This question, posed by one of the characters during a heated climactic scene of the story you are about to read, could well serve as the pivotal theme of Peter Jensen's potent exploration of modern social behavior and psychology. There is no easy answer for such a question, and, in researching it, the author has spared no pains in order to shed as much light as possible on bewildering paradoxes of life in today's turbulent times. The result, we think, is one of the most spellbinding works of fiction it has been our privilege to publish.
The basic framework involves the age-old "love triangle," that is, three people struggling with the complications of romantic affection. This particular threesome, however, includes not only Vera Walton, a ravishingly beautiful redhead, and her fiance, Rick Peters, but also a young blonde adolescent, Margie, who is Rick's daughter by a first, unsuccessful marriage. Our story unfolds as Margie is placed in the custody of her divorced father after a ten year court struggle and comes to live with him in New York City. She soon discovers a shameful secret about her father's prospective new wife and finds herself caught in a whirlpool of terror and savage sexuality as daughter and fiancee vie for the affections of the man they both love. The tragic consequences that result from this struggle provide the central core of this fast-paced, thrilling social document.
As important to the story as the psychological conflict is the environmental setting itself - New York City. The reader is swept along with young Margie into a chaotic melting-pot of cultures and attitudes, a teeming metropolis where nothing is sacred and where sheer survival is a fact of day-to-day life. It is possible, our author posits, that none of the searing drama and heartache each of the characters experience would be possible in a more calm, reflective urban center. But, against the volcanic background of New York, the shocking conflicts seem inevitable, even natural.
As the story unfolds, we, the editors, ask the reader to keep an open heart and mind concerning the often brutal events that take place. We ask you to remember that these people, although perhaps deluded by uncontrolled emotions, are only human. Particularly in the case of the father, Rick, and his beautiful, innocent young daughter, we must bear in mind that, at bottom, we are dealing with two lonely people, trying to reach out and communicate, to share affection and love. With painstaking attention to detail and motivation, our author has tried and, we think, succeeded admirably, in fully exploring this theme - "Where does affection end and morality begin?"
Because of the unusual, sometimes savage nature of the material, we recommend this book to mature, thoughtful adults only.
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Chapter 1
Rick Peters stood at the front door of his Washington Heights apartment, hastily rummaging in the pocket of his skin-tight, grease-stained Levi's, searching for his key-ring and muttering under his breath.
"Christ! It's almost one o'clock! If I don't move my ass, that plane's gonna be there before I'm halfway to the airport."
Finally locating the key, he jammed it into the lock and went inside. Without bothering to relock the door behind him, he went straight to his bedroom, unbuttoning his denim work shirt as he went and kicking off his heavy engineer boots. Within minutes, he was completely naked as he rummaged through his closet and bureau drawers, pulling out a lightweight summer suit, white shirt and tie.
"Too goddamn hot today," he swore, striding to the bathroom and turning on the shower. "No place on earth worse than New York city in July. It's a hell of a time for Margie to be coming in."
Returning to the bedroom, the well-built, muscular man of thirty-eight went to a small desk that stood in one corner and picked up a Trans-American Airways flight schedule pamphlet and rechecked the arrival times from Seattle. His fifteen year old daughter Margie was arriving that afternoon at three o'clock, and the handsome, rugged-looking man with curly brown hair was growing anxious that he would be late. He wanted their meeting to go smoothly, since they hadn't actually seen each other face to face in nearly. ten years.
Ten years! Rick thought to himself as he glanced momentarily at a framed photograph of a young blonde teenager with sparkling blue eyes and a clear, peaches-and-cream complexion. Had it been ten years since his stormy divorce from Loren? Ten years without contact, except through letters and phone calls. In a rapid succession of flashing images the divorced man recalled his tearful farewell with his five year old daughter, his move from Seattle to New York City, his purchase of the World Oil Company service station lease from Walt, his old Army buddy, and the endless time put in working overtime to make the station pay off. He smiled wryly to himself as he reminded himself that he had done it all for only one reason - to pay for the long, drawn-out custody suit to win Margie away from his ex-wife. Now it was done. His daughter would be awarded to him, and now the concerned father would be finally bringing her to his home, something he had dreamed of in all the lonesome months and years since the separation.
He was on his way back into the bathroom when the phone rang.
"Who the hell could that be?" he muttered as he turned on his heels exasperatedly and picked up the phone by the bed. "Yeah?"
"Rick? It's Vera."
Rick smiled at the sound of the husky, melodious voice that greeted him.
"Hi, Vera. I just got in."
"I know, I've been calling every five minutes since noon. I thought you were going to be coming back earlier ... doesn't the plane ... ?"
"Yeah," he replied, cutting her off, "it gets in at three. I got stuck at the garage. Some damned businessman type was giving me this big spiel about overcharges, and I couldn't leave till it was settled. I can't talk too long, honey."
"I know, I know ... I just wanted to wish you well, and be sure to tell Margie I'm really looking forward to meeting her."
"Thanks, I'll tell her. Look, Vera, are you sure you won't reconsider and have dinner with us tonight."
"No, Rick, I still don't think it's a good idea. I mean it's going to be hard enough for her to deal with New York City after the kind of life she's had in Seattle, and I don't think it would help to suddenly trot me out as your girl friend when she hasn't seen you in ten years."
"Hell, you're not just my girl friend; we're engaged now."
"Oh don't think I've forgotten that, darling, by any means. But, even so, I think you should take time out tonight to get to know each other. Besides, the plumbing's gone berserk in my apartment and the man is coming to fix the pipes this afternoon, so I'll have plenty to keep me busy."
"Okay, then definitely for dinner tomorrow night."
"It's a date. Oh Rick, I hope she likes me."
"Baby, I swear she'll be as crazy about you as I am inside of five minutes."
"I hope so."
"Well, I'm positive of it. Listen, I've got the shower running and I'm standing here naked, so I better get goin' . . : "
"Naked, are you?" Vera remarked with a sly edge to her voice. "Mnnnn ... makes me want to run over right now and have a look see ... "
"If it wasn't so late," the handsome gas station owner bantered, "I'd take you up on it."
"Say, we'd better hang up; I'm getting horny. You know, Rick - until we're married ... I think we've got to be careful around Margie ... I mean, if Loren was as frigid as you say, her daughter might not be too keen on seeing her father and his girl friend acting like a couple of lovers."
"Well, we'll just have to take it slow ... but listen, we'll talk it out later. I've got to hang up."
"Okay, darling, just remember, it's all going to be fine. Good luck, and I love you."
"Thanks, Vera. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Right. Bye darling."
As Rick hung up the phone he was surprised to notice that just talking to his buoyant redheaded fiancee on the phone had given him a semi-erection, for his penis had become warmly stiff and swayed achingly as he made his way into the bathroom. He was pleased, too, that his prospective wife, an attractive airline stewardess who lived around the corner in her own apartment, had such a healthy effect on him, and that their sexual relationship was satisfying and discreet. Certainly a far cry from the coldness and frustration he had known with Loren, his first wife, Margie's mother. Where Loren had been glacially beautiful, with light brown hair, gray eyes, and a haughty attractiveness that gave clear evidence of a very wealthy upper middle-class background, Vera Walton, his girl friend, was vivacious and spontaneous, a girl who had come from lower-class people, like himself, and had been forced to learn how to survive in an often unfriendly world. Where Loren was frightened and neurotic about anything sexual, Vera had successfully integrated her erotic needs so that, while far from promiscuous, she had learned early that there was no reason not to have fully-explored sex with an attractive male. Loren saw herself only as a hostess and housewife; Vera wanted her freedom and a career as an airline stewardess. At least she had until Rick popped the question after four months of dating.
As the youthful looking man slipped his naked body_into the warm rush of shower water, he smiled as he recalled the voluptuous redhead's surprise when he asked her to marry him.
"Oh Rick," she had said, "why spoil a perfectly fine relationship by getting married.
I'm not the housewife type, you know, not one bit. You couldn't stand it."
Yet, in the early hours that Sunday morning, as their two nakedly entwined bodies came together for what was to be their third lengthy fuck of the evening, and the handsome divorced man had slipped his hotly swollen rod into her wetly clasping pussy, she murmured a heartfelt yes.
So now it was a new beginning. A new fiancee and his daughter finally given to him after a ten year custody battle. Maybe it would be okay now, maybe all those years of ball-busting work at the station were finally going to pay off. With a little luck, he'd be able to afford a down payment on a nice split-level on Long Island and finally get out of the city. Jesus! That would be a good life - Vera, Margie, a comfortable home, trees and sunshine. And there was no reason why it couldn't happen, just as he pictured it. No reason in the world.
* * *
"Trans-America flight 734 from Seattle, delayed in flight, is now scheduled for landing at four p.m. Thank you."
Rick sat in the spacious waiting room at the Kennedy Airport listening with annoyance to the repeated announcement of the delay in his daughter's flight. He had arrived by car about fifteen minutes previously, frantic because it was already after three, only to learn that he now would face at least an hour's waiting time. Listlessly he began to leaf through the Daily News, trying to keep himself from getting edgy or nervous. After all, it was only a short delay, a boon, in fact, since there was now no question but that he would be there to greet his daughter. Yet he had been waiting for so many years for this moment that the added delay made him restless and irritable.
What's it gonna be like, he wondered, having her living with me after all these years? For all I know, she won't even like me.
Despite the enormous difficulties the handsome, brown-haired man had experienced with his first marriage, his early relationship with Margie, when she was only a baby, had been very happy. Father and daughter, it seemed, had a rapport that almost made the strained relationship with Loren bearable. At least for the first five years. By then Loren had insisted on a divorce, and, aided immeasurably by the financial resources of her well-to-do family she was able not only to free herself from Rick but also win permanent custody of Margie, with her luckless husband given only minimal visiting rights.
Loren never gave a good goddamn about Margie, the bitter garage-owner remembered. The only reason she fought so hard to get Margie was because her family insisted.
His former wife, apart from being rather cold and aloof, had always occupied herself with an endless string of "projects" and social engagements, generally preferring to leave her daughter in the care of a housekeeper. She spent her days heading Civic Improvement committees and Community Theatre productions, or spending endless hours in talk and gossip with her bridge club cronies. To her former husband, it seemed, in retrospect, that their marriage was doomed from the start. He was from a lower-class family, hard-working people who eked out a living from a small family grocery store in Seattle. Rick made a living as a skilled auto mechanic and had met Loren when she brought her ailing Pontiac convertible in for repairs. The rugged young man, then twenty-one, had been deeply impressed by her elegant beauty and class. She came from moneyed people, and her father was one of the most respected surgeons in the state. When they started dating, neither family approved, each fearing trouble from a possible union between two young people from distinctly opposite backgrounds.
But in those early days, Rick knew only too well, he and Loren were deeply smitten with each other. She was enchanted by his earthy directness, his rough-hewn good looks, and he was in love with her physical beauty and bright charm. It was only after their hasty marriage that they discovered their irreconcilable differences. Loren was used to an extravagant life-style, one that her hard-working husband could scarcely afford until he had his own business. Despite the fact that Rick soon became manager of the Emco Station, his socially-conscious wife made so many demands upon their finances that he had reluctantly agreed to let her use her family's money for her personal needs, but insisted on paying for all household expenses, often working late in the night to accumulate enough overtime to do it. Still, there were numerous other problems. Their friends, for example. Loren was continually condescending to her husband's garage buddies and their wives, finding them "vulgar" and "so unnecessarily common". On the other hand, Rick disliked her friends, finding them generally artificial and pretentious. Their biggest problem, though, was sexual.
To the muscular ex-husband, the problem lay with his beautiful wife's neurotic frigidity. To him, sex was an enjoyable and meaningful part of life, the natural expression of love between a man and a woman. He had had plenty of experience with women during his Army days, and considered himself knowledgeable in the bedroom. He -knew full well that Loren was a virgin on their wedding night, and was somewhat frightened of sex. But, he knew, this was only natural, and at the beginning it didn't seem to matter. Hell, she was so fantastically beautiful, with that ravishingly proportioned body of hers, and those firmly upthrust breasts, white as doves and perfectly rounded, that he had no trouble reaching satisfactory orgasm even though she lay beneath him rather passively and rarely initiated sexual play. He had been content to know she was his, and that she won admiring glances from other males wherever she went. Yet, after several months the young husband had begun to want something more from his wife, a more spontaneous, inspired love life, a full release for the powerful male instincts that he was keeping dangerously at bay until Loren got over her anxieties.
"I just need time, Rick," she would say to him over and over.
She insisted her problems were due to her rather strict upbringing. Her well-heeled parents, anxious to protect their only offspring, had imbued her with the idea of being a "lady" at all times, and they took a rigidly puritanical attitude toward sexual matters: "a necessity for producing children, otherwise a rather vile human need". Yet as the months of frustration and disatisfaction went by, the rugged young man began to realize that Loren had very little intention of changing her attitude, even though she had made token statements to the effect that she knew it was wrong. She refused to see either a medical doctor or a psychiatrist. Their evenings in bed together became more and more rare, frustrations built, their modest apartment was always filled with unspoken tension, and Rick found himself going nearly berserk with unsatisfied needs. After a year, things came to a head in a way that neither of them expected, and finally shattered their marriage altogether, although the actual separation would not come for another five stormy years.
Rick tried to force the sudden flood of memories out of his brain. The last thing in the world he wanted to think about now was his life with Loren, and he particularly didn't want to think about that one night when everything fell apart. The night, ironically enough that their daughter was conceived. The muscular ex-husband glanced at the waiting room clock: three-thirty. Damn, at least another half hour of waiting.
Impatiently he rose and went to a nearby cocktail lounge, hoping to still his mind and get away from the volcanic memories that suddenly rose up from his unconscious, forcing him to face once more the agonies of his marriage. Sitting at the bar, staring blankly into a double scotch, his brain, almost acting independently of his will, zeroed in on that strange evening nearly a year after their ill-fated marriage had begun, when Rick had returned to his apartment after a frustrating day at the garage, tired and half-drunk from a couple of after-work slugs of whiskey, only to find Loren sleeping on the couch, with dinner nowhere in sight.
Christ, he had tried to keep himself under control, hadn't he? He didn't want it to happen that way! Further and further his mind drifted, bringing him back to that fatal night, forcing him to relive it moment for moment, just as it happened.
* * *
The curly-haired young husband stood in the center of the living room of his modest Seattle apartment staring down at the sleeping form of his voluptuous wife who was curled up like a little girl on the soft wide orange leather sofa. She was dressed in a yellow silk blouse printed with gold flowers and a pair of skin-tight white capri-pants encased her softly rounded buttocks like a second skin, clinging sensually to the smooth line of her thighs and gently tapering legs. She wore no shoes, and the sight of her slim feet gave her a certain vulnerable, little girl aura that made her muscular spouse's brain reel with drunken confusion. He had come home, only moments earlier, weary from a long day in the garage, only to find Loren asleep and dinner still in the refrigerator. At first he had been furious, for his wife was a reluctant homemaker, and he had often come home having to make dinner for himself, finding only a brief note from her telling him she was "visiting Mommy" or "at a meeting, sorry darling". Now, once more, he felt he was being treated like a fool. The wife was expected to at least provide the meals wasn't she? But the whiskey he had drunk before coming in had numbed the impact of the uncooked dinner, and he found himself instead unexpectedly fascinated now with her sweetly sleeping form. She seemed so at peace, so calm, and, consequently, so beautiful, that he was consumed with that old feeling of intense love for her.
Christ, nobody's got a more beautiful wife, he mused sentimentally. If there weren't so goddamn many problems.. . we could have it made. Oh, Loren, it could be so good ... so good.
How he had waited for the days when his frigid wife finally discovered the depths of her own passion and they could share the purely sensual delights of marriage. He knew his petty annoyance with her lack of housekeeping skill would disappear if he could really make love to her, not just now and then, but as often as they could, anytime, anyplace. Hell, he couldn't see himself as some defeated old wage-earner already. His body was in peak condition, and he was second to no man when it came to raw desire. Hell, he had a hard-on at least twice a . day, just thinking about sex, and particularly, he was proud to note, thinking about sex with his radiant wife. There was no question that he wanted her, and, despite a healthy number of nubile females in town and particularly, around gas stations, nobody turned him on like his sleekly sculpted wife. We could have it all, the drunken young husband thought pouring himself a glass of scotch from the roller-bar in the corner. He knew that somewhere Loren was wild gypsy of a woman, for there was a burning promise of delight in her eyes that Rick knew waited only to be tapped. She had all the equipment, and all the talent, but she was afraid to use it. Afraid to break through the taboos her parents had put on her as a child, afraid to drop the "lady" crap and let her hair down. He'd seen hints of it all right, moments when she let go and held him like a female cat in heat. But since their marriage, those moments came less and less frequently. It was like a tug-of-war between him and her parents, with Loren in the middle, scared and defensive.
Feeling unexpectedly affectionate, he sat down at the edge of the couch and instinctively leaned down and blew a wisp of air into her sleep and moved her softly rounded body sensually. Rick could smell the aphrodisiacal aroma of her perfume and his alcohol-stimulated body began to ripple with awakening desire. He began to cover her face with gentle kisses, being careful not to startle her or move in too fast, knowing from experience how quickly she could retreat from him. Unconsciously, his radiant wife began to snuggle sleepily towards her husband, and Rick took her enticing form in his arms and began to embrace her with slowly mounting urgency.
"Oh, baby," he whispered softly, "you're so beautiful, so beautiful."
More than anything in the world right now, he wanted to hold her close and to fuck her, yes fuck her like a rampaging stallion, to break through the frustration and months of disatisfaction, to finally share a fully-experienced, volcanic orgasm. His drunken senses all began to respond with lewdly erotic longing and his muscles became charged with animal strength. The aroused young husband began to kiss his wife's scarlet tinged lips with rising urgency. He wanted her now, he wanted her badly.
Stirring slowly in his arms, his wife began to gradually awaken. She had been dreaming, dreaming of her father, when she was a child ... she and her father were walking down a path in the woods and he picked her up and began to cuddle her and tease her just as he had when she was only eight years old ... tossing her up in the air and catching her perfectly. But then suddenly she became conscious that it was Rick who was holding her! Her eyes fluttered open and she saw her drunken young husband kissing her eagerly, still dressed in his tight, dirty work clothes, smelling of alcohol and body sweat. A tremor of fear flashed through her body, and she instinctively began to wriggle away from him, her mind jolted roughly out of the pleasant dream of her father to find herself being roughly pawed by her husband, who obviously had been drinking.
"Rick," she murmured as she resisted his advances, "No, don't ... Rick ... "
But her hotly aroused husband was not to be stopped; his cock and balls were throbbing with insistent lust, and his thick penis pressed eagerly against the tight denim of his dungarees, swollen enormously and hungry for release. In his alcohol-clouded state, he felt he could overcome her deep-seated fears merely by the intensity and power of his desire. Instinctively Loren grew terrified at his rough assault, and her fingers began to grow cold as ice. It was there again, the fear, the chilling fear, that she remembered had been with her since she had become "a woman".
Oh, she knew, how well she knew that her parents were to blame for all her guilt and shame over her sex and her bodily needs. But it seemed impossible to break through, and Rick didn't seem to want to wait any more. In fact, he terrified her sometimes when he would get that nearly obscene look in his eyes, particularly when he had a few drinks, and begin to embrace her like some kind of animal. She couldn't stand it, and now she found herself growing almost furious at his drunken pawing, the way he was almost sprawling on top of her on the couch.
"Rick, stop it. Please," she insisted anxiously. Suddenly the vulnerable young bride began to grow panicky, and found herself nearly screaming in terror at her lustily advancing husband. "No ... Rick, STOP!"
Suddenly she lashed out wildly to push him away, and unwittingly her hand slapped him full-palm on the cheek. Rick froze for a moment, then pulled back angrily, his skin glowing red from the force of her accidental blow. But to the astonished young husband it was no accident, and a fierce rush of angry violence took hold of him, buffeting every part of his body with the savage force of months of accumulated frustration.
"Rick, oh Rick! I didn't mean to do that. Oh, I'm so sorry darling," Loren cried seeing her husband rising angrily to his feet, an expression of shock and fury in his brown eyes.
"You goddamn bitch," he roared back, "you're making a fool out of me!"
"No, darling, no ... please believe me!"
But her enraged young husband was past listening to her protests and excuses now, for his drunken mind was spinning with outrage and there was only one thing he wanted: revenge! Revenge for all the pent-up frustration and misery she had caused him. His distraught young wife rose up to once more try and calm him, but the muscular garage-foreman suddenly pushed her back down on the couch and then fell on top of her, hungrily kissing her face and neck harshly. Loren, surprised and horrified, wriggled furiously away from him, trying to push his sprawling body off with her hands. But it was useless, he was not to be stopped.
He was through with waiting, he wanted to fuck her, fuck the living daylights out of her, and this time he didn't care how much she protested! She was his and he was due his rights as a husband! Cruelly he pressed his lewdly questing mouth down onto her tight lips, kissing her like a frenzied beast while she continued to struggle helplessly beneath him. Forcing her clenched jaw apart, he suddenly rammed his rigidly searching tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and rotating it, and causing Loren to gag violently. Still pinning her down, her heatedly aroused young husband snaked his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to drunkenly open her silk blouse, ripping at whatever buttons would not give easily. Brushing the folds of the soft garment aside he reached behind her, quickly undid the clasps of her white lace brassiere and yanked the confining garment away from her fearfully twisting body. Her firm young breasts shivered like soft pudding and the dark pink nipples tightened into erect little buttons under the drunken young man's leering gaze.
With a low groan of animal hunger, Rick moved his hard wet mouth down to the pliant fleshy mounds and began to suck voraciously and to bite on her nipples. The touch of her warmly sensual body, denied him for so long, sent hot spasms of desire through his powerful frame. He felt he could never get enough of her wetly quivering breasts, and he shifted devouringly from one to the other while Loren pleaded and moaned wildly for him to stop. But he was deaf to her cries as he continued to crush his hard, muscular body down upon her tensely writhing little frame, crushing her helplessly into the soft leather cushions of the wide couch while his lips pulled greedily on her ivory-white flesh.
The humiliated young husband was shaking now with pent-up desire and revenge, and he was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting on his terrified young bride. At last, he felt, he was getting back at her for all her haughty refusals, her condescending manner, her sneering attitude toward his family and friends. His obscenely sucking lips slid smoothly down from her quiverily firm breasts ... down to the velvet softness of her abdomen. Reaching the waistband of her white capri pants he finally pulled back momentarily, his eyes gleaming with an almost demonic lust and drunkenness.
"I want you naked," he snarled, "completely naked!"
"Nooooooo ... " she cried, attempting to sit up in protest, "NOOOOOOOO!"
Laughing lewdly, he pushed her roughly back down onto the couch and then quickly unzipped her pants, yanking them roughly down her slimly tapered legs while Loren sobbed in humiliation. Once the snug slacks were removed he tossed them onto the rug and then let his scotch-clouded eyes gaze lustfully over her nakedly ripe young body. Consumed with shame, his brown-haired wife lay helplessly trembling before him, clad now only in a pair of snow-white lace bikini panties that tantalizingly concealed her warm, hair-fringed vaginal mound.
Never taking his eyes from her appetizing form, Rick slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his dark-blue work shirt, so that his tanned and thickly muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then he unbuckled and unzipped his tight dungarees and, standing next to his horror-stricken young wife, he slowly lowered them and kicked them off. Now he stood before her clad only in his light blue shorts, a cruel smile slashed across his lips.
The look of fear on his weeping wife's face only increased his passion. He was going to take her by force no matter how she protested or pleaded for .mercy! The mere thought of satisfying his long-suppressed sexual needs caused his thickly rigid cock to jerk upright until it pushed against the thin material of his shorts like a steel rod. With a salacious grin at Loren, he tossed his dungarees to the floor, and then jerked his confining shorts down so that the full nakedness of his eagerly throbbing cock and balls was presented to her frightened gaze. The sight of his lust-hardened staff, jutting out menacingly in full erection, made her gasp in alarm, and she instinctively shut her eyes to banish the obscene sight from her gaze.
Seeing her respond with loathing to the exposure of his virility made Rick even angrier than before. H.; reached down suddenly and grasped the tight crotchband of her lacy panties and with one cloth-shearing yank ripped the fragile garment down so that the tensely trembling mound of her pubic triangle was nakedly revealed to him. The sparse curling hair glistened a tempting brownish-gold, and the sight of her soft nakedness made tremors of desire surge uncontrollably through his hotly aroused body. In a few vicious jerks he pulled the thin panties down her sleekly tapered legs. Loren moaned in agony as the tight elastic sharply scraped the smooth white skin of her fear-tightened limbs. Finally, she was completely naked.
"Oh. God help me!" she moaned in shame, as she tried pathetically to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"Shut up, you frozen bitch," Rick snapped drunkenly, tossing the limp panties aside contemptuously. "For once in your life you're gonna get pulled down from that pedestal of yours! I don't want a crazy school-girl, babe, I want a woman! A REAL WOMAN!"
He crudely grasped her tightly clenched legs and forced them apart so that the moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit was revealed to his drunken gaze. With a snarl of lust he lowered himself onto the couch between her splayed limbs, and, spreading the soft cushions of her cuntal lips with his hands, he buried his face in the softness of her obscenely exposed wet pussy. Abruptly he flicked out his hardened tongue and ran it down the full length of her warmly perfumed cuntal split.
The shock of his sudden action made Loren jerk back involuntarily. She tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent her passion-crazed husband from exploring her vulnerable private regions so crudely, but she was powerless against the onslaught of his alcohol-sodden desires. Roughly he licked his tongue up and down her blushing red slit, each wetly licking stroke sending stabs of shame and humiliation through Loren's tortured young form. His eagerly searching mouth soon found the fleshy bud of her little clitoris, and with lusty relish he began to suck and bite on that tender area, trying to make it harden, hoping dimly to rouse his frigid wife into a state of desire that could match his own. The little penis-like button involuntarily grew hard from his insistent oral probes, yet his shame-racked young wife experienced only a deeper feeling of debasement. She could not and would not submit to his animalistic attack. It was too horrible, worse than anything her mother or father had ever warned her about, and she resisted it fiercely, refusing even to acknowledge the faint stirrings of teasing warmth that involuntarily began to insinuate throbbingly in her vaginal flesh.
Rick, meanwhile, was consumed with a frenzied hurricane of desire. Having finally given vent to his savage lust, he now became a slave to it's overwhelming force. His massively erect cock jerked excitedly as he burrowed his mouth hungrily into Loren's wetly pulsing cunt. She was squirming like a wildcat, now, scraping at his naked shoulders with her nails, sending rasps of pain through his flesh, but he didn't care! In fact it excited him that she did it! The more she protested, the more she resisted, the more fiercely aroused he grew. This was a hell of a lot better than having her passive and cold! If she wanted to play rough, well he could show her just how rough he could be!
Suddenly he reared back from her, and before his startled wife knew what was happening he had positioned his hotly lustful body over hers, and was propped on his elbows, his eagerly straining cock poised directly at the hot tight flesh of her pussy. Then, with a barbaric growl of desire he flicked his hips forward and burrowed the thickly swollen fullness of his cock all the way up into her wetly clenched cunt until the swollen head slammed hard against the tender flesh of her cervix.
"AAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, a tremor of pain vibrating through her shuddering form, as his massive cock slammed into her defenseless pussy. Her fiercely tightened vaginal muscles clenched around his thickly driving cock in a vain attempt to expel the cruel invader, but it was totally useless. Slowly, Rick began to fuck her in and out, each painful thrust stretching the fear-ridden walls of her pussy more and more.
Loren gritted her teeth and mewled helplessly as her drunken husband began to drive into her with a steadily increasing tempo. Her nakedly abused young body was wracked with an agonizing mixture of pain and humiliation and she moaned in defeat as she felt his hugely swollen balls swinging and slapping against her inner thighs. She could hear him groaning lewdly and breathing like a mongrel dog in the throes of bestial passion as he rotated his pelvis sadistically, forcing his rock-hard cock in and out `of her cringingly ravished pussy. Although she could not resist his brutal onslaught, she could, she knew, remain unmoved by the stirrings of desire that even now flowed insistently through her rigidly held body.
I can't give in to this horrible behavior, she resolved firmly, I can't. How dare he do this to me? HOW BARE HE?
Yet her drink-dazed husband cared little about her determined aloofness and continued to thrust into her with jackhammer blows, consumed with a torrent of violent desire. His thickly swollen penis became charged with rampant excitement as he drove deeper and deeper into her painfully stretched cuntal interior, and white hot sperm began to gather and surge in his bouncing, hairy testicles. In the next moment he began to cry out with the ecstasy of approaching orgasm.
"I'm cumming," he cried wildly, "OOOOHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKK!! I'M CUMMMINNNGGGG!"
Cringing in humiliation beneath him, his stubbornly frigid wife was repelled even further by his obscenely shouted cries, and her entire pain-racked frame trembled fearfully when his raging load of thickly heated semen exploded into her tightly clenching pussy in convulsive spasms.
He's an animal, she cried inwardly, AN ANIMAL!
Meanwhile Rick rammed his massively ejaculating rod back and forth until its rhythm abated naturally and the last drop of his white hot sperm had jetted into her. Then slowly he pulled away, feeling uncannily satisfied and triumphant at his sadistic subjugation of his haughty wife. Yet, when he saw the look of bitter contempt on her face and realized fully that his sudden attack had little effect on her icy disdain, he was once more consumed with the old feeling of anger and frustration. He had taken her by force, fucked her like a savage, and it didn't make a bit of difference.
"You hated it, didn't you," he asked in a bitter voice.
"Yes," she murmured coldly, "I hated every minute of it. I'm afraid Rick, I'm just not the wife you want."
"You mean I'm not the husband your parents had in mind, is that it?"
Loren turned away from him, retreating suddenly into a private world of her own.
"All right baby," her husband sighed wearily. "Maybe we should get a divorce."
"Maybe," she answered in a tone that was scarcely audible, "maybe we should ... `
* * *
Ironic, Rick thought as his mind returned to the present and he became conscious again of being in the airport cocktail lounge, how ironic that on the night we finally decided to split we conceived Margie. What a way to have to come into the world.
"Trans-America flight number 734 from Seattle now arriving gate twenty-one. Incoming passengers may be met at the Arrivals Lounge. Thank you."
Quickly Rick paid for his drink and hurried down the long passageway leading to the Arrivals Lounge. His hands trembled and his brow was furrowed slightly with concern and anticipation.
Margie... Oh, Margie, he said to himself, I'll try to make it up to you. I promise.
Chapter 2
He recognized her immediately. She came through the door of the lounge carrying a small flight bag, and Rick felt his heart begin to pound with pride as he saw his young daughter in person for the first time in ten years. She was about five feet tall, and dressed in a pale pink-and-white summer dress that fitted snugly around her youthfully blossoming breasts and slender waist, then flared in a billowing circle around her remarkably smooth and rounded hips and tapered legs. Her golden blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, shone like sunlight and perfectly set off the turquoise blue of her innocent eyes and the clear alabaster whiteness of her skin. Her nose turned up slightly just above the rather mature fullness of her naturally reddish lips.
My God, her astonished father marveled, she's beautiful, just beautiful.
For a moment he was frozen to the spot, fascinated by the sight of her, and wondering how he and Loren could have made such an exquisite creature, particularly given the circumstances of that fateful night. But it was true, Margie had her mother's features, and that almost platinum hair that was like his own mother's had been. It was as if providence had taken the best that both partners had to offer and bound it all up in one delightful young girl.
"Margie!" he managed to call out finally to the stunning fifteen year old girl who was glancing around with bewilderment. "Over here!"
The blonde girl turned at the sound of his voice and suddenly their eyes met in mutual recognition. For a moment, the two of them siood as if paralyzed, not quite believing that, after all this time, they should finally be together again. Finally Margie broke into a wild smile and began running eagerly toward her handsome father.
"Daddy! Oh Daddy!"
Suddenly they were embracing, clinging together for dear life, and Rick's daughter burst out into heartfelt tears mixed with girlish laughter.
"Oh daddy, I'm so glad to see you again, so glad!"
"Me too, honey," her father said as they pulled away and gazed at each other warmly.
"Gosh, you've grown so much I hardly recognized you. If it wasn't for those pictures you sent me I'd have thought you were a Hollywood star or something."
"Oh, sure," she replied, laughing.
For a brief second or two there was an awkward silence, each trying to find the right words to say, wanting to overcome the distance that all the years had put between them.
"Did ... did my trunk get here from Seattle yet?"
"Two days ago. It's in your room at the apartment. Are you hungry? We could eat here, or else go right to your new home. Which would you prefer?"
"I think I want to see the apartment. I've been trying to picture what it looks like for months now."
"Fine. The car's right outside in the lot. Got any more luggage?"
"No, mother's sending the rest by Express."
They walked towards the entrance together.
"By the way," Rick asked after a moment or two, "how is your mother?"
"The same. Mean."
Father and daughter exchanged looks, and slowly understanding smiles crossed their faces. Instinctively the radiant blonde fifteen year old slipped her arm around her father's elbow and gave him an affectionate squeeze.
* * *
"You know honey," Rick said as they rode up in the elevator toward the tenth floor of the building, "New York's a lot different from Seattle and I think you've got to be a little more careful."
"Careful about what?"
"About where you go, and who you talk to. I know this all sounds sort of unnecessary to you, but believe me I know what I'm talking about. Our neighborhood's safe enough, but two blocks away it's a whole different story. So until I can get a down payment together on a house on Long Island, I want you to promise me you'll be very careful and not go wandering around alone when you shouldn't be. I mean, I'm not trying to be a stern father or anything, but this is a whole new world for you, and until you know your way around I want you to stick close to the area around the building. Okay?"
"Okay. But I'm no baby, you know."
"I know that honey, and believe me I'm not going to treat you like one. Just make sure you know the ropes before you decide to take New York by storm."
Instinctively, the blonde fifteen year old knew her father was trying gently to tell her about life here, and she had seen for herself, almost immediately, that, compared to the tranquil suburbs of Seattle, she was in a whole other world. She had never seen such huge buildings or so many people jammed together. All during the ride from the airport to Washington Heights she had stared in awe out of the window, trying to absorb the chaotic profusion of life in New York. There were people of every race and nationality, shops of every size and purpose, more movie theaters than she had ever seen, more restaurants. And the heat! She had never experienced such sticky, oppressive heat, and she was more than a little relieved when her father had told her their apartment was air conditioned. She'd read stories in newspapers and magazines, of course, about New York City, but nothing had prepared her for what she saw, and although she was thrilled to be with Rick again, she was a little nervous about how she would respond to her new environment.
"This is it," her curly-haired father said as the elevator doors slid open and they walked out into a long hallway.
"l0a!" Margie exclaimed as they reached the door. "I remember that from the letters. Apartment 10a. I never thought I'd really be here."
"Well, you know it's not a palace or anything," her father said, unlocking and opening the door. `"Hope you're not disappointed."
As the slender girl moved into the living room, she knew at once she was not going to be disappointed one bit. It was a spacious room, painted white, with colorful pastel pictures and black-and-white photographs on the walls. The furniture was cheerful Danish modern, and a thick green rug covered the entire floor.
"Oh it's beautiful, daddy. Just beautiful."
"Well, thanks. The kitchen's over there," he said, pointing to the right. "It's not too big, so we'll generally eat in here. My bedroom's the first door on the left, and your's is the second door there. The bathroom's between the bedrooms. Why don't you go on in and see your room?"
Eagerly the lithe young girl ran to the door her father had indicated and went inside. She found herself in a small, but pleasant room, also painted white, with a big old-fashioned single bed, complete with a carved headboard and patchwork quilt. A beautiful wooden chest of drawers stood against one wall, and a matching bureau stood nearby. Colorful posters had been hung on the walls depicting flowers, photographs of animals, and even a photo of The Zanies, a new rock-and-roll group that were popular now. There was a bright blue shag rug on the floor, and her trunk, the one that had been sent from Seattle, stood unopened in the middle.
"I love it, Daddy," she cried as he came into her room, and once more she ran to hire and flung her arms around his strong, hard-muscled body.
"And look there," he said, pointing to a big, old-fashioned easy chair covered in bright, Robin's Egg blue. It sat beside a corner window, like a private little nook, comfortable and protective. "It looks out onto the courtyard."
Going to the chair, Margie's eyes widened as she realized she could snuggle up in it and gaze freely at the inner courtyard that was surrounded by apartment buildings. At once she pictured herself spending hours curled up with a book in that cozy nook, or else just gazing at all the windows she could see and wondering what went on in each apartment. She had never seen anything like it before, and a ripple of happiness surged through her slim young frame.
"It's perfect. Really perfect," she cried. "Oh thank you for doing all this daddy."
"Well, I can't take all the credit," Rick said, sitting on her bed. "Actually I had a bit of help from Vera."
"Vera?" Margie repeated, growing unaccountably apprehensive on hearing the name. "Who... 'who is Vera?"
Her good-looking father realized that he hadn't mentioned his girlfriend as yet, and inwardly cursed himself for not having prepared Margie a little more tactfully.
"Vera's a friend of mine, honey. A good friend. She lives in a building around the corner. She's an airline stewardess."
"Is she ... is she your girlfriend?" Margie asked in a low voice.
"Well, in a way, I guess she is," he replied, somehow feeling it was too early to let his daughter know he had definitely decided to remarry. "But you'll meet her tomorrow. Today, we're just going to get to know each other, and I've got reservations at the Shanghai Rainbow for dinner tonight, just you and me, okay?"
"Okay," she replied, smiling at him. She had felt sort of funny when her father began suddenly talking about this Vera, but Margie decided to put it out of her head. After all, she was finally away from her mother and living with her father, something she had wanted for years, and she didn't want anything to spoil it now.
"Well, shall we have some lunch now? Then we can unpack your trunk."
"Sure," the blonde girl said brightly, "and I want to see the rest of the apartment, too."
* * *
Late that evening, after the long dinner at the Chinese restaurant, Margie lay in the comfortable bed of her room, her mind racing with thoughts. Her father had suggested she go to bed early, since she was beginning to show signs of travel weariness, and get up bright and early so he could take her around the city and show her the sights. His blonde daughter had readily agreed, but now, dressed in a thin cotton nightgown, she lay on top of the bedcovers, her brain racing with new impressions and feelings,
It was so wonderful to be with her father again. He was even handsomer than she remembered and was every bit as charming and nice as she had hoped. Wryly she remembered how her mother had fought to prevent custody from being given over to him, ten long years battling in the courts until finally the judge had decided to let Margie decide whom she wanted to live with. To the young blonde girl, then fourteen, there was no question but that she wanted to be with her father. She had never liked her mother from the beginning. She was always away at meetings or parties, or being nasty about her father, especially when the grandparents came to visit. But no matter how much they drilled into the young girl's head that Rick was irresponsible and vulgar, his daughter had always remembered how much she loved him as a baby, how she had always preferred his fun-filled company than that of her mother's. He was always planning trips with her, outings to the mountains or the seashore, and her mother always put a damper on it. And she was always so nasty, too, even after her father had to go away. And every minute since then, the unhappy blonde girl dreamed of only one thing: being with her father again and getting away from the boring emptiness of life with her mother.
Yet, even though that dream was finally fulfilled, and despite the fact that she and her father obviously got along well together, there were some things she didn't like. New York, for one thing. True, she had only had fleeting glimpses of it so far, but it frightened her the way people stared at you on the street, and the way everybody rushed around like they were in some kind of big hurry. And sometimes the looks she got from men made her skin crawl. She remembered particularly the bus boy in the restaurant, a Chinese boy with long hair and skin-tight trousers, so tight she could see the mound of his private parts clear as crystal. The way he almost leered at her when her father had gone to the men's room! Nobody had ever looked at her that way in Forest Acres, the suburb where she had lived in Seattle.
Of course, she comforted herself, it was just a first impression. She would surely get to love New York, after all it was the biggest, most famous city in America. Still, after her father's warnings, and what she had already seen, just in the first day, made her wonder if it was going to be a little more difficult living here than she thought. And then, of course, there was Vera.
Her father had talked about her all during dinner, telling her what a nice lady she was, and how she had picked out the posters in her bedroom and even upholstered the easy chair by the window. Yet, somehow, deep inside, the adolescent blonde was apprehensive. It didn't seem right to finally get away from Mother and suddenly be confronted with another woman.
Realizing that sleep, at least for the moment, was impossible, Rick's fifteen year old daughter decided to sit up for a while in the chair by the window until she was more relaxed. Tiptoeing quietly across the rug, she curled up in the chair, pulled the floor-length drape aside, and gazed through the open window to the courtyard outside.
It was twilight, and most of the windows that Margie could see were covered with drapes or shades, although here and there she could see directly into some of the apartments. This is like having a private movie theatre, she thought happily. There's no way I could ever do this in Seattle.
In one window she could see an old married couple having a fight, and even hear their muffled shouts. The fifteen year old blonde girl laughed as she watched the old lady throw a dish at her husband and then suddenly, realizing the drape was open, yanked it shut. Another window revealed the apartment of a handsome young man, apparently returning from work. Margie watched as he turned on the lights in his living room, put on a record, and then disappeared into another room. She could even hear the music faintly, it was Judy Garland singing "The Man That Got Away". Moments later the young girl watched with shock and astonishment as the young man returned, only he was wearing a dress! She couldn't believe it! Her awestricken eyes hypnotically watched as the young man twirled around the room in a silver lame evening gown, and finally put on a long-haired wig of black curls. With a gasp of disbelief, Margie suddenly realized what her father must have meant when he nervously tried to prepare her for the city. She thought she had some idea already of how different it was here, but this was almost beyond belief. At that moment, the young man realized his antics were not as private as he had thought, and he suddenly drew his window shade all the way down.
Her heart beating fast, both from astonishment and oddly excited curiosity, Rick's young daughter looked almost eagerly for another unshuttered window. Seeing the bizarre young man's activities had shocked her, yes, but also she was now intrigued, intrigued as never before, to see what else would be revealed to her. Coming from the protected, isolated atmosphere of her mother's suburban house, she had never seen anything like it before, and yet, as well as repelling her, it caught her imagination, like an open-mouthed tourist in a foreign country.
No other windows appeared to be uncovered, at least none where there was any discernable activity. The adolescent girl began to shift her position, hoping that by leaning this way or that out the window she might catch sight of something new. Her efforts soon paid off, for she found, by leaning to the extreme right, she had a perfect view of a bedroom, some three stories down, across the courtyard. With wide eyes she settled in and waited for something to happen.
Within moments a statuesque woman with long, scarlet-red hair walked into view, dressed in skin-tight, faded jeans, and a white blouse tied just under the enormous thrust of her voluptuously endowed breasts. Watching her, Margie experienced a twinge of envy, realizing that her own breasts, though unusually large and well-shaped for her age, were still not as ripely attractive as those of the beautiful red-haired woman she saw through the window. Obviously the svelte female was unaware or unconcerned that her window was uncovered, for she moved around the brightly lit bedroom poised and self-assured, emptying ashtrays and then mixing drinks at a portable bar that stood near the bed. Margie guessed that, because she could see into the woman's apartment only by practically sitting in the windowsill, it would be hard for most people to gain a view of that particular apartment unless they went to great trouble.
Margie giggled to herself, and felt almost as if she were spying. She knew she really shouldn't be peeping into other people's apartments like this, but her curiosity was so aroused that she couldn't tear herself away from her window perch. It was so nice and pleasant, there was even a cool breeze blowing now.
She's mixing two drinks, Margie noted. That means there's somebody else there, too. Or somebody coming. I wonder who it will be?
Chapter 3
Vera Walton slowly sipped the extremely dry martini she had just poured for herself, savoring the taste of the potent mixture until she was satisfied that she had made it perfectly to her liking.
"The drinks are all mixed, my friend," she called into the open bathroom that adjoined her bedroom.
Moments later a darkly handsome, well-built Puerto-Rican youth appeared at the bathroom door wiping his hands on a rag. He was dressed in well-worn, faded dungarees that clung to his muscular hips and legs like a lewd second skin, disappearing into a pair of work boots. He wore no shirt and his chest, shoulders and arms were rippling with smooth, hard-muscled flesh; thick black curling hair grew luxuriously on his swelling pectorals. The confident-looking young man smiled at Vera, revealing a set of brilliant white teeth that flashed against the darkness of his skin.
"I just gotta finish with the pipes, then I drink, yes?" he remarked, his voice revealing a slight Spanish accent.
"Take your time, good looking," the voluptuous redhead purred. "No hurry. I'll just sip a bit while I'm waiting if you don't mind."
"No, Ma'am," he replied with a wink, then turned back into the bathroom and the plumbing job he was finishing. The voluptuous redhead reclined lazily on her wide double bed and sipped her drink, relishing the soft tingles that began to insinuate through her curvaceous frame from the mixture of gin and vermouth.
This is one vacation I'm really going to enjoy, she mused to herself. Normally, the twenty-nine year old airline stewardess spent her midsummer vacation in exotic places, a luxury her job made available both easily and inexpensively. Generally she spent her two free weeks in Paris or London, or Los Angeles, but this year things were different. The svelte charmer was growing tired of always being on the run, always out of town with her job, always the good-time-girl looking for new kicks and new adventures. But this was a crucial year. In six months, she knew only too vividly, she would be thirty. A dangerous age for a single woman, no matter how you looked at it. Not that she enjoyed her independence less than ever, by any means. She liked being footloose and fancy free, free to go where she wanted, when she wanted, and with whomever she wanted to be with at the moment. Ever since her wild, raucous youth in Farleigh, Ohio, when she was the girl her rather conservative high-school classmates always whispered about, she had developed a taste for excitement that remained unabated to the present.
When all those other straight chicks worried about what they were going to wear to the Senior Prom, she remembered with sly amusement, she was making it with the local Hot-Rod Champion and having the time of her life. The last thing in the world she had ever had in mind was marrying the boy. next door and settling down to diapers and dishwashing. Her decision to train as an airline stewardess had been made precisely to enable her to get away from that kind of life. She had no hangups about sex like the other girls she knew, and she was damned if she was going to end up frustrated and bored.
Yet now, the scintillating redhead had to admit that as the years advanced, the idea of ending up alone and unwanted, virtually an old maid, gave her pause for concern. In terms of appearance, she knew, there was nothing to worry about. Her skin was still as smooth as satin, and every lush curve of her body was as firm and attractive as when she was eighteen. She could give any female in New York a run for her money, and she knew it. And as far as settling down was concerned, hell, her instincts still cried for the kind of uninhibited fun she had enjoyed in her teens.
Give me a good-looking stud anytime, anyplace, she mused pleasantly, and I'm ready for action. Like that gorgeous hunk of meat in the bathroom, now that's just what I go for.
Ever since the dark-skinned, handsome youth had come to complete the plumbing work that his boss, old Mr. Rivera had to abandon because of a stroke, she had been casting an interested eye his way, and, she knew, the attractive youth was interested in her, too. Yet Vera balked slightly at giving herself to the boy immediately, as would have been true in the past. Things were different now, after all, she was engaged to be married to Rick, and she had promised herself she would behave, or, if she was going to carry on, she would have to do it out of town. The last thing in the world she wanted was for her marital plans to fall apart, not now, when she was almost thirty.
Besides, she loved Rick Peters. At least, loved him as much as she could love any man. He was handsome, solvent, and more than her match in the bedroom. In fact, the sleek female had set her sights on him almost immediately after she had met him in a local bar around the corner six months ago. He had even agreed to let her keep working, after the marriage, at least for a while, and that seemed to assure the languid woman that she would be free to have her kicks periodically in faraway places. She didn't particularly like the idea of his little girl being in the picture, and had secretly hoped that he wouldn't win custody of Margie.
What the hell do I want with kids? she murmured softly under her breath.
But, there was nothing she could do about it now. The kid was here, and if she wanted Rick she'd have to accept Margie as part of the package.
Ah, well, she. sighed as she rose from the bed, still holding her martini, that's life. You can't have everything. You give a little, you get a little. But for the evening, at any rate, she was free to do as she wished while Rick and his daughter got acquainted. Walking to the bathroom, the sultry airline stewardess peered inside in time to see Carlos just finishing his work.
"Ready for that drink, now, honey?"
"Sure," the muscular youth replied, letting his dark eyes wander shamelessly over the proudly jutting breasts of the flame-haired female. And that's not all I'd like, he thought to himself.
After washing up quickly, he followed Vera into the bedroom, unable to tear his eyes away from the appetizing curves of her ripely sensual form. Already his huge penis had begun to thicken with excitement in the tight crotch of his jeans, and he wondered just how far he could go with her. It seemed to the Puerto Rican plumber's assistant that she had been rather more friendly than most of his customers; yet he didn't want to make any advances unless he was absolutely sure. He didn't want to lose his job, after all. But this baby sure seemed hot to trot.
"Do you like martinis?" Vera asked as she moved towards him with the drink in her hand.
"Sure, I drink anything. You think I'm just another street kid, lady? That I drink only cheap Spanish wine and eat hot sausage?"
"Well, then, bottoms up," Vera murmured, handing him the drink.
They both sipped slowly, silently, each gazing at the other with more than routine interest.
"My friend Jaime and me," Carlos said, breaking the silence, "when we get enough bread together we go down to Miami, where the rich ladies are. We make a lot of money, yes?"
"Maybe," Vera replied mischievously, "if you know how to handle yourself."
"Don't worry, lady, I got all the right equipment and I know how to use it."
"That so?" she replied, moving away from him, sensuously swinging her hips with a rolling movement that kept the erotic youth's eyes riveted to her jiggling buttocks. "You should do all right then." Switching on the radio, the slightly tipsy redhead turned the dial until she found some rock music. "You like rock and roll?" she inquired.
"Yeah, a lot. My brother sings with a group. Latino-rock."
"How interesting." She lay back on the bed, feeling her brain begin to reel from the potent drink, and her body began to vibrate with faint tingles of passion. There was no use kidding herself, she wanted this boy, wanted him badly. He had the same arrogant cockiness she remembered from all those wild studs she hung out with years ago in Ohio. And he was built like a truck-driver, not an ounce of fat on that sleek, dark skin of his. All muscle, and all cock, too, she supposed. Just what she liked. The rock music, combined with the gin, was beginning to carry her away now, and she half decided if she was going to have to meet Rick's daughter the next day and start acting respectable.
"Why don't you relax, honey," she cooed to the youth, indicating for him to sit next to her on the bed.
Smiling like a cheshire cat, Carlos moved with animal grace and lay on the bed, only inches away from the ravishing female. Her sultry perfume filled his nostrils with a musky aroma, which, combined with the potent martini, made the already aroused youth grow more excited than ever. This chick was coming on to him, no question about it. Slowly he let his free hand travel down to the hotly pulsing mound of his genitals and cupped it over the denim wrapped hillock, squeezing it lewdly.
His erotic gesture was quickly noticed by the equally shameless redhead and she turned to him, her lips drawn back in an inviting smile. Dimly, in the back of her mind, Vera reproved herself for such promiscuous behavior. After all, wasn't it a big risk to give into her passionate drives now, especially with desire, quickly overruled this vague message from her conscience, and her alcohol-fogged brain cried out for one thing and one thing only; having this horny piece of Latin beefcake shove his thickly rigid cock right up into her wildly hungry pussy.
"You like the drink?" she purred warmly.
"Mucho, lady, mucho," he replied, still massaging his cock and balls through the taut material of his grease-stained jeans. "I like you, too."
"Yes?" Slowly Vera let her wetly pink tongue trace a sensuous circle around her parted red lips. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."
"Maybe better than you think . . : "
The atomosphere of smouldering passion hung heavy in the comfortable bedroom, and Vera and Carlos both took long sips of their drinks, each knowing full well what was coming. As if on cue, they set their drinks aside and turned to each other, their eyes locked, their bodies sizzling with drink-induced sensuality. In the next moment the lean youth emitted a low growl of animal passion and threw himself hungrily onto the voluptuous redhead's softly inviting form.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Vera mewled delightedly, as Carlos's muscular form sprawled obscenely on top of her and he began to cover her face, neck and shoulders with rough kisses, "Nice ... "
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her and returning his kisses with burning intensity. Within seconds all restraint was thrown to the winds and the promiscuous pair began writhing together on the wide bed in the throes of savage sensuality.
"Want to fuck you lady," Carlos moaned like a primitive, "fuck you real hard."
"Then take off your clothes, lover, and show me what you got in there," Vera cried eagerly.
Hastily, Carlos unbuckled his wide leather belt, shoved off his heavy work boots, and then slid his tight jeans and shorts down his muscular legs until he was totally naked. Vera did the same, untying her blouse, flinging it aside, and then wriggling quickly out of her hip-hugging denims until finally she too was completely unclothed. For a moment the two of them hungrily let their eyes travel over each other's body, like two fierce animals on the verge of a torrid fornication. Then, with no further preparations, they flung themselves together on the bed, rubbing their healthy bodies together, exploring each other with lewdly questing hands.
Carlos slid his warm palms feverishly over the silky smoothness of Vera's ravishing body, then smashed his eager lips down on hers, and their wetly heated tongues lanced and fenced lewdly together. Vera's hands ran expertly up and down his muscular back, teasing and exploring under his shoulder blades, down his sides, over the hard mounds of his ass-cheeks while Carlos pressed the full naked length of his tight young body against hers and ground his lust-inflamed pelvis against her passion-taut belly.
Oh Christ, Vera thought as she felt the enormous length of his hotly swollen cock rubbing insistently against her belly, this kid's got a prick like a cannon. Just the kind I like, big, hard and potent.
With bestial intensity, the Puerto Rican plumber's assistant began to suck and bite on Vera's warmly throbbing breasts, scarcely believing his good luck. His friend, Jaime, would shit in his pants when he told him how he got to fuck the living daylights out of this redhaired, green-eyed beauty. Every inch of his dark-skinned body was pulsing with lewd desire now, and he wanted to thrust his rigidly stiffened penis up into her pussy. Without warning he suddenly scrambled down so that he could wrap his eagerly questing mouth around the warm flesh of her cunt, hoping to lubricate it quickly and facilitate his entry. To his delight, however, he found, as he began to drive his long tongue in and around her soft vaginal flesh, that the svelte temptress was already moistly quivering with arousal.
"Unnnnnn," Vera moaned as Carlos gripped her hips with his hands and buried his face in her wetly pulsing cunt, "that feels so good, soooooo goooodd!"
Rick's fiancee was nearly out of her mind with desire now, and she felt she couldn't wait another minute to have him begin to screw the hell out of her.
"Oh, I want you to come into me now," she cried in heated long, "NOW!"
Quickly Carlos pulled away from her, ready to position himself over her hotly vibrating body but Vera unexpectedly turned over on her stomach, then propped herself on her knees and elbows, waggling her whitely shivering buttocks at the surprised youth.
"From behind, honey," she moaned, "slip it in from behind."
Shit, she wants me to fuck her like a dog, Carlos realized with triumphant excitement. Madre mio, this chick is dynamite.
Quickly he mounted her from behind, kneeling so that his massively erect cock was placed at the wetly puckering entrance to her pussy, directly beneath the crack of her buttocks and then, with a vicious lunge, he drove his stiffened penis all the way up into her moistly clasping cuntal sheath, sliding in up to the hilt and causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce against the back of her firmly fleshed thighs. Then, slowly he began to fuck her, stroking his eagerly pulsating penis in and out of her eagerly clutching cunt, each thrust making a wet, sluicing sound that drove them both wild.
The savage rock-and-roll music came pounding out from the radio speakers, wildly erotic guitars and brutal drumming that drove them both achingly on with an obscene insistency. Vera pumped back wantonly, her hotly quaking vaginal walls growing steadily more heated and moist, the tight flesh clasping hungrily at Carlos's thickly swollen rod as it plunged in and out of her cunt from behind.
"OHHHHHHH, YESSSSS!" Vera groaned in total abandon, unaware that, every detail of the lurid encounter was being witnessed eagerly by the innocent daughter of the man she was engaged to marry.
* * *
From her secret window perch, Rick's fifteen year old daughter watched in frozen shock as the young man drove into the redheaded woman from behind. She had had no idea that the scene she witnessed would turn out this way! She had only been curious! But when the pair had stripped n aked and began their torrid lovemaking, Margie was stunned into paralysis and could not tear her eyes away from the obscene coupling. It was the first time in her life that the adolescent blonde had witnessed two people having sex. Her mother had given her only a minimal education in such matters, and although she had heard stories about what went on between a man and a woman in the privacy of the bedroom she had never actually seen it in reality. She had dated a little, when her mother finally permitted it, but beyond a little heavy petting, sex was a total mystery to the innocent girl.
At first, she was repelled by what she saw, and she felt that she shouldn't be watching this private act. It was horrible, almost unbearable to see. And yet she was strangely fascinated as well, for there was something in the obscene debauchery that thrilled her somewhere deep inside, and it made her feel all tingly down there in her most private area. Again, she inwardly realized that New York City was certainly a far cry from Seattle, however as with everything else she had been exposed to thus far, she was both disgusted and intensely fascinated.
Had she known that the redheaded woman who was writhing so ecstatically before the jackhammer blows of her Latin lover was actually her own father's fiancee, doubtless the adolescent beauty would have been traumatized even further. But as far as Margie knew she was witnessing an anonymous act between two unknown people, an unreal movie that was taking place before her eyes. A faint film of sweat broke out on her forehead as she continued to gaze hypnotically down at the lurid scene taking place several floors below in the apartment across the courtyard.
It's awful, she whispered inwardly. How can two people behave like that.
Yet despite her sudden rude awakening to sexual matters, Margie was in the grip of hypnotic fascination. She was spellbound by the sight of the lean, muscular youth making love to the older, extremely beautiful woman. Someday, she knew, she would make love with a man, too. But it wouldn't be like that ... would it? Wasn't it supposed to be more romantic? She couldn't ever participate in something as vile and shameless as what she saw now. She was sure of it. Suddenly, however, as the bewildered, stunned blonde adolescent watched the lewd scene taking place before her eyes, she became conscious that the area between her thighs was ... was becoming wet! Little ripples of a strange warmth began to throb in her little vaginal mound, and her slender young body seemed to grow flushed and excited in unconscious response to the scene below.
What's happening to me, Rick's daughter wondered in confusion. Oddly troubled, oddly aroused, she could not tear her eyes away from the tempestuous fornication taking place in the apartment across the courtyard. Deep inside she wished they had closed the drape or pulled a shade down so she couldn't have watched for she was so enthralled by the brutal savagery of what she saw, finding herself strangely awakened by it, that she could only stare helplessly, her eyes riveted to the lurid spectacle. Her breath began to come faster and faster, and her soft hands reached down unconsciously until they came to rest on the blonde youngster's heatedly pounding vaginal mound, and then began to rub that private area, carried away by an inexorable yearning deep in her unconscious.
"Oooohhhhh ... " she murmured softly as little burst of heat began to radiate to every part of her lithe little body, "ooohh ... "
* * *
Meanwhile, unaware that they were being observed, Carlos and Vera gave themselves completely to the tidal wave of debauched sensuality that throbbed throughout their wildly writhing bodies. Vera thrilled to feel the hard-driving youth's muscular body pounding and boring into her from behind, pushing her to excruciating heights of pleasure as her loins churned with blazing passion.
"OH CHRIST, YESSSSSSSS!" she hissed through clenched teeth, "FUCK ME GOOOOOOOD!"
Carlos groaned in ecstasy as the combined pressure in his bloated balls and rampaging cock became overpoweringly urgent. He flexed his pelvis with animalistic brutality and gripped her softly pliant hips with his hands, driving his massively pulsating cock into her palpitatingly hot cavern with body jolting fury. The fiercely aroused redhead returned his hard strokes thrust for thrust, driving her rounded buttocks back against him to meet his lunges with a frantic, instinctive rhythm.
"GGRRRNNNN!" she wailed, carried away by the bestial force of the copulation. It was hurting her now, hurting her with the kind of deliciously pleasurable torture she loved. This is what she craved, indeed had always craved since early adolescence; wild, crazy sex. She couldn't get enough, it seemed, of this scintillating excitement, and she thanked her lucky stars that fate had sent her this mean-fucking Puerto Rican boy to screw her mercilessly with his enormously powerful cock. Her cunt was drenched with hot moisture now, and it throbbed incessantly as he rhythmically slammed into her like a super-charged machine, battering the sensitive wall of her nearly raw cervix.
"Unnngggghhh ... UUUNNN!" Carlos moaned, his excitement steaming. The sex-driven youth began to redouble his pounding strokes as his hotly tightened balls swelled with sperm and slapped lewdly against the back of Vera's wantonly quivering thighs. His lust-thickened cock began to shudder wildly as his moment of orgasm grew closer and closer with dizzying intensity. His eyes glazed with raw passion and his entire dark-skinned body ached with roaring pleasure. In the next minute he was there! His sweat-drenched, muscular frame jerked spasmodically as he roughly jetted his thickly scalding semen into her rapidly pumping loins. Wave after wave of white hot cum spurted from his massively jerking cock and traveled like a rushing torrent up into Vera's eagerly sucking cunt.
Vera's orgasm was not far behind, and, as she felt the hot jets of Carlos's male seed rolling into her, a soft explosion of redoubled excitement shuddered through her wildly contracting vaginal walls. In the next moment her entire frame was shaken with savage rumbles of release as her own heated climax began to sizzle in her sex-ravaged cunt. She was gushing with pungent juices that boiled out of her sopping cavern and mixed with Carlos's steaming sperm, sluicing down her inner thighs, so that their eagerly grinding bodies were obscenely wet with cum.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she cried in utter pleasure, "I'M CUMMMINNGG ... CUMMMMING!"
At the same time, Margie, still staring as if transfixed from the window several floors above across the courtyard, was responding to their torrid orgasm, as if she had been able to share the intensity of their passion merely by watching. Her thighs were nearly drenched with moisture as her hands rubbed feverishly over her vaginal mound, driven on by the tantalizing sight of what she witnessed. The fifteen year old adolescent had lost all conscious control of her activity, and was moaning softly as delicious tremors of self-induced orgasm rippled through her lithe young frame.
"M m m m ... oh ... oh . . : " she sighed, hardly- realizing what was happening to her as her hands massaged her wet cuntal area.
In Vera's apartment, however, the force of release had finally begun to diminish, and Carlos sprawled onto the bed, softly massaging his drained and softening rod. Moments later the flame-haired temptress lay beside him, her fingers entwined in the youth's curly black hair.
"Not bad, lover, not bad," she sighed languorously. In the next moment, however, her eyes widened in terror. "The window! Christ, I forgot to close the drape!"
Hurriedly she rose from the bed, slipped on a robe and then yanked the window curtain closed with a jerk.
"That was stupid of me," she said.
"Nobody can see in here, lady," Carlos offered lazily.
"Maybe, maybe not," she replied. "But T can't afford to take chances."
"Don't worry, lady. This is New York."
"New York ... it sure is, lover, it sure is."
Her concern about the open window now abated, Vera returned to the bed, and smiling lewdly, she bent down over Carlos's limp penis, took it into her mouth and began to suck it into renewed hardness, while the Puerto Rican youth lay back in utter contentment, hardly able to wait to tell his friend Jaime about this wild nigh t.
In Rick's apartment, however, Margie still sat in the window, shocked back into reality by the sudden closing of the drapes. The forceful spell of the sex act she had witnessed was broken now, and she couldn't believe she had let herself watch the entire thing, or that her body had responded in such a manner. A wave of shame and confusion crashed over her as she wearily slid down from the window and walked slowly over to her bed. Something had happened to her, something she couldn't explain or understand, something the youthful blonde knew deep inside was shameful, sinful. It had all been like a dream, yet the wetness on her thighs gave obscene witness that it had been real. Horribly real. She went over to her bedside table and pulled out several sheets of Kleenex and thoroughly wiped herself dry. Feeling somewhat comforted, she quietly climbed into bed and settled back.
All of a sudden there was a knock on her bedroom door, and Rick's young daughter held her breath, her heart beating like a drum in her chest.
"Margie? Margie?" her father called. "Are you okay? I thought I heard some noises."
"I'm ... fine Daddy ...`everything's fine..."
"Okay, honey, just checking. Sleep well."
"I . . : I will Daddy ... you, too."
There was silence again. Margie lay back against the soft pillow and pulled the single sheet up tight around her neck. Her heart was still pounding wildly, and once more her forehead was damp with sweat. Something had happened to her, she knew instinctively, something awful, yet wonderful, too. The blonde fifteen year old was confused, confused as she had never been in her life, and it was only after a long while that she was finally able to fall into a tense and restless sleep.
Chapter 4
"Well, I think we've done a heck of a good job," Rick said as he and Margie finished setting the dining-table at six the following evening. They had spent the afternoon doing some sight-seeing, then shopped for an elaborate meal for that night when the young blonde adolescent would meet Rick's fiancee. Now the roast was in the oven, the potatoes were on and the living room had been transformed into a dining nook, with plates, silver and glasses gleaming on a blue tablecloth.
"I think we have, too," his pretty young daughter said brightly. "I only hope Miss Walton likes it ... "
"Oh, I'm sure she will. And by the way, honey, I think you can probably call her Vera. I think she'd prefer it that way. Listen, I'm going to check the roast. You relax for a while, you've been cooking all afternoon."
"I think I'll change before she get's here," Margie said, heading towards her bedroom.
"Fine," her father replied, going into the kitchen.
The slender young blonde girl closed the bedroom door behind her and pulled the rust-colored jersey she was wearing up over her arms, and, wearing a lace white brassiere and white jeans, she went to her closet, opened it, and tried to decide what to put on for her meeting with her father's "friend". The day had been so active, with a ride on the Staten Island ferry and a visit to the United Nations Building, plus all the shopping and cooking that Margie hardly had time to ponder the shattering incident of the night before when she had witnessed a couple actually making love nakedly in an apartment across the courtyard. All night the innocent girl had had strange and threatening dreams and when she awoke, she had a fearfully gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach. But she had had such fun with her father all day that she had all but forgotten the incident, and now was totally absorbed in her imminent meeting with Vera Walton.
I wonder what she'll look like, Rick's daughter mused as she selected a blouse and skirt ensemble from the closet. Although she was still apprehensive about the meeting, she was also curious to see what kind of a woman her father would date, and to compare her With her mother, Rick's ex-wife. I sure hope she isn't nasty like mother was. Always complaining and worried about what people thought.
There was no doubt that her father lived up to all her expectations. To his adolescent daughter, he had been completely charming all day as he squired her around Manhattan, joking and talking. She even realized, with a titillating kind of pride, that when they sat together having soda's at Nathan's that people could almost mistake them for brother and sister. Her father was so handsome and young looking. The fifteen year old daughter even imagined that if she wore a little more makeup and wore her hair up she might even be taken as his wife! But, of course, that was silly and she giggled as she wiggled out of her white jeans and slipped on the pumpkin colored blouse that tied behind her back and fitted so that the supple material cupped enticingly around the pear-shaped curves of her young breasts. Then she stepped into her pale cream-colored pleated skirt and pulled it up, hooked it close around her waist, and smoothed the hem that fell a few inches above her knees. After stepping into black ballet-type slippers she stepped back to look at herself in the mirror.
Maybe I should put a little more lipstick and eye shadow on, she thought as she gazed at her reflection. After all, I'm almost sixteen now, I'm sure not a baby anymore.
Suddenly, like a voice from within, she heard herself saying, "Not after last night, you're not..."
For a moment the adolescent daughter was jolted at what she heard coming out of her own mouth. And in the next instant she painfully recalled all that~she had seen and done the night before, especially her damp thighs she had wiped dry. An unaccountable feeling of dizziness came over her, and she had to sit down momentarily on the bed until it passed.
"I'm being ridiculous," she said aloud as she regained her senses again. She rose determinedly from the bed and went to the small vanity table near the bureau. "I don't want to even think about last night anymore." She sat down at the wicker stool, reached behind the back of her head and undid the clasp holding her ponytail in place. The golden luxuriant strands of hair fell softly around the pretty fifteen year old's face, framing her almost angelically. She began brushing her hair over and over, bringing it to a lustrous sheen, then, leaning forward, she began to apply a little more makeup, first tinting her softly rounded lips a darker red and accenting the black eye-liner so that Rick's daughter felt she looked a bit more grown up.
As she put on the last finishing touches, she heard the doorbell ring and knew her father's girlfriend had arrived. A slight shiver of coldness passed through her body, and Margie again felt apprehensive about meeting the mysterious woman. She heard her father greeting Vera and then calling to his daughter:
"Hey Margie, come on out. Vera's here."
Determinedly masking her nervousness with a bright smile, the blonde adolescent got up and went out the door to the living room.
Vera was standing just inside the door, looking ravishingly attractive in a tight black crepe sheath, her scarlet hair coiled atop her head in a fashionable style, her green eyes sharply accented with emerald green shadow. Pearls adorned her ears and a rope of pearls hung down from her neck, just reaching to the discreet but ample cleavage of her low-cut dress. When Rick's daughter saw her for the first time she immediately recognized her as the shameless hussy she had seen giving herself like a whore to a dark-skinned youth, and a jolt of shock tore through her lithe young frame like a thousand volts of electricity.
Oh no! her mind screamed inwardly with dizzying speed, It can't be! It can't be the same woman!
She felt herself growing dizzy again suddenly and swayed slightly on her feet.
"Honey, what's wrong," her father asked, seeing his daughter falling forward moments after entering the room. He ran toward her and took her arm, steadying her.
"I'm ... I'm all right," his daughter replied, regaining her composure. "I guess I must have gotten up too quickly, I was a little dizzy, that's all. "
The shaken girl had no way of telling her father why she had responded like that on seeing Vera. And maybe she was mistaken, perhaps it wasn't the same woman. Some instinctive sense of survival activated quickly, and the fifteen year old girl once more became bright and cheerful, smiling as if nothing in the world was wrong.
"I'm sorry, Miss Walton," she said, "for being so stupid just now."
"Oh, don't give it another thought," the modish redhead replied warmly. "And please call me Vera. I'd like us to be good friends. You know I've wanted to meet your for so long. Rick never stops talking about you."
"I've wanted to meet you, too," the blonde girl replied, tensing somewhat as Vera took her hand and pressed it affectionately.
"Why don't you two get acquainted while I get dinner finished," Rick suggested, heading again towards the kitchen.
"Oh, Rick," his svelte fiancee said, "it's not right for you to have to do that .with two women here ... "
"I insist. After all, isn't this the city where Women's Liberation got started."
"Okay, have it your way. But watch you don't burn the potatoes."
Rick laughed heartily, and winked at Margie.
"Isn't she something, baby? I told you you'd like her."
His blonde daughter tried to smile in agreement as her father went into the kitchen, but in actual fact she felt more like screaming. She didn't like Vera. And she was positive now that she was the same woman she had watched from her window. Expertly she masked her thoughts with a look of calm and detachment.
"Come sit by me here on the sofa," Vera said, taking her arm and leading her to the low slung couch. They sat down next to each other, althought the disturbed adolescent made sure she put a few inches between herself and the red-haired woman she distrusted now so intensely. "What's it like being in New York? It must be awful after what you've been used to."
"Oh, I find I like it," Margie answered in measured tones. "It's the biggest city in the country you know, so I'm very lucky to be able to live here. And I'm glad to be with my father again."
"I can imagine. He's a fine man, I think." Vera was disturbed by the girl's attitude. There was a certain coldness directed towards her, and she didn't understand it. It was almost as if the girl was being deliberately rude to her. But that was foolish, of course, what reason would she have? "Do ... do you miss your friends ... or your home?"
"No."
There was a long uncomfortable silence in the room, broken finally when Rick returned bearing a dish of mashed potatoes.
"It's all set. How are you two getting along, anyway?"
"Oh, grand," Vera said cheerily, getting to her feet. "She's a darling, Rick. We're going to get along like sisters!"
"Vera, get the soda and wine from the kitchen, would you? And Margie, you light the candles."
"Sure Daddy," his daughter replied, a strange smile on her face.
"I must say everything looks beautiful," Vera exclaimed from the kitchen. "Mnnnnnnn that roast looks scrumptious!"
Slowly Margie lit a match and put a flame to the two candles on the dining table.
* * *
Somewhat later, after the dinner had been finished, and, dishes were cleared, all three sat around the table sipping coffee.
"Ah, that was delicious," Vera sighed as she lit a long, pastel cigarette. "Let me congratulate the both of you on a wonderful meal."
"Our pleasure," Rick replied, smiling warmly at both women. As far as he was concerned the introductory dinner had been a big success all around. The girls seemed to get along, and all in all things were fine. To his daughter, however, it was an entirely different matter. It had been only with the greatest effort that she had been able to be civil to the confident-looking woman. She hated the way she always kept smiling in that phoney way, and saying how chummy they were. The blonde adolescent sensed that the older woman was keeping up a front for Rick's sake, practically caressing him every time he came near, and fawning on him. And meantime she was actually sleeping with other men. The concerned young daughter was sure his father didn't know what went on in Vera's bedroom. If he did he wouldn't want to see her ever again, she was sure of it. Not if he knew that she was no better than a ... a whore! How could he have let himself fall for a woman like that?
"Rick I just want to use the ladies room," Vera said, rising from the table. "Be back in a minute."
After the tall redhead had left the room, Rick turned to his young daughter.
"Isn't she a knockout, honey? Nothing like your mother, is she?"
"No ... no she isn't."
"I'm glad you think so, Margie ... because ... there's something I want to tell you." The fifteen year old adolescent felt her heart begin to pound in her chest in anticipation of what he was going to say. "I've ... I've asked Miss Walton to marry me. I didn't want to tell you until after you'd met her and I was sure you'd get along. But now that I know you do I wanted you to be the first to know."
Margie wanted to cry out blindly in protest, to fall to her knees and beg him not to see her anymore, and certainly not to marry her. But she couldn't. How could she find the words to tell him what she had seen? It was impossible. He'd never believe her.
"When ... when do you want to marry her," she asked softly, gulping back tears of anguish.
"Oh, in a few months maybe. We. haven't set the date."
"That's nice Daddy ... I ... " Suddenly tears began to burst out of her eyes, and the little blonde girl's shoulders shook with sobs.
"Honey, honey what's wrong?" Her father asked, anxiously taking her in his arms.
"Nothing ... nothing," Margie moaned, trying desperately to control herself. Oh, it was terrible now, awful! Why did it have to turn out like this? "I'm just tired, that's all ... "
"No, I think I understand, baby. I shouldn't have sprung the marriage thing on you so soon. I'm sorry, I just couldn't keep from telling you."
"Say, what's wrong?" Vera queried, returning to the room.
"Oh, Margie's a little tired, that's all. Right honey?"
"Yes," his daughter replied, sitting up bravely in the chair. "I'm fine."
"Oh, you've been through a lot these last few days," the redheaded fiancee said, "It's amazing how you've done it. If it was me I'd probably have been taken away in a straight jacket by now."
"Hey, how about a little Benedictine all around?" Rick suggested. "It's great for the digestion, and a touch couldn't hurt, honey," he said to his daughter, warmly squeezing her arm, "to relax you. I'll get it."
"Sounds perfect, Rick," Vera said, settling down at the table again.
After Margie's father left the room, there was once again a long, awkward silence while the blonde adolescent stared directly, almost icily at the shrewd female. At first Vera kept smiling sweetly at the girl, but, sensing the depth of the blonde's dislike of her, she shifted her attention and lit another cigarette.
"Thank you for picking out the posters in my room," Margie said, somewhat pointedly.
"Glad you like them," Rick's fiancee replied, her tone somewhat cautious. "Are you comfortable in the room?"
"Oh yes. Very. Particularly by the window."
"Oh, then you like that easy chair? I'm glad, Rick and I picked it out specially." The redhead felt a little more relieved, as Margie seemed a bit more animated now.
"Yes it's very nice. I can just sit there and see everything ... and sometimes, if I lean way over ... I can see your apartment ... "
"Really?" Vera said, surprised. "I didn't realize ... well then, we really are neighbors ... " Suddenly she stopped mid-sentence, and a shudder of realization flashed through the voluptuous woman's brain. Did she ... did she see what happened yesterday? Immediately she recalled the fact that the drape had been left open all during her galvanic coupling with Carlos. If what Maggie was saying was true, then she would have been able to witness the entire act! "Have you been ... watching my apartment already?"
"Oh yes ... but I didn't know it was yours. Until tonight. I recognized you."
"You recognized me, did you?"
"Yes. Right away."
"Look ... Margie dear ... "
"You'll never marry my father," the blonde adolescent hissed suddenly. "Never."
There was a tense silence while Vera took a long puff on her cigarette. Finally she replied, gazing directly into the slender young daughter's narrowed eyes.
"That's what you think, darling."
Chapter 5
The next morning Vera called her prospective husband at his gas station, ostensibly to thank him again for the dinner the night before.
"I like Margie so much," she cooed into the phone, "Oh, Rick you must be so happy to have her with you."
"I really am, Vera. It's been worth the wait."
"How's she feeling this morning? I was kind of concerned about her last night when she got dizzy."
"Oh she seemed all right this morning. She was talking away a mile a minute, asking me all kinds of questions about you."
"What kind of questions? ... "
"Oh ... you know ... about your job ... how long we'd known each other ... that kind of thing ... "
"Rick, tell me honestly ... do you think she likes me?"
"Sure she likes you. She's crazy about you."
"Well, darling, you know last night she seemed a little cool to me now and then ... maybe she's not ready for another woman in her life again after Loren. I'm a little scared about that, you know."
"Look, as far as I'm concerned she was just a little tired last night, that's all. I'm sure everything's going to be fine ... she just needs a little time, that's all."
"I hope you're right. You know this is a tough place for a kid like Margie to live in."
"Well, but it won't be for long. In a few months I'll have enough together for a house ... "
"Oh, maybe you're right, maybe I'm worrying too much. But you know, darling, maybe you really ought to think about sending her away to school. There're some lovely places in Vermont, where she could finish her high school credits ... and then, when you did get a house ... "
"Vera, I can't send her away. Not after waiting all this time to see her again. And I don't think she'd want it either. I appreciate your concern, but ... "
A loud, insistent beeping from a newly-arrived Chevrolet distracted the handsome garage-owner from his conversation. "Be out in a second!" he called through the door. "Vera, I've got to hang up, got a customer."
"All right, but call me back, darling, as soon as you can. I'd really like to discuss this a little more..."
"I'll try. Take care."
The svelte redhead heard her fiancee hang up, and slowly she replaced the telephone receiver in its cradle. Then, leaning back against the wide couch in the sunny living room of her Washington Heights apartment, she began slowly filing her long fingernails with an emery board. Although her outward appearance appeared calm and poised, inwardly the chic redhead's mind was restless with anxiety. She was scared, scared in a way that was totally new for her. Everything she had worked for, hoped for, in the last few months threatened now to collapse around her like a pack of cards and all because of an oversight, an oversight that allowed her fiance's jealous fifteen year old daughter to see every detail of the voluptuous airline stewardess's torrid affair with Carlos. It was apparent that Margie had no intention of letting her father go through with the marriage. So far, Vera knew, the kid hadn't spilled the beans yet. She was holding it over her head like a sword.
Well I don't give up without a fight, Vera thought, because I'm not about to let go of Rick Peters. Not now.
There were few enough men around like the curly-haired garage-owner, few enough that the statuesque female was determined to take whatever steps were necessary to hold on to him. It was one thing to have a fast fuck with some half-witted neighborhood stud, or take off to the Bahamas with a drunken executive, but for security, for something to hang on to* when her looks faded, she needed a man like Rick. Someone solid and understanding. No, she wasn't about to go cruising for another man now, not when she was almost thirty.
The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Allo? Miss Walton? It's Carlos... "
Damn! she thought, what does he want?
"Yes?"
"I left some tools at your place. Thought maybe I could drop by and pick them up? Maybe tonight?"
Christ, he's angling for a fast screw, the annoyed redhead realized. What a damn nerve!
Yet in the next moment, a germ of an idea took root in her brain, and she found herself suddenly changing her tone with the eager young Puerto-Rican.
"Well, that might be very nice now, Carlos ... say about six or seven?"
"I'll be there, lady ... "
"I'll be waiting ... it'll be nice to see you ... and ... and there's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Yeah? What?"
"Oh, it'll keep 'til tonight, darling. See you then."
Smiling delightedly, the svelte airline stewardess hung up the phone and, humming happily, she went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
* * *
About ten o'clock that night, Carlos Sanchez raced excitedly through the litter-strewn streets near Amsterdam Avenue and ran down the steps into the service entrance of a dilapidated old apartment building. The building, built decades ago as an expensive upper-class complex had now fallen into decay and disrepair, housing mostly junkies, welfare families and the elderly. The muscular youth ran through a basement maze of corridors and storage rooms until he came to a door with a hand-painted sign reading Viva Chicano, rock group rehearsal studio. He was about to go in, when, hearing noises, he paused and peered in through a peephole in the door.
Inside, in a corner of the dimly lit, nearly-empty basement room, on the wide mattress spread on the floor, a well-built young Puerto Rican with a halo of dark, fuzzy hair and a voluptuous young girl with long black hair and flashing eyes pressed their starkly naked bodies together in the midst of a frenzied fuck. Carlos could hear high-pitched moans of animal pleasure as the hotly aroused pair bucked their healthy young bodies together in savage excitement.
Fuck her good Jaime, Carlos murmured as he strained eagerly to see every detail of the feverish coupling, but hurry up man, cause I got big news!
Inside the sparsely furnished rehearsal room, the tightly built youth called Jaime drove fiercely into the drenched and violently contracting vaginal flesh of his heatedly writhing female partner, who lay beneath him lost in a torrent of sensuality, thrashing her head from side to side and gripping tightly with her hands on her dark-skinned lover's muscular shoulders.
"AAAAAAIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed in ecstasy, "I'M CUMMMINNNG, CCCCCUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!"
Peering in at the, door, Carlos felt his own huge cock begin to throb into hard erection as he watched his friend reaching his climax as he fucked the black-haired girl. He was half tempted to jerk himself off for release, but he held back, even though he knew hardly anybody came through these basement halls. Instead he merely rubbed his genitals slowly through his tight jeans and continued to watch and listen as the obscenely writhing pair completed their explosive climax. Finally it was over, and as the exhausted couple lay back on the mattress, the young plumber's assistant burst into the room.
"Jaime!"
"Hey Carlos," Jaime called lazily, "what's happenin' man."
"Plenty, man, plenty. Somethin' big."
"You kidding, or what?" the fuzzy haired youth asked, sitting up, intrigued.
"No, I got a chance for us to make bread, big bread ... "
"Well, muchacho, lay it on me."
Carlos narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the girl, who was only vaguely listening to their conversation, preferring to indulge herself in the lazy afterglow of orgasm. "Not with the chick here," he murmured.
"Eh, Maria, vamoose!" Jaime commanded. Meekly, the short, voluptuously built girl gathered up her clothes, dressed and finally left.
"Okay, amigo, what is it?" the lean youth asked as he slipped into a pair of tight-fitting, black cotton chino's.
"You know that Walton chick I tol' you about?" Carlos asked sitting on a wooden crate near some sound equipment and amplifiers.
"Yeah, the wild one with the red hair, right?"
Jaime picked up a tightly rolled marijuana cigarette and lit it, passing the potent stick back and forth as his friend continued his story.
"Yeah. Well, I call her up today and say, how about you and me makin' it again, baby ... and she says sure, man, come on over ... "
"Out of sight!"
"Yeah." Carlos paused briefly to take a long deep puff of grass. "Yeah ... so ... so anyway I get there at six, right? And she's practically naked, man, with this real skimpy nightgown on, and scotch all poured!"
"Shit man!"
"No kidding, amigo! Next thing I know we in the bed, and fuckin' like crazy. Musta cum about five times, man!"
"Shit!"
"Yeah, yeah. And that ain't the big thing. After it's over she gets all sweet and asks me if I want to earn some big money ... enough to get me to Miami! Miami, man!"
"Christ!"
"She want somebody to play a trick on some girl lives around the corner from her. Somebody to scare her a little like ... "
"What are you talkin' about?"
"This red-haired chick says to me, `Listen good looking you think you got the guts to kidnap a little girl and just keep her away from her apartment for about five hours ... ' and I said, `Maybe, but I gotta have help.' I said, `How about layin' some bread on my friend Jaime, we do it together ... ' "
"Hey listen, stupido, kidnappin' ain't like dealin' grass or robbin' some store, man! You can get the chair for kidnappin'."
"Fuck that, Jaime ... we just tell the cops it was a joke man, if we get caught ... but we ain't gonna get caught, cause we're gonna be on a plane to Miami, man. She gonna give us a thousand bucks, man. One thousand bucks."
Jaime whistled under his breath, impressed at the size of the figure.
"That lady must have some real big gripe against that kid. A thousand bucks? In advance?"
"Half in advance, half the next morning. Listen, Jaime, it's foolproof, foolproof man! We'll be out of town before the cops can trace us. All we gotta do is bring the kid down here for a few hours! Nobody'll find us down here! In the morning we're flying first class to Miami ... we get ourselves new clothes man, and then we fuck them rich bitches and make a bundle."
Jaime leaned back on the mattress, taking a deep drag of grass, and holding it in a long time.
"A thousand bucks, huh? ... "
"Yeah. Listen, Jaime, it's our big chance. Otherwise we gonna end up just two more Puerto Rican deadbeats stealin' cake from the A and P. This is our chance man, our big chance. We gotta take it."
"Maybe you're right, amigo, maybe you're right."
"Then you'll do it, man?"
A slow smile spread across the darkly-handsome, fuzzy-haired youth's face as lie turned to his intense friend.
"Yeah ... yeah, why not."
"Stupendo, man, stupendo," Carlos cried jubilantly. "I can feel that Florida sunshine already!"
"You know something man," Jaime said, laughing softly, "you're loco ... real loco ... "
* * *
"Yes, Carlos I'm very pleased," Vera said to the handsome youth sitting across from her in the living room at eleven that night. Beside him, smiling slyly, Jaime sprawled sensuously, never dropping his gaze from the green-eyed beauty as she spoke. "I'll have five hundred for you in the morning, the rest when you've done the job."
"Tell me, lady," Jaime said, speaking for the first time. "Why you want us to do this, huh? What you got against the girl?"
"Oh, it's just a kind of prank ... I want to teach the girl a lesson, that's all ... "
"You pay good for your pranks," he replied knowingly.
Vera eyed him sharply. He's a smug son of a bitch, she thought, and he knows damn well I'm up to something more than a joke. "I'm afraid, good looking, that part of the bargain involves not asking too many questions."
"My lips are sealed, lady ... just a little curious, that's all."
"Then it's settled," she said, leaning back relaxedly. She watched as Carlos and Jaime exchanged congratulatory looks. The scheming redhead found herself somewhat attracted to Jaime, as well as to Carlos. He was a little older, and meaner looking, with a swarthy body, and muscular, like his friend. Sensing that she was thinking about him, he turned and gazed directly into her calm green eyes, then reached down with his hand and gently placed it on his large genital mound in the crotch of his tight trousers.
"Just remember, boys," she said, glancing down to Jaime's massaging hand, "I don't want you to play around with the girl. Just scare her a little. No fucking."
The two Puerto Rican youths laughed aloud at her brazen language.
"Comprendo, lady," Jaime said. "No fuck the little girl. But tell me ... does that go for you, too?"
Vera laughed softly, but kept her eyes locked with the fuzzy-haired, arrogant youth.
"Well," she replied slowly, "it is late, and I'd hate to send the both of you home without a goodnight kiss ... "
And this time I'll make sure the drape is closed, she reminded herself as she began to unfasten the front of her robe.
Chapter 6
The following day, around four-thirty in the afternoon, Vera Walton walked up Riverside Drive on her way to her fiance's gas station. It had been a blisteringly hot day, and the stunning redhead was dressed in a cool, nylon, form-fitting blouse, and extremely tight denim miniskirt that concealed little of the shapely contours of her legs and thighs. As usual, she was the object of considerable male attention as she walked in a provocative, hip-swinging manner that was second nature to the assured female.
Yet she was hardly conscious of the attention of passersby, for her mind was spinning with plans. The scheme she had set in motion the day before, with Carlos and Jaime, was to be a reality that night, but as the statuesque redhead strolled up the tree-lined street she now debated the wisdom of her decision.
She had become convinced, on the night that she met Margie, that the blonde adolescent was going to have to be gotten out of the picture, at least for a while, if Vera was going to marry Rick. The svelte redhead knew that his daughter was dead-set against the union, especially after having witnessed her frenzied copulation with Carlos through the uncovered window. There was no question in her mind but that the girl had to be removed temporarily, until the marriage could be consumated, and before she could spill the beans to the unsuspecting garage-owner about the promiscuous nature of his prospective bride. At first Vera had tried suggesting to Rick that he send Margie away to school, that life in the city was too dangerous for such a sensitive, vulnerable girl. But Rick was having none of it. He wanted his daughter with him, and his offspring wanted the same. So, other steps had to be taken. Fast.
To the provocatively dressed redhead, it would be simple enough: Carlos and Jaime would spirit Margie away for a few hours that night, before Rick got home from work, then release her. Vera was sure that her fiance would then see that he had no choice but to send his young daughter away from the city, to school in Vermont perhaps, and avoid similar situations in the future. Once the girl was out of the way, Vera hoped to press the marriage into reality. After that was done, she didn't care what Rick found out about her. If he wanted a divorce, fine, but she'd make sure she got every dime of alimony she could squeeze out of the solvent gas-station owner. Then, if she didn't have a husband, at least she could have security.
There was a chance, though, that the whole thing could backfire. That's what caused the second-thoughts. Suppose Carlos and Jaime were caught and spilled everything 'to the cops? Suppose they decided to run off with the five hundred dollars she had given them an hour earlier and not bother with the scheme at all? The normally poised female felt a tremor of anxiety flash through her ravishingly sculpted body as she pondered the potential hazards of her hastily-conceived plan. However, it was already set in motion, and all she could do was hope and pray it worked out the way she wanted.
A thousand goddamn bucks for this little caper, she mused as she turned the corner. It sure as hell better pay off.
A few moments later, she walked onto the paved concrete of Rick's station and headed toward the office to see her handsome fiance.
"Vera! Hi!" Rick exclaimed as he glanced up from his desk in surprise, seeing his voluptuous girlfriend standing in the doorway, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd pay a visit." She moved inside the small office, undulating her softly rounded hips enticingly and sat on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs and exposing the slim whitness of her shapely gams to Rick's interested gaze. "You know, now that Margie's here, I haven't had a minute alone with you."
"Feeling a little left out?" the curly-haired mechanic grinned.
"Mnnnnn ... a little. It's not easy for me to keep acting like the prim and reserved girlfriend, you know. You affect me kind of strongly, you know, darling. And I get awfully horny when I can't have you all to myself."
Her fiance laughed warmly, pleased and flattered by her remarks, and reached out and began to stroke her exposed legs.
"Well," he replied, with a sly look in his eyes, "Maybe I can get some free time tomorrow and pay you a visit. I've got a housekeeper coming in all day to keep Margie company until I get back from work."
Vera felt her heart begin to pound as he said this.
"Is ... is she there today?" she inquired, trying to appear calm.
"No, not today. Couldn't get her to start until tomorrow. Margie was dead-set against it, said it was like having a babysitter, but I convinced her to try it for awhile until she gets used to the city. I don't want her going out alone."
"Well, I think that's wise. This city is no place for a kid like Margie. I still think she'd be better off in a private school in the country."
"You could be right, but I want to wait awhile before I try anything like that. And Margie wouldn't hear of it anyway. She's so excited to be here."
"I imagine so ... then, Margie's alone at the house?"
"Yeah, she said she wanted to just watch TV and relax. Absolutely insisted she'd be all right by herself."
"Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine in the apartment. What could happen, after all." The scheming airline stewardess sighed as Rick continued to stroke the naked flesh of her legs. "Oh, that feels nice Rick ... sooo niiice ... it's been too long, darling ... since we've ... "
"Yeah, don't think I know that," the brown-haired fiance said, noting that his amply endowed penis had begun to stiffen tightly in the crotch of his work pants as he slid his palms over the smooth flesh of her legs. "If I didn't have to close up the station and get home I'd half feel like ... "
"Can't you take an extra five minutes, darling? It would be so nice ... "
"Hell, I'd love too ... but where?"
"How about right here in the station?"
"Here?" Rick laughed. "You're kidding."
"Not at all." She took hold of Rick's hand and slid it up between her legs, between her thighs, until his fingers touched the naked flesh of her vagina.
Christ, Rick thought as he realized she wore no panties, she's dynamite! Nobody turned him on like Vera. It seemed to him that, without being vulgar or promiscuous, Vera had a way of exciting him and arousing his animal passions that drove him absolutely wild. He considered himself damn lucky to find a woman who managed to combine sensual allure with outward sophistication, something his former wife failed at completely. It had been a long time since they had made love, and as his redheaded fiancee pressed his fingers obscenely against the nakedly exposed flesh of her vaginal split, the handsome man yearned to be able to fuck her, fuck her from now to kingdom come! It wouldn't hurt, he thought, to close up and take a few minutes before going home. Just time enough to have a quick fuck with his tempestuous girlfriend. Why not?
"Let me just close up the station," he murmured softly. "I think Margie can wait a couple of extra minutes."
"Lovely," the languid redhead replied seductively, "because I don't think I can wait one second more ... "
* * *
Meanwhile, curled up on the living room sofa in her apartment several blocks away from the station, Margie sat contentedly watching a re-run of I Love Lucy on color TV. She had prepared a casserole for her and her father to eat that night, and was happily awaiting his return from work. It had been fun to sit around the apartment all day, watching television. She could get almost twelve different channels here, and there were movies and quiz shows all day long. In Seattle, she was lucky to be able to get two or three shows all day worth watching, but here she had the pick of dozens of things.
Imagine watching an old Bette Davis movie at nine o'clock in the morning, she thought. I just love it.
She didn't like the idea of a housekeeper coming to stay with her during the day, but had acceded to it because her father insisted. But it had been so much fun all alone that day, that she was half-tempted to try and talk him out of it when he came home. She had also decided, that she would tell him about Vera, too, and what she had discovered about her.
Instinctively the fifteen year old blonde girl felt that the sultry older woman was fooling her father, and was desperate to marry him. She was no better than a prostitute, after all, the way she had reveled so shamelessly with the Puerto Rican boy. Margie still shuddered in revulsion every time she thought about what she had seen that night by accident. It was almost as if providence had forced her to witness the obscene act so that she could protect her father, and warn him about the mistake he was making in marrying Vera Walton.
I won't let my father make another mistake like he did with Mother, she thought. He doesn't realize what Vera is really like, just like with Mother... I've got to warn him before it's too late.
Yes, tonight was the night to tell him what she knew, and she grew restless, glancing at the clock on the shelf, waiting for him to come home. It's almost five o'clock now, she realized. He'll be home soon ... soon.
She got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to again check the carefully prepared casserole she had put together. All she had to do was put it in the oven and it would be done, but she wanted to wait till Rick returned, so that it wouldn't be overcooked. Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by the doorbell ringing.
"It must be Daddy," she exclaimed excitedly as she ran for the door. "He must have come home early.
She unlocked the door and opened it, breathless with anticipation. But she was jolted when she came face to face with a dark-skinned Puerto Rican boy with a circle of fuzzy hair framing his rough, Latin face.
"Y ... yes?" Margie stammered in surprise.
"Pardon me, lady," the youth said, "but your father sent me over. Something's happened."
"What? What do you mean?" Margie asked, her heart pounding with fear.
"There was an accident at the place where he works, he's been hurt."
"Oh no ... NOOOOO!" The blonde fifteen year old couldn't believe it! An accident? Oh no! "What's happened?"
"Nothing bad, he's okay. But he asked me to bring you to him."
"I'll come right away," she said, quickly picking up a key to the apartment. "Let me just make sure the stove is off in the kitchen."
The Puerto Rican youth, Jaime, watched as the slim young blonde disappeared into the kitchen.
Not bad, he thought to himself lasciviously, not bad at all. Maybe this job is gonna be more fun than I thought.
He remembered dimly that Vera Walton had insisted that they do nothing "physical" to the girl. Yet his massive cock was stirring hotly in his tight chino's from the sight of her adolescent body, and a perverse smile crossed his full, sensual lips.
"Okay, I'm ready," the worried young daughter said as she returned.
"Great," Jaime replied, slipping on the denim jacket he had been carrying in his hand. "Let's go. 11
Margie locked the front door of the apartment, and headed to the elevator, the smiling youth following close behind. Neither one noticed that, as the Latin kidnapper had put on his jacket, a small piece of paper had fallen out of the pocket and had fluttered to the floor of the hallway.
* * *
On the wide back seat of a black-leather-upholstered Chrysler Imperial, Rick Peters and his voluptuous girlfriend were writhing together, stark naked, and embracing with steadily mounting passion. In the locked garage of the service station, piles of hastily discarded clothing lay on the ground, evidence of the couple's feverish eagerness to release their swelling desires. It had taken Rick only minutes to close down the station, and he had found his uninhibited girlfriend already sprawled nakedly in the Imperial when he returned. Now, not having shared the joys of the flesh together in nearly two weeks, they mingled their eager lips in hot kisses and rubbed their excited bodies together against the erotic softness of the leather upholstery.
"Oh darling," Vera moaned in ecstasy as the curly-haired garage mechanic began to suck and bite on the tautly thrusting mounds -of her breasts, "oh, how wonderful you make me feel ... HOW WONDERFUL!"
Rick couldn't get enough of her succulent flesh as his heatedly questing mouth explored every inch of her throbbing breasts. His thickly swollen cock drummed wildly against her inner thighs, eager to drive lewdly up into the softly receptive flesh of her cunt. He began to caress her wetly pulsing cuntal slit with one hand, and with the other, he traced the entire length of the crevice of her softly rounded buttocks, hungrily forcing his middle finger between the shimmering white moons.
"Oh yessss, darling," Vera cried excitedly as she felt his stiffened finger press against the tightly puckered hole of her anus, "yessss ... shove your finger in my ass ... oh yes ... yeeesssssss ... "
Momentarily startled by her request, Rick paused with his finger at the entrance to her rectal channel. She seemed more excited than he had ever seen her before, and now she wanted him to drive his finger up into her ass. The hotly aroused man found himself strangely shocked by what she wanted, yet, in the next moment, he knew that she was only once more calling forth the animal savagery that he himself enjoyed so much with her. She was like a wild Amazon in bed, and now, in the back seat of the Chrysler, she was more wanton than ever. Brushing aside his momentary feeling of shock, he began rotating his finger hard against her rectal entrance, burrowing inside the tightly clenched passage, while his other hand continued its lascivious probe of her wetly throbbing cunt.
Suddenly the wriggling redhead pulled away from him slightly, her eyes bright with lust.
"I want you to fuck me Rick ... but there ... there ... I want you to fuck me in my ass, with your big prick right up my ass ... oh please ... please ... "
Margie's father could scarcely believe his ears. He had never heard her talk this way before, and yet, her lewd request made his tightly straining cock begin to pound with redoubled lust. Quickly Vera had twisted her body so that she was now on her stomach, her huge breasts pressed against the soft, cool leather, and she was wriggling her ass-cheeks against Rick's throbbingly alive penis.
"Will you, darliing?"
"Oh, will I, baby," he growled hungrily, "OH, WILL I!" In an instant he positioned himself between her painfully stretched thighs and gripped his enormously thickened cock in his hot hands.
Vera lay trembling in anticipation before him, her hands gripping tightly to the leather of the car seat. She was so eager to keep the deceived father from returning to his daughter, that she had decided to have him screw her in the rectum. And for Vera, despite the fact that she was most at home in the bedroom, it was something she didn't often do. The warmly excited redhead was unwilling to go through the temporary pain that is sometimes involved, unless she really wanted it badly. But today she would do anything to delay his going home, to give Jaime and Carlos time enough to kidnap Margie. Yes, she would do anything!
Behind her, kneeling between her legs, Rick stared in lewd fascination at her nakedly spread buttocks as he opened them wider and wider with his hand. Her soft white flesh was like putty in his lustily shaking palms and he stretched it wide, until the tightly puckered anus was clearly visible, even in the dim light inside the luxury Imperial. He was nearly blinded with rampaging lust at the sight of the tensed rearward channel. Experimentally, he placed the tip of his middle finger on it, applying pressure to force it inside the snug opening. Vera whimpered involuntarily and bit her lip as he began to penetrate the interfolded circle of muscle at the entrance. "Nnnnnnngggggggh!" she groaned as Rick's rigid middle finger inched torturously forward up to the first knuckle, and began to rotate in tight little circles just inside her painfully stretched anus. She felt as if she were being torn apart by it! How would she endure the monstrously thick girth of his lust-bloated cock?
The lust-driven garage owner continued to inch his way torturously into her hotly clenched rectum, her moans only adding to the fuel of the raging fire of his pent-up sexual hunger. Everything fled from his mind before the torrent of pleasure that consumed his muscular body, his daughter, his desire to get home, everything fell away as he directed his attention to one thing only: fucking his shamelessly excited girlfriend up the ass with his rock-hard cock. Savoring the feeling of triumphant male power, he shoved his finger cruelly forward, and Vera buried her head in the upholstery to muffle the anguished cry that burst from her throat. Then the lewdly driven divorced man withdrew his finger from her anal depths with a pop, and again positioned himself behind her, placing the soft foreskin back to expose the blood-engorged cockhead, then lubricated it with a gob of spittle and placed it against the tight hole. Gripping the resilient flesh of her sculpted hips, he began pressing forward, drilling into her fiercely resistant back passage inch by torturous inch.
For a moment, the painfully impaled redhead was tempted to cry out for him to stop. She couldn't take that massively hardened pole inside her tiny anus! It was impossible! But she gritted her teeth and let Rick continue, for she knew she had to go through with it now, her marriage depended on it.
Finally Rick had forced the spittle-dampened cock all the way in past the rectal ring, and her anguish subsided. Then the heatedly aroused father began sawing slowly into her, pressing his tightly enveloped penis in farther and farther with each stroke. The trembling redhead endured one searing flash of pain after the other as his roughly thrusting penis burrowed up into her rectum, but now her agony was mixed with hotly exciting thrills, ripples of desire so potent that they made the scheming airline stewardess arch her buttocks back to receive him, tentatively at first, then with increasing eagerness. Levering herself up slightly, she pressed back to meet his thrusting drives, moaning savagely as his penis continued its vicious in and out motions. Wildly she flailed her head around, moaning incoherently, as his machine-drill penis lunged up into her strainingly bruised asshole, and his heated balls slapped obscenely against her wet cunt and inner thighs.
"UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH! YESSSSS!" she wailed, both in unbridled pleasure and in triumph, knowing that so far her dark scheme was working, "FUUUUUUCKKKK MMEEEEE GGOOOOODDD!"
* * *
The swarthy Puerto Rican boy held Margie's arm tightly as he led her hastily down a forbidding-looking alleyway, blocks away from her apartment building.
"Where are we?" the blonde adolescent asked nervously. "I thought my father's station was the other way."
"He ain't at the station, he's in that building down the block," Jaime said, nodding towards a huge old apartment building. "C'mon."
He jerked her by the elbow, forcing her to nearly run down the street with him. Rick's daughter was growing somewhat apprehensive, not just about the character of the neighborhood, dirty and noisy, teeming with Spanish people, but, for reasons she didn't understand, she was now growing very anxious with the dark-skinned youth who was taking her to her father. He seemed so strange, so contemptuous of her, the way he practically dragged her along the alley.
"Down there," he snapped as they reached the basement entrance of the building.
"What's happened to him? Why is he here?" Margie asked in a trembling voice, unwilling to go in the dark hallway beyond the door.
"You ask too many questions, blondie!" Jaime snapped in reply.
Quickly seizing the startled girl's arm, he pushed her inside the door, and slammed it behind him. Then he yanked her hastily down the long, twisting corridors. The blonde fifteen year old was scared now, and confused. Something was wrong!
"You're hurting my arm," she protested, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But he held on to her tighter than ever, making her arm nearly burn with the tightness of his hand around it.
"Shut up, baby," he spat, jerking her along. Finally he stopped in front of the door and kicked it open. Inside, Margie could see another youth with curly black hair, dressed only in a pair of ragged chinos and sprawling on a dirty mattress. Beside him was a huge bottle of wine, and he was sucking on a strange-looking cigarette.
"Hey, Jaime! You made it, man, you made it!"
"Yeah," his friend replied, pushing Margie roughly forward into the room and closing the door behind him, locking it.
Suddenly, in the dim light of the basement room, Margie realized with a jolt of terror that buffeted her slender young body like lightning, that the boy who sprawled arrogantly on the mattress was the same dark-skinned youth she had seen making love to Vera Walton!
Turning to the other boy, she gasped as she saw him approaching her like a panther stalking a victim, unbuckling his wide leather belt, his mouth slashed with a leering gin.
"NO! NO!" she cried in fear, "Where's my father? Where's my father?"
* * *
At that moment, in the gas station, Margie's father and Vera were reaching the apex of their torrid anal union. The blindly aroused garage-owner was fucking into his flame-haired girlfriend's eagerly upthrust rectum with torturously plunging strokes, alternately pulling his rigid shaft nearly all the way out so that only the bulbous head was left buried in her burning rectal depths, then slicing forward with a sharp lunge of his pelvis, once again fully burying his pulsating cock inside her nakedly trembling belly. Each thrust elicited a howl of agonized delight from the writhing female, impaled on his huge rod of flesh so tightly that she could barely move except for involuntarily jerks of her lewdly pinioned buttocks with each blow from his cruelly rampaging cock. All the same, she did her best to lean back into his vicious thrusts, screwing her hips hungrily to widen her rectal sheath in lewd encouragement.
Rick had never seen Vera so thoroughly erotic before, and her frenzied mixture of passionate and tortured responses drove him into hotly incensed lust. The muscular divorced father was now completely transformed into a bestial creature, thanks to his airline stewardess girlfriend's artful seduction, and he increased the tempo of his rearward fucking, with Vera matching him perfectly until they fucked, in frenzied unison.
The totally abandoned redhead was consumed with pleasure now and the heated spasms of occasional pain in her lasciviously stretched rectal depths only provided an exciting contrast to the devastating thrills that surged through her nakedly ravished body; she clamped her buttocks tightly around Rick's thickly rigid pole of flesh, squeezing it with a shameless frenzy. As she did, the fiercely aroused garage-mechanic's cock, rising higher and higher with each lunge into her battered anus, began to vibrate with the surge of approaching orgasm. fie tried to hold back as long as possible, not wanting the ecstatically rampant fuck to end. It was too good, too soul-satisfying good!
But the torrent of thick male seed that churned hotly in his loins could only be restrained for so long, and with a sudden dizzing sensation, he felt it begin to race forward, rushing up the full length of his blood-engorged shaft toward the ultimate explosion at the tip, like a river of hot steel about to shoot into space.
His head jerked backwards and his eyes closed as every muscle in his body tensed with the aching rush of orgasm. A low moan began deep in his throat and suddenly erupted from his ecstatically opened mouth as the first gushes of thick milk-white liquid spurted wildly into Vera's hungrily clasping anus.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, CHRISSSSSSTTT! SSSHHIITTTT!" he cried in abandon as he ejaculated wildly into her hot rectal canal.
His voluptuous, redhaired partner was also rapidly approaching her own tumultuous orgasm. As she heard her handsome lover's cries of climactic pleasure, she ground her buttocks back against his muscular belly, straining to draw every drop of his scalding cum into her lustily receptive bowels. At the same time, she reached between her legs and began stroking the swollen bud of her own clitoris with her thumb, and she caressed Rick's wetly slapping balls with her other fingers. Suddenly her wildly thrashing body seemed to explode with uncontrollable movements in every direction as the sudden sharp stimulation of her hotly excited clitoris combined with the forceful release of her muscular lover's torrentially flowing semen to give her the last incentive she needed, pushing her over the brink of orgasm.
"Cummmiinnngggg ... " she moaned incoherently, "YEEESSSSSS ... CUUUMMMMIINNNNNGGGGG!"
Their cries of heated release mingled lewdly as Rick bucked and thrust his draining cock into her wetly stretched anus until he was empty of seed. Slowly he relaxed his rhythm until finally, moments later, he came to a stop and slowly pulled his deflating rod out of her raw asshole.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he sighed, sprawling back against the cool leather of the rear car seat. "Baby ... baby ... that was nice."
Vera could only rumble a low moan of pleasure in reply, bathed from head to foot in a scintillating afterglow of warmth. She had done it, she had delayed Rick from going home, and he hoped, oh - how she hoped - that Jaime and Carlos had carried out their part of the plan.
"Rick," she murmured softly, "let's not wait too long to get married ... okay?"
"Okay," her fiance sighed back, "in fact double okay. Vera, you're just about the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Likewise, darling."
"Oh, hell, I almost forgot," Rick said suddenly, sitting up. "I've got to get home to Margie."
"Yes, oh yes," Vera said, sitting up lazily, "by all means."
Chapter 7
"Margie, I'm home," Rick called as he opened the door to his apartment and went inside. "Sorry I'm a little late, baby."
Moments later he realized that the apartment was empty.
What's going on? he wondered anxiously as he went into the kitchen and saw a fully prepared casserole sitting on the table. Where was Margie? She hadn't told him she was going out, in fact, it had been explicity agreed that she would not leave the apartment that day. He ran into the living room, looking for a note of some kind, an explanation. But 11e found nothing, and he suddenly began to grow panicky, wondering if, by some hellish quirk of fate, something had happened to her.
Hell, he reasoned, she probably just went to meet me at the station.
Yet, in the next moment he remembered that his innocent young daughter couldn't possibly have found the way by herself, and she would have called him first for directions. No, something was wrong, really wrong. He cursed himself for delaying at the garage like that, because he couldn't resist Vera's potent charms. Maybe Margie had been upset about something, and gone out to meet him.
The frantic father realized that there was a likely possibility that his blonde daughter had perhaps merely gone down to the front of the building to wait for his return, and maybe had gone into the nearby soda and candy store for something. Sure, sure, he thought as he went out the front door of his apartment to check his theory. That makes sense.
On his way to the elevator, however, he noticed, in the hallway near his apartment, a crumpled slip of paper. Stopping, he picked it up and read it.
Carlos, tell your brother the group
will rehearse tomorrow at the place on
118th street, Viva Chicano.
Jose
The words Viva Chicano struck him. He had seen it before. He knew it was a slogan for Puerto Rican and Spanish groups in the city, a kind of revolutionary catch phrase, but he also knew, form a poster that had been given to him for display at the station, that there was a popular rock group of the same name. Immediately he realized that the note involved that group, and it denoted some kind of clubhouse on I I 8th street. What was something like this doing in the hall? Had Margie accidentally met some street kid, a delivery boy maybe, and gone off, thinking he was just another boy, like someone from Seattle? It was possible, anything was possible! For a moment he thought of calling the police, but somehow he instinctively felt it was too soon to become that alarmed. He'd check downstairs first, he decided, and see if she's there, and ask around. Surely somebody in the neighborhood had seen her.
Clutching the note in his hand he hurriedly ran for the elevator.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the dimly lit cellar hideout, Carlos and Jaime sprawled arrogantly against the wall, passing the wine bottle and marijuana cigarettes back and forth, ogling and taunting Rick's terrified young blonde daughter, who lay huddled on the mattress, shivering with fear.
"Nice little piece of ass, man," Carlos said, wiping his wine-stained mouth with his naked arm. "Makes me all horny lookin' at 'er... "
"Yeah, but you know the rules man ... we ain't supposed ... "
"Ah, fuck it, ain't supposed ... ain't supposed ... shit! My prick's stiffer than a pencil, man."
Leering salaciously, Jaime turned to his hotly aroused friend.
"Yeah mine, too... "
"I mean, man, we don't have to fuck ... nothing big like that ... I mean maybe this chickie likes to suck cock?"
Slowly the fuzzy-headed youth turned to the cowering little blonde girl.
"How about it, blondie? You like suckin' cock?"
Margie shuddered in shame, hearing his obscene talk, and she felt faintly nauseous in the pit of her stomach. Why was this happening to her? It was like a horrible nightmare, the worst possible nightmare coming hideously true. Trapped in a filthy cellar, in some ugly New York City ghetto, being obscenely taunted by two dark-skinned youths who glared at~her with their flashing eyes and made her feel naked and humiliated. Why were they doing this? Why?
"Why are you keeping me here?" she asked pitiously. "Where's my father?"
"You ask too many questions," Carlos snapped. "Chicks should keep their fuckin' mouths shut. Or maybe I should shut you up by sticking something in it. Like my prick. How'd you like my prick shoved in your mouth, stupid bitch?"
"Hey man, you're too much," Jaime cried, howling with laughter and sprawling on the dirty floor, spilling wine onto his tight black chino's, the only clothes he wore.
"Yeah, I'm too much. Hey, blondie, tell me you wanna suck my cock, huh? Tell me."
Rick's fifteen year old daughter winced in agony as the drunken, drug-sodden Puerto Rican boy shouted at her. Why didn't they leave her alone? Why was she here?
"I want to go home," she moaned in despair.
"No you don't baby," Carlos slurred, lurching to his feet and unzipping the front of his ragged jeans to allow the swelling thickness of his rigidly stiffened cock to suddenly swing upwards into view. "You don't wnat to go home ... you want to suck me off ... don't you baby ... come on, tell me ... "
Oh God, Margie realized in horror, he wants the to actually say it! She couldn't repeat such hideous words, she couldn't!
"Say it, you fucking bitch, or I'll slap you inna face!" Carlos roared, swaying drunkenly on his feet, and gripping his massively extended penis tightly in his hands. "SAY YOU WANNA SUCK MY PRICK!"
With a shudder of icy horror, the fifteen year old blonde girl knew she would have to comply with his obscene demand. There was no telling what he would do to her if she didn't. Gulping back tears of anguish, she struggled to get the hated words out of her mouth.
"I ... I want... want to ...su...su...suck..."
"SAY IT!" Carlos repeated harshly.
"I WANT TO SUCK YOUR PRICK!" She screamed in agony, "I WANT TO SUCK YOUR PRICK!"
"Great, baby," he snarled, stumbling towards her, "cause here it is ... all stiff and ready for you to suck ... "
Oh no, Margie's mind screamed inwardly, this can't be happening, it can't'
But it was all too horribly real, for the alcohol-sodden youth stood before her, his pulsing shaft of male hardness only inches from her lips, the tiny eye in the tip glistening with a droplet of white pre-cum. He wanted her to actually take that horribly throbbing column of flesh into her mouth, and his mood was so violent that Rick's young daughter didn't dare to resist.
"Go on, bitch," Carlos hissed, "open your mouth and suck it."
Hot tears of shame and humiliation began to trickle from her blue eyes as the anguish-ridden. young blonde girl knelt before her Puerto Rican tormentor. Suddenly he reached out, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head forward so that his quivering cock-head brushed against the warmly wet softness of her young red lips. The imprisoned daughter drew back at the contact of his rigidly erect shaft, tasting the slightly tart drop of moisture at the tip. Oh God! She couldn't go through with it! She couldn't! Imploringly she raised her tear-filled eyes to her implacably drunken tormentor, but he was completely oblivious to her bid for mercy. The vicious youth wanted to plunge his swollen shaft into her warmly wet mouth and fuck it in and out until he came and nothing was going to change his mind. Reaching down, he gripped the fifteen year old girl's long flowing hair even tighter and pressed her fearfully trembling lips directly against the rubbery head of his penis.
"Now take it all the way in," he commanded cruelly, "and no funny business with your teeth, or I'll crack your face in half."
Margie, her slender young body drenched with sweat, making her thin summer blouse and jeans cling to her budding breasts and softly curving hips, knew she had no choice but to comply. Closing her eyes in shame, she opened her trembling little lips and with great effort managed to encompass the very tip of his cock. Involuntarily, she gagged and tried to draw back, but her lust-incited captor gripped her hair tightly with one hand, while with the other, he encircled the thick girth of his eagerly throbbing penis, pulling the foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger. Then he rammed forward, driving the massive rod half its length into the warm recesses of the subjugated fifteen year old girl's virginal mouth.
* * *
At the same moment, Rick Peters was driving furiously up Amsterdam Avenue. The candy store lady had seen Margie; she had left the building shortly after five with a Puerto Rican boy with fuzzy hair, heading towards Amsterdam. Acting on a hunch, the distraught father headed towards 118th and Amsterdam hoping to find the location of the Viva Chicano rehearsal room, and hopefully, information as to Margie's whereabouts. If this proved a wild goose chase, he decided, he'd call the police.
He swung the car into 118th street, and then parked, locked it, and headed for the nearest bar. The first one he came to was the San Juan, and he went up to the bardenter, a burly, dark-skinned man with balding head and a kinky black fringe around his ears.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for some information."
"Yeah?" The bartender casually wiped a glass with a towel and slowly eyed the intense man who faced him. "What sorta information you want?"
"I'm trying to find somebody from the Viva Chicano rock group," Rick said, hastily making up a story so the bartender wouldn't be suspicious of his motives. "See I run a gas station near Riverside Drive, and one of the guys from the group gave me a poster for some show they were doing. Anyway I got a customer that's interested in the group, he's with a record company, and they're looking for Latin-rock groups ... I guess they're selling big now ... "
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, anyway I thought if I could find one of the group, he'd want to call this guy up right away ... it could be a big break for them all..."
The burly barkeeper slowly set down the glass, eyeing Rick hard, as if trying to make up his mind whether or not to trust him. Then he turned and called to the only other occupant of the dimly lit room. "Hey, Pedro, you know where the Viva Chicano group hangs out?"
Pedro, a thin, sickly looking Spaniard raised his head from the glass of beer he was nursing thoughtfully.
"Yeah," he said in a reedy voice, "they got a place inna basement of the Regency Arms, that old shithouse down the street. Usually one or two of them are there, amigo."
"That's just down the street, meester," the bartender grunted. "The big place that's fallin' apart."
"Thanks," Rick said, laying a fiver on the counter. "Split that with your friend."
He was heading for the door when Pedro called to him.
"If you see Jaime, tell him I need some money ... he owes me ten ... "
But the anxious father didn't hear him for he was hurrying up the trash littered street toward the formidable old apartment in the center of the block. Minutes later he had found the basement entrance, and was running headlong down the winding corridors looking for the rehearsal room. Finally he came to the door with the Viva Chicano sign and knew he had found his destination. Approaching it, he began to feel foolish, wondering if he had come on some kind of damn wild goose chase. He should have called the police, first thing. Yet somehow an inexorable chain of events seemed to lead him here with lightning speed. As he approached the door he heard the sound of raucous laughter, male laughter, and strange moans, like someone having sex. He hesitated at the door, and, noticing the peephole, he decided to peer inside before making his presence known. What he saw in the shadowy light made his jaw drop in shock.
Margie was kneeling on a dirty mattress, sucking on the cock of a dark-skinned teenaged boy!
Oh my God! His stunned brain cried, My God, what's happened?
The enormous horror of the situation seemed to paralyze the disbelieving father, and he stood helplessly at the door, watching while his fifteen year old blonde daughter sucked intensely on the hotly extended penis of a strange Puerto Rican boy. From the tortured expression on his daughter's face he knew she was doing it against her will; she was their captive! Christ, he knew things were bad in the city, but this was beyond belief! How had they found her! WHAT WAS GOING ON?
Inside the basement room, unaware that they were being observed by Margie's father, Carlos gripped the blonde daughter's head tightly, thrusting his wetly swollen penis down into her throat with vicious lunges, while the subjugated adolescent gagged and trembled, her mind and body consumed with agonizing humiliation. Across from them, Jaime sprawled drunkenly, sucking on a marijuana cigarette, and rubbing the pulsing mound of his genitals through his pants.
Kneeling before the lunging youth, Margie found herself nearly feeling faint with shame, yet, at the same time something else was beginning to happen to her. Out of the involuntary relaxation that had taken place in surrender to the Puerto Rican youth's vicious assault, a strange kind of animal pleasure had begun to ripple through her slender young body, oddly pleasurable feelings she had never experienced before. Yet suddenly she recalled she had felt something like it before. Once before, three nights ago when she had seen the redhaired woman being taken by the same boy who forced her to suck his cock!
She tried to resist the surge of tingling pleasure that seemed to radiate spontaneously from her softly throbbing vagina and spread to every part of her body! It was wrong! Sinful! How could she possibly allow herself to experience anything pleasurable from such a grotesque act! Oh God, is this what life in New York was like, she wondered in horror. Why didn't her father come and save her?
Her thoughts were interrupted when Carlos suddenly began to buck into her ravaged throat with his thickly bloated cock and to scream in excitement.
Jerking his pelvis forward rapidly, Carlos ejaculated thick gobs of hot white semen into the cringing, gagging fifteen year old girl's gulping throat. Margie tried desperately to swallow all of his shamefully rushing cum, soon realizing that it was far more difficult to resist his vulgar release than to surrender. Yet his overwhelming orgasm released more scalding liquid than she could absorb, and the excess trickled in white streams out the side of her mouth.
Still stunned into immobility, the girl's father watched in absolute disbelief .as the lean youth completed his orgasm, draining the last drop of warm cum into Margie's tightly constricted throat. The shocked father felt a wave of pure unbridled rage begin to throb in his tensely muscled body. How dare they do that to his daughter? These vicious animals! CHRIST HE WANTED TO GO IN THERE AND TEAR THEM LIMB FROM LIMB!
"Hey Jaime," Carlos said, withdrawing his softened penis from the fifteen year old girl's throat, "how'd I do, man?"
"Stupendo, man, stupendo ... "
There's two of them, Rick realized suddenly. The outraged father held back from bursting in through the door, despite his desire to beat the two barbaric youths to a pulp, because he instinctively knew that the muscular youths could easily overpower him, placing Margie in even greater danger. No, a strong feeling told him to get the police. This wasn't the time for misplaced heroics, particularly when it might make his captive young daughter's situation even worse. God knows how much she had been traumatized already. Taking a last, gut-wrenching look at his blonde daughter, who lay weeping and miserable on the filthy mattress, he pulled himself away from the door and quietly made his way back through the maze of corridors to call the police.
Meanwhile, in the dingy basement room, Carlos had collapsed in exhaustion against the wall, and had lit up yet another "cigarette." Jaime, wildly aroused by seeing his friend forcing the young girl to suck his cock, found that his original intention not to try anything with Margie was fast fading, and that now, he too, desired a full, raging release. Only he didn't want her to suck him off ... he wanted his cock up her cunt! The hell with what the redhaired woman might say! The hell with anything! He was drunk, stoned, and horny as hell.
"Take off your clothes, bitch," he snarled menacingly as he swayed drunkenly on his feet above the cowering fifteen year old. "Quick! Pronto!"
"Oh please ... please," Margie moaned in despair, "haven't you done enough to me already? I want to go home ... please take me home!"
"Ah, you fuckin' chicks are all alike," the fuzzy-haired boy sneered, unbuckling his belt and quickly pulling off his tight black chino's, "cryin' and whinin' like babies. Now shut the fuck up and get naked, or I'll wallop you!"
Shuddering in misery, the ravaged adolescent began to meekly comply with her tormentor's demands. She had no choice now, and she knew it. She was the prisoner of two half-crazy Puerto Rican youths who would do anything to have their way with her! They might even ... even KILL HER! Hot tears of anguish poured from her turquoise-blue eyes as she slowly began to unbutton her thin white cotton blouse.
Oh, God help me, she cried inwardly, GOD HELP ME!
"Hurry up, cunt," Jaime snapped impatiently.
Through her tear-dimmed eyes, Margie could see the powerfully sculpted nakedness of her captor. His penis seemed so incredibly huge that the blonde adolescent shuddered in terror at it's size; it was rigidly erect, jutting out like a stiff steel crane, with two hotly swollen hairy balls swaying obscenely beneath. She could even smell the faint musky aroma of his maleness, and the imprisoned youth daughter felt a knot of utter humiliation gnaw at the pit of her stomach. Oh why had this happened to her? So suddenly to be thrown into a shocking world of meanness and brutal sex! Why, she only knew the very basic facts of life up till now, only a few things that her cold, unsensual mother had reluctantly told her. But nothing had remotely prepared her for the raw, savage sexuality that she had accidentally witnessed . . : and that, now, she was forced to actually experience Her brain reeled in utter shame and humiliation, and she wondered if she could ever face the outside world again. The horrified girl trembled in fear from head to foot.
Suddenly, she felt herself being grabbed roughly by Jaime, who, growing tired of her slowness, took it upon himself to help her undress more quickly. Tearing the flimsy garment from her cringing youth body, he threw it in tattered shreds onto the floor. Next he opened and yanked down her tight slacks, peeling them roughly from her wriggling hips and legs until she lay back in terror on the mattress, her soft young body stark naked except for white brassiere and white panties. Jaime leered down at her, a lascivious grin on his thick, sensual lips. His cock throbbed viciously as he held it's massive girth in his hand.
With a groan of bestial lust, the swarthy Puerto Rican threw himself down on her helpless little form, eagerly unclasping the brassiere and flinging it away, then he roughly sucked and bit on her tensely thrusting pear-shaped young breasts. There was something about her slim little body, half-girl, half-woman, that drove the lusty youth into a near frenzy of excitement. He sucked on her softly molded breasts with lewd intensity, and slid his muscular hands over the pale silky softness of her skin.
"Sock it to her, amigo," Carlos called in a drunken stupor. "Arriba!"
Writhing helplessly beneath the lewd youth's angry assault, Margie suddenly found herself responding strangely. The warm throbbing she had noticed vaguely when Carlos had forced her to suck his cock now began to pulse again in the virginal flesh of her young vagina. Unfamiliar tingles of excitement seemed to ripple through her abused young body, making the bewildered fifteen year old begin to moan involuntarily with the first stirrings of sexual desire. Somehow the severe shocks she had endured in the last few days had now served to awaken her body to its erotic potential and allow the fifteen year old girl to discover, for the first time in her life, the true meaning of becoming a woman. As Jaime continued to maul her body with his questing hands and kiss her breasts hungrily, Margie found her little hands fluttering up to tentatively explore the muscular hardness of her tormentor's dark-skinned body, and she began to cry little spontaneous mewls of animal pleasure.
"Startin' to dig it, blondie, huh?" Jaime grunted above her, "Well, let's see how much you can take!"
Rearing back onto his knees, the sex-driven youth started to yank roughly at the waistband of her white nylon panties and began to pull the flimsy garment harshly down her hips and legs, making her skin sting in pain.
"Aaaaannnn!" Margie wailed as he ripped her panties downward. "Noooo!"
Finally, she was naked, and Jaime roughly yanked her legs apart, and, with an obscene growl, he fell forward and buried his face in her helplessly throbbing vagina; his darting tongue began to flick wildly up and down the pinkly glistening folds of her vulnerable hair-fringed little pussy. Shocked momentarily by his sudden attack, Margie tried to wriggle away from him, but he held her firmly, his wide hands gripping the soft flesh of her thighs tightly. The captive fifteen year old couldn't stand the feeling of his wetly questing mouth on her virginal cunt! No one else had ever touched her there ... much less actually licked it! Yet, after a few moments, deliciously pleasant waves of warmth began to surge through her crudely awakened young body, and her skin felt more alive and tingly than ever before. A wave of desire began to crash over her with a depth of excitement that made the astonished youngster's heart pound in her chest like a tiny hammer! On and on it came as Jaime continued his obscene oral probe of her innocent vaginal flesh and darted his thick hot tongue up into her passage, pressing the thin tissue of her maidenhood and sending little stabs of pain up through her abdomen.
Suddenly, the swarthy youth pulled away, wiping his wetly foaming mouth with a naked arm. "Hey, Carlos ... This chick is a virgin! She still got her cherry ... "
"No shit, man!"
"Yeah ... but she ain't gonna have it for long! Right, baby?"
He turned to his unwilling partner, his heavy lips pulled back in a mocking smile, his dark eyes flashing with savage lust. The humiliated fifteen year old knew at once that he wanted to ... to put his enormous cock in her innocent vaginal passage! He was going to ... to rape her! At once a tremor of shame and loathing surged like thunder through her frail little form, and she shook in anxiety and fear. Was this how it would be? Her first time with a man, her first knowledge of sex ... was it to be here in a filthy basement room, raped by a drunken Puerto-Rican youth? Oh please God! she groaned inwardly, Please don't let it happen that way! Please have my Daddy find me! PLEASE!
Rick Peters, meanwhile, had called the police, told them the story and given them the location of the cellar hideout. Now he was returning to the dank basement, on instructions from a police sergeant not to interrupt or break in on the two boys who were menacing his daughter. He was to remain near the door and stall them only if they tried to leave. Yet when the frantic father returned to the door and again peered quietly inside, he became once more powerfully enraged.
He could see that the fuzzy-haired youth had stripped his helplessly moaning daughter stark naked, and HE WAS ABOUT TO FUCK HER! With a howl of defiance, Rick suddenly butted his shoulder against the wooden door with all his might, bursting into the room to the astonishment of the surprised occupants.
"Daddy! DADDY!" Margie cried joyously, scarcely believing that her father had finally found her, saved her.
Acting quickly, both Carlos and Jaime grabbed their dungarees, hastily dressing.
"You sons of bitches!" he roared at the two Puerto Ricans. "I'll kill you for this!"
"Stay cool man," Jaime said nervously, making for the door, "We didn't do nothing, we was only foolin' aroun' ... "
With a cry of animal savagery, Rick lunged for the fuzzy-haired youth and locked him in a tight grip. The two men whirled around for a moment, then Jaime pushed free and quickly ran out the door. With lightning. speed, Carlos tried to follow, but Rick had recovered his balance and quickly caught the youth by the arm, socked him square on the jaw with a right hook and sent the dazed youth sprawling onto the dirty basement floor. Quickly Rick pinned him down, gripping his hair viciously with his hand.
"YIIIII!" Carlos cried in pain,, "LEMME GO! LEMME GO!"
"Never, you bastard. I'll never let you go. I'm gonna see you're slammed into jail so fast you won't know what hit you. WHY DID YOU DO IT? Scum! WHY DID YOU DO IT? WHY?"
"It was a job, man, a job. We was paid to do it; that's all. It's true!"
The startled garage owner relaxed his grip on the boy's dark hair for a moment and gazed at him intensely. He shot a glance toward his daughter who had hastily dressed herself in her now-torn and soiled garments.
"What happened, Margie?"
"The ... other boy came to the apartment and said that you'd been hurt and that you sent him to get me and take me to you. I thought ...I thought something bad had happened, otherwise I wouldn't have gone ... Oh Daddy! I didn't know ... I was so scared .
Rick felt a spasm of wrenching pity for his ravaged daughter. He'd never forgive these filthy animals for what they did to her. Turning his attention again to the pinioned youth, he gripped the boy's hair and snarled at him.
"Why did you do this, bastard? Why?"
"I tol' you, man! It was a job! Some lady paid us to scare your daughter; that's all . . : "
"You lying son of a bitch! What lady are you talking about! You're making it up!"
But Margie knew immediately that the boy wasn't lying. For again she remembered that he was the very boy that she had seen with VERA WALTON!
"Daddy ... I ... I think he's telling the truth ... " she murmured weakly, "because there's something else you don't know. Something I saw the first night I was here ... `
"Something you saw?" Rick echoed, turning to face his daughter. "What do you mean, honey?"
"Daddy ... oh Daddy ... I saw that boy before ... that first night ... in Vera Walton's apartment ... and they ... they were making love!"
"They were ... " Rick's eyes widened in astonishment at what his daughter said. It was impossible! Ridiculous! This was like some kind of hallucinatory dream! Vera and this scum of a street kid?
"It's true, mister," Carlos cried, struggling to free himself of the thunderstruck father's tight grip. "The lady with the red hair ... the girl is right ... we been making it with her, me and Jaime ... and she paid us to keep your daughter away for a while ... I `don't know why, mister; I just need the money, so I don't ask questions . . , "
This final piece of news hit Rick like a ton of bricks, and his reaction was one of tense numbness. Slowly, turning away from the boy, he relaxed his grip.
It couldn't be possible, he thought in confusion and pain. Vera ... why would Vera do this ...
Yet the evidence was undeniable. Apparently Vera Walton, his fiancee, had paid these two youths to kidnap Margie, scare her, molest her. But why? Then suddenly another piece of the puzzle fit together - Vera wanted Margie out of the way... hadn't she been almost insisting he send her to camp?... Because... because Margie had seen her having an affair with Carlos.
"Margie?" Rick asked in a low voice. "Did Vera know you saw her with this boy?"
"Yes ... I told her the night we had dinner... "
"And what did she say?"
"She said she didn't care, that she was going to ... to ... marry you, whether I liked it or not.
"I...Isee..."
The distraught father looked down at Carlos, who pleaded with his eyes for freedom. On impulse, he suddenly let the boy go. Carlos, scarcely believing what was happening, quickly scrambled to his feet. "Get out," Rick said listlessly, "Go on, before the police get here ...
"I ... I . .' . thanks man," the youth murmured as he edged towards the door. "I'm sorry! You know ... I 'only did it for the bread, man..."
"Get out! Fucking bastard!" Rick screamed suddenly, sending the boy scurrying to his freedom.
"Daddy ... you shouldn't have let him go!" Margie said, going to her bewildered father and taking his arm timidly with her hand.
"Oh baby!" Rick cried out suddenly, taking his daughter in his arm, embracing her tightly. "Oh baby ... what does it matter ... what the hell does it matter ... "
Chapter 8
When the police arrived, a few minutes afterwards, Rick and his daughter told them that the two youths had escaped in the fight and that they weren't going to press charges. Although the police sergeant had urged them to do so, the distressed father wanted the entire matter dropped, especially since it now involved his girl friend, Vera Walton. Disgusted and sick of the whole thing, Rick told the police that, as long as his daughter was safe, he wanted the matter ended. Within an hour they were back in their apartment; Rick had called Vera almost immediately. She had been waiting for his call, expecting him to be anxious about the whereabouts of Margie. But she was shocked and angry when he told her what Margie had said. At first, she tried to deny it, insisting that Margie had just made up the story out of jealousy. Then Rick informed her that Carlos had told the same story. "That fucking bastard," Vera blurted out. "And after I gave him all that money!"
She tried to pretend she hadn't said it ... but it was too late. Rick felt like calling her all kinds of names, but he restrained himself, realizing that it would do no good. Instead, he coldly informed her that he never wanted to see her again, and then he slammed down the phone.
Then he turned to look at his daughter, who had been sitting quietly during the entire conversation. He hardly knew what to say to her.
"Should ... should I heat up the casserole?" Margie asked her father as they sat facing each other in the darkened living room. "It ... it'll only take a minute ... "
"No ... no, honey; it's okay. I'm just not hungry. You go on and make it for yourself."
"No ... I guess I'm not hungry either."
Rick glanced at his fifteen year old daughter, still dressed in the torn garments that Jaime had ripped mercilessly from her vulnerable little body. A wave of anger still churned through his tightly muscled frame, and his temples pounded hotly as the blood raced through his veins.
"Margie ... " he said in a voice shaking with anxiety, "I'm ... I'm so sorry this had to happen. If I had known ... "
His blonde daughter sat quietly in the chair, wanting to tell her concerned father that everything was all right. But, somewhere, inside, she still shuddered in terror from the gross assaults that had been inflicted on her. It wasn't only the mental anguish that bothered her discovering Vera's true nature and suffering horribly at the hands of two drunken teenage youths - but physically she felt completely confused and disturbed. Thanks to both Carlos and Jaime, she had been savagely awakened to the world of fleshly sensuality, and even now her recently-ravaged young body vibrated with unsatisfied passion, passion that had been dragged to consciousness under the most obscene circumstances possible. Her virginal maidenhead, it was true, was still intact, and yet her tender young vagina still throbbed with lewd excitement and her skin still tingled with erotic discovery. The unsuspecting girl had been roused to a fever pitch by the whirlpool of sexuality she had been forced to experience, and her body still longed for some kind of completion.
"Margie ... " Rick said in a low, defeated voice, "Maybe none of this would have happened if I hadn't been so anxious to have you here. I should have known that something like this might happen in New York."
"You ... you won't send me back to Mother, will you?" she asked fearfully. "Oh please, Daddy, please don't send me back!"
"At least you'd be safe there, honey ... "
"I can't ... I can't go back!" the blonde girl cried out, jumping from the chair and kneeling before her unhappy father, clasping his knees, imploring him not to do it. "Please, don't send me away."
"I've got to Margie ... After all this it would be foolish to keep you here. Maybe ... maybe a boarding school would be the answer; then you could come home on weekends ... at least until we find a house on the Island."
"No ... NO!" Margie groaned, clutching her father's knees tightly, hot tears of misery, pouring out of her deep blue eyes. "I won't leave you now. I won't. I couldn't bear it."
Her father reached down gently and began to stroke his beautiful daughter's golden blonde hair. God knows he didn't want to send her away, but what choice did he have? He couldn't face the possibility of something else happening to her; he'd never forgive himself. Yet, it was apparent that his little Margie didn't want to go away, and to do so would be as great a shock as the one she had just experienced. He saw no way out of their painful dilemma, and he could only stroke her hair tenderly and smile down at her sadly.
"It's gonna be okay, baby," he murmured.
"We'll work something out. Look, why don't you get out of those torn clothes and take a hot bath. I think you'll feel better. We could both use some sleep after all this. What do you say?"
"Okay ... okay, Daddy!"
Slowly, she got to her feet and began to walk slowly toward her bedroom door.
"But, I can't leave you, Daddy ... I can't."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Tonight you just get some sleep and put all of this out of your head."
"All right ... good night ... "
"Good night darling; sleep well."
Impulsively, Rick's daughter ran to him once more and kissed him on the cheek, then spontaneously kissed him on the mouth, startling both of them. Without a word, the fifteen year old ran into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
The exhausted father sat for a long time in the semi-darkness of his living room, trying to sort out the tangled mess of heartaches that had rushed in on him suddenly that afternoon. It wasn't just Margie's kidnap and sexual assaults that disturbed him, although it in itself was enough to drive any man mad, but he realized bitterly that the whole thing had been instigated by Vera, his prospective second wife. The defeated man cursed himself for having been so blind to the scheming nature of the voluptuous redhead. Somehow, he had been so dazzled by her beauty and charm, so glad to know a woman who was totally unlike his first wife, that he had failed to see her darker side.
So, he mused ruefully, it wasn't love that made her want to marry me ... it was desperation. She would even go so far as to have my daughter raped to hang on to our relationship.
Rick felt a sickening feeling in the pit of Iris stomach and wondered if he ever would be able to trust any woman again. His first wife Loren had been a supreme bitch, and his second attempt at finding a mate had also, it seemed, ended disastrously. He decided, then and there, never to remarry, never to take the risk again. It was too high a price to pay at his age, too big a gamble emotionally, not only for himself, but for Margie.
"Oh Margie ... Margie," he murmured softly to himself, "I'd have given anything not to have this happen to you."
Although his daughter had tried not to show the depth of her shock and horror, he knew that she might be permanently damaged for the rest of her life, at least psychically, by what had Happened, and he had no one to blame for it but himself and some kind of fatal blindness he seemed to have where his sexual life was concerned. More than anything in the world he had wanted his daughter to be happy with him and to begin a new life with her. But now, all that was impossible. He saw no way to start over again, no way at all.
Slowly, he rose from his seat and walked to a table in the corner that held bottles of liquor and glasses. Pouring himself a strong shot of scotch, he gulped it down, and then another, and another, hoping to ease the pain with the euphoric balm of alcohol. Yet the potent drinks only served to heighten his misery, and he continued to accuse himself inwardly for what had happened, sinking deeper and deeper into despair. Finally, picking up the bottle and carrying it, along with his glass, into his bedroom, he flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to turn on the light, and poured himself another stiff shot.
In the other bedroom, separated by the adjoining bathroom, Margie had taken off her clothing and was sitting before her mirror at the vanity table gazing at her recently mauled young body with an odd sort of curiosity. Except for a few faint bruises, her slender young form betrayed little of the obscene humiliations forced on her by the Puerto Rican boys. Yet, inwardly, something had changed, she had been awakened not only to the cruelty of human nature, but to the pleasures of sensuality. Despite the shame she had experienced, she also knew that something else had happened that she was totally unprepared for, something triggered initially by what she had seen through Vera's window that first night in New York. A nameless yearning pervaded every part of the innocent fifteen year old's whitely rounded body, a yearning for some kind of fulfillment, a consummation ... but she didn't know what it was. Tentatively, she reached up and cupped the softly resilient flesh of her young breasts, squeezing them tenderly, curiously. It felt so good when she touched herself there now, different from before ... she let her palms travel slowly down IM' sides then up again to massage her breasts.
What would it have been like, she wondered, if Jaime lipid actually been able to ... to rape her?
Her whole body shuddered as she recalled how he looked, standing arrogantly naked before her, holding his massively stiffened penis lewdly in his hands ... and she remembered the rapturous stabs of excitement that had rippled through her helplessly writhing young form when he had actually begun to suck her and lick her ... down there! It had been horrible, yes, but strangely exciting, too. And, if her father hadn't rescued her when he did, Jaime might have actually ... actually ...
Icy fear vibrated through her brain. She tried to remove the obscene memories from her mind, but they wouldn't go away. Somehow, inexplicably, she became intensely curious about what it felt like when a man ... when a man made love to a woman the way she had seen Carlos do with Vera Walton. Unconsciously, her hands slid down her smooth skin again and rested at the hair-fringed entrance to her vaginal passage. Immediately a soft, insistent throbbing began once more to surge through that tender area, and the confused fifteen year old felt her heart begin to beat fast.
"This is wrong," she said suddenly, pulling her hands away quickly. "Oh, what's wrong with me?" What's wrong?"
Trying desperately to get away from the bizarre feelings that flowed through her mind and body, she went to her bureau, took out a soft, pink cotton nightgown, and went into the bathroom, hoping that a warm bath would calm her down and make her feel better.
Meanwhile, in his next-door bedroom, her father lay in a half-drunken stupor, listening as his daughter filled the tub.
Why did it have to turn out this way, he wondered in anguish. Why?
With a sigh, he swung his feet off the bed and slowly stood up, his brain reeling from the sudden excess of scotch, his hard-muscled body pulsing with warmth and unrelieved tension.
"Got to get undressed," he mumbled, struggling drunkenly to remove his workshirt. Finally, he had managed to take off his clothes and was about to look for his pajamas when a wave of dizzying exhaustion overtook him, forcing the alcohol-sodden father to collapse once more onto the bed, totally naked.
"Oh, what's the use ... what's the damn use," he muttered, sinking into a semi-conscious stupor. Unable to doze off, he listened to the sound of his young daughter in the tub, and in his mind he could even see her soaping her sweet young body, rubbing suds over the pear-shaped mounds of her adolescent breasts. Rick felt a wave of love for his young daughter wash over him like a calming sedative. She was so beautiful, so innocent, so exquisitely half-child, half-woman. He wanted her life to be full of joy and happiness, he wanted to be a good father to her and make up for the ten long years he had been away, and make up for all the misery she had endured living with Loren. But how could he? How could he?
Strangely, he felt a warmth begin to stir in his loins, and his huge cock began to stiffen involuntarily, both from the effects of the liquor and from the persistent image in his head of his young daughter, bathing in the bathroom next door. He tried to ward off the heatedly insistent pulsing in his loins, but, as he twisted uncomfortably on his wide double bed, he found he only heightened the growing excitement in his rapidly stiffening cock.
"Oh Christ!" he moaned wearily, "Let me just go to sleep and be done with it!"
But the turmoil and restlessness only mounted, no matter how he tried to control himself, spurred on by the liquor he had consumed on an empty stomach and heightened by his tense, anxious state. Finally, turning on his side facing the wall, he managed to calm himself somewhat and fall into a light doze.
At the same time, his young daughter was climbing out of the bathtub, and she began to dry her slender young body with a thick, furry towel. Her own restlessness, although subsiding somewhat in the calming warmth of the tub, still continued to plague her, and the strange yearning in her smoothly white frame still vibrated insistently. Standing before the full-length bathroom mirror, drying herself, she saw that her young breasts were growing taut and that the pinkish areolas had tightened, making the two nipples stand out like tiny red cherries. As the fifteen year old blonde girl rubbed the thick towel over her wet skin, she felt pleasant tingling sensations begin to shiver through her, emanating from her sparsely-haired vaginal triangle. Then, as she dried herself completely and was slipping on the thin cotton nightie, she heard sounds coming from her father's room, next door. She stood absolutely still, listening.
"Margie ... Margie," she heard his voice saying.
"Yes?" she answered tentatively. "Yes?"
There was no answer, just total silence. Then, a moment later, she heard him speak again, only it was more like a groan.
"Oooohhh ... Margie ... "
The tips of her fingers grew cold, as she slowly approached the door that led into his bedroom. Something must be wrong! she thought. Why is he calling me like that but not answering me when I reply?
Slowly she opened the door to his room, and, as the light spilled inside, she could see his powerfully muscled body lying completely naked on the bed, his back turned to her, and he was moaning softly, apparently in his sleep.
"I'm so sorry, honey ... so sorry ... "
A wave of pity and love swept over his fifteen year old daughter. She knew at once he must be asleep and talking to her in a dream. Although she knew it was wrong to be in the room with him, particularly when he was naked, she felt so overcome with emotion that she couldn't leave. She stared at his body. She had never seen her father naked like that, and, although he had always been very attractive when clothed, she found that she was vividly impressed with the muscular beauty of his manly physique.
He's so handsome, so beautiful, she realized, her heart pounding.
The adolescent girl found herself walking slowly towards the bed, mesmerized by the sight of her restlessly sleeping father sprawled nakedly on the bed. She wanted to reach out and embrace him, hold him and tell him everything would be all right. Oh, she loved him, loved him more than anything in the world. And now, she knew, he might send her away because of what happened. She couldn't stand that, now now, not after all this time.
"Oh Daddy! I love you so much," she whispered to his lightly dozing form, "I never want to go away from you."
Little tears of unhappiness formed at the corners of the blonde girl's eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. Unable to resist the impulse to hold him, she slowly climbed up onto the bed, being careful not to rouse him, and slid next to him on top of the sheets, curling up against the naked smoothness of his back, huddling behind him, scared and lonely. Then, tentatively, she reached one arm up and held onto his shoulder, sighing contentedly as her fingers curled around his hard muscles.
The strange unsatisfied longing that had been vibrating in her young body seemed to grow as she snuggled tightly against her father. The gentle pulsing in her still-virginal vagina began to grow stronger until it was nearly pounding with an unnameable excitement.
"Daddy ... Daddy ... " she murmured lovingly, now wriggling tenderly against him, almost overcome with the heated feelings that roamed pleasurably through her recently-bathed little body.
At that moment, her father began to stir from his drunken sleep and became aware of his daughter's voice.
"What is it?" he said weakly, thinking she was calling from the other room.
"I love you, Daddy ... "
Struggling awake, Rick turned his body slowly onto his back and became aware of the fact that someone was in the bed with him. It was Margie!
Normally, he would have been shocked completely awake. by the fact that his daughter was in his bed and he was completely naked. But his alcohol-fogged brain was functioning in a near-stupor level, and, as a result, he was only barely conscious of what was going on.
His young daughter had moved away from him when he sprawled onto his back, and, seeing him come awake, she threw her nightie-clad body on top of his ... eagerly ... wanting to hold him tightly and comfort him, and wanting, too, to know the security of his fatherly embrace.
"Please don't send me away," she cried. "Please!"
Through his hazy vision, Rick saw the angelic tace of his fifteen year old daughter pleading with him, imploring him to let her stay. He felt her warm little body clinging tightly to his and the pressure of tier soft breasts pressing against his own. Incredibly, his genitals became hot with excitement from the tantalizing closeness of his ravishing daughter, and his already awakened cock began to stiffen like steel as his daughter finally managed to stretch her affection-hungry body innocently across his naked form.
"Margie!" he managed to murmur drunkenly, "I ... I don't have any clothes on ... Honey, you can't stay here."
He tried to struggle upwards, but he was too weak with scotch to manage it, particularly since his young daughter refused to budge.
"I want to stay with you, Daddy ... I love you..."
Overwhelmed with love for her distressed father and overjoyed to be holding him so closely, the blonde adolescent held him even tighter, pressing her soft young form against the naked hardness of his body. The heated pulsing that throbbed in her vibrating little vagina seemed to grow and multiply as she writhed against him, and, suddenly, the carelessly buttoned front of her cotton nightie began to come open, allowing the affectionate girl's smooth body to contact that of her father's for the very first time. It felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful, and a feeling of sweet radiance blossomed over every part of her. She was incapable, or even unwilling, at this moment, to make any moral judgment over what was happening. Shocked, as she had been by the brutal sexual assaults of the two young Puerto Ricans, and desperately anxious to remain with Rick, she found herself caught up in an overwhelming desire to be with him, to love him, love him any way she could and keep him with her always. The blonde girl, swept away on an irresistible tide of love and desire, could feel the rigid stiffness of his penis as it rubbed against her inner thighs. She remembered how she almost had become the victim of Jaime's cruel rape, and it was because of her father's timely rescue that she still retained her maidenhead. Rick's young daughter didn't want to give herself to someone like Jaime, or the other boy ... Wasn't this her special treasure? Even her mother had told her she had to wait until she wag married before she should consider making love. But, suppose another boy came along and raped her? It would have all been in vain. But now, here was her father, her beautiful father, and he needed her! And his penis was stiff, like the Puerto Rican boy's had been, and so close ... so close ... oh why couldn't they ... why couldn't they make love? To the innocent girl, it seemed only right, almost necessary, that she give her father the greatest treasure she had, give it willingly and in great love. Yes, why not? Why not?
She pressed hard against him now, her body throbbing with delight, her little hips rotating eagerly in a gently circular motion. Every part of her was ablaze with desire, consumed with inexorable desire, too roughly awakened in the past few days, and in need of satisfaction. Unconsciously, she began sliding her now-naked lops downward until she felt the warm tip of her father's fully erect penis press against the downy triangle of her virginal pubic patch.
Rick, hardly able to move, thanks to the abundance of alcohol in his system, gasped audibly as he realized his little girl had positioned herself so that his enormously swollen cock was directly at the entrance to her tight little cunt. Inwardly, his mind was screaming for him to put an end to this, once and for all! It was madness! Yet, lie was paralyzed, paralyzed by the scotch and by the wild intensity of passion that consumed his aroused body. She felt so good pressing against him like that! It was wrong, horribly wrong, but he couldn't send her away! Not now, not when their two bodies were crying out with need.
With a helpless moan, he reached up and eneveloped Margie's little form in his arms, his cock lurching wildly, hungrily yearning to lunge up inside of her tiny, membrane-covered vagina.
"Oh God," he groaned drunkenly, "God forgive me ... "
Margie was breathing fast now, her heart pounding in her chest as her strong father held her tighter. Oh, at last, at last! She began to grind her little pelvis down, pressing against the swollen head of his cock, pressing harder and harder. Rick's rock-hard shaft slipped gently into the hotly sopping channel of her cunt, and it pressed insistently at the tough little membrane of skin ... harder and harder, until, suddenly, with a determined lunge, his cock forced its way tip into her virginal depths.
"Unnnn ... " Margie groaned as a biting sting of pain shot through her body. But it didn't matter, for her father's cock was inside, actually all the way up inside of her and it felt so good. SSSOOOOO GGOOOOODD!
Rick gasped in shock as he realized that his blood-swollen cock-head had penetrated his virginal fifteen year old daughter's tender cunt and was buried far up inside the tight little ring at the entrance. Christ! She was so wet inside, so warm and wet. The thrill of absolute pleasure he experienced as he penetrated her was unlike anything he had ever known in his life. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from his heart! Involuntarily, consumed by a tide of fatal passion, he flicked his hips back and upwards again slightly, and his hugely inflated cock traveled frantically upwards into the narrow passage.
Margie could scarcely believe the overwhelming thrill she felt as her father's enormous penis moved inside of tier. It seemed so big, so wonderfully warm and alive. Oh, it hurt at first, but she didn't mind at all, because the warm, wet feeling in her belly more than made up for it, and the little ripples of delight that rushed to every part of her young body was the most incredibly beautiful sensation in the world.
Lying helplessly beneath her, Rick was nearly delirious with drunken excitement now as he continued to burrow gently into her moistly throbbing young pussy. Torrents of involuntary animal pleasure raced through his muscular body as he thrust his hips upwards, inching his hotly inflated cock deeper and deeper into tier wriggling little cunt. And, finally, miraculously. it was all the way in. His blood-filled cock-head touched the trembling wall of her cervix, making a galvanic surge of energy sizzle through his hotly aroused frame.
All reason and sensibility were driven from his mind now, in an overwhelming cascade of sensual delight. He was so drunk that the entire thing was more like a dream, a hallucination, and he was helpless in its thrall. He began to instinctively rock up and down with a gentle fucking motion, his hugely stiffened rod sliding easily up and down Margie's rapidly stretching vaginal interior. It was incredible how easy it was, and the blonde adolescent seemed to know, unconsciously, exactly how to return his love, for she began to wriggle up and down in perfect rhythm to his thrusts, clutching tightly to his shoulders.
"Oh yes, Daddy ... oh YEEEESSSSS!"
Although her father was vaguely aware that in the morning he would be horrified at his behavior, he was at the present so drunkenly caught in the extraordinary passion that consumed him that he could only surrender to the inevitable. He began to increase his thrusts until the two of them were bobbing up and down faster and faster, while Margie laughed and cried out in complete happiness and drove her drenched little pussy down harder on his upward thrusting cock.
"Oh Margie ... " her father groaned, "My little Margie!"
His young daughter thrilled with happiness to hear him speak her name like that, and she began to bounce up and down with increased abandon, stretching her slender young legs so that he could enter her more easily. Her loins were throbbing with a thrilling, billowing sensation the likes of which she had never remotely experienced before, and she mewled with utter, ecstatic happiness.
Beneath her, her father began to cry out excitedly as he felt his hotly swollen balls begin to churn with the approach of orgasm. His thick seed began to gather inexorably in his testicles, and he increased the frantic tempo of his upward lunges, driving intensely into Margie's wetly stretched little cunt. Then, in the next moment, there was an aching explosion in his loins, and suddenly he was there! Moaning in ecstasy, he jetted streams of hot white cum into the welcoming pussy of his fifteen year old daughter.
"OOOOOOOHHHH!" Margie cried in delight as she felt herself being filled by a hot wetness! She knew her father had reached his climax, and suddenly she felt exploding brightness inside of her own heatedly contracting vaginal walls. It was as if she were suddenly transported on a cloud of pure bliss, billowing above the earth in undreamed-of rapture. She was cumming too! For the first time in her life she was cumming, and with her own father!
On and on the mutual, torrential orgasm came, until, finally, drained and exhausted, Rick's thrusting motions came to a slow stop. Moments later, father and daughter lay together on the bed side by side. Margie demurely rebuttoned the front of her cotton nightgown and relaxed in the deep pleasure of sexual afterglow.
"Daddy, that was so wonderful ... "
Yet, although her father had equally enjoyed his release, in fact had found it far more satisfying than anything he had ever known before, he was filled with remorse, now, at the realization that he had broken one of the greatest taboos ever placed on mankind. He had made love to his own daughter. Yet how could it be wrong when it felt so fantastically good? Where did affection end and morality begin? Where did you withdraw love because of some old stricture? He had no answers to any of these questions, he only experienced deep turmoil and guilt over what had happened.
"Daddy?" Margie asked gently, stroking his curly brown hair with her hand, "What's wrong?"
"Oh honey ... we shouldn't have done this ... it's not right ... "
"Why isn't it right, Daddy? Why?" Margie asked, somewhat tearfully. "If something feels so good like that, if it makes you happy ... then why is it wrong?"
Rick thought for a long time and realized with a start that he had no real answer to give to his young daughter. Was he to begin a lengthy philosophical discussion of right and wrong? After all that had happened, with Vera, with the two boys in the cellar, it seemed ridiculous, absurd. For the first time in his life he had found real peace, in the arms of his daughter, and she, too, apparently, had made a similar discovery. How could he explain why it was wrong?
"I don't know, baby ... maybe nobody knows. You know, if anyone found out what had happened they would be shocked ... even horrified ... you know that, don't you ... ?"
"Yes ... I guess so ... " The blonde fifteen year old pondered thoughtfully on the problem, then finally turned to her father and whispered in his ear, "Then it'll be our secret, Daddy ... our wonderful secret."
Chapter 9
The heavily made-up redhead listened numbly as her ex-prospective husband slammed down the phone. Then slowly she replaced her receiver and sat down, shaken, at the telephone table.
So, she realized anxiously, it was a bust. The whole thing had fallen through. But how? What had gone wrong? Rick obviously hadn't gone to the police, but where were Carlos and Jaime? Instinctively she knew that perhaps it was best not to ponder further. Vera, my deal-, you'd best get your ass out of town, while it's still in one piece.
As she headed for the bedroom, however, she heard her door buzzer. She hesitated, debating whether to answer .or not, then went to the door, opening it slightly, but leaving the safety chain securely locked, she found herself face to face with Carlos and Jaime.
"What do you want?" she hissed through the slightly open door.
"The rest of our money, lady. Remember, we got five hundred more to go."
"What are you talking about ... I just got a call and found out the girl's father knows what happened, that I'm behind it! You're not getting a penny. You blew it."
"You'd better let us in," Jaime snarled, pushing roughly against the door, "You don't want the whole building to know what happened, do you?"
"All right, all right!" Vera acceded, "Stop pushing and I'll let you in."
Moments later, the two Puerto Ricans slipped inside and Vera closed the door quickly behind her, locking it.
"Now you tell me what happened last night."
Jaime curled his thick lips sneeringly back over his white teeth.
"The guy traced us, lady. The girl recognized Carlos from when he was fuckin' you ... Lucky for us he didn't press charges. Don't know why ... Anyway, me and Carlos talked it over and we want the rest of the bread."
"The hell!" Vera turned and reopened the door. "Now get out of here, you scum, and fast."
Carlos and Jaime laughed, and then, reaching quickly into his pocket, the fuzzy-haired youth withdrew a switchblade knife, flicking it open with a vicious click.
"This movie is over for you, baby," he spat, "Now close that door, lock it and take your clothes off."
He approached her slowly, his dark eyes flashing hatred, turning the knife in his hand. Vera closed the door hastily, then backed away, edging towards the bedroom.
"All right, boys, look! Let's not be hasty. I'll pay you your money."
"Oh, that's fine, lady, fine," Jaime whispered, closing the knife and replacing it, still stalking her and letting his eyes rove hungrily over her voluptuous form, clad in the clinging velvet robe she clutched nervously around her. "But first me and Carlos wanna give you some Puerto Rican meat." He reached down, unzipped his fly, and withdrew the rapidly hardening shaft of his penis, holding it menacingly in his hand. "Just right for your big fat cunt, ain't that so?"
"Carlos ... Jaime, please ... " The nervously retreating redhead's bright green eyes darted fearfully back and forth between the two quickly disrobing youths. "Let's not be ugly about it ... perhaps I can accommodate you; we don't have to be enemies ... "
"Shut your mouth, bitch, and get on that bed with your legs spread," Carlos spat, rubbing his hands excitedly over his hotly throbbing cock and balls, "cause we ain't plannin' to leave for a long time yet."
"Yeah ... maybe not for days," Jaime countered, taking out a tube of strange orange-colored paste and rubbing it over his stiffly distended cock, "and we got some friends comin' later ... real nice guys ... gonna give you some Chicano power, baby! VIVA CHICANO!"
"Viva Chicano!" Carlos echoed, watching the now-naked Vera Walton lie back on her wide bed.
The captive redhead fought down a raging anger, knowing full well the two Puerto Rican youths had her in their power. She was trapped now, trapped into submitting to whatever vile perversion crossed their minds, not only with them, but with others who were coming later. She closed her eyes and unaccountably shuddered when she realized that, for the first time in years, there were tears there. Turning, she saw Jaime pulling the window curtain open, a cruel leer on his face.
"Let a little sunshine in, lady ... "
The End
Epilogue
"Oh Daddy, it's perfect, just perfect," Margie cried, running through the empty rooms of the new split-level house in Jericho, Long Island.
"Well, it ought to be," her father said as he followed her into the living room, "for the price. We're damn lucky the bank let me have the loan."
"I'd like to get old-fashioned furniture, though," the blonde youngster said.
A middle-aged man, who had been standing in the hall, came into the room to join them.
"Well, Mr. Peters?" the conservatively dressed man said, "What do you think? She's a beauty, isn't she?"
"Sure is."
"And the Missus seems to like it, too."
Both Rick and Margie turned to look at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" the real estate broker asked, puzzled.
"Well, you see, this young lady is my daughter," Rick explained, smiling.
"Well, I swear," the man replied, glancing at the pretty blonde girl with her hair up and dressed in a snug pantsuit of navy blue, "You almost look old enough to be his wife ... "
"Almost," Margie giggled, taking her father's hand and squeezing it affectionately.
"I hope you'll excuse me," the man said.
"Oh it doesn't matter," Rick replied, 1 zing warmly down at his daughter, "It doesn't matter at all."
