"You're supposed to be an All American boy, Steve. So go easy on that booze. Okay?"
Alicia Grant, a voluptuously built blonde in her early thirties, cast a sideways glance at the muscular young man sitting next to her in the passenger seat of the sleek white M.G. An amused smile played on her full, sultry lips as she thought of the image that most of the world had of Steve Lewis, the famous tennis star. What a joke! she thought as she watched the attractive, dark haired young man swallowing large gulps of bourbon from a small flask. But since she was in charge of public relations for him on this particular trip, she intended to make good and sure that John Q. Public never got a glimpse of the real Steve Lewis. He'd be a complete son of a bitch, if he wasn't so gorgeous, she mused.
Alicia was an excellent driver, far better than Steve, and they both knew it. That was why the honey blonde P.R. woman insisted on driving most of the time. This was a long trip, with endless stops along the way at one boring hick town after the other in behalf of Spears Racket, Inc. Now they were heading into Phoenix, Arizona, where once more Steve would endorse the company's line of tennis rackets, spend a few days there and then move on. They both hoped fervently that the cosmopolitan atmosphere of the town might at least provide them with a few more jaded pleasures than their last half dozen stopovers.
"I sure hope we can have a little fun in this burg!" the languidly reclining youth remarked, casting a depressing glance out the window at the flat Arizona scenery that sped past them on the freeway. "I sure could do with a real hot fuck." He shifted his long legs lazily as he stifled a yawn with one hand.
"Well, thanks a lot, sugar," Alicia said in mock annoyance, exaggerating the trace of a Southern accent in her husky voice, "I'll have you know that you're in the company of one of the most hottest fucks in the world. At least that's what I've been told." The ravishing woman patted a strand of her curly blonde hair in place and reached for the cigarettes beside her.
"Oh, come on now, baby, you know what I mean." A glint of lewd interest flickered in the deep brown eyes of the husky tennis champion and he sat up to get a cigarette out of the pack for his companion. Taking one himself, he lit both. The cigarette showed a great contrast against his deeply tanned fingers as he handed it to Alicia, placing it between the voluptuous blonde's scarlet painted lips. He let his thumb rub sensually against her full lower lip, then dropped his hand down to the deep cleft between her haughtily thrusting breasts where they showed tantalizingly white and soft at the top of her softly clinging black silk like blouse.
For a moment his curious fingers played there, grazing suggestively against the smoothness of her cream-like skin, and then suddenly darted down and across, beyond the decorative ruffles of the blouse, smoothing against the supple swell of Alicia's inviting breast, naked beneath the material of her thin blouse. Taking the soft protrusion of her rapidly hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he began to squeeze it obscenely.
"Mmmmmmmm, oh honey," the blonde cooed.
"Feel nice, sweetie pie?" Steve said, imitating the lazy Southern drawl in Alicia's voice as he continued to squeeze and roll the sensitive button her her nipple between his fingers, feeling it growing harder by the minute.
"It certainly does," she replied, keeping a sharp eye on the road. After all, she didn't want to accidentally careen off the road and end up in a heap. She prided herself with being able to drive well while doing almost anything, and so far on this trip she and Steve had had ample time to prove her pride in safe driving was more than justified. For even while she was passing a slow moving truck, Alicia was able to hold the wheel steady, manage her cigarette deftly in her slender left hand, while at the same time guiding her right hand unerringly towards Steve Lewis's warmly throbbing crotch. Her tapered fingers then began to caress the luxuriously stiffening bulge at the front of his skin tight white pants, feeling the rigid hardness of his ample cock give a little jerk of desire beneath the thin material and grow harder still.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, "You certainly are hot to go."
"Why don't you stop at that motel up ahead," the tennis star suggested. He loved the way Alicia fingered his cock, and his loins throbbed with a steadily rising lust. "Or maybe you could just pull over to the side of the road and suck me off."
"Sugar," the sultry female said, her blue eyes glittering with mischief, "you are a real male chauvinist pig, you know that? I have my rights too, you know, and I like to get my rocks off too."
"Okay then, stop at the damn motel," Steve replied a little sulkily. He didn't like it at all when she talked back to him like that, which she almost always did. So unlike the little adoring teenagers and sex starves housewives of all ages who were eager and ready to do anything the famous player asked of them.
Still, for all her annoying independence, he had to admit that Alicia was an enjoyable traveling companion. It was her presence alone that had turned a routine pubic relations tour into a rampant good time. And besides, he was picking up a hefty salary for Spears Rackets, and inwardly the arrogant athlete knew he didn't have much to complain about.
"Why don't you just wait, honey," Alicia suggested. Yet despite her desire to keep going, the blonde beauty was squriming on the car seat in mounting excitement. The arrogant youth's fingers were still roving maddeningly over her sensitive breasts, making her tingle excitedly all over. Even though the custom built car was air conditioned she could feel a light film of perspiration breaking out over her ravishingly endowed body, especially up between her warmly quivering thighs. "We're almost to Phoenix. Let's just go on into town, meet our host and get it over with. Then maybe we can have a quickie, lover.
Alicia loved her pleasure, but she was a business girl at heart, and took pains to insure that her jaded tastes did not interfere with company duties. However, if and when she could mix the two, then so much the better.
"Alicia baby, sometimes I think you're just a goddamn cock tease."
"Oh yeah?" The amused woman shifted easily into lower gear as she prepared to turn the car off the highway onto an exit ramp. "Listen lover, I'm the best friend your little of cock ever had. Don't you forget it."
Steve was silent, once more staring sulkily out the window. He missed her hand touching him down there, but decided to let Alicia have her own way. After all, it was never very long before the popular tennis player found female companionship, and he'd soon be rolling around in bed with some nice eager pussy, be it Alicia's or some young local girl.
"Listen, Steve," the blue eyed public relations woman said, attempting to soothe his distress, "if you're real good this stop, and don't get nasty with the regional manager like you did in Tucson, and if you just play your little part like a good little boy, then maybe Alicia will find something yummy for you. Something nice and special. How about it?"
Steve said nothing, feighing disinterest. But he had to admit that Alicia was extremely efficient when it came to finding something special. There were those two blonde girls in Palm Springs and the brunette gal he'd spotted in a restaurant, and even the wife of the sheriff of one of the smaller towns a few stops back. Yes, the blue eyed temptress was good at helping him satisfy his insatiable appetites, particularly with the ones that were a little balky and played hard to get.
Steve took his hand from the warm interior of Alicia's blouse and began to whistle a tune to himself. Some of the people he'd met since his big success at the championships a few months before especially one sports reporter, had accused him of being conceited. But he knew that he was in a world apart now, he was a champion! Hadn't he proved that he was just about the best tennis player in the circuit?
Let those stupid newspapers and magazines call him conceited, it didn't matter one bit to the darkly handsome youth, for he felt he'd earned the right to enjoy his success and bask in his own abilities. Particularly after all those years of early morning training sessions with his father. Years of muscle aching labor when his determined parent, himself a top tennis player in his youth, had put Steve through the paces. Four hours before school, four hours after school. In the summer, hitting balls all day long, and sometimes far into the night. He had even come to hate his father for forcing the tortuous routine onto him, depriving him of a normal childhood. But that was how champions were made, wasn't it? And he was a champ now, and entitled to special treatment.
Absorbed so deeply in his thoughts, the young athlete was only vaguely aware that the white M.G. had entered Phoenix.
"Open up my appointment book, would you sweetie?" Alicia's low melodious voice intoned. "I haven't the faintest idea which way we go from here."
"I wonder what this dude is like?" Steve muttered, looking under the dashboard for the little book in which Alicia kept the names and addresses of the various managers.
"Never mind, it's only for a few days. And just think about all that nice loot you're making. You know Spears is putting a hell of a lot of green stuff into this tour."
"But I'm worth it, baby. Don't forget that. Maybe Spears Rackets will get out of the red just because old Steve Lewis says use their lousy tennis rackets."
"What does it say under Phoenix?" Alicia asked wearily, tired of coping with his constant arrogance.
"It says ... Mark Nelson ... 240 Hillside Drive. And there's a phone number.
"Oh yes, Nelson. Well, he's expecting us, so there's no need to call him. Listen, - I'm going to pull over. Why don't you ask that pretty little girl over there how we get to Hillside Drive. Do you want to lay odds again about whether or not she'll know who you are, Stevie baby?"
* * *
Mark Nelson's address of Hillside Drive proved to be a large. old elegant house, located in an exclusive suburb a few miles north of the city, and at the end of along street lined with palms. Steve and Alicia found themselves in front of a heavy iron gate through which, up a long driveway, they could see the elegantly designed mansion.
"This is more like it," Steve whistled appreciatively. At the company's insistence, both he and Alicia had been put up at the various manager's homes, thereby avoiding the added expense of hotel rooms, and generally the self-satisfied youth had been unhappy about the accomodations. However, the impressive home he saw now picked up his spirits considerably. "Looks like this one's got loot. Must be his own money, he certainly didn't make it managing this office."
"Steve, really, that's enough of that kind of talk," Alicia snapped impatiently. "Remember, this time I want you on your best behaviour." The attractive blonde was growing steadily more tired of Steve's childish attitudes, and inwardly began to wish the tour was over.
Driving the car through the open gate, she eased it carefully up the curving driveway and finally parked it in front of the house. Steve got out immediately and began to survey the grounds, but Alicia remained in the car momentarily to check out her appearance in the rear view mirror. Not bad, she thought, arranging a few curls of her hair, not bad at all. Although she was just thirty, the ravishing businesswoman knew she could compete with any woman of any age and come out on top. She readied herself now to turn on the charm with Mark Nelson. Easing out of the car, she saw Steve standing in front of the house, looking fresh as ever in his fitted blue shirt and snug white pants. He had his hands on his hips, and was scrutinizing the house before him and for a moment the older woman felt her heart skip a beat, in spite of her occasional dislike of the youth's egocentric personality. There's no question about it. He's a good looking kid. Too damn good looking, by God!"
"Doesn't look like anybody's home," Steve told her.
"There's got to be, Steve, Nelson's expecting us.
Come on."
They headed up the wide wooden front stairs of the house, and the front door was opened by a tall, handsome man in his late thirties, with thick, dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, and penetrating gold brown eyes. His lean, but muscular body was clad in a conservative sport jacket, tie and brown trousers, but the blonde woman was quick to notice that the man who came forward with the appealing smile to greet them, though hardly a sporty type, was exceptionally attractive and exuded a calm maturity that was a refreshing change from .the dark, youthful surliness of Steve Lewis.
"Hi," the man said, greeting them warmly. "I'm Mark Nelson."
* * *
Mark Nelson had been waiting for over three hours, and had been glad to see the low slung sports car pull up in front of the house. There was nothing he hated more than waiting for people, and this had been a particularly trying experience since his teenage daughter Jeanne had been pestering him all afternoon. All she could talk about was the impending arrival of the tennis star, Steve Lewis.
The handsome father figured that his attractive sixteen year old offspring knew more about the famous champion than he did himself, and he found himself growing somewhat concerned about his having to play host to Lewis and the public relations woman who was accompanying him - it would have been infinitely better all around if a nearbly hotel had been provided for them. But the company insisted, and now Nelson faced the prospect of not only trying to entertain a well known tennis star, but trying to control the excited antics of his unpredictable daughter, who had been bubbling over with wild enthusiasm ever since he had told her, a month earlier, of Lewis' promotional visit to Phoenix.
It would have been different, he knew, if his wife was there to help him, for she would have been able to handle the whole thing beautifully, managing the big house and any number of guests with total aplomb. But Mark's wife Gail had died some five years before, and the manager had never really had the heart to look for a new wife. He had thought about it quite a bit, particularly since he found it difficult raising a young daughter completely by himself. It was hard for a man alone to understand the curious whims of a sixteen year old, and there were many times that Mark had all but thrown his hands up in total despair. But he knew, in his heart, that Jeanne was his responsibility, and his alone, and it was up to him to deal as best he could with the irrespressible adolescent. After all, he'd managed this far, and it probably wouldn't be many years before she was married and had a home of her own.
It disturbed the lonely widower to think that it wouldn't be long before his daughter would be seventeen, and a young woman. He could already see how boys looked at her, and no wonder. She was an extremely pretty auburn haired, green eyed vision of adolescent charm and had a body that was exceptionally well proportioned for her age.
He found himself growing strangely unsettled, even angry, whenever he saw young boys and older men eyeing his beautiful daughter with a look of lewd interest in their eyes. Yet the disturbed father knew he had no right to become so upset over such natural reactions from men, and knew that if there were a woman like Gail in his life, he would be able to handle it with much more aplomb. But since his wife had died, no woman had remotely interested him, and though he knew he was frustrated from the lack of female companionship, he had given up any hope of finding another wife. Somehow all of his anxieties lately had begun to surface as the time for Steve Lewis' arrival grew closer. There was no question that Jeanne was getting almost unmanageable over it, and he inwardly wished the publicity tour wasn't necessary. But one glance in his account books was ample proof that his branch of the Spears Rackets needed a shot in the arm, and the publicity that young Lewis was bringing to the company was already doing wonders for sales.
Yet, as he saw the white M.G. pull up in front of the house, he went outside to greet the new arrivals with mixed feelings. He'd have to make the best of it, that was all there was to it. It was only for a few days, after all. He wondered momentarily why Jeanne hadn't rushed down from her room to beat him to the door. Especially since she had been nearly hysterical all morning in anticipation of the star's arrival. Still, Mark was grateful for her absence at the moment. He was nervous enough as it was. Opening the door, the father saw them coming up the walk. He immediately recognized the tennis champion, slender and handsome, with his dark brown hair and flashing eyes, just like the photos Mark had seen in the papers. But the woman who accompanied him was a complete surprise. She was a spectacularly beautiful blonde dressed in a clinging, ruffled black blouse and white skirt, that amply revealed every tempting curve of her exceptionally full-bodied figure. He hadn't expected such a beautiful woman, and he noted a strange faint awakening in hs loins that seemed to start the minute he saw her.
"Hi," he said, doing his best to greet them cordially and mask his strange inner feelings. "I'm Mark Nelson."
Chapter 2
Later, as they sat comfortably in the spacious living room, having an afternoon drink,
"You have a beautiful house here, Mr. Nelson. May I call you Mark?" the vivacious blonde asked sweetly. "Do call me Alicia. It's so much more casual, don't you think? You have no idea how pleased we are to be staying here. Your house is charming. Did your wife furnish it?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, she did," he replied somewhat awkwardly. He didn't know why it was that every time his eyes made contact with the sultry blonde he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. "She's been dead for some while now though."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," she replied in a properly sympathetic tone. Privately, however, she was delighted to discover that Mark Nelson was a widower, for the experienced woman found herself growing more and more drawn to her handsome host.
Steve, meanwhile, was lounging in a big easy chair, trying to keep from showing his intense boredom. As far as he was concerned Mark Nelson was a square, and he would have preferred to be exploring Phoenix and finding out where all the local hot action was located.
"Awfully big house for just one person, isn't it?" he inquired finally:
"Oh, I don't live here alone," Nelson replied, turning his attention away from the blue eyed female. "I have a daughter, Jeanne. As a matter of fact, I'm rather surprised she isn't downstairs yet. She's been very anxious to meet you, Steve."
"A daughter?" Lewis asked, his interest perked up considerably by this new knowledge. "Is she a little girl?"
"Well, she's sixteen. Not quite a little girl any more," the handsome father replied with a smile. "She's in that difficult in-between stage."
"Well, it'd be nice to meet her," Steve replied, trying to restrain his intense curiousity about what Jeanne would look like.
Mark turned irresistably back to Alicia, who sat next to him on the large velour sofa like a fluffy version of alluring feminity. Her skin was amazingly clear, almost translucent, and the color of peaches and cream. Mark found himself unconsciously staring down at the exposed upper part of her proudly pointed breasts, and was somewhat startled to realize that she wasn't. wearing a stitch of lingerie under the sexy black blouse.
Aware of the handsome man's attention, Alicia languidly crossed her long legs, giving him a glimpse of the sleep taper of her legs. Inwardly she wondered if he would be shocked to discover that she wore no panties beneath her skirt, yet she held back from revealing that much to his vision.
"I suppose we can wait until tomorrow morning to go over your schedule," Mark said, struggling to keep the conversation going. "There's a dinner arranged for this evening with the local Tennis Club, and its members. It's a charity thing. I guess the head office gave you all that information."
Alicia was about to answer when there came the sound of someone coughing. Turning, she saw Jeanne Nelson standing in the doorway to the living room as if making a preplanned entrance.
"Oh, hello everybody!" she said in mock surprise. "I didn't know you had company, Daddy."
Mark gulped and almost spilled his coffee down the front of his shirt as he caught sight of his daughter. She was dressed in one of the smallest bikinis that he had ever seen. He wasn't even aware his daughter owned a bathing suit like that! The green two piece affair showed almost everything of the alburn-haired sixteen year old's curvaceous body, Jeanne had a towel draped over her arm, and her shimmering copper hair was studiously brushed and shining, hanging just so to her naked shoulders.
"This ... this is my daughter Jeanne," Mark stammered. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, and vowed that when he got his daughter alone he was going to turn her over his knee, even if she did consider herself too big to be spanked. Of ail the tricks she had ever played, this was by far the worst, pretending she didn't know he had company, and making an appearance wearing next to nothing at all.
Jeanne entered the room slowly, her eyes glued to Steve Lewis's. Her disturbed father saw, as she got closer, that she was wearing unusually heavy eye shadow and mascara. A far cry from her usual look in blue jeans and T-shirts.
"Oh, hello." she said again as Steve Lewis stood up eagerly to shake her hand. His dark eyes glistened with lewd interest, and they roved almost shamelessly over the scantily dressed teenager's appetizing body. "I'm just on my way to the pool. Out back, you know," she indicated with a toss of her head.
Mark had never felt so powerless before with his headstrong daughter. Obviously she was now willing to go to any lengths to annoy him, and it enraged him inwardly to see the way the young stud was ogling her. God, he was almost undressing her with his eyes! Not that Jeanne hadn't invited him to do so! Although he struggled not to show it, Mark could feel his blood pressure mounting dangerously. Yet somehow he managed to get through the introductions without exploding with rage.
"Do you like to swim?" Lewis asked the teenager.
"Oh yes, loads," Jeanne replied eagerly, "And play tennis too."
Her father thought resentfully of the fact that Jeanne had rarely used the recently installed tennis court, and the pool just barely. He'd had to pay quite a bit for it, even with the company discount. Now she was telling that kid that she did practically nothing else but swim, and play tennis
Meanwhile the jaded tennis star was struggling not to reveal too much of his obscene reaction to the arrival of Nelson's enticing young daughter. There was a steadily mounting pulse of lewd heat burning now in his athletic loins, and he couldn't keep his eyes from roving lovingly along the firm contours of the sixteen year old's slender body. Christ! he thought to himself, what a pair of knockers she"s got. His cock began to lurch hungrily in his tight trousers and he quickly sat down, not wanting to betray his lust to the girl's father. He could see Alicia smiling knowingly at him, but he didn't care about her. He didn't care about anything but the appetizing vision of the scantily dressed redhead. If ever I saw virgin pussy, he mused lewdly, eyeing the tight little vee that nestled between Jeanne's firm, tan thighs, this is it!
Alicia could easily see that Jeanne's father was reacting with barely concealed anger, and to ease the situation, she decided it was time to act. She placed her hand on the handsome father's arm and squeezed it a little bit. Feeling the pressure, Mark turned to the attractive blonde and was once more caught in her voluptuous spell. There was something about her that seemed to absolutely hypnotize him.
"What a lovely girl," she cooed softly. "You must be very proud of her."
"Well ... uh, yes, yes I am." he replied.
"It must be difficult to raise a daughter these days. So much crime and all."
"Yes, I must admit that sometimes it is."
"Daddy," Jeanne said, interrupting their conversation. "I'm going out to the pool now, Okay with you?"
"Sure, Jeanne," he replied, now considerably calmed thanks to Alicia's artful charm. "Have fun."
Turning, the teenager ambled slowly our of the room, and at the moment every eye seemed to focus on the prominent, sensually swaying buttocks of the unpredictable young daughter. Again, Mark felt a throbbing anger rising in him, and it was a relief when his daughter finally left the room.
"So that's Jeanne?" Steve remarked brightly, leaning back comfortably in the armchair.
"Yes," Mark replied, eyeing the arrogant youth with a faint trace of suspicion.
"She's a charming girl," Alicia said, lighting a long cigarette and inhaling the fumes slowly. That little gal had better be careful, she thought to herself.
When Jeanne closed herself in her room, she shivered deliciously. Then she twirled about in adolescent excitement and threw herself on the bed. She shivered again, nudging the firm tips of her fully developed breasts into the mattress until she could feel a warm tingling sensation growing there.
"Oh, Wow!" she said aloud, unable to contain herself, "The way he looked at me!"
Looking from the top of her dresser, as well as from the wall beside her bed Steve Lewis's dark eyes gazed into Jeanne's bedroom. Across from the dresser, a full color poster of the lean tennis champion was tacked on the wall so that it could be seen even while Jeanne looked into the mirror there. Every detail of his tight muscled chest had been memorized now and was permanently etched on the thrilled sixteen year old's brain.
Lewis had recently replaced a popular ski-racer in the young girl's affections, and she had gone to a great deal of trouble to rid her room of all signs of her former idol. Now she was totally infatuated with the handsome young athlete who was the latest hero of the sports world. For the past few months Jeanne had lived and breathed Steve Lewis, and he was the main topic of conversation between her and her best friend Terri. But best of all, and most of all, Lewis was the sole subject of the teenager's daydreaming fantasies. He inhabited that special secret world of hers that no one else knew about, a world that often seemed far more real to the impressionable adolescent than real life. And when she had found out that he was actually going to be visiting Phoenix and staying at her house, she absolutely couldn't contain her rampant excitement. Now he was actually here, downstairs in her very own living room, and Jeanne was sure that she had actually made exactly the kind of impression she had been planning for days.
There was no mistaking that gleam of desire that she'd spotted in his darkly flashing eyes when she'd made her appearance in her skimpy bikini. The infatuated girl had tried on dozens of bathing suits in the store before she finally selected this daring model, and now she knew that her care had paid off. He was definitely interested in her! Jeanne thought now, with utter disdain of all the boys she knew at school. Just like babies, she told herself. Steve Lewis is a real man! And I, no matter what you think, Daddy, I am a real woman!
The wildly happy adolescent took a deep breath and closed her eyes tight, reliving every moment of the tension charged meeting that had taken place only moments before. Then she tried to relax herself, for in the next few minutes, she decided, she was going to try her experiment again. And this time it would be all the more real, since she had actually met her dream lover, actually touched him.
Slowly, she turned over on her back and parted her long tapered legs just slightly. Then, with the slender fingers that had recently touched Steve Lewis's hand, she touched the soft down covered skin of her sloping belly, then moved them slowly toward the edge of her bathing suit bottom. Jeanne's full pink lips quivered in youthful excitement and she let her tongue make a lazy wet trail across them. Her auburn hair lay in a disheveled froth about her head, as her thought centered on her latest idol.
"Oh Steve ..." she moaned lovingly, "Steve ..." It was not the first time she had called him like that, in a romantic fantasy, but this time, since she had met him, the daydreaming teenager was able to make herself really feel that Steve was with her. He was actually in the room! In fact, in her mind, it was his hand touching her, not her own delicate fingers. His hand was lifting the elastic edge of her skimpy bathing suit and insinuating itself downward to touch the soft little mound of her virginal little pussy, grazing the copper silken hair that covered it.
"Oh Steve - you shouldn't ... we shouldn't,"she mewled dreamily, lost completely in her dream-life. Her thighs, already slightly parted, parted a little farther. Her young heart beat wildly in her chest, and she could feel the blood racing hotly through her veins. Her adolescent body quivered as a heated sensation of desire filled her belly, a desire made all the more acute because it had never actually been fulfilled. Oh, how much she wanted him, needed him! Her finger moved slowly down into the tendrils of pubescent red hair until she reached the tight little cleft of her innocent cunt. There her sensitive pussy flesh pulsed with a slowly-rising moistness as she began to imagine what it would be like the first time she was alone with her young idol. Her back arched slightly off the bed as her fingers searched downwards into the folds of her softly hidden cuntal flesh. With a rapturous sigh of lust, she found the throbbing tip of her clitoris, and a sharp hot thrill rushed up her spine as the tender wet surface was exposed to her hungry self manipulation.
Then, the romantically dreaming tennager began a steady back and forth motion with her outstretched middle finger, rubbing the satiny tissue of her virgin pussy and making them respond with sizzling ripples of pleasure that coursed upward to every part of her slender young body.
"Oh Steve darling. Darling," she chanted as lurid sensations of erotic hotness churned shamelessly in her adolescent loins. "Oh how much I want you!"
Soon the mounting flashes of desire became almost overwhelming, as Nelson's sixteen year old daughter continued to greedily rub her lust swollen clitoris, all the while imagining that it was Steve Lewis teasing her vaginal flesh with his own strong masculine fingers. Irresistible torrents of forbidden pleasure shot through her thrashing limbs, and a wonderfully pleasurable radiance seemed to surround her like a magic cloud. Deep in her thrilled young heart she knew that what she only imagined would soon be real, that soon she would be in Steve Lewis's arms and moaning to him just as she moaned to herself in the seclusion of her second floor bed room.
At that moment an aching, billowing sensation overwhelmed her adolescent loins and she knew she had reached the apex of self induced pleasure.
"Uuunnggghhh," she groaned rapturously as the waves of her orgasm swept over her wildly writhing body. "Ooohhh Steeevieee!"
Chapter 3
It was a bright sunny Saturday, the follwoing morning, and Mark, his daughter Jeanne and Alicia and Steve were all up early to attend the important reception at the Spears Rackets outlet in downtown Phoenix. The room was crowded with reporters and eager fans, all equally curious about the world famous athlete. Alicia, dressed in a fashionable dress of pale pink chiffon, was pleased at the turnout, and relieved to note that Steve was handling the questions from the reporters with unusual finesse. To each query about his romantic life, his preference in clothes and cars, the slender athlete was perfectly enacting the role of the bashful All American boy, and the blonde publicity woman knew that one and all were charmed and satisfied. She wondered what the repercussions would be if the world at large knew the sordid reality of Steve Lewis, a reality that shocked even her, sometimes.
Nearby, in the crowded room she could see Mark and his daughter watching Steve at work with the reporters. Alicia had paid particular attention to the girl during the demonstrations that Steve - in his tight tennis shorts that revealed almost every line of his tightly muscled, sun tanned frame - had earlier put on in one of the company's courts. The teenager had stared at him with utter adoration, and it was a look that Alicia had seen hundreds of times. Knowing that Steve was eager to take advantage of the girl's apparent devotion, the experienced blonde was curious to know what was in store for the rest of the week-end. Not only for Steve, but for herself as well.
The ravishing blonde remembered sitting next to Mark the evening before at the welcoming dinner given by the Tennis Club. Through all the speeches, through the roast beef, under the cooked green beans and lumpy potatoes, through the soggy pie, Alicia had let her leg be rubbed persistently against Jeanne's father's knee. Not crudely, of course, but in such a way that she knew that handsome father would wonder if it was happening on purpose. At the same time, nothing in her sophisticated manner of conversation revealed for a moment that she was making subtle contact with him under the table.
I think Mark Nelson's been without a woman for much too long, she mused to herself as the conference continued. Such a waste. Such a strong, good looking man, with that lovely thick hair, I'll bet he's got a terriffic cock, too!
The voluptuous woman ambled slowly across the room, easing her way through the crowd toward Mark and his daughter. She felt particularly good this morning, and felt it quite a challenge to her potent charm to insinuate herself closer to the rather withdrawn father. As she got nearer to the tall, introspective man, she felt . a little telltale tremor in the pit of her belly.
Mmmmmmm, she thought, little Alicia could sure use some nice hard fucking!! She laughed inwardly at her own promiscuity, recalling that Steve had intruded into her bedroom earlier that morning for a quickie. Just an appetizer! she mused as the sultry beauty took Mark's arm in a friendly manner and smiled brightly up at him.
"Did you enjoy the demonstration, Jeanne?" she asked leaning over to whisper to the smiling teenager, and at the same time letting her fingers sink into the unsuspecting father's firm arms.
"Oh yes," Jeanne replied breathlessly. "It was wonderful." Yet, at the same time, the sixteen year old girl was beginning to wonder just what the relationship between her tennis player and his voluptuous self assured publicity manager was. Were they just good friends, as Steve had explained to her last night at the big dinner? Or were they more than that? After all, how could any woman not be attracted to the lean, dark haired athlete? How could any woman not want him? They'd be crazy if they didn't!
She glanced somewhat resentfully at her father, still smarting from the little talks he'd been having with her since her appearance in the bikini the previous afternoon. How dare he treat me like a child? she thought. It was clear to the adolescent girl that her father didn't know the slightest thing about women. He certainly didn't understand his daughter, and she doubted that he ever would. Meanwhile, she harbored the special knowledge that she was going to take Steve sightseeing that afternoon after the conference, and as far as she was concerned nobody could stop her from doing that. She'd already told her friend Terri about it on the phone, although she hadn't as yet, informed her father what she had planned.
At that moment, a burst of applause indicated to all of them that the press conference was over, and soon after Steve made his way through the crowd towards them, still clad in his tight, tennis shorts, his dark hair appealingly tousled and curly, and self confidence radiating from every pore.
"Greetings, all!" he said, allowing his special twinkle to be directed toward Jeanne.
"Fine show, Steve," Mark remarked with apparent sincerity. Yet the youthful athlete could detect an undertone in the older man's voice that distinctly said: Stay away from my daughter! There was no question that Jeanne's father was eager for Steve and his daughter to stay as far apart as possible, but as far as Steve was concerned, that was merely an extra, intriguing challenge to be overcome. Nothing was going to stop him from slipping his hot cock up into that teenager's nice tight little virgin cunt. And he knew that Alicia was only too eager to help him out, having her own designs on the girl's father.
"Mark, let's go into the office for a moment," Alicia said, as if instinctively following Steve's train of thought, "I want to discuss a few details of the promotion campaign with you."
"Fine," Jeanne's father replied. He followed the beautiful blonde dutifully into the office, yet paused momentarily to shoot a backward glance at his daughter. "I'll be right back, Jeanne."
"All right, Daddy," she replied sweetly.
As soon as they were gone, Steve took her by the hand.
"Are you ready, beautiful? I can't wait to see the sights."
"Yes! ... Yes, I'm ready," she breathed.
"Is there a way out of here that won't take us back through that damn ' crowd?" Steve asked, indicating the chattering group of fans and reporters who looked about ready to descend on the famous athlete with a new barrage of questions.
"Yes, this way. Come on." The excited young girl let the way around to a side exit that not only allowed them to escape from the crowd, but from her father's sight too! Within moments they were seated in the gleaming white M.G., and without a word the young man put the car into first gear and sped off with his adoring adolescent prize. He could already feel his thickening cock throbbing with hungry stiffness in anticipation of what was to come, very very soon!
* * *
Later, Alicia stood in the kitchen of the Nelson home, mixing two tall drinks and smiling like the Cheshire cat. She had persuaded Mark to bring her back to the house, although with considerable difficulty. The suspicious father had become furious when he discovered that his daughter had gone off with Steve, and it took every ounce of the sultry female's charms to convince him that he had nothing to fear. Now she hoped that the strong drinks she was making would help soothe him even further. He was in the living room, patiently waiting for her and cooling down.
The voluptuous blonde added the last touch of decor to the drinks, and regarded her work with satisfaction. Her father had taught her to mix excellent he-man drinks. He had taught her a few other things, too, she remembered somewhat ruefully. Like the night he'd gone out after a boy, with a bull whip in his hand, after the boy had brought her home too late. Daddy was a little old fashioned, she thought, with a slight trace of bitterness, as she placed the drinks on a tray and headed into the living room. She saw Nelson slumped dejectedly in a chair, a defeated look on his ashen face.
"Hi there! Look, I've brought us a little refresher!"
Mark looked up and gratefully took the tall frosty drink.
"Cheer up, Suh!" the attractive woman bubbled, sitting directly across from him with her own drink. She enjoyed exaggerating her southern accent for certain occasions. "Listen, I told you that Steve is a good little boy. Wouldn't hurt a fly. And I just have a feeling that Jeanne is not the type of girl who'd do anything that wasn't proper for a lady."
Mark sighed and straightened up a bit.
"I hope you're right," he said.
"Listen, of course I'm right. You just listen to little of Alicia. I never did meet a father so concerned as you are. Not that I don't think it's admirable, mind you. But I do think you ought to relax Anyway, I'd rather have a little fun just talking about us."
Mark could feel his head clearing as he looked up at the ravishing young woman across from him. He realized he'd been much too overly concerned about his daughter, and finally decided that Alicia was right. In reality he very much wanted to talk to the voluptuous creature who sat so gracefully near. In fact, except for his almost neurotic concern about Jeanne, he'd thought about little else since yesterday evening. It had seemed to him that there was unusually intimate contact between him and the ravishing female at the club dinner, and more than once he had experienced an aching pulsation in his loins when her knees had. brushed against his under the table.
"I'm glad that we have this little time alone, frankly," Alicia said, sipping her drink languidly. Her soft chiffon dress seemed to billow around her like a cloud as she crossed her long shapely legs, and Mark was surprised to find that he was able to see a portion of her naked, hair lined pussy! She wasn't wearing any panties! A sharp stab of lust rocked suddenly through the older man's gut, and his cock became involuntarily stiff in the confines of his conservative pants.
Seeing that Jeanne's father had noticed her lack of panties, Alicia winked with just a trace of lewdness.
"You know, Mark, I think you're an awfully good looking man. I don't often meet such a real gentlemen in my line of work."
"I ... Oh ... thank you." he stammered awkwardly. He wondered if Alicia was able to see the raging hardness of his lust stiffened cock, and he shifted slightly in his seat in unconscious modesty. His brain reeled with confused emotions, wondering if the provocatively clad career woman was aware that he'd gotten a tantalizing glimpse of her naked pussy. And also whether he had found himself interested in a woman - not since his wife's death, and it was certainly years since a female as incredibly desirable as Alicia had made a pass at him. She was so fantastically beautiful with a genteel softness about her that made him somewhat unsure that she was actually encouraging his lustful feelings. Yet overriding this mass of confused thoughts was one clear feeling: He wanted Alicia Grant more than any woman he had ever met, even his wife.
"You know, Mark," she continued in a low, silky voice. "I can see that you like me too." She. let her eyes glance down to rest directly on the thick bulge of his excitedly throbbing cock.
"I ... I don't know what to say, Alicia ... . "
"You don't have to say a word." She stood up, graceful as a cat, and walked over to take his hand. "Come on. I think we'd be much more comfortable over there on the sofa."
Silently, Mark followed her, inhaling her sweetly scented perfume, looking at the pale and delicate nape of her neck beneath her blonde curls. He carried along his drink, and when Alicia had installed herself on the sofa, reclining lazily, he sat down beside her and took a long swallow on it. The softness of the sultry female's dress rode up over her thighs, now completely exposing the soft sikly tendrils of her pussy hair, a more subdued color than the shimmering mass of curls on her head. Her smooth white belly glistened above as Alicia sighed and spoke again.
"You know its not very often that I have such immediate rapport with a man. I feel as if I know you, Mark, even though in reality I know very little about you. Did you love your wife?"
Mark was taken aback for a moment. No one had ever asked him such a question. After all, one was always supposed to have loved one's wife, especially if she was dead.
It was amazing, but Alicia really did seem to know him inside out, and he had an uncanny feeling that she either knew or sensed things that he. had kept secret from the world and perhaps even from himself. What was there to say? He could lie and say yes, he loved her, but to what end? No, Gail had been a beautiful but selfish woman. The most he could say she had ever given him was this house, inherited from her family, and his daughter, Jeanne. As for any love having passed between them, well no! The disturbed father remembered vividly the prim, school girl lovemaking that Gail had always insisted on. He'd rarely even seen her naked. She was always running to cover herself up if he happened to walk in while she was dressing. Being with her in bed had been even more frustrating, for she always kept a tight rein on her erotic feelings, never seeming to enjoy sex and never wanting to. No, he couldn't say that he had loved her.
"Well, I see I've given you some food for thought," Alicia commented. "But never mind, it's not important really. What matters is you and me. And your drink. Do you like it?"
"Oh yes," he replied, gazing warmly into her clear blue eyes. "In fact it's having a very fine effect on me. It makes me feel very good."
The handsome older man was surprised to realize that the drink had suddenly made him feel far less inhibited than usual. Irresistibly, he reached over with one hand and began tracing small lines along the revealed whiteness of Alicia's skin. Somehow he wasn't as terribly shocked by her as he had been a few moments before. The tantalizing woman shivered for a moment at the contact of Nelson's fingers against the softness of her flesh.
"Mmmmmmm, makes you more outgoing too. For awhile there I thought you'd never even touch me.
"That was a million light years ago, I think," he said warmly, smiling down at her and feeling flushed and stimulated by the nearness of her radiant body and the potency of the drink. He glanced at the thin, hair trimmed lips of her vagina, clearly visible between her slightly parted legs, staring hard at the intimate spot without blushing, and as she opened her legs a little wider, he smiled. He could see that she was already excited, for there were little glistening drops of moisture rising between her legs, shining in the narrow little slit of her pussy as she exposed herself to him. Jeanne's father could feel the heat in his own body rising rapidly.
Slowly, while he watched in spell bound fascination, she began to undo the small buttons that lined the front of her chiffon dress. Bit by bit he was treated to more and more of Alicia's strikingly beautiful body. The dress fell away with a whisper, and the full naked mounds of her upthrusting breasts, tipped with softly throbbing pink nipples, pulsed sensuously beneath his lustful gaze.
"My God, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed, staring down at her lewdly revealed nakedness. It was all he could do to keep from throwing himself down onto her and taking her brutally at that very moment. But he sensed that would be a fatal mistake. Alicia was no doubt the kind of woman who would expect more than that. She would want some real seduction.
"Glad you like me, sugah!" she beamed up at him, her eyes somewhat glazed with the urgent desire that was building up inside her. "Why don't you put that drink down, honey? So we can get to know each other better."
Quickly, Mark did as he was told and noticed, as he placed his drink on the table, that his hand was trembling. He turned back to her, and the love hungry beauty reached up and pulled him down over her half naked body. One of his legs eased between her open thighs, and he could feel the supple softness of her lush body beneath him as she breathed deeply, almost as if she wanted to take him into her completely. Her warm fleshed thighs moved up against his lust swollen cock bringing it to a full and painful hardness.
With mounting desire, Mark thrust his tongue deep into her open mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling expertly until he felt chills running up and down his spine. His tormented cock began seeping drops of impatient moisture from the blood engorged tip, and the wildly excited man knew he would soon have to take off his pants.
Gasping for air, he pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensation of her torrid kiss, but then found himself irresistably drawn back to her again. Their lips met in a kiss that was even more fiery than the first, and he realized she was quivering beneath him as her thighs moved obscenely against his loins.
"Oh, I want you to fuck me, Mark," she breathed up at him.
Jeanne's father broke into a hot sweat and his restless long denied cock surged with aching hardness up against her.
"Do you want to fuck me too?" she asked urgently. "Do you?"
"Oh yes! yes! God yes!"
"Then tell me about it darling, Alicia wants to know how you want to fuck her. Please!"
Mark was tongue tied for a moment. He had never met anyone like the beauty he now held in his arms, and although he was slightly shocked by her brazenness, it also called forth a wild animal lust in him that had been buried for much too long. He knew then, what he wanted to say. "I want to fuck you deep and hard." he growled in a thick, passion filled voice, "I want to fuck you so hard you have to beg for mercy!" The unfamiliar language rolled from his lips, making him feel incredibly potent, somehow more of a man than before. And it was true. What he was saying was absolutely true!
"Then Christ! let's take our clothes off, honey, before I die of frustration!"
Quickly she eased him away from her arms and soon Mark found himself squirming out of his shirt and T-shirt, then going hurriedly on to his belt. Standing up, he saw that Alicia had swiftly thrown her dress to the floor, and he gasped as he saw her lying in total cream-white nakedness on the velour couch. He was a little self-conscious with her steady gaze on him as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. His straining cock was tenting his shorts in lewd promise of the good fucking to come, and the handsome father had a moment of difficulty in removing them because of it.
"My, my! Alicia murmured, and Mark instinctively knew that she approved of the sight of his nakedly throbbing cock at last released and ready for action. How long has it been, he wondered ruefully, how long has it been since I've felt like this? Too goddamned long!
He moved back to her and lay on the wide sofa beside the white silken form of the blonde haired woman taking her into his arms with one strong motion. One hand moved down to cup the supple smoothness of her well rounded ass cheeks. Her body was warm and soft against him as she raised her face to his. Locking her mouth tightly against her lips, and her hands moved down quickly between their panting bodies to graspt the raging hardness of his desire ladened cock. The eager man gasped as her cool fingers closed around his straining cock. No one had ever touched him like that, so boldly, so skillfully.
He found himself consumed with hot spasms of lust at her touch, and growing wildly aroused by the almost obscene scent of her perfume mixed with her natural female bodily scents. Her lips were soft and gave way willingly beneath the hard pressure of his teeth and tongue as he explored every crevice of her mouth.
Beneath him Alicia arched her entire body up off the couch, crushing herself against him, grinding her heated loins tightly up to his as she opened her legs wide to take him between them.
I wonder how Steve is making out with darling little Jeanne? she thought wryly as she felt Mark's fingers moving across the softness of her fluttering belly, then touching and easing the warm moist flesh of her pussy lips apart to give his impatient pulsing cock a better vantage point for fucking.
"Oh honey," the hotly aroused blonde groaned, "take me now! Put your thick hard cock into me right now!" She was moaning into Mark's mouth, her blue eyes shut tight, her nakedly trembling loins grinding lasciviously upward to meet his.
The sex driven widower couldn't hold back another second and he flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his lust hardened cock high up into the tender confines of the writhing woman's hungrily flowering pussy.
"Oohhh!" she moaned in pleasure beneath him as the warm snug sheath of her hot clasping cunt slipped wetly over Mark's sensitive cock shaft. His crazily lurching rod of maleness, too long denied full masculine release, raced far up into the quivering female's hair-fringed pussy, hot and tight at first, then elastically widening as he drove deeper up inside of her.
"Oh Christ!" he gasped as he pinned the voluptuous creature to the sofa, his sperm swollen balls slapping lewdly against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks. He knew this was not going to be enough, that he was going to have to have her more than once, for the animal instincts that now overwhelmed him would not be satisfied so quickly with just one fast fuck. He needed more, much more.
The blonde haired promotional manager screamed _ a low animal-like moan beneath the hungry thrusts of Jeanne's father, and she began to twist her hips in shameless abandon, screwing her nakedly aroused loins tighter up against him.
Finally, he filled her wetly welcoming pussy to the brim, and she lay for a moment as though stunned. Mark reveled with pleasure at the power of his position over this sophisticated female. She was his now, he thought triumphantly, and despite his lack of full sexual release in the past years, he was determined now to fuck her barbarically. As she lay impaled beneath him, the sex-starved man made the head of his cock jerk lewdly within the tight walls of her wildly contracting pussy. He heard Alicia groan obscenely once more, and looking down at her delicate features saw them contorted with agonizing pleasure.
He began to fuck her slowly, then, with long smooth strokes listening while she mewled ceaselessly beneath his hard thrusting loins, opening and closing her lithe, tapered legs around his hips as she worked up and down, meeting him thrust for wild, lust charged thrust. Alicia's mouth gaped open wide as she tried to suck in air, and the tempestuous creature's soft blonde hair tossed from side to side on the couch in wild abandon.
"Oh Mark, baby, it's good, soooo goooood!" she breathed huskily. "Oh my God what a good fuck you are!"
Nelson smiled and exulted at her words of praise. Inspired he wormed his hands beneath her gyrating hips and clung to her quivering ass cheeks as he increased the tempo of his lewd assault, driving his raging cock rhythmically up into the heated wetness of her ever-widening cunt. By cupping her pliant ass cheeks he could manipulate Alicia's loins any way he wanted, and now he bore down into her with renewed excitement.
His pistoning cock was growing and expanding inside her passion drenched cunt walls until it felt as if it was going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his loins. His hairy balls slapped heavily against the split of her cream white buttocks like a pendulum. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had to cum, and he wanted her to have her release with him as well. Furiously, the muscular widower began to ram into her with longer and harder strokes.
Within a few minutes he could tell she was nearing her orgasm, for the lust driven blonde gripped him tightly between her tensed thighs, opening and closing them in perfect time to his Cunt plumbing lunges. He knew he had to bring her even closer now, for his own release was only split seconds away. He had to make it happen for her before it was over for him!
"Fuck me lover! Give me more cock, more!" she cried up at him, beginning to chant all the obscene words that came into her head as though she were losing her mind. She groaned unashamedly as her heels pounded against his heaving back, and her knees pressed back hard against her heaving breasts, offering him the full area of her hotly upturned, sex wet pussy. "I 'm c u m m m m m i n nnnggg," she gasped suddenly, "CUUMMMINNNGG!"
The feverishly aroused woman began a lewd dance upward against Mark, spreading her trembling legs still wider, and then squeezing them tight around his fast pumping loins. He battered against her open pussy now with every bit of strength he possessed, looking down into her unseeing eyes as he drove into her hotly writhing body like a charging, goring bull.
Alicia uttered a long, low cry that chilled Jeanne's father through and through and forced the cum upward from the depths of his hot madly churning balls. Deep within her raging cunt, he could feel the slender channel of her moistly heated cunt widening and then sucking wildly at his lust maddened cock. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and he throbbed the muscles of swollen male hardness deep up into her as she screwed herself up onto his thrusting cock and held on tight, letting her loins jerk spasmodically against his tense, taut belly.
Great swirls of lewd, aching heat were building deep in his straining testicles as he watched her lust twisted face below him. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap and he groaned crazily over and over again. His lips worked feverishly, as if he were talking to himself insanely and the lust inflamed hardness of his cock seemed to expand beyond the limits of reality.
In the next moment the pleasure drenched man reached his apex of passion, and it was unlike any moment that Mark Nelson had ever known before. Gone were all the thoughts of his willful young daughter, gone was any sense of reason or morality. The only thing that mattered now was the present, and the phenomenal sense of savage excitement that this shameless blonde called up from the deepest recesses of his mind and loins.
A guttural groan started from somewhere deep inside him, and an acute sensation in his balls told him that his cum had started the mad journey from his balls towards the highest point of Alicia's wetly heated pussy. His breath was coming in short, desperate gasps now and suddenly he was there! Jets of white hot cum shot like bullets out of the blunt bulbous tip of his throbbing cockhead and traveled far up into the depths of the climaxing woman's softly quivering belly. He could feel both their cum mingling in an obscene wet pool of bliss, a bliss of sheer pleasure that the sex-denied widower had never known existed. On and on the tempestous orgasm came until finally they drained their torrid passion to the last.
A few minutes later, they lay together on the wide sofa, breathing softly in post-coital weariness, and Nelson knew instinctively that what had just happened between him and the sultry public relations woman had changed his life completely, and it was definitely for the better.
"Oh honey," Alicia sighed pleasantly, "that was just wonderful. Really wonderful. But you know what they say, don't you?"
"What's that?" Mark inquired with an amused smile on his lips.
Alicia let her slim hand travel down to grasp the shaft of Nelson's now limp cock, and immediately, at her provocative touch, it began to throb once more with a lewd life of its own.
"They say that once is not enough ..."
"Funny," the handsome father replied, pleased to feel his cock begin to harden with excitement again. "I was just thinking the same thing myself - shall we have an encore?"
Chapter 4
"You haven't seen any of the sights yet, Steve!"Jeanne protested as Steve Lewis parked the M.G. underneath some trees near the crest of the hill overlooking Phoenix.
"It'd be much more fun to sit and talk, don't you think? Besides, it's getting awfully hot. I'm not used to this kind of sun."
Jeanne got out of the sleek car and glanced around. They were near a wooded grove on a ridge above the city, and there was not a nouse for miles around. Although she had been vaguely disturbed that Steve had suddenly detoured out of the city like that, she was also vastly thrilled to be alone with him. Wait until I tell Terri about this! she thought gleefully. He knees felt weak and trembled slightly as she strolled toward the edge, with the famous tennis star following close behind her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her brain reeled with a curious mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Yet, above all, there was the thrilling awareness that she was completely alone with the wonderful Steve Lewis!
At that moment the young redhead was startled to feel the athletic youth put his arm around her waist as they continued to walk toward the edge. Little chills of plesure seemed to race up and down the adolescent girl's spine. Finally, they were by the rim, overlooking the city, and although the excited teenager appeared to be glancing casually at the view, all she was conscious of was Steve's arm around her, warm and tight, the fingers of his right hand moving sensually at her waist, and making her skin grow shivery with delight. How could she ever describe it to Terri? The intensity of her emotion made her throat feel dry, and she was afraid to speak for fear that her voice would betray her emotions.
"Nice spot here," Steve said, "very pretty." But Jeanne was aware that he was looking directly at her, and not at the scenery. She could feel the color rising in her cheeks, and the side of her face, where Steve was gazing at her, was growing hot. She continued to stare sightlessly into the horizon, afraid to meet his penetrating dark eyes.
Dimly, her father's instructions and warnings came surging back into her mind, and for a moment the nervous teenager wished that she had obeyed him. After all, she was in a completely isolated spot, with a handsome young man she hardly knew. What was she letting herself in for? Perhaps her father was right to tell her never to let herself get in a vulnerable position with a man, particularly Steve Lewis.
"Penny for 'em?" Steve said.
Jeanne jumped slightly, startled by his voice. His hand was still moving provocatively at her waist.
"What?" she asked nervously.
"What are you thinking about?" He increased the pressure of his arm around her.
"Oh, nothing - really."
"Well, come on then. Let's sit down over there and we can both think about nothing."
Jeanne laughed in spite of herself. She was beginning to feel a little better as the lean athlete led her to a shady spot under a big tree. After all, wasn't this what she'd always wanted, what she'd always dreamed about? She was being foolish to be so silly and nervous, like a little kid. Sitting down, she could feel the sparse grass and sand beneath her buttocks through the light, cotton summer dress she wore, and the tree bark was hard but not uncomfortable as she leaned back against it. Immediately Steve's arm went around her shoulders and he pulled the surprised young girl toward him with a strong motion that took her breath away.
"Oh .-. . " she gasped. But at that moment his face was nearing hers and before the teenager could protest, his warm full found hers and his tongue darted in between them to search out her tongue. Jeanne felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Little ripples of~desire coursed through her young body and she found herself unable, even unwilling to resist him. She began to kiss him back, timidly at first, then with greater passion.
The naive girl had been kissed before, but only by inexperienced schoolboys, never by a real man like this! Steve's hotly moving tongue in her mouth sent violent chills of excitement surging through her trembling young body. Her mind was a whirling vortex of romantic love, adoration and untapped sexual desire. She had never dared dream that anything in life could be this wonderful and that she, Jeanne Nelson, would be in the arms of international tennis player Steve Lewis. It was excruciatingly pleasurable, completely beyond anything she had ever known before in her young life. Dimly she was aware of the young athlete's boldly exploring hands: one still encircling her shoulder, the other clasping her around the waist.
They began to move towards her breasts from different directions, sliding sensuously over her unresisting body until he was actually touching her there. The touch of his hands on her innocent breasts jolted the romantic girl back into reality, and began to resist, murmuring protests and struggling weakly to pry his hands away, but there was no stopping the determined young man.
"Steve, no, we shouldn't," she whispered, writhing away from him, but the strong youth pressed her back against the tree and began to caress the firmly ripening mounds of her breasts with hungry hands. Despite her anxiety, the touch of his hands on her breasts, even through the dress and brassiere, made the made the naive teenager tingle with pleasure. An incredibly warm feeling of sensual desire emanated from the proudly pointed mounds to every part of her helpless young body. Before Jeanne knew what was happening, the sex-driven champion's hands were running all over her body with growing urgency, stroking and massaging the pliant fullness of her breasts, the soft roundness of her hips and her firm, resilient thighs. A tide of passion seemed to overwhelm the young girl, driving all reason from her inexperienced mind.
Steve's fingers began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up until he could grasp and caress the soft covering nylon of her panties.
Jeanne moaned quietly under his persistent touch, knowing that she should stop him, yet powerless to do so. His hands were moving up, up, just as they had in her bedroom fantasies, until they found the tight elastic of her panty legband and gently, but insistently, he pushed it aside so that his middle finger could insinuate itself within the heated area of her sparsely hair covered pussy lips. Mark's daughter wriggled helplessly under the aroused Steve's touch, unable to resist the demands of her young, yearning body.
Slowly Steve tugged at the brief panties, exultant in the knowledge that this teenage beauty was surrendering to his eager seduction. His cock, stiff with aching lust, pulsated wildly inside the tight confines of his pants. He wanted desperately to release it immediately so that he could have relief from this sweet torture but he was afraid of frightening the sixteen year old by moving too early, and fuck. No, things were going too well, very well, in fact, for him to take a chance on going too fast with the naive young girl. A trickle of perspiration ran down the side of his neck as he distracted Jeanne with a series of passionate kisses. Meanwhile, he deftly eased her flimsy white panties down further until finally they were all the way off.
"Steve, no, we've got to stop now," Jeanne whispered anxiously as she realized her panties had been pulled off. "Please!"
The lust-driven young tennis player had no intention of stopping now. He was too close to the victory he'd been thinking about from the minute he'd arrived in Phoenix. He moved away from her a bit, and then knelt up over her, leaning in toward the partly naked girl. Hungrily his eyes took in the coppery vee of her naked young pussy.
Jeanne was shivering in both fear and desire as Steve continued to regard the most intimate part of her body. No one had ever looked at her pussy before, ever, except in her dream would, and the shocking reality of it made the bewildered teenager want to scramble away from this stranger and run home. Her father was probably furious at that very moment, for by now surely he knew she had gone off with Steve against his wishes. For the first time, she truly regretted what she'd done, for what had seemed so simple before, now became frightening and complicated.
"No ..." she pleaded, her eyes growing wide with fear. But Lewis shushed her as though he were talking to a baby, his voice was soft and persuasive.
"You're so beautiful down there, Jeanne. Let me look at you. Oh please! It's so beautiful." His soothing words seemed to calm the anxious girl, and carefully Steve place his palms flat against the inside of her whitely trembling thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft, fleshy lips of her virginal pussy. Then he drew the hair-fringed lips slowly apart, with a torturing outward movement of his thumbs until the entire moist pink crevice of her pussy was at the mercy of his obscene gaze.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Jeanne moaned as a ripple of helpless desire sizzled in her pussy.
Steve watched the pulsating vaginal flesh greedily for a moment, and then, with an animal groan of lust he suddenly dropped his head and burried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the warm, throbbing walls of her tender young cunt.
Jeanne jerked back in surprise, a soul searing moan escaping her lips as she ground her nakedly exposed buttocks down into the earth beneath her, trying to escape the maddening assault on her innocent vagina. This was something she had never fantasized, in fact, she had never even heard of it! But it was shockingly real! She was really being licked on her virginal young pussy by the famous tennis champion she'd long dreamed of making love with! Wow!
"No, OOOOHHH NOOOOO!" she whimpered beneath his depraved attack. Quickly her hands reached down to grasp his dark hair, and she began to push and pull at it in an attempt to push the wet presence of Steve's tongue from her naked cunt flesh.
But it was no use, for the agile tongue kept working insistently at the young girl's defenselessly spread pussy flesh worming its way in and out of her spasming cunt and slipping back and forth over her youthfully throbbing clitoris. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing the mascara she had patiently applied earlier that day to make herself look more mature. With a shudder of fear, she knew she would never be the same. Steve Lewis was doing something horribly perverse to her, shattering her romantic fantasies completely. She would never get over it, never! Horrified, she watched as his head bobbed darkly up and down, ignoring her tugs at his hair and continuing the lewd licking between her helplessly spread legs.
Once more she wished she had listened to her father's warning words of advice, for now she had unwittingly let herself in for the lewdest imaginable sexual assault, just as he had predicted! It was horrible! Her belly trembled anxiously as these fearful thoughts surged in her brain. Yet, at the same time, the scintillating flashes of sheer pleasure that had been insinuating themselves in her defenselessly pinioned young body began to mushroom, rising within her like a tidal wave of passion, a torrent of lust that threatened to drown her in a flood of wild sensuality.
"Aaaaghhh!" she mewled in confusion.
Steve could sense the fact that his obscene seduction was working, for Jeanne's sweet young body now began to surrender to his lewd assault, her muscles growing slack and her hands loosening on his hair. Withoug releasing her ravaged pussy from -his unrelenting tongue fucking he raised his eyes in time to see the copper haired girl's sparkling blue eyes roll back as a violent shudder overtook her. Her trembling legs drew up and flailed helplessly in almost complete submission. Slowly Jeanne's humiliation and shame began to ebb completely, replaced by an incredible sensation of animal abandonment. A forbidden heat quivered in her shuddering loins that was impossible to resist and overwhelming ripples of hot pleasure traversed every inch of her abused young body.
Now Steve increased his lewd tongue-fucking, doubling his long flat strokes against Jeanne's tight, widespread pussy. He would show her the kind of pleasure she could get from him, and before he was through with her she would be begging him to do this to her, and more besides! He knew from past experience that once he'd shown a girl the heights of ecstasy, she would do anything he asked. Then he could shove his aching cock up into that tight unfucked little cunt of hers without a single whimper of protest on her part.
Caught now in a whirlpool of ecstasy, Jeanne began to push her hips upwards, thrusting her wetly glistening pussy towards Steve's hungry mouth as though she wanted to get inside.
"Mmmmnnnn ... " she moaned over and over, as tiny ripples of flesh raised up on the exposed surface of her skin. She sobbed and trembled now, completely out of control, caught in a raging fire of passion that threatened to devour her. The auburn haired sixteen year old's pale white thighs jerked up instinctively until they rested on Steve's shoulders, pulling his wagging head still closer to the heated turmoil in her newly-awakened young pussy, like a madwoman caught in the thrall of wanton passion. All thoughts of her father were gone completely now as the licking flames that rose in her- shamelessly aroused young body reached a new peak. Wantonly she bucked her hips up into the wonderful piercing pleasure that she craved more than anything in the whole world.
Steve, meanwhile, could feel the soft, silky cunt hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as Jeanne ground her naked buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. He-knew definitely now that she was his, and he gloated in masculing triumph, watching the pained and pleasurable contortions on the young girl's angelic face while he let his tongue nudge and lick greedily, writhing in wild lewd spasms inside the wetly aroused arena of her open young cunt mouth. Jeanne's heated vaginal flesh slipped moistly around his extended tongue as the walls of her ravaged cunt opened and closed in a desperate sucking motion of their own.
"Ooooohhh darling ... ooooohhhh Steve!" she moaned. This was reality now. No fantasy could remotely compare to this. Her love for him was a living thing inside of her. The subjugated teenager's legs opened and closed around the tormenting head slavering up between them and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head. Only this time she was pulling him closer, not trying to force him away. And then there came a rushing in her ears and she felt like she would choke.
The sky seemed to fall down on her and the ground gave way beneath her writhing young teenage body. She cried out as sweet, unbelievable sensations of joy swept through her, filling her with an intolerable delight as every inch of her sexually awakened young body prepared for the most potent orgasm of her life. This was nothing at all like what she could do with her own fingers. This was a maddeningly total experience, and she wanted it to go one forever, and never, never stop at all.
"Yeah! Give me your cum, honey! Give your cream up to me!" the jaded tennis champion growled lewdly into the sixteen year old's wildly gyrating pussy. And tonight I'll fuck you right in your own little bed! he thought lasciviously.
"AAAieeeee!" Jeanne cried out as her orgasm suddenly exploded through her with a rushing force and she felt herself tumbling into a bottomless void of absolute scalding pleasure.
She could feel the seething wetness of her cunt pulsing against his lewdly working mouth and a trickling rivulet of moisture running wetly down the crevice of her jerking ass cheeks, down on the ground below her. The sixteen year old girl gave one last gasping moan and collapsed against the ground, letting her legs splay limply to each side of her. She could not move, but lay there absolutely still, feeling Steve still resting between her legs, his head now using her wildly tingling vagina as a resting place.
After a long moment of silence, during which only the sound of their tortured breathing could be heard, Steve crawled up and pressed his open mouth tightly against hers. She could taste the hot wetness of her orgasm on her lips as the athlete thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. Jeanne pushed her tongue back sleepily in a gesture of grateful thanks. Despite her initial fear, the newly sated teenager knew that the arrogant tennis champion had given her one of the most overwhelming moments of her entire young life.
"Well now, doll," he said smugly, "Isn't this better than sightseeing?"
Chapter 5
"Daddy, you don't even trust me!" Jeanne spat out the words as her father confronted her in her room. "I'm tired of being watched like a baby!" she continued.
"I told you not to go off like that with him, and you did just exactly what I asked you not to do!" Mark replied. He hated fighting with her, but what else was he to do? She was only a kid and was his sole responsibility. He had to make her obey him.
Jeanne stood defensively in the middle of her bedroom, her fists tensed, and her whole body trembling. She was clad only in her nightgown, preparatory to going to bed, and the outline of her trim young figure was clearly visible to her father since the light was glowing from behind her.
Mark could feel a vein on his forehead throbbing as his anger mounted. The fact that Jeanne had turned into an incredibly voluptuous young woman was particularly disturbing to him. It made it difficult for him sometimes to remember that he was her father.
"I didn't mean to run off!" Jeanne cried. "I just took Steve out sightseeing. I mean, after all, he's never been to Phoenix before!"
The pouting teenager was particularly upset because she had thought she would be able to go to bed without this dreadful meeting with her father. She wanted nothing more than to climb into her bed and think about Steve, to relive every single moment of their lewdly exciting adventure in the country earlier that day, and she had been encouraged by the fact that no one seemed to be home when she and Steve returned to the house. And, after leaving the handsome athlete with a burning kiss, Nelson's daughter had run straight up to her bedroom. It was such a relief not to find her Daddy waiting at .the door that the newly awakened girl was totally unprepared to have him come pounding on her bedroom door a few hours later.
"Sightseeing! I'll bet he wanted to go sightseeing!"
"Daddy, You have a dirty mind!" Jeanne yelled in feigned outrage, jumping onto her bed and pulling the covers to her chin. ,
Mark felt himself on the verge of tears. Perhaps he should talk to Alicia about Jeanne. Maybe the sophisticated older woman could help him to control his own daughter. At the thought of the sex hungry blonde, Mark felt his dormant penis swell to a thickly turgid hardness.
"Oh God, Jeanne,". he half sobbed, "I just want to protect you! Don't you understand? I don't want you to be hurt! You must be careful!"
There was silence from under the sheet, but Jeanne felt a moment of guilt at the sadness in her father's voice. She didn't like to lie to him, but she was sure she'd never get any experience or have any fun at all unless she took matters into her own hands. If only her father would see things her way and wake up to the fact that she wasn't a baby any more!
Mark realized there was no use continuing the futile conversation and he turned toward the door. But before he left, he spoke to the quiet body beneath the sheet.
"Please, Jeanne," he murmured to her stubbornly hidden form, "Please don't let your old Dad down!" And then he closed the door behind him, leaving Jeanne to her memories.
It was already late. He'd promised Alicia he'd meet her at the office at eight tonight to go over the follow-up schedule. Steve Lewis was supposed to be there too. He'd like to give that boy a piece of his mind! he thought, if only sound business judgement didn't dictate otherwise.
Mark got into his car and headed toward the office. If only Lewis weren't going to be there he mused, remembering the torrid lovemaking that he and Alicia had indulged themselves in earlier right in the living room of his house.
"Christ, I could certainly go for a little more pussy!" he murmured to himself, his thick penis stiffening at the memory of her sleekly rounded nakedness spread out white and inviting beneath him on the couch. Afterwards she'd asked him to drop her off downtown so she could do a little shopping, promising to meet him later this evening. Mark was surprised to feel a wave of jealousy course through him as he wondered what the voluptuous blonde had done between the time she finished shopping and the time he was due to meet her at the office.
"Nelson, you're making an ass of yourself," he chastised himself. "She'll be gone in the morning and you'll never see her again.
But inwardly the muscular tennis racket salesman knew he didn't want it that way. Even though he knew he couldn't offer Alicia the kind of life he assumed she was used to, he wanted to keep her with him as long as he could.
One afternoon of intense lovemaking had been enough to change his entire attitude toward life. If only he didn't have Jeanne to worry about, Mark knew that he could be a much happier man than he'd been in a long time.
About that time Steve Lewis was driving the M.G. back to 240 Hillside Drive. The hum of the motor seemed to parallel the way he was feeling: smooth and sure of himself. He'd had a few drinks with Alicia in Joe's Bar in town, a little place where they'd agreed to meet earlier. She'd promised to keep Nelson occupied this evening so he'd have lots of free time with Jeanne. She would tell him that the athlete would be spending the evening looking up an old friend at a nearby tennis ranch.
"What a chick!" he chuckled. She was doing a great job of smoothing the way for him with Nelson's appetizing teenage offspring, and it wasn't the first time, either. She'd helped him spread a lot of pretty young legs when he wanted someplace new to put his lusting cock, and Jeanne was only the latest in line. He also couldn't help but be impressed with Alicia's own afternoon's victory with the curvaceous teenager's father.
"Old Nelson probably never knew what hit him," the arrogant star smirked. "But it's a fair exchange. Jeanne's cherry for Alicia's very experienced cunt!"
He took the front steps of the house two at a time and let himself in with the key that Nelson had given him. Steve felt the exhilaration he always felt when he knew he was about to get something he wanted ... pussy ... He'd felt it just before winning his latest tennis match, as his lean, young body moved easily around the court, his every muscle coordinated, his breathing perfect, his speed faster by enough to return the hardest ball. God, there was nothing better than knowing you were going to win. It was almost better than the winning itself!
The house was dark and slightly musty, as though there was no one living in it. But Steve knew that Jeanne was there, upstairs in her bedroom. The taste of her sweet little hair trimmed pussy was still on his lips as he hurried up the stairs and knocked softly on the door he knew to be her bedroom.
"Who is it?" Jeanne asked sleepily. And then she was wide awake, for she knew who it was. It had to be Steve!
"It's Steve, baby. Who else?" His voice came through the door to her. Then the knob was turning, and as Jeanne sat up in bed, the self-centered young athlete moved into the room and glided rapidly to the bed. He kissed her long and hard, letting his hands roam beneath her soft nylon nightgown, along the silken flesh that quivered nakedly at his brazen touch.
Jeanne could feel Lewis lean and hard next to her as he sank down onto the bed. There was something about him tonight that frightened her, and she didn't quite know whether it was the liquor on his breath or his hurried manner. Her father's visit still worried her, and even though she'd heard him go out, she whispered, "No, Steve, no we mustn't. My father might come in?"
Nobody's coming in here, sweetheart, don't you worry," Steve reassured her. His hand was on her breast, squeezing it hard, and Jeanne felt shivers of lurid excitement course through her nearly naked young body, despite her fear. "Here, get a handful of this!" Steve urged, pulling her small hand down to touch the hardness of his throbbing cock where it pulsed impatiently beneath his trousers. Her hand jerked away from it, as though she'd been burned, but Steve insistently drew it back, at the same time unzipping his fly to release the achingly erect rod of his flesh from its confinement.
"OH!" Jeanne tried desperately to get her hand away from the too intimate touch of Steve's naked cock flesh, but the amoral court hero only grinned lasciviously at her and held her hand firmly in place on his cock.
"Oh baby," he whispered almost sadistically as he observed Jeanne's confusion and reluctance, "I can hardly wait to feel those two beautiful legs of yours up around my neck, and my friend here ramming straight up into your tight little cunt!"
"Oh No, Steve! I couldn't possibly ... I ... I've never done it!"
"I know you haven't. That's why I want to fuck you. Otherwise I might not be so interested in you."
"No! I could never do that to Daddy!" Jeanne cried, suddenly getting a glimmer of what her father might have meant about not wanting her to be hurt. "Ile trusts me."
"Hah!" Steve couldn't control his liquor loosened tongue. "You've got to be kidding! Your old man is probably slipping a little hard cock to Alicia right at this very moment. So why shouldn't you have a little fun, too?"
Jeanne stared at him in disbelief. "Daddy and Miss Grant?"
"Yeah, he's probably fucking her out of her mind right now, or vice versa!"
"You're lying!" Jeanne gasped. "He wouldn't do such a thing!"
Lewis's revelation shocked her. She'd never even thought of anything like that. She'd never even thought of her father as a sexual being.
"Yeah? Well, come on, little girl. If you don't believe me, I'll take you over to the office. That's where they're going at it tonight. Want to go and see?"
Steve was already zipping up his fly, having returned his somewhat deflated cock to the confines of his pants when he saw that things weren't going to move as swiftly as he'd thought they would.
Stunned Jeanne climbed out of bed and began to get dressed. She shivered as Steve sat on the bed watching her, nonchalantly whistling a tune, but taking in every inch of her shapely young cream white body as she hurriedly pulled on a pair of panties and a lightweight shift. She grabbed a sweater from her drawer and slipped on her sandals, all the while trying to convince herself that it wasn't true, that her father couldn't possibly be such a hypocrite. Nevertheless, as she followed the amoral young man out of the room, she felt something crumbling inside her, something she was surprised to realize she wanted to keep whole and intact for something better.
* * *
Steve could feel himself getting sober as he headed into town in the white M.G. with Jeanne huddled beside him, lost in thought. This whole thing wasn't quite the good time he'd expected. Still, if his suspicions about what was going on in the Spears office were right, he thought he might still get some fun out of Nelson's sixteen year old daughter before the evening was over. At least he'd try.
Jeanne, tight lipped and silent, stared out the window as the car sped toward her father's office. If what Steve said was true, she thought, maybe it would be better if she didn't know for sure. But she said nothing, and within half an hour they were parked a short distance from the Spears Rackets office. They approached the long, low building, and Jeanne could see that there was only one light on, in the back.
"They're probably discussing business," she said, with determination, more to convince herself than Steve.
"Yeah, and I know what kind of business Alicia likes! Monkey business!" her companion replied lewdly.
The side door was open, and Jeanne guessed that was how her father and Alicia had gone inside. Moving quietly, so as not to make any noise, she and Steve moved toward the source of light at the back of the office. Tiptoeing down a corridor whose walls were filled with photos of tennis champions with Spears Rackets, and pictures of them beside their trophies, they could even make out in the dim light a large poster showing Steve Lewis standing next to the owner of Spears Rackets. Jeanne began to pull back as they neared the half open door, but Steve pushed her ahead. Numbly, Jeanne peered into the room she knew to be her father's office.
The startled girl could barely restrain a cry of anguish at the obscene sight that met her eyes. A tingling sensation caught in her belly and she blinked her eyes to keep the tears out. She had to be sure she was actually seeing correctly, for at first glance it seemed to the shocked adolescent unbelievable, impossible!
There, up on the sofa in her own father's office, was Alicia Grant, totally naked, and kneeling up so that her whitely rounded buttocks were clearly visible from the doorway!
Steve and Jeanne had evidently arrived just in time, for Jeanne's father, also completely naked, was just lowering himself onto the couch behind the lewdly wriggling blonde, his raging hard cock held in his hand, bloated with lust, as he approached the widespread crevice so temptingly exposed to his lusty gaze.
"Fuck me from behind," Alicia crooned. "Fuck me from behind just like a dog! It goes in so much deeper that way!"
"I'll fuck you any way you want, Alicia," Mark replied, his voice thick with mounting passion. "Any way you want!"
The horrible scene was beyond belief, and Jeanne took a step backward, as though she'd been struck across the face. Steve stepped up behind her and put his arm around her, holding her securely in place, his fingers roaming lazily over her thinly covered breasts. His lips at her ear, he whispered, "I told you so. Now watch. Watch Alicia and you'll see some real fucking. You can learn a lot from that little lady, all right!"
Jeanne tried to clear her head, to think straight. She fought down the urge to stop them, to run in and scream at them and tear them apart! How could her father betray her like this? How could he possibly be in there, naked, with that woman? How could he?!"
But the aghast adolescent remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewd sight. It was the most obscene thing she had ever seen in her young life. As she watched, her father moved forward and positioned his hard, quivering cock right at the entrance to Alicia's moistly glistening cunt. The fleshy pink lips showed clearly in the bright office light, and Jeanne saw them stretch to circle her father's upward worming cock.
Mark grunted forward, his eyes locked on the hypnotic sight of his red, blood engorged cock head penetrating the snug cuntal opening nestled beneath the gleaming white buttocks that jiggled and gyrated with increasing speed. He could feel his inward surging shaft being moistly and heatedly massaged by the naked blonde's tenderly clasping cunt, and he gritted his teeth with pleasure.
"Alicia! Oh God!" he growled animalistic ally, "Christ!"
Jeanne watched the lewd scene unfolding in her father's office as if she were hypnotized.
Steve's arm tightened around her waist, and once more she felt his fingers inching upward toward her breasts, but she was too mesmerized by what she was seeing to stop him. It was horrible to see her father grunting like that, while Alicia groaned and wiggled her naked ass back at his advancing cock. And yet Steve's fingers created a strange, light quivering deep between her legs. 'rears of shame, anger and hurt burned down the young girl's cheeks and she let her young idol finger her breast at will. Bitterly she remembered her father's words to her ... Don't let your old Dad down. Well, he'd certainly let her down, hadn't he? And in the worst possible way. What difference did it make now what Steve did to her?
Inside the room, unaware that his teenage daughter and the arrogant young celebrity from whom he was so anxious to protect her were watching his lewd debauch. Mark quickened his pace, shuffling forward into the high, raised little opening that seemed to suck his lust swollen cock upward with hungry, slippery contractions. Mark closed his eyes tightly now, his lips peeling back over his teeth as the sensations went racing out of control through his lean body. While, beneath him, Alicia flailed her curl covered head back and forth, beginning to whine with a high pitched passion that sounded curiously inhuman.
Mark drove into her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his long, rigid cock nearly, out of the writhing young woman's clasping cunt on the backstroke, and then plunging forward into her upthrust cunt again until he felt the harsh slap of his flat stomach against the cushiony plumpness of her ass cheeks. Then he quickened his thrust as though he could take no more of that excruciatingly slow excitation that was bringing the shaft of his tingling cock to the boiling point. The wanton woman thrashed beneath him in a tormented agony of pleasure, feeling the swollen hardness of his cock pulsating deeply inside her. Again he quickened his stroke, grunting as the tip of his straining cock ground hard and deep, boring up into the hidden recesses of the writhing woman's wetly welcoming cunt.
As Mark's daughter watched numbly from the doorway, she was vaguely aware of Steve's hands roaming unchecked over her tingling flesh, pulling the sweater part way up and slipping inside her shift to touch her smooth, naked back. Jeanne was almost oblivious to his actions, being consumed at the moment with blind hatred for her father and the woman who was with him, as well as with a haunting sadness at seeing him so lewdly exposed and totally rapt by the obscene coupling.
Her mixed feelings conspired to put the sixteen year old into a state .of utter shock and confusion, so that she hardly cared what her tennis idol was doing. Behind her, he squirmed and wriggled his slim hips up against her, rubbing the hard staff of his lust thickened cock tight against the split of her buttocks through her thin clothes.
"Man, look at them going at it," he whispered in her ear. "You and I are gonna do it like that! We're going to do everything. I'll take you one step at a time, Jeanne, until you know how to fuck and suck as well as the best of them; even Alicia!"
Jeanne's subconscious mind registered the lewd words, but her mind was too preoccupied with the rising pitch of excitement taking place inside her father's office to respond.
"Oooooh, oh, ooohhhh!" the nakedly kneeling blonde began to chant, her face, occasionally visible from the doorway as she twisted and turned in abandon on the couch, contorted almost beyond recognition.
Now! Now! Mark thought exultanly as he slammed against the softly undulating flesh that arched back to receive his every upward thrust. He could sense that she was going to cum soon, and he knew that he himself couldn't hold back much longer. He pushed against her, his fingers digging hard into the lush, full nakedness of her hips, dragging Alicia upward from the sofa so that her knees were raised into the air. Then, holding her wheelbarrow fashion, he began to urge her on verbally to her climax.
"Come on! Come on! Cum for me, cum for me!" he hissed spreading her lithe shapely legs wide apart now, feeling her gasp in pain as his desire hardened cock sped still higher inside the tightly clasping opening of her pussy.
The desire driven blonde began to gasp and grunt beneath him as she struggled to maintain some kind of balance with her hands upon the sofa.
"Ooohhh, yyyeesss, lover, do it to me!" This was good fucking, she thought dazedly, congratulating herself briefly for knowing how to spot a really quality stud.
Then her thoughts stopped and she was panting and writhing listening to Mark's uneven breathing behind her. His lewdly spiraling cock was unrelenting inside her, turning her into one throbbing mass of pleasure from the tips of her toes to the nape of her lovely neck. Even as she felt her orgasm spreading throughout her obscenely positioned body with nerve shattering force and jerked and bucked back against him, she felt Jeanne's father's upward worming cock grow huge within her and begin to pump a flood of hot thick sperm far up into her softly quivering loins.
Standing at the partially open door, Jeanne gaped as her father's head snapped back and he danced lewdly forward into the widespread furrow between Alicia's thighs. Behind her, Steve began to tug her backward, just as the moans from the two nakedly fucking lovers in the office mounted to a crescendo of lustful agony.
"Come on," the hotly aroused young athlete urged. "There's no point in letting them see us, at least not yet. Let's get out of here. Come on!"
Jeanne let herself be drawn away, and tiptoed after Steve out of the office building and back into the street. The cool night air brushed against her flushed and tearstained cheeks, lifting her long auburn hair from her shoulders as she walked. The tears still flowed unchecked from her eyes, and she had long since stopped trying to brush them away. When they reached the white M.G., Steve held the door open for the trembling girl. "Well, where to now, beautiful?" he enquired, grinning down at her. _
Jeanne didn't look at him at all as, she answered in a low monotone. "Anywhere you say. Anywhere at all, is fine."
Steve grinned as he walked jauntily around to the driver's seat. The words were music to his ears. He had her at last!
* * *
Steve drove the sleek sports car directly back toward the Nelson house. He knew only too well that he and Alicia were due to leave the following morning, and this would be his last chance, short of a miracle, to slip his eager rod of male flesh into the tempting adolescent's virginal pussy. He sped through the Saturday night traffic as fast as possible, while Jeanne sat in the seat next to him, silent and brooding of what she had witnessed.
Nelson's daughter had been shocked to the very roots of her being by what she had seen taking place in the showroom office! Her own father making wild shameless love to Alicia Grant!
She couldn't believe it! How dare he act so obscenely, when he had been so prudish and old fashioned to his own daughter, hardly ever letting her go out on dates and always warning her about the dangers involved. Particularly in regard to Steve Lewis, he had been like a tyrant, almost forcing his young daughter into proving his suspicions were right. But now Jeanne saw him as a complete hypocrite, telling her one thing and then behaving like an animal himself, and she was consumed with the desire for revenge. As far as she was concerned, the lewd fucking she had witnessed was reason enough for her to do anything she pleased now, with anybody at all! Nothing she could do could possibly be worse than what her father was doing behind her back. Who knew how many other, women he had been seeing, all the while pretending to be the stern and righteous moralist at home, making his daughter act like a nun to suit his purposes. She'd show him! She'd have her revenge!
"I can't wait to get back to the house, baby," Steve said lovingly, nothing the steadily mounting throbbing in his tight pants as his lust driven cock began to surge with erotic expectations. "We're gonna make this a night to remember. One last fling in this town, baby, are we gonna have a ball!"
At that moment Jeanne realized they were headed back toward the house and she suddenly became distressed. Not that she didn't want to be with Steve, far from it. Her father had given her an anything goes mandate now, thanks to his behaviour. But the disgust she felt toward him somehow was also connected to the house where she had been raised and going home now would only remind her of what she had seen, and, at the moment, she couldn't face it. It had been too hard a blow to absorb so quickly.
"Steve ... could we go somewhere else first. I can't go back to the house just yet. Is that alright?"
"Jesus, I don't know where else we could go...
The jaded tennis champion was anxious to get home before Alicia and Nelson returned. He figured, thanks to Alicia, that he'd be safe to fuck Jeanne up until about eleven o'clock or so, and it was already nine-thirty. Any delays now would blow the whole works. Much as he wanted to screw the adolescent virgin. Alicia had warned him many times of the need for at least a minimum of discretion, because his career in tennis might be cut short with a lot of scandalous publicity. As the scintillating blonde often said, the public wanted him as an apple pie American boy, not a degenerate sex fiend. Damn the girl for getting so stupidly emotional about things! ,
"Listen, Jeanne, what's wrong with going back to the house? I mean it's a great way to get back at your old man, tick right in the house, you know?"
"I know, Steve, but, I can't. Not right away. Let's just go out to that place in the country you took me this morning. Just to park awhile, okay? Please?"
"Well, sure, I guess so, for a few minutes."
Reluctantly, the handsome athlete changed direction and headed the car toward the less densely populated area. He'd have to think of something else, and quick. If he couldn't fuck her properly, he'd get his rocks off some other way.
Thinking, Jeanne was amazed to realize something else about her father that had never crossed her mind. As well as being shocked and disgusted with him for fucking Alicia Grant, the confused adolescent dimly realized that somehow she resented the blonde temptress as well.
Almost as if ... as if she were jealous of this rival for her father's affections.
Despite her agony at seeing the lewd fucking, another aspect troubled her in a way that was a total surprise. It was the first time she had ever seen her father completely naked, let alone as a lover, and as well as being shocked she was also extremely fascinated by what she had seen. In fact, she had to admit that lie was extremely handsome and muscular, not like so many other men his age, like Terri's father for example. He had the strength and attractiveness of a much younger main, so much so, Jeanned discovered at that moment to her amazement, that she almost ... almost desired him! Yes, somewhere deep inside she wished her father would do to his own daughter what he was doing to Alicia Grant!
She shuddered in agony over this thought. It was wrong, sinful to think of such things. Still, the thought came back to her over and over, confusing her, and deepening the desire not to return to the house just yet. At least not until she calmed down and could put everything into the proper perspective. Finally, she forced everything out of her head except one thing: to have revenge on her father's hypocritical act by letting Steve. Lewis make love to her. She would give him her virginity. That's exactly what she'd do!
At that moment Steve pulled the car to a stop. They were at the same area where, earlier that day, the lust driven youth had made wild oral love to the innocent sixteen year old.
"Steve," Jeanne said after a long pause, sitting in the darkness in the car, "Steve .... I want you to take me. I don't want to be a virgin any more! Take me right now!" Her small voice pleaded with the arrogant athlete as they sat in the car under the anopy of a star sprinkled sky.
Steve sat silent for awhile, then turned to the teenager.
"Well, I tell you. It's a problem in the car, right here: ... not quite the room, you know'?"
"Then let's go back to the house. I feel calmer now."
"We can't. Your old man and Alicia might come in before we're finished and ..."
"Let him! I don't care! It's all his fault anyway."
"Yeah, but I can't take the chance, know what I mean? Your father might blow the works for me."
"That's okay." Steve however, was not about to end the matter. If he couldn't fuck her at the moment, well ... there were other pleasures just as interesting. "But we can still have a little fun, doll, and still get back before your father does ..."
"Like ... like what?"
"Remember this morning?" the young girl nodded, smiling warmly as she remembered how thrilled she had been when the handsome man had taken her to those unbelievable heights of ecstasy. "How about it?"
"How about what? You mean ... you want to lick me again ... down there?"
With that statement, Steve had to suppress a snicker. Jesus, this girl was stupid!
"No, not quite. It's just that I'd like you to return the favor. I want you to suck my cock."
"You want me to what?"
"Suck my cock."
To her horror, Jeanne saw that Steve, in the darkness of the car, had already silently unleashed his cock and held it in his hand like and obscene offering. It was lurching lewdly, already thick and hard ... ready.
"I couldn't ..." the horrified girl stuttered anxiously, "I mean I don't think I can ..."
"Of course you can," Steve said confidently, "anybody can." His hand went out and cupped behind Jeanne's head, pulling her firmly sideways and pressing her down until the young girl was forced to bring her lips close to his hotly pulsating cock.
"No! ... No!" Jeanne protested, "Steve, I just can't!" It had never occurred to the teenager that the handsome athlete would ask her to do anything like this. In her mind she was going to give him the precious gift of her innocence, and he would make love to her in the normal way.
Despite the fact that he had taken her earlier that day in a perverted oral way did not help at all, for the very idea of taking his thickly throbbing cock into her mouth terrified the naive adolescent. It just didn't seem possible that anyone could do such a thing.
She opened her mouth to protest again, but Steve pushed down on the back of her head and upward with his hips, deftly shoving the lust swollen head of his cock into the warm wet confines of her mouth, making sure her head stayed down with just enough pressure of his grasp.
"You see," he whispered softly, "It's not so bad as all that now is it? You just suck on it like it's a popsickle."
Jeanne had never felt so debased and humiliated in her entire life, for despite her protests Steve had actually forced her into taking the huge hot member into her mouth! Despite her desire to get back at her father for his betrayal, she certainly hadn't expected Steve would be so rough with her!
Now, incredibly, he continued to shove his thickly distended cock further into her tightly resisting mouth, while keeping her head firmly in place with his hand. For the first time the naive girl began to think that perhaps Steve, too, was only using her for his own lustful end. Maybe he had been leading her on, playing on her adoration for him, just to get her to have sex with him. Were all men alike? Were the tennis champion and her father really alike under the skin, liars and hypocrites, both saying one thing and doing something else? Using anything available to confuse and seduce a woman? Hot tears of anguish formed in the corners of her eyes as the full thickness of the amoral youth's lewdly swollen cock was pressed insistently into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah! ... Suck on it, that's it, just close your lips around it gently and I'll do all the work for you. You just suck real nice. Real nice."
With a miserable sinking feeling Jeanne realized she had no choice but to go through with what he commanded. After all, she and she alone had gotten herself into this, and it was useless to speculate on the why's and wherefore's of the situation. She was under Steve's control now, and she had no one to blame but herself. The tears trickled down her cheeks again as Steve began to thrust his naked penis in and out of her fearfully ovaled mouth.
She shut her eyes, and tried to do as he asked, letting her lips close around the fleshy intruder, and trying not to gag as its bulky hotness filled her constricted young throat. After all, she did want revenge on her father, didn't she? No matter what she thought about Steve now, first and foremost was her father's blatant betrayal of her trust. Nothing mattered now, did it? If she was forced into sucking Steve's cock like a whore? Like a whore! Like a prostitute! and wasn't it her father who was really to blame?
Consumed once again with the desire to have revenge, the inexperienced teenager began to consciously suck on the sex hungry player's penis with more enthusiasm, finding, as she relaxed, that it wasn't so difficult to encompass the hotly swollen bulk within her mouth and let it travel lewdly down her throat as Steve bucked and fucked into her now clasping mouth. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the obscene spectacle of Steve's thickly extended cock disappearing past her nose and into her open mouth, like a dark, vicious snake.
The obscene image seemed to create a kind of perverse response in the innocent auburn haired teenager, triggering a strange reaction of sensuality deep in her loins. Instinctively, she began to bring her head forward to meet his thrusts, spurred on by the knowledge that she was getting back at her father for his cruel deception, and also finding her young body growing more and more wildly aroused by the minute.
Deeper and deeper his hotly fucking shaft of fesh drove into her mouth, rasping down the back of her wetly contracting throat. The lewd pleasure in her loins grew and grew, making the newly awakened sixteen year old feel like a wanton sensual woman. Strange sensations of ... of ... lewdness ... as if she actually was a whore, surged through her slim young body, and she reveled in the shameless feelings. Maybe her father would think more of her if she was a prostitute, someone like the kind of immoral woman Alicia Grant must surely be.
In that moment, she knew she was no longer an innocent little school girl Jeanne Nelson anymore. She was a-grown up woman for wasn't she actually sucking Steve Lewis's cock? This obscene new fantasy thrilled her even more, and she redoubled her intense sucking on the jaded athlete's violently thrusting cock, her * cheeks expanding and hollowing excitedly, as if she knew by instinct exactly what to do to please her new found lover.
Steve reached down his hands around her bent over body and began to gently massage her breasts until he could feel the nipples grow hard and stiff with desire beneath the thin cotton dress she wore. Responding with mounting sensuality, Jeanne began to squirm shamelessly on the car seat, giving herself over to the thrilling sensations of debasement that were rippling through every part of her young body. Greedily she started to swirl her tongue around the hot bulbous tip of Lewis's blood swollen cock head, feeling it grow harder as it quivered in obscene response to her licking.
"You sure learn fast, baby." he murmured encouragingly. "Oh yeah, baby, you sure learn fast! I'm gonna cum soon, doll, I'm gonna cum in your sweet little fucking mouth!"
Chapter 6
Sitting in a secluded corner of a cocktail lounge not far from the Spears showroom, Mark Nelson and Alicia Grant were enjoying drinks and savoring the pleasant intimacy of their recent fucking. The sultry blonde, knowing she had promised Steve that she would keep Jeanne's father from returning home before eleven, had manuevered him to the elegant bar, surprised that she encountered surprisingly little resistance from the handsome sales manager.
"To us," she said, raising her martini in toast. "and thanks, Mark, for a wonderful time in Phoenix."
"My pleasure," he replied, tipping his glass toward hers then taking a sip of the potent drink. "You know, Alicia, I really hadn't been looking forward to you and Steve coming at all. I thought 1'd have a lot of trouble with Jeanne and, oh, I don't know ... there's been a lot of pressures lately and I thought I'd really hate every minute of your visit."
"But you haven't, have you."
"Far from it. I've never met a woman like you before, and I must say you've done wonders for me. I feel like a new man."
"Thanks, sweetie. As a matter of fact, the feeling is mutual, Mark. It's been marvelous for me, too."
Surprisingly, the seductive female realized that her words were not altogether untrue. Despite the fact that she and the tennis star ahd taken advantage of the unsuspecting father and his teenage daughter, and were in the midst of still further deception, Alicia found herself growing rather fond of the somewhat naive, handsome man seated next to her in the soft leather booth.
He had proven himself to be a formidable lover, satisfying her deeply, and his sincerity and integrity had touched the jaded blonde in a way that was vaguely disturbing. Particularly after the immature petulance she had always encountered with Lewis. Mark Nelson was a most pleasant change of pace for her.
"Perhaps we'll see each other again." she said softly, pressing her voluptuous body against his with intimate closeness.
"Maybe ... after the tour is finished you can come back to Phoenix. Or we could write. I'd really hate to lose contact with you, Alicia. "
The sultry blonde girl found herself somewhat at a loss for words, and realized to her dismay that she had allowed herself to become somewhat emotionally involved with the muscular father in just these few days. And that was something she had always sworn would never happen. Inwardly she knew it would be better if they didn't see each other again. The sultry female also knew that if Mark ever realized what Steve was up to with his innocent daughter, his feelings about her would change drastically.
It was a complicated business, to be sure, and the attractive woman felt it best, ultimately, to let the whole thing drop as it was.
"Well," she said, "You can always reach me in care of the company office in Chicago. I'm in the process of looking for another apartment, so I don't have a permanent address yet. But I'll drop you a note when I find a place. How does that sound?"
"I'd like that. Really."
The penetrating warmth of Nelson's sincere eyes made the seductive female turn away from him for a moment, just to make sure he didn't detect the insincerity of her feelings. She wondered quickly if Steve was having any success with Jeanne yet.
"Let's have another drink," she said finally. "Unless you're worried about your daughter ..."
"No ... I've put that out of my head completely. I decided to take your advice. I'm much too paranoid about Jeanne. I trust her now - and Steve too for that matter. Let's have another Martini - and maybe another one after that."
You poor bastard, Alicia thought wistfully, as Mark signaled to the waiter, you poor unsuspecting bastard.
* * *
Several miles away, in Lewis's cramped car, Nelson's sixteen year old daughter was sucking wildly on the scheming star's massive pulsating hardness. The temporarily abated love she had felt for her idol now returned with even greater force as her young body became filled with overwhelmingly erotic sensations. Despite her initial resistance to his request to suck him, the more she slaved at his hotly naked cock, feeling its hard caress in the inside of her mouth, the more she loved it, even craved it.
The shamelessly awakened girl instinctively let her tongue swipe at his lust stiffened staff with more and more expertise and tentatively, she touched the wide base of it with one hand, feeling it quiver until she was sure it must be near the bursting point. Thrilled by its rigid girth, Jeanne took almost all of the blood engorged shaft deep into her throat, ignoring the choking feeling as she proudly, lovingly continued her obscene sucking.
Great swirls of heat were building deep inside of Lewis's cum inflated balls now, and he smiled and grunted in smug satisfaction. This inexperienced teenager, at his command, was giving him one of the most exciting blow jobs of his life. He realized that almost any man he knew would give his eye teeth to have a sexy little kid like Jeanne suck him off in a parked car, or anywhere else, and the thought thrilled him with raw masculine conceit. The muscles of his stomach tightened in unbearable excitement now, and he groaned and thrust his loins forward with jerky, involuntary movements as the warm moistness of Jeanne's ovalled lips closed repeatedly over the throbbing sensitivity of his cock. The hungrily sucking adolescent's tongue on the outstroke was taking nerve tingling licks that made his sensitive cock head jerk and twitch obscenely.
"Oh baby, suck it good!" he hissed. Despite the fact that he had initially wanted to fuck the innocent teenager, and was irritated at not being able to do it that night, having her suck him off was a most satisfying second choice he could have wished for.
Meanwhile the greedily slavering sixteen year old, still sucking in total submission, began to be filled with a strangely blissful sensation. There was a distinct moistness growing in the narrow channel of her untried little vagina, and she unconsciously began to rub her thighs together. Pressing them tightly so that the small mound of her hair trimmed pussy was squeezed and rubbed lewdly by her panties and thighs, which increased the obscene pleasure she felt.
Now, she felt she was mistaken to have mistrusted both Steve and her father. Steve, though strangely harsh with her, it was true, had shown her the delights of real sensual excitement. The smitten teenager knew that he was only trying to break through her naivete, so that they could share the full joys of love. Her father, however, she still only felt the deepest contempt for him.
Steve moved one arm around Jeanne's trembling body, and by stretching a bit was able to slip his hand up under the girl's short dress. His fingers edged toward the moist panty-covered triangle of her hidden pussy lips, and slipped unerringly up beneath the tight elastic legband until they touched the damp nakedness of Jeanne's hotly excited pussy.
"Mmmmmm ... mmmmmm," she moaned into the pulsating hardness of Steve's cock. The tip of the champion's extended finger slipped easily into the already aroused wetness of Jeanne's cunt, worming slowly up between the sensitive pussy lips to find the tingling bud of nerve endings that formed her clitoris, flicking and rubbing there until the sixteen year -old love slave thought she would go out of her mind with pleasure.
She squirmed and wriggled, parting her legs as much as was possible in the small car. Leaning over sideways in order to reach Steve's nakedly stirring cock with her mouth, she presented a strange picture as she twisted the lower half of her shapely teenage body on the passenger seat to better receive her seducer's lewd carresses.
Lewis's fingers twisted and turned as he felt Jeanne's steadily moistening pussy flesh throbbing beneath them. Back and forth they slid, creating a heated friction up between the young virgin's quivering legs that caused a wicked, forbidden excitation there. The wildly aroused girl felt her loins begin to rage with a smoldering fire that threatened to make her melt in its obscene heat.
Then as Steve began to call to her with an intense fervor in his voice, Jeanne felt a strange masochistic wildness take hold of her body as she lay with his thick hard penis filling her mouth and his fingers playing salaciously with her streaming hot cunt. She began to grunt excitedly with each worming probe of his fingers against her tingling pussy flesh, and at that moment nothing else existed in the world but her and the lewdly working star as they writhed and twisted on the car seat wild with desire.
"You hot little bitch!" Steve growled obscenely. "I knew you were a hot little bitch right from the start!" He was lost, too, in the blind passion of bringing this tender young beauty to an orgasm, trying to time it with his own climax which, he knew, was only seconds away. Grinning in the darkness, the unscrupulous athlete moved his fingers downward and suddenly found and penetrated the tight virgin ring of Jeanne's cunt, feeling the unstretched circle of her cuntal flesh give way reluctantly to his searching fingers, and the squirming girl groaned and jerked forward against him, pressing the soft resiliency of her thighs tight against his hand in a spasmodic opening and closing.
Her head began to rise and fall more quickly, her mouth gaping wide and then closing firmly around the massively swollen hardness of his raging cock. Her tongue lashed with swirling fury against his tender flesh, creating a tumultuous response deep inside Steve's heavy cum bloated balls.
He knew he was on the brink of orgasm as he thrust his fingers higher still, wriggling them around against the tight slippery inner walls of her virgin pussy. He heard her utter a low guttural moan that was cut off at the last minute by a long soulful gasp as Steve jerked his hips rapidly upward into her mouth. The moment had arrived! His hot sticky sperm began its mad race upward from the sanctity of his inflated balls, streaming wildly toward the tip of his pulsating cock and suddenly white hot streams of it spurted into the helplessly sucking girl's open mouth. He let his free hand tangle cruelly in her soft copper hair, insuring that her head stayed down on his throbbing loins as he pushed his wildly pumping cock all the way to the back of her straining mouth.
She went on sucking him wildly as his boiling cum emptied lewdly into the wetness of her mouth. She was so torridly aroused that the presence of the scalding cum did not shock her in the slightest, rather it was just one more fantastic thrill that blended incredibly with the torrent of obscene sensuality that held her teenage mind and body in its sway.
Her own orgasm started deep in her finger filled belly and rose in a flood that engulfed her luridly bend body completely. It seemed to be everywhere at once, in the tingling contractions of her insanely clasping pussy, in her own fingers that gripped the hotly spurting shaft of Steve's thick cock, and in her mouth that now received ,his lewd sperm willingly, wantonly. She drank it greedily.
After an eternity of pleasure, Steve sighed softly as he squeezed the last drops from his fully sated cock into Jeane's gulping throat. She had sucked him completely dry and he he had never felt so satisfied in his life. More than ever, he was sorry he would have to leave in the morning. If she was so good at this what other delights remained for him to tap? Finally, lie slumped against the driver's seat, his deflated cock now resting against the adolescent's cheek as she gasped for air.
"Not bad for a beginner," he said finally. "Not bad at all."
Jeanne sat up with a little difficulty. Her young body still trembled from head to foot, and she was surprised when she gained full consciousness and remembered where she was. How fantastic it had been, how incredible! In her mouth, she could still taste the bittersweet tang of his cum lingering on her tongue. How oddly good it tasted! Steve Lewis, she knew had awakened her to the full joys of life, and she would always love him for it.
The amoral young man started the car, anxious to return home before eleven, and backed out onto the road as Jeanne leaned her head back on the seat. In between her quivering thighs, her hot wet pussy glowed with immense satisfaction. Steve had given her a tantalizing hint of what real lovemaking would be like, and more than anything in the world she now wanted to lie beneath him and receive his hard fucking penis deep in her belly.
"Oh Steve," she sighed, "do you really have to leave tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so, Jeanne. We've got a tight schedule and we got to be in Flagstaff tomorrow night, then off again. It's a shame isn't it?"
"Oh yes. I wish I could go with you! I wish I could run off with you, Steve, because I want to make love to you, again and again and again!"
Steve chuckled inwardly, knowing full well the tempting little adolescent was now totally under his lewd spell.
"Well," he said, "it might be a little trickly. But love conquers all you know ... maybe we can work something out."
Chapter 7
Startled at what she had just heard, Alicia gasped, pausing from unpacking her suitcase in her room at the Sundown Inn in Flagstaff the following afternoon. "You what?" she said.
Steve, standing nonchalantly at the door of their adjoining bedrooms, smiled darkly at her.
"I made arrangement for Jeanne to meet me here later. She's going to tell her old man she's staying with a girl friend. I mean after all, Alicia, I didn't get to break her cherry, and the poor girl was begging me to do it."
"Well, of all the dumb tricks you've ever pulled, this is the most stupid! What happens if her father finds out? He could make a hell of stink, you know."
"Aw, he won't find out. Don't get so uptight. I'll pack Jeanne off when I'm done with her, and her father'll never know the difference."
"Well, dear, I hope you're right." The blonde tressed female didn't like the idea one bit. But the arrangements were already made,, so there was nothing she could do about it. To herself, she swore that she'd never undertake another promotional tour like this, and most especially if it happened to involve Mr. Steve Lewis. The ass! All his good looks and potent cock couldn't remotely make up for all the extra work it forced on her, covering his tracks and hushing up outraged fathers and husbands. They would have been safe here in Flagstaff, too; Steve could never have pulled off a stunt like this if they'd been staying at the home of the branch manager as they'd done in all the other towns. Just her luck that this one was a bachelor with a studio apartment.
"And what the hell am I supposed to do in this charmin' little town while you get it on with your little virgin?" she asked huffily, placing her make up on the shelf above the dresser.
"You can do whatever you want, baby" Steve replied easily, sitting lazily in a chair by the door. "In fact, you can stick around if you want to. If I'm not mistaken, you're not totally blind to the charms of your own sex. Jeanne's quite a luscious little thing, after all."
"Oh, come on, Steve."
"Well, why not? What about that bar you were hanging out in? The one in Houston? All those pretty young things in pants and tailored shirts, some of 'em in dresses, too, but all after one thing. Good old pussy!"
Although she still felt the whold idea was too dangerous, Steve's words stirred a spark of interest in the ravishing woman. She was certainly not opposed to a little female companionship now and then: it made for a refreshing change, but still - with the daughter of the. Phoenix Sales Manager, the risk seemed much too great. Finally, however, her seep-seated love of debauchery won out over her more respectable notions.
"Well, Okay, maybe so." she said finally. "We'll see what happens."
"That's the Alicia I know and love!" the tennis player cheered. "And if I know Jeanne Nelson, she should be knocking on the door within the hour. Believe. me that chick is ready for anything. I've really got her going."
"Well, let me order some booze while we're waiting." the voluptuous woman picked up the phone by the bed. "Hello, this is room ten. Will you please send us a bucket of ice and a bottle of Beefeaters and tonic." Putting down the receiver, she turned and winked at her youthful charge. "What the hell, we may as well enjoy ourselves while we wait."
"You're too much, baby," he said, laughing. "Too much! How did I deserve such a hot manager as you?"
* * *
Jeanne Nelson grew more and more nervous as she stood waiting for the bus to arrive. A large crowd of people were waiting for the bus that would take them out of town. A cool breeze had sprung up, and the anxious adolescent felt a chill iii the bare-backed sundress she'd chosen to wear. It was the most revealing thing she owned, and she had put it on especially to attract the tennis champion. Her feet hurt in the high wooden clogs, shoes she had worn only twice before, and her hair was getting more and more unruly in the wind, threatening to come undone from the mature style she had elaborately arranged that morning.
That morning she had told her father that she was going to spend the day with Terri, to tell her all the news about the week-end. Fortunately, her father suspected nothing and was even amused by her eagerness to tell her girl friend about the famous tennis champion's visit to her house.
"Just don't get home too late," he had cautioned her before she left.
He didn't notice that after leaving the house, she had picked up a small overnight bag with a few hastily packed thing,. The naive teenager didn't plan to return. In her daydream mind she thought she would probably just stay with Steve and travel with him on the tour.
She still didn't remotely suspect the depravity of her idol's nature and thought that he was as taken with her as she was with him. Of course, they were in love weren't they? Surely, he would expect her to stay and would protect her from her impossible father. It was like a wonderful romantic fairy tale, and she couldn't wait for the bus to come to start her adventure into sex and love. While nearby, a man, one of the passengers waiting for the bus, was staring at her in an almost obscene way, the blushing teenager turned huffily as she saw him. How dare he look at her that way? Just because she had dressed up a little to look especially nice for Steve! At last she spotted the bus in the distance and soon the bus came to a halt. Jeanne ran to be the first one on, hoping to hide away in the back, but the driver, a young man, stared at her with unusual interest as he took her ticket.
"Step right in, little lady. I'll take you for a ride anytime."
Jeanne trembled with impotent rage as she searched for the ticket in her purse, and then she finally scurried down the aisle to the rear. When the bus started up, she felt better, and her anxieties began to recede in the distance. She was going to meet her lover! It was the most exciting moment of her life, and her youthful body trembled in anticipation of what was to come. As the bus rumbled on, the nervous teenager watched familiar sights roll by, and inwardly she knew that she might never see any of them again. She wanted to get as far away as possible from Phoenix and, in particular, her father.
He'll kill me when he finds out what I've done! she thought anxiously. Yet, in the next moment she decided defiantly that she didn't care! Whit right did he have to be angry with her when, in her' eyes, he was no better than an animal! He had betrayed her horribly, and she would never forgive him for what he'd done.
Yet, along with her deep resentment toward him, she knew that somewhere deep inside she still loved him. He was her father after all, and even if he himself had given her the motivation to run away and make love to Steve Lewis, the troubled teenager knew she still had strong feelings for him. Her mind seemed to wander back to the sight of his shameless dog-fashion fucking of Alicia in his office, and though still mortified by the obscene vision, she also vividly knew that the figure of her naked parent had, well, had excited her. Idly, she wondered if he was a good lover, as good as the tennis champion seemed to, be.
It was late in the afternoon when the young girl got off the bus at the depot, and she quickly set off as fast as her wobbly heels would allow to look for the Inn. Within fifteen minutes she saw the bright neon sign that flashed "Sundown Inn".
Her heart, began to beat wildly in her chest, and her fingers grew cold as ice. She could see the white M.G. parked in front of room ten, and she knew instinctively that that was where Steve would be.. For a moment Nelson's young daughter was tempted to turn around and get the first bus back to Phoenix. But it was too late, she could never return now. Forcing back her last minute misgivings, she walked as if in a trance to the room door and knocked shyly. Inside. the room, Steve jumped to his feet and took long determined strides to the door. Alicia was sleeping in the next room with the connecting door ajar, and he didn't bother to waken her. On the table were the empty bottles of tonic and Beefeaters. It was ample proof of Jeanne's idol's inebriated condition. With drunken force, he flung open the door so hard that it banged against the wall. Alicia, in the other room, .woke with a start to hear Steve snapping at the startled teenager standing timidly there.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"What?" Jeanne stammered, backing away from the, menacing figure of her idol swaying drunkenly in the doorway with a look of anger on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, and his dark hair was hanging forward in his eyes.
"The trip took longer than I thought, and I couldn't leave until ... "
"Aw shit! ..." he snarled, then reached out, grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her into the room. The door slammed behind the bewildered teenager, and turning, she saw Alicia staggering sleepily into the room.
"She finally got here, I see." the blonde female said, yawning with abandon.
"Yeah, she's here." Steve snarled.
Jeanne turned towards the boy, her eyes wide with turmoil and confusion. Why was Alicia here too? Why was Steve being so rough with her? It wasn't at all what she had expected.
"Well, don't just stand there," Steve barked. "get undressed!"
"Undressed? But - Steve, I don't understand;" the teenager whimpered, "Why is Alicia here?"
"What's the matter, baby? I thought you were more hip than that! I thought we'd have a little extra fun. Maybe a three way scene, you know?"
"You don't ... mean... ?"
"Yeah, yeah, I mean!" the athlete brayed, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You like fun, don't you? That's why you came here, isn't it? Well?"
For a moment Jeanne thought she would faint dead away to the floor. Steve's words hit her with the impact of a slap in the face, and in one moment all her illusions and romantic fantasies came tumbling down like a deck of cards. It had all been a fraud; she was being used by Lewis just for sex! It was only with the last ounce of courage that she had that she kept herself from fainting. Instead, she stood motionless, petrified by confusion and fear, as Steve impatiently lurched toward her and began tearing at her dress, eager to have her completely naked. He had been impatient since early afternoon for her arrival, and he wasn't going to waste another minute waiting to get into her pussy. Nelson's stunned young daughter began to weep softly as her flimsy sundress was torn from her unresisting body and then sobbed openly as he unclasped the lacy brassiere she wore. She was trapped! She knew that now, trapped by Steve and Alicia, and there was nothing she could do to escape their humiliation of her. She had come here willingly, foolishly, and now she was theirs to do with as they wished.
"Oh please!" she begged as the lust driven, drunken athlete rolled her panties down her shapely legs, "please don't do this to me, it isn't fair."
But the jaded tennis star only laughed jeeringly in response. "Isn't she a purty sight, Alicia. I told you she was a real nice little pussy!"
Alicia nooded agreement, her sultry lips curled in a faint, alcoholic smile. Despite her reservations about this, the blonde had to admit that the girl had a most desirable young body. Standing naked in the center of the room, the teenager's vulnerable form was most appealing, with her two ripe young breasts jutting out enticingly, the bud-like nipples a bright cherry color. Jeanne's skin shimmered cream-white in the dim light of the lamp, and the degenerate blonde let her eyes travel slowly down from the girl's lucious breasts to her tiny waist; the curving whiteness of her hips and thighs and on down to her slender, shapely lets. A tingle of growing desire began to smolder in the older woman's loins at the ravishing sight, tinged with a slight trace of sympathy for the innocent girl's defenseless position.
"Don't be too rough with her, Steve," she said with a slightly drunken slur to her voice as she watched the man yank off Jeanne's wooden clogs.
"Ah, why not? She probably likes it that way, don't you Jeanne?"
Jeanne made no response except to shut her eyes tightly, trying to blot the whole horrible scene from her mind. Trapped in a motel room with a drunken tennis champion and an obscene female who had been her father's mistress! She knew then she'd been an absolute fool to come, just a stupid little schoolgirl with her head in the clouds. "Get over to the bed and spread those legs," Steve commanded her.
"No! No, I won't!" the teenager retorted, suddenly regaining some measure of dignity.
"The hell you won't!" He grabbed her by the arm, his fingers digging cruelly into her tender flesh, and Jeanne winced in pain.
"You do what I tell you, understand?" he snarled viciously, "Now, get over onto that bed. I want to see some hot action! Right now!"
Once more tears of anguish welled up in the miserable girl's eyes at the harsh tone of his voice. Last night, she had so desperately wanted to have Steve make love to her, and now this! Slowly, piteously, she made her way over to the wide motel bed, realizing that there was nothing she could do but go along with Steve's obscene demands Climbing up on the bed, she lay back, waiting for whatever came next.
"Okay, Alicia, go over there and get her ready for me to fuck her!"
Jeanne began to tremble fearfully when she saw Alicia taking off the pale blue negligee she had been wearing, exposing her nakedly voluptuous body beneath. Suddenly, she knew that she was going to be forced to make love to that woman. She was going to be forced to have relations with another woman! The very same woman who had been her father's mistress! A bitter wave of shame and humiliation seemed to crash over her like pounding waves, and she knew that this was the most degrading moment of her young life. Despite her hatred of her father, she now wished with all her might that she was home again, safe and sound. Why had she been so stupid to come? Why?
Alicia moved sensuously over to the bed and lay down next to the frightened trembling girl.
"Don't worry, Jeanne." she whispered, taking pity on the trembling teenager at the same time as she was becoming aroused. "I won't hurt you. I'm just going to love you for a while. You'll see, it'll be lovely, sugar, absolutely lovely. Now you just relax. There ..."
Despite the older woman's words of comfort, Jeanne felt a knot of nausea rumbling in her stomach. The mere thought of being touched by a woman made her skin shiver with anxiety and dread. At that moment two soft hands began touching her nipples, and the young girl shut her eyes tight in fear as Alicia stroked and played with her softly resilient breasts.
Steve sat slouched in a chair near them, watching with lewd intensity. He had stripped off his clothes, and now he began to fondle his rapidly stiffening cock, his eyes roving with obscene hunger over the appetizing sight of two luscious females in lewd sapphic embrace.
Man,, this is great, just great, he thought coarsely. "Get going Alicia; let's get the show on the road."
Gently, the blonde beauty. reached out with her slender white arms and took Jeanne's soft vulnerably quaking young body into a tender embrace, drawing the teenage girl close so that their naked bodies touched intimately, and the tips of their thrusting breasts rubbed sensuously together. Then the authoritative woman began to cover Nelson's daughter's face with delicate female kisses while her curious hands began to wander freely over the sloping curve of the adolescent's back.
Jeanne shook in automatic response. This was the lowest point of human degradation that was possible! She was sure of it, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out in an agony of shame as the sultry woman kissed her neck with warm wet kisses and blew teasing wisps of warm air into her ear. Then, without warning Alicia kissed Mark's daughter fully on the lips, and the trembling teenager stiffened her body in rigid shock.
Yet, even as she shook in shameful mortification, a little ripple of pleasure ran unexpectedly through her young frame. The soft pliancy of Alicia's lips on hers was strangely sensual, and despite her misery, she was totally surprised to experience hints of involuntary pleasure. How can this be? she thought in confusion. How can I possibly find anything pleasurable in this? It was as if her own body was betraying her mind, drawing her down into an abyss of degeneracy.
"Kiss her back, Jeanne! Go on, kiss sweet old Alicia real nice and hard!"
Like an automaton, the ravaged teenager pressed her lips up against the older woman's ovalled mouth and was completely startled to feel herself again begin to tingle with that strange unexplainable excitement. Starting from deep in her loins, a delicious pulsing heat seemed to come from nowhere and radiate like the spokes of a blazing wheel to every part of her awakening young body. It was an incredible sensation, and unconsciously the captive adolescent pressed her curious mouth harder against Alicia's, even allowing her slender arms to encircle the naked shoulders of the voluptuous blonde woman.
She was surprised at the velvety texture of Alicia's skin under her fingers, and now Jeanne's mind spun with a mixture of confusion and steadily increasing pleasure. How was it possible that under these torturous circumstances she could actually be enjoying it? It was wrong to allow herself even to submit to these feelings, wasn't it? Yet, her body seemed to be functioning out of her conscious control now, forcing, even as Steve was forcing her, to surrender to the pleasures of the flesh.
Alicia, sensing that Jeanne's resistance was now at a minimum, drew her into a more lewd embrace, and soon their naked flesh was stimulated with steadily mounting passion, as their aroused female bodies shimmered with irresistible, torrid excitement. From his seated position, Steve watched in drunken enthusiasm as his blonde traveling companion and the teenage girl mixed their tongues in long and deep tongue fucking kisses. His lean, muscular athlete's body had grown hotly aroused now as lie watched them writhing their soft gleaming bodies together, and lie began to pump his hand rapidly up and down the aching, hardened shaft of his cock, mesmerized by what he saw on the motel bed before him.
Alicia and Nelson's sixteen year old daughter were fast losing themselves in the fantastic bliss they were finding together. Jeanne would never have thought it was possible that she could respond like this with the brazen woman whom she had seen in torrid copulation with her father. She hated Alicia! How then, could she feel so wonderful? Yet these disturbing thoughts were brushed aside as Alicia bent down and began to suck intimately on the adolescent girl's firm little nipples, losing herself contentedly in the sweet supple flesh and letting her eager mouth rove freely over one ripely pointed mound and then the other. Then she began to lick downwards, with her extended tongue making a hot moist trail down the curving plane of the younger girl's abdomen until it lapped in the soft coppery triangle of pubic hair that surrounded the secret virginal slit of Cuntal flesh between Jeanne's tenderly sculpted thighs.
"Nooo ... nooooo," the tormented teenager protested suddenly. The stark reality of Alicia's mouth and tongue probing lewdly at her most private area broke through the young girl's involuntary cloud of sensual pleasure, and once more she struggled in resistance closing her legs and struggling to rise up off the bed.
"Lay down and spread those legs, cunt!" Steve snapped angrily, annoyed at having his visual delights interrupted by Jeanne's stupid protests. "You make another dumb move like that, and I'll slap you across the face. How'd you like that?"
Miserably, Nelson's daughter lay back in total surrender. It was clear to her now that the drunken idol was one of the cruelest human beings she had ever known. She cursed herself for having been taken in by his fame and good looks, for it was clear that he wasn't worth one iota of her attention.
In the next second, Alicia darted out her tongue, and it touched hotly on the petal-like folds of Jeanne's defenseless little pussy lips.
"Ooooohhh," the startled teenager moaned. The touch of the older woman's tongue on her sensitive vaginal flesh was like being jolted with electricity, and a wave of sensual ecstasy buffeted every inch of the sixteen year old girl's body, obliterating her humiliation in its wake. A radiant heat of pleasure simmered in her loins as the amorous blonde traveled the entire length of her cuntal split with her expertly lapping tongue.
Steve's eyes were riveted to the lurid scene, and his hotly stiffened cock lurched with excitement as the arrogant champion watched Alicia close her mouth around the pulsing bud of Jeanne's clitoris, just as he had done the previous morning. His rapidly moving hand clutched harder at his lust-distended rod of male hardness, and he increased the tempo of his masturbation . as he watched the young teenager wriggle helplessly under his blonde companion's artful tongueing of her cunt.
"Aaaannnggghh!" Jeanne moaned as her tiny clitoris began to throb with overpowering waves of wet pleasure now, and she could only surrender to the overwhelming sensations of hot lust that Alicia induced with her lapping tongue.
Moments later, the hungrily sucking blonde darted her slick tongue into Jeanne's still innocent pussy, making Nelson's daughter cry out again with unwanted arousal. Jolting flashes of unbearable sensual heat surged through the squirming teenager's hotly throbbing body, and she gave herself up to the wetly probing tongue, spreading her legs wider to receive more of the ravishing ecstasy that she had no strength to fight against.
"Hey, Alicia," Steve shouted suddenly, "let sweetie-pie suck on your cunt, too. Swing around, you two!"
Immediately, and with enthusiasm, the wildly aroused female removed her face from Jeanne's passion drenched pussy and repositioned herself, straddling the gasping teenager and placing her eager pussy tight over the forcibly aroused adolescent's mouth. Then, supported on her elbows, the sex driven blonde bent down and immediately began to lick hungrily once more at the warm pussy-flesh below.
Nelson's daughter, however was shivering once more in utter humiliation, for she knew that Steve wanted her to lick Alicia's cunt! How could she bring herself to do such a horrible thing?
It seemed impossible, but in the next instant the sensual older woman lowered her pussy directly onto Jeanne's mouth, and the shame-racked teeenager had no choice but to comply with the degenerate tennis player's command. The pungent aroma of Alicia's vaginal flesh drifted into her nostrils, and timidly, struggling to repress her deep sense of revulsion, she pushed her tongue out onto the older woman's desire moistened pussy flesh.
At first, the tormented adolescent recoiled from the tart warm wetness she tasted, but then, as Alicia's frenzied tongue fucking made fresh ripples of lust surge through her adolescent body, she began to explore the older woman's moisture drenched slit, rimming her tongue around the delicate strands of honey colored pubic hair that lined the softly pulsing cleft. Finding the torridly erect bud of Alicia's clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and was both shocked and fascinated as it responded with visible little twitches of pleasure. She could hear the shameless blonde begin to moan in pleasure as well, and this stimulated her into probing even further with her inexperienced tongue.
Charged with wild sexual desire, Alicia now began to drive her tongue downward into Jeanne's helplessly responding pussy, nearly out of her mind with pleasure now that the virginal teenager was returning the lurid tongue fucking. Alicia whirled her tongue in and out and up and down, driving the captive teenager to unexpected and totally irresistible heights of pleasure.
"MMMMNNN!" Jeanne moaned in ecstasy, totally consumed now by a tidal wave of unimaginable passion. Every inch of her young body was blazing with uncontrollable lust, wilder than anything she had remotely experienced before. Then she became consumed with desire, like a wild beast caught in a hunter's net, and she began flicking her tongue upwards into Alicia's heated vaginal interior, reveling obscenely as her mouth pressed into the blonde's succulent pink pussy flesh.
Nothing mattered now! Not her cruel torment by Steve! Not her father! Nothing! All she cared about was the increasing voluptuous excitement that burned in her loins!
"I told you you'd get to like it, baby;" Steve called lewdly from across the room, sensing her surrender by her sudden wild thrashings on the bed. He jerked roughly at his heavily bloated cock, encouraging the two females to even greater heights. "Eat each other ... Suck!"
Chapter 8
Mark Nelson decided to call Terri Bruce, Jeanne's best girl friend. Hoping to make peace with his daughter, he had made dinner reservations and was calling to find out when Jeanne would return. The phone was answered by Terri's mother.
"Mrs. Bruce, this is Mark Nelson. Could I speak to Jeanne, please?"
"Jeanne? Why, she's not here, Mr. Nelson."
"Not there? That's strange; she told me she would ve visiting Terri today."
"Well, perhaps she meant someone else. You see, Terri is spending the day with her grandmother and won't be back until quite late. Is anything wrong?"
Mark felt a knot of tension grow in his stomach, and sweat broke out on his forehead. What was going on? Jeanne had deceived him! But why? Where was she?
"No ... no, nothing's wrong," he managed to say, "She must be visiting somebody else, and I misunderstood her."
"I'm Sure. Oh, by the way, Mr. Nelson, is Steve Lewis still staying with you? It's so exciting, isn't it? Having him in town ..."
"No, they all left this morning, Mrs. Bruce."
"Oh, what a pity. Terry wanted to meet him. You know she's such a fan of his. He's such a good looking boy, isn't he?"
"I'm Sure I don't know," Mark said, somewhat sharply, anxious to hang up. "I've got to go now, Mrs. Bruce. Sorry to have bothered you."
"No trouble at all. Do come by and see us soon, won't you?"
Hanging up the phone, Mark raced quickly upstairs and burst into Jeanne's room. At once he saw drawers ajar and on closer inspection saw that her overnight bag was missing. She had gone off with some clothes! Why? What the hell was going on? His blood began to race in his veins and Nelson felt himself growing angrier by the minute. His eyes fell on the huge poster of the famous tennis champion, and in that instant he knew that his daughter's disappearance and the smiling, arrogant athlete were somehow connected.
"Goddamnit!"
Suddenly he knew that his sixteen year old daughter had run off with the star. Frustrated with turmoil, the enraged father banged his fist hard against the wall of his daughter's bedroom, over and over. After a few minutes, he stopped, seemingly calmed down a bit, and then headed directly downstairs, grabbed his jacket walked out the door.
It took the enraged father only half the time it usually did to get to his office in Phoenix, and then only five minutes more to find the home office's itinerary of Steve Lewis's publicity tour.
"Sundown Inn, Flagstaff," he read, and then, he headed out the door. That was several hours away! Just don't be too late, he muttered as he started the car engine, just don't let me be too late!
* * *
While Mark Nelson was speeding north to 1-escue his daughter, it was already too late. She was submerged in a sea of hot ecstasy as she drove her extended tongue upwards into Alicia's moistly clutching cunt with savage intensity, exploring every inch of the tongue fucking blonde's vaginal interior. Alicia, meanwhile, moaned ceaselessly in shameless delight as the throbbing walls of her pussy began to expand and contract with increased pleasure. Excruciating spasms of desire began to jolt through her wantonly twisting body, and she knew her climax was close at hand.
"Unnnngggg ..." she mewled into Jeanne's hot cuntal flesh, redoubling her frantic sucking and plunging her lewdly darting tongue into every available corner of the teenager's wetly palpitating cunt.
Watching them from the chair, Steve was pumping his hand furiously up and down on his straining cock, his eyes bulging wildly as they zeroed in on the virginal flesh of young Jeanne's naked cunt. It wouldn't be long, he knew, before the moment would come when he could fuck her senseless. But there was plenty of time, no need to hurry. He wanted to remember Phoenix for a good long while, and he would fuck her as many times as he wanted, and in whatever way he wanted.
Suddenly, Alicia began to moan with an almost insane intensity as her heatedly throbbing cunt walls sizzled with flashes of unbearable pleasure. Her climax was nearing, and she redoubled her efforts by plunging her greedy tongue deep into Jeanne's frantically clutching pussy flesh.
"AAAGGGHHH!" the now orgasming blonde grunted as her galvanic release began to shudder through her body.
At the same time, Nelson's desire crazed daughter mewled as she undulated her nakedly gleaming body up and down in frantic pleading on the motel bed, her cunt walls ablaze with uncontrolled lust. She felt as if she was sinking into a torrent of hot velvety softness, consumed by a raging storm of sweet aching wetness. She was cumming! ... She was cumming!
Some minutes later, Jeanne lay on her stomach on the wide double bed, completely exhausted and unable to move. Her breath came in short gasps as she tried to get her mind to focus on reality. Despite the overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced with Alicia Grant, sensations so thrilling that she was surprised to find herself feeling warmly toward the brazen woman, the sixteen year old redhead wanted desperately to get away from this sordid place, and most especially she wanted to get away from Steve Lewis who had grossly betrayed her trust in him.
"Please, Steve," she moaned piteously, "let me go home now."
"But baby," he leered, still fondling his achingly erect, still unsatisfied cock, "you haven't gotten what you came here for."
"I just want to go home," she sobbed into the sheets, "Please?"
Nearby, Alicia, who relaxed now in a chair smoking a cigarette, felt a deep twinge of sympathy for the abused young girl. Their torrid s a p p h i c 1 o v emakmg had aroused surprising maternal feelings in the jaded blonde, and her heart went out to the ravaged young girl. Yet it was Steve's party, and she was too tired and drunk to do anything about it.
"Listen, baby," the tennis champion sneered as he rose nakedly from his chair and lurched towards the bed, his stiffened cock swaying like a steel rod before him. "We've just gotten started. You came here to lose your cherry to Steve Lewis, remember? Well, it's time we started in on some real fucking!"
He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out once more to stroke the tender flesh of the sixteen year old girl. His hands ran up and down her long slender legs, coming to rest in the soft crack of her buttocks.
"Aha! that's an idea," he murmured half to himself as the tip of his finger touched Jeanne's puckered rectal entrance.
"Oooohh ..." Jeanne gasped as his finger pressed obscenely at her anus. "Don't do that! Steve don't do that!"
But the debauched man had no intention of stopping. His mind became filled with lewd ideas as he pressed his finger curiously at her tiny rectal entrance. It had been a long time since he'd fucked a chick up the ass, and no doubt this little redheaded chickie would be a wild one! There was no time to waste any available talent, and besides, they had all night, didn't they?
"Kneel up," he ordered.
"What?" Jeanne asked, not understanding what he wanted.
"I said kneel up, kid. Are you deaf or something?"
Still uncomprehending, Nelson's adolescent daughter tried to fulfill his demand, too weary to question him any longer. Slowly, she drew her knees up under herself until her ass cheeks were waving obcenely in the air, inches from Steve's leering grin.
She rested her face on the pillow and found to her surprise that the position was actually comfortable. But why was he asking her to do this? It made no sense. In the next moment, however, she felt the tennis star's hands pressing at her upturned buttocks, roughly spreading the fleshy cheeks apart.
"What are you doing, Steve? What are you going to do?" Panic stricken, the trembling teenager felt him begin to probe in between her widespread, resilient buttocks. His fingers were roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring her sensitive nether flesh. Her dazed mind sensed in horror that he was going to make her submit to some kind of additional shameful indignity. Then, even as she began to dimly comprehend, his middle finger was pressing experimentally once more at her tiny puckered ass, spreading it, teasing it obscenely. Then suddenly, with a sharp'jab of excruciating pain, he thrust it cruelly up to the first knuckle into her never before entered asshole!
"Ooooh nooo!" she screamed in agonizing torment. "Stop! Steve, please stop!"
But the lust driven man was not about to stop now. Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, forcing the tight little opening to expand unwillingly at the fierce pressure. Jeanne grimaced in pain and cried out over and over. But her cries for mercy only caused him to move his finger around still further in the dark, defensively clenching confines of her virgin asshole. The rubbery outer lips yielded a little beneath his obscene prodding and, encouraged, he forced his finger in even further into it.
"AAAIEEE!!" Nelson's sixteen year old daughter screamed out in agony, trying desperately to scramble up on the bed to escape the violent torture. Steve held her firmly with his free hand and on the small of her back and continued his pitiless attack with his cruelly worming finger. Jeanne tried moving about in some way to alleviate the sharp pain, but nothing seemed to help. She had never felt anything in her life so remotely torturous; it was like a sharp knife was being forced up her rectum.
Wave after wave of crushing humiliation and shame washed over her trembling body, and fresh tears sprang to her eyes as ha forced another finger up inside beside the first. This was worse than anything that had happened so far, for her entire backside was spread open, and the lust hungry athlete was working his finger in and out of her painfully stretched asshole!
Finally, after what seemed like endless torment, he pulled his fingers backward until they popped out. Jeanne's still clenching ass closed up again behing the withdrawal, and a blissful relief seemed to spread through her abused rectal passage. Free from the painful intrusion, she was surprised to feel a strange kind of pleasure back there. There was something about her position that was causing it, something about the way she was spread lewdly open like that. The curl fringed lips of her pussy were also spread apart, due to the obscene kneeling position she was in, and she felt completely at the mercy of whatever the cruel drunken athlete had in mind for her.
The naive teenager then remembered her girl friend Terri once saying she'd read how sometimes men made love to women by entering them from the rear, just the way she had seen her father make love to Alicia in the office. Maybe that was what Steve had in mind for her.
In spite of her shame, Jeanne wondered if the moment hadn't arrived when Steve was finally going to fuck her, and even though he had behaved brutally to her, her sex ravaged mind and body suddenly began to anticipate a new round of sensual excitement. All her misgivings seemed to flee once more before the prospect of being transported to the ultimate bliss, and unbelievably, a growing desire for the handsome young man was growing in the pit of her young stomach. Her tensely throbbing cunt felt open and empty, and she longed to feel his hardened cock enter her there at last, even from behind. In fact, she thought she would go crazy with frustration now if he didn't. She had dreamed of this moment for so long that now, even in the face of his cruel treatment, the sex abused teenager wanted him to fuck her.
"Please, Steve ... do it to me now," she begged almost incoherently, "Make love to me now. I want you."
* * *
Driving as fast as he dared toward his daughter, Mark's mind was racked with tormenting thoughts, and it was all he could do to keep his mind on the road.
I can't believe it, lie screamed inwardly, I can't believe its happening. Everything seemed to be crashing down around him, like and avalanche. Suddenly he knew that all his fears about Jeanne and Steve Lewis were true!
Now she had run off with him, in spite every effort Mark had made to keep them apart. But somehow the worst part of it was the fact that he had not only been deceived by his daughter and the young man, but apparently by Alicia, too. That seemed even harder to take. He had trusted the beautiful blonde and had found in her arms more pleasure and joy than he had known for years. Yet all the while he was positive now she had been a party to the affair between Steve and his daughter. She must have known all along what was going on and was playing Mark for a sucker, laughing up her sleeve all the while she was whispering words of love in his ear.
Nelson cursed himself for letting his pent-up desires and emotions blind him to reality like that. Maybe all women were the same, lying and deceitful, driven only by their sensual needs and wrapping a man around their fingers for whatever selfish ends they had in mind. It had been true of his wife, certainly true with his daughter, and now it looked as if Alicia was having a big laugh at his expense, too.
"Damn it," he snapped aloud, DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!"
Bitterly he wondered what he would find when he reached the Inn, and how he could face them all. Well, there was no use thinking about it. The best he could hope for would bo to rescue Jeanne and maybe send her away to a private school where she could learn some discipline.
Oh Jeanne, Jeanne, he said inwardly, what's happening between us? Somewhere he knew he had been a total failure as a father to the beautiful young girl. He remembered her as a baby, a cunning little angel, so sweet, so wonderful. How had it happened? What had led her to turn out this way and be so resentful of her own parent? It was impossibly complicated, and his heart ached with unhappiness. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he focused his eyes on the road. Glancing at the advancing road sign, he saw that Flagstaff was only a few miles away now. He would be there in about twenty minutes.
Chapter 9
In the motel room, Nelson's sixteen year old daughter was so drenched with sensuality now that she was hungering wildly for the tennis idol to fuck her. Steve sidled up behind her on the bed with mounting drunken excitement as she invitingly, lewdly, rotated her trembling white buttocks in obscene encouragement to him. The athlete knew now, in triumph, that he had accomplished one of his goals - that was to turn the innocent little virgin into a writhing mass of sex hungry flesh.
Kneeling behind her on the mattresss, his rock hard cock grazed the naked flesh of her buttocks, and he slowly prepared himself for his first penetration into her tempting young teenage body. While, driven half mad with longing, Jeanne reached behind her blindly and grabbed onto his massive shaft of his extended cock. It was so huge! So thick! Shivering with anticipation, she clung to its heavy, blood engorged girth and tried to position her pinkly moist pussy so that he could enter her quickly and easily. She had to have it inside her! She had to!
"Just a minute!" Steve growled down at ther, prying her fingers loose. "I got something else in mind for now."
Holding his hotly throbbing cock in his hand, he guided it into the soft crevice between her buttocks and placed the eagerly bloated tip at the brown puckered hole of her ass. At once. Jeanne realized in terror, what he had in mind.
"No, Steve! You can't! YOU CAN'T!"
"Oh yes, babe; I sure can!"
Leering like a madman, he watched as his cock took up a big space in the soft, yielding crevice, Worming its way up into the tightness of her virginal asshole. Jeanne began to plead desperately beneath him, but he only laughed derisively at her incoherent cries for mercy. The sixteen year old's ballooning buttocks remained perfectly positioned for his cock, submissively pointing upward while he pressed hard against the tiny, tightly resisting nether ring. His balls ached with hot excitement, and his eager rod of flesh was tingling lewdly all along the shaft. In the next second, he pushed with all his strength, and his thickly inflated cock surged forward like a huge battering ram, the swollen red tip popping inside her clenching asshole with a sudden brutal thrust!
"AAAGGGHH!" Jeanne wailed in pain, her face contorted in agony from the first ravishment of her tight, defenseless ass. Pain spread to every part of her quivering body, and her mouth gritted in torment. Grunting like an animal, Steve threw himself forward so that his cock sped inward halfway at first, then finally ramming all the way into the tight dark passage, pushing the resistantly clenched flesh in brutal waves ahead of it until suddenly, with an ass flattening halt, he had plunged it it as far as he could possibly go into her ass.
The terrified young girl shrieked in blind pain as the blunt instrument of rigid male flesh lay imbedded all the way up inside her pain filled rectum. It seemed to fill her insides completely, spreading its torture like a brush fire to every inch of her flesh so that she could practically taste the pain in her mouth. She felt completely impaled, and her muscles contracted wildly in torture around the tennis star's instrument of agony. Behind her, Steve moaned in ecstasy, letting his heavily swollen member pulse in triumph in the painful depths of her body. He closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the luxurious sensation of her tightly clamping nether lips, rippling in rhythmical convolutions around his hard, bloated penis. He began to fuck into her slowly at first, then with increasing speed, sawed mercilessly into the writhing hotness of her defenseless and cringing asshole.
Grimacing in agony, Jeanne knew she would never be the same again. The champion player had taken her to the lowest possible level of human degradation, and no amount of pleading or begging, she knew, would get him to stop the terrible plunder he was subjecting her to. A dim mocking voice from somewhere deep in her unconscious seemed to say. It's all your fault, Jeanne. You got yourself into this, now take your punishment! You are here because you wanted to be here! And inwardly the sex ravished teenager knew the voice of her conscience was completely right! She had no choice now but to submit to her punishment and take it. Maybe, she thought, maybe if I relax and cooperate with him it'll all be over sooner and won't hurt me so much. Sucking in a breath of air and making a grimace, she began grinding her wide split buttocks back toward her young tormentor's advancing cock, thrusting back into the pain instead of away from it.
Charged with raw male power, the sex driven young man watched the puckered ring of her little round asshole draw back pinkly with his cock, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first the pressure of his murderously fucking cock had been almost unbearable, but now it was exhilarating. Steve watched obscenely as his brutally sawing cock disappeared into her backward thrusting anal passage, all the way in up to the hilt and then out again. Surges of savage passion rocked his lean athletic body as he increased the tempo of his brutal fucking, and his hard mind reeled with obscene thoughts and images. He had wanted his stay in Phoenix to be memorable, and it certainly was!
As the plunder of her abused asshole continued, Jeanne felt the pain easing up a little. The searing white flashes of heated pain were gone now, and as Steve continued to invade her mercilessly with his brutally thrusting penis, a strange kind of pleasure began to grow deep inside of her. It wasn't like the other sensations she had come to know in the past two days, but rather, different, violently obscene, and irressistibly alluring.
"OOOOOHHHH," she crooned a tiny, sharp rippling bursts of passion began shooting through her, "Oh yes! I want it! I want it! YESSSS!"
Pounding furiously into the abused teenager's tightly clutching anal passage, Steve was exhilarated by his dominant position over her. Sharp flashes of lewd desire spiraled through his mercilessly driving cock as he drove his lust engorged instrument of torture in and out of her tight anus with ever increasing frenzy, and he ground his hips back and forth and up and down. His violently swinging balls ached obscenely and his lurching swollen cock danced with a thousand sizzling sparks of pleasure while Jeanne moaned incoherently before him, grinding her buttocks back to meet his brutal thrusts.
"You Goddamn hot little teenage bitch!" he cried in triumph, "Fucking hot little cunt bitch!"
Yet, at the same time, neither the lust drenched tennis star the brutalized teenager, or Alicia who sat nearby lazily watching the shameful scene, heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the room, and none saw, moments later, a face appear at the window, peering through a revealing space in the curtains and gaping in stunned disbelief at the turbulent anal fucking.
Steve, now nearly out of his mind with pleasure, knew he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer, and he began to pound furiously into the violently squirming teenager's asshole, battering her shaking buttocks with his hands, and digging his fingers hard and cruelly into her naked flesh. His breath came in short bursts as he pulled her already widespread ass cheeks farther apart with his thumbs.
Thrusting like a battering ram, the delirious athlete squirted wave after wave of boiling hot cum deep into the twisting adolecent's forever stretched asshole. Jeanne screamed out in joy as sensuous thrills ravaged every part of her rectum as well as her sympathetically responding pussy. She was cumming too, wildly, unbelievably, her cuntal walls palpitating in orgasmic release while the climaxing athlete jetted endless streams of scalding cum deep into her wildly clenching asshole.
Their bliss, however was short lived, for just as Steve was draining the last of his thick male seed into the teenager's heaving rectum, the door of the room suddenly burst open and there, standing in the doorway, his eyes wild with outrage, was Jeanne's incensed father!
"I'LL KILL YOU, LEWIS!" Mark Nelson shouted at the top of his lungs, as he plunged forward to grab the naked young man who lay sprawled on top of his defenseless daughter's quivering white buttocks. Steve looked back just in time to see Nelson reaching for him and then felt himself .being lifted bodily in the air.
The startled athlete's head snapped back as he took a right to the jaw that sent him sprawling ludicrously across the room. Landing in a crumpled heap in the corner, he gazed up dazedly at Jeanne's enraged father, whose face told him that there would be more of the same if he even looked as though he might try to defend himself.
Alicia rose from her chair in an incomprehending daze, grabbing drunkenly for a nearby bath towel and backing nervously toward her own room.
"Get your clothes on, Jeanne," Mark ordered his daughter crisply, only bestowing the shortest glance of contempt on the scantily clad Alicia. "I'm taking you out of here."
"The two of you are going to pay for this, I promise!" Mark swore. "I'll ruin you, Lewis! Your career won't be worth a damn when I get through with you!"
His threats and the enraged tone in which lie spoke them sobered Alicia immediately, although Steve still didn't seem to realize what the implications were.
"Wait a fucking minute," the young tennis star began, glowering self-righteously. He started to get up, but Jeanne's father moved toward him threateningly, and he sank back onto the floor in silence.
"As for you," Mark continued, turning bitterly to Alicia, hardly able to believe that he had made passionate love to this woman less than twenty-four hous earlier, "if you weren't a woman, I'd slug you, too!"
"Sure, honey, I understand," Alicia said in a low voice, "If it makes you feel better, you can paste me one anyway. I probably deserve it!"
Jeanne pulled at her father's sleeve. She had put on her sundress, but the top was badly torn, and she had to hold the pieces together with her hand. "No, Daddy," she said tearfully, feeling so humiliated that all she wanted was to get out of the room as fast as possible. "It was all my fault. Please, let's just go! Please, Daddy!"
Deciding that there was no point in staying any longer, Mark led his young daughter out to the car, while fighting down waves of rage that coursed through his brain at the thought of Steve Lewis's filthy hands and lips and cock touching the lovely young naked body of his little baby girl! He'd take care of that little bastard! Before he was through, Steve Lewis would be exposed to the whole world for the depraved lecher he really was! Even if it cost Mark his own job, it was worth it to put that little bastard in his place. The same thought had apparently occurred to Alicia, for as Mark was pulling out of the parking lot, she was pacing nervously up and down the narrow floor space of room ten, a cigarette dangling from her slim, well manicured fingers as she tried to figure out what to do next. She was so furious with Steve Lewis that if Nelson hadn't already slugged him, she would have been tempted to do it herself. In fact, it still didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
"Who the hell does that guy think he is?" Steve was muttering as he pulled himself up off the floor. "I oughta sue him for knocking me around like that. I'm a valuable piece of property. Doesn't he know that?"
"Steve, darlin'," Alicia began gently, but with an edge to her voice, "We aren't going to sue that nice Mr. Nelson. And do you know why? Because, if we try to, Mr. Nelson might just make good his threats to ruin you. We wouldn't want our little star's name all over the papers in a nasty scandal, now would we? That would mean an end to all the lovely money and all the lovely ladies, and we don't want that to happen, do we Stevie?"
Steve looked at his promotional manager as though he really couldn't comprehend what it was all about. "I don't see what he has to be so mad about," he grumbled, "I never even got to screw his precious little daughter, Dammit!"
"I got a feeling Mr. Nelson is not aware of the tine points and technicalities of what you did or did not do. sugar. All he saw was you naked on top of his innocent sixteen year old daughter. That's underage honey, in case you didn't know, and his daughter was also naked and I think he drew his own conclusions. I know this is gonna come as a shock to you, Steve," Alicia continued, her sarcasm scarcely concealed now as she contemplated the ruin of both their careers and Spears Rackets in the bargain. "but that little girl's daddy has the idea you're a child molester."
Steve's jaw dropped in astonishment, and his face was a mask of such total self-righteousness that had things not been so serious, his blonde keeper would have been tempted to laugh in his face.
"And there's more than half a chance, sugar, that he could make it stick in court, too. So why don't you go get cleaned up and start packing, `cause I think it's time to travel on."
The news that he might actually be in trouble was too much for Steve to handle. Standing naked in the middle of the room, feeling his whole world crumble around him, he looked like a small boy and was almost on the verge of tears.
"It's not fair," he whined. "Just when I'm getting every thing I want, he tries to take it away. It's not fair." His eyes were watery, and Alicia rolled her eyes heavenward as she contemplated his child-like petulance.
"Steve," she said warningly, "I told you not to try to carry this on too far. I warned you you might get in trouble, and now, goddammit, it's happened. Now get your ass into some clothes so you're not bare-ass naked in case the police arrive!"
"What? Police? Oh God! Oh no, not the police! And now you're mad at me too! Oh, why does everything happen to me? Nobody understands me!" Sudenly the tennis star, idol of millions threw himself face downward on the bed and began beating the pillows with his fists and crying. He was actually throwing a temper tantrum, Alicia realized. She'd seen hints of it before, but this one was a full-fledged fit worthy of a young child. Her own nerves were beginning to fray dangerously, and the sight of Steve wailing like a baby was more than she could take!
More than anything else, she wanted to pack her own bag and leave the little bastard to stew in his own juice, but her own career was at stake here, too. Not just because of Steve, but if she left him in the lurch, it wouldn't sit well with the firm she worked for and who had arranged this tour. She didn't want to blow her own scene, too. So, fighting down her desire to slap Steve silly, she made her way to the bed, sat down beside the crying young man and began lightly stroking his naked back and buttocks.
"Yeah, honey," she soothed him, "Life sure is unfair, isn't it? But don't worry, honeybun ... Alicia is gonna take care of everything. Now you just get dressed like a good little boy while Auntie makes a couple of little phone calls, and everything will be fine, just fine. Just you wait and see."
Chapter 10
The shower felt warm, and it beat down hard on the soft, bruised flesh of Mark Nelson's daughter Jeanne. Every tingling drop, as it cascaded off her sore aching flesh, only served to remind the girl of what seemed to be other deeper, although invisible wounds. She had washed and washed, but still she felt dirty. Great shudders of rampant self-disgust swept through her, and she felt as though she'd aged twenty years since she left the house earlier that morning.
How impatient she'd been to get to Steve, she remembered, hating herself now for her own foolishness. Each minute had seemed like an hour. She thought of her new dress, now ruined. Steve hadn't even looked at it except to tear it off her body.
Resentfully, she also remembered Alicia, and the way Steve and the blonde woman had ordered her about, as thought she weren't even a person at all, just an object to satisfy their perverted sexual whims.
In fact, now that she was safely at home and at a distance from the lewd act she had been forced to perform with Alicia, Jeanne found herself remembering that if it hadn't been for Alicia and what she had seen her father doing to her in his office that night, there was a good possibility none of this would have happened to her.
But she couldn't really convince herself of that. If nothing else, the rude events of the past few hours had forced the naive teenager to be totally honest with herself. Even though she had submitted to them unwillingly at first, her own body soon began to respond to their lustful touches of its own accord, indeed even to crave them. And that was the worst of it. Jeanne had never dreamed that there could be any separation between love and sex. Because Steve had made her feel so good the first time she was alone with him, and had licked her pussy, she assumed she was in love with him. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have convinced herself, for whatever reasons, that she wanted to run off and meet Steve Lewis in the Sundown Inn? It didn't seem possible. Lewis himself had made an utter fool of her, he and Alicia. For the first time it occurred to the sixteen year old girl that Alicia had also wronged her father, and had possibly been as cruel to him as Steve had been to her.
Turning slowly beneath the stinging spray of water, Jeanne tried to think of her father as a human being, rather than the somewhat stern man who had looked after her all these years. Instead of seeing him as someone who was overly cautious with his adolescent offspring, forbidding her this and that if he feared for her safety, for the first time she saw him as he truly was: a lonely widower who had tried desperately to make the right decisions where his young daughter was concerned.
The young girl, in a flash of revelation, suddenly saw herself more clearly as well: a spoiled and somewhat rude teenager, a headstrong young girl who most of the time enjoyed ignoring her father's wishes a generally showed him little but contempt.
It was shocking to think of how much pain she must have caused him, for up until now the teenage girl had not been able to understand emotional pain, for it was a kind of torment which comes only with the agony of maturity. Suddenly Jeanne visualized herself trying to cope with a young daughter, trying to explain things that could not be understood until the girl herself had gone through something that would make her a woman, not only physically, but mentally as well. With this thought, Jeanne began to cry again, only this time it wasn't for herself, it was for her father and perhaps for the whole human race of which she suddenly felt herself undeniably a part of now.
She cried until her tears felt a part of the cascading shower water around her, and when the lovely teenager could cry no more, she stepped out of the shower. Her nakedly shining flesh shivered in the comparative cool of the bathroom after the warm shower, and Jeanne reached for a towel to dry herself. The soft, thick terry cloth rubbed against her flushed skin as Jeanne looked at herself curiously in the full length mirror. There were several black and blue marks on her arms and thighs, and her blue eyes looked overly large with fatigue. Her long auburn hair clung wetly to her cheeks and the tops of her shoulders as the girl carefully examined herself.
She looked for all the traces of the debauchery that Steve and his blonde companion had inflicted upon her, and was surprised to not that most of the changes were inside her. The bruises, she knew would go away in time, but the memory of that night in the Sundown Inn would be forever etched darkly in her memory.
With a deep sigh, she wrapped and tied a big towel around her silky nakedness and left the bathroom.
Going into her adjoining bedroom, for a moment she was taken aback to see the figure of her sleeping father sprawled upon her bed. She had almost forgotten how he came to be there for during her long, contemplative shower she had completely lost track of time. She remembered the embarrassed ride home in the car, when both of them had refused to even talk. And then it came out, all of it: Jeanne's affair with Steve, Mark's with Alicia, bitter words, angry accusations, and in the end, miraculously, the beginning of an understanding. For when the angry clash between father and daughter was finally over they had discovered they had one very large thing in common: they had both been hurt by it. They had both suffered enormously from the visit of the famous tennis champion and the promotional woman. And, on arriving home, they began talking for the first time together, not just as father and daughter, but as friends. They both had ended up in Jeanne's bedroom, where they were going to continue their discussion after Jeanne's shower.
Now, the pretty young teenager gazed at the form of her father, sleeping almost like a little boy on her bed, and she was overcome with warmth and love for him.
Then, Jeanne began to move with determination around her bedroom. All of the pictures of Steve Lewis came down from the walls, and were ripped to tiny shreds and deposited in the waste paper basket. When, at last, her walls were free of the athlete's arrogantly smiling face, the sixteen year old girl breathed a sigh of relief. The pleasant feminine pattern of flowers that comprised the print of her wallpaper once again made themselves felt in the room. She had always hated that wallpaper and had wanted to hide it with pictures and posters. Now, though, it seemed refreshingly pleasant, reminding her of the happy times when she was a little girl. She looked at it for awhile with a. wistful smile on her lips, then she went to stand beside her bed, looking down at her father sleeping peacefully there.
"Poor Daddy," she whispered to him, "I understand now, I understand everything."
Jeanne felt that she even realized how much more there was of life yet for her to understand, and she sensed for the first time that perhaps nobody ever understood it all. Yet this thought made her feel terribly alone, and the sad figure of her handsome father, lying pale and exhausted on her bed, made her feel even more strangely saddened. He was all alone, too, wasn't he?
Slowly the pretty young daughter lay down beside her father as the grey light of dawn was slowly filtering in through the window. It was warm and familiarly comfortable in her own bed, and Jeanne stretched out her aching body, sighing deeply. It was wonderful to be back home now in her little room, with her Daddy right there beside her. Turning on her side, she gazed with curiosity at her father's face. He looked younger to her somehow, with his features relaxed in sleep. From time to time, apparently dreaming, his expression would change and his daughter watched attentively as he muttered and called out her name.
"No, Jeanne! No!" he cried in his sleep, and then he began to thrash around restlessly so that Jeanne had to move to her side of the bed to keep from being struck by him.
Oh Daddy, she thought sadly, what have I done to you? Tenderly, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. What a wonderful father he'd been to her, and how she'd abused his trust. Instead of going against his wishes, she should have trusted him, particularly about Steve Lewis. How simple everything would have been if she'd only listened to him. Soothingly, the young girl patted her father's shirt sleeved arm. But to her surprise, the sleeping man suddenly enfolded her small form in his arms and began to smother her face with kisses.
"Daddy ... Daddy wake up!" she said, trying to pull away from him. But Mark, caught in the thrall of his dream, and operating from a completely unconscious level, continued to kiss his daughter's soft cheeks. Then, incredibly, his searching tongue found Jeanne's parted lips and slipped inside, probing fervently beyond her teeth seeking her own tongue and swirling heatedly within until his startled young daughter began to moan helplessly.
The towel that covered the sixteen year old's creamy white nakedness came undone as Mark pulled her closer and closer to him. Although Jeanne at first tried to resist his unconscious caresses, she was soon surprised and delighted to find that his embrace was having an overwhelmingly soothing effect on her, and a strange magical aura seemed to shimmer around her as his hands moved along the silken surfaces of his own daughter's naked skin. The pretty teenager felt the sweetest kind of desire overtaking her exhausted body, as though, beneath the raw lust that she had experienced with Steve and Alicia, there was something else, something that had to do with love and protection, something that had to do with her father! Her own father!
Willingly, her tongue began to probe back at his, as she allowed him to hold her close to his hard muscular body, while his hands and fingers touched her everywhere, with each caress erasing the awful shame that her idol had roused within her. She was being made whole again by her own father's desire filled tender caresses. Perhaps people would say that all this was wrong, even sinful, yet to the overwhelmed young daughter nothing had brought her such indescribable pleasure as this. Her father's touch was healing her wounds like a blessing from above. If the outside world had nothing better to offer that Steve and Alicia and their kind of degrading passion, then what she wanted was something more, something at once completely strange yet utterly familiar. She wanted her Daddy.
As she began to respond with more intensity. Mark came to his full senses. This was no extension of one of his dreams, this was real! It was really his own Jeanne, his little girl, that he was kissing so openly like this! Her real, and not imagined nakedness rubbing sensuously up against him, her open lips trembling softly against his own. For an instant he shrank away in horror and terror at his own actions, but Jeanne pulled him back closer to her!
"It's all right, Daddy!" she murmured softly, "Really, it's all right!"
For a long moment, father and daughter clung to each other in a paroxysm of desire that swept through their two bodies like an electric current. The copper haired sixteen year old's arms wound up around her lean muscular father and she began to push her firmly fleshed young body against his. A shudder of undeniable ricocheted through them as both felt the rock hard bulge of Mark's imprisoned cock pulsating turgidly against her belly. Mark's tongue was fire in Jeanne's mouth as it surged backward toward the arch of her throat.
"Daddy!" she gasped, "Oh Daddy!"
"Baby!" the love-incited father whispered back, his hands moving over the satiny softness of her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the sensuous mounds in his hands. He could sense his daughter's expectancy as, her body taut and eager, she waited for what he would do next! Cautiously he slid one hand around to her thigh, and as he moved it hotly upward, his desiring offspring trembled against him.
"Oh Jeanne, I've got to touch you like this! Let me touch your little pussy!" Mark heard himself speaking as if from a great distance, as though his brain refused to encompass what his body was doing with a will of its own.
"Yes, yes, touch it, touch me, Daddy!" Jeanne moaned into his mouth.
His fingers moved slowly upward to the smoothest flesh of all on the inside of his teenager daughter's thigh, and then he was touching the softly curling hairs of her still virginal cunt. He groaned .as the tip of his middle finger surged upward, slipping sensuously into the wetness of the small opening. "Oh God, why did I ever let anyone else touch you here?" he cried. "My baby, my own little baby girl!"
Mark sucked in his breath as his finger wormed its way upward between his daughter's slightly opened thighs, and he felt sweat begin to pour from his body as the wetness of her young pussy enveloped his trembling finger. Her nakedly quivering beauty seemed the personification of all that was young and lovely in the world as she lay quivering and unresisting against him. There was a dull throbbing at his temples as he continued to thrust his tongue into the moist warm cavern of her mouth. Her hands were in his hair now, and Nelson tried desperately to collect his thoughts but her soft sensual caresses left him dizzy, with only one thought uppermost in his mind. He wanted to fuck her! He wanted to fuck his own daughter!
"Daddy," Jeanne whispered uncertainly, "there's something I have to tell you, something you have to know." The newly awakened teenager almost seemed to be responding to her father's thoughts.
"What? What is it?" Her father asked, almost afraid to know for fear it would mean he could no longer have her close to him like this.
"I'm still a virgin there, Daddy," Jeanne admitted softly.
"You mean he didn't? You mean that ...?"
"Yes," the blue eyed redhead replied. Then she clung to him tightly again. "Oh Daddy, I want you so badly. It must have been meant to be like this, just you and me!"
Mark swallowed hard, his heart beating like a drum. "Are you sure, Jeanne?" he whispered to her.
"I've never been more sure of anything!" his offspring replied lovingly.
The sexually awakened young girl suddenly felt her father's fingers move away from the tight little opening of her cunt, and then he was going away from her. She opened her eyes in puzzled unhappiness, and was about to protest, when she suddenly realized that her fears were groundless, for her father was merely taking off his clothes, not refusing her wishes.
Momentarily alone in the bed, Jeanne closed her eyes contentedly. She heard the rustling sound of her father's clothes as they slipped from his handsome, muscular body to the floor. It was a happy sound, a good sound to her ears.
Standing beside the bed as lie took off his clothes, Mark Nelson gazed down on the ripely budding curves of his daughter's naked rose tinted body. She was made to be loved beautifully, he thought. It was a welcome task, one he couldn't assign to anyone else. The fact that Lewis hadn't already deflowered her seemed to the successful businessman nothing short of a miracle.
His cock throbbed with love, he slid his lean body down next to hers on the bed, and felt the tingling electricity that happened every time they touched, intensified now by the fact that for the first time, their two bodies were touching each other completely naked! He rolled` halfway onto her prone body, sparing her his entire weight, but letting the thick instrument of his hotly throbbing cock pulse hungrily against the flesh of her tender thigh. His fingers moved once more to that tender hair-lined slit he had touched before, only this time he felt more certain, more proprietary, for he knew that in a matter of minutes, even seconds, he would make the naked warmth of his daughter's never-before-penetrated cunt his own!
"Oh!" Jeanne cried out as she felt her father's probing middle finger wiggle back up inside her gently contracting pussy. Simultaneously his lips were pressing hard against hers, and she wanted to die from the happiness that was kindling both in her mouth and her insanely tingling pussy.
She felt a delicious glowing desire stirring within her belly. She held tightly onto her Daddy, her sensuous young body quivering with passion now that it was actually going to happen.
There was a certain fear, too, as she waited, ready to be ravished by the man she really loved. The thought that she hadn't given herself to Steve Lewis, but rather inadvertently waited for this moment, when her own Daddy would teach her everything she needed to know, this brought a new swelling of desire and happiness to her body, almost as though some of the terrible shame and unhappiness she had felt earlier was being taken away by the waves of love and arousal she now felt in her father's arms. Her loins smoldered under the sensual probing of his fingers, and she moaned weakly, tensing every muscles and spreading her legs a little wider apart.
Mark brushed the entire palm of his big hand against his little girl's cunt, cupping it tenderly, feeling the wet little split with its smooth delicate inner flesh pulsing warmly against his hand. His mouth went down to her breasts, taking one luridly rounded nipple between his lips and sucking hard. In time with his sucking, his middle finger once more slipped into Jeanne's sensitive, throbbingly hot pussy with slowly rising pressure.
She sighed softly. How natural it all felt, how good! Her father's probing finger worked teasingly now, in and out, as her young breasts quivered sensuously on her chest, each receiving the ardent sucking of her father's loving lips. She could feel the desire-stiffened rod of his cock resting against her, nudging into the soft firm flesh of her upper leg, while his finger readied her virginal cunt for. its first real fucking.
"Do you want me, baby, do you really" Mark panted, suddenly uncertain again.
At first Jeanne could only moan her response. The building fires in her body were sending white-hot flashes of heat striking through her virginal flesh. Her eyes were glazed with lust and half closed, and her naked thighs were trembling as her tight little pussy lips opened and closed around her father's circling, probing finger. This waiting was the most divine torture that Jeanne could imagine.
"Oh yes, Daddy," she murmured breathlessly. "I'm sure! I want you to do it to me more than anything in the world! I love you."
Mark thought he would come to a raging climax right there and then against his daughter's softly squirming thighs. But he couldn't. Not yet! Strange, bewildering thoughts flickered through his spinning brain. How would it be afterwards? Would he be ruining his daughter's life as well as his own? Even if he stopped right now, could things ever be normal again between them? But all this confused self-questioning was purely academic. There was nothing else for Mark to do but continue, to fulfill this call from fate without shame or guilt. Perhaps his entire life had been building now for this one perfect moment.
With utmost care and precision, Mark lifted himself up, bracing himself with his hands on either side of young Jeanne's nakedly writhing body. He allowed the purplish tip of his eagerly throbbing cock to part her sparse copper pubic hair as he pushed forward against the wide open split of her waiting pussy.
He knew that the breadth of his cock was far larger than the size of her little vagina, and that it might hurt her a little at first. So he edged in slowly, carefully, guiding his massive cock into the small pink mouth of her love-quickened pussy. The soft inner flesh of her full white thighs jerked spasmodically as he wormed his way inward. The tip of his cockhead struck against the protective hymen and paused, as if caught in a time lapse.
Jeanne, too, lay as if poised for a ritual moment in some ancient, pagan celebration. The moment had come at last, she was going to lose her virginity! But not to Lewis, she was going to give her most precious love gift to her very own father. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, and a light anticipatory perspiration broke out on her forehead.
"Now, Daddy, she whispered, "Do it now!"
Then, Mark Nelson flicked his hips forward and he was suddenly inside, completely through the flimsy little membrane that separates a girl from true womanhood. -
"Aaaaaaggghhh," his passion filled daughter halt=laughed, half-wept as a simultaneous sting of pleasure and pain bloomed in her no-longer innocent pussy. Her father was there! He was actually inside her pussy!
Mark pushed a little farther inside his daughter's warmly quivering belly, allowing her moistened vaginal walls to expand tenderly as his lust hardened cock traveled slowly but firmly deeper and deeper up into his young daughter's warmly welcoming cunt. Then it was finished, as with a last eager lunge his love swollen cock pressed all the way up inside an ecstatic Jeanne's tight little, no longer virginal cunt.
She cried out in utter pleasure, "Daddy, you feel sooo goood!"
Her lust provoking words sent spasms of heat surging through her father's rampantly aroused flesh, and he began to move. Slowly at first he slid his thick cock shaft incestuously in and out of her clasping cunt, driving his stiffened cock far up into his lovely young daughter's writhing belly, retreating almost completely, then driving in again, slowly and rhythmically, while the pressure in his semen bloated balls raged out of control. The head of his massive cock pressed tightly against the softly cushioned tip of her cervix, while the warmly wet walls of her cunt wrapped lovingly around his thick male girth.
She wriggled happily beneath her father, consumed with a torrid passion that was vastly better than anything she had experienced with the amoral athlete. Her very own daddy was actually fucking her, and his thickly swollen cock made her previously innocent vagina quiver magically with an odd combination of hot desire and faint twinges of pain. But this pain, she knew, the last vestiges of her childhood, would soon fade, leaving only the exquisite pleasure of their love.
"Good, Good, Good!" she groaned, making tiny, almost silent sounds as her father began to sway in and out of her rapidly stretching pussy. He began to toy with her pulsing titties as well, feeling the little buds of sensitive flesh become harder the more he fucked in and out of his little girl's wet cunt.
The young girl's heart beat with the frenzy of her love as her dad began to stroke into her now with increased fervor, driving his heavy cock far up into the excitedly pulsing flesh of her widening pussy. His sperm inflated balls slapped against the smooth warm crevice of her ass with lewd, wet noises that filled their ears as he withdrew his rampantly heated cock. The plunging forward again and again, with his beautiful young daughter heaving and thrashing in eager encouragement beneath him.
The savagely aroused father was charged with a kind of male potency he had never known before, particularly as his own daughter was embracing their forbidden lovemaking with total abandon, her thighs clamping tightly around his thrusting hips as he fucked up into the tightly wet heat of her teenage cunt.
"Oooohhh!" Jeanne wailed. "You feel so nice and hard inside me! I'll never leave you! Oh, I love you, Daddy!" She knew at that moment, that no man would ever make her feel the way she felt right now. There would be no use in going out into the world to try to find one. She had the one man that was right for her in her arms, no matter what anyone might think of their love, it was the right one for her. Hungrily the redhaired sixteen year old searched for his lips once more and this time their soul kiss lasted for a long time, as their bodies rubbed tirelessly, sensuously together in rapturous happiness.
Mark had never felt more joyously fulfilled than at this moment of his life. His young daughter was bringing afresh, spontaneous charm of her own to their fucking, with her hips rotating lewdly up and down against him, like some kind of enchanted goddess with and instinctive feeling for the erotic. Nelson's lust inflamed hard cock bore up into his daughter's heated cunt pussy with abandoned happiness.
At the same time, Jeanne summoned up new reserves of passion, every inch of her adolescent body was alive and tingling with joyous heat. Suddenly, she felt a volcanic -sensation begin to ripple in her loins, a pulsing wetness seemed to explode inside her, and the sensation was more tumultuous and wonderful than anything she had remotely experienced before. She knew in that magical instant that she was going to cum! To cum really for the first true time! And her father was doing it!
"Cum with me, Daddy!"
Nelson increased his pace even more, grinding lewdly into his daughter's drenched wet teenage pussy, while Jeanne's legs twitched around his hips in shameless abandonment. He watched her ripe breasts heaving and quivering as a result of his torrid fucking and saw her toss her red head wildly from side to side as she thrashed about beneath him.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" she cried,
Her curvaceous young body was spasming wildly underneath him now, as sire surrendered to a wave of orgasm that took full possession of her thrashing body. The mouth of her newly opened pussy was sucking voraciously at his hard fucking cock, making him go nearly mad with sensual pleasure. Then, in the next moment he knew he was cumming too.
"OH JEANNE!" he gasped as his shuddering balls released a hot raging load of cum in rapid hot jet streams.
Fiery hot sperm shot out from the tiny opening at the tip of his violently jerking cock and exploded deep up into his daughter's tender, clutching cunt, making her moan with husky cries of rapture as his liquid seed mixed with her female wetness in a lewd incestuous union.
Gush after gush of thick boiling cum erupted from the desire possessed father's loins and shot relentlessly, into his daughter's wetly receptive pussy. The intensity of his orgasm sent his spinning through the inner space of his mind and he felt he was a god-like creature, a man who had gone into the garden of forbidden love, and yet had not perished, but had, instead, drunk of the nectar of the gods. Finally, after an eternity of incredible bliss, their incestuous passion ebbed until, at last, father and daughter lay next to each other on the bed.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, that was so fantastic," his daughter sighed.
"Oh Jeanne, for me too. It was so good." In his heart, Mark knew, words couldn't describe. the refreshing wonder of what he had experience in his daughter's arms. "I'd like to do it again and again to you."
He was surprised, moments later to feel his daughter's slim little hand travel across his stomach and down to grasp the softly pulsing flesh of his naked cock. Instantly it jerked alive again and became eagerly waiting under his daughter's tender caress.
"Why don't we, then?" she whispered softly, lovingly in his ear.
* * *
Several days later, Jeanne Nelson stood by the door of the house waiting for her father to come out. She was dressed in a beautiful long dress with a little matching jacket. It was sea-green chiffon that set off the copper hued glow of her hair and the almost turquoise blue of her eyes. She had made no attempt to look older, but there was something about the young girl that radiated a healthy maturity.
She was smiling happily and, in truth, there was much for her to be happy about. Her father's business, thanks to a bundle of money from the main office, was booming. Not only was his bank account growing fatter and larger every day, but both of them were invited to more and more social gatherings, having definitely moved up in the world. But there was another reason for her quiet joy. Today, she would be seventeen years old at last.
A few moments later her father came through the front door, looking absolutely dashing and sporty in his new dark blue cashmere sport coat with light grey slacks. Oh how handsome he is, the young teenager sighed as he came down the stairs, a bright smile on his face for his daughter.
"How's the birthday girl this morning?"
"Wonderful, Daddy."
"Today is all yours, you know. First that big cocktail party out at the Tennis Club and then dinner at Chez Pierre's. Then, well, it's up to you to decide. But first I have a present for you."
He handed her a small box beautifully tied up with a ribbon. Jeanne's hands trembled as she took the box from him.
"Oh Daddy, I'm so excited!"
"Just open it. I hope you like it, sweetheart."
His young daughter's fingers flew, tearing the paper and ribbon off until the present was revealed. There, resting on a black velvet backing, Jeanne saw a beautiful gold car shaped key ring and tow golden keys.
"Oh Daddy, thank you!" she cried excitedly, small tears of affection forming in the corners of her eyes. "My own car! Wow!"
Gently her father leaned over and kissed his daughter on her tender lips.
"That's for being my wonderful daughter, and for being seventeen."
"Oh, Daddy! I can tell, this is going to be the best year of my life! Thank you for everything. And Daddy, I love you very much!"
