.
And that it was for the art of film, made it all the more appealing. Slowly, she began to feel less anxious, less afraid, no longer self-conscious of the cameras or the director calling out and telling them what to do.
"It's just you and me, little one," Larry whispered, laying her gently down on the couch and kneeling alongside of her. Quickly, he undid the rest of the buttons, staring at her heavy white jugs, the nipples firm and rose-red, hot with passion.
"Yes, anything, anything so I won't be alone," she replied, believing her role, no longer acting as he bent his head down and she screamed out, feeling his teeth scraping over her jugs, his lips fastening themselves tightly around each swollen heaving globe.
He was manipulating her brilliantly and her resistance and shyness faded the more he tongued her breasts, sucking on each rosy nipple, lapping and sliding his tongue over every inch of her heavy lush knockers. The pleasure couldn't be ignored and Laura Beth surprised herself, not needing any more instructions as she reached down and pressed one eager young hand between Larry's legs.
"My god!" she screamed out. "It's so big, so fucking big!"
"All the better to fuck you with, my darling," he grinned, trembling as he slid his tongue lower, licking down her chest, diving into her navel even as she groaned and flinched on the couch, rubbing her fingers over the thick unwieldly projection of his cock, a cock that pouched up the side of one trouser leg, reaching halfway down to his knee.
"That's it, Laura Beth. Show him how grateful you are for having a place to spend the night," the director called out.
But by then she was being driven mad, incoherent with excitement. Even as she pulled her blouse completely off and tossed it onto the floor, ignoring the whir of the cameras, the heat of the arc lights, Larry was unbuttoning her hot pants, trying to tug them off and dive down into her crotch.
"Yes," she told him then. "I want your mouth there ... everywhere. I need it. You're a man and I'm such a little girl and I need love."
He smiled to himself, wildly aroused, glad Ebing had invested in what he considered prime beef, a choice morsel he hungered to devour with every part of his body. And as he tugged at her hot pants, Laura Beth kicked off her shoes as the cameras moved closer.
She ignored them, all eyes to Larry DeWolfe as she lifted her ass off the couch and he shucked off the scanty skintight hot pants with a savage and eager flick of his wrists. A moan escaped her lips the instant her pussy was bared, for she hadn't been wearing panties underneath the hot pants.
"Yes, you need a man, all right," he agreed, driven wild with lust as he stared at the crisp furry triangle and swollen mound between her legs.
"Lick me there," she begged. "Do anything ... everything to me."
He fully intended to, director's orders or not.
"Open the bed first!" the director yelled, just as excited as everyone else in the studio. They were jaded, accustomed to public sex, but few of the men in the film crew had ever seen a chick as hot-blooded and attractive as sixteen-year-old Laura Beth Coates.
Quickly, anxious to get started, Larry got to his feet and grabbed Laura Beth's nearest arm. He pulled her up and she blinked, staggering to her feet while he threw off the cushions on the convertible couch and pulled it open.
She'd only seen convertibles in magazines and the idea of being able to sleep on one delighted her. But not nearly as much as the hard rigid bulge she discerned along one of his thighs, the outline of his cock making her mouth water.
"Turn to the camera and spread your legs and finger-fuck yourself while he gets the bed ready!"
She didn't hesitate.
She turned around and bowed her legs, smiling seductively as her hands came down along her flanks and she pressed her fingers against the wet swollen flaps bordering the opening into her snatch. And then she spread them wide as the cameras got closer, focusing on the wet reddened flesh of her vulva, her clit wiggling in anticipation of the pleasure she knew she would soon be experiencing.
Larry got the bed ready and then moved towards her, lifting her up in his arms and throwing her on top of the mattress. "Yes, hurry!" she groaned as he ripped off his jacket and undid his tie, throwing his clothes onto the floor.
She watched him, her eyes opened wide, her middle finger probing in and out of her hot dripping cunt. She couldn't stop shaking and now that she had gotten this far, she knew that the rest would be easy and even more exciting, doubly pleasurable for all concerned.
"Very good, that's it. Show him that you think he's a real man," the director instructed.
So even as Larry hastened to unbutton his shirt and pull it off, Laura Beth moved around on the pull-out bed and knelt in front of him. Her hands came up and she made short work of unbuckling his slim alligator belt, undoing the top trouser button and then quickly unzipping his fly.
He groaned and pumped his hips forward, throwing off his shirt and displaying his burly muscular chest. "That's it. Give daddy a good suck, sugar. Show me how much you love your sugar daddy!"
She didn't have to be told what to do after that.
Anxious to prove herself to everyone concerned, Larry in particular, she grabbed the waistband of his gray flannel trousers and yanked his pants down, pushing them off of his waist and hips, lower still until it was her turn to groan, even as his trousers fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
For arching up behind the fly of his tight white cotton briefs was the massive projection of his cock, a cock that had gotten him work whenever he was out of luck and bread. "Come on, little girl. Do a job for daddy," he told her, standing there with his hands on his hips as she visibly trembled, gasping for breath.
She peeled his shorts down, baring the thick wiry crop of brown pubic hair fanning out around his crotch. And then it sprang out of confinement, knocking her breath away, a huge throbbing member like the equipment of a mule, a third arm she could only gaze at with childish wonder and amazement.
Taking hold of the base of his awesome and oversized member, Larry rubbed the leaking head of his penis across Laura Beth's lips. She could feel the sticky trails of pre-come smearing across her mouth and the head of his cock was a veritable fist as she stuck out her tongue and licked across the bulbous glans.
No one spoke after that.
Instructions were unnecessary, nor was there any need for either Larry DeWolfe or Laura Beth Coates to pretend or act. She was wildly aroused, her cunt burning, the walls palpitating as he kept on groaning, shivering the excitement and rubbing his meat across her lips.
"Suck on it!" he hissed, pushing forward, forcing her to open her mouth as he clutched his straining mammoth dong and shoved the head of it right between her lips.
They stretched wide, wider than she had ever experienced and she gagged as he lurched forward, ramming his cock down her throat. Laura Beth kept choking, but she didn't want him to stop, even then. She grabbed the base of his penis and felt the thick braided veins standing out along his cock-shaft.
Unable to get her fingers completely around his tool, she could only grasp it as best she could, fondling his heavy pendulous nuts with her other hand while he mouth-fucked her, moving back and forth as her tongue licked across his meaty column of manflesh.
"That's it, suck harder, harder, baby," he groaned, shaking against her as she kept playing with his hairy balls, curious to feel his nuts, to feel every other part of him as well.
And the more she sucked his cock, the more turned on they both became. She was fast growing accustomed to the spectacularly virile size of his member and she pressed her tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft and thought she could feel the blood pulsing in his veins.
Larry was getting off on the tight lubricity of her mouth, the way the edges of her teeth scraped and frictioned around his swollen pole. But he had other tricks up his sleeve before he would culminate the film and his pleasure by fucking the shit out of her.
Now, he pushed her back and she scooted onto the bed and lay there as he climbed in after her, standing above her like a giant, displaying his cock to the camera. "Let me, let me do it again," she begged and he grinned and knelt down towards her face.
But instead of spearing his dick back into her mouth and down her throat, letting her suck him off to their infinite satisfaction, De-Wolfe suddenly swiveled around so that she found herself staring at the twin muscular globes of his ass.
She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do.
"Come on, little one," he coaxed, leaning forward and pressing her tits together so that he was able to slide his cock back and forth against her cleavage, his mouth watering at the sight of her naked and seductive pussy. "Dig your tongue inside daddy's ass and rim me out good, real good."
Neither her brother, nor her father, nor Marty Ericson, had ever told her about such a thing. But instead of feeling repulsed, she was curious, realizing that it would give Larry pleasure and therefore, no doubt pleasure for herself as well.
So even as she shook on the bed and he squatted above her, his buttocks inches away from her face, his cock sliding delightfully between her tits and his breath warm and tickling across her muff, she reached up with both hands and gripped the twin meaty globes of his manly rump.
His buttocks were thinly-haired, but when she spread them apart, she was amazed by the hairiness of his anal crevice, thick tuffs of wiry pubic hair nearly obscuring the dark-brown coarse furrows of his pitted ass-hole.
She stared, inhaling his rank sweaty odor, finally thrusting out her tongue as the cameras zeroed in, first on her and then on De-Wolfe as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her twitching pussy. Well, that was enough to get her going and going strong.
For as he began to lick across her snatch, she ran her tongue up and down the hairy anal furrow, growing more and more aroused by what was happening, by the way his cock was moving between her tits, his fingers tweaking her nipples, and now his tongue sliding up and down her hot leaking cunt furrow.
Laura Beth hadn't expected to have such a good time, but it didn't even seem as if she was acting, or working, for that matter. And realizing this, she threw herself at Larry De-Wolfe, not wanting the filming to ever end, content to keep on going like this for the rest of her life.
CHAPTER FOUR
But the film was far from over.
It was a two-reeler and the crew was panting as loudly as Larry and Laura Beth. They had rarely seen such uninhibited and seductive performances and they kept their eyes on the two "actors," not wanting their work to come to an end.
Laura Beth forgot about Marty, totally into what she was doing. She kept Larry's buns spread apart as he wiggled and bucked up and down, demanding her to spear her tongue right into his clenching anus and tickle his prostate.
She grew more daring, more aggressive, pushing her slim pointy tongue against the creases and puckers surrounding his bottom-hole while he groaned and feasted his lips and tongue upon her wet and swampy trench.
Her cunt was making him more and more wild and he slobbered over her pussy, moving his hands down even as he squatted over her body, fucking between her tits while his fingers wrenched her puffy cunt lips wide apart and he buried his tongue down inside her cunt with a single frantic thrust.
Her muffled scream of pleasure spurred him on and he was loving every second of what was happening, as oblivious to the cameras as Laura Beth. He kept pumping his tongue in and out of her cunt, feeling her clit throbbing as he scraped across it and she jerked against his mouth.
By then she was out of control, feeling herself on the verge of climaxing. And as the pleasure and searing eroticism of the moment kept mounting like a tidal wave, she pushed her tongue right inside his ass-hole and felt the slick dry walls of his spongy rectum inviting her to explore still further.
Larry stopped pumping, afraid of shooting before he had managed to shove his cock into her pussy. He held himself steady and lifted her legs still higher, moving languidly past her cunt, beyond the bottom edge of her narrow wet furrow until he could see the pink rosebud of her delectable virgin ass-hole.
He slid his tongue down towards it and Laura Beth thrilled to his touch. No one had ever instructed her about anal sex before, and now she realized the pleasure she must surely be giving Larry, for the moment his tongue rubbed up against her puckered ass-hole, she trembled and clenched her sphincter muscles, knowing instinctively what to do.
And when he didn't hesitate to ram his tongue right inside, she started moaning and ripping her own tongue in and out of his dry clenching ass, feeling the swelling of his prostate gland, even as he stimulated her beyond her wildest dreams.
Just feeling him straddling her, strong and protective, left her breathless with delight. She ran her hands up and down his back, then slid them around and over his hairy thighs, moving towards his crotch, wanting to feel his cock against her fingers.
He lifted himself off of her then and she ran her fingers through the sweaty forest of pubic hair around his dick, finally touching his cock and shaking on the bed. She clutched it as best she could, twitching all over, whimpering ass he kept ramming her tongue in and out of his ass.
But she couldn't go on like this much further.
She needed his cock between her legs, needed to feel him plowing into her pussy and making her scream and come with volcanic and eruptive force. Just fondling his cock told her the excitement she would feel once he had housed his enormous organ into her snatch.
Laura Beth was confident it would be accomplished, despite the steely length and thickness of the actor's awesomely proportioned phallus. And the sooner they started trying, the happier she'd be. So she pulled her tongue out of his ass and gasped for breath, screaming out then, demanding him to ball her.
"Please, do it now, hurry, shove it into me!" she cried out as he kept rimming out her ass, tasting the sweet pink meat of her clenching anus.
Her cunt was hotter and wetter than ever and she started pushing upwards, rubbing her tits against his dick, shaking fitfully on the bed until DeWolfe knew it was time to really get down to serious business. , He moved off of her, gasping for breath as he spun around on the bed. "Good, good," the director called, telling them what he wanted them to do next. "Get on your back Larry and let Laura Beth ride your meat. We'll get better close-ups and black and white stills that way."
Laura Beth didn't know what the technical part was all about, but she was delighted to fuck Larry, any way they told her to. So he lay on his back and spread his legs wide, his dick arching up towards his stomach, leaking thick rivulets of pearly pre-come like drool dribbling down the hard massive length of his penis.
"Come on, baby. Give daddy a ride for his money," he groaned as she scampered around and got into position, not about to waste any more time, especially when she knew the searing pleasure her entire body would soon be experiencing, pleasure she needed like food to sustain her.
"Take your time," the director told her.
But the sight of his thick rigid cock was too much for her to be calm about. DeWolfe groaned, arching his hips, pushing his cock forward as she straddled his thighs, rubbing her tender white buns against his thickset legs, angling her pussy down into position.
He gripped his hose and pushed it forward so that it stood straight up in the air like a flagpole she was soon going to slide down upon, impaling herself on his throbbing tool. "Come on, you sweet tight little bitch," he groaned. "Show me how good you are. Show me if you can handle it with a man, little one, not a kid but a fucking well-hung stud!"
"I can, I can!" she cried out, lifting herself up and rubbing her narrow and fleecy split over the fist-like head of his penis.
Then, tensing all over, she spread her outer flaps of cunt flesh as wide apart as she could, splaying them like red butterfly wings drying in the sun. The meat of her vulva twitched hotly and more sap dribbled down as she pushed herself forward, aiming for his cock.
He winced as she pushed forward, taking hold of his cock then as he pawed at her tits, shaking hotly on the bed while she tried to wedge the massive rounded head of his penis into place. It was not as easily accomplished as she had hoped.
Her cunt walls were being ripped wide apart, stretching tight as a drum as she squirmed against him, desperately hungry to feel the entire length of his strong throbbing penis drilling itself into the depths of her pussy.
"Push, push down, little one!" he moaned as he felt the head of his cock tickling her clit, frictioning against it and squashing it down.
She threw her head back and screamed out, pain and pleasure filling her body as she thrust' savagely against his penis and finally managed to lodge the unhooded head of his dick inside her cunt. The pressure of his unwieldy organ made her dizzy, but once she had grown accustomed to its spectacular size, she thrust down once again.
"That's it, good, harder, sit on top of it," DeWolfe moaned, loving the way her cunt was stretched to the breaking point, his cock-shaft scraping against her wet shuddering vaginal walls, filling both of them with indescribable pleasure and erotic excitement.
Ever so slowly, afraid of really ripping herself in two, moaning all the while, Laura Beth kept wiggling down on top of Larry's penis, watching it as slowly it slid up into her cunt and he kept thrashing on the bed, the muscles on his chest and virile torso standing out in sharp relief, his crotch sweaty and damp with desire.
"More, all of it, don't stop," he groaned, not believing how succulently tight her cunt actually felt. She was a girl and he rarely made it with teenagers, but now he felt perverse, almost as if he was balling his own daughter, for he was certainly old enough to have fathered Laura Beth, just about Eban's age.
He reached out then and gripping her around the shoulders, wrenched her down on top of his penis. She shrieked with delight as inch after thick throbbing inch of his mule-cock shunted up into her pussy, filling her as she had never been filled before.
"Yeah, do it, harder, pump down and sit on my crotch and wiggle your tight little ass," he told her, holding onto her as she kept inching down, feeling her cunt walls responding to the searing pressure, widening almost painfully in order that she might accommodate Larry's dong.
And then she had it inside of her as she sat flush against his crotch and gasped for breath. He couldn't stop moaning either, savoring the pressure and heat, the wet frictioning tightness of her virginal pussy.
His cock was completely hidden from sight, the lips of her cunt grotesquely distended, opened as wide as a gaping mouth and sticking tightly around the sides of his pole so that all he could see was the contrast between her own fleecy reddish pubic mound and his own thick tangle of brown hirsute curls.
Laura Beth felt safe now, secure even as she wiggled her ass against the tops of his thickset thighs and slowly rose up, exposing half the length of his dick before slamming down again, rocking back and forth and knowing she would come in no time at all.
It was too perfect, too exciting for words.
Unaware of anything but Larry and Larry's pecker in particular, she now began to ride his joystick, sliding up and down, humping against his sweaty crotch as he begged for more, shaking against her, meeting her strokes halfway as he humped forward and rammed his dong into the depths of her pussy, tipping her womb and making her wild with lewd adolescent lust.
"That's it, harder, ride me, baby, ride daddy's cock and make him come. He wants to fill your sweet little cunt with a good strong bath of cream, hot thick cream, baby."
"Yes, I want that. I love having a man, a real man coming inside of me, creaming and shooting inside my cunt," she moaned, moving ever faster, bouncing up and down, hard and quick, sure of herself and the pleasure which was overcoming her as all memory of pain melted and searing erotic fervor took its place.
"That's it, harder, faster, baby and we'll come together, daddy and you, move, move your ass, squeeze your muscles and milk my big fat piece of meat, baby," he groaned, shoving from his hips as the two of them got closer and closer, no longer in control, wanting that moment to overtake them and fill them with delight.
The bed rocked in time to their strokes and Laura Beth kept moaning, leaning forward to rub her hands over Larry's strong manly chest, pinching his taut pointy tits and making him wince with excitement. She could feel herself getting there, moving over the edge, the heat and wetness of her cunt lubricating his meaty pole and making it easier for her to move up and down atop his dong.
And then she was there, crying out, screaming with youthful frenzy and delight as she felt her climax overtaking her, making her powerless to do anything but move in time to its rhythmic pulsations. "Yes, now, I'm coming oh God it's so good, I'm so hot, so fucking hot, daddy!" she screamed, thrashing down, wiggling lower until she had sucked up his dick and her climax hit her like a blow to the head.
She writhed atop his pole, barely able to hold herself erect, her nipples engorged and bursting as the rest of her. And as she began to come, her vaginal muscles going haywire, Larry got ready to shoot his load as well.
"Yes, baby, do it, come, come and keep going!" he cried out, still holding onto her shoulders as she moaned and thrashed on top of his cock and crotch.
The more she moved, the closer he got.
The pleasure he was feeling was too intense and he knew he had no more control as he felt himself stiffening, holding onto her and then screaming out as the first hot gushes of his plentiful load cascaded up into her snatch.
"Milk me, sugar, milk daddy's big fat dong, you little piece, do it, harder, more, more!" he begged as he shuddered and thick volleys and bursts of semen drenched her hole, oozing down the walls of her cunt as the two of them came simultaneously, completely incoherent with pleasure.
"Yes, shoot it. I love a man coming inside of me," she whimpered as she actually felt the come pouring into her, actually could feel his muscular pole ejaculating like a fire hose gone out of control.
She kept clutching her vaginal muscles, milking his peter while her own orgasm kept rippling through her body like a fire. Larry pushed up into her and then, holding her steady, suddenly swung her around and forced her onto her back as he rammed down and a scream rose up from her body as his cock ripped into her womb and she fainted from the incredible pleasure of yet a second climax.
Seconds later she opened her eyes and he was still deep inside of her, his cock slowly losing its erection as she found herself staring into the camera, which had recorded every detail of their tumultuous orgasm.
Larry's balls hit against her legs like a fist and she kept shuddering until she had no strength left. "Cut!" the director yelled and she closed her eyes as the camera stopped whirring and she lay beneath Larry, limp as a dish rag, her entire body glowing and suffused with the memory of her pleasure.
Ever so slowly, he edged back, sliding his limp come-smeared cock out of her battered and ravished pussy. Even in repose, hanging down between his grizzly thighs, it was still long and thick and she longed to take it into her mouth and suck it dry, to show him how turned on she still felt.
But DeWolfe was finished, his work done. "Not bad, sugar," he said, shrugging his shoulders and getting up off the bed. He waved his hand and walked off the set to grab a towel and dry himself off.
Laura Beth felt crestfallen, but moments later Marty was by her side, still reliving what he had seen, the incredible pleasure he had derived watching Laura Beth performing before the eye of the camera. His cock had been in a constant state of erection and now he wanted to get her back to the apartment and duplicate DeWolfe's maddened and impassioned performance.
"How was I?" she asked him as the lights dimmed overhead.
"Not bad, not bad at all. But you'll get better, Laura Beth, rest assured. Ebing was pleased and that's all that matters. Right, Mr. Ebing?" he asked as the portly skin flick impresario waddled over to the pull-out bed where Laura Beth was still reclining.
"It's a good start, Miss Coates," the producer replied, knowing damn well that even if the film was only privately distributed under the counter and through the mails, he would make himself a tidy profit. He had already paid Marty Ericson in cash and now he smacked his lips and ogled Laura Beth's naked body as she smiled innocently and swung her legs over the side. Marty helped her to her feet as sticky wads of come oozed down, dribbling along the insides of her thighs.
"God, he flooded me," she mumbled as he got her a towel and she wiped herself dry.
Then, she put on her clothes once again, having been assured by Harry Ebing that he would use her in his next production, slated to go before the cameras five days hence. Laura Beth was too exhausted to do anything but smile, but Ebing didn't care, nor did Marty Ericson.
She was a property, a piece of meat, to be used until she lost her touch. But what neither of them were willing to verbalize was that they didn't think such a thing would ever come about, for Laura Beth was the kind of teenager who was only learning, even after tonight.
She would, they realized, only get better.
"Better" was of course the understatement of the year. Naive as she might have been, Laura Beth was also not stupid. She was a fast learner, especially when it meant her career. For in the five days after that first filming, she began to realize that the art films Marty had talked about really were just plain old-fashioned blue movies.
A walk around Times Square confirmed that, though she didn't feel cheated. It was a start, like so many others and she had enjoyed herself, even more than the pleasure she felt each night she and Marty had sex together.
She opened a bank account with the money he gave her, knowing that soon enough she would earn her independence back. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she had read too many stories of unscrupulous operators and she didn't want to be taken for a fool.
She didn't mention the emergence of these doubts to Marty, nor did she let him think of her as any less innocent and gullible. It was an act and she had play-acted all of her life, even as a small child back in the Ozark hills.
So when it came time to work on the second film, she told Marty she wanted more money, easy as that. He was amazed and called her greedy, but even at sixteen Laura Beth was not about to be everyone's fool. She knew she had a good thing going and albeit reluctantly, Marty got more money from Ebing, an additional two hundred for the flick, half of which Laura Beth also demanded and succeeded in getting from her would-be manager.
Besides, he was going to be involved in the project as well. Laura Beth would be taking on two men at once, something she had thought of more and more, realizing that she needed it to be truly satisfied, that she had enjoyed servicing Spence and Eban and would delight in having sex with Marty and Larry DeWolfe.
He was going to "work" with her again, having enjoyed himself the week before, combining business and pleasure and coming out a winner on both ends. This time the script would be just as simple as the first. They would use the same set, only the convertible would be opened and Laura Beth would be pretending to be asleep, cuddling up with a teddy bear.
Marty and DeWolfe would play the role of robbers, climbing in through the window, wearing masks throughout the filming. The latter put Ericson at his ease, for he had visions of blackmail and the like. That the film was to be shot without sound no longer hassled Laura Beth, who wanted to make her money and enjoy the attentions of the two virile and well-hung middle-aged men.
Ericson was secretly turned on, having had a letch for such a menage a trois for quite some time. And having seen Larry DeWolfe in action, he knew that he couldn't have a better partner to share Laura Beth's singular and seductive charms.
She huddled under the covers, the set dimly illuminated, though the arc lights were already brightening so that once the film got going things would be clearly visible to the viewer. She was naked, tingling with anticipation, not angry with Marty in the least.
She just didn't want him to get the wrong idea about her, that was all. Clutching the teddy bear to her side she felt her cunt warming up and she pressed one hand between her legs, sliding her middle finger up and down her dampening furrow, more and more juice streaming down and lubricating her snatch, preparing her for what she hoped would be the imminent invasion by two massive yard-arms of cock-meat.
The cameras started whirring and she shut her eyes, laughing to herself, not acting in the least. They both dug her, as much as she dug them and she was as hot-blooded and seductive a teenager as they were ever-likely to come across, let alone enjoy.
Now, she heard the window being opened and she didn't move as first DeWolfe and then Ericson, climbed over the fake sill, stepping out into the middle of the set. They pretended to whisper and point at her, dressed in black with matching eye masks. Then, Larry turned on a table lamp and instantly Laura Beth jumped up, "awakening" in alarm.
She clutched the teddy bear to her naked body, covering her pussy and staring at the two men. They began to laugh and she could see that they were already excited, turned on by what they were being paid to do to her.
Laura Beth was just as turned on as well and she was able to see the bulging outlines of their rampant cocks, both men displaying thick bulging baskets as they moved towards the bed. "Please, don't, don't!" she cried out, laughing to herself as she started to scream and they silenced her by pressing a hand across her mouth.
Then, she pretended to calm down, but De-Wolfe pulled the teddy bear out of her grasp and suddenly they were upon her, both men at once. It was all she had dreamed of, all she had hoped for and more besides.
They pulled her down, stretching her out on the bed. Then, Larry dived down between her legs, feasting upon her tender young split while Mary began sucking on her breasts, pawing at her tits, gobbling up her hot pointy nipples and moaning with ecstasy.
Laura Beth screamed then, but it was a cry so genuine, so real, that she just couldn't stop herself. She writhed on the bed, not believing what was happening, feeling Marty's lips and tongue sliding over her jugs while Larry sucked feverishly on her twat.
He wrapped his tongue around her clit and kept licking hungrily, sucking down the juices which were streaming profusely down her trembling cunt walls, signaling her rising excitement. "Ohh, don't, don't do it!" she moaned, shaking against them as they pinned her down to the bed.
No one was faking.
Both men were getting more and more aroused and they slobbered over her body, licking everywhere at once, tonguing her skin down until it gleamed and glistened with their spittle. "Oh, do it, harder, eat me, suck me out," she begged as Larry began to piston his tongue in and out of her snatch, loving the hot pungent and musky scent of her youthful pussy.
And even as he sucked on her cunt, Marty was licking her tits, pawing at them, squeezing her heavy rounded jugs with both of his hands. But he was also even more impatient than Larry DeWolfe, despite the fact that Laura Beth had shared his bed and fucked him every night during the past week.
Now, he only wanted to have her in his grasp, to derive pleasure from her lusty young body. "Yeah, you want daddy's cock, don't you sugar?" he said, getting to his feet and beginning to rip off his clothes.
He glanced down between her legs and watched the way Larry was eating her out, sucking on her clit and inner set of raggededged cunt lips, feeling the way she was responding as she clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles, trying to hold his tongue in place, deep inside of her.
"Oh, I can't, it's too much. I need it. Let me suck you off, both of you. And then fuck me, everywhere, fuck me everywhere at once," she moaned, thrashing against Larry, locking her legs around his face and pulling him down, trapping his head between her legs and forcing him to eat her out to her infinite satisfaction and delight.
The sight drove Marty wild.
He had wanted it this way and now he didn't hesitate, glad the director was silent, at least for the time being, allowing them the freedom to do what they wanted. For what he wanted he couldn't wait to achieve.
Quickly, he pulled off his black sweater and shirt and flexed his muscles, loving the way she was holding DeWolfe's head in place, pumping her hips back and forth as he sucked loudly, the loud squishing sounds of his lips and tongue against her meaty young snatch turning him on even more.
Laura Beth glanced over at Marty and kept her eyes glued to his crotch, looking frightened for the cameras but wanting to feel him pounding his thick handsome dick deep inside of her. He'd tried fucking her up the ass several nights before and though she hadn't let him get inside of her bottom all the way, she knew that she was now ready for just about anything, sodomy included.
"Baby, baby," he groaned as he unzipped his black trousers, wanting to relieve the pressure of his imprisoned cock. "You need this so bad, don't you, Laura Beth? You need to have us, both at the same time, 'cause you're daddy's little girl and you need cock, cock everywhere at once."
She couldn't speak, moaning loudly then as DeWolfe speared his index finger right into her cunt, moving it alongside of his tongue and then sliding his face away, jabbing in a second finger and twirling them around her clenching snatch.
And then, moistening his thumb with her abundantly dripping cunt juice, sap which spilled down and glistened over her reddish pubic hairs, he pulled her legs up higher and pressed down against her tight puckered ass-hole, trying to finger-fuck her anus at the same time.
Laura Beth was literally convulsing on the bed.
She felt the two fingers pistoning in and out, capturing her clit and squeezing it hotly. Unable to speak, she could only move back and forth in time to his plunging finger-strokes. And when he kept trying to wedge his thumb into her bottom-hole, she relaxed her ring of sphincter muscles, egging him on all the more.
"Shit, do it, hurry, shove it in me, so good, it feels so good. I love it, I love men, big strong well-hung studs, stallions!" she screamed, shaking with urgency as DeWolfe smiled and felt the way his thumb was piercing her anus, slowly digging its way right inside her ass-hole.
He pushed until it was buried inside of her tight dry virginal rump and then gripping the septum, that thin membrane between her two orifices, he began to tickle her and she clawed at the sheets just as Marty cried out with lust, dropping his pants and underwear and standing before her, as naked as the day he was born.
His cock rose out, a veritable mallet to pound into her. She turned her head and stared, gaping hotly as he ran his fingers over his stiff-standing cock and moved towards the bed, shaking with anticipation.
But even as he got up on the bed, wanting to shove his cock into her mouth and have her suck him off, Larry was still diddling her, working on her ass-hole and her pussy at the same time. He felt the way her rectal and vaginal walls were contracting and the more he frigged her, the wilder she became.
"Does it feel good, little girl?" he grinned, feeling his cock arching, tenting up the front of his trousers. "Do you like what I'm doing to you, shoving my fingers into your cunt and your lovely little ass?"
"Oh yes, do it, keep going. Stick in another finger and wiggle them around," she panted as she saw Marty advancing upon her, moving onto the bed, straddling her chest and aiming his cock right between her lips.
She pretended not to want it as he pushed forward, shoving the head of his thick throbbing and virile cock right against her mouth. He rested on his haunches, squatting and barely sitting on top of her chest, his fleshy muscular ass-cheeks grazing against her tits.
"Come on, baby. Open up for papa," he laughed, pushing his meaty phallus against her lips, then pulling on her long auburn hair until she was forced to comply with his wishes.
And the moment she opened her mouth, she tasted his meat, his cock rank and salty and strong as a bar of iron. He groaned and thrust it deeper, sliding it into her mouth, loving the way she was already using her tongue, sucking down on his pole and closing her lips tightly around his shaft.
"Thata girl," he told her. "More, suck harder, lick it, feel my balls too because they're filled with a hot load of come, good strong cream, little one."
Unable to speak, she could only mutter sounds he understood, muffled groans and grunts of lust as she sucked eagerly, taking in more and more of his thick rigid dong. He shoved from his hips, pushing it down her throat, bending her tonsils back and tickling her palate as her tongue kept licking up and down, stimulating every inch of his tightly stretched cock-skin.
Laura Beth was in ecstasy, still pumping forward against Larry's fingers while Marty kept slamming his meat down her throat until her nose nuzzled his wiry pubic bush and she had to breathe through her nostrils and not her mouth.
She tasted cock everywhere and her hands came down and fondled his heavy nuts, weighing them, bouncing them up and down and then, growing more adventuresome, she slid her fingers down between his scrotal sac, along the wet sweaty furrow between his ass cheeks.
"Yeah, do it, anything, baby so long as you keep sucking on daddy's meat," he grunted as he felt her fingers tickling his buns, then rubbing hotly against the puckers and folds which swirled around his anus.
She shoved towards the tender aperture and he winced as her fingernail scraped against the sensitive anal flesh. But the moment she'd succeeded in shoving her finger into his bottom, his prostate gland burned with delight and he began to pump his ass up and down as she finger-fucked him and sucked him off, both at the same time.
Larry wanted pleasure just as much as Marty did and content that she was now turned on and eager for his cock, he pulled his fingers out of her ass and twitching pussy, getting quickly to his feet. Without so much as another word, he ripped off his clothes as eagerly as he had done the week before.
She saw him undressing and stared with excitement, watching him proudly flex his muscles, taking off his shirt and parading before her wide and excited eyes. "Baby, now's when you feel my cock moving like you've never felt it before. Because this week we're going to pack your shit in, no two ways about it!"
And having announced his intention to ream her ass with his titantic and oversized penis, he dropped his trousers to the floor and let her ogle his enormous pole as it rose up between his grizzly thighs, hot and burning with desire.
Laura Beth knew she was ready.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fear was non-existent.
She had wanted this and now it was time, despite the arc lights, the whirring cameras, the men standing around watching with narrowed and excited eyes. Laura Beth knew that it would feel better than anything she had ever felt before and even as she kept on sucking off Marty, her eyes were glued to Larry DeWolfe's cock, watching how he slid the hood of the foreskin back and moved towards the bed.
Marty had heard the actor declare his intention to corn-hole Laura Beth. Now, he was just as intrigued as everyone else. He turned his head over his shoulder and gaping like an idiot, still not believing that the huge straining phallus which rose up between Larry's thighs could actually be real, made of flesh and blood, not rubber painted to duplicate the hue and texture of actuality.
Oh, it was real, all right, frighteningly so.
"Yeah," he told her as he got up on the bed and took hold of her legs, "you're gonna feel it going all the way down, all the way inside that luscious little butt of yours, baby. Because I'm the only guy in the world who can do it."
Grinning like a sex-crazed Cheshire cat, he spat a wad of saliva into the palm of his hand and rubbed his spittle up and down the hard gleaming length of his tool. Her lips were still clinging to Marty's pole, still sucking excitedly.
But she only had eyes for Larry as he lubricated his cock with more and more saliva, then moistening the tender pink furrow between her buns with additional lubrication. He covered the puckers and folds of her anus with his spit and then rubbed it into her skin, slowly inserting his middle finger into her butt.
She jerked as if stung, but the moment she relaxed, all trace of pain vanished, replaced by a warm rippling sensation that she found undeniably pleasurable. DeWolfe watched her reacting, felt the way her tender anal walls were loosening their muscular restraint, caressing his probing pistoning digit with greater and greater excitement.
Round and round it moved, loosening her ring of sphincter muscles, preparing her virgin ass-hole for the penetration of his massive column of meat. And once she had grown quite accustomed to having a finger stuck up her ass, DeWolfe slowly pushed in another digit, widening her hole, though not nearly as wide as his cock.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked her, caressing the plump white cheeks of her butt, loving the resiliency and tone of her flesh as she began to push her hips back and forth, rotating her ass around his two pistoning fingers.
She was getting more and more wild, more and more lewd. Her lips clung feverishly to Marty's cock and he speared it into her, turned on both by the way she was so dexterously and expertly giving him head, as well as by the way Larry was working on her ass, preparing her for what was soon to follow, an act Marty knew he'd never be able to match.
But then again, few men could.
Her anus clenched and unclenched, opening and closing around his wet slippery fingers. The pressure of his hand could be felt in her pussy, distending her vaginal walls. She was ready for him, as ready as she could ever be, despite the fact that she had never experimented anally, had never masturbated with candles shoved up her ass, only using her cunt as a source of sexual pleasure.
But now, Laura Beth wanted to experience everything, everything and more. Larry could sense this and slowly he pulled his two fingers out of her bottom and moved closer, pushing her legs up and folding them in two so that her knees pressed against her tits as Marty swiveled around and moved out of the way.
He still kept his cock in place, but by then he was so close to coming that he didn't want to shoot right off the bat. So he pulled back and leaned on his side, gasping for breath as he turned his attention to DeWolfe.
"Now just relax, little girl," the horny super-hung actor announced. "It only hurts if you panic. And once you feel my cock digging all the way inside, you'll want me to stay up to my balls for the rest of your fucking life!"
She kept staring, breathless with anticipation, praying it wouldn't hurt as DeWolfe knelt still closer, holding onto his cock as if for support. He rubbed the swollen bulbous head of his dick against her tender anal aperture and the warmth of his massive member made her tingle inside as she tried to relax, tried to stop feeling any sense of fear.
Gritting his teeth as if he was about to knock a door down, though indeed Laura Beth's bottom-hole was a portal, an entranceway of sorts, he thrust forward, all of his strength moving towards the hard steely column he now pushed against her ass-hole.
She flinched as he spread her buns as far apart as he could without actually ripping her in two. They were the halves of an apple and he was going to get at the core, the soft fleshy insides of her hot young body.
With this thought in mind, his pleasure more important and paramount than anything else, Larry DeWolfe thrust forward and ever so slowly, excrutiatingly, the folds surrounding her virgin ass-hole began to spread back, stretching open in order that his cock might slip right inside.
Laura Beth was burning and there was pain she tried to ignore as she felt the pressure mounting. Oddly enough, the studio seemed suddenly silent, though one of the two cameras being used, this a handheld job for close-ups, had moved but several inches, less than a foot away from the scene of the action.
It was zeroing in on DeWolfe's cock, focusing on the way the man was endeavoring to shove his meaty pole right into the girl's lush virgin rump. "Relax," he hissed, pushing harder than ever as the folds stretched and then he sank down as if into the core of her very being.
A scream of agony rose up in her throat.
But she blocked it, clamping her lips shut, thinking of pleasure and pleasure only, knowing he was a man, not a boy, that she was really just a girl who needed her father's loving touch. And DeWolfe was old enough, sure of himself, confident of his undeniable virility.
"That's it, watch ... feel it going in, little one," he moaned as he slid deeper and the head of his cock wedged itself tightly and searingly inside her perianus.
It stretched the walls mercilessly, but the pressure, the heat and burning friction permeated her cunt, almost as if she had but one opening, one hole of pleasure. She pushed forward, gritting her teeth, trying to relax as she felt pressure she had never experienced before.
Nothing she had ever done had prepared her for this, for this grotesquely satisfying assault. The puckers of her ass-hole were stuck like strips of meat around the sides of Larry's penis and he felt the dry spongy walls of her rectum pulled taut as a rubber band.
"More, more and more hot thick cock for daddy's little girl, for the little girl with the beautiful little ass and the beautiful little pussy," he whispered, thrusting from his hips, agile as an athlete as another inch or two of hard uncompromising meat was shunted into her ass.
Laura Beth was nearly incoherent, burning up inside, thrashing about on the bed. There was pleasure there, above and beyond the pain, pleasure she clung to like a dream as he pushed down and kept on moving his cock deeper and deeper inside of her.
Looking between her buns, he opened his mouth wide, amazed by the way her ass-hole was gaping, stretched so wide that it seemed gross and unnatural. But Laura Beth made no move to stop him, even then.
"Is it good, baby, is it real good?" he asked her, ignoring the way the camera was right over his shoulder, watching his cock slipping into her overly stuffed anus.
She couldn't answer and she held onto her knees and rocked back and forth on the bed, shaking with agony and lust as he kept moving forward, not about to stop or call it quits until he had succeeded in storing the entire massive oversized length of his penis down into place.
And store it he did, passing through the second ring of sphincter muscles. His cock was actually longer than her rectum and the head filled her colon as he groaned and held himself steady, rubbing against her so that his wiry pubic hairs scratched between the soft meaty flesh of her naked bottom-cheeks.
Laura Beth was beside herself, unable to speak, staring with fixed doll-like eyes between her legs. His balls hit against her thighs and he pushed her legs down and held himself there, reveling in the incredible heat and tightness of her ass. It was so much more clinging and burning than her pussy that he felt that if he didn't even move, he would still be able to come.
Weakly, she squeezed down, her sphincter muscles nipping around the head and the base of his cock. And then, as he slowly pulled halfway out before shoving down again, not nearly as angry or brutal in his motions as she had feared, she turned her head to Marty, wondering why he had pulled away from her, wondering what he was thinking about.
His eyes were just as bugged-out and glazed-over as everyone else's. Never before had he seen such a thing and the more he watched, the more turned on he became. He was panting, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down the length of his cock.
"Get inside her pussy now, Ericson!" the director suddenly called out, breaking the silence as Laura Beth screamed hotly, holding Larry around the shoulders and pushing herself up against the fulcrum, the pole that was his cock.
"Yes, sure," Marty mumbled. "Of course. You need two cocks at once, really at once, don't you, Laura Beth?"
She glanced over at him, not believing her ears.
Two cocks at once! No, it couldn't be done. They would rip her, literally rip her apart. Marty was no Larry DeWolfe, but his cock was far bigger than average, bigger than her father's even. "No, no you can't," she whimpered as he moved around on the bed, trying to figure out how to get inside of her.
"Sure he can," Larry laughed, thrusting down, corkscrewing his dick into her ass with a hard lunging stroke that made her teeth rattle and the bedsprings creak.
She moaned and felt the way her cunt was filling up with juice, burning with desire. But the idea of having two cocks inside of her at the same time was still frightening, still too incredible to take seriously.
But both men were totally serious. They knew what they wanted and they weren't about to stop until they had succeeded in getting there. "Get her over on her side," the director told them and DeWolfe turned sideways, stretching her ass even more as he pushed her over and she was forced to roll onto her side, lowering her legs as he wiggled closer, pressing against her back and moaning with feverish excitement and delight.
She had more control in this position and most of the pain gradually diminished as he held his cock all the way inside of her, pressing forward and fitting his hairy crotch against her tender young bottom-cheeks.
He kissed the back of her neck and watched as Marty moved around, getting down on Laura Beth's other side, his hammer-headed dong rearing up in the air, stiff as a policeman's nightstick, a truncheon he would now use to pierce her other opening to the very quick.
She felt more child-like, more innocent and vulnerable than ever before. It was all happening too quickly and she had no control over these men, men who used her like the doll she seemed to be, men who needed girls to satisfy their savage and insatiable sexual appetites.
There was no need for Marty Ericson to lubricate his cock. Cunt juice was spilling and overflowing her snatch, dripping down the in-sides of her thighs. He lifted up her top leg and pushed it over Larry's thigh, wiggling closer and aiming his pecker right between the gaping red lips of her virginal and succulent little mount.
"No ... I'm afraid," she whispered as he moved still closer, rubbing the head of his dick across her wet and steaming cunt furrow. "I can't do it ... it'll be too much."
"Too much?" Marty laughed. "Too much is never enough for my Laura Beth. She's the hottest little bunny in the business and baby, once you feel the two of us moving in and out of you, you won't be able to stop coming."
And saying this, as if his words were enough to convince her of the wisdom of his act, he thrust forward, shoving the head of his dick right into the opening of her snatch. But her cunt was far tighter than ever, for DeWolfe's cock was pushing against the divisional membrane, narrowing her vaginal sheath.
The pressure made her head spin and Marty's dick rubbed up against her clit and made her shiver with rising excitement. I can do it, she told herself, trying to relax as Larry held himself steady, his cock buried all the way inside her plundered and ravished ass.
He felt the way Marty had slipped into her snatch and now he waited, wildly aroused by what was about to take place. As for Marty, he didn't think of stopping. The added tightness of her pussy turned him on all the more and he pushed into her, feeling the distended presence of DeWolfe's thick cunt-whacker on the other side, just waiting for him to rip into Laura Beth's twat.
And rip into her was precisely what he did.
Caring nothing about being gentle, driven wild by what he had seen and felt, he plowed forward, excited beyond belief. She started screaming, begging him to go slow, but he was beyond reason, ignoring her frenzied pleas as the incredible tightness and heat of her pussy enveloped his cock, nearly triggering a premature ejaculation.
But he exercised control and fought to hold himself back as he slammed into her, thrusting viciously, plowing into her tight burning slippery gash until he had knocked her breath away and he could go no further.
He pressed up against her, rubbing his chest over her tits, feeling DeWolfe's pecker on the other side, separated by no more than a thin elastic membrane so that it seemed as if they were moving in the same hole at the same time.
Larry was sweating copiously, trying just as hard as Marty Ericson not to come. He had never felt pleasure, lewd wanton pleasure, such as this before and now he wanted to take his time and make it last for as long as possible.
Slowly, pinioning her between them, they pulled back and thrust forward, angling down at the same rhythm, the same exact moment, their motions simultaneous so that she moaned and shook against them, feeling sandwiched, two swords impaling her, driving down into her body so that all she sensed was cock, that and the two men rubbing up against her, front and back.
"Beautiful, baby you're so tight it's unreal, what a glorious little butt," Larry moaned, licking the back of her neck, holding onto her as he kept moving his cock back and forth, working it in and out of her ass at precisely the same rate Marty Ericson was using.
He loved the feeling, the close proximity of the other man, just as much as Marty did. There was a wildness about the act that was something he couldn't get over and the more he stroked, the harder and faster he pistoned in and out of her amazingly tight little ass, the better he felt and the closer he got to getting off and shooting his load deep into her bottom.
But it was Marty, even more than DeWolfe, who was getting Laura Beth the most aroused. Her cunt was far more sensitive and tactile to assault and each time he thrust into her, she begged for more, slowly relaxing as they quickened their pace, stroking faster than ever.
She gripped Marty's cock with her cunt muscles, rubbed her tits against his hairy chest and then pushed back, clenching her sphincter muscles and nuzzling Larry's crotch with her round smooth buns.
"Yes, more, ohh it's good now, it's so good," she whimpered, shaking against them as they pounded faster and faster, not thinking of anything but their own pleasure.
And when Larry reached out and started slapping Marty's bucking jiggling ass, she thought her "manager" would go over the edge, right then and there. "Do it, spank him good!" she called out, wanting to hit their muscular rumps as well, wanting to cream and keep on creaming, to feel herself drowning in their good strong spend.
Men, there were men everywhere and they were worshipping her, just as they had worshipped Monroe. She felt more like a star than ever and thinking only of her pleasure, she felt herself losing control, getting ready to come.
Any second she was certain the septum dividing her cunt and her ass would rip apart and then the two cocks would be rubbing right against each other. She felt so fulfilled, so completely engorged with cock that she grew delirious, writhing against them, lifting herself up off the bed each time they speared their thick rigid peckers deep inside of her.
The camera had it recorded on film, but still it was too unbelievable to accept. But for Laura Beth, it was totally actual, totally unrehearsed. It was happening and happening to her and she felt herself reaching the point of no return and she didn't want to ever return, to come back to reality.
"Yes, now, it's ... it's happening," she whimpered as they kept jabbing in and out of her body, moaning and shaking against her and about to come as well. "Oh do it, harder, more, make me come. Now, it's so good I love it, men, big strong men like my paw!"
She closed her eyes, suspended between heaven and earth. And then the rush of orgasmic fervor went through her like a lightning bolt, an arrow piercing her as deeply and delightfully as the cocks she now rode with every fiber in her body.
A great hot gush of sap poured down, lubricating Marty's burning pole, adding to his own pleasure as her cunt muscles fibrillated and she kept on coming, the waves flowing through her, enervating and lusty. "More, give me your cream, pour it into me!" she cried out, thrashing like a wild-woman between them.
Her heated motions got them going and Larry kept raising and lowering his hand, bringing it down flat on the bucking firm cheeks of Marty Ericson's ass, feeling the heat of his own body as if he was a horse, being spurred on, forced to shoot, to drain his balls dry and just keep coming.
He couldn't hold back and even as Laura Beth kept shooting, one orgasm seemingly merging into another, Larry lost control and plowed into her, holding himself steady as his pubes burned her naked flesh and his cock filled her ass to the breaking point.
Marty felt the muscular contractions of DeWolfe's pecker and he too got closer and closer to releasing the hot foaming load churning in his wildly swinging balls. There was no stopping any of them and as Laura Beth kept begging for their come, first Larry and then Marty answered her demands, giving her exactly what she wanted.
"Feel it, here ... here it comes, oh fucking shit, feel my load, little one, what a hot tasty load, come, all this fucking come flooding your ass!" DeWolfe babbled as he stiffened and held onto her, corkscrewing his cock into her bottom, embedding it up to the root and then letting loose.
Feeling the ejaculations of the other man's penis, Marty Ericson struggled to come and finally he too was there, stiffening, freezing against Laura Beth with his throbbing pole hidden inside her flaming young twat.
His balls seemed to cool and then he too began to pour his load down her cunt, hot gushes of salty viscous semen filling her pussy, filling her ass too as DeWolfe shot a barrelful of cream down her ass-hole.
It was like a balm, almost soothing her as her clitoris burned and tingled, her anal walls fibrillating like her vaginal muscles, every part of her limp and drained of energy, but totally aroused, totally satisfied and fulfilled.
"Do it, I love come inside of me, good hot strong come," she moaned, savoring the way her body was being filled with the hot gushing splashes of manly seed.
She didn't want it to end, ever.
But they only had so much to give her, abundant though that might have been and one after the other they fell against her, their eyes closing, their bodies limp and exhausted as the last hot dribbles of come poured down into her ravished young body so that she lay on a puddle of sticky white semen, come smeared all over her flesh, her thighs, her ass and belly, oozing out of her pores like sweat.
The camera caught it all, down to the last detail, the last gush of semen. And then the lights went off and she too closed her eyes. She'd made herself more money than ever be-for in her life. And she had satisfied herself, her sexual desires, in a way she knew she would rarely if ever be able to do again.
But then again, at sixteen, Laura Beth
Coates still didn't know what life had in store for her, which was a helluva lot more than what Marty and Larry had given her, pleasurable though it may have been.
* * *
It was after making the fourth film in as many weeks that she began to get wise to what Marty was doing, how he was taking advantage of her. She still had no friends in the city other than him, but she had managed to put away enough money to survive at the Y for at least two months.
Well, if it doesn't happen by then, I can always go back to Ebing, she thought to herself. For in his haste to gain control over her future and her career, Marty had not thought to question Laura Beth's declaration that she was eighteen.
She was two years younger and still a minor and his contract had about as much validity as a deed to the Brooklyn Bridge. So one morning after Marty had left the apartment to open up Erotipose Studios for the day, she packed her things and left him a short note, thanking him and saying that she was returning home, after her father had taken ill and needed her by his side.
If he saw her on the street, she would just have to handle it when the time came. But now, she had too much to do, too many things to take care of to worry about Marty's hurt feelings. He'd made enough off of her work at Veneris Films Ltd. to be happier than when she'd first met him, so Laura Beth-fast becoming the city slicker and not the country bumpkin-didn't think he had anything to really complain about.
So she got another cheap room at the Y and headed for the best modeling agency in town. At least she'd learned to ask questions and now she wanted to know how to get started, what she would have to do to get put on an agency's list.
Her appointment was with Denny Pace, founder and president of Pace's Faces, the hottest modeling agency in town, having featured their models in just about every magazine being published. Pace made it a point to see all perspective applicants personally, for his success had been built on an intimate one-to-one, face-to-face approach.
And though she was kept waiting for over an hour, the moment she was shown into his rather opulent and fashionable office he couldn't believe his eyes. like Marty Ericson, Pace knew a hot property when he saw it.
But unlike Laura Beth's former "manager," his business acumen was strictly on the up and up. He had all the money he needed and his percentage of Laura Beth's future income would be a dividend that could only be construed as another high fashion feather in his already crowded cap.
"Your clothes and makeup are atrocious, Miss Coates, but you have a good strong face," he told her brusquely. "May I see your portfolio?"
"My what?" Laura Beth asked, feeling as if she should turn around and go back from where she had come from, back to the hills where she told herself she obviously belonged, not in a big cold city like New York.
"Your portfolio," he repeated. "Don't you have one?"
And then, on the verge of crying she blurted out her story, how she had come from near Tatersville, how she didn't know a soul, how she wanted to be a fashion model but didn't have the vaguest idea how to go about doing it.
Her ingenuousness hit a fatherly nerve in him and Pace leaned over his desk, ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair and found himself smiling, something he wasn't known for in the business, preferring to keep such dealings on a cool professional level.
"You mean to say you're here on your own?" he asked incredulously, eyeing her now with more than just casual interest.
She nodded her head and sniffled, keeping her head down.
"How old are you, Miss Coates ? "
"Eighteen," she said quickly.
But Pace didn't believe her in the least. "Come on now. It'll only help your career, and I daresay I think you'll have one, if you'll only tell me the truth. There's no point in lying, especially to me, now is there?"
"Sixteen," she whispered, looking up at him as the coldness melted and he beamed a broad fatherly and concerned grin at her.
"All alone and sweet sixteen," he laughed, getting up from his desk and moving around to where she sat huddling in the chair. He stood over her and looked down, torn by alternate desires, but unable to cope with his mounting sense of imminent pleasure, as if this girl, a mere waif, was both woman and child, sexually irresistible, yet emotionally and mentally just a teenager.
Pace was a bachelor, one of the more eligible ones in town, and he had a taste for fast women and the fast jet-set life. But now, standing over Laura Beth, he felt something else, something that made him keep staring at her, aware of how lush and firm her breasts were, rising and falling behind the thin cheap cloth of her dress.
Her legs were smooth, polished like ivory and no matter how poorly she was dressed or how awkwardly she had made up her face, trying to look older than her years-there was no masking the incredible innocent beauty she possessed.
He couldn't stop himself, he just couldn't.
CHAPTER SIX
Bending forward, still not understanding what had come over him, possessing him like this so that it seemed as if he had no control over his actions, he lifted her face up in both of his hands and dropped down to his knees.
"I never had a daughter," he whispered, slowly and gently rubbing his fingers over her cheeks, seeing that behind the layer of face powder they were ruddy with fresh youthful color and vitality.
Laura Beth didn't move.
She didn't know what was happening, but she realized that she wasn't dealing with a Marty Ericson or a Larry DeWolfe. She believed Denny Pace, though it frightened her to admit it and looking into his strong mature face she tried to read what he was thinking.
But before she even had a chance, he was leaning still closer, shaking, feeling demented, feeling like a sex pervert, a child molester and yet unable to stop himself from suddenly pressing his lips against her mouth and thrusting his tongue down inside, licking with hungry sexual desire.
Laura Beth felt the first flushes of pleasure coursing through her body. She had read about sugar daddies and she had a feeling that the middle-aged Pace was that kind of man. But it didn't matter, because his breath was warm and musky and his tongue tickled her lips and teeth as he kissed her with passion she knew was genuine and fiercely insatiable.
But when his hands came down off of her neck and shoulders and suddenly he was groaning, all of her sexual experience up to this point meant naught. She jerked back, scared of his passion, blushing hotly as he grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down off the chair, throwing her onto the floor.
"I have to, I must," he whispered as she tried to pull away, afraid of screaming out and ruining her chances and her future career.
But in that split-second of hesitation, Pace took advantage of the situation to throw himself down on top of her, pulling her legs apart, mounting her as if she was a bitch in heat. His hands pawed at her tender white jugs and he tried ripping open her dress, driven wild with sexual excitement he had never felt before.
"You're a little girl, a sweet little girl who needs to be taken care of," he told her even as he stuck his hands inside her dress and she whimpered, feeling the way his fingers were gripping her breasts, pulling on her nipples until the pleasure became too much for her.
"Oh please, I'm so alone, so alone," she moaned as she felt his heavy weight crushing her down on the carpeted floor. "Be gentle. Don't hurt me I'm afraid, afraid of being alone."
All of her unhappiness spilled out then and tears streamed down her cheeks as he pulled her dress off of her shoulders and ripped at her white lace brassiere, groaning with unbelievable and lusty excitement as he stared at her breasts, so smooth and perfectly formed that he just couldn't get enough of them.
With an animalistic roar that made her hair stand on end, Denny Pace bent forward and grabbed her naked jugs pressing them against his lips and sucking on the taut fleshy nipples with tightly fastened lips.
"Alone," she kept repeating as his warm breath fanned over her boobs and she felt her cunt juice spilling down, wetting her panties, her muff itching and demanding to be filled and satisfied as she knew Pace would be able to do.
She thought of her father then, how he had taken her that night, how he had shown her how to be loved, how to still be a girl and yet be a woman, too, both at the same time. She didn't understand all the things she was feeling, but it was wonderful to have him lapping hotly, slobbering over her tits, pawing at them and unbuttoning the rest of her dress, one of the shirtwaists she had that opened up the front.
He moved lower, kneeling before her, his fingers itching as he undid the buttons and she stared at him, his black and silver hair, his thick bushy eyebrows and kindly face. And even as he opened the dress, her eyes moved lower until she could see the unmistakable sign of his rampant excitement, a thick misshapen bulge tenting out the front of his tweed trousers.
"Yes, you're all alone and I'm going to take care of you and see that no one hurts you, Laura Beth," he whispered as he undid the last button and opened up her dress, staring hotly at the swollen outline of her tender young snatch, visible behind the front of her tight bikini panties.
"Please ... don't hurt me. I'm so afraid," she kept repeating, for she felt that this was different, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Pace was a man, a successful man at that. And he knew what he wanted and went out and got it, no matter what. And what he wanted at that moment was Laura Beth Coates, to have her in every way imaginable.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'll be very gentle with you because you're a doll, a sweet little china doll," he whispered, taking hold of the elastic waistband of her scant little panties and slowly edging them off her hips.
She froze, watching him as he peeled her panties lower and lower, taking his time, staring at the first lush crisp ringlets of pubic hair and then the top of her damp slippery split, lower still until they were all the way off and he was crying out with frantic sexual need.
Her undies were tangled around her ankles and she didn't even have a chance to kick them off as he dived down, pressing his hot wet lips against her snatch and dragging his tongue across her glistening young pussy like a madman.
"Oh, yes, do that please, again. Oh, it feels so good to have you touch me like that. I never ... never like that."
She could hardly speak as he kept tonguing her pussy, lashing up and down, lapping like a kitten over a saucer of milk. The sweet honey of her twat leaked down and he sucked up the droplets of oily dew and begged for more, ravishing her cunt with his mouth, his lips and raspy tongue.
Pace had never felt so aroused in all of his life.
Everything about Laura Beth was tantalizing, stunning beyond belief. Her tender virginal split with its lush plump little mons, excited him to lewdness he hadn't enjoyed before. He kept working his tongue over her juicy succulent little twat, then, gripped the twin outer lips and peeled them back like the skin of a fruit, baring the pulpy red nectar and meat of her vagina.
She was an innocent in every way, no matter what she had already experienced since arriving in New York. And she had never felt someone lavishing so much love and affection on her, devouring her body and begging for more.
"Your tongue, so long, so hot it feels so wonderful," she moaned as he licked the inner surface of her cunt lips and then stared at the wiggling extremity of her clitoris.
The adorable little button freaked him out and he tried plucking it with his lips, sucking down on the raw nerve endings of her clit until she sprayed a hot gush of sap over his lips and chin. But Pace wanted it and he drank it down and slurped greedily, rubbing his hands over every part of her naked body.
She just didn't want him to ever stop.
And as far as Denny Pace was concerned, child molester or not, he wasn't about to let go of her until he had satisfied every carnal urge in his hot-blooded body. He started lapping like mad, thrusting his tongue in and out of her slippery young hole and she bucked and heaved on the floor in time to his searing lashing strokes.
He could feel the way her cunt walls were rippling, nipping at his tongue, trying to hold it down in place. Slowly, he lifted her legs up, peering down at her ass and working his tongue beyond the edge of her twat, trailing it over the rose-red puckers that crowned her ass-hole.
"You are the most delicious little treat I've ever been able to eat out," he declared and she giggled girlishly, thrilling to his mature and sensual touch.
"I love the way it feels, the way you're licking my ... my cunt and making me tingle inside. I'll come in your mouth in another minute," she admitted and he returned to her pussy and smeared her abundantly flowing juices over his mouth, slurping more greedily now that her fear seemed to him to have evaporated.
The hot feminine odor of her lusty young body made his nostrils flare and quiver and he was panting as loudly as Laura Beth as she continued to buck against his face, trapping his head down, clamping her legs around his neck and pressing him forward as she pushed her plump hot box towards his mouth, demanding and getting more and more of his tongue..
"Yes, oh please, make me come," she groaned as he kept eating her out, slurping and unable to stop himself. "I love what you're doing. You're so big and strong and wise, like my paw. Oh, Mr. Pace don't stop, suck, my cunt ... I'm burning, on fire ... oh yes, soon and then fuck me too, let me feel your big thick manly cock moving into my pussy and making me come all over again!"
He listened, smiling fiendishly to himself. She was his little girl now and he would dress her and take care of her and she would satisfy every wanton sexual need, everything he could think of. The red dripping flesh of her pussy-was raw and inflamed and he probed still deeper as she got closer to her orgasm, wanting to drown herself in the pleasure of a searing delightful climax.
"Now, it's happening now, more put your fingers inside too, anything, do anything you want I'm coming, coming!" she cried out, writhing on the floor, powerless to stop her body from convulsing.
Just the way she tossed and turned, the way she was totally at his mercy, her body completely in his control, delighted Pace incredibly. His cock was stiff and clammy inside his trousers, leaking and wanting to be milked, sucked, fondled as he knew only Laura Beth would be able to do.
But for the moment her pleasure was more important. Her incredibly lithe and sensual young body bucked on the floor of his office as she came with a gush of sap which spurted like come into his mouth. He drank down the musky love-juice and begged for more, tonguing again and again, licking and nipping her clit until she was incoherent with pleasure.
"Please, yes, do it I love your mouth, you, you're a man and it feels so good, coming, filling your mouth with my come," she groaned, as feverish as Denny Pace.
It was pleasure, only pleasure, which she felt.
Nothing else seemed to matter and she kept on shaking, her arms and legs moving spastically, her muscles out of control until he had sucked down every last drop of her spend. She fell back then, her cheeks suffused with color, her body flushed and glowing as well.
Denny looked up at her and smiled, smacking his lips. He saw the resemblance to a young Monroe, but at sixteen Laura Beth had a look of innocence about her, despite the blue movies, despite the incest, despite anything else that others might insist made her jaded and debauched.
But she wasn't. She was only herself, trying as best she could to make it in a city she didn't understand, in a world of adults she felt oddly ill at ease in. But Pace was comforting her, even then, even after she had returned to her senses.
She looked up at him and smiled shyly as he knelt there, still running his hands over her lusty young body as if to convince himself that she was indeed real. "I ... I want to do it to you, too," she whispered, still feeling shy, still admiring the thick-rounded bulge in his slacks.
"Do what?" he asked with a devilish grin.
But instead of replying, she swung around and pushed him down on the floor. He watched her, afraid to move, watched as her eager young fingers undid his monogrammed silver belt buckle, unzipped his fly and pushed his trousers down and his shirt tails out of the way.
She had to prove to him how much pleasure she had felt, how much delight his lips and tongue had given her. And she had a letch to stuff his cock into her mouth, wondering if it would be as impressive as the other ones in her life.
So she hurried to take his pecker out of confinement, looking down at his silk-also monogrammed-boxer shorts and delighting herself at the sight of his meat, throbbing and trying to burst out into the open.
"Yes, I want you to see how much I love you," he gasped as her fingers pulled at his shorts, tugging them down until they were around his knees and she smiled with excitement.
His cock was smaller than the others, but stood upright against his stomach, more than adequate and at least seven inches long, just the perfect size, not too long and not too thick as she grinned and didn't hesitate in the least.
Swift as a deer she thrust her face down, his crotch wet and sweaty, his cock pulsating visibly as she took it in her hand and licked up and down the length of his pole, listening to the way he whimpered with the agony of his pleasure.
"Yes, I love that. I want your tongue there all the time," he confessed as he shivered with desire, watching her gluing her lips around the underside of his dick, licking the braided veins and then moving higher until she literally popped the round swollen nut-like glans right into her mouth, sucking down as hard as she could.
Denny Pace was pushing his hips forward, cramming more and more of his stiff and impressive dong into Laura Beth's mouth. And she was loving every bit of it, able to get the entire length down her throat without choking.
It was infinitely more appealing and far less cumbersome and unwieldy than Larry DeWolfe's titanic cunt-whacker and she started smacking her lips, her tongue curling tightly around his pole while she fondled his heavy scrotal sac, feeling his nuts moving inside the wrinkled and hairy bag that swayed between his legs.
He was a little older than her father, and far more of a turn-on, at least as far as Laura Beth was concerned. His air of sophistication and knowledgeability excited her and she trusted him, even as she kept sucking him off, wanting to fill her mouth with his hot salty load.
"That's it my dear, keep going, tighten your lips and lick the head of my cock. It feels wonderful. You have the loveliest pair of lips and it makes me shiver every time you suck on me," he told her, still pumping his hips forward in time to her bobbing up and down strokes.
She kept at it, not about to stop until she had drained his balls dry. There was something safe about him, safer than anyone she had ever met. He wasn't using her like the other men had done and in her desire to please him she pleased herself just as much.
Her head moved more quickly, bobbing up and down, her tongue licking as if she was sucking on a candy cane. He thrilled to her touch and couldn't help himself, about to explode as he felt his body heating up and his come getting ready to flood her throat.
"Yes, more, don't stop. I'll come, you're making me come you little sweet beauty you," he babbled, shaking against her as she pushed her face down flat against his crotch, rubbing her cheeks over his jet-black pubic hairs, a strange contrast (she thought) to the silver in his head of hair.
It was as if his crotch, his throbbing hard member, was younger than the rest of his body and she labored over his meat with love until he couldn't contain himself any longer. Her youthful little body moved in time to his thumping motions and she kept her lips tightly fastened around his penis until he suddenly groaned and shook against her, signaling his release.
"Now, now drink it, drink it!" he squealed, shaking fitfully as the first hot stinging gushes of his slippery come poured down her throat. She sucked and pulled in her cheeks and he tossed and turned on the floor, as powerless to stop himself as she had been.
"More, more," he begged. "Yes drink my load, it's so hot, such a fucking hot load of come, baby, good hot strong come!"
He kept shaking as more and more cream poured into her mouth and she squeezed his balls as if to milk them, feeling the heated muscular contractions of his thick sturdy phallus. Nothing could stop either of them and she was delighted to give him such exquisite pleasure as he kept jerking against her and she kept her face down between his thighs until his cock began to go limp and the last sticky globs of his semen dribbled over her lips and tongue.
She kept licking it dry and then slowly pulled back as he kept shaking, experiencing the after-effects, the after-throes of his tumultuous orgasm. "Come, let me hold you, let me hug you tight, little girl," he told her and she moved on top of him as he threw his arms around her, rocking back and forth as she nestled her head against his chest.
He's not going to lie to me, I can tell, she thought to herself. He's not going to make up stories and promises he can't keep.
"I'm going to be your father, your uncle now," he declared. "A girl like you, sixteen years old, can't be all alone in this city. You have to be taken care of, guided. Do you want me to be the one to do all that, my sweet little Laura Beth?"
Her answer was to press her lips against his mouth and kiss him with all the youthful passion stored in her body. A sugar daddy, she thought to herself, smiling, the stories she had read seeming to her to be on the verge of coming true.
* * *
Denny Pace knew exactly what he was doing.
He took her home with him that night, collecting her things-though he insisted she throw them all away and make a fresh start-at the Y and then taking her to his apartment. It faced Central Park and the Fifth Avenue address, the luxurious duplex apartment, made her feel as if she was living life in a movie, that everything wasn't really happening to her.
But it was, including the session she had with the photographer Denny had hired a few days later. He had sent her out with his girl Friday to pick out a fashionable wardrobe at all the top boutiques, wanting her to retain her country girl good looks and yet learn something of city sophistication.
Outwardly, it was an amazing transformation.
Inwardly, she was still Laura Beth Coates, innocent and wide-eyed, not fully believing what was happening. "I'm going to put your face on every magazine cover in this country, my precious," Denny told her after she had returned from the shopping trip.
And then it was time for the session with the photographer, the portfolio Denny needed her to assemble. She took a taxi down to the West side address and found the loft building where Simon Carlson, one of the better known young fashion photographers in the city, did most of his professional work.
Denny had arranged everything beforehand, but what he hadn't counted on was Laura Beth's infectious good humor, that and her irresistible sex appeal. Because the moment she walked into Simon's studio, he took one look at her and knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until he had made her.
She found him a barrel of laughs, reminding her a little bit of Spence, her older brother. With his long shaggy hair and intense good looks, twenty-five-year-old Simon seemed the epitome of now, today, the world of high fashion and excitement.
Of course, he wasn't nearly the man Denny Pace was. But Laura Beth liked him, just the same. She really wasn't looking at him with anything but innocence and she did exactly what he told her, secretly pleased that the work of modeling and posing in her new wardrobe was far easier and simpler than she had thought.
"You're a natural, just perfect blushing youth, a real bride look about you, clean and innocent. Hold it, that's it, smile, lift your head, good, good, keep walking, laugh, perfect, perfect, kiddo!" he called out, snapping away like mad as she went through her paces.
He must have taken nearly a hundred shots, for Pace was paying him a small fortune for his time, before he told her in the most matter-of-fact voice he knew to take off her clothes.
"We need some body shots, for panty hose, underwear, stuff like that," he said briskly, setting up some more cameras and ignoring her, hoping she wouldn't doubt his word.
Needless to say, she didn't.
She got undressed, no longer ashamed about appearing naked before a stranger. Besides, she already felt that he was her friend and when he looked back at her as she stood there, her hands at her sides and her incredibly curvaceous and lusty young body facing him and staring him in the eye, he almost lost his composure.
"Fine," he muttered, grabbing a camera and starting to take shots. He brought the zoom lens out and focused on her cunt, his mouth watering and his cock already hardening behind the front of his skintight suede trousers.
For the moment, Laura Beth didn't notice.
The lights were too bright and she kept moving, turning herself this way and that whenever he called out to her so that he could see every part of her delicious young body, the heart shape of her sexy ass, the marvelous fleecy growth of auburn curls crowning her tight and juicy little snatch.
His cock pushed forward, hard as a rock, bulging most obviously so that he was afraid she would notice how excited he was becoming. Slowly, he moved still closer, taking shots of her white creamy jugs, the berry-like nipples he longed to suck right into his mouth.
He couldn't understand what it was, but it was her innocence more than anything else which appealed to him. Most models he photographed were horsy bitches, cool and sophisticated and out for themselves. But Laura Beth was not like that at all.
Her youth cast its spell on him, just as it had done to everyone else she had met in New York. And because of her youth, he had a perverse desire to have her, to rape her if need be, to touch that fresh glowing quality about her, to make love-in short-to a child.
He moved closer and closer, but she still didn't know what was going on, other than that he was taking pictures of every part of her body. But she still didn't think it strange, not till he crouched down before her and told her to spread her legs apart.
A little reluctantly, she did as she was told and he snapped the picture and smiled to himself, staring at her cunt through the view-finder. "Turn your head around and look at the rear wall. I want a good shot of your neck," he announced and as soon as she had turned away from him, he got to his feet and put down his camera.
Quickly, hurrying, hoping she still wouldn't see him, he unbuttoned his suede trousers and pushed them down, hauling his stiff rigid cock out into the open. It trembled hotly and he grabbed her around the shoulders and thrust forward.
"What ... what are you doing to me!" she cried out as suddenly she looked down and felt the head of his cock shoving against her cunt lips, trying to worm its way right inside her tight and succulent little pussy.
She tried pulling away, but Simon was maddened with lust and he pushed her against the nearest wall, pinning her down as he thrust almost viciously, spearing forward until the head of his cock was hidden inside the tight recesses of her juicy snatch.
"Don't, let me go!" she screamed, trying to push him off of her even as she secretly thrilled to the way he was being so violent and manly, the way his cock was frictioning against her sensitive little clit and giving her marvelous rushes of orgasmic pleasure.
"I'm raping you, little girl," he laughed hoarsely, thrusting still deeper, not content until he was inside of her all the way.
He half-expected to feel her cherry, but when he didn't encounter any obstacles he grinned lewdly and lowered his head, thrusting from his slim boyish hips and licking her tits with his long wet and outstretched tongue.
Laura Beth was no longer frightened, but she also knew the kind of game he was playing with her and she kept beating on his chest, screaming with mock fear. "Don't please, oh please, don't, don't fuck me!" she moaned.
His only response was laughter, coarse and brutal, laughter and more and more lunging strokes, heated forward thrusts which enabled him to slam in the entire length of his cock without too much difficulty. She gripped it almost involuntarily, her cunt muscles tightening around his thick meaty pole as he held her against the wall, pushing up into her snatch.
"You're so burning hot, baby and tight, fucking incredibly tight," he moaned, savoring the feel of her pussy as he held himself against her, his balls rubbing against her thighs and his cock down inside of her vagina.
"You can't, stop, it hurts, you're killing me you're so big," she moaned, shaking against him, delighted by what had happened, turned on by the violence with which Simon had taken her.
But he only began to stroke, all the more aroused, especially now that he had her where he wanted her. "Feel me riding you, little one," he groaned, pumping agilely, digging deeper and deeper and squashing her clitoris against his cock-shaft as he thrust hard and fast and mean.
She kept whimpering, clutching her cunt muscles around his thick hard-on, loving what he was doing, his firm muscular body pinning her to the wall, his cock piercing her to the quick. She had never been taken so savagely before and it triggered something inside of her so that she was deriving a marvelous amount of pleasure from the act.
Simon, of course, knew nothing of this.
He frictioned heatedly, scraping his dick raw along her wet and clinging cunt walls, pawing at her jugs as they spilled over his palms and his fingers clutched the rosy-pink nipples and pulled on them until he could tell that her moans were no longer of fear but of sexual excitement.
"You're loving it you sweet little piece of ass," he told her. "You love having me fuck you, Simon Carlson pounding it into that sweet sixteen-year-old pussy of yours. Oh baby, you're too much, you're so fucking tight it's unreal, just fucking unreal!"
She jumped up then and grabbed him around the shoulders, locking her ankles as he kept thrusting, carrying her around the studio. His strength was incredible, for he had seemed thin and wiry when she had first met him.
But now he was invincible and his muscles bulged tautly as he kept hitting into her, finally lowering her down to the floor and falling on top of her, jabbing feverishly until she was nearly incoherent, no longer in control of herself.
"Feel it and shoot baby, make me shoot too. We're gonna fucking come you little piece, come, good hot fucking cream, sugar lips," he told her, feeling more virile, more potent than ever before.
After all, she was just a girl and he was nearly ten years older than her. Her innocence turned him on as much as her incredibly sexy young body and he kept pistoning into her, his balls hitting against her legs, his body hot and sweaty and his shirt sticking to his chest as he too got closer and closed to his climax.
"Yes, do it, shoot, fill me with your come, Simon," she told him then, shaking against him.
He was energetic, more tireless, than the other men she had known. His youth was in his favor and he was still in his prime, spearing his meaty pole in and out, never stopping to catch his breath as her body glowed and she thrashed and wiggled on the floor.
Her cunt muscles were going haywire and she knew she was going to come as she felt his cock everywhere, digging in and out of her muff and giving her a marvelous amount of pleasure. "That's it, more, harder, yes now, I'm coming, you fucker, you cocksucker coming!" she hissed as she began to cream, hot rivulets of her juice streaming down the well-filled walls of her virginal and plump little mount.
Her climax signalled his and he bucked on top of her, trapping her legs between his thighs, digging in and then stiffening as he felt himself getting ready to shoot. "Hurry, pour it into me, fill me with come!" she begged.
But even as she kept on creaming, the waves of her orgasm making her dizzy with excitement, Simon amazed her by suddenly pulling his cock all the way out of her snatch. Laughing like a wild man, he knelt between her legs and held onto his dick as suddenly his eyes rolled up, exposing the whites, and the first hot splashes of his semen poured out of his cock.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
There he was, screaming, cursing her as he shot his load and she felt and watched the hot wads of his come splattering over her tits and thighs and belly, bullets of come pelting her skin as he kept jerking back and forth, moaning with excitement.
Though it was a strange sight, it was one she knew she'd never be able to forget. She had never seen a man actually shoot, having always had cock in her mouth or ass or pussy. Now, she kept her eyes glued to his sweaty crotch as his dick kept ejaculating until she lost count and her skin seemed covered with a small puddle of sticky white cream.
He sank down on the floor, gasping, but not finished with her yet. "Now rub your fingers in it and lick them dry," he told her, taking hold of her hand and pressing it down against the slimy puddle of come which was oozing over her stomach and pussy. He rubbed her fingers in his cream and then, even as she laughed and tried to resist, pushed her hand up to her face.
"I won't," she told him, enjoying the game he was playing.
But Simon Carlson was not playing a game.
He was totally serious and he grew more angry as she laughed at him. "Do it, I say, or
I'll spank the living daylights out of you, you spoiled brat kid. Your father should have taken a strap to you with that fresh little mouth of yours!"
"My father liked to take his cock to me," she giggled, still attempting to push his come-smeared fingers away from her face.
And when she resisted, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, holding her steady while he rubbed his semen over her face. She gagged and then stuck out her tongue, frightened at his sudden willfulness, the violence of his flaring temper.
"You'd better suck them dry, little girl," he hissed, shaking her back and forth. "And then I'm going to take my hand to that tight little rump of yours and really show you how a little kid should behave in front of a man!"
The sudden change in his temperament freaked her out and rather than suffer through a spanking, for she was sure he would be less gentle than Marty had been, she licked his fingers dry as he scooped up the jelly-like come and kept sticking his fingers in her mouth.
"Go on, suck it down. You teenyboppers love drinking come. It's full of fucking protein," he told her and she turned white, panicking, licking the last drops off of his fingers so that only a thin layer remained on her body.
But even then he was not about to change his mind. He had stared too long and too lovingly at her plump white little ass and now he just couldn't resist showing her her place. So even when she sucked down the last of his cream, he took hold of her and began to pull her naked young body over his lap, pushing his trousers down to his ankles, not even bothering to take off his skintight body shirt.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, frightened of him and wanting to get dressed and leave the studio, sorry she hadn't really fought back when he'd sexually assaulted her, for now it seemed more like rape than anything else.
"Just what I said. You have to learn how to behave in front of grown-ups if you ever want to be treated like one," Simon declared, trying to haul her over his naked lap, his cock already showing signs of renewed vigor, trembling with delight as he pulled her forward and she kept resisting, fighting back, filled with dread that he was going to spank her naked ass and have his way, no matter what she might say or do to the contrary.
And just as he had initially gotten his way and fucked her, he wasn't about to stop now until he had his way all over again. "You're going to take your medicine, little girl, and like it!" he yelled as he wrenched her forward and she cried out, toppling heavily onto his lap.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Don't be mean to me, please, please don't hurt me, Mr. Carlson!" she begged, her voice tremulous and filled with agony as suddenly she cried out.
Simon's hand descended like a scythe, slapping across both of her lush ripe bottom-cheeks, leaving a flaming red blotch as he laughed at her discomfort. Tears of humiliation and shame, even more potent than the pain she was feeling, streamed down her cheeks.
"Little girls with big mouths have to learn how to behave themselves," he informed her, loving the red patch of inflamed skin which he had etched across her plump fleshy nether globes.
The very feel of her ass turned him on wildly and all of her jiggling, her bucking and heaving against his naked crotch, only added to the resurgence of desire he was now experiencing. His stiff rigid hard-on rubbed hotly and delightfully against her luxurious parsley bed and even amidst her embarrassment, Laura Beth could feel the photographer's hard bristling member frictioning against her pussy.
But when his hand descended once again, marking another cruel imprint on her naked and defenseless buns, she jerked fitfully, begging him to release her. "Please, I'll be good. I'll ... I'll do anything you ask, just don't spank me anymore!"
"Anything?" he laughed, holding her with one hand wrapped around her waist, humping up towards her wet and naked snatch even as he brought his hand down and stung her ass with his palm and five fingers.
She winced, feeling the heat rising, her ass being stimulated in a way that was oddly arousing, the flesh becoming as hot as the warmth rapidly mounting inside of her pussy. She had felt cheated when he had pulled his cock out of her just before coming and now Laura Beth resolved to have her way, even if Simon Carlson thought he was the one with the upper hand, no pun intended.
"I love the way you keep flinching, Miss Coates," he laughed, turned on by what was happening, how he was playing father to this luscious little teenager. "Your ass is the color of the blush of youth, so nice and red and so wonderfully warm to the touch. Do you know what I intend to do once I've given you a good hot spanking?"
She refused to ask, shaking against him as she tried to reach back and rub her buns, for they felt hot and blistery, itching her something fierce. But despite the pain, the pleasure only grew more intense and she pressed down against his sweaty crotch, rubbing her cunt lips against the upperside of his cock and moving her body back and forth even as the loud thwack of flesh against flesh resounded painfully in her ears.
"All little girls who get fresh should be shown their place," he went on, breathless, feeling the wet milk of her desire streaming over his cock, moistening his boner so that any second he wouldn't be able to control himself.
"You are ... you are so strong, so much older than me," she whimpered, not understanding why the man was doing this to her yet finding a strangely perverse delight in being subjugated like this, shown her place, treated like the child that in reality she actually was.
He kept staring down at her tender globes, now rose-red as opposed to the unmarked unblushing creamy-white along the underside of her supple thighs. And each time she jerked, he squinted, straining to see between her ass cheeks, to unveil the mysteries of her succulent little bottom-hole.
"Have you ever had a cock shoved up your ass, my precious?" he wanted to know, letting go of her waist and using both of his hands to pry apart the half-moons of her luscious ass.
She felt him pulling her ass cheeks apart and stopped moving, holding herself rigid and immobile as he smacked his lips and stared down into the narrow and hairless little fissure, that delicate little crack from whence he was determined to obtain pleasure such as he had always dreamed of.
The pink corrugations swirling beautifully around her rosy anus made him drool and he spat a gob of hot saliva right down into her bottom furrow. She still remained silent, turning her head back to see how he appeared to be hypnotized, no longer able to speak.
Simon kept staring and then with one long and extended index finger, he reached down and rubbed his copious offering of spittle up and down along her tender naked crease, concentrating on lubricating the reddened folds and puckers of her delicate little bottom-hole.
"It's even prettier than your lovely little muff, my sweet," he laughed, rubbing slowly back and forth, manipulating his cock against her wet and dripping snatch even as he kept massaging his spittle over her anus.
He spit against, making sure that her hole was going to get good and lubricated, not wanting to hurt her or have her try to stop him. But even before he attempted to finger-fuck her, to sodomize her ass-hole with his probing digits, he had an idea that she would not make any serious move to stop him.
She remained passive and silent, responding to the pleasure now enveloping her, returning the caressing strokes of his frictioning cock by undulating her hips against his gristly pole even as she felt his finger pushing down against the narrow slit, the aperture which led down into the depths of her tight and tender bottom.
"Yes, you'll love the way a man's cock feels moving in and out of your sexy little bums, sugar," he went on. "I haven't fucked a good tight boyish ass since I was in prep school. And yours is infinitely nicer than a boy's, especially because I'll be able to finger-fuck your pussy at the same time. I'll be able to feel both of your hot little openings all at once."
"How did it feel to fuck a boy?" she asked, all eyes, innocent as a lamb as he pushed his finger down and she relaxed her sphincter muscles.
Ever so slowly, being far more gentle than she had first thought him capable of, Simon Carlson maneuvered his index finger down into place. He stretched her globes farther apart, staring at the slick reddened flesh along the inside of her ass and then feeling the smooth inner surface of her rectal walls, dry and tingling as she involuntarily convulsed her muscles, clenching them around his finger.
He pushed it all the way down and luxuriated in the steamy warmth of her tight little bottom. "You wanted to know how it felt to fuck a boy," he said, turning to look at her, at her wide and excited eyes, her cheeks blushing hotly under his stern and masculine stare.
"Yes, did it feel good? Did someone ever fuck you, too?" she asked him.
"No, my sweet, that wasn't my style, even back in prep, back when you were just a baby with not a hair on that sweet little mossy pussy of yours. But I did get a chance to corn-hole some of the younger boys. It was quite lovely, actually, crawling into their beds at night after lights-out, using spit and butter and sometimes even hair tonic to grease those darling little rumps, then to feel my cock slipping right inside their virgin sheaths."
"Did it ever hurt them?"
"I suppose it must have, at least in the beginning. But there was one boy in particular, Bayard was his last name. He was about thirteen and I was two years older. And my dear little princess, that child had an ass kings would ransom their queens for. So fucking tight it was just unreal.
"And he moved like a chick too, strange as it may sound. I used to ride his ass for what seemed like hours on end. He never stopped bucking up and down, squeezing his buns around my cock, wanting me to come and come again."
The story excited her and she closed her eyes and tried to picture Simon as a boy her own age, mounting an innocent little youngster and pounding his thick meaty cock down between the white hairless cheeks of his ass.
And as she thought of this, he kept working his finger in and out, loosening her restraint, getting her to totally relax until he was able to slip in a second finger, stretching her hole even more than before. He speared them up and down, side to side, reveling in the dry heat of her tender bottom.
"I ... I want you to do that to me, too," she finally blurted out.
"Do what?" he asked, laughing at her, smiling that he was once again going to get his way and have her exactly the way he wanted her.
"I want you to ram your cock right into my ass, all the way, until I can feel your pubic bush scratching my bottom. Just ... just like you used to do to that little boy, Bayard, the one whose bottom you buttered," she said excitedly, moving quickly now, pushing her sphincter muscles back and forth, wiggling her buns delightfully until he was panting and tingling all over.
"Poor little Bayard," Simon mumbled as he finally consented and eased his two probing pistoning fingers out of her bottom. "I saw him on the street several years ago and he was just a poor little mincing faggot. Guess he just couldn't stop liking getting fucked up the ass."
And saying this he pushed her off of his lap and crawled around on his hands and knees so that she stared with desire at the sight of his thick handsome prong, rising up out of his pubic bush, hot and ready for another round.
"Now get on your hands and knees so I'll have no trouble at all getting my cock inside your ass, Laura Beth," he told her, sounding like a schoolteacher as she hurried to obey him, anxious to get started and feel his dick sinking down into the tight clinging depths of her overheated bottom.
Quickly, she moved into position and Simon kept moaning to himself as he watched the way her nether globes jiggled, sticking out in the direction of his rigid and rampant dong. It was too good to ignore and he hurried to finish the act, gripping her with both hands around her waist and pushing forward so that the head of his cock moved right against her anus.
She held her breath, feeling the pressure of his throbbing pole, the slick velvety smooth surface of his unhooded glans pushing against her ass-hole. "Now just relax and let me do all the work," he whispered, shaking with excitement as he pushed down and she winced, feeling the way he was trying to wedge his cock-head right into place.
"Yes, do it, more," she whispered, loosening her ring of sphincter muscles and waiting for the stretching feeling which accompanied the entrance and penetration of his hard meaty sword of manflesh.
He groaned and heaved it into her, ramming forward until the tissues stretched, gaping wide, opening up in order that the glans of his penis might find refuge in the slick dry warmth of her bottom. And as it happened she began to shake, feeling more and more juice streaming down the walls of her snatch.
"Yes, feel it going in, opening up your ass, rubbing against your walls and frictioning, moving, deeper ... deeper, oh it's going, it's so good, baby, better than anything else, so fucking tight," he whimpered, still pushing down, exerting all of his strength against his cock so that he was able to pound it down into place.
She felt it sliding in, scraping along her rectal walls and widening them considerably. But the pressure of his thick surging cock could be felt inside her pussy and she felt no pain at all, no discomfort as he continued to slug it into her, not content until he was completely ensheathed.
"More ... a little more, oh yes, feel it, it's so hot, so fucking hot," he mumbled, looking down between his legs until the last thick inches disappeared from sight.
Her buns were a pillow, firm yet padded and rubbing delightfully against his hairy crotch. He held himself firmly in place, his balls swatting against the backs of her thighs as his hands now moved down and he pitched her forward so that she was on her hands and knees, rotating her bottom up and down and feeling his cock moving hotly inside of her.
Quickly, he slipped two pistoning fingers inside her gaping and juicy split, feeling his cock on the other side as he now began to stimulate her ass and her pussy, both at the same time. He kept finger-fucking her as he pulled back and then thrust forward, ramming his cock deep inside her clenching jiggling bottom.
"Does it feel good, feeling my meat inside of you?" he groaned, savoring the gripping embrace of her dry virginal ass, the way her anal walls responded to his presence by fibril-lating, clenching and unclenching around his pole.
"Yes, it's so good, so good having a man's cock buried inside my ass," she moaned, starting to move more agilely now, reminded of what he had told her, how Bayard had bucked and given his cock a ride for its money.
"More, keep moving, wiggle 'em, baby, keep shaking those fucking little white buns of yours!" he cried out, ripping in and out of her ass and pussy, heaving and thrusting like a wild man.
And the harder he fucked her, the faster she moved as well, responding energetically to his fierce and virile assault. She kept quickening her motions, squeezing her anal muscles, holding his thick rigid cock down into place.
Each searing stroke made her pant and more and more juice kept dribbling down her cunt walls, lubricating and inundating his fingers, actually seeping down into her anal crevice and soon enough coating the hairy base of his penis.
He was breathless with excitement and kept lurching forward as Laura Beth matched him, stroke for stroke, loving the way his balls hit her thighs and his cock stretched her ass-hole and his fingers rubbed against her clit.
It was pleasure, pure mindless pleasure, which was fast overcoming her. She flowed with it, already well on her way to coming once again, but wanting to feel Simon Carlson's cream shooting into her ass-hole at the same time that she got off.
"Don't ... don't pull out this time. Come inside of me. I love it when you come, when I'll be able to feel your load pouring and gushing like an enema, making me come at the same time," she told him, listening to the way he was groaning, grunting hoarsely as he got more and more aroused.
She now began to literally dance, moving quickly, wanting to come and jerking her ass cheeks around his cock and crotch, letting him hold on tight as he kept riding her. But when she reached down with one hand, barely able to balance herself, and sought to grab hold of his wildly swinging balls, he knew he was almost there, unable to hold out much longer.
She fondled his balls and stroked their furry wrinkled sac and he began to scream out, demanding more and more of her until he was beyond communication. She kept milking and toying with his nuts, holding them firmly, goosing the shit out of him as he stroked like a dog, jabbing hotly, one quick darting motion and then another.
"Yes, you're making ... making me come," he panted, thrusting in yet a third finger inside her cunt so that she screamed out and knew that she too was soon going to come; to shoot her load as hotly and intensely as Simon Carlson.
"Do it, harder, keep shoving it into me, ram it in, mean, hard, faster and faster, Mr. Carlson. Please, hurry, now, now I'm coming oh it's too much, too much!" she screamed, nearly falling down on the floor as more juice covered his twitching fingers and she began to climax.
He felt her muscles going amok, convulsing spastically, trembling again and again until he couldn't hold out any longer. "Yes, little one, feel my come, my fucking hot load. It's happening ... now, now I'm shooting, oh shit yes, I'm shooting, come, feel my cream, Laura Beth!"
His wild excited cries deafened her and then he stiffened as the first thick gushes of his manly load, good strong hot semen, poured into her tight and cock-filled bottom. She flinched and squeezed her anal muscles as tightly as she could and he roared with delight as his come kept splashing into her well-filled hole, the muscular ejaculations of his penis reverberating along her cunt walls and adding immeasurably to her pleasure.
There was no stopping either of them.
Laura Beth kept on shooting, even as the last thick gobbets of the man's spend poured into her ravished hole, bathing her anus in a rich creamy balm. It was warm and soothing, sticky as well and she finally slid down on the floor as he eased his fingers out of the wet dripping depths of her pussy.
He fell against her, the two of them breathless, wildly delighted by what had happened. He kept his cock in place and she kept working her sphincter muscles around it as slowly it began to go limp, soft inside of her.
The pressure diminished gradually and by degrees, though she kept trying to hold it down. But finally it eased out, squishing loudly as it slipped into the open and he pressed his limp shriveled dick between her buns.
"Shit!" he suddenly exclaimed, jerking back and staggering to his feet.
"What's the matter?" Laura Beth asked, turning over and watching him as he didn't even bother to dry himself off, come adhering to his limp cock as he pulled on his briefs.
"I have another shooting set up, in less then ten minutes," he told her, his mood changing dramatically so that she shrugged her shoulders and got to her feet, trotting off to the bathroom to dry herself before getting dressed.
"Well, it's been fun, I guess," she told him when she was ready to go, seconds before the bell rang to announce his next arrival.
"Yeah, beautiful," he said, pecking her on the cheek, dispassionate now that he had had her, had used her for his own erotic needs. "I'll send Pace the face sheets, the proofs with the black and whites. They're gonna be fantastic, don't you worry."
She didn't know the technical jargon, but she hoped they'd please Denny Pace. And on her way back to his apartment, she hoped that Simon wouldn't go shooting off his mouth, telling people what had taken place.
The last thing in the world she wanted to do was alienate Denny, for without him she had a feeling she'd always be a nobody, Monroe's good looks or not.
* * *
Denny Pace knew the business inside and out.
He had connections and influence in all the right places, from the showrooms on Seventh Avenue to the pages of the top magazines and fashion dailies in the trade. And he knew the quickest way to get Laura Beth to the top was to use his knowledge and awareness of the weaknesses of influential people.
When the face sheets came back from Carlson's studio, he couldn't believe his eyes. Laura Beth, in his opinion, photographed even better than she looked, if that was indeed possible. If anything, her blushing youthful innocence came back at him through the photos as nothing he had ever seen before.
That she was such a natural, so uniquely gifted to the photographers' art, pleased him immensely. But it was a dog-eat-dog business and unless he pulled strings and made the proper connections, Laura Beth might just end up another model among hundreds trying to survive in an already depressed and glutted market.
"Hello, Yvonne, this is Denny Pace here. How are you, darling?" he said over the phone the day he saw the photos. "I have someone I want you to meet, someone I'm sure the two of us will both be able to enjoy, understand, precious?"
The rich throaty chuckle, so familiar to people in the business, came back at him from the other end. "Someone for dear sweet me, Denny?" the woman asked with a smirk. "Or for the both of us, sugar? You sound like you have your claws out, all nicely sharpened."
"Yvonne, darling, when haven't we be known to share ... and share alike?" he quipped. "Just promise me to come for cocktails tomorrow night. I'll handle the rest. And Yvonne, get a good night's sleep the day before. You'll need it."
"Ciaou baby," and she hung up on him, leaving him standing by his desk with a twisted smile on his lips.
Yvonne Alexander was the maker or breaker of the fashion world. As editor-in-chief of the influential and prestigious high fashion monthly, Feminence, she had personally changed a thousand careers, making top models out of unknowns, careers that invariably led to movie contracts and the like.
But what few people, even in the gossipy business, knew, was that Yvonne had certain particular-likes and dislikes, certain tastes she found difficult to always satisfy, for she was recognized everywhere, guest of talk shows and darling of the smart set.
Denny knew what really made his old friend tick and he rubbed his hands together. On ever score, every level he could think of, he saw himself emerging as a winner. He would be able to get on Yvonne's better side, get her to help make Laura Beth's face and body known to millions of Americans.
And he would also be able to experience the rare treat of enjoying two cunts at the same time, one belonging to a girl, the other to an equally stunning and alluring middle-aged woman. Yvonne was bisexual, with a yen for young girls, teenagers in particular.
And since on occasion they had shared their treasures together, though none as young or as seductively attractive as Laura Beth Coates, there was no reason to doubt that this time it wouldn't work just as easily as it had in the past.
He only had to contend with Laura Beth, though he suspected that once he explained things to her, she would prove to be highly cooperative. He sensed, even in the short period of time she had been living with him, a tremendous will and drive to succeed and if that meant enjoying the attentions of a woman for a change, he was certain she would prove resilient enough to handle it.
"Yvonne Alexander's coming over for cocktails tomorrow night," he told her that night as they sat in his living room talking and listening to records.
"The head of Feminence, the woman everyone's so afraid of?" Laura Beth asked, having been reading the gossip columns and already well on her way to familiarizing herself with people and places of the fashion world.
"The one and only," he said with a grin, putting down his glass and reaching around to hold her.
She snuggled up against him, a little high and perfectly content as she pressed her girlish fingers against the loose rounded bulge in his pants, fondling his half-rigid cock as he decided to tell her everything so that she would be suitably prepared.
"And Uncle Denny wants to ask you a big favor, my darling," he told her then, shivering as her fingers moved back and forth, stroking his cock and getting him highly aroused.
"You don't have to ask favors, Mr. Pace," she said gaily. "You know I'd do anything for you, anything in the world."
"Are you sure, Laura Beth?"
"Of course I'm sure!" she exclaimed. "Why ... why just have me prove it to you."
"I was hoping you'd say that. You see, if Yvonne-likes you, my dear child, she only has to snap her fingers and your face will be on the next cover of Feminence, she's that powerful. But..."
"But what? Won't she like me? You like me, don't you, Mr. Pace?" Laura Beth asked, looking at him with narrowed and questioning eyes, wondering why he was being so hesitant to disclose any more details.
"Oh, I'm quite sure she'll like you, Laura Beth. The fact is, she'll like you ... just as much as I do. And just the same way, understand?"
"No, I don't think so, not really," she admitted, still pressing her hand down against the hard throbbing bulge of his now thick and rigid erection.
He groaned softly from the pleasure of her touch, rubbing his fingers over her nipples, unbuttoning her blouse and glad that she had listened to him and had stopped wearing bras. Her tits were warm and pliant and he tweaked her nipples as she shivered and edged still closer to him, about to lower her head and press her lips against his crotch if he kept turning her on the way he was doing at that moment.
"Have you ever ... ever been in bed, made love to another woman, Laura Beth?" he finally blurted out.
"No, never!" she exclaimed and then she thought of what Simon Carlson had told her about his prep school days, how he had fucked boys up the ass. The idea of having sex with a woman was not in the least bit repulsive to her and she turned her eyes back to Denny Pace just as he eased away from her.
"Now just lean back on the couch, darling and let Uncle Denny take a good look at you."
She did as she was told, pressing her head against the side cushions, one leg stretched out across his lap and the other over the side of the sofa. He was panting, breathing hard and she could see how his cock was still growing, tenting up in front of his trousers.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Laura Beth, and you know how I'm going to protect and take care of you, don't you?"
""Yes," she whispered.
"I'm glad you believe me. Let me look at you now, darling and then I'll tell you what has to be done. Come, lift your skirt up for Uncle Denny. I hope you aren't wearing panties the way I asked. I don't want any nasty tight things suffocating that beautiful little pussy of yours, sweetheart."
She giggled and lifted up her skirt, exposing the fleecy ringlets of her pubic mound, the plump little hill of lust making him gape and stare with fixed desire. He reached down and slipped off her shoe, pressing her foot and toes against his crotch, forcing her to tickle his cock and make him pant with burning excitement.
"I love to just look at you like this, Laura Beth," he whispered as he consumed her with his eyes, watching the way the outer lips of her twat spread slightly apart so that he could just about see the tip of her hot and pulpy little clit.
She tingled all over and squirmed on the cushions, rubbing her foot against his cock with faster and faster motions. "Laura Beth, tomorrow, when Yvonne comes over, I would love to see her wrapping her lips around your pussy and eating you out, just the way I like to do."
Laura Beth's mouth fell open.
"Yes, I'd love that, and then have you do the same thing to her. She has a most beautiful cunt for a woman, all dark-black and hairy and much deeper and wider than your own. I'm sure you'll get great pleasure treating yourself to her cunt."
"And ... and what will you do?" she whispered, already visualizing what he had just described. "I don't want to be alone with her, I want you to be there, too."
"Oh, you're too much, sweetheart, just too much," he laughed. "Of course Uncle Denny will be there, never you fear."
Now that he had taken care of business, he turned his attentions to what he felt were more pressing matters. Namely, enjoying Laura Beth's voluptuous and hot-blooded young body without further interruption.
She didn't have to be convinced of the wisdom of that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Laura Beth was nervous.
She sat with her head against the back of a stiff wing chair, looking at her reflection in the mirror across from where she sat. It didn't seem like her, her hair all soft and bouncy around her shoulders, curlier and finer than ever before.
And the dress, so perfectly suited to a child, simple and yet marvelously girlish. It complemented her features perfectly and Denny had supervised everything, down to the last detail, the last ribbon in her hair.
When he came out of his bedroom dressed for cocktails, he was absolutely enchanted with her. The short schoolgirl plaid skirt and blouse were perfect and there was no hiding her ample breasts and curvaceous figure.
He made her parade for him, inspecting her clothes, lifting up her skirt and patting her naked young cunt with his eager fingers. "Yvonne will love you, rest assured," he declared and she giggled, quite prepared to accept and even reciprocate the older woman's advances.
Denny said it was only for her career, but secretly she was quite curious to experience love-making with a woman, wondering if it could be nearly as pleasurable as with a man. Now, she waited impatiently until the doorbell rang and Denny got up from the couch and went to answer it.
The moment Yvonne looked at her, it was love at first sight.
And as for Laura Beth, even as she got up from her chair and extended her hand the way Denny had told her to do, she immediately felt a kind of stage fright, staring into the glacier-cold blue eyes of Yvonne Alexander, duenna of the fashion world.
She was a tall svelte woman, attired in a slinky black jersey gown that was slit up daringly along one thigh, adorned with nothing more than a diamond brooch. Her raven-black hair was pulled severely back and her long rapier-sharp fingernails were lacquered to a glossy finish, the same color as her lips, a dark maroon stain that made her all the more chilling and formidable an adversary.
It was not sexual desire that Laura Beth felt.
No, it was fear, fear that if Yvonne didn't like her she might as well kiss her plans for success good-bye and forget about the whole business of becoming a famous model and maybe even an actress. But she was tongue-tied and sat across from her as Denny pattered around, smiling, making small talk and gossiping with familiarity to Yvonne.
"You've never tried marijuana, Laura Beth, have you?" he asked all of a sudden.
"No," she whispered, having heard about it but not knowing anything other than it made you crazy, so she had been warned by adults back home.
"Oh, Denny, she's just a child. She's too young for that sort of madness," Yvonne chided him, keeping her eyes on Laura Beth, admiring every feature, every part of her.
Her skirt had hiked up around her white and naked thighs and she was curious to see further, to explore and feel the girl's sexy young body. She crossed her leg and now it was Laura Beth's turn to stare as she found herself gazing at an expanse of smooth white thigh, reaching right up to the edge of the woman's ass.
Yvonne's dress was cut revealingly low and her mini-bra did little to obscure her deep creamy-white cleavage. Her breasts eased over the neckline of her dress, heavier and larger than Laura Beth's. Everything about her radiated a cat-like cool sexuality and the more they stared at each other, the more aroused they both became.
She still had difficulty talking, but the more they warmed up to each other, the less confined and uncomfortable she became. And when Denny insisted that they all smoke a joint, knowing as he did how marijuana loosened ones inhibitions, she moved across the room and sat down next to Yvonne.
The woman slid her hand around her shoulders, draping it there like a boa. "Your little girl is quite charming, delightfully so, Denny dear," she informed her host, giving Laura Beth a small little hug.
Everything was strange and, what was more, it seemed to be happening so fast she felt breathless. Denny told her how to smoke the joint, how to inhale deeply and hold it down in her lungs. It wasn't easy, for she had never smoked a cigarette. But after a few tries she stopped coughing.
At first, she didn't feel anything.
They kept passing the joint back and forth, Yvonne sitting on one side of her, Denny on the other. The fashion editor still had her hand draped over her arm, though now, as she leaned closer, she let her fingers slide still lower, grazing against the outline of her tits.
But instead of making a move away, or freezing, Laura Beth found herself giggling. "The little minx is stoned already," Denny laughed, patting her on the knee and keeping his hand there, warm and protective so that Laura Beth closed her eyes and sighed luxuriantly, feeling like velvet, smooth and safe all over her body.
Whatever the grass had done, it had certainly worked wonders in an amazingly short period of time. For even as she leaned there, resting her head against Yvonne's arm, feeling Denny's hand on her knee, the two adults winked at each other and made their move.
Ever so slowly, Denny began to slide his hand up along her thigh. And, at the same time, Yvonne Alexander rubbed the tips of her fingers lower until she was cupping one of Laura Beth's tits in the palm of her hand.
She was, even then, wildly aroused.
The girl excited her and Pace's presence only added to her pleasure, as if she was deriving a certain amount of delight having him there as a voyeur. But it was Laura Beth she was interested in at the moment, far more than Denny, whom she had slept with several times in the past.
She wanted to run her fingers over the girl's naked body, to suck down the abundantly flowing juices of the teenager's sexual excitement. She would lavish affection on Laura Beth until the girl would be literally eating out of her hand and begging for more, shoving her face down between Yvonne's legs and lapping like a hungry thirsty kitten, using her lips and tongue to suck and eat Yvonne out to her infinite satisfaction and fulfillment.
Now, even as she grew more daring and aggressive while Laura Beth still made no move, tingling all over and almost hypnotized and unaware of what was happening, she watched Denny's hand moving, watched how he was slowly lifting up Laura Beth's skirt, exposing more and more of her thighs.
Laura Beth smiled and mumbled as if she was asleep, letting herself be seduced with pleasure, her cunt overflowing, brimming with juice. She slouched down against the back of the couch and Yvonne's fingers undid the top two buttons of her blouse.
She too was tingling all over, feeling the way her mature and womanly box was burning with desire, itching inside and demanding to be stroked, tongued, petted and eaten out. She could not stop herself an she undid the buttons and gasped audibly at the sight of Laura Beth's lush naked jugs.
That the girl wasn't wearing a bra pleased her immensely and she tweaked the rosy nipples with her thumb and forefinger, growing more aggressive with each passing second. Laura Beth mumbled her excitement, her body glowing, flushed with desire.
Yvonne kept at it, stroking and tickling, loving the warmth and silky smoothness of the youngster's ample boobs. And when Denny finally hauled Laura Beth's skirt up around her hips and waist, exposing her cunt for the first time, Yvonne's mouth dropped open and she could only stare, literally dumbstruck by the lush foliage and succulent meat of the girl's virginal pussy.
Laura Beth shivered as she felt Denny's fingers moving in circles around her cunt, tickling her pussy, rubbing up and down against the wet and swampy opening, of her twat. She couldn't speak and the more she sat there, the more stoned and aroused she became.
She had never felt anything like it before and Yvonne instinctively realized that the girl was not about to offer any objections to the kind of things taking place. She grew more aggressive, cupping Laura Beth's tits in both her hands, squeezing the firm pliant flesh and pulling excitedly on each taut bud-like nipple.
Then, she leaned over and moved her lips against the girl's mouth. Laura Beth stiffened and then threw her arms around Yvonne's neck. She responded with passion she didn't even understand, letting herself be carried away with her feelings.
To be with the two adults, both of them so attractive and successful in their own right, only added to her pleasure. She felt Yvonne spearing her tongue into her mouth, licking her teeth and curling in and out like a snake.
"I suggest we retire to the bedroom for another joint," Denny then announced as he got to his feet and watched Yvonne and Laura Beth hugging each other tightly, their tongues curling around each other, Yvonne's hands pressing down against the girl's milky-white and ample orbs.
"Well spoken," Yvonne laughed, letting go of Laura Beth and helping her to her feet. She glanced over at Denny Pace and giggled, reaching out and pressing her hand against the bulge that tented up the front of his trousers. "Aren't you a dirty old man!"
"Not nearly as dirty as you, Yvonne," he replied coolly, leading them into the bedroom, another joint clutched in his hand.
Laura Beth felt as if she was in a dream.
Yvonne had a hand on her ass, and she slipped it right under the girl's skirt until she was able to feel the round naked cheeks of her lush little bottom. Laura Beth kept shivering. It seemed that everything was heightened, more intense.
She was aware of her body as never before, every touch, each caress, making her tremble as if she was on the verge of coming, right then and there. She guessed it was the marijuana they had given her and when they got into the bedroom and Denny stuck the second joint between her lips, she inhaled the smoke almost greedily, wanting to be bathed and immersed in the hedonistic pleasure of their company.
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched them as they kept passing the joint around. She wanted to feel both of them at once, knowing then that no matter what would happen, it could only be pleasurable, only be exciting-perhaps even more exciting than anything she had ever experienced before.
Well, they weren't about to keep her waiting much longer.
As soon as the second joint had been completely consumed, Denny began to get undressed. He lowered the lights and smiled at Laura Beth, hoping the girl would not disappoint Yvonne Alexander. She was dreamy-eyed, swaying back and forth on the bed as suddenly Yvonne seemed to lose control.
Even as Denny started taking off his clothes, she jumped up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of Laura Beth. "I must," she hissed, whispering hotly as she pushed the sexy teenager down on the bed and threw up her skirt, nearly ripping it off in her haste to press her lips against the child's lush reddish-haired pussy.
"Oh, my ... it's burning, burning!" Laura Beth screamed with incredible pleasure as her thighs were wrenched apart and suddenly she felt Yvonne's hot clinging lips sticking against her pussy. She spread them farther apart and shivered with lust as the first hot lashes of the woman's long slim tongue moved across her damp and slippery muff.
Yvonne was maddened with passion, passion she had rarely if ever experienced before. All she could think of was touching and licking and caressing every inch of the girl's body and now she rubbed her lips over Laura Beth's pussy and moaned with delight.
Her hands spread her thighs wide apart and the twin petal-like lips, sticky with fast-flowing cunt juice, gaped open, exposing the glistening inner flesh of her snatch. Yvonne was moaning and she thrust greedily, ramming her tongue right inside while Laura Beth lifted her legs over her shoulders and held them there.
Just watching them turned Denny on more than ever.
He kept taking off his clothes as he watched the way Yvonne Alexander's long slim tongue was probing every inch of the girl's muff, sucking down the hot tasty droplets of juice which spilled over the edge of her trembling vulva.
The odor of musky femininity assailed her nostrils and her own thick oily juices were streaming down the burning itching walls of her matronly box as she kept licking, spearing her tongue in and out, fastening her lips against the bud-like clit of Laura Beth's succulent vagina.
"Yes, do that, lick me there. Oh, please, it burns, it feels so good," Laura Beth moaned, tossing on the bed, shaking from side to side as Yvonne held her steady and kept lapping away, unable to control herself.
The slim raspy tongue frictioned again and again and Laura Beth couldn't believe the intensity of her excitement. It was as if the woman was lighting a fire, deep inside her cunt, making her burn with desire she had never felt before.
Every stroke sent her closer to the moment of release and the more Yvonne sucked, the more delirious she became. She was oblivious to everything else, her eyes tightly shut. But that didn't stop Denny Pace from taking his pleasure, anyway he could get it. It might be good business to be doing this, but it was also good sex as well.
He didn't hesitate, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and hauling them down so that his thick handsome prong jerked up in the air, stiff and rampant with excitement and desire. His naked body trembled with anticipation and he got up on the bed and moved to Laura Beth, squatting down on his haunches and rubbing the leaking head of his thick rigid penis across her lips.
She knew what it was, even before she opened her eyes.
She could smell his manly odor, despite the deodorant and soap redolent around his crotch. And she could taste the salty fluid of his pre-come, smearing itself across her lips, the head of his cock engorged with blood, stretched smooth as a drum head and just as sensitive to touch.
Slowly, even as Yvonne kept her face buried between the girl's thighs, unable to get enough of her pussy, Laura Beth opened her eyes and smiled with girlish delight, staring up at Denny Pace as he wagged his thick manly pecker in her face.
"You want it, don't you, my precious little girl?" he laughed.
She didn't even have to say another word.
It was merely sufficient to open her mouth and extend her tongue, moving it over the head of his penis. He groaned as she sucked him off and pushed down until she had managed to press her lips tightly around his thick bulbous cock-head.
"More, you want all of it, don't you, little one ? " he moaned, thrusting forward, crouching there as she took in more and more of his cock.
She was like Yvonne then, just as hungry, just as insatiable and driven towards pleasure. She wanted to taste every last inch of her mentor and patron's cock and she sucked avidly as he thrust deeper, pushing down until his wiry pubes nuzzled her tender blushing cheeks and his moans of pleasure grew as loud as Yvonne Alexander's echoing slurping tongue-strokes.
The editor glanced up and smiled, loving the scene, the way Pace was squatting over the girl's face, ramming his thick meaty poker in and out of her mouth. Laura Beth trembled heatedly on the bed, pushing her hips forward, now demanding Yvonne to keep eating her out.
Yvonne lifted her legs higher and explored the furrow between the youngster's plump little ass cheeks, dabbing the pink folds of her anus with the tip of her tongue, sliding up and down, from cunt to ass, never getting tired of what she was doing.
And the more she ate her out, the more aroused she became. She wanted her caresses to be returned in kind and finally she pulled away and got to her feet. Denny pulled Laura Beth up on the bed, taking off her clothes even as he kept shoving his cock in and out of her hot sucking mouth.
"Yes, do it, harder, baby and use your tongue on Uncle Denny's cock. That's it, oh yes, so good, you're making me feel wonderful, dear," he groaned as he pulled off her skirt and then her blouse, her body now as naked as his, ripe and expectant, a vessel of sexuality such as Yvonne had never seen before.
Her fingers were damp and clammy and she licked them dry, tasting Laura Beth's abundant secretions, the mysterious fluids, the oils which had streamed down the hot tingling walls of her fleecy and plump little snatch.
The girl seemed cast out of ivory or marble, so innocent and yet so vital, so sensual that Yvonne hurried to undress, pulling her dress up over her shoulders, unhooking her bra and peeling down her garter belt and cunt-juice stained bikini panties.
Denny watched her as she undressed, peeling her stockings off and kicking off her shoes. Her lush womanly body turned him on, though not nearly as much as Laura Beth's girlish figure. But the heavy growth between her long supple thighs still enticed him and he groaned as he stared at Yvonne's black-haired pussy, ripe and succulent.
He kept digging his cock in and out of Laura Beth's mouth, his heavy pendulous nuts tickling her forehead as she kept sucking him off. But now she glanced over and out of the corner of her eye she saw Yvonne standing by the edge of the bed, as naked as they were.
The woman's body affected her in a way she had never imagined or thought possible before. There was something goddess-like about it, commanding and getting respect and adoration, devotion as well. The heavy swaying jugs were round and smooth, the nipples much larger than her own pointy girlish buds.
But it was the fashion editor's cunt which freaked Laura Beth out, just as it was doing to Denny Pace. She had never looked at another naked woman before and now she was amazed at the luxurious growth of crisp black curls, the thick ragged-edged flaps which bordered the opening into her fully developed and womanly snatch.
She had a burning desire to press her lips there, just as Yvonne had done for her. And Denny sensed this, sensed what both of them were after. So instead of allowing his senses to control him, he gently eased his cock out of Laura Beth's mouth and moved around on the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you, my darling," he grinned, rubbing the wet dripping head of his penis back and forth across her cunt furrow.
"And I'm going to taste Yvonne's beautiful cunt while you do it," Laura Beth giggled, no longer feeling shy or embarrassed in the least.
Everything that was happening was giving her pleasure and even as Denny got into position, pushing some pillows under her ass so that her cunt would be raised up to a more accessible and penetrable angle, Yvonne was already making her move.
She could not stop trembling as she got up on the bed and leaned against the headboard, angling her cunt down over the teenager's flushed and glowing face. "You want to taste it, darling?" she asked, teasing Laura Beth as she kept squatting down, resting on her knees and pushing her muff towards the girl's mouth.
"Please, let me lick you, suck on your wonderful hot cunt," Laura Beth moaned, shaking fitfully as Denny pushed his cock forward, ramming hotly and wedging the head of his penis flush against her wet and gripping vulva, squashing her clit and making Laura Beth arch her hips, straining forward and opening her mouth to thrust her tongue out at the same time.
Yvonne groaned and shoved forward just as Denny did the same thing. She watched him thrusting down, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into the youngster's beautiful little pussy. It was a delightful sight and it inflamed her all the more, so much so that she no longer hesitated to acquiesce to her own sexual needs.
Hurriedly, she pushed forward, nearly suffocating Laura Beth as she shoved her cunt in the girl's mouth, trapping her head between her thighs. But Laura Beth loved it, loved everything that was happening to her.
For even as Denny Pace kept pistoning his thick meaty dong in and out of her pussy, even as she responded to his heated and energetic strokes, she now leaned her head back and licked frantically, lashing her tongue over the thick glistening black curls fanning out around the older woman's meaty box.
"Yes, beautiful, lick harder, suck me off good, my beauty," she groaned as Laura Beth's tongue seemed to singe her, making her flinch as she undulated her hips and reached down, grabbing hold of the rubbery and thick outer lips of her twat.
She peeled them back so that Laura Beth could really dig her tongue inside and when the girl looked up at the dripping hot red meat of Yvonne's matronly box and saw the woman's clitoris, she just couldn't stop herself.
It was a thick stubby finger of flesh and she sucked it into her mouth as excitedly as if she was sucking a cock. Her front teeth edged down, scraping gently and making Yvonne suddenly scream with fierce erotic fervor.
"Yes, lick, stuff it down your throat and make me come and keep sucking, my darling," she begged as Denny watched what was happening, just as aroused as the two of them.
He was taking his time, reveling in the sensations which assailed his senses, the way the girl's cunt muscles worked around his pole, the way each successive stroke of his cock brought a fresh rush of cunt juice spilling down, lubricating her narrow girlish sheath and adding immeasurably to his singular pleasure.
He kept digging in and out, rubbing his chest over her tits, licking them as well while he kept his cock in place and stared at Yvonne's pussy. The woman's cunt intrigued and excited him, especially the way she was holding her thick ragged-edged cunt lips apart and allowing Laura Beth the pleasure of sucking on her clit, that meaty morsel of cunt flesh rising up from between the gristly drooping inner set of vaginal lapels.
A gush of murky juice spilled down and Laura Beth swallowed it as avidly as she had swallowed come in the past. She was amazed by what was happening and the more she sucked and the more she was fucked, the closer she came to achieving her first climax of the evening.
Denny was now going berserk and gripping her ass cheeks he heaved in and out, the loud searing sounds of flesh against flesh echoing in the air. Yvonne watched him, loving the way the youngster's pussy was gaping open, attacked by Pace's manly cock.
"Do it, fuck her, shoot it into her and then I'll fuck her, too!" Yvonne cried out as she pushed down, shoving her meaty box against Laura Beth's mouth.
All she could see was pussy, red hot pussy filling her sight. She thrust her tongue deeper inside, thrilling when Yvonne clenched her powerful set of cunt muscles and actually succeeded in holding her tongue down in place so that Laura Beth couldn't pull it back.
She was moaning loudly now, thumping on the bed and she felt herself losing control as Denny rammed in and out, quick darting strokes that made him pant with excitement. "Yes, come, my sweet, my precious little pussy. Come and let me feel your juice over my cock, coating my meat and then I'll flood you with my load!"
Faster and faster she moved and her excitement communicated itself to Yvonne. The older woman was also getting closer to her release and she shook against Laura Beth's face, holding her head steady and thrusting her cunt up against her mouth.
"Do it, eat me good, yes and I'll come, too," she panted as Denny burned with lust and kept pounding away, moving like lightning, digging his penis in and out of her clenching dripping snatch.
But it was Laura Beth who was the first to get off.
She couldn't stop herself, the combination of the two turning her on incredibly, so much so that she had no control over her body and merely flowed with the pleasure as it kept rising like a tidal wave, finally inundating her as she shook violently on the bed, thrashing like a wild-woman and finally achieving the pinnacle of sexual fulfillment and release.
Unable to speak, she could only signal her climax by groaning shrilly, tossing about as a fresh stream of sap dribbled down the walls of Yvonne's box and she sucked it up and begged for more. And as she came, Yvonne pressing her pussy closer and about to shoot as well, Denny Pace convulsed and lost control.
"Here, feel it, my load, feel my load, my little darling, you beautiful little piece of ass, feel my come, my come baby!" he screamed, red-faced, panting, shaking against her as his balls were drawn up high in his scrotal sac and then he stiffened and his come flooded her muff, pouring out in a thick stream like a gushing fire hose.
She worked her muscles around his deeply ensheathed penis, milking his cock as his seed splashed deep inside of her and she kept on shooting. But try as she might, Yvonne was still unable to get off. But as soon as Denny had drained himself dry, she pulled back and moved around on the bed.
He lifted himself up, sliding his deflating come-smeared pecker out of Laura Beth's hole. She was panting, her tits rising and falling as she gasped for breath. Quickly, Yvonne threw herself down on top of the youngster, pressing her hot and feverish pussy against Laura Beth's snatch.
Come oozed out, rubbing up against the thick black curls around her box as she now began to slide up and down, rubbing and frictioning her burning cunt against the girl's muff. Despite everything that had already happened, Laura Beth still found the energy to respond to the woman's heated caresses.
She threw her arms around Yvonne's back and held on tight as she pushed forward, rubbing her cunt against the tangle of fur between the woman's legs. Her cunt lips were splayed back and then, delightfully enough, she felt the knobby head of Yvonne Alexander's long distended clitoris rubbing up against her own stiff morsel of erogenous cunt flesh.
Denny was still trying to catch his breath. He kept his eyes on them, loving what he saw, Yvonne rocking back and forth and moaning excitedly as she now felt herself on the verge of finally coming. She kept pushing down, humping against Laura Beth's fleecy little box, her clit slipping in and out of the girl's mucky and come-filled vulva.
"Yes, good, it feels marvelous, my sweet, so good, so fucking hot!" she groaned, hugging Laura Beth tightly.
And when Denny moved around, unable to resist and wanting Yvonne's evening to be a memorable one, and pressed his face between her buns, she felt herself fast losing control. "Yes, rim me, eat my ass out, you bugger!" she screamed as he pawed at her bottom-cheeks with lusty and newfound desire.
Even as she kept pumping down, she tingled as she felt the way he was pulling her nether globes apart, staring down into the thinly-haired fissure and then sucking on the folds and puckers of her deep crimson anus.
It was sweet as sugar and he thrilled to the touch, digging his tongue into place without further ado. He slammed it forward, ripping into her bucking clenching rectum and Yvonne kept moaning, rubbing her pussy against Laura Beth's honey-pot, working her ass muscles around Denny's tongue.
He slobbered over her buns, ramming his tongue in and out of her hot dry anus, reaching down with one finger and succeeding in sliding it between both sets of cunt lips, Yvonne's and Laura Beth's. The added friction turned them both on and his fingers were slippery with juice as he tickled their pussies and they moved still faster.
Laura Beth felt herself on the verge of coming again, loving the strange yet undeniably pleasurable sensation of feeling the woman's muff rubbing back and forth against her box. She kept shuddering, trying to nip Yvonne's long fleshy clit with her cunt muscles.
"Do that, again, and keep sucking out my ass, lick, lick harder," the fashion editor begged Denny as her skin glowed and she trembled violently. "Make me come, I love it, more more!"
She smashed her lips against Laura Beth's mouth, thrust her tongue down and then began to come, a great gush of her sap splashing out, drenching the girl's already wet and slippery pussy. Denny could feel the muscular contractions of Yvonne's cunt and he kept wiggling his finger back and forth, stroking her clit as well as Laura Beth's tender pulpy button.
His tongue was ramming in and out like a steam hammer and his cock was already arching up, turning stiff once again when Yvonne Alexander slumped down, gasping for breath, the last rhythmic contractions of her orgasm coursing through her body.
She hadn't felt such pleasure, such fulfillment in quite a while and she hugged Laura
Beth close to her as she rolled onto her side, not wanting to crush the girl with her weight. Gently, Denny eased his tongue out of her ass and collapsed on the bed, the three of them absolutely content, delighted by the way things had turned out.
It was an evening well-spent, all things considered.
But it also wasn't to be the end of their little liaison. Yvonne called Laura Beth the following morning and made an appointment to see her at her office for lunch. "Weil have something brought in," the older woman promised.
She told Denny and he seemed excited. "Just do as she asks. I know she-likes you and if things go well, you'll soon be seeing your face beaming back at you from the cover of a magazine, Feminence in particular."
So she dressed carefully and arrived at Yvonne's impressive private office precisely at twelve, the appointed time. Yvonne's secretary let her in and closed the door carefully behind her. The shades were drawn and Yvonne was sitting behind her desk, smiling mysteriously as Laura Beth felt strangely frightened.
"I couldn't wait for you to get here, my sweet," the older woman grinned diabolically as Laura Beth moved to the desk. "I've put on a present ... something perfect, specially for you because I know how much you like this sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?" Laura Beth asked.
"Why this, my little milk maid," Yvonne smirked as she rose up and got to her feet.
Laura Beth gasped and opened her mouth, unable to speak.
For though Yvonne had a blouse on, from the waist down she was naked-or just about. Strapped around her waist and buttocks she had fitted herself into a jockstrap like attachment of leather from which projected at right angles a huge hard rubber dildo.
Laura Beth had never seen anything like it in her life. She was frightened as the woman advanced upon her, laughing merrily as if nothing was the matter. The dildo was anatomically exact, the rounded end inserted between the thick gaping outer lips of Yvonne Alexander's snatch so that it frictioned and rubbed delightfully against her stiff burning clit.
But even more than this, it was the inhuman size of the dildo which scared Laura Beth, who had already figured out how Yvonne planned to use the device. It made Larry DeWolfe's penis look childish and puny in comparison.
Rising up a good ten inches and nearly three around, it was ridiculously oversized, grotesque and Laura Beth laughed nervously. But at that instant, Yvonne was upon her. "You want your face on the cover of my next issue, don't you?" she snapped.
"Why ... why yes," Laura Beth stammered even as she felt the woman lifting up her skirt.
She had made the mistake of not wearing panties and now she was pushed down against the leather sofa dominating one end of the room. "Then you'll let me fuck you with this great big beauty, my precious," Yvonne laughed, wildly aroused at Laura Beth's look of helplessness and fear.
"No, please ... it's too big, I ... I can't. . . " she started to say, but at that moment, Yvonne lunged towards her, ramming the fist-sized head of the dildo right between the slim shuddering lips of her pussy.
The pain was incredible, burning her insides as if she was being actually fist-fucked. She stared up at Yvonne's twisted face and moaned, trying to pull her away. But it was no use. The head of the dildo had already made contact and even as she tried to pull away, it ripped into her, sinking deeper and deeper, tearing a wide bloody channel down into the stretched and lacerated depths of her cunt.
All this for fame, she thought before she blacked out, just to get my picture in a magazine...
* * *
"Hey, paw, come quick, take a look at this!" Spence Coates yelled to his father. They were in the general store down in Tatersville to buy supplies and he had been leafing through the magazines when suddenly Laura Beth's face appeared before his wide and disbelieving eyes.
"Holy shit," Eban Coates swore when his son handed him the slick glossy-paged issue of Feminence. "I'll be a mother-fucker if it isn't our own Laura Beth!"
He just couldn't believe his eyes. Nor could Spence. Nor could the crowd of curious customers who soon gathered around to stare at Laura Beth's face beaming out at them on the cover, then to see her modeling ten pages of high fashion clothes, the latest collection from Paris.
"She looks older, paw," Spence muttered.
"Hell, that's just that imagine makeup they smear on their face."
But Spence knew better. He stared at the photographs of his younger sister and saw in them a look of cunning, of pain now rouged and passed over. Something had happened to the girl whom he had taught the secrets of sexuality, something that made his mouth turn into a frown.
She was no longer a child, and all he could feel was a great emptiness inside of him, a sadness he knew would never go away.
