With this, the sixth volume of the Parksburg Saga, Jon Reskind brings to an end his authentic treatise of a small U. S. city, its populace and the loves, hates and tribulations that befall them ... or should we say that befall us, for who amongst us having read any or all of the preceding volumes doesn't at the least, recognize a neighbor or relative among the many and varied characters who people Parksburg?
In The Parksburg Finale, Mr. Reskind has again dwelt partly on the rebellious theme of youth, as he did in Volume Five, except that in this final volume he explores the subject to greater depths.
It is commonly said by learned men of the day that a great explanatory portion of our youthful rebellion lies in the state of the society that raised them. To believe in the institutions and conventions of a society one must believe in that society per se. Yet, with each passing day, this seems to become more difficult for our youth. Issues such as the Vietnam war and environ mental pollution are just as important in adolescent alienation as family background.
The difference between now and, let's say, the 'thirties,' is the instant information environment. There were pollution and graft and unpopular wars years past, but people didn't become aware of them immediately. Today, youth gets an instant feedback about what is happening. It makes them question the quality of our life and institutions, and this questioning seems to come at a very vulnerable period in their lives.
The second leading cause of death among our young people is suicide. There is an incredible increase in the use of drugs amongst adolescents. There is a great rise in things like the hippie subculture and youthful activism. And through it all weaves a common thread ... the alienation of young people from the central core of our society. Yet, the leaders say nothing is different, we don't have to change; we don't have to resolve the alienation of these rebels.
As always, Mr. Reskind makes no effort toward solving the issues he presents, and one subconsciously becomes aware of their sudden existence as if he has read between the lines, but the author does bring them indirectly to light, forcing the intelligent and concerned reader to take a stand, at least, within himself.
We, Jon Reskind's publishers, as always, are extremely proud to present the last of the Parksburg series, and we hope that if you have not already read the five preceding volumes you will be inspired to do so. No writer of our era is more fluent in presenting the irrevocable truth ... the nitty-gritty, in the idiom of the times.
-THE PUBLISHERS Sausalito, California February, 1970
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
Robert Pegler hadn't slept well. In part, he blamed the strange bed and unfamiliar surroundings, but in the main he knew that his restlessness was due to Beth Kallen's presence under the same roof just two doors down the hallway. It was her father's home in Parksburg and Beth's birthplace, a rather elegant old brownstone mansion of three floors with high-posted rooms, richly and comfortably furnished in a reserved manner that spoke of unpretentious wealth. The house had only been reopened a short time, Beth had told him-at least a half-dozen times during their flight down from Montreal-and she'd been nearly wild with the excitement of seeing her "Daddy" again after three years.
Robert supposed that he could adjust to that, inasmuch as he was damned near out of his mind with love for the enravishing girl who had knocked the bachelor props from beneath him that first moment he had laid eyes on her at a party in Montreal; whatever her word, deed, or spoken thought, he found himself invariably spellbound by the beauty of it. Christ, how he loved and wanted her ... if only she was just a little more mature and a bit less "Daddy" minded, but then, that too, he reasoned out with logic.
Beth had told him little of her background, speaking of it reluctantly when she did, and with pain in her beautiful green eyes, he recalled, except when she mentioned her father and then she would seem to radiate. There had been a tragic automobile accident at a railroad crossing when she was twelve. She and her mother, enroute to Syracuse on a shopping trip, had been struck savagely by the thundering train; her mother was killed while Beth had been thrown free, escaping miraculously with hardly a scratch, and from that moment forward to the day some two years later when he had closed the house, she and her "Daddy" had been inseparable.
Beth was fourteen when Adam Kallen placed her in a boarding school in New York and went off to London to practice corporate law. Two years later she had entered Bennington, a woman's college in Vermont, and it was just three months past that she'd spent the Christmas holidays with the sister of a fellow student of Robert's in Montreal. That's when he'd met her and he hadn't enjoyed a sane moment, without her in his mind, since.
Sexually, she was driving him right out of his skull. He had only to look at her to start his rod dancing inside his pants, and he felt certain that she too, was exercising the utmost willpower to keep from giving in to him. Christ, they'd come close enough several times, hadn't they? And then she would remind him that she was only seventeen and he still had two years at McGill to finish before he got his degree ... that she was a virgin and wanted to bring that precious prize to him on their wedding night....
"Then, for God's sake, let's get married, Baby!" he'd gasped against her soft, warm mouth hotly, just two nights before in her hotel room. He had driven down to Bennington and brought her back with him to Montreal for their plane connections to Parksburg the following morning. Hesitantly, she'd allowed him inside her room for a goodnight kiss after they'd had dinner, and damn, he just hadn't been able to hold it back any longer. "I-I've got to have you, Baby! I've just got to...!"
"Robert, Darling ... you promised...." he'd heard her plead weakly, her small hands pressed against his chest as he enfolded her to him, her shoulder-length, fawn-colored hair enframing her alluring oval face, her deep emerald-green eyes searching his own in mounting confused passion. Then, he felt her firm young breasts flattening against him, their hard little nipples burrowing into the muscles of his chest and he'd lost all control.
Slowly, her arms slipped upward around his neck, tiny whimpering sounds escaping her as her lips parted in response to his hungry mouth and he'd maneuvered her backwards and gently down onto the bed. Christ, it had nearly happened all right; he'd been that close ... and now, thinking about it while he lay there staring at the spring morning sunshine flooding through the bedroom window, his prick began to throb into hammer-like rigidity.
He could still feel her warm, moist kisses all the way to the depths of his belly. She had closed her eyes and offered herself, as if suddenly her whole delightful being had become inflamed with hot tongues of lashing excitement surging through her ... as if all of her frustrations had been unleashed inside her at once. She had even laughed, then cried, while she babbled up at him first in pity, then in love, her warm, soft, passionate body vibrating against him in its overflow of sensations.
"Oh God, My darling!" she'd moaned. "We shouldn't ... we shouldn't...!"
"Do you love me, Beth ... I mean, really love me?" he'd begged against the heat of her soft lips.
"Yes ... yes, yes, my darling ... I do, I do!" she'd answered, close to tears.
"Then ... then, it's all right, Baby, don't you see?"
"Oh God ... no, no, Angel! It isn't all right ... Daddy ... Daddy ... we can't, Robert ... oh please, don't...!"
In the short span of their courtship she had never lost her head, always seeming to keep command of herself and the situation, holding him back and pacifying him with caresses and promises, begging him to help her bring her virginity to their marriage bed, but this time he'd sensed her self-control waning fast ... and he no longer gave a damn about her virginity. He wanted her then, at that very moment!
His hand had slipped beneath her blouse to cup her breast outside her bra ... and then he had unfastened the restricting garment, and was massaging the exposed satiny firm spheres into a maddening hardness. She'd gasped as he took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his playing tongue obviously setting her off wildly, blinding her to the exploring touch of his excited, hot hand slipping upward beneath her skirt caressingly, between her smooth white thighs.
"Oh ... oh ... oh, Robert ... Sweetheart, please ... please stop ... we mustn't," she'd panted with sweet hot breath down into his face that was kissing and sucking at her breasts, while her arms had embraced his head even tighter to her.
He hadn't stopped; instead, his probing hands had continued to fondle and graze her tingling flesh, investigating the full length of her trembling, soft, smooth body, roving over her flat white belly and downward to the nylon concealed suppleness of her pubic mound. He had touched her there tenderly, his strong, sensitive fingers stroking and teasing, until she'd become aware of his middle finger slipping inside the legband of her sheer white panties and abruptly into the moist virginal slit of her vagina. She'd gasped aloud at the contact and he'd felt the electric-like sensation surging through her, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.
"Oh Darling! Darling ... Darling ... no, no ... please ... we can't ... we mustn't ... not yet ... my God!" she'd pleaded chokingly, his breathing against the soft flesh of her delightful breasts coming in ever increasing gasps. "Oh ... oh ... what are you doing to me? My God ... Daddy ... Daddy ... no, no, not yet ... not now ... not here, darling...!"
He'd ignored her entreaties; his prick was like an ax handle, his balls screaming for release. Fuck! He couldn't wait any longer! This was it ... now! He knew she had to hear the metallic whisper of his zipper as he unleashed the throbbing, thick length of rock-hard flesh, and then it pressed against the silken warmth of her upper thigh. Immediately, he felt her quivering body recoil automatically to its alien touch, even as his finger probed deeper between her legs into the warm snug dampness of her vagina, while he sensed the growing intoxicating waves of inner excitement that were rippling through her, and she tossed her head passionately. Then, all of a sudden, she had seemed to lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced from the pleasurable sensations that he knew were raging excitingly within her ... She wanted it! She wanted it as bad as-he had wanted to bury it inside her!
He'd searched for her hand ... found it and placed it on his hardened cock, his own big hand covering hers and enclosing her delicate fingers around it.
Then, slowly, she had tightened them, squeezing compulsively, as if examining tactually its hot rigidness, feeling it give slightly beneath the pressure while he gasped between her breasts, the sound of her increased breathing filling the room as if she'd been overwhelmed by its size.
"M-My God, Robert ... it's ... it's so big!" she'd exclaimed, holding tight to it, her voice hoarse with passion. "I-I had no idea it would be ... so long ... and thick ... M-My fingers won't go around ... Daddy ... oh God ... Robert, Robert ... my Darling...!"
Then, all of a sudden, she had begun to stroke it ... massaging the thick layer of outer skin back and forth ... up and down, to the same rhythm he had established with his probing finger deep inside her moist tight young vagina.
Fuck! There was no stopping him now, he'd thought! She was ready ... had even encouraged his advances. He couldn't stop ... couldn't! Her whole luscious body vibrated passionately, hungrily, as did his pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She'd squirmed responsively beneath his finger sinking ever deeper within the tiny ring of her cunt's maidenhead, now so moist from the lubrication he had stimulated there. It seeped from the pouting vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch even to the cleft between her round, full buttocks ... and then, in his excitement, it struck him that he was about to destroy her still intact hymen ... and he felt certain that she wanted him to! She was ready!
His prick jerked in her hand at every loving stroke she administered, and as he increased his maddening pleasure-inciting finger-thrusts up into her, so had she quickened and lengthened the pumping of her small hand clutching tightly to his throbbing, fleshy shaft, that seemed to grow and grew into unbelievable hurting hardness.
It was the sudden little animal-like whimpers that began to tumble from her lips as she seemed to squirm frantically against him, almost as if she were trying to slither down his frame toward the jerking prick she was clutching hungrily in her dainty hand that confused him ... and now he thought about that phase of her performance he couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't been a fool. Christ, what had she intended to do?
Well, whatever it was, he'd blown the mood by suddenly rolling on top of her between her legs, for abruptly, she was fighting him, clamping her long naked legs tightly together, her thighs clasping his stiff, throbbing cock between them while he struggled furiously to get the hardened tip of his prick into the moist opening of her virginal, if excited, vagina.
"Robert! No! Not this way! Stop, stop! We can't ... you mustn't!" she cried up at him, her teeth clenched as she squirmed and fought with furor he hadn't realized she possessed, clenching his rock-hard prick tightly as it strained inside her pantie-leg, its rubbery head splaying through the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her chaste, pink cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his near insane attempt to penetrate her. "No! No ... oh Daddy ... please ... my God, Darling ... stop!" she half wept, and as she squeezed and writhed furiously he'd felt the rumbling in his balls and his cock began to pump within her clutching fingers while he gasped aloud in uncontrollable, frustrated ecstasy.
He was cumming! He remembered that he'd groaned and grunted to the thick hot streams of his sperm shooting from his rod's jerking head, saturating her still obviously excited split, its quivering open lips and the surrounding silken pubic hair, until she was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the soft inner sides of her thighs and it dribbled wetly down between her legs to moisten her panties and the bedding beneath her squirming buttocks....
Then, in overwhelming shame and spent lust, he'd collapsed on top of her, breathless and still gasping ... almost sobbing as he realized that he'd probably lost her forever ... but what the hell, she was stroking his head and whispering that it was all right ... she understood ... no harm had been done ... and that she loved him with all of her heart ...!
Now, as he thought about that episode and the others that had been little more than hot necking sessions, Robert Pegler stirred uneasily in the bed. His reveries had worked him right up to a lusty peak and his prick beneath the single sheet was like a tent pole ... a not uncommon state for him these past three months, he realized. Christ, she had him going in circles; otherwise, he wouldn't be there right at that moment ... especially after their hotel fiasco and his stupid promising that it would never happen again until they were man and wife ... whenever in hell that was going to be?
She loved him; he was certain of that; yet, she was not ready for marriage, she'd told him time and again, always making a big thing of her age, as if she were some little innocent child. Hell, she was anything but that ... a virgin to be sure, but a fully matured woman in every physical sense of the word. Mentally ...? Mentally, he was not so sure ... oh, not that she was deficient in that capacity, but somewhere inside that cute little head of hers loomed a hang-up or two, and he couldn't help but think her "Daddy" had a part in it.
Once more, he shifted uneasily in the bed, his mind filling with visions of her lying in the nude in her own bed down the hall, for she slept naked she had told him, just as he did. His rod gave another jerk at the mere thought of her voluptuous, soft white body stretched out in anticipation before him. In his mind's eye he pictured the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs ... then, she would open them a little more, a teasing smile playing upon her pouting mouth. He would see that she was excited by the first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising between her legs, faintly visible and glistening in the tight, narrow pink slit as she exposed herself to him....
Christ! He had to knock this off! He was driving himself batty, he reasoned, kicking the sheet from himself and swinging his feet out to the floor. What he needed was a cold shower and he needed it pronto. He stared down at his elongated shaft of rigid flesh spearing out from his loins like a purple-knobbed scepter. Damn, he couldn't take much more of this or he'd flip! Somehow, someway, he had to make her understand his need for her; that he just couldn't walk around with a perpetual hard-on indefinitely without burying it in someone. He was a grown man with strong, virile desires ... and that was one thing that the Montreal girls readily" understood from the time they were a dozen years old ... Damn, he wished he had one of them right there at that moment ...!
He shook his head and ran his hands through his long, wavy, black hair that completely covered his lean neck; then, he ambled his lanky six-feet off toward the shower, a sudden new thought entering his mind. Perhaps, if he spoke to her father, made his intentions of marrying Beth known ... perhaps, "Daddy" might help. He seemed like a right guy, an intelligent man as well as a concerned father. Certainly, he'd been impressed by the fact that he, Robert, was studying law ... and it wasn't impossible that he might be more receptive to the idea of his daughter getting married seeing that he, himself, was planning on taking the step with his secretary, Susan Sheldon ... and there was an exotic beauty if he'd ever seen one....
Robert stepped into the shower and let a blast of cold water shock his system with near-paralyzing force, causing him to gasp for breath as the spray pummeled his muscular body like a million needles of ice, the process serving its purpose: he felt his member wilting and withdrawing to its flaccid state almost immediately. Well, maybe the outer signs of his lust had disappeared, he thought, regulating the water temperature to a more comfortable warmth, but the inner yearnings were still damn sure there, and nothing short of drowning was ever going to put them down.
He'd talked to Adam Kallen. Maybe it was silly, but if anyone should know the reasoning and nature of Beth's hang-ups it would be her own father. They were obviously close ... in fact, at the airport when Kallen had come for them on their arrival to Parksburg, he had gotten the strangest damned feeling. He'd never seen a father-daughter kiss quite so intimate....
* * *
To Beth Kallen, it seemed almost too good to be true. She was home at last, really home with Daddy and her Robert, all beneath the same roof; it just didn't seem possible. Perhaps, in a moment she would awaken to find it all just a dream, and she would be back at Bennington College, evolving from the hazy sleep of last night's pot party ... but no, it was a reality; it was!
She lay in the soft delicate luxury of her own bed, gazing warmly at familiar objects, each of which stirred a pleasant memory ... a childhood fantasy, while the clear spring sunshine of a new day streamed through her window to play upon her white, naked feet. She rolled her head contentedly on the satiny-covered pillow, causing her long, sometimes auburn-shaded tresses to unfurl in a fanlike aura of burnished tawny splendor, her lovely smile one of happiness as she lazily focused her emerald-green eyes on the tiny pair of feminine feet with their clear lacquered nails that seemed to be performing a hedonistic loveballet of their own as they caressed one another in the sun's spotlight. Momentarily, she watched their act in fascination, as if they were separate entities from the remainder of her exquisite being.
She lay deliriously naked beneath the near diaphanous sheet, its edge tucked in under her small, pointed chin, her head slightly raised to see over the twin peaks of her firm, if, moderate sized breasts, with only her dainty feet exposed upon their stage of white silk. How long had it been? Three years! Was it possible? Yes ... she'd been fourteen when Daddy had closed the house, putting her in boarding school with the nuns and going off to Europe. God ... how she had hated him for that ... but he had done the only thing possible. She understood his reasoning now, and that was all fine and noble ... undoubtedly the proper course for any father to take under the circumstances ... however, it had been utterly futile, and she was certain that he knew it as well as she.
Their kiss, that very first one when he'd picked her and Robert up at the airport ... Sweet Angel, the vibrations had been there! It was still the same between them! Three years of separation while he played corporate lawyer in London had done nothing to diminish her memory in his mind, nor vice versa. The communication of feeling and expression between them had been equal to the proverbial thousand words.
Again, Beth smiled to herself as she remembered that even Robert had shown signs of embarrassment at their father-daughter embrace....He, too, was such a darling and she really did love him, but of course that had nothing to do with what existed between her and Daddy ... even though it had lain dormant these past three years. In fact, wasn't it because Robert Pegler reminded her so much of her father that she had fallen in love with him? Both of them were tall and athletically built men, handsome in their individual ways, but it was the beauty of their inner selves, their mental brilliance, even temperament ... and the fact they both loved her that made her want them with her always ... and was that so selfish?
They were the only two men in her life. One day, she would undoubtedly marry Robert, but not yet; that final step with all of its ramifications and responsibility still frightened her. After all, she was but seventeen and Robert twenty-one, with two years more of his education yet to complete. They had their whole lives before them, and she felt confident that a few more years of maturity would do much toward rectifying her little sexual hang-ups ... for in reality she realized that it was the copulative aspects of marriage that caused her apprehension.
Beth felt snug and proud in her virginity. Percentage-wise, she was well aware that she was amongst Bennington's minority, and God knows, she had come close enough to joining the major ranks several times with Robert, especially the other night at the hotel. Lord, how frightened she'd been when she had come to her senses and realized what his intentions were. She hadn't wanted to lose him; she loved him too much and there was no question in her mind about that; otherwise she would never have begun to employ sex to gain a more sound hold on him. Really, she supposed that she'd taken unfair advantage, leading him on time and again, pretending at near sexual abandon, when in truth there'd been nothing but a cold little lump in the pit of her belly at the mere thought of intercourse, then turning him off with the plea of saving her virginity for their marriage bed. But the other night she had nearly lost all control of herself ... and had he left her alone when she started, she was certain that she would have done it for him; she had been that excited in her own need and desire....
If only he hadn't tried to force himself upon her ... had been gentle like Daddy was gentle ... perhaps it would've been different but even so, it had all turned out right ... in fact, exceptionally well considering the poor darling's shame had placed him in a position of guilt, and she felt confident that he wouldn't try it again right off. Not that she didn't want him to eventually, but not yet ... not until after she and Daddy reestablished their thing ... Oh God, what did she want? She was so confused ... and now there was that woman ... that ... that foreign Sheldon person who was trying to take her dead mother's place ...!
He can't marry her! He simply can't!
Abruptly, Beth swung from the bed, her happy mood at awakening only a short few minutes before all but replaced by one of her more sullen turns of mind. But she didn't blame her Robert for that; it was that damned Susan Sheldon. Somehow, she had wormed her way into Daddy's life, and somehow, she had to be stopped. There was no room for another woman ... any woman in her father's existence ... just the memory of her mother whose place she, herself, had taken after the accident....
Slowly, Beth arose and walked toward the bath in her complete ivory nakedness, her morose mood lifting momentarily as she caught the reflection of her young enchanting body in the full-length wall mirrors. Narcissistically, she admired herself and she was pleased with what she saw. She gazed appreciatively at her high-set, rounded, widely spaced breasts so firm and proud, their rubylike nipples distended from the cool brush of air caressing them, and down to her slender, girlish waist that gently swelled into round, provocative hips, a flat, smooth tummy and long, full, well-tapered thighs, curvaceous calves and nicely formed ankles. She caught at her long fawn-hued hair, lifting it in back to the top of her head and pinning it there, the movement causing her erect, rotund breasts to jut forth in full bloom.
Subconsciously, she smoothed her hands down over them and along her slightly delineated ribs to the smoothness of her belly and through the soft dark entanglement of silken hair covering the gentle swell at the erotic vee of her loins. She trembled and felt the flush in her cheeks at her almost wanton stroking of her own body.
Thoughts of Daddy immediately flooded her brain ... thoughts that were actually memories of a little girl whose budding breasts and sparse, hair-sprinkled mound barely announced her puberty ... a slender, frightened child who, in the aftermath of a horrible accident, could only find solace in the arms of a strong father....
"There, there, Baby ... you mustn't be frightened. Daddy's here ... holding you tightly against him in the darkness. There now, we're nice and warm and cozy, aren't we...?"
"Yes ... but Mommy's dead ... We don't have a Mommy anymore...."
Beth stared at the mirror, not seeing herself, but visualizing that scene that had taken place in this very house some five years before ... pic tured it as if it were actually taking place upon a screen before her....
"Then ... then, you'll be the Mommy, my pet...."
"And you'll be the Daddy? And ... and you'll hold me and kiss me the way you always kissed Mommy? Will you, Daddy? Oh please ... will you?"
"My baby ... baby ... you don't know what you're saying...."
But she had! She'd known well what married people did when they were alone in their beds ... just as she was alone in the darkness inside the arms of the man she worshiped, and she'd known for two years past, through the tutorship of a fourteen-year-old girl friend who lived down the street and who had more than once penetrated the sensitive pink slit between her legs with the tip of her tongue....
"Oh, but I do, Daddy! I know all about fathers kissing and putting their tongues inside their wives' pussies ... and the way Mommies suck their husband's love-dolls...!"
"Christ Almighty! What did you say?" Suddenly, he had put her away from him roughly, twisting to turn on the bedside lamp and gape at her, his handsome face screwed into a grimace of anger and horror. 'Where in God's name did you pick up all of that?"
The tone of his voice even more than the enraged, if, shocked expression on his face, had caused repetitious spasms of terror to ripple through her, until she was both trembling and crying. Dear God, she hadn't known what she had done, but undoubtedly she had committed some near-unpardonable sin. But what ...? Wasn't that the way it was ...?
"Ruthie ... Ruthie Evans told me ... Oh Daddy, don't be mad ... If you get mad at me I won't have anyone! I-I thought she was telling me the truth ... Ohhhh ... I only wanted to make you happy...."
"Oh my God! Come here, come here, my baby!" And then, he was holding her tight against him once more, the warmth of his strong body comforting her while his hand ran tenderly through her hair ... and then he was kissing her forehead, her eyes and cheeks ... and finally her mouth. "My baby ... my little darling ... Daddy loves you so ... needs you so...."
"Honest? Do you really need me, Daddy? Oh, I hope so ... because I'll do whatever you say to try and take Mommy's place...."
"Oh Christ ...! Wh-What else did Ruthie tell you? Let me hear it all, Darling."
"Well ... well, she told me about babies ... and how they were made by putting your love-doll inside the mommies' pussy ... but ... but I don't think yours would ever fit in mine, Daddy. It always looks so big."
"Oh Christ! You poor little angel! You really don't understand do you? My God, Baby ... I - I could never do anything like that to you, don't you see? Only Mommies and Daddies, like you said...."
"But ... but, I'm going to be the Mommy from now on, aren't I? Oh please, say that I am, Daddy? I want to so bad...."
"Jesus Christ!" he had gulped, as if the blasphemy was choking the life from him, and then, she remembered how he had hugged her to him and began to run his big warm hand beneath her nightie, up her legs and over her quivering belly to her tiny breasts, kissing her intermittently as he fondled and taunted the tiny nipples that peaked the then little mounds of flesh, until he tingled all over ... while his hand had smoothed down over her tummy to the puffy little swelling so neatly creased by the pink slit where the tiny hairs grew on either side, and he had done things to her with his gentle finger that had sent waves of joy soaring through her whole body. Then, before she had even realized what was happening, he had slipped down in the bed and was between her widely spread legs, his big hands warmly cupping her buttocks, his face snugly fitted into her young loins, his hot tongue splaying the lips of her pussy as it licked and taunted the sensitive pink flesh within ... sometimes, even slithering downward between her bottom-cheeks to tickle the hole of her tiny anus while he held her legs up high and pressed back against her small breasts.
Oh God, she thought, how beautiful it had been! And how much more fulfilled and needed she had felt when he'd finally, after much teasing, let her suck on his love-doll. It wasn't until that point that she'd really sensed that she'd taken Mommy's place in his life. But even then it had been ages ... almost a year ... before he'd let her take his hot love-juice in her mouth and swallow it; until that point she'd never really felt like a mommy, and after, it was almost as if she couldn't get enough.
Dear God, she had nearly done the same to Robert the other night! If only he'd been gentle and waited ... Damn, she had wanted ... wanted to see and feel him convulse beneath her in the ecstasy she was bringing him ... just as Daddy always did ... before he had closed the house and ran away from her.
Now, staring at her enticing naked body in the mirror, she thought that it must be a tremendous release when one came. She had never known the pleasure; not with Daddy, nor even the two lesbians at school who had sworn ... even bet, they could bring her around. Of course, they hadn't, and although making love to a girl was better than nothing, it couldn't compare with the sucking of a man's love-doll with it's little rubbery fireman's hat and misplaced eye....
Suddenly, Beth laughed aloud. She remembered the night she had told Daddy that was what his love-doll looked like, and he had laughed, held her tight against him as he caressed her buttocks and kissed her forehead. But there was something in his every action that night that bespoke of heartbreak to come, and now she relived it....
"My sweet and beautiful Mommy-pet ... I'm going away. We ... We can't go on this way ... never should've started. It's my fault ... shhhh ... don't say anything until I'm finished. It's my fault. You were only a baby when it started, but ... but now, you're a young woman of fourteen. Look how you've budded! My God, any boy would flip over you...."
"Daddy! I don't want any boy! I want you!"
"Oh Baby ... and don't you think that makes me feel like a million or two dollars? To know that my most prized possession prefers me over all others?" He had shaken his wise, handsome head. "But, Baby, what you refuse to realize is that I've wronged you. No matter what you say, I have. Now, the least I can do is try to rectify that wrong ... and pray to God I haven't destroyed you!"
How frantically she had clung to him, every inner fiber of her body caught up in the whirlpool of the spontaneous fear he had brought into being within her. To be without Daddy? It was impossible! She'd die! She would kill herself! Truly, she would kill herself ...!
But she hadn't. Instead, she'd gone to St. Ita's in New York, plunged into her studies, and thank God, discovered she had a flair for writing. The nuns had encouraged her and she found herself wanting to do children's books. At Bennington, she had since produced a book of children's poetry, and if she could locate a good illustrator, had an excellent idea for her first serious prose along those lines. Robert had fitted himself neatly into her life about the time she'd received word from her father that he was coming back to Parksburg to open up their home once more. It seemed as if her book idea had naturally fallen into second place ... no, third, for Robert held second and she loved him sincerely ... if only she could get things straightened out. But Daddy was coming home, and he was first and foremost.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Beth had to smile. She supposed it was a smile of confidence, based entirely on Daddy's kiss at the airport when he'd picked them up. The vibrations had been there, and there was no doubt about it. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him ... and in all truth, why else was she saving her precious virginity? Who was more entitled to it than Daddy? Subconsciously, she had withheld herself, hadn't she ... hadn't she?
This ... this woman ... Susan Sheldon, she had to be wiped out of the picture! There was no place for her! Daddy, Robert and herself ... that was all! So neat and beautifully fitted together, like a waxed, jigsaw puzzle, the pieces falling perfectly in place ... just the three of them.
Probably, they would practice law together, her Daddy and her future husband ... such harmony ... no room for anyone else! That, she would make clear at the party....
Beth smiled beautifully at herself in the mirror. How like Daddy, she thought, to have a coming-home party for her. God, he was such a beautiful, wonderful, handsome man ... and Robert was going to be just like him....
She stretched almost languidly, suddenly aware that her more profound and morose mood had passed. She gazed proudly at her never heavy breasts as they raised aloft with the upward movements of her stretching arms. Lord, it was so wonderful to be alive ... to be loved and wanted by two men, and both of them the nearest and dearest possessions to one's heart. She walked to the shower and turned on the water, experimentally regulating it.
And then, as she stepped her enticing body inside the stall door, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever really be fulfilled ... completely satisfied sexually and exhaustedly the way Ruthie Evans used to be....
CHAPTER 2
Each time she came to a pause in her typing, Susan Sheldon could hear the male voices in Adam Kallen's office. She supposed, to even hope that he would change his mind about running for District Attorney was out of the question, and those men in there with him ... Mayor Rawlings, Chief of Police, David Archer ... all of them were in his corner, prodding him, insisting that it was his civic duty to take the step ... Parksburg needed his legal mind and strong leadership if it was ever to shake off the evil shackles of vice-lords such as the late Max Bovino, or Silk Weaver, Bovino's syndicate-heir.
There was little doubt but what her Adam would accept the challenge, but Lord, how she wished he wouldn't. The danger of bucking a man such as Silk Weaver caused a little shudder to pass over her. God knows, she'd had her share of horrors the past year, since Cal Sheldon had brought her to Parksburg, and Silk Weaver had only been one of them. Now Cal was dead, a suicide, so said the law, but she had never fully accepted that theory even though all of the evidence pointed that way; then the body of Shelly Granger had been discovered in the Quarrysite Pond, not a hundred feet from where her husband's body had been found, and all indications were that Cal had murdered her and taken his own life ... following a lover's quarrel.
She could never bring herself to believe it was true. Cal Sheldon was not the finest man who had ever walked the earth, but he was never a murderer ... and he was too much of a coward to have taken his own life. Even so, that part hardly mattered any longer; it was her daughter, Nadine, who at that very moment rested in the Parksburg County Nursing Home from a mental breakdown, who constantly filled her mind ... her sweet and beautiful fifteen-year-old baby and her handsome, talented fiance, Adam Kallen ... these were all who mattered to her.
Susan rolled the finished letter from her electric machine, checked it against her notes, then inserted a second sheet. She smiled slightly to herself, the dazzling loveliness of her finely featured face brightening momentarily. She'd forgotten her future step-daughter, Beth Kallen ... and that mustn't be. The tawny-haired beauty was still but a child, herself motherless since she was twelve, Adam had told her; then, remembering the night before when they had first met, and Beth had assumed an almost immediate expression of hostility toward her, Susan sensed her smile fading. She couldn't help but wonder if the girl was going to accept her ... and if not, why not? Resentment, perhaps ... indignation that another woman should try to take her mother's place with her father?
Could that be? Even while Beth, herself, was obviously contemplating marriage with the handsome young Robert Pegler? Or was she?
Certainly, there was something strong between them ... but then, there was a tremendous bond between Beth and Adam, too ... and Susan wasn't certain but what that bothered her a little; yet, she couldn't imagine why it should....
Really, she was letting things annoy her that shouldn't. God, didn't she have enough to worry without imagining or creating new ghosts? She sighed heavily causing her full, pointed breasts to rise and tauten the silken material of her attractive mini-dress provocatively; then she leaned back in her steno-chair for a momentary break. She brushed her long, slender hand over her shoulder-length raven hair habitually, and lighted a cigarette, gazing off at nothing, her large, dark, half-oriental eyes with their exceedingly long lashes a breathtaking contrast to her ivory complexion.
Maybe falling in love with Adam hadn't been the wisest move she'd ever made, but then, she hadn't intended for that to happen either, had she. Now, it was just a little too late, for God knows, she loved him with all of her heart ... and if it hadn't been for him giving her this position as his secretary, she would've undoubtedly gone on to make the mistake of marrying Jamey Halo, the young TV actor whose estate her Cal had worked upon as caretaker ... and that's when it had all begun....
Jamey Halo, nineteen-year-old star of the Gallant Ranger-series, handsome young egomaniac ... dear God, how infatuated she had be come with him after CaPs death, and he'd near ruined both Nadine's and her own life ... She owed Adam so much ... so much that she could never repay in kind, only offer him her love to do with what he would.
How magnificent he had been to her right from the start when she had begun to work for him. It had been right at the first of the year and Jamey had left Nadine and herself to live on the estate while he went to Arizona to commence shooting his new series. The young Sayers, Mike and Leslie, had moved into the bungalow, Mike having taken her Cal's position as caretaker, and the being alone there at the big house day after day had been more than she, Susan, could bear.
She had never been an idler; it seemed that Eurasians were not reared that way, and with Nadine in school all day there was simply nothing or no one to take up her time. Oh, she supposed she could have spent more hours with the lovely young Leslie Sayer, but that enchanting Nordic beauty had her own work to contend with, being an illustrator on some free-lance basis or other as she was; so, when she could no longer take the lonely idleness, she had answered a newspaper advertisement as a legal secretary.
Although it had been some time since she had actually applied her training, Adam Kallen was quite willing to have her take a stab at it, and that had been over three months ago. There was little doubt in her mind but what she had satisfied him ... and in more ways than one.
Susan felt her cheeks flushing at the erotic thoughts that had suddenly passed through her mind in retrospect, and she couldn't contain the little smile of pleasure they brought her. Dear God, no one could ever call her a loose woman; never in her married life had she been guilty of an infidelity. In fact, she had been thirty-one years old before she had learned the true meaning of the word, love, and Adam had taught her that. Cal, her husband, had given her nothing but heartbreak and sexual frustration. Yet, it had been an evil man named Max Bovino, the now dead casino owner, who had forced her and first brought her complete sexual fulfillment....
But she didn't want to think of that ... not in the same reverie with her beloved Adam....
From the onset, their association was destined for more than an employer-employee relationship, Susan knew, for she had only to look into his deepblue eyes, or watch the gentle smile that lighted his broad, handsome face to feel his overpowering masculinity electrifying her whole being. He was a big man, over six feet, lean-waisted and broad of shoulder, with iron-graying hair, a dynamic, deep-toned voice and a masterful air of quiet domination. She must have loved him from the very, very beginning, for she couldn't remember the first moment its awareness had struck her; it was just as if it had always been and always would be ... but it was the evening of the dinner party at Mayor Rawlings' when it had truly come to pass....
They had stopped for cocktails at the Chief of Police's home where a rather large gathering of Parksburg's elite had congregated, her initial introduction into the fashionable swinging circle of which she'd heard under-the-breath rumors. Factually, she'd passed them off as idle gossip, but fifteen minutes inside the Archer's plush home and her viewpoint had begun to change. She was not exactly a child at thirty-one, and certainly she'd seen a substantial amount of hanky-panky amongst married couples before, but never quite anything like this ... and especially so early in the evening.
People known to her had actually swapped mates, were dancing and sitting in little corner nooks, openly kissing and caressing one another ... and in some cases, male hands had completely disappeared beneath female skirts....
"Surprised?" Adam had whispered as they seated themselves at the little bar and the lovely Marilyn Archer rushed over to pour them a martini.
Susan remembered she'd been grateful that there hadn't been time to answer him.
"Darlings, so nice to see you both," Marilyn Archer greeted with a radiant smile. Then, taking a second look: "But ... have we met ... of course! You're...."
"Susan Sheldon, Marilyn," Adam said. "My secretary."
"Your ... your secretary, Adam?" the attractive blonde repeated, her mouth remaining open as if in surprise. "Ooohhh, you are a sly one, Mr. Kallen ... and with a devil of an eye for beauty, I might add." Then, to Susan: "But ... but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere, Darling...."
"No doubt the Diamond-Dell," Susan had answered, forcing a calmness she actually didn't feel, for at that point she had yet to mention that sordid moment in her life to this man. "I danced there once for Max Bovino...."
"Of course! You're the China-Doll!" Marilyn Archer exclaimed. "My God, Darling, you were beautiful ... really exquisite ... and quite ah ... ah...."
"Sensuously inspiring?" Adam finished for her in his quiet, even tone.
"Exactly, Darling!" the police executive's wife agreed, smiling beautifully, and on Susan's second examination, without the slightest trace of cattiness showing.
There had been more, but only brief bantering, and then there were two martinis before them, Marilyn Archer having excused herself to look after other guests.
"I-I hope she didn't upset you, Susan," Adam said, looking over at her and smiling softly. "She's really quite a gal, but a solid one. A police chief named Lew Devons who preceded her husband gave her quite a time, too. You girls have a great deal in common...."
For a long moment she had stared at him, trying to fathom the complete meaning of his words, but his expression behind the gentleness of his smile said nothing.
"Just ... just how much do you know about me, Adam Kallen?"
He chuckled lightly. "Everything there is to know, Mrs. Sheldon ... otherwise, I wouldn't have hired you."
She had blushed then for no singular apparent reason, then, turned away to fumble for a cigarette in her purse. She heard his lighter flick and faced him. He said: "You know, Susan ... a man could fall in love with you very, very quickly ... and never realize what had happened to him."
From that moment, her movements became entirely automatic. She lighted her cigarette from the flame he held, her eyes never leaving his handsome face, the smoke curling from her mouth absently. Never in her lifetime had words such as his reached her with the same dynamic impact.
My God, I love him!
She couldn't resist touching his hand, placing her small soft one on top of his larger, tanned, muscular one. "P-Please ... don't deceive me," she half whispered, her eyes searching his deeply. "I-I've been used so many, many times ... Don't lie to me, and ... and I'll never lie to you."
He grinned warmly. "That sounds like a palatable bargain," he said. "And does the deal somehow include a closer relationship between us?"
Again, Susan felt the blood creeping into her face. She smiled, her excitement obvious, she knew. "It might," she answered softly, "I ... I believe it could."
She heard his breathing increase then, even above the hum, music, and hustle in the room, and suddenly she saw the momentary glint of lust flicker in his deep-blue eyes.
"Let's ... let's get out of here," he said huskily. "Where would you like to go?"
"To the dinner party, of course. You're obligated, Adam, and you know it. They want to talk to you about accepting the District Attorney's office and you shouldn't stand them up," she said, realizing for the first time that she wanted to be seen at his side before all of them ... to be recognized as his future mate.
He had smiled broadly. "Okay, my pet," he said, slipping from the stool. "I'd like to show you off anyway, and I can't think of a better time to do it." Then, he moved in close. "Of course, if you want, we can come back here. The Archers always throw a wild party."
"I can imagine," Susan replied, laughing lightly as he helped her off to her feet. "I think I already get the picture ... but I'm in no damn sharing mood." She ran her hand through his offered arm possessively. "Come along, Darling," she said. "Let's play politics tonight."
In his car, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her that first time, smoothing his big hands over her back and down to her round, full buttocks as he pulled her tight to him. She readily slipped her tiny tongue into the warmth of his mouth and then he did the same to her while she sucked gently on it. His hand moved to her breast to caress and stroke there, causing her breath to hitch in her throat in erotic excitement, and before she realized what she was doing, her own hand felt down between them, her long nails tracing the length of his already erect penis.
"Christ!" he gasped. "I'm going to make love to you, Baby! You know that don't you?"
"Oh ... oh yes, Darling ... I know ... and I want you to, I think ... Yes, I want you to ... but Mayor Rawlings first...?"
"A-All right ... the good Mayor, first. I-I thing I can wait that long ... after watching that beautiful bottom of yours switch around the office these past days ... but on the other hand, don't be surprised if I pull you down and rape you right in the middle of the Rawlings' drawing room floor."
Susan giggled into his mouth. God, she had been so happy. "Darling ... that's a wild idea ... but don't you think the Mayor might frown on that?"
"To hell with the Mayor ... you luscious little hot-pants angel, you," he rasped, kissing her once more. Then, he'd forced himself away and started the engine. "Come on, let's go get this dinner party over with so that I can get to the dessert!"
Again, she had laughed, but it hadn't quite come off the way they had planned. The vast Rawlings' home was large enough to afford a massive garage and ample parking area around it. Adam had found a darkened corner there and switched off the lights and motor. In the darkness, she had looked over at him, as if waiting; she could make out his outline. Then, he was moving toward her across the seat. She waited receptively in anticipation. He drew her gently to him and kissed her. Little sparkles of pleasure had trickled through her. Momentarily, she wondered if she were dreaming. She had never known such moving kisses as his, nor had she ever been kissed under such enticing circumstances, and the very excitement of its almost clandestine atmosphere caused her to tremble.
Once more, his big hands moved caressingly over her breasts and buttocks and outer thighs. She felt no shame ... only desire and perhaps a great, great need for his love. Boldly, she again traced the rigidness of his member with her fingers, shivering at its length and thickness, and she felt the sudden tenseness in her breasts as the nipples were smashed tight against his chest.
"God ... I can't wait, Baby ... I've got to have you!" he hissed, and suddenly she felt his hot hand moving beneath her dress between her warm, smooth trembling thighs.
She couldn't ... didn't want to stop him! Uncontrollably, she spread open to his exploring hand, feeling its gentle warm pressure against the sheerness of her panties at the delicately pouting pubic mound, that lurched spasmodically at the initial contact. She lay back in the corner of the seat, pulling him on top of her.
"Christ!" he gasped. "I don't know what I'm doing! I-Is it all right? Please ... I don't want to do anything you'll hate me for...?"
"Oh Darling...." she whispered, taking his handsome face between her hands kissing his mouth with warm, moist, open lips. "Y-You couldn't do anything wrong to me ... not this night, anyway...."
"Oh ... damn, damn, damn!" he groaned. "I-I'm going to make love to you, Angel ... fu-fuck you ... yes, fuck you until you cry for joy!"
"Oh ... oh, God ... ," she whimpered, feeling his hands, both of them now, moving over her hips in search of the elastic waistband of her panties.
Everything ... all was being accomplished in unbroken continuity; she felt like a young girl being seduced for the first time by her one true love. She was wild with the pleasurable excitement of it, knowing that she would die if he ever stopped now. She moaned and lifted her buttocks to help him as he rolled the snug little bikini briefs down over her hips and along her thighs until she was free of them. She spread her legs wider and he slithered half onto the seat and floor between them. His mouth sought hers, his tongue probing damply between her lips; she sucked on it lovingly, letting her body flow upward against his in the darkness.
And then, he was kissing her eyes and nose and ears and neck, gradually moving down away from her toward the naked heat smothering her loins spread so receptively before him, her dress bunched around her waist, her belly tingling with the thought of the long-denied rapture to come. She whimpered aloud as his hands slid beneath her buttocks and his mouth kissed and sucked at the soft smooth flesh of her belly ... ever moving downward ... into the tight entanglement of her silken, pubic hair. Tenderly, he nipped and lewd sensations bathed her.
In his two hands he held the lush cheeks of her round, full buttocks. His thumbs curled down between her legs and rested on either side of the soft, hair-lined flanges of her cunt. God, how she wished she could have clearly watched him there. She'd moaned in anticipation....
Tenderly, he pressed her creamy, soft thighs wide ... wide apart, and Susan felt him haunching there; her breath shortened until she whined as she sensed his loving fingers spreading the fleshy, hair-covered lips of her pussy open, and then the cool air seeped in against naked, sensitive flesh. She waited breathlessly until his tongue suddenly flicked into her, the wet tip licking teasingly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb wildly. She felt his thumbs lowering and then he pressed the opening of her vagina wider apart; once more, she held her breath while his tongue trailed down through the moist palpitating slit ... and abruptly shot into the hot, raw flesh of her cuntal channel.
Susan squirmed uncontrollably at the delicious, wet contact, instinctively reaching down to run her fingers through his hair, locking them behind his head to draw his face hard into her squirming loins. She felt his tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and she moaned and cooed aloud to him.
"Oooohhh ... it's beautiful, Darling ... beautiful. Harder, my precious. Do it harder for me!"
"Unh unh ... no," he whispered, raising his head. "I'm saving that for later. I only wanted you to know what it means to me ... how much I love this beautiful cunt ... and how badly I want it with me from now on."
"Ooooohhh," she sighed, "Ooooohhhh, my darling ... you're ... you're making me so happy. I-I think I'm going to cry...."
"No you're not. Nothing's going to spoil this night."
"Oh, Adam ... I'm so happy," she gasped. "Don't worry....nothing could spoil this special night ... and that was so beautiful, Lover. Oohhh ... come up here and ... and...."
"And what?" he prodded excitedly.
"And ... fuck me! Hurry, Darling!"
He groaned lustfully at the sound of the lewd, graphic word coming from her impassioned lips, and moved up over her on the car seat, loosening his pants as she tried to help him free his rock-hard prick. He crawled above her, lowering his mouth to hers. She tasted her own self on his lips and tongue, causing further sensations of delight to spiral through her.
"God," he choked. "You're so soft and smooth ... so goddamned soft and smooth ... like silk ... like a child! Yes ... like a little girl ... beautiful and delicious...!"
"I'm your little girl, my Darling ... if you want me ... just a child, young and excited, and wanting to learn about love from you," she had answered him, her words carrying more truth than fiction.
"Damn," he'd gasped, the salacious overtones of his cursing exclamation peaking her own desire even more. "You've had a husband ... other men ... was it the same with them?"
"Oh no, Darling, no! You must believe that," she answered him quickly, emphatically. "Never ... never have I felt this way with anybody ... Oh God, Adam ... don't make me wait any longer ... please ... please, love me, love me...!"
"God!" he blurted, shifting suddenly on top of her.
Remembering now, as she stubbed out the inch of cigarette in the ashtray, Susan recalled how badly she had wanted it, while presently she became aware of the dampness that had formed between her legs beneath the wisp of nylon snugly caressing her mound. She squirmed down against the cushioned chair feeling it give beneath her buttocks even as it pressed her panties into her vaginal crevice, and she couldn't help but rub herself gently against it, until she felt the sheer material drawing tightly in between the moist lips of her vulva. Subconsciously, she undulated her hips in an almost indiscernible rhythm in tempo with her reverie, sensing the moisture spread between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the chair cushion ....
... Yes, God ... how badly she had wanted and needed it ... and then it had moved between the receptive lips of her vagina ... the smooth round head probing, gently slipping up and down through her split ... up and down ... up and down ... separating entangled, silken hair, insinuating, seating itself ... until it slowly, delectably, moved into her, opening her passage before it, slipping up and up ... almost never ending ... filling her belly to enchanting capacity.
Momentarily, he rocked above her, allowing her to adjust to his massive presence inside her quivering, dilated cunt; he used short, baby strokes at first, and then her body reacted of its own volition. Slowly, as he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Susan sensed her whole person responding willingly and she squirmed and writhed beneath him.
"Darling!" she rasped once more. "Oh, Dar ling!" She lost herself in the expanding, long raking and pistoning movements of his plunging cock ... ever, ever burrowing deeper into her, as if he were trying to thrust the lower portions of himself inside her. Mother of God, her vagina seemed all consuming, incredibly cavernous and naked, the pressure in her loins already rising to the boiling point, a pinnacle she couldn't wait to reach.
"Fuck!" he blurted. "I'm going to make a fool of myself, Baby! I can't hold it back! It's too much! M-My balls'll burst!"
"Oh, my Sweet ... my darling ... my lover!" Oh God ... me too....It was never like this...!" she whimpered in delicious agony. "Don't try to hold ... hold back! F-Fill me with it, Darling! Spill your love into me...!" And then, she had convulsed beneath him, clinging to him as if she were in the middle of an ocean, going down for the third time, crushing her hungering pussy up against his driving rod of iron-hard flesh ... the flood sweeping over her, up from her loins and thighs toward her breasts in a mad, mad release, the excruciating sweet agony of bliss blowing the breath from her like a gigantic fist striking her in the belly.
She had screamed. Once, twice, three times she had emitted her cries of animal ecstasy, jerking convulsively under him for a long time while his gasps grew hoarser and hoarser, his strokes faster and more forceful, until he breathed one long low curse and his jerking prick penetrated the tiny mouth of her womb as she clasped her arms around him passionately, holding him tightly while he shot a stream of hot, white sperm deep into her eagerly milking cunt.
After, she remembered, they had laid motionless for a long while, just whispering little love words and embracing; later, they had smoked a cigarette before straightening up and going inside.
And that had been the first time ... the beginning, but there'd been many tender hours since ... hours of total enchantment during which he had taught her the meaning of the word, love, and when she was alone, as she was at that moment, she had only to mentally review those precious hours to work herself right up into a sensual frenzy ... God, her panties were soaked and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the tingling sensations of desire that had risen there....
Better get hold of yourself, Miss Susan. These are working hours ... hardly the time to whet your appetite ... Tonight will be here soon enough and you'll have him all to yourself again ... after the party....
The party ...? Susan thought about that, dwelling on it momentarily as once more she prepared herself to try and continue her work, with the little prurient sensations that were still agitating her loins rippling through her. It was to be Beth's homecoming party and Adam was to formally announce their own wedding plans. Yet, while she should be extremely happy about it, for some reason she was not, and she couldn't fathom why....
Abruptly, Adam's office door opened to interrupt her thoughts and Susan saw the figure of the Mayor and Chief Archer emerging, then pausing to smile back at her lover-employer. She saw Adam move toward the door amidst the other officials, then, each one shook his hand in turn, offering him words of assurance.
It was done; he would run for District Attorney, she knew, and an emptiness suddenly came into being at the base of her stomach.
CHAPTER 3
Adam Kallen sat alone absorbing a needed third Scotch-soda in his private little apartment on the third floor of the old brownstone mansion. He'd needed something to help relax him ... to lessen the tension that was tying him into knots inside. Nothing was going as he'd hoped and anticipated before Beth's arrival; there was no getting around it, his desire for her was still very much alive within him, and she knew it as well as did he.
God, he'd been so damn sure of himself ... certain that it was over and done with ... at least, confident that he could control himself in that respect. If only his baby hadn't grown with time to hate him, he'd thought. That had been his greatest fear ... that in the past three years she might have come to despise him for what he had done to her ... and now he couldn't help but think it would've been better for both of them if she had. Hell, it was anything but that, wasn't it? Her kiss at the airport had been enough to silently shout her feelings into his brain ... and God forgive him ... rekindle his own incestuous lust!
Suddenly, he drained his glass, bolted to his feet and moved his big frame across the room to the small bar. Enroute, he loosened his tie and opened his shirt collar in an effort to shake off the choking sensation that seemed to be throttling him. His goddamned evil sins were catching up with him, smothering him. He shook his head as if to throw off the mood and poured himself a stiff one over ice, minus the soda.
Once, this afternoon, he had made up his mind to confide in Susan, tell her everything and ask her to help him, but that had been before the Mayor and his cohorts had arrived to wheedle his decision out of him. Well, he'd taken the step and tossed his hat officially into the ring. He'd promised to run for D.A. on his "housecleaning" platform and his beloved little China-Doll had lapsed into a lousy apprehensive mood that had irked the hell out of him. So he had ended up in a surly temper himself, storming from the office, and now he was sorry about that.
He was a damned fool; that's what he was! He loved Susan ... and he'd been so positive that he could never love another after Barbara was killed ... but Christ, how he loved her, and with a fervor he'd never realized he possessed. Just the thought of holding and caressing her ivory naked loveliness was enough to set him off any time of day ... he'd been so unbelievably happy ... and now, Beth again.
Christ! What was he going to do? He rubbed at his broad, furrowed brow and went back to his chair, slumping into it. He couldn't let it start all over again; this time, it would destroy both of them for sure. If only young Pegler would take her off someplace ... marry her, or whatever in hell he intended to do ... and then, all of a sudden, he remembered the expression on her enchanting Barbaraesque face when he'd introduced Susan to her as his future bride to be....
God almighty, if looks could kill, Susan would've been buried by now. And in that brief moment he had realized that Beth had no intentions of tolerating another woman taking her mother's place beside him, not if she could help it.
Someway, somehow, he had to put a stop to it, and now! But how ...? Outside of putting her away from him again, there was no way ... and God knows, he couldn't do that to her without alienating her from him forever....
The light tapping at the apartment's main door interrupted his pained thoughts. He looked toward it; it wasn't locked.
"Come in," he said.
Beth entered, a ravishing smile radiating her lovely oval face. She was wearing a green peignoir that matched her emerald eyes and her long, fawn-hued hair was in a swing pageboy, completely enframing her captivating features. Adam could only stare at her bewitching childlike loveliness as she glided gracefully across the room toward him, a little ball seeming to raise up in his throat as if to choke him.
Without yet a word, she took his face between her small, soft hands and kissed him full on the mouth, the heady aroma of some exotic essence, as well as her warm sweet breath, filling his nostrils. He said nothing; he couldn't.
"Two things, Darlings," she said softly. "First, thank you for this coming-home party tonight ... and second, how wonderful it is being here with you, again. I've missed you so these past three years, Daddy ... It's been so long." She hung her head momentarily and he could see the moist little tears forming at the inside corners of her eyes. "I-I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore...."
The choking wad was tight in his throat now. She had touched him at his most vulnerable spot ... his heartstrings. He felt his own vision clouding and momentarily he saw before him a lost little broken-hearted, motherless girl; before he realized what he was doing he had drawn her down onto his lap and was cuddling her tightly against his breast as he kissed away her tears and gently stroked her hair and arms and back.
"My baby ... ," he whispered raspily. "You know I love you ... have always loved you! Why, you're my little ... my little...."
"Am I that little, Daddy?" she whispered, looking directly into his eyes as her arms slipped around his neck and she kissed him again with partially opened, moist lips.
Had he been some kind of all-powerful wizard, Adam still couldn't have prevented the erotic sensations that had charged through him. The pressure of her firm pointed breasts against his chest and the fullness of her rounded buttocks squirming down against his lengthening hardening penis suddenly filled him with an awareness of her maturity with all of the frenzy of a lightning bolt.
"Jesus Christ!" he blurted, once he'd managed to twist his face free of her captivating lips. "My God, Baby! W-We can't do this! It isn't right ... I-I just had too much to drink, is all," he stammered on, the idea that he never had been able to hold his liquor striking him as a good out.
"Why can't we do this?" she whispered, forcing her arms around his neck and clinging to him furiously. "And who says it isn't right? We belong to each other ... just as always ... the way you promised we would after Mommy died! Nothing's changed, Daddy...."
"But, it has, Beth darling! Don't you see?" Adam hissed, holding her tightly to him once more, his big, hot hands smoothing over her back and down to the swollen hillocks of her lush buttocks that were pressuring and moving in hardly discernable circles against his now rigid, jerking prick. "Y-You're a grown woman ... my own daughter ... and there's Robert ... you love him, don't you...?"
"I love you! I've always loved you!" she whispered hotly against his lips. "Whatever I am ... whatever I've got, belongs to you first ... and I want you to have it first, Daddy ... Oh God, please ... I'm no longer a child ... I know what I'm doing ... and I need you ... Look at me, Daddy, look...!"
All of a sudden, she withdrew one arm and was fumbling with the front of her peignoir. He might have stopped her ... had he wanted to ... and then she was exposed down to the round little bowl of her belly, her firm white proud breasts nakedly heaving before him, their distended, cherry-peaked nipples capping their swollen tips in a provocative loveliness that whipped his breath away.
Wild and licentious sensations spiraled through his big frame as uncontrollably his hand moved to the soft, velvety texture of her waist and she quivered spasmodically to his touch. He couldn't believe the feel of her silken warm flesh beneath his hand, nor that he was actually moving it up along the slight delineation of her ribs, until finally it was cupping the smooth, soft, pointed sphere of her trembling breast and she moaned aloud, laying her head against his shoulder as if in total happiness at last.
"There ... ," she sighed raspily. "Now, tell me ... is that the breast of a little girl, Darling? Is it?"
Adam Kallen's brain raced maddeningly. It was wrong, wrong ... and he knew it was wrong! But, Christ in heaven, he couldn't help himself! She was a vixen ... a sensually intoxicating little seductive bitch who was blinding him to all sense of reason with her delicious young body! His own daughter ... his very own little girl! Jesus God! He had to have her ... one way or another ... had to know for his own sake of reason whether he was lost forever to this satanic curse! There was no other way; he couldn't go on tormenting himself with thoughts of her perverting his brain ... he had to know!
Abruptly, he clutched her to him and kissed her savagely, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and she whimpered aloud in responsive ecstasy.
"All right, damn you!" he spat between clenched teeth while his huge hand squeezed and churned the tender flesh of her soft breast, raising further little moans of pain-bliss from her throat. "You want to play Electra ... then I'll assume the role of Agamemnon for you! You little wanton sensual bitch!" Again, he kissed her, biting at her lips and sucking them into his mouth, then, dropping his head suddenly to engulf one breast, drawing the entire areola between his lips and teeth as the desire to taste her blood ran insanely through him.
"Oh Daddy!" she whined from the pain of his teeth sinking into the tender hard flesh of her nipple. "Oh ... oh ... yes ... do it ...! hurt me...!"
But then, he had pushed her off him and was on his feet. She stared after him as he half stumbled toward the door, locking it. Then, he turned to face her, his expression almost savage, twisted and drawn in a manner she had never before seen.
"T-Take that goddamned thing off!" he half snarled. "Strip every stitch and get on the rug in front of the fireplace. We belong to each other do we ...? Well, let's find out whether that's our curse or not, daughter ... because I'm going to fuck you! You hear? I'm going to fuck some sense in or out of both of our heads. Now, move...!"
Beth gaped at her father, this man whom she had placed upon a pedestal within her mind, this idol whom she had worshiped as her secret loving Sir Knight as long as she could remember, gaped at him in shock and a new uncomprehendible horror that was growing by the second. This ... this was not her gentle, sweet, lovable Daddy ... not the wonderful man who used to hold and fondle her ... kiss her in tender, sensitive places ... the magnificent protective tower of love and strength whose love-doll she used to put into her mouth and suck ... Subconsciously, she raised her hand to the exposed breast he had sunk his teeth into and felt the trickle of blood there, while the sound of the lewd and salacious word he had spat at her ricocheted about in her stunned brain.
"W-Wait ... wait, Daddy," she stammered as he turned away and went to the bar, raising a bottle to his lips ... drinking, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Dear God, she had never seen him this way. He ... he had suddenly turned into some kind of ogre....
"Wait?" he leered. "Wait for what?" He set the bottle down heavily and moved toward her until he was inches away. "You little bitch! You ... you little split-tail slut! I tried to end it all between us ... let it die with time, but you wouldn't have it, would you? You came home here with all intentions of taking up where you'd left off, not giving a damn if you ruined both of us, or that boy who loves you, or Susan Sheldon! Your only concern was that tight little pussy between your legs and a perverted idea that I belonged to you. Well, all right, Baby ... just as you said, we belong to each other ... so, for the last time, strip before I tear that rag off you!"
"Oh, Mother of God!" Beth gasped, taking a step backwards as she still clutched at her breast. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She wagged her head gently in a negative gesture as her father began to remove his clothes. She tried to speak, but couldn't ... and then his powerful chest with its mat of hair was naked before her, his shirt on the floor beside him, and she couldn't help the tiny sensations that moved upward along her spine at the sight of his powerful, nude torso. Then, he was unbuckling his belt ... and his pants were gone. Automatically, her eyes locked upon the protruding bulge at the front of his jockey shorts and then, they were gone! A violent little spasm racked her soft body pruriently as she stared at him completely naked now, his face drawn in an almost lewd grin, then her emerald eyes, confused with both fear and desire, trailed down his massive frame to his heavy, swollen penis she had dreamed of so many times; it stood out like an ugly spear of flesh beneath his lean belly and her eyes widened in utter disbelief. Dear God! Had her memory played her false? Was that the ... the huge, monstrous thing she'd been calling her love-doll all these years?
"You're wasting time, Daughter!" he spat, suddenly assuming a salacious grin while his hand began to stroke the thick, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood-filled head.
Adam's head whirled. He hardly knew what he was saying or doing, only that the lust inside him had mounted to a peak where fulfillment alone could release him now. Damn her, she'd wanted it this way, tried to seduce him, scrounging her ass down onto his prick, baring her tits to him....
"Oh, Daddy, please ... I...."
"Don't beg me! It'll get you nowhere!" he snarled. "It's gone too far, now. I've got to know ... do we belong to each other? I've got to know, Beth ... because if we do ... the Lord have mercy on us! Now ... get that fucking thing off!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as in utter shame, Beth realized the mistake she had made. Slowly, she finished opening the peignoir and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor, closing her eyes the moment she saw the licentious expression of evil lust increase on her father's face as he drank of her naked body.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "You have become a woman, all right! You're beautiful, Baby ... those hips and thighs ... Fuck! Get over on the rug!"
Once again, his use of the vile four-letter word sent dual feelings soaring through her. Three years of wanting this man to make love to her hadn't been completely destroyed by the reality of his sudden character change; memories, mixed with the virile sight of his splendid muscular physique was causing exciting things to take place in her loins and belly; yet, the spectacle of his massive organ that had taken on a savage and frightening aspect to her, as well as his vicious personality change, were responsible for the fear and revulsion that was ever mounting inside her.
The tears still dribbled down her cheeks as she went before the fireplace and dropped to her knees, lowering her head. Adam Kallen moved toward her, coming to a halt directly in front of her, his hands on his hips, his strong legs widespread.
She said without looking at him: "I'm a virgin, Daddy."
"Humph," he grunted. "You have been saving it for me, then." She didn't answer. "Well?" he insisted.
"Y-Yes," she answered. "I-I really was."
Adam's prick jerked at the incestuous meaning of her words. "In that case ... we better not disappoint you," he said, gaping down at the entrancing figure of his captivating daughter, kneeling before him like some slave out of another age ... or at best, some Biblical daughter being bent to the lust of her warped father. He couldn't restrain the salacious, almost sadistic pleasures that were filling him. Christ, he had become some sort of satiric monster, and in his half-drunken state he didn't want to stop now ... not without fulfilling himself, no matter what the price. Let it consume him, or he would destroy it ... and now was the time. He couldn't live with it any longer; he had to know ... just as she had to know!
Suddenly, he reached down and caught a fistful of her long silken hair, jerking her head upright. Her eyes stared up at him beseechingly.
"Suck it, bitch!" he spat. "Now that you're a big girl and like to seduce men ... let's see if you can suck a cock any better! Go on, suck it ... or I'll beat you within an inch of your life!"
CHAPTER 4
If she could have her choice of anyone to be with her, it would be Sir Launcelot, Nadine Sheldon thought. That was one of the beautiful things about dogs ... they didn't lie nor cheat ... they were faithful to their last breath ... Someone had told her that ... or had she read it somewhere? Anyway, her Lonny had so many gallant attributes that few of the male specie possessed, including that young ward-boy who'd tried to put his hand under the covers when she was almost asleep and tried to feel of her.
She smiled to herself. He was good-looking, she remembered, fingering her long raven hair that the stupid nurse had braided into disgusting pigtails ... and then it seemed as if she recalled him from high-school. Yes ... Larry Walsh ... that was his name ... she could remember when she tried hard ... the way Doctor Grady had advised her to. Larry Walsh ... let's see, he ... he was a friend of Rickie Thompson ... Yes, that was it! A sweet, gangly boy really, and he always talked about becoming a doctor. Nadine laughed to herself sillily. Well, he was on the right track for sure, she decided, but she doubted that doctors made a practice of trying to feel of girls under the covers.
She laughed again to herself. Now, if it'd been handsome Doctor Grady ... that would've been another story. Man he was good-looking ... She'd bet his wife made him fuck her every night. If she didn't she was cracked someplace besides her normal holes....
But, Nadine wished she had her Lonny with her ... Whatever had happened to her Sir Launcelot? He was so magnificent ... and no one had ever fucked her with the wildness of her beloved pet. His beautiful prick was so long and thick and hard ... and when he licked her pussy she would go near out of her mind ... He was even better than Ann Trent.
Did Mommy have him? Where was Mommy? Where was Mike ... and Leslie ... and Jamey ... and Ann ... sweet Ann, she was so beautiful ... her cunt all covered with golden hair ... beautiful Ann Trent ... blond like a fairy-tale princess ... so luscious all over ... where were they? Why didn't they come and take her away from here?
Damn ... why was she here ... in bed with long fucking pigtails? Maybe ... maybe her Daddy'd come to see her ... but ... but no, he was dead, wasn't he? Dead by the pond ... and they'd found Shelly Granger in the pond ... Mike Sayer's sister, but no one knew ... Mike never told anybody why he'd come to work for Jamey ... Jamey Halo ... that bastard! They were all bastards!
Now, she remembered ... how they'd taken her away and put her in this place ... put her here to die, that's why! They all wanted her to die ... even Mommy wanted her to die! Goddamn their fucking souls! She wasn't going to die! Goddamn their fucking souls! She was going to run away and get even with all of them ... every last one ... Kill them, that's what! Kill them! And ... and she had the gun hid, too! That man's gun ... what was his name ...? Vic, that was it! Vic ... Vic ... Vic Reig ... Reigher! Yeah ... his gun was still hidden in the bungalow where she'd put it ... and she could remember.
They all thought she was dumb and sick ... didn't know what she was saying, and couldn't think straight ... but she'd show them ... Soon, she'd show them ... all of them ... Mommy ... every last damned one of them! Ann'd help her. She could always count on old Ann with the beautiful tits and pretty cunt ... You bet. She and Ann were close ... They even licked each other's pussies ... and let Launcelot fuck them ... you bet ... Ann would help her ... when she was ready to run away ... and she had a plan, too ... She was going to let Larry Walsh put his hand under the covers and feel of her, all right ... maybe she'd even suck his prick ... then...... ." A visitor, Nadine," the soft female voice suddenly broke through to her. "This nice boy has come to see you. He says his name is Rickie Thompson and he goes to high-school with you. You know him don't you?"
"K-Know him ...? S-Sure ... Hi Rickie."
"H-Hi Nade. How are you?"
"Oh ... I'm fine ... I guess." She rolled slowly onto her side to face him. "Hey ... it was nice of you to come and see me, Rick. N-Nobody ever comes to see me...."
The good-looking, long-blonde-haired boy stared at her momentarily, then dropped his head in half-embarrassment and a portion of fear at his reason for being there. He unzipped his jacket and seated himself. The nurse smiled, then backed away, leaving them alone.
"D-Doesn't your Mom come, Nade?" he questioned, watching her beautiful, if, confused face.
"Nobody comes ... except Ann Trent," she said evenly. "They want me to die ... but I'm not going to."
"Awwww, come on, Nade ... you're pulling my leg," he said, breaking into a grin.
It occurred to her then that Rickie Thompson had a very handsome smile. She wondered why she'd never noticed it before. She said: "Why did you come, Rickie?"
Momentarily, he licked at his lips. "I-I wanted to talk to you, Nade," he said, dropping his eyes for several seconds. Then, he raised them again and looked almost adoringly at the exotic ivory-skinned face of the beautiful young girl with the almond-shaped, dark oriental eyes whom he had stared after so many, many times in school.
"Oh ...? About what?" she questioned, the attractive, even whiteness of his perfect teeth registering in her mind. She had never realized that ... nor that his eyes were a limpid blue ... like the sky sometimes got in the late summer ... nor that his shoulders were so broad....
"Well ... I-I guess I don't know how to start," he was saying, looking at her, then away nervously. "G-Gosh, Nade ... you look so pretty laying there."
She smiled warmly. His words made her feel awfully good inside. "Really? I think I look like a slob ... but if you say so, Rick...."
"Yeah ... you do. You look real cool...."
"T-Thanks ... Hey, you and I'll have to go out when they let me free of this place. We'll do whatever you want ... then, we'll go to a place I know and screw a lot. Would you like that, Rick? God, I'll bet you've got a real neat prick."
Rickie Thompson raised his blushing face and gaped at the beautiful girl who was the image of her mother lying in the bed. He couldn't believe his ears. Crap! Nadine Sheldon was the prize date of the school ... she and Ann Trent ... Jumping shit! That must be what they meant about her being crazy ... because she was damned sure talking crazy ...!
"Well? Would you?" Nadine persisted. "Just you and me someplace secret and all naked where we could fuck?"
Rickie swallowed tightly. He shouldn't have come here. He knew it now. Everything they said about his beautiful Nadine was true ... She'd completely flipped ...!
Suddenly, Nadine raised to her elbow, her eyes narrowing, one luscious full breast nearly completely exposed to him as she repeated: "Well? Goddamnit, answer me Rick!"
He started to speak and had to clear his throat. Then: "Y-You don't have to do that," he said, twisting the zipper of his jacket between his fingers. "M-Maybe, I better leave now...."
"No! No, I don't want you to go! You said ... you said you wanted to talk to me ... about something!" she snapped. "Tell me, what it is! I want to know! You hear, I want to know...!"
"Okay, okay," the boy replied, holding out his hands in a gesture for her to quiet down. "Don't get mad, Nade ... golly ... Please...?"
Nadine smiled suddenly. She lowered herself to the pillow. "Know what, Rick ...? I don't understand why I didn't go for you before this ... You're a neat guy ... W-Want to kiss me?"
Rickie Thompson felt as if someone had run lag screws through the bottom of the chair into his behind and rooted him there. God, would he have loved to kiss her ... and all of the other things she'd said ... but he couldn't move. Instead, he managed: "W-What I've got to tell you ... I-I should've told someone a long time ago."
Nadine watched him. His abrupt fit of apprehension registered with her. She said: "Oh? Told whom?"
"Chief Archer ... I guess."
Once again, she raised to her elbow. His words had jelled comprehensively in her mind. "What do you mean, Rick?"
"Oh ... oh ... look, Nade, I shouldn't have come here to bother you with this ... ," he said finally, getting to his feet.
"What're you talking about?" she put to him sharply.
"Nothing, Nadine, honest ... I was just talking is all...."
"Goddamn you! You sonofabitch! What were you going to tell me?" Nadine half screamed at him, bolting upright in the bed, her lips drawn back from her small, even white teeth.
"Please Nade," he begged, stealing a glance toward the private room's door, then back to her. "Don't be like that or they'll kick me out."
"Then, tell me!"
"All right, all right ... just lie down again ... and I'll tell you."
She didn't believe him. He was just like all the rest. He wanted her to die ... but she'd play his game ... she'd lay down...."Now ... what is it?"
"W-Well," he stammered, then, with a stubborn shake of his handsome young head, he said: "I saw it all ... every bit of it. Your dad didn't kill Shelly Granger ... or himself! Someone else killed both of them, and ... and I know who. I saw it! I was hunting Indian arrowheads in the quarry...!"
CHAPTER 5
Adam Kallen's handsome face was a drunken grotesque mask of sheer, sadistic lust as he watched the subservient naked loveliness of his awe-stricken, tawny-haired daughter slowly extend trembling hands toward his heavy jerking cock. Hesitantly, her slender fingers touched it, then encircled it, causing a hot sensation of feeling to jolt through the fleshy rod, echoing in his throat with a choking grunt. And then, he saw her eyes widen in a combination of near-panic and baffling, confused desire, tiny flames of building passion kindling in them....
The actual feel of his thick, long prick hot and hard in her hand incited galvanic fermentations within Beth's loins and belly that made her gasp aloud. Her brain had become an ensnarled turmoil of sudden awakening to tainted, aberrant dreams ... yet, the presence and sight of his massive, hardened stalk inside her small hand and only inches from her face overshadowed the twinges of revulsion that were trying to make themselves noticed within her mind. Deep, inbred, child-long desires couldn't be denied and she whimpered in her mental agony as she knelt between his legs and gaped at the huge paternal organ she had begun to stroke, a new masochistic emotion surging through her as he wound his hand tighter in her long hair.
"Damn you! Suck it, I said!" her father spat down at her, jerking her face closer to his swollen prick. "There's no turning back now, little Beth ... live or die, we're going to know!"
"Oooohhh ... Oh, Daddy ... ," she moaned in an obvious blend of shame and passion.
Again, he grunted as she began to skin it back until the red-fleshed, mushroomed head popped out from the thick foreskin, not an inch away from her lips.
"Well, you want it, don't you?" he hissed. "You always wanted to suck it ... begged me until I went half out of my mind! So, what's holding you back now? Answer me, damn you! Do you, or don't you?"
"Oh ... oh, please, Daddy ... ," Beth pleaded in her erotic chaos, the degrading truth of his words sending chills of shame up her spine, even as she stared along the full length of his long, rigid shaft to the heavy, hair-covered sac of his testicles hanging powerfully between his legs.
"Say it, if you want it! Say it!" Adam heard himself bark hoarsely, his own brain a hotbed of drunken and deranged, abusive lust now, and he wound his huge hand in her hair, twisting cruelly.
"Yes! Yes!" Beth cried out desperately, tears streaming from her eyes from the pain.
"Say it right! Hurry! Tell me what you want, bitch!"
"I-I want to ... to suck your cock, Daddy!" she cried, her breast heaving with the sudden convulsions of her sobs.
He loosened his hold of her hair then, his eyes glazed, a vile, salacious leer destroying his face. Subconsciously, his tongue shot from his mouth and began to lick at his dry, bloodless lips, while he absorbed the delightful contours of her naked body. Bitch, he thought! Perverted little slut! It was the end for both of them, he knew that much. Somewhere, blocked away in the normal section of his brain, that one intelligent thought made itself momentarily to the forefront.
He brushed it away. Nothing mattered now but the satiety of his degenerated lust ... come heaven or hell!
If Beth had felt tears of shame, remorse and degradation not a half-moment before, they were suddenly blotted away by a series of releasing thoughts. Foremost, was the fact that had he not been drunk, and had she not thrown herself at him like a wanton whore, none of this would've happened. But she had ... and now she must pay the price of drawing the almost inhuman beast out in him ... yet, oddly enough, just the awareness of his brutality was bringing her masochistic pleasure ... fulfilling a hunger she had never realized she possessed. She wanted him to force her this way! Dear God ...! But beyond all else the wonderful enlightenment of knowing that she was in love ... deep, deep normal love ... and with her precious Robert. They would run away and get married ... if he would have her ... Ok God, my Robert, forgive me for what I'm about to do to my own father ...! But I must ... I must! It's the only way ... And if I can suck him dry ... I can still bring my virginity to you ...! But I can't deny it ... I want to do it! I do ... I do!
Abruptly, the maddening excitement and desire raced through her once more as she stroked his heavy cock, and she felt him writhe and heard him groan drunkenly when she drew back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing the pulsating glans, then, manipulating the thick, outer flesh back and forth, her mind saturated suddenly with nothing else but the hot, hard feel of it in her tiny hand, her fingers hardly going around it; then she moved her enchanting face forward while her brain trailed backward in time and she became a little girl again ... until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it.
Beth heard him choke in lustful anticipation, while unexplainable trickles of desire rippled through her own young belly and loins, spurring her on to draw in her breath and flick out her tiny tongue, bringing it into warm contact with the soft rubbery tip. She swirled it around slowly, wetly, excitedly, while Adam twisted and jerked beneath her taunting, until her tongue tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled into it.
She tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets seeping from it and truly she was a little girl playing 'Mommy' again, while a new, more enchanting surge of ungovernable pleasure coursed through her as her nostrils flared wildly. She licked down the full length of the heavy-veined prick and slowly back up, her small hand smoothing along it in her tongue's wake, down to the velvety flesh of its massive base, and even beyond to the soft full bag of his testicles, drawing her nails gently beneath them, then weighing them in the small palm of her warm hand, while the other again pressed the thick prepuce back until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked ... and she moved her wanting lips forward slowly, encompassing the spongy head within their ovaled circle, letting his prick glide along the full length of her tongue as her wet, rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm shelter of her mouth with its acid-like piquancy.
Adam Kallen groaned above her bobbing head and began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, carnally swollen cock in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided by his big hand wound in her long hair. He watched in lewd and warped fascination the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as her head nodded on the end of his prick with unbelievable subservience, and he shoved the aching shaft between her ovaled lips with growing fury. His grin widened with every in-thrust into her receptive, sucking mouth, and she groaned in helpless, depraved passion between his legs.
Beth couldn't fight the obscene thrill the perverted, incestuous sucking of her father's cock was bringing her, and salacious memories of similar childhood performances raced through her mind. Yet, there was still a portion of her wits that kept reminding her she must keep control ... she must, if she was to get out of this without losing her virginity to this now obsessed man whom she still loved but wanted to save from the curse that had claimed them both....
In his drunken, carnal state, Adam staggered and Beth had to clutch at his hips to steady him from falling.
"Come down here, Daddy," she ordered, drawing him down to the rug by taking his hand. "Now, lay on your back and spread your legs," she said with quivering voice and he did so, numbly.
Then, she was on it again, hunched on all fours between his wide-spread legs, her dancing breasts brushing against his inner thighs as she began to suck more voraciously with every passing second, rubbing her own thighs together and squirming her round full buttocks in accompanying masturbatory movements.
Adam watched with blurred, lascivious eyes as Beth's soft, wet mouth clasped greedily around his growing white prick sawing upward into her beautiful, if, grotesquely distorted face so filled with his cock. The thin, tensile rim of her extended, ovaled lips clung to it as though she feared it might be suddenly jerked away from her. The little depraved slut! Look at her go! She loves her Daddy's prick! She always loved it! She's lost ... I'm lost ... in hell's fire! I've got to take her ... all the way ... ram my prick right up that tight little virgin cunt of hers! It's mine! Mine ...!
He half grinned obscenely as he fucked her mouth and watched her passion twisted face suck and lick his hardened rod with a deranged perversity he had never realized she possessed. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls, and he could see rivulets of thick, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth; Christ, she was reveling in the debasement he was subjecting her to, the masochistic light gleaming in her desire-filled eyes the telltale proof.
Damn! He had to fuck her now! Virgin was she? And she'd saved it for him, her lecherous, incestuous daddy! All right ... it was time he took it from her! Shit! He wanted to ... but he couldn't move! She was drawing at his expanding prick like a back-alley whore, the thick, pummeling shaft disappearing in a sensual, lengthened fusion of her lovely face and his loins. Fuck! He rammed upward brutally, a mixture of hatred, love, and animal driving it far into her receptive mouth and throat, until strands of his pubic hair were nearly brushing at the tip of her delicate nose, while his balls churned in her tiny hands in a bloating buildup of pressure.
Beth had begun to strain and pray inwardly as she rubbed her thighs that were squeezing her moist cunt-lips together in a feverish friction of delight ... pray that she could hold him there and make him cum ... suck the lust from his loins before he forced her to take his cock into the chaste sanctuary of her tingling vagina. Dear God, she had to save that for Robert, her love! Had to! If only she could accomplish that, everything would be all right ... she was certain of it ... and later, Daddy would thank her for saving him ... for saving both of them from their curse.
Ooohhh, if only she, herself, could know the wonderful release of climax. But it was too much to pray that her wild, squirming, masturbatory gyrations would eventually bring her to completion and she knew it; yet, now she was afire with flames of lewd passion that were almost consuming her. All thoughts of shame or degradation from the incestuous act she was performing had suddenly deserted her; only the thought that she was saving her Daddy by voraciously sucking his beautiful cock to completion filled her mind, just as she was saving herself for Robert. Then, the single thought of it ejaculating, squirting its white, thick cum into her throat began to set her crazy with anticipation. It'd been so long ... oh, why hadn't she sucked Robert the other night in the hotel? God, how she wanted it now ... shooting into her mouth and throat, filling her belly as she swallowed it in hungry, delectable gulps!
It would be hot and sweet tasting, she remembered ... hot like the feel of his churning balls in her hands at that very moment. Oh God, that was it, she remembered, her mind racing back through the years, the ultimate ... when it came ... spurting its thick, warm sperm into her mouth ...!
It was too late now, Adam knew! He couldn't take it from her mouth! His balls were seething like a vat of molten steel! He gaped at her beautiful tawny head in wonder, the length of his huge prick almost entirely absorbed into her mouth and throat. Fuck! He was ramming beyond her tonsils now ... no, no, she was forcing the issue ... plunging her face down onto his aching shaft like a degenerate gone mad!
"Shit! Fuck!" he gasped. "Suck it, Baby girl! Suck it for Daddy!"
Christ! He hardly knew what he was saying. Massive whirlpools of sensations were mounting deep, deep in his churning balls and tingling loins as he watched her face working over his straining pelvis. Oh shit! He was a dissolute, fornicative, depraved, vile bastard! He'd burn in hell! He would, he knew he would ... then, he was watching with raised head, the tiny rivulets of perspiration running in thin droplets from the sides of her magnificently enticing young body, straining over him like all the bitches he had ever known. The muscles of his belly, chest and thighs were as taut as steel bands. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsating, fleshy prick even further up between her, moist, wildly sucking lips, and he watched the thin, pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth as she clung savagely to his throbbing rod, driving him on.
He stiffened and began to grunt uncontrollably, the incessant moans tumbling from his drawn-back lips, his mouth twisting crazily with nonsensical, drunken sounds sputtering from between clenched teeth.
She had won! Beth realized it as he began to jerk and convulse beneath her. Thank God! She'd saved them both ...!
And then, it was there! He gasped and cursed! He wanted to tell her, but couldn't! Now! Now! A vile, guttural oath came forth as he sensed the boiling, sticky sperm begin its insane charge from the reservoir of his pulsating balls to squirt in hot, pressured, jet-like streams into her warm sucking mouth. She clung to it as might a calf to a mother cow's teat, her cheeks expanding and hollowing obscenely as she swallowed the flooding gushes spewing from him while he stared and emptied his life-giving semen into her voraciously siphoning mouth.
Uncontrollably, Adam's hands reached down to entangle in her long hair, and she moaned in happy, if, ecstatic subservience; he held her slavishly to the convulsions of his generously pumping loins, as the vibrations of her moans were telegraphed along his still spewing shaft beyond the depths of her tonsils.
She started to cough then, sporadically, while she continued to swallow in rapid gulps to maintain her breathing. Then, he cursed out his last spurts in final fulfillment, and sensed his enormous cock beginning to deflate in his baby's mouth; yet, she continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery liquid from his rapidly shrinking penis.
In the aftermath of his spent lust, Adam started to raise up to her, for overwhelming shame and degradation were sweeping over him. He started to speak and Beth saw the tears streaming down his face ... Seconds later, he fell backwards; he had passed out.
* * *
It was a strangely awakened Beth Kallen who quietly slipped into her peignoir, straightened her hair, then found a blanket to cover her father's naked and unconscious person. She knelt beside him, placed a pillow beneath his head and gently kissed his cheek.
"W-We both won, Daddy darling," she whispered. "It'll be all right now ... I'm certain of it."
She stood and silently moved to the door. There, she set the lock and closed it securely behind her as she stepped into the hall. There'd be no party tonight, she knew. The guests would have to be called; she'd tell them that Daddy had been suddenly taken ill. Then, she would call Susan Sheldon and tell her she must marry Daddy as soon as possible ... just as she would tell her Robert of her love for him.
Truly, dear God, she had never been more happy in her life! It was almost as if she'd been released from a prison she didn't realized existed. She felt as if she could even fly if she wanted to!
And tomorrow ... tomorrow she would pay a call to Leslie Sayer, the young woman Daddy had told her did free-lance illustrations. It was time she started her book and began to live a life of meaning ... but first, came Robert ... her beloved Robert. Was it possible to be as happy as she felt right at that moment?
She moved along the corridors, descending to the second floor and stopped before his door. Lightly, she tapped. No answer. Once more....
"Huh ...? Who is it?" his thickened voice came through the barrier.
A little tightness constricted her stomach where prurient sensations still played in the aftermath of her unsated desire. Hesitantly, she took the knob in hand and turned it ... then, she saw him.
He lay on the bed in disheveled shirt and trousers, a near-empty bourbon bottle on the stand beside him and a half-filled glass in his hand. His face was contorted drunkenly and he was grinning at her.
"Well, shit," he said. "If it isn't the goddamned virgin. Where you been Baby ... getting instructions from dear old Daddy? You know ... I don't see why you two don't get married ... eh? You seem to have an awful fuckin' lot in common ... or maybe you already are, eh? Now, could that be it?"
Beth couldn't believe the insinuations that were rolling from his drunken mouth. She stared at him in a sudden guilt-rage that flushed the blood into her cheeks while her eyes narrowed in both anger and disappointment. Abruptly, she backed from the room, pulling the door closed with a loud slam and ran down the hall, unable to hold back the tears that were burning her eyes any longer.
Dear God! It's too late! Too late...!
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The Parksburg Saga
Incest, adultery, blackmail, wife-swapping, they all exist in Parksburg, USA and Liverpool Library Press in conduction with The Rear Window Series is proud to present the first complete and comprehensive study of these unique social phenomena. Mr. Jon Reskind, one of our most proficient writers, has been assigned the task of lifting aside the self righteous middle class facade that has fallen over suburban America and exposing it boldly for what it really is. The series shall consist of six novels, equally divided between Liverpool and Rear Window beginning with the issue listed below:
SAGA # 1 KAPTAIN-VOLUME I
SAGA # 2 KAPTAIN-VOLUME II A Rear Window Series Book
SAGA # 3 LITTLE DONNIE'S MOTHER
SAGA # 4 SIR LAUNCELOT-VOLUME I
SAGA # 5 SIR LAUNCELOT-VOLUME II
SAGA # 6 THE PARKSBURG FINALE Liverpool Library Books
All issues that are in the Parksburg Saga Series have a yellow flag on the upper left hand corner of the cover. Check your newsstand for the yellow flag on the Liverpool Library and Rear Window Series cover and peek behind the doors at naked, middle-class America.
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PART TWO
CHAPTER 6
The massive boxer lay sprawled on the floor of the worn living room carpet before the chair that Leslie Sayer occupied. Subconsciously, the tall blonde girl studied the sleek, short-haired coat the great, muscular animal possessed with an artist's eye, as if she were about to duplicate it on paper. It was a common habit she had acquired too long ago to remember, a practice that had placed a value on every moment of her wakeful young life ... another credit she could attribute to resourceful, loving parents.
She shifted to a more comfortable, slumping position in the battered, overstuffed chair, holding her half-filled coffee mug with its brandy-laced black contents secure from spilling. She wore plain blue tailored pajamas and a robe of red wool with white piping trimming its borders and lapels that made no effort toward concealing the curvaceousness of her lithe and willowy loveliness. Her usual radiant, Nordic beauty lacked its normal lumination, and there was a particular puffiness below her azure-blue eyes that betrayed sleepless nights. Only her long, brushed, flaxen hair admitted to her young twenty years, but her drawn expression told of inner unhappiness.
With bare foot, she rubbed at Sir Launcelot's back and the powerful animal grunted with delight.
Leslie smiled down at him. "As they say, Lonny baby ... I guess it's just you and me, eh?"
Again, the muscular brute made a simpering, guttural sound somewhere deep in his huge throat, then rolled onto his side to give her better access.
"Go to hell you lazy hound," she said lovingly. "You slept more than I did last night."
She lighted a cigarette and sipped from her cup. Booze in the morning now, she thought. It'd finally come to that ... but God almighty, she had to have some solace or she'd lose her mind entirely. Now, she smirked to herself sardonically. That was Mike's excuse wasn't it? I've got to do something to keep from thinking.
How many times had she heard that statement in the past three months ... ever since they'd discovered his sister's body in the quarry pond? A million, maybe? And now, she was adopting a similar one, but she was using nice words like 'solace' ... only for different reasons ... reasons such as having a common drunk for a husband ... a man who came home occasionally to change his clothes ... ask her for money, or maybe even throw her onto the bed and vent his miserable hate between her legs.
Dear God! She couldn't stand it much longer! Heavens knows, she'd tried to see it through, hoping he would come to his senses ... finally realize that it wasn't his fault Shelly Granger had been murdered ... that in truth, she wasn't worth the ground she now took up. But as the days passed, and he continued to drink heavier, coming home less and less, she realized that her hopes were futile. Their marriage was gone; Why in God's name she didn't go back to Minnesota, she'd never know.
She sipped at her coffee royale and felt the warm smug burning at her belly. Jamey Halo would bring it all to a head shortly. She reasoned. He'd fire Mike as caretaker for not doing his job and that would be the end of it. And certainly, she couldn't blame Jamey for that ... Jamey? Now why was she thinking of him in terms of first names? As if she didn't know! Dear God! It was the law of male and female, wasn't it? Wasn't it? How long was a girl expected to suppress her natural desires?
Once more, she rubbed her naked foot over Launcelot's massive body. She smiled openly. "Thank God for you, Baby," she half whispered. "Now, I know why Nadine loved you so ... poor little girl...." But she couldn't erase the handsome young figure of Jamey Halo from her mind.
There had never been anything between them in the months she and Mike had lived in the bungalow, but then, Jamey had been away in Arizona most of that time. And now that he was home....
The knocking against the door startled her. Leslie sat upright glanced at her watch and saw that it was ten o'clock in the morning. Sir Launcelot growled.
"Quiet, Lonny," she ordered, gaining her feet and slipping into her bedroom scuffs as she made some last minute adjustments to her appearance. Then, she walked to the door and opened it.
"Mrs. Sayer?"
"Yes," Leslie said, surprised at the appearance of the almost immediately captivating face of the alluring young girl standing there.
"I'm Beth Kallen. I write ... or try to write children's books," she said, feeling that the implication of being somewhat successful might get her beyond the doorway quicker than if she had use the word 'struggling'. I'm looking for an illustrator ... and I understand that you're a free-lancer...."
"Yes ... yes, I am," Leslie replied, both surprised and taken by the younger girl's appearance. She smiled. "Won't you come in? I ... I think you've come at an awfully good time ... I was just about ready to jump off a bridge ... or something."
* * *
Robert Pegler walked into the dining room and sat down heavily. His head throbbed as if someone had been squeezing it in a vise the entire night. Adam Kallen sat at the head of the table and the housekeeper was clattering dishes at the buffet with a vengeance that made him think Beth might have paid her to torture him.
"Morning, Robert," said Adam, not looking up at the boy.
"G' Morning, sir. Beth isn't up?"
"Up and gone."
"Gone? Gone where? I-I've got to talk to her...."
"That makes two of us, boy," Adam said, realizing the importance of what he had to say to her ... his own sweet baby. Christ! Would she ever forgive him? How far had he gone? He couldn't remember a damned thing after she'd taken her clothes off....
"Where would she go, Mr. Kallen? I mean ... what I've got to say to her is terribly important...."
"I hope to Christ it's about getting married, Robert," Adam said, still not raising his eyes to meet the younger man's. "She needs to be married ... but I suppose you already know that?"
"Y-Yes sir ... and that's exactly what I want to talk to her about," Robert said, hardly believing his ears. "But ... but I didn't think you'd agree...."
Adam jerked his head aloft, causing a sharp pain to soar through it. He said: "Agree? Goddamn, Robert, I'm one hundred and ten percent in favor of it!"
The ache in Robert's head became secondary. He couldn't contain the broad grin that spread his handsome young face. "Y-Yes sir!" he said stammering, but emphatically. "Yes sir, Mr. Kallen...!"
"Adam. Call me Adam," Beth's father said to him as the housekeeper sat his breakfast before him.
"Coffee, Mr. Robert?" she asked.
"Hmmh? Coffee? Hell, I don't care ... anything is fine," he replied grinning from ear to ear.
* * *
"I don't exactly portray the image of success do I," Leslie said, offering a little smile as she saw her visitor glance with a discerning eye around the shabby living room. "On top of that, I've become a lousy housekeeper ... or maybe ... just a discouraged housewife."
Beth had seated herself in a corner of the davenport, but now at the rather doleful tone in Leslie Sayer's voice she eased forward to the edge of the cushion.
"Look, I can come back another time if you're not feeling up to it this morning," she said, carefully holding her nylon-covered legs together beneath the exposing mini-skirt in the proper ladylike manner. "I should have called first anyway, but I thought a personal contact might ... "
"No, no, please," said Leslie who still stood in the center of the room, her eyes quickly absorbing the delightful sight of Beth Kallen's exquisitely shaped legs from ankle to thigh before returning to the younger girl's striking face. She continued to smile. "Excuse my poor manners, Darling. I was just sitting here feeling sullen and sorry for myself ... In fact, I'm glad you came. That radiant beauty of yours is exactly what I needed to look at for an uplift."
Beth felt the flush in her cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "Well ... thank you, Mrs. Sayer...."
"Leslie," the flaxen-haired, Nordic beauty put in. "If we're going to be working together, or at the least, friends, let's get to first names, eh?"
Beth studied the singular loveliness of the taller, willowy girl's intriguing face. Behind the smile she saw unnatural and tired little lines of sorrow, along with a slight puffiness beneath the enchanting azure-blue eyes. She said: "All right ... I'd like that ... Leslie."
"Good. Now, how about some coffee?"
Beth nodded with a fetching smile of her own. "I'd like that, too."
Leslie started to leave the room, then paused and turned: "You object to kitchens?"
"I-I beg your pardon?"
"It's a more inviting room than this dungeon," Leslie explained. "Join me?"
Beth stood and followed the long-haired blonde toward the rear of the small bungalow; she couldn't help but admire her slender waist, and the robe did little to hide her round full buttocks beneath. Subconsciously, she found herself envisioning long, white tapered thighs and perfectly formed calves, then, a slight flutter of embarrassment rippled through her as she realized the basis of her thoughts. Of course! Leslie Sayer might have been Gwen Herrick's, her roommate at Bennington, sister ... and Gwen was a lesbian ... a delightful companion with whom she'd spent many delicious hours, even though Gwen hadn't been able to convert her ... at least, fully....
"Sit down, Darling, Leslie invited, pointing toward the table near the window. She went to the cupboard, found a second mug and filled it from the pot on the gas range. Beth followed her every graceful move, unable to shake the Gwen Herrick comparison that had seated itself in her brain. "Lately, I've developed the splendid habit of lacing the brew with brandy ... it's the perfect relaxer and doldrums-duller. Would you like a swat?"
"W-Why not?" Beth replied, her own memories of the night before doing little toward raising her spirits. She had resigned herself to the fact that Robert wanted no part of her ... that he had somehow become aware of the incestuous thing she had nourished toward her father all these years ... and dear God, she couldn't blame him for that. As for Daddy ...? Lord knows what would happen next between them if she didn't get away from him ... which was exactly why she was here. She had to make herself independent, and she fully intended to do that from this day forward....
Leslie placed the mugs on the table along with the bottle of brandy and seated herself, while the massive boxer lay down on the floor beside her chair.
"He's a beautiful animal," Beth said, looking down at him. "What's his name?"
"Sir Launcelot ... and he's the most talented male I've ever seen," Leslie replied, reaching down and rubbing the beast's erect ears. "He was once a seeing-eye dog for one of Parksburg's more infamous characters. It seems the man instilled some rather remarkable tastes in the brute ... but pleasurable ones, I might add."
"Oh...?" said Beth, looking from the animal to Leslie's provocative little half-smile, the flaxen-haired beauty's odd use of the word 'male' lingering in her mind. Then, before she could pursue the subject, Leslie spoke again.
"So, shall we get down to business, Darling? Just what is it you have in mind in a book...?"
* * *
Four spiked coffees and some two hours later, Beth Kallen's head swam delightfully, while the warm secure feeling in her belly had inspired both confidence and a loose tongue. The beautiful girl across from her with the obviously full, pointed breasts, was making no effort toward hiding her own uplifted mood, and the understanding and friendship that had suddenly blossomed between them, both realized, was based upon their mutual need for each other.
One thing had led to another in the course of their conversation until Leslie Sayer had spilled her heart out to this lovely girl who had not only listened to her unburdening story, but had stood to embrace her head against her soft belly, stroking her hair and wiping the tears from her cheeks ... until she too, was pouring out her own shameful tale, and all of a sudden their positions were reversed.
At the first sob that had fallen from Beth's lips, Leslie had gotten to her feet and drawn the younger girl into her arms, pressing her cheek against her breasts and caressing the soft tawny head.
"You poor, poor baby," Leslie whispered, confused at the little sensations of excitement trickling through her at the presence of Beth within her arms and warm against her breasts. "They've abused you, haven't they? There, there ... now don't cry ... it's all over and behind you now ... you're safe ... here with me...."
It was a welcomed state of feeling that immediately drifted over Beth at Leslie's soothing words, even as her belly quivered and tiny, latent fermentations left from the night before's unsatiated desires came alive within her at the perfumed feel of the taller girl's full soft breasts beneath her cheek. Beth put her arms around her waist and clung to her in the same manner she had done so many times with Gwen ... and then, the sudden fear that nothing would come of their embrace ... that Leslie might not be so inclined at all ... that she was truly only offering her a moment of consolation struck her, and her conniving, love-starved brain chose another path.
"Oh ... Oh dear...." Beth sighed suddenly, letting her knees buckle, then regaining herself.
Leslie strengthened her arms around the smaller girl immediately. "What is it, Darling? Are you all right?"
"I-I don't know," Beth feigned. "I feel ... feel faint all of a sudden...."
"You poor baby. You must lie down for a moment," said Leslie supporting her and leading her toward the bedroom.
"I-I'll be all right in a minute," Beth managed weakly. "I-I'm so sorry, Leslie...."
"Now, now, just lie down here," Leslie said, helping her onto the bed, then sitting down beside her. "You're just overwrought, Baby ... like me...."
Beth began to cry, as if she could no longer control her pent-up emotions and Leslie lay down beside her, cuddling the younger girl protectively to her as she continued to stroke her silken, fawnhued hair.
The strange, never-before galvanic feelings that had abruptly burst into being within Leslie's person at the mere touch of this enchanting young girl was more than she could understand ... or suddenly wanted to understand. Mother of God! It wasn't really so difficult to comprehend, was it? She had only to remember these past weeks of sexual frustrations and denial of love from her Mike to recognize what was taking place ... But damn! She had never gone this route in her life ... yet, there was no doubt in her mind that the mere sight and touch of this alluring creature was spurring her toward unbelievable experimentation ... yet, how did one start ...?
And then, almost as if, she had been reading her mind, Beth said: "My ... my clothes ... they're so binding around me ... I feel as if I can hardly breathe...."
Leslie swallowed tightly, her head spinning with the lascivious stimulation Beth's words caused to surge through her. "I-I'll undress you, Darling," she heard herself say as slowly she began to unbutton the other's blouse.
A brief sensation of repugnance flittered through Leslie but she wouldn't let it dwell there. Something wickedly fascinating ... strangely forbidden and sensuously beautiful was about to happen and she wanted it ... needed it, just as this bewitching child beneath her trembling fingers needed it ... whatever it was....
Beth could hardly believe it was taking place, just as she had hoped it might; yet simultaneously, she felt completely bewildered with herself, both aggressive and passive. An odd feeling was tormenting her belly, and she suspected that Leslie might be experiencing the same. The intimate touch of another woman had never really been her desire, and presently it was both exciting and revolting her, the combined effects of the two powerful emotions causing her to wonder why she had nursed the whole situation into being. She doubted that Leslie Sayer was a lesbian ... in fact, she felt certain that she wasn't, anymore than she, herself, had ever leaned that way ... still, there was no question of what was happening between them ... and ... and she wanted it to....
She couldn't help the little whimpering noises that escaped her lips as she lifted her body with helpful movements while Leslie undressed her with trembling hands. In seconds, she was naked and the breathtaking Nordic girl was standing as she removed her own things.
Leslie lowered herself onto the bed, hardly aware of what she was doing. Slowly, Beth raised her face so that her emerald eyes looked upward into her own, then she whimpered again as she pressed her smaller, delectable body toward her until they made contact and her lithe suppleness seemed to flow into Leslie's quivering soft contours, while her hand clasped with open palm at the taller girl's back and her other opened slowly to cup with gentle fingers, Leslie's full, firm breasts.
Leslie gasped at the initial contact, overwhelmed with the stimulation the soft, small hand had caused her, and she felt herself automatically maneuvering Beth's naked loveliness tightly to her, while she pressed her own curvaceous form against her. She bent her head downward while Beth raised hers, both of them straining until their lips met, gently at first, each feeling the full, warm delineated imprint of the other, and then more furiously.
Both were rigid, confused, finally relaxed under the pressure of their desire, their tongues meeting at the points of contact, their bodies following it up, beginning to undulate and rub briskly against one another, their loins endeavoring to meet as were their lips.
"O ... Oh God, Leslie," Beth breathed warmly into the flaxen-haired girl's face. "I ... I don't know what ... what came over me ... you're ... you're so lovely...."
"Shhhh ... don't speak, Baby," Leslie whispered, completely swept up in the erotic salaciousness of their act, forcing her small pink tongue into the offered receptive mouth before her, while at the same time her hands began to caress the other's smaller breasts and traverse exploringly down her ribs to the swell of her hips, there to gently cup and massage Beth's firm, warm-fleshed buttocks.
Beth moaned behind closed eyes, once more feeling Leslie's long slender fingers returning to catch at her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could know. She sensed her whole being quiver at the lewd forbiddenness of their performance: she was suddenly alive with a growing lust and she couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the other's licentious advances.
Leslie's excited fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her back, her head upon the pillow. Beth nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she felt Leslie's soft mouth engulf the nipple of her left breast, all of the reddish-tinted areola and the hardened cherry like nipple with a swift flicking tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along the nerve ends of her flesh to her brain.
Slowly, Leslie slithered down her satiny, vibrant body until their faces were level with each other, and her thigh crept along Beth's entwining around it, her soft golden fleece of hair brushing warmly against that of the smaller girl. Again her lips found Beth's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet possession and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.
Even though there were still mixed emotions of momentary shame and repugnance inside her at the thought of their licentious doings, Leslie couldn't help her aggressive performance. She felt Beth's tiny tongue slip up into her mouth and she sucked at it hungrily while the younger girl's hand trailed over her passion-filled body with fascinating touches, running over her breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together once more as the caressing hand reached her soft, yielding buttocks and pulled them apart to stroke excitingly at her tiny puckered anus with delicate, knowing fingers.
Then, Leslie raised above the other, taking Beth's right breast in her hand, her fingers teasing the palpitating, distended nipple. She let her desire-filled eyes rove over the younger girl's lithe, supple nakedness in confused delight. Finally, her voice trembled as she said: "I-I've never done this before, Beth darling ... have you?"
Beth hesitated. "Y-Yes ... at college. My roommate ... she's a lesbian. I-I've let her make love to me...."
"A-And you? Are you that way ... too?"
Beth shook her head. "No ... do you believe me?"
"W-Why shouldn't I?" Leslie said, smiling as she still caressed the other's warm, pliant breast. "I know that I'm not ... yet, I-I want to do these things to you. Can ... can you understand that?"
"Yes," Beth whispered. "Because that's the way I feel about you ... You see, I tricked you into this, Leslie ... I wasn't sick at all...."
Leslie continued to smile. "I-I think I knew that all along, Darling ... but I'm so happy that you did ... I think we both need each other, Baby ... that's what it is. Me, with my husband ... and you, with your father and Robert ... we need the gentle understanding and caressing hand of another woman, don't we ... V
"Y-Yes ... oh yes, we do, Darling," Beth whispered.
"Tell me," Leslie asked softly as she slowly ran her hand over Beth's soft stomach and into the silken hair of her pubic mound to idle tauntingly there, "have you ever had a man?"
"You mean...?"
"I mean have you ever been fucked?" Leslie questioned gently, while her finger tenderly began to trace the thin hairline pink slit of Beth's tight cunt, and the younger girl slowly opened her thighs to her.
"N-No ... not that. I'm still a virgin," Beth replied, dropping her eyes as wild little sensations began to ripple through her at the other's teasing finger between her legs.
"Can you cum?"
"I-I never have," Beth replied almost ashamedly. "My roommate tried it a dozen times ... and there've been other occasions, but ... but I never did."
Suddenly, Leslie bent down and kissed her lips softly. "You poor darling," she said sincerely. "It's no damn wonder you're so frustrated. You've never known the ecstasy of release ... Do you want to, Baby? I mean ... if you want to, I think I can help."
"Oh ... oh God yes, I do, Leslie. I really do want to ... but...."
Leslie lay a finger across her lips. "Then, trust me, Darling. Just trust me," she said, still tracing the thin line of the younger girl's pussy tauntingly, then, slipping her finger downward into the warm cleft between her lush buttocks to caress the little tight hole of her anus.
"Ooohhh ... oh, Darling," Beth groaned, reaching to clutch at the Nordic beauty's round, full breast. "I'd trust you with my life...."
Leslie could hear her own breathing heavy in her chest. She said: "The ... the very feel of your warm, velvety skin ... it drives me wild, Baby.
I-I never had anything like this happen to me ... "
"I know ... I know," Beth hissed. "I feel that way, too."
"I-I never thought I could do what I'm going to right now," Leslie choked. "Do ... do you know what I mean?"
Beth nodded, unable to speak. Then: "Please ... please do it ... and I'll do it to you...." she managed up into Leslie's panting face, watching and waiting tensely as the blonde girl suddenly began to slide away ... down her trembling passion-incited body.
Slowly, Beth raised her head to watch in cap tivation as Leslie suddenly nestled her face into the hollow of her spread thighs. Immediately, she was overcome with wild, erotic sensations that danced and rippled through her loins and belly as she felt soft kisses along the hot flesh of her inner thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath, and then ... the magic, wet contact of Leslie's tongue licking the soft, hair-lined cleft of her vaginal slit as if experimentally ... simply licking in long grazing strokes that grew more bold ... from the bottom to the top, not entering, but causing her to raise her naked loins with each tantalizing up-lick of tongue against her sensitive labia.
Beth sensed her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew that it was peeking out from its hooded little canopy, enjoying the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue grazed it. She expelled her breath with a hissing sound, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, while Leslie, growing braver, eased her tongue inside the rapidly moistening split to draw it upward from its vaginal mouth ... upward toward the tingling bud of her clitoris.
Beth's throat began to work insanely. She held her breath, then exhaled sharply at the delicious contact ... and suddenly, there came new delights.
Leslie, whose own soft, white loins were alive with little tongues of ever-increasing, carnal flame at the unexplainable and uncontrollable desires racing through her, hungrily pressed her lips closer, separating the soft, fleshy, hair-covered flanges of Beth's tight vaginal slit, reaching up simultaneously with both hands to caress the small and firm erect breasts, while her mouth became ravenous in its new delight, open and hot, nothing but tongue invading the seething, moist cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the denied girl's throbbing pussy, damp with the lubricating juices mixed with her own saliva ... lizardlike in the rapidly dilating vagina, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris.
Beth moaned passionately while ripples of lustincited enchantment convulsed her smooth, sensuous flesh. She began to gasp explosively and drew back her legs, thrusting her open cunt upward lewdly to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quivering, unfulfilled center of her body.
Leslie was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the fervent, swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was now buried, immersed in the moist, pink, velvety flesh of Beth's seething cunt....
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... dear God ... it's beautiful, Darling!" Beth choked, near overwhelmed with the rapture her flaxen-haired lover was bringing her. "Oh ... don't stop ... don't ever stop! Oh God ... I'm going out of my mind with the beauty of it...!"
CHAPTER 7
Jamey Halo was high. He sucked at the brown-papered cigarette, holding its smoke for a long time in his lungs, then he ground it out in the ashtray and stomped aimlessly around the plush front room of his luxurious home. He'd have to hire a new cook-housekeeper, he was thinking, remembering that the old bitch had quit the day before after he'd called her a broken-down cunt for over-broiling his steak. She'd been a worthless old shit anyway ... but he wished she was there to rustle him up some breakfast right at the moment.
Again, he went to the window and looked down toward the bungalow. The MG still sat there. Fuck! And he'd had his mind all made up to go down and play the starving land baron, then manipulate that luscious blonde bitch into the sack. Damn her voluptuous ass, she'd given him the eye for the last time; now, he intended to collect. The stupid lush she was married to had played him for a fool in the first place; the only fucking reason he'd appeared was to trace that whore-sister of his. Well, he'd found her, hadn't he? And if it wasn't for Leslie Sayer's gorgeous body he'd have tossed them out a month ago ... but he still intended to get into her solidly ... and she was ready.
If only that goddamned scrawny, hawk-faced Silk Weaver would leave him alone, he remembered suddenly, a little void occurring at the pit of his gut. Hell, he'd thought sure he was finished with that outfit when Max Bovino got his, but then Weaver had assumed command, inheriting everything ... including the $80,000 gambling debt he had owed Bovino, and the lousy hood hadn't made any bones last night when he'd told him he intended to collect ... one way or another ... and then had come the surprise....
Lou Freed, an ex-pug, and a pasty-faced queer named Burke, whom Jamey had more than a nodding acquaintance with, had come to the estate after him, hustling him to the Diamond-Dell, Silk Weaver's exclusive gambling bastille where he occupied a dazzling apartment on the building's third floor. The pitted, skull-faced czar had wanted a word with him, like: "Either you settle up, Halo ... or I'm going to have to close the books on you ... permanently. Is that clear?"
The scrawny man had sat behind a huge desk wearing a blue polka-dot dressing gown and white silk cravat. Freed and Burke had slammed him down onto a straight-backed chair facing the desk and stood menacingly behind him. Downstairs, Jamey knew that the illegal casino was operating at full swing, with a half-dozen luscious dolls taking their turns on the stage in the lounge, doing their lewd 'bottomless' bits. Two-thirds, or better, of Parksburg's elite and ruling politicos would be in attendance, either rolling the dice or ogling the girls. Silk Weaver was as sound and immune in Parksburg as Satan was in hell ... and when he said "permanently" that's exactly what he meant.
Jamey swallowed tightly. "Look ... I'm telling you the truth, Mr. Weaver, I haven't got that kind of money...."
"Then, get it!"
"G-God almighty ... where?" Jamey whined.
"That's your problem, sonny," the hawk-faced man replied in a thin, deadly voice. Then, he leaned back in his chair, using a slender gold letter opener to clean his manicured nails. Finally, an almost viperish smile crossed his bloodless lips and he studied Jamey with small, leaden eyes. "Of course ... ," he began slowly, "we might be able to make some other arrangements ... in lieu of cash ... I say 'might'...."
For a long moment, Jamey had stared at the scrawny vice-lord, unable to fathom sense from his words, but welcoming the thought of any kind of reprieve. "W-What do you mean? I-I don't understand...."
"A thought occurs to me, Halo," Silk Weaver said, pursing his thin lips. "Weren't you and the China-Doll ... Susan Sheldon, shacking for awhile?"
Jamey licked at his lips. "Well ... not exactly. She lived on the estate with me ... both she and her daughter. We were going to be married ... but I wasn't sleeping with her."
Weaver shrugged narrow shoulders. "And she walked out on you for Adam Kallen, is that it?"
Jamey sensed the blood of embarrassment seeping into his cheeks. That was it, all right, but it turned him inside out to think about it. He nodded. "While I was in Arizona shooting scenes for our Gallant Rangers series, that bastard, Kallen, beat my time...."
"Okay, okay," said Weaver, holding up his hand. "I already know the story. You don't have to protect your ego, kid." He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "Adam Kallen is a thorn in my side, too. He's got noble ideas of running for DA on a 'clean-up-the-city' platform ... and I intend to stop him ... with your help."
Jamey shook his head in bewilderment. "I don't get it. How can I help?"
Silk Weaver grinned evilly. "Right now, Adam Kallen presents an unblemished picture to John Q. Voter ... and I intend to change that. I want to put that bastard in such a position that he'll be ashamed to show his face in this city ... and you're going to help me set him up. On top of that, you'll have the opportunity to exercise a bit of vengeance of your own on the China-Doll for two-timing you. All of that, Halo, in place of the eighty grand. I'll wipe the slate clean." He leaned back in his chair once more. "So ...? How does that bargain strike you...?"
Hell, what choice did he have, Jamey thought, as he looked down toward the bungalow again. Goddamn ... who did that MG belong to anyway? The slender, handsome young man tried to place it, but couldn't. Of course, he wasn't thinking too keenly right at the moment. Pot always did that to him ... loused up his thinking capacities. But it never put his cock down, did it, he thought, grinning lewdly to himself. He knew he ought to be thinking about the trap Weaver had ordered him to set up for that night, but fuck, when his prick began to crave amusement everything else just faded into a temporary background.
It wasn't going to be difficult, anyway. All he had to do was get Kallen and this daughter of his, along with her boyfriend and Susan to come there, Weaver would have his cameras and tape-recorders all planted. He was even furnishing the booze with this new aphrodisiac, PCPA, and pargyline loaded in it. It was the wildest stuff around, the hawk-faced czar had told him; it couldn't miss as long as he did his part.
Well, he'd do it all right ... anything to get out from under that eighty-grand debt, plus, getting even with Susan in the bargain. Just a nice friendly dinner to show that there was no hard feelings, then, a civic offer of assistance to Kallen on his campaign. And what could be more natural, coming from a successful young actor like himself, finally realizing his mistakes and wanting to help his community?
Shit, if he'd ever known that Susan and Nadine weren't going to be there when he came home he'd have brought a cunt from the studio to shack with, as he did with Shelly Granger ... the pig. Goddamn that Susan, anyway! Well, he'd settle that score tonight. Kallen had already accepted the invitation when he'd called him earlier, had even seemed quite taken by his offer to support the bastard's campaign. Walk out on him, would she! No bitch walked out on Jamey Halo ... ever! He did the walking out! The cunt ... just another Shelly Granger! She was going to pay ... and right through that luscious ass of hers.
He shoved his hands deep into his hip pockets and roamed the vast room in great circles. Christ, he thought, he wasn't only hungry, but he was hotter than a Sultan with a clapped-up harem. His prick was like a length of ironwood ... but in all sensible reason he'd have to forgo it for now. Too much to do. He'd have to get a catering service for the dinner tonight ... couldn't afford to have anything go wrong ... Weaver wouldn't like that one bit....
He went back to the window and stared down at the green MG. Whoever in hell it was had been hanging in there for two hours. Then, the thought struck him that maybe someone else was carving away a piece of the tender meat he'd had in mind, for himself.
He thought about that for a moment, and then, his heart dropped inside him. Sonofabitch, whatever was going on down there it damned sure would come to an end in a few minutes ... Some guy he didn't recognize had just swung his heap into the driveway and was stopping in front of the bungalow....
* * *
"O ... oh," Beth moaned. Leslie was sucking her clitoris and nipping at it with her pretty white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her. It was near maddening ... erotically maddening ... but bearably maddening. Then, her tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her vagina, moistly rotating at its elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her small-hymened hole again and Beth knew her channel had dilated to its fullest before her new friend's lovemaking.
Abruptly, she felt her lips being raised by strong slender hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held her knees tight to her aching breasts as she felt the enchanting tongue trail downward through the smooth crevice of her ass to her anus, licking, then its tip pressing firmly into the small puckered hole, penetrating only a fraction of an inch, though she tried to help by relaxing to the fullest degree. Once more, the tongue returned to her cunt, curling up into her, then flickering higher to her clitoris as the pressure mounted in her loins.
Leslie slowly raised her head and smiled while Beth jerkily lowered her legs.
"Hey ... come down here and kiss me," the magnificent blonde said.
Beth raised herself upright as Leslie got to her knees, still between her legs. Beth wrapped her arms hungrily around this beautiful girl's neck and planted her lips on the glutinous mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own self there. The reaction to her senses set off wild, lustful sensations charging through her.
Leslie took her inside her arms and held her, then pressed the younger girl's cheek against the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one free hand down over Beth's soft belly and down further through the silken, dark pubic hair of her fleshy little mound to the split of her pussy, drawing a finger up between its moist, quivering lips.
Beth whimpered and tried to move closer. Leslie cupped her own breast and pressed the nipple into Beth's mouth, and she began to suck hungrily as her own small hand came up to caress and hold the full, heavy breast lovingly.
"You're like a little child," Leslie whispered throatily. "D-Do you like that?"
Momentarily, Leslie watched in mounting lust as the enravishing tawny-haired girl sucked and nibbled at her breast. She watched until she couldn't stand it any longer, and then she pressed the girl back down on the bed and straddled her, moving up and over her until her full, rounded buttocks flattened the younger girl's breasts into her chest.
Beth gazed up at her, unfrightened, knowing suddenly what was to come and expressing no distaste or fear, although she had never done it before. Leslie raised up until her slightly opened cunt was hovering directly over Beth's mouth ... and Beth licked out obediently with her small tongue, the enticing coral slit with its enfringing golden hair like a magnet to her as she laved her lingual member through the velvety length of it. She reached up with her hands and caught tight to the beautiful blonde's hips, pulling her down closer while she ran her tongue through the pink warm sensitiveness of Leslie's cunt ... exploring her clitoris, her vagina, her urethm as her own desires continued to soar within her unfulfilled, carnally excited brain.
Then, all of a sudden, Leslie was moving off of her to lie down by her side and Beth couldn't help the disappointment reflected in her eyes.
"Wasn't I doing it right, Darling?" she asked of the blonde girl.
"You were doing it beautifully," replied Leslie, covering her smaller breast with a caressing hand as she kissed the other's soft lips. "But it's time for your big moment now, Darling. You see, if I'd let you go on licking my pussy, I would've cum ... and then where would you be?"
"Oh ... I do want to cum, Leslie ... I do ... ," Beth whispered hoarsely.
"And you're going to, my pet," Leslie assured her with a loving smile. "The greatest lover of them all is about to bring you to ecstasy ... if you're ready."
An expression of confusion clouded Beth's eyes. She studied Leslie, trying with difficulty to understand her meaning. She had spoken as if there was someone else hidden in the house ... just waiting for the signal to be given to charge out and throw himself onto her ... rape her, maybe! My God, could that be? ... No ... no it was impossible ... Leslie would never do anything to hurt her....
"You're frightened and confused, Darling," Leslie spoke softly, "but you needn't be. You said you trusted me ... have you changed your mind so soon?"
"Oh no," Beth answered quickly. "I do trust you, Leslie...."
"Then, turn over and get up on your knees, Baby ... with your lovely ass high in the air. No questions ... just do as I say."
Without another word, Beth responded, getting onto her knees and raising her buttocks according to instructions.
"Now, Lonny! Up boy!" Leslie commanded with a snap of her fingers, and before Beth realized what was happening she felt the weight of the great dog as it leaped onto the bed, but she couldn't see him because he remained behind her, and as her belly suddenly constricted she looked sideways at Leslie's face, seeing her new friend pointing toward her buttocks.
For what seemed an awesome eternity, Beth knelt in a fear-stricken daze until suddenly she felt the huge animal's wet nose sniffing teasingly at her upturned loins. She gasped at Leslie who was smiling. Abruptly, she wanted to scream ... then felt the probing nose against her anus, causing her to lurch forward from the shock.
"M-My God!" she exclaimed. Then, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice between her legs. She couldn't believe it as his huge educated lingual member laved at her anal ring, and she had to steel herself to keep from screeching out. Chokingly, she started to protest, but then the animal began hungrily licking her aroused cuntal slit and her words died in her throat. Dear God! His tongue was running the full length of her cunt ... and then, she felt Leslie's hand on her thigh.
"Wider, Baby," Leslie hissed excitedly. "Spread your legs way apart so that your cunt will open for him."
"Wh-What? My God! What ... what are you saying...?"
"Do it!" Leslie snapped, her lovely eyes flashing in momentary anger.
Afraid not to, Beth responded, spreading her knees as Sir Launcelot lashed his tongue the full length of her open buttocks, from the snugly closed little pucker of her now cringing asshole, down beneath to the tight pink edges of her fear-trembling pussy, even to the very base of her belly where it penetrated to flick at her quivering clitoris. He repeated it time and again, his canine lingual member laving through her sensitive, hair-covered genitals, spreading her open in the most sensitive parts until her body began to twitch noticeably with the tics of lust his lapping and sniffing of her loins was causing.
Again, Beth gaped at Leslie Sayer, aware of the futileness of the gesture even as she did it, and the exciting sensations she was beginning to perceive started to take command of her.
"My ... my God!" she gasped aloud to Sir Launcelot's long, moist tongue splaying hotly through the length of her pink velvety split. Then she found herself trying to widen her knees even further in an effort to open her cunt more to him. His animal tongue thrust up the damp coral furrow, tingling at the deep, dilated passageway as it ravished her crotch in merciless, mounting bliss. She moaned loudly and suddenly saw Leslie's naked loveliness squirming down beneath her kneeling body ... drawing her legs back to her full, erect breasts, so that her golden, hair-covered cunt was completely exposed to her.
And then, through the haze of her building passion, Beth felt Lonny mount her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips in the manner of any male who would take her from behind. The animal's lashing tongue had set the flames roaring in her loins, even more so than Leslie's gentle ministrations, and as she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene orgy in Leslie's vanity-mirror; the licentious sight of the powerful animal mounting the salaciously spread moons of her soft white buttocks, plus the lurid reflection of Leslie lying on her back with her legs raised in lewd presentation of her delightful, pink gapped crotch to be licked and loved, sent maddening and lascivious sensations of carnal rapture charging through her mind and body.
She saw the image of Launcelot's unbelievable, glistening, scarlet prick shoot out from its long sheath, moist and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed, greased candle in the dampness of her widespread crotch, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her in his effort to find an opening with the beveled, thick shaft.
"Help him, Baby! Hurry!" Leslie hissed, while she, too, watched the mirror, her own hand moving magnetically down between her raised, spread thighs to slip her probing index finger in and out smoothly, separating the clasping lubricated lips of her own spasming cunt.
With an unrestrained moan, Beth shifted her lush rounded buttocks in a searching effort to capture the dog's lengthening prick, the wild tension within her mounting insanely. She wanted the long, cruel-looking organ inside her ... to be the first cock ever to penetrate her sanctuary ... to take her virginity ... and what an ironic mockery that was going to be for both Robert and her father, damn them! She reached back, grasping the damp shaft and causing Lonny to half growl, half whimper as she guided the pointed nozzle to the sucking little mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening, hardly realizing what she was doing in her lust-blinded state.
Immediately, the great animal thrust and Beth screamed.
"Eeeeiiiigggghhhh!" she cried out in disbelief, then with a twisting lurch, she tried to shake the impaling rod of animal flesh out of her pierced cunt as the complete agony of his feral assault raced maddeningly from the core of her body to her brain. The goring spear had ripped her wide open, she was certain, and the blood was streaming from her ripped pussy! She'd felt the thin membrane of her hymen give way before the ferocious onslaught with a renting stab of pain and she knew the brute had torn the horribly expanded tight opening of her vaginal hole!
But there was no shaking off his massive prick, for Lonny's firece growl filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her waist, thrusting, spreading her virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long thick animal-cock deep up inside her tight, contracting, hot channel.
Leslie watched in lust-filled fascination, gaping as the thick scarlet cudgel slithered forward with a powerful wet charge again and again, until it was sunk to its delicious hilt ... knowing the ecstatic delight, while her Launcelot's hairy, black balls swung beneath Beth's damp, pubic-hair-lined crotch.
"Oh ... oh, mother of God!" Beth blurted, her eyes wide but glazed as the beast fucked into her from behind while she stared down at Leslie's several fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, wide-split cunt. "Ooohhhh, oooohh, ooohhh," she chanted in never before heavenly relief while she began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Lonny's powerfully long strokes plunging deep into the very tomb of her belly.
Leslie Sayer watched as if hypnotized, her long fingers pummeling her own moist, dilated channel while her eyes locked on Beth's beautiful, contorted face, sensually enraptured by the absolutely magnificent fucking Lonny was giving her from behind. She watched the younger girl's taut, round breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing torso, keeping tempo with the animal's regal cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from behind, a merciless piston of glistening dog-flesh, sinking to its full length far up into her soft white belly.
At last, when she couldn't stand the mere watching, along with her own fingering of her cunt, any longer, Leslie gently entwined her fingers in the younger girl's hair and pressed her face downward into her crotch, immediately feeling Beth's smooth and hot, moist tongue, of its own volition, begin to lick the damp velvety flesh of her cunt ... the roundness of her lips sucking feverishly at her extended clitoris ... the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina, to slash, swirl and lave ... hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her own pink, sensitive flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch furiously, just as was Beth grinding her ass back against the great hammering animal-cock like a wanton whore straining for orgiastic release.
The lewd, erotic delight was more than Leslie could bear watching any longer; her climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt that Beth was administering. She tossed back her head and cried deeply as the bubble burst and waves of pleasure drenched her loins and belly, causing her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Beth's lovely head buried in her climaxing crotch.
It was then that Beth began to utter muffled whimpers. Abruptly, she raised her face and Leslie saw her glazed emerald eyes grow round and wide as she gasped: "Oooohhh, my God! I-I'm going to! I-This must be it! I-I-I ... yes! I'm going to cum! Oh, Darling! Yes ... Yes! I ... now! Oooohhhh! I'm cumming ... cuuummiinngg...!" and her voice died in a strangled blend of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long tawny hair flailing wildly as she began the first delightful spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back hard onto the thick driving animal-cock with abandoned fury.
Leslie watched triumphantly in the mirror as Launcelot's tongue hung loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the smooth creamy flesh of Beth's back while he fucked into the salaciously undulating buttocks from behind with wild frenzy. Then, Beth shrieked again, slamming her ass back against the dog with a frantic jerk as simultaneously, he thrust forward and his prick began to spew its load of hot animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her belly with long, hard spurts. And yet again, she screamed, her buttocks beginning to contract convulsively while Leslie watched the mirror to see the combination human-animal, thick, white orgasmic liquid explode from the lips of her young tight cunt that was still clasping and squeezing like a rubber band around Lonny's long, thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky fluid trickling down the smooth white columns of her inner thighs ... until, at last, she collapsed, her head falling back to the soft cradle of Leslie's loins, her cheek nestled against the swollen down-covered mound of her moist pussy, a long sigh of release escaping her.
Leslie ran her hand through the entangled mass of silken, fawn-colored hair and smiled down at her. She started to speak, but never finished. Instead, a man whom neither had heard enter the bungalow, said from the doorway: "Is there an admission fee to this orgy? ... Or will a good sized cock suffice?"
CHAPTER 8
Robert Pegler recognized the MG as belonging to Beth's father when he came to a stop in front of the small bungalow. He hoped Beth wouldn't be angry at his coming after her this way, but Adam had suggested it after Halo, the young TV actor had called. Women liked to know well in advance about such things as dinner invitations, her father had advised him; besides, Robert doubted that he could wait much longer to talk to her. God, he had to make her understand how sorry he was for getting drunk and the terrible things he had said to her. He loved her so damned much ... and now that Adam had given his approval to their marriage she wasn't going to need any illustrator for awhile ... at least, until they returned from their honeymoon....
Damn, wasn't he taking an awful lot for granted, though? Especially, when he wasn't even sure that she'd have him ... he'd made such a damned fool of himself.
He hopped from his Mercedes and glanced up at the magnificent home on the hill. That must be where Halo lived, he thought walking toward the bungalow. What a lucky guy ... a success at twenty ... He tapped at the door.
No response. He knocked again, harder this time, and the weatherworn barrier gave before the pressure, swinging inward on its hinges. Momentarily, he stood there, listening, the odors of the little house filling his nostrils. Hell, he just couldn't walk in. He started to call out, then held himself. A sound reached him from somewhere inside ... then, another. They were coming from a doorway beyond the living room off a small hallway, he decided. Hesitantly, he stepped inside, holding his breath and listening, stopping himself once more when he was on the verge of calling out.
A sigh ... a woman's sigh registered in his brain. A puzzled furrow creased his handsome young brow. It came again ... and again, accompanied with feminine moans the type of which he was not exactly unfamiliar with ... nor the general basis of their cause. A strange sensation of stealth crept over him, as if suddenly he'd become an eavesdropper, or a voyeur. He moved slowly forward.
His first act was to peek through the open doorway ... and that was sufficient to damn near shock him out of his mind. Christ almighty! There was no human male on the bed, but he could hardly believe the licentious sight he beheld. It was a three-way orgy including a massive boxer dog, and they were all about ready to blow their minds!
Robert could only gape in lewd amazement at the unbelievable, salacious sight. Beth was there, all right, and with another lovely blonde girl he could only guess was Leslie Sayer, the illustrator. Both were as naked as a pair of whores in a crib: the blonde was sprawled on her back with her creamy white thighs yawning wide, while Beth, with her enticing round young ass thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in Leslie Sayer's golden crotch, her tongue licking furiously at the pink, open cunt as if she couldn't get enough, and mounted behind his beautiful, future wife with his forepaws clutching to her waist and hips, his near-foot of thick, scarlet animal-prick jack-hammering between her quivering, upraised young buttocks, sinking its full length into what he had believed was her chaste, coral, velvety cunt, was the goddamned brute of a dog ... fucking his heart out! Christ in heaven! It was no wonder they hadn't heard him knock!
Had it not been for the licentious aspects of the shocking spectacle, Robert realized that he might have vomited his guts out right there, but the lasciviousness of the orgy shoved all other emotions to the back of his brain, for he had never witnessed a more obscene sight, and uncontrollably, his cock leaped into a rock-hardness, straining at the front of his trousers. He was nearly overcome with immediate lust, and he clutched at his swollen prick inside his pants subconsciously, as Beth let off a loud moan and began to chant and wail, her head raising from the blonde's genitals to toss wildly from side to side, while her soft, sensuous body jerked and convulsed on the end of the thick and squirting animal-cock that was ramming and shooting its load into her soft white belly. It was at that precise moment, when she'd fallen forward to bury her face once more in the blonde girl's open pussy, that he'd reached down and tore open the front of his trousers, releasing his jumping and already aching shaft. He said: "Is there an admission fee to this orgy? ... Or will a good sized cock suffice?"
Leslie bolted to her elbows, craning her neck, her face twisted in shocked fear when she saw the stranger in the doorway. She wasn't certain, but she doubted that Beth had heard him, and as she stared in utter horror she realized that his pants were open and he was holding his heavy-looking young prick lewdly in his hand, his pelvis thrust slightly forward. She sensed her face flushing in vile shame at the thought of his standing there watching their obscene performance, and then Launcelot interrupted with a vicious growl and automatically she ordered him to silence. Meekly, the animal ob-eyed, hopping down to the floor as Robert walked toward the bed gripping his long, thick rod and she found her eyes suddenly locking on it in rapidly growing awe-filled fascination.
It was then that Beth became conscious of another presence in the room and sat up with a start, her lovely mouth dropping open in appalling guilt at the sight of him, her immediate humiliation rendering her momentarily speechless. It was short-lived, however, giving way to sheer astonishment when she saw that he was holding his rigid, heavy cock in his hand.
"Robert! My God!" she gasped, her face a glowing crimson. "W-What are you doing here? P-Put that thing away!"
"Y-You know him, Beth?" Leslie questioned, looking from one to the other.
"O-Oh God ... he's my fiance," Beth stammered, and in her amazement she saw that he was undressing as fast as he could. "Robert ... Dear God! What're you doing...?"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" he snarled, grinning at both of them with lust-filled eyes. "I'm getting ready to join the party, Baby ... even the score with that goddamned dog. What else?"
"B-But ... you can't! Oh God, Robert ... please," Beth began to plead. "D-Don't do anything you ... we'll be sorry for ... I don't know what came over me ... I-I just couldn't help myself...."
"You don't say?" Robert leered at her as he dropped his shorts down his long muscular legs and stood naked before the two shocked and embarrassed girls. "That's my problem, too, Baby ... I just can't help myself. I figure if that dog can fuck my future wife, then I can even things up by screwing hell out of his mistress. Make sense to you?" His keen eyes narrowed lustfully and centered upon Leslie Sayer's sleek willowy nakedness. "You are the goddamned mutt's mistress, aren't you?"
"If ... if I say the word, the goddamned mutt, as you call him, will tear you to pieces, Mr. whatever-your-name is," Leslie replied sharply, trying to hide her confusion, her passion already aroused to the point of blotting away fear from the carnal sight of his thick stalk of rigid flesh jutting out in an upward arch from his lean, hairy loins, yet, unable to accept the manner in which he had crept in and spied on them like some foul peeping torn. And now, he intended to force himself upon her ... but she'd be damned if she would be forced....
"Please, Robert, you mustn't do this!" Beth whimpered, getting from the bed to stand between him and Leslie who still lay unmoved from her lewd position, "It was my fault ... and I-I wanted Sir Launcelot to do it...."
"Sir Launchelot, is it?" Robert laughed harshly. "The gallant knight to the damsel's rescue, eh? A fucking dog getting your cherry! You little bitch!" he snapped at her, shoving her to one side none too gently. Then, to Leslie whose only move had been to close her thighs: "I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart ... and if that hound makes one move toward me I'll break his back with anything I can pick up. Now ... are you going to cooperate ... or do I rape the hell out of you?"
Leslie couldn't hold back the tiny galvanic tingles his lewd words raised inside her, nor control the thrill of excitement his pledge caused to ripple along her spine. He was all man ... every inch of him ... She had no idea what was wrong between him and Beth before this incident, hut whatever it was, Beth was a fool. God, if only her Mike would be this way once again. She stared at him round-eyed, her line of vision once more fixing upon his stiff, thick sinewed cock, and she gaped as he drew the heavy foreskin back exposing its huge purplish, rubbery head and causing tiny droplets of its seminal fluid to ooze from the split at its tip. A tiny series of shudders spiraled through her and she felt the gooseflesh standing out on her arms and thighs, belly and breasts.
"I-I won't be forced!" she spat at him finally.
"Oh ... please, Robert ... ," Beth tried once more, reaching for his arm. "I'll make it up to you, I swear I will. I'll do anything you say...."
"Then, shut up!" he barked, shaking her off and moving toward the bed. Then, to Leslie: "If you don't want to be forced, angel, then, spread
'em wide and willing. Because this angry Canadian's going to fuck you one way or the other ... and like you've never had it before!"
"Damn you! Goddamn you!" Leslie hissed out between hard clenched teeth, enraged only by the thought of not being able to stop him ... of being subjugated like a slave in a harem ... when in truth, she wanted him to take her ... wanted that beautiful cock probing the very depths of her belly. But pride made her move as Robert climbed onto the bed to grab her and she tried to roll away. Roughly he pressed her onto her back and forced his way between her kicking legs while Lonny growled and gave a start, his great muscular body tensed and quivering, yet, unmoving in obedience to his mistress' last command.
Beth was crying and Leslie knew that she had only to give the order to Launcelot ... but she couldn't bring herself to.
"How'll you have it, sweetheart ... in the mouth or cunt ... or maybe you'd rather get fucked in the ass for a change?" Robert hissed down into her beautiful Nordic face, hardly knowing his own self in the raging lust that had overcome him, his weight cradled between her forced-open thighs, pinning her body while his strong hands held hers tight to the bed.
Leslie trembled in anger, desire and anticipation. She couldn't deny the hot passion the sight of his massive cock had rekindled in her belly, nor could she disavow the twinges of shame and humiliation that flickered through her mind at the act she and Beth had been caught in, placing her in this position of degradation she was now in. She struggled in her confused emotions, throwing her head from side to side, tears of frustrations streaming down the edges of her lovely cheeks.
"One word ... just one little word from me, damn you, and Lonny would kill you!" she reminded him, spitting the words up at his grinning face. "But I'm thinking of Beth ... you hear? That poor girl...."
"That poor girl just lost her virginity ... my cherry to that fucking brute!" Robert hissed, interrupting her words. "Now, if you value the animal's life, tell him to stay put, because I'm in no goddamned mood to be trifled with, Baby. Just answer the question ... which way do you want it?"
"You ... you sonofabitch!" Leslie cried viciously, squirming and writhing beneath him ... at last, relaxing her efforts.
"Robert ... Robert, I beg you, please don't!" Beth pleaded from where she stood beside the bed gaping helplessly down at them, realizing even as she spoke that her pleas were useless. "Do what you want to me, Darling ... anything, I don't care, but let her go...."
"I told you once, Beth, to shut up! I'll get to you in due time," Robert said hoarsely. "Right now, I'm going to fuck this luscious creature," he taunted, grinning obscenely. "Now you want me to decide for you where to bury it, bitch?" he said to Leslie as he ground his rock-hard shaft against the tender, sensitive, pink moist slit in her defenseless crotch. "You seemed to like the sucking angle ... maybe, you'd prefer to eat a little cock first, eh?"
"Oh God...!" Leslie cried helplessly. "Go ahead, damn you! Fuck me you great big strong man!" She spewed the words up at him, the fire licking through her loins at the brutal contact with his heavy prick, spurred further by her own sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which he was holding her. "Well ...? What're you waiting for, big man? Afraid? Come on ... fuck it! Fuck my cunt! Now!" she half screamed up into his salaciously leering face, wiggling her buttocks suddenly in lewd, suggestive invitation.
Robert needed no coaxing. He let free of her hands and reached down to draw her legs up and back over her head before she hardly realized what was happening, pressing the toes of her feet into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent back double, the sudden pain of her strained muscles raising an agonized little groan from her throat. The glistening, flat plane of her naked pussy was presented up to him to ravage as he would with his thick cock aimed straight at her defenseless upturned split. Suddenly, his strong body crushed down on her twisting form, smashing her taut full breasts tightly back into her chest. His heavy rod plunged into her unresisting, still lubricated cunt like a blunt fence-post pushing the velvety moist folds of sensitive pink flesh in rippling waves before its cruel, turgid head.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggghhh!" Leslie grunted loudly at the thrusting, brutal impalement, even more surprised now at its heavy-veined thickness crashing into her, ramming painfully against her sensitive cervix. She winced beneath the agony, but it was only a temporary shock that soon passed as the greedy moist walls of her vagina clasped around the massive shaft voraciously, the hair-lined lips slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His bloated balls smacked hard into the damp, naked crevice of her buttocks and she moaned in masochistic, degraded humiliation at the pleasurable pain surging through her.
Beth watched in sickened, if, growing fascination at the sight of her Robert's raised buttocks tensing heavily as he drove downward with unmerciful force in his rage, sinking his huge prick all the way into Leslie's moist, gaping channel, until only a narrow white stretch of it showed wet and glistening beneath his heavy balls. She cringed to the smack of his pelvis against her beloved new friend's loins, and stared as he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust, again and again in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his prick's huge head becoming visible with each withdrawal.
At last, he freed Leslie's long shapely legs and quickly, if, surprisingly to Beth, they wrapped around his hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining in their effort to pull him inside her. The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed tightly as she raised her soft, down-covered genitals back up over his spearing cock, her hollowed buttocks lifting inches off the bed while she struggled upward desperately in her attempt to absorb the entire length of his beautiful rod back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. A moist, viscid sound filled the room as they fucked furiously and Launcelot began to whimper on the floor beside the bed.
Beth felt her own belly quiver sensuously at the lascivious spectacle, and her loins began to tingle once more as she became dimly aware of her hands moving over her body lustfully. She couldn't help herself, anymore than she could contain the sensations that had given her to Leslie and Lonny earlier. Only the thought of her Robert fucking this beautiful girl when he should be fucking her was tearing at her mind. Yet, she didn't hate her for that ... not after the extreme fulfillment Leslie had promised, and brought her through Sir Launcelot. Dear God, she'd never forget that! She owed this delectable girl so much....
Abruptly, she crawled onto the bed beside their wild, passion-filled bodies and began caressing the swollen nipples of Leslie's heaving breasts. This, she did with one hand, while with the other she reached between her Robert's legs to grasp the hot slipperiness of his plunging cock. The heat and familiar thickness of it as it pounded savagely into Leslie's cunt aroused a welding of love and carnal passion to fill her, and momentarily she began to run her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh alongside the driving shaft ... feeling it slide hotly back and forth against the length of her probing digit.
Leslie's wildly writhing body was lifting and jerking as if completely out of control now and her moans and whimpers of ecstatic pleasure were coming in continuous gasping breaths.
Beth, caught up suddenly in a passion-blinding moment of her own, carefully adjusted her hand until she was able to withdraw her finger and insert her thumb in its place; then, with her free forefinger she began to edge her way down into the smooth dampened cleft between Leslie's buttocks, until she felt the tiny puckered circle of her wildly working anus. Leslie squirmed and jerked convulsively at the touch, and very gently, Beth began to slowly press the tip of her finger into the tight opening ... probing almost imperceptibly deeper and deeper into the sporty warmth of the small clasping orifice. Soon, through the thin wall of hot flesh separating Leslie's cunt and rectum, she was able to discern the urgent thrusting of Robert's cock driving against the pressing contact of her thumb. It was beautiful and the sensation of lewd delight it caused within her was all that Beth needed to set her off again.
She lay on her side facing them, no longer jealous, her back to the edge of the bed where Launcelot waited, whimpering. Suddenly, she raised her legs, opening her thighs wide as she jutted her buttocks backward lewdly and called: "Come here boy! Lonny, Baby. Come! Hurry ... here, here ... eat it!"
The great animal had been schooled to respond to such commands, and what his mentality lacked his instincts made up for. He poked his wet, cool nose between her thighs to the sensitive, tingling flesh of her exposed crotch, his long, wet tongue thrusting into her well-lubricated vulva and up the moist passageway of her cunt like a rapacious slithering snake, ravishing her open slit with pleasure-giving delight.
At first touch of something alien slipping inside the forbidden tender softness of her heretofore unplundered rectum, Leslie had felt a scream building in her throat ... but whatever it was, it was being done so gently ... so very, very gently, that instead of pain she began to experience a weird and additional erotic pleasure ... increasing with every passing second as the probing depths of the unknown invader thrust its way deep up into her nether hole ... Slowly, Robert began to increase the pace and length of his stroke fucking into her cunt, and she felt her whole body responding as it squirmed and writhed beneath him.
Then, he dropped his mouth to hers and she shot her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked, and she moaned incessantly in passion-filled acceptance of whatever lewd or vile whim his mind could conceive to subjugate her to ... Masochistically, she raised her cunt up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his ever downward plunge, sensing her own desire-twisted grimace of wanton joy as her mouth opened and closed against his lips while her heart became completely his in abject surrender.
And then, all of a sudden, the still whimpering Launcelot bounced up onto the bed, frightening Beth at first, and causing her to jerk her fingers from Leslie's seething, moist genitals as she rolled onto her back, her thighs still yawning widely, exposing her dark, hair-fringed cuntal crevice to the great animal. She raised her head to look down between her erect, firm breasts, seeing his tongue lick out and lash wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug, tiny asshole, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal circle. As she watched, he began to lap greedily the narrow pink slit between her widespread thighs. He ran his tongue wetly through it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the erotic plexus of her clitoris enshrined at its peak. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-covered swelling like a saber through fatty flesh. It laved relentlessly through her wide-open legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her vagina. She spasmed fitfully as she twisted and lurched under the powerful boxer's tongue lapping and lashing at her genitals once more.
Soft coos of bliss erupted from her until suddenly she placed her hands to the sides of his great head and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his nose forward into her moist, throbbing vagina.
Dear God! She never would've believed that she could come to this ... that an animal could bring her such sheer delight ... while her own future husband fucked another naked woman in the same bed, and she loved him even more because of it! She was going mad! Truly, she was losing her wits entirely! But ... but if she was, she never wanted it to change! Oh God, she would suck her Robert a thousand times a night, every night of his life! She'd suck him and fuck him and pray to the heavens he would raise her onto the cloud she was on right at that moment! Whatever he did to her would be beautiful ... just as Lonny's splendid tongue was beautiful!
It was shooting up her moist channel with breathtaking rapture, ravishing her upthrust cunt wildly! And it was then that the feral, babbling, half-shrieks began to stream crazily from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her churning buttocks.
"Oh ... ohhh, it's heaven! I'm going to cum again ... Yes ... yes! Oooohhh ... lick it damn you! Lick my cunt you beautiful animal!"
Leslie barely heard Beth's vile screams of release as Robert fucked madly into her own lust-inflamed cunt. Wildly, his bloated sac slapped into the moist crevice separating her buttocks and she groaned loudly at the filling of her tingling passage as he began an even deeper, harder thrusting into her seething crotch. Her head rolled loosely from side to side, her mouth open in abandoned ecstasy. It was almost there ... almost! Oh God ... Mike ... Mike ... she loved him, loved him! His thick, expanding cock was digging into her like a pile driver ... and it'd been so long; she felt the cords of her neck twitch and tighten in an unmistakable sign for her.
"Oh Mike ...! I'm going to cum! I am ... and it's been so long this way! Now ... Mike ... fuck harder, my darling ... I love you ... fill me with your load of creamy love-juice! Fill me full! I-I'm cumming ... yes ... I am! I'm cuuummiiinngg!" she gasped in a voice shrill with passion. "I'm cuummmiiinnnngggg ... aaaahhhgggghhh!"
Her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling at him frantically to draw him deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch. White, sticky liquid flowed wetly out around his driving prick, spilling down the slit of her buttocks to flood his balls as they rubbed tauntingly against her tightly puckered anus.
"Yes ... oh darling!" cried Beth suddenly. "Fuck her hard! Shoot it into her, Robert darling...!"
Suddenly, Robert felt Beth's hands between his legs, her long nails raking gently and teasingly against the soft, sensitive flesh of his balls, her other hand caressing his tensed buttocks as he fucked furiously into the climaxing blonde. It was too much! Spurred on by their lewd words and Beth's licentious manipulations, he dug deeper into the squirming, hair-lined hole beneath him, once more pressing Leslie's legs over her head, pushing them farther and farther back while he hammered into her with demonical force. Convulsive flashes of ecstatic pain shot through his loins as the girl beneath him continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her jerking ass.
She was damned near exhausted as Robert groaned, signaling his moment, and abruptly Les lie felt the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her open womb. Her head swam in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts surged insanely into her, filling her to the near bursting point with its milky whiteness. The hot, moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped in automatic cadence, pulling at the jerking organ like a voraciously sucking mouth.
Leslie's sleek, willowy body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the bed as Robert's grip on her legs was released. She fell into a spread-eagle position of obscenity, and she sensed the heavy weight lift from her while a cool rush of air brushed over her sweat-soaked body.
Whatever had happened to her ... she wasn't quite certain ... not at that moment ... but whatever it was, she hoped it would happen again and again and again!
Oh ... ooohhh, Mike darling ... where are you? Kiss me, please? Kiss me...!"
PART THREE
CHAPTER 9
Nadine was extremely proud of herself. She'd handled it beautifully, she thought, manipulating Larry Walsh into walking her down to the cafeteria in her robe and slippers for coffee by letting him feel of her pussy beneath the covers and taking out his hard stubby prick and kissing it. My God, it had been a tiny little thing. She laughed to herself now, thinking about it as she made her way through alleys and backyards toward Ann Trent's home. Ann knew she was coming. She'd called her that morning, pretending that she was calling her mother, and told her friend of her plan and what she had to do. Beautiful Ann had gone nearly wild with laughter ... that was Ann, all right.
Nadine was sorry though she'd had to hit Larry, but there was no other way. He had to be put out of commission for awhile, at least. She hoped she hadn't really hurt him bad ... but when he'd suggested they go into the utility room for some sexy fun and games he'd played right into her hands. Then, while he was kissing her and feeling of her naked breast with his trembling hot hand and was taking out his cock again, her other hand had been searching for something hard on the shelf. As it turned out, it'd been a bottle, and once she'd grabbed his balls, squeezing, and he'd doubled over, the rest had been simple.
But she certainly wished she had something else besides this garb of robe and slippers to wear. If anyone ever saw her they'd probably call the police. It'd be awhile before Larry woke up or they found him. Then, of course, they'd go looking for her at her mother's and the like. Her mother ... the bitch! Mommy wanted her to die ... just like all the others, except Ann. Well, she wasn't going to, was she? Nadine laughed to herself.
It dawned upon her then that she still had some change in her pocket. That was it! Find a phone booth, call Ann and have her come there! Now, why hadn't she thought of that before instead of trying to walk across town through back alleys? God! What was wrong with her anyway? She ... she just didn't think the way she used to ... Damn ... she had to get a hold of herself ... get her brain functioning back to normal ... Let's see ... she needed a dime ... didn't she?
* * *
In the rear seat of the automobile, Robert took Beth's hand and held it inside his own. She responded by clutching at his with a new little hunger he had never before felt. He smiled to himself. They'd found each other all right, but what a hellish way to do it. Not that he'd minded too much. Christ, Leslie Sayer was something else again ... and their morning orgy had resulted in a settled understanding between he and Beth. He felt certain all would go well now, just by the way she was clinging to his hand....
"I suppose it's only right that we tell you now," Adam Kallen said from the front seat behind the wheel, breaking into Robert's series of thoughts. "Susan and I are going to be married next weekend. We'd like to have you two stand up with us."
"Oh ... oh, Daddy!" Beth exclaimed, leaning forward. "I'm so glad to hear that. I hope you'll both be very happy."
Susan turned half-around. "Thank you, Darling," she said softly. "And I know you mean that."
"I do ... I do," Beth said. "And we'd love to stand up with you, wouldn't we Robert?"
"Of course," Robert answered, "and congratulations to both of you."
Then, Beth whispered to him: "And ... what about us, Darling?"
"Hmmm." Robert managed. "I've been giving it thought."
"D-Don't you want to marry me now...?"
"It's a very serious step, my dear," he said, pretentiously. In the darkness, he chucked her beneath the chin. "And I'm not so sure that I have the stamina of a dog ... but I've been giving it serious consideration. Perhaps, I'll come up with an answer before the night's out."
Beth couldn't control her pleased little ripple of laughter. "You tease," she whispered, kissing him full on the mouth. She knew there was no rancor in either of their hearts at what had taken place that morning at Leslie's. If anything, it had even broadened them ... at least, she was positive that she didn't blame him for what he'd done ... nor was she sorry for the bliss that Sir Launcelot had brought her. It would all work out now, she was confident, and it'd be beautiful....
"I just can't understand Jamey's new attitude," Susan was saying. "It ... it simply isn't like him...."
"Now, now? Come on, Susan ... we all go through character changes sometimes in our lives. And that's what's undoubtedly happened to Halo. Let's give him the benefit of the doubt," Adam said.
"You don't know him as I do, Darling," said Susan softly.
Adam looked over at her and smiled. "Well, maybe after tonight we'll both know him better, eh? Let's give him a chance."
She nodded. "Whatever you say, Adam."
Again, he smiled at her, catching her small hand inside his own as he drove toward Jamey Halo's Quarryside estate.
* * *
Ann Trent did more than just bring clothes; also brought her father's car and several joints of marijuana. Nadine was elated.
"I didn't know you had your license, Ann," the long, dark-haired girl said, stripping beside her as they drove and slipping into the slacks and blouse her friend had brought her, sucking intermittently at one of the cigarettes.
"For two months now."
"And your father lets you drive the family car?"
"He better," Ann replied, laughing and tossing her girl friend an expression that Nadine readily understood. "After what I give him, it's the least he can do for me, wouldn't you say?"
Nadine smiled and nodded her head prettily. "Oh sure, but your Daddy's a beautiful guy ... and so's your brother and Mom."
"I know," Ann agreed seriously. "I guess I'm the luckiest girl alive. We have such splendid times together with our love-ins and all. They're always so beautiful, Nade. I wish you'd come to one."
"I want to," Nadine said. "After all you've told me ... Golly, they must be wild times ... But, I've got to do this thing first ... it's the only way."
Ann nodded her enchanting young head, her luxurious growth of long blonde hair flouncing with the effort. "I know," she said, smiling over at her friend who was just finishing buttoning her blouse. "To tell you the truth, I've been wild with the idea all day. It sounds like a blast ... even better than a pot party or dropping acid."
"It will be ... I promise you that," Nadine said, compressing her lips tightly. "Let's just hurry and get to the bungalow...."
* * *
Mike had come home drunk. Leslie had tried to get him to eat and he'd passed out, sprawled onto the kitchen table. Prior to that, he'd cried for twenty minutes, the first time in her life she'd ever seen a tear in his eye. She'd felt no pity inside her at first, in fact, she could have killed him and sensed no remorse at that moment. But then, it had dawned on her that he was trying to be sincere ... that he was really sorry for what he had done to her these past months ... and he was too drunk to make her understand.
God, she thought, only a wife ... and a loving one who cared could read the pain and hurt in his eyes. He was truly sorry....
"Oh, Mike darling," she half-sobbed herself, going to him and cradling his head in her arms. "I know ... I know. Let's leave here the moment you're ... you're able."
"Yeahhhh," he bobbed his head and groaned. "I-I want to, Baby ... Leave an' get away from this goddamned place. It's killin' me ... you know? Shelly's dead ... gone ... nothin' I can do anymore for her ... Killin' me, Baby ... We'll go to Minnesota ... eh...?"
"Yes, Darling, we will ... we will!" Leslie said exuberantly, holding him tight against her, wishing to God that he had been the man who had brought her sexual bliss that very morning ... knowing that he could ... that he had!
"I wanna get out o' this fuckin' place, Baby! Away ... away ... away...."
Those were his final words; he'd passed out then and she'd dragged him to the bed, undressing, then covering him. But this time, it was different, she knew; they would leave Parksburg, and God knows, it was their only hope of finding happiness again together.
As she covered him, thoughts of what had taken place on that very bed only hours before raced through her mind ... and then she heard the sound....
W-Was it someone in the living room? Lonny growled deep in his throat beside her, then ran out into the hall ... but there were no more growls.
Yet, she could swear she'd heard the door close softly.
Mike snored. She left him and walked into the hall toward the front room ... and saw them.
Lonny hadn't growled again because he was standing on his hind legs and wagging his nub of a tail as Nadine Sheldon, his former mistress, was rubbing and petting him. There was a small pistol in her hand and by the door stood another teen-age girl whom Leslie remembered ... Ann Trent. The lovely blonde was smiling wickedly.
"What're you two doing here?" Leslie snapped at them, remembering another night not so many months past in this very house when she'd been submitted to horror because of these two little friends. My God, could it happen again? "H-Have you forgotten how to knock, Nadine?"
Ann Trent snickered.
"Down, boy," Nadine ordered and Lonny responded. The exotic, raven-haired girl raised the weapon menacingly. Her enchanting, almond-shaped eyes narrowed and Leslie read the wild little gleam sparkling there. "I don't want to hurt you, Leslie. But I will if I have to ... because you're just like the others ... so don't push me. I-I needed this gun. Remember it? I hid it inside the base of your davenport the night Reigher was here...."
"All right, you've got it," Leslie said levelly. "Now, leave. There's nothing here for you."
Nadine broke into a slow smile. "Maybe ... Where's Mike? He's got something I like pretty well ... his prick."
Again, Ann Trent giggled.
Leslie experienced a vile little chill moving up her back at Nadine's uninhibited statement and choice of lewd nouns. Although barely a minute had passed since she'd found the two in her living room, there wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind but what Nadine Sheldon was suffering from some serious mental disorder. Of course, she'd heard the rumors that following the Reigher episode, the poor girl had been confined, but she'd had no idea how badly off she really was.
"Mike is ill. He's sleeping," Leslie said, making every effort to appear calm. "And you ... you're supposed to be in the Parksburg Nursing Home. How did you get out?"
Nadine continued to smile, but there was no mirth contained in it. She said: "Another prick ... Men seem to lose their head when their cock becomes involved ... at least, that's the way I've always found it, Leslie dear. Now ... I haven't got much time with all that I have to do. So, you start taking off your clothes, then we'll sit you in that nice big overstuffed chair where you'll be comfortable. Nice and quiet-like, now ... and you won't be hurt. In the meantime, Ann, see what you can find to tie her with. I'm not taking any chances on her calling the police."
"Now, just a minute!" Leslie snapped, deciding suddenly that she had to make some sort of effort against them, for God only knew what wicked thing they had in mind.
"No minutes, Leslie!" Nadine hissed between clenched white teeth. "I told you that I don't have much time ... now, don't make me hurt you! I wouldn't've come here except for this gun, but I was hoping you might not be home...."
"Why are you doing this? My God, Nadine, you're only going to get into worse trouble and...."
"Shut up! Now, strip damn you, or I'll have Ann rip them off you!" Nadine snarled, taking a step toward the flaxen-haired Leslie who had very suddenly come to realize that to thwart her was probably the most dangerous thing she could do.
Abruptly, Leslie began to remove her clothes. By the time Ann had reentered the room with a half-dozen nylon stockings, she was completely naked, her large firm breasts standing erect, their pink nipples hardened from the air that brushed against them.
Nadine motioned her toward the chair and Leslie reluctantly complied. Then, the dark-haired girl ordered Ann to tie her wrists together behind her neck.
"It isn't going to be very comfortable, Leslie darling, but I'll be damned sure you won't be going anyplace," Nadine said as she watched her accomplice carry out her instructions. "Now, tie another stocking or two on the one holding her wrists and fasten that to the leg of the chair from behind ... then tie each ankle to a front leg."
Leslie had nourished a little hope of working herself loose once they were gone, but she quickly gave up the idea. Her arms pained already from the strain in their unnatural position and she was forced to arch her back, thrusting her breasts up and forward. Dear God, what was going to happen now? Why were they doing this?
"She has beautiful breasts, Nade," Ann said when she was finished securing her ankles, and she moved close to brush her small hand over one.
"They're like yours, Ann," Nadine said, joining her friend to feel of the helpless girl's other breast with a soft, gentle touch.
"They're bigger than mine," Ann replied, but mine are more firm.
Leslie couldn't believe that the degrading scene was actually taking place ... the two of them feeling of her breasts without the slightest trace of shame; yet, by the same token she couldn't help the tiny little sensations that rippled through her at the touch of their soft hands caressing the rotund spheres and tweaking their elongated nipples. She started to protest and Nadine took the last stocking to tie around her open mouth as a gag.
"There, my dear ... that ought to take care of you for awhile," she said smiling, while Ann Trent continued to run her hand over her breasts, then downward to the smoothness of her belly ... and finally to the pubic hair of her mound.
Dear God, she was obscenely exposed because of the position they had tied her in. Her thighs were wide-spread ... and ... and now the little fiend was taunting her vaginal slit with her finger.
"She has a pretty cunt, too, Nade," Ann said and Leslie saw the excitement in her eyes. "Look."
Nadine bent down to observe more closely as Ann Trent's index finger separated the golden hairs to better see the smooth pink cleft.
"Put your finger in it," Nadine said, watching, the tiny scintillating lights beginning to dance licentiously in her lovely dark eyes as Ann Trent did as she was told, pressing her finger between the moist lips of Leslie's cunt, first to taunt the tiny pink nub of her clitoris, then to slip down and slide without hindrance up into her vaginal channel.
Leslie whimpered behind the gag, uncontrollable galvanic sensations rippling upward through her loins and belly at the lovely girl's taunting, obscene ministrations to her helplessly exposed genitals. Dear God, she thought in growing fear. She'd never felt so utterly defenseless in her whole life!
Then, Nadine straightened while Ann continued her lewd manipulations. She asked: "Where's the pot?"
"In my coat," Ann replied, again working on Leslie's clitoris and watching in lascivious fascination the beautiful flaxen-haired girl's body quiver and jerk spasmodically.
Nadine lighted the joint, sucking its smoke deep into her lungs and holding it there. She smiled understandingly at the teen-age blonde who had been her friend all through high school. The sweet darling, she thought; one day she would probably be a confirmed lesbian. She'd bet that right now Ann wanted to lick that beautiful blonde pussy more than anything in the world. God ... how many times had they licked and sucked each other? Yet, her voluptuous friend still liked to be fucked, she knew, but maybe she preferred pussy-eating more than anything. Some girls did. In fact, she liked it a lot herself ... but there wasn't anything that could take the place of a good cock ... which reminded her....
"Was Mike in the bedroom when you found the stockings, Ann?"
Ann nodded without looking her way. She was resting her forearms on the cushion of the chair between Leslie's widespread thighs, her finger buried deep in the exposed cunt before her, while Leslie had begun to whimper and moan as if she might be losing her wits.
"We haven't much time, Baby," Nadine said. "It's dark enough to make it up to the main house now without being seen. But first, I want to pay Mike a little visit."
"I think he's drunk," Ann said.
"I don't care. I just want to take one last look at that beautiful prick of his before we leave here," Nadine replied, walking toward the bedroom, the home-rolled marijuana still in her hand.
At the raven-haired little monster's words, Leslie had whimpered and fought against her bonds with all of the strength she could muster. But it was useless. She was hopelessly secured. And the unwanted and vile sensations Ann Trent was causing to permeate her body and mind were about to drive her insane. Now, the girl was trying to reach her cunt with her tiny tongue, and she found herself squirming her body forward against the painful ties that were holding her in order to give the fetching teen-ager access to her crotch, while the girl's small soft hands began to caress her thrusting and now throbbing breasts.
Then, Leslie felt the wet contact against her clitoris and moaned loudly. Her eyes rolled back and forth in her head, finally settling on Lonny who lay patiently watching them both from the floor. Dear God, she thought, she couldn't even expect him to help her now ... not with Nadine there, for she was his real mistress, and he hadn't forgotten. Oh Lord! What was going to happen to her ... to Mike? What did they intend to do to them ...? Oh God ... she couldn't think rationally ... the building pressure had begun in her loins ... she was losing all sense of reality....
Nadine stared down at the prostrate, snoring form of Mike Sayer. He slept with his mouth open and she could smell the foul odor of his whiskey-saturated body. She reached down and jerked the covers from him where he lay on his back. He was wearing only shorts and she bent to pull them down over his hips, exposing his hairy crotch with its flaccid prick and balls. She took the limp member in her hand and began to toy with it, seating herself on the bed.
For a long time, she played with it, skinning the foreskin back to bare its moist, spongy head, even raking her fingernails beneath the velvety skin of his balls, but nothing seemed to put life in the shaft; it remained spineless and angrily she grabbed at his balls and squeezed them.
He groaned, and rolled onto his side, drawing his legs up spasmodically. Disgusted, Nadine stood and took a last drag from the cigarette, then dropped it to the floor, grinding it beneath her shoe.
It was time, anyway ... and with what she had in mind it was just as well that she saved herself. But ... she would've liked to talk to Mike ... tell him all that she knew and that she was going to prove. She smiled then as she gazed down at this man whom she'd once thought so much of.
"I-I'm sorry, Mike. I didn't mean to hurt you ... they're such beautiful balls, too. Maybe ... maybe, some other time we'll make love, you and I, eh?"
She covered him and went back into the living room where Ann Trent was still on her knees between Leslie Sayer's thighs, her face buried in the flaxen-haired girl's crotch. Ann had pulled her skirt up and had her hand inside her panties, stroking furiously her own pussy while she licked and sucked at Leslie's cunt.
One look told Nadine that Leslie was almost ready to lose her mind. She had managed to maneuver her buttocks off the cushion to give Ann complete access to her moist pink cunt, and the sounds of Ann's oral ministrations were filling the room.
Lonny lay on the floor watching and whimpering as Nadine went behind Ann, knelt down, and ran her hand up between her friend's hot thighs.
"I'll do it for you, Baby," she whispered, pressing the lovely blonde's hand away as she slipped inside the leg-band of her panties and inserted her finger within the moist lips of her tight cunt.
Ann sighed heavily into Leslie's crotch as Nadine found her clitoris and began to tweak and massage it. Wildly, she began to undulate her beautiful ass to Nadine's knowing, gentle fingering of her cunt while she tongued Leslie's open, pink moist split with ravenous hunger. Then, Nadine took her other hand to slide down Ann's panties from behind, until she found the tiny puckered hole between her lush full buttocks and tenderly inserted her index finger into the smooth, warm hole of her rectum ... ever slipped up into her until the palm of her hand held the delicious orbs of her ass in her hand.
"Now, Baby," she whispered over Ann's shoulder. "Now, cum!"
Leslie was completely lost! In God's name she never would believe that such an obscene and degrading exhibition could not only happen, but completely and utterly claim her. She was going out of her mind with the ecstasy this beautiful girl was bringing her! Debased and lurid as it was, she could not resist its breathtaking bliss. She had to cum! To be denied now would be the ultimate of tortures ... yet, she feared in all reality that was what her temptress had in mind ... a mental form of torture ... and she was doing everything she possibly could to keep the girl from knowing how near she actually was....
But suddenly, it was no longer necessary to pretend. It was there! She was ... was going to ... Yes ... now ... now! She grunted loudly, a guttural sound coming from deep in her throat against the gag as the tremendous wave of enchantment overtook her and her body quaked from head to toe in her restricted position, violent spasms of sheer delight engulfing her almost to the point of unconsciousness.
Nadine felt Ann's clasping rectal passage begin to suck at her finger with convulsive contractions and she increased her manipulations of her lovely friend's clitoris, knowing that she was cumming. Ann whimpered and moaned as she sucked insanely at Leslie Sayer's cunt, and then her ass and crotch began to quiver and jerk in Nadine's hands. Simultaneously, Nadine felt the discharge of warm, viscous liquid drenching her palms and she pressed forward lovingly, crushing her breasts against her beautiful friend's back in affection, almost feeling Ann's climactic release as much as if she herself had experienced it....
CHAPTER 10
Silk Weaver, himself, had set up the cameras and taping equipment. Seldom did he participate in this type of operation, but he wanted to be damn sure nothing went wrong here. He'd brought Freed with him to assist while he handled the equipment and Halo had provided him perfect cover. If the goddamned PCPA aphrodisiac worked according to the way that quack had assured him, the whole show would take place right here in this, the living room.
Well, it damned sure better, he thought, sipping at a drink in the tiny closet that confined them. Some Italian scientist had come up with the stuff and the word was that it was irresistible. A good dose and you automatically began to suffer from crotchitis. If what the character had said was right, then once dinner was over the whole damned bunch ought to begin coming unglued, because he'd spiked the gin for the martinis as well as the vermouth, in fact, there wasn't a damn thing on Halo's bar that wasn't loaded with the stuff.
Hell, it had to work, he thought. Kallen had to be put down and right away! He was too strong in Parksburg. Give him a couple of months of campaigning and he'd raise enough stink to ruin his operation regardless of whether he was elected or not.
Some other do-gooder would see the light and pick up the reins. Not that he had anything against Kallen personally, but anyone he couldn't control or buy was a nasty thorn in his side. Parksburg was his town and he didn't intend to give it up ... not without one hell of a fight, anyway....
Wait! They were coming in from dinner. Shit, what a gorgeous morsel that Susan Sheldon was. The China-Doll ... He grinned to himself, remembering the night at the farm when he'd taken her in the ass ... Goddamn, he'd give a lot to have a broad like that really go for him ... And that was Kallen's daughter, eh? Christ, what a luscious piece she'd be. He trained the camera on all of them and began to shoot, at the same time listening to the sound of their voices and studying the meter on the recorder to see if they were coming across properly, satisfied, he sat back and watched through his tiny peek-hole. Now, all he had to do was wait....
"I know you're all surprised at my sudden change of heart," Jamey Halo in white dinner jacket said with a smile as he chose a chair and lowered himself into it. "Especially you, Susan."
Susan sat beside Adam on one section of the two-piece davenport, and Beth beside Robert on the other. Susan smiled and said: "One of the drawbacks of being human, Jamey is the distress of error."
Jamey continued to smile handsomely, if, somewhat modestly, and to Susan's way of thinking, a bit too dramatically.
"I want to help, Adam," he was saying. It's about time I took a part in this city's political future. I want to help in whatever way I can...."
Beth hardly heard any of the conversation. She had seated herself, caught tightly to Robert's hand and was desperately trying to fathom the reason for the stimulation she felt gnawing at her loins and belly. It had actually started at dinner and she'd found herself rubbing her thighs together in an effort to quell the tiny prurient sensations that seemed to be soaring through her with increasing gusto. God, just the touch of Robert's hand was almost enough to make her want to climb on top of him and commit rape right there! Lord almighty! Had this morning set her off that much?
Adam manipulated himself about on the davenport so that he was certain it wouldn't show. He cleared his throat and tried to answer Halo with a professional, political tone of voice. Christ almighty! His prick was as hard as a lead ingot! What the hell was wrong with him, anyway? Just the touch of Susan was making it jump and throb furiously! What a hell of a situation ... and he just couldn't seem to help himself!
"How can I help, Adam?" Jamey said, squirming in his chair, suddenly wondering how wise he'd been to experiment with Weaver's laced booze. Christ, his cock was jerking in his pants. He hoped to hell no one noticed, and he crossed his legs to reassure himself. In minute, it would be time for him to suggest the stag movie he had, but first, he wanted to be sure they were all primed for it. Hell, they ought to be. He'd only had a small portion of the stuff in comparison to what they'd drunk.
"... My people will contact you," Kallen was saying. "We're not really under way yet...."
Then, Susan was smiling warmly at him. "I'm so pleased that you want to help, Jamey," she said, obviously squirming her buttocks down against the cushion of the davenport. "We've always been so close, you and I ... Who knows ... maybe we'll be teammates in Adam's corner?"
"Why not?" Jamey replied quickly. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be teamed up with."
Adam forced a laugh while Susan leaned forward as if to express her smile more intimately at the young actor, and Robert Pegler made a grunting sound at the lurching of his prick inside his trousers.
Hell, he had a hard-on that would choke a horse, Robert realized embarrassedly as he dropped Beth's hand, then nearly sprang from the couch when she caught at his thigh with a squeezing little gesture. Damn, what had come over him anyway? This was crazy ...!
"Look," Jamey said, smiling at each one in turn, judging by his own mood that it might be time. "If you people won't be offended ... I have a stag film that's pretty good. You don't have to move. I just go over there to the bookcase and snap it on and we watch it on that wall ... after I pull down the screen, of course."
Beth started to say yes and caught herself. Susan swallowed tightly while Robert looked toward Adam for an answer he hoped would be in the affirmative. Hell, he had no idea what had suddenly bitten him, but the desire to grab Beth and lay her right there where she sat so goddamned breathtakingly beside him was almost overwhelming. In fact, he thought, he wouldn't feel any the less anxious if it were Susan ... or Leslie Sayer....
"Well ... I doubt that we're prudes, Halo," Adam heard himself say, hardly realizing the words had come from his own lips. "Go ahead. It's been a long time since I've seen a stag film...."
* * *
Silk Weaver grinned to himself at Kallen's statement. He hadn't had any of the doctored booze, but his own member gave a little start at what he felt certain was going to happen once the catalyst of the movie he'd provided flashed onto the screen. Damn their beautiful, pure souls, they just wouldn't be able to help themselves ... anymore than he, himself, could as he sat there looking up the tiny skirt of Susan Sheldon's dress trying to imagine from memory what rested there. Right at the moment though, he'd bet his ass it was twitching. Yeah ... if everything that doctor had assured him was true, her tight little eurasian pussy was quivering and gaping like the mouth of a fish ... and maybe he'd just find out before the night was over. The party was only beginning....
He watched Halo stand and move toward the bookcases where the film projector was carefully concealed, but he never reached there. Instead, the front door opened suddenly and two girls walked in with a dog between them! He felt his jaw drop down as he stared at the first one, a brunette who was holding a gun before her ... levelling it at everyone in the room with a sweeping arch. What in hell! he grunted to himself.
The other was a sharp looking blonde kid who slowly closed the door behind her and smiled, showing the most dazzling set of teeth he had ever laid eyes on, and the dog ... Jesus Christ, it was Max Bovino's seeing-eye mutt!
"Well now, what a surprise!" the dark-haired one said, her sparkling eyes covering the room in one glance. "Just don't anyone move! I'll shoot whoever does!"
It registered then! The broad was Susan Sheldon's daughter ... the one at the farm that night when Max got his! Christ! What an unexpected turn of events! What the hell ... who would've figured ... but wait a minute ... He grinned to himself. Maybe, it wasn't so bad after all ... it could get better as it went along....
"Whatta we do now, Boss?" Freed whispered.
"Shut up, stupid!" Silk hissed. "Just watch and keep the cameras going. I've got an idea something bigger than we expected is going to happen."
* * *
Susan was speechless at the sight of her Nadine standing there, that weird little smile twisting her lovely mouth, and dear God, with a gun in her hand! For a long moment she could do nothing but stare at her daughter in complete dumbfoundedness, until finally her name worked its way to the tip of her tongue and lips....
"Nadine! Wh-what are you doing here?" she managed, getting to her feet.
"Stop ... stop right there, mother dear! Now ... just sit right back down!" Nadine ordered, twisting her pretty head until she was glaring from an almost demented appearing angle. "I....
I didn't expect to find you here ... or any of the rest of these people, ... just Mr. Halo ... but now, I'm glad you're here. I intended to look you up after, anyway. You've made it easier for me. So thoughtful of you, Mother."
"B-Baby ... what're you talking about?" Susan questioned, her bewilderment growing by the second. "How did you get here ... out of the Home? And ... and what're you doing with that gun...?"
Nadine's grin broadened, but it was an evil, near enraged smirk. "I imagine that does upset you," she hissed between clenched teeth. "I wasn't supposed to ever get away from there was I, Mother. I was expected to ... to die there! Isn't that it? ... why you put me in there ...? to die? Isn't it, Mother dear?"
"Baby! My God! Do you realize what you're saying?" Susan gasped, her mouth falling open loosely at her daughter's accusation. "Darling, I'm your mother! I love you...!"
"Stay put I said!" Nadine warned as Susan started to take a step toward her and Adam Kallen caught hold of her mother's arm, slowly drawing her back down to a sitting position. "And don't anyone else make the slightest move ... or I'll pull this trigger and somebody'll get awfully hurt ... blood and stuff ... know what I mean?" She looked from one to the other at their faces, both male and female, deciding that at least temporarily, they were going to comply. "Now ... that's better, isn't it, Ann?"
"They're being very smart," Ann said, still smiling, a little shiver of delight rippling through her.
"All right, Lonny, guard them! Guard! Guard!" Nadine commanded and the powerful boxer growled with a show of gleaming teeth, tensing his powerful body, prepared to spring at the first violator of his mistress' command.
"In case any of you are in doubt, Sir Launcelot will tear the throat out of the first one who might get any ideas," Nadine advised, lowering her weapon. "Dear mother knows that ... and so do you, Jamey darling," she said, studying the young actor's sudden pasty face. She smiled at him. He hadn't moved from in front of the bookcases since they'd entered the house. "You're not looking too healthy at the moment, Mr. Halo. Don't tell me you're afraid?" She laughed outright, then paused abruptly, her expression suddenly deadly once more. "Move out into the center of the floor, Jamey. Now! Hurry!"
He did, but hesitantly, his eyes fixed on the dog with every step he took. "N-Now look, Nadine ... I-I don't know what's...."
"Shut up, you prick!" the raven -haired girl spat at him. "Just shut up and do what you're told ... if you want to see morning!"
Jamey swallowed tightly as he slowly moved to the center of the room, while Adam sought Susan's hand and pressed warmly in a signal of strength. "I think we better do as she says," he advised softly. "Just ... just keep cool, everyone...."
The contorted grin returned to Nadine's pretty mouth. "You're so right, Mr. Kallen ... so right. I don't want to hurt any of you ... not really, but there's something that has to be done ... I-I didn't expect to find you people here ... but maybe it's better that you are. You can act as jury ... Yes ... I think that'll work out better than I'd originally planned ... because I was going to be both judge and jury ... and in the end I would've probably killed...." She paused there, moistening her lips with the tip of her tiny pink tongue. "No matter ... Ann, take the gun," she said, handing the weapon to the exquisite, teen-age blonde who immediately stepped forward, pointing it at all of them in turn.
"Please, Nadine...?" Susan tried again, tears moistening her lovely eyes. "Oh Darling, listen to me...!"
"Shut up, mother! Just sit quiet and shut up!" Nadine threw at her. "Nothing is going to stop me ... and who knows, maybe when it's over even you'll understand...." Then, she stepped into the center of the floor in front of Jamey Halo and began to unbutton the blouse Ann had brought her. "Take your clothes off, Jamey darling," she ordered almost seductively. "Everything ... right down to your bare cock ... because you and I are going to put on a show for this jury ... one beautiful, salacious spectacular of fucking and sucking ... and if you give me any trouble, either Ann will put a bullet in your ass, or Lonnie will take a taste of you!"
Jamey could only stare at her. Jesus Christ, she was a goddamned fruitcake all right. Whatever the hell she was trying to pull, he couldn't figure it. Surprised and shocked though he was, it didn't seem that he had to worry, not with Silk Weaver strategically hidden and watching every move. But why didn't he do something? What the hell was he waiting for? Christ, he could see that things had taken a crazy turn....
And then, Nadine had removed the blouse and he, as well as everyone in the room focused upon her lushy proud young naked breasts, so full and erect with their hardened berry-tipped nipples, dancing and swaying as she arched her voluptuous young body to remove her slacks, the last remaining garment she wore.
Robert Pegler had never lost his hardened prick, although in Christ's name he couldn't imagine why. But at the sight of the exotic teen-ager's naked body, he thought it might crack like frozen cement, it'd lurched into such an aching state of rigidity. His balls were churning and his loins alive with licentious craving. Whatever in hell had come over him, anyway? Christ, he felt as if he were laughing at a funeral ... and then, the absolutely overwhelming enchantment of her smooth and white, perfectly formed body was crowding Halo as she raised her arms and began to undress him....
Adam was steeling himself against the lustful reactions of his body. He held tight to Susan's hand as his eyes locked on her daughter's magnificent, naked loveliness, the jutting of her full and taut young breasts, the protruding, perfect spheres of her gorgeous buttocks, and above all, the delicate pink slit so faintly visible behind the silken shadow of pubic hair covering the enticing swell of her mound at the base of her belly....
"Oh God, Adam ... what is she going to do...?" Susan whimpered, unable to comprehend the wild agitations taking place at the peak of her tightly closed thighs at the sight of her own sweet baby's beautiful nakedness. Her loins were afire with desire of their own ... a salacity that made no sense whatever in the world, yet, she couldn't help herself, and she sensed the moisture that was dampening the crotchband of her panties....
Beth clung tightly to Robert's sweating hand. The sight of Nadine undressing Jamey Halo was nearly bringing her unglued. Drinking in the striking girl's naked beauty had immediately reminded her of Leslie Sayer that morning, but now, as she removed Halo's trousers, then pulled down his shorts from his narrow hips, releasing before everyone's eye his hardened, sizeable prick, she couldn't restrain the gasp that burst from her throat. It lanced out from his hair-covered loins in an upward arc and she could see his strong young balls hanging between his muscular thighs. She was hardly conscious of the others' nervous squirming against the davenport ... only aware of her own sensations at her loins and belly and the seeping dampness that had saturated her crotch. Dear God, what was happening, anyway ...? Was this some sort of lewd dream? But above all, what was happening to her ...? and as she asked herself the question, she realized that she'd reached over and grasped Robert's heavy prick inside his trousers ...!
* * *
Fuck, Silk Weaver thought, no film he could have produced would ever match this show. He had only to look at the expressions on the faces of the compelled audience to know the lust that was raging inside them, thanks to the PCPA. Shit, they were going out of their minds watching the Sheldon kid who had a hold of Halo's cock and was milking it right there in the middle of the room. Halo, himself, looked as if he'd just shed all of his mental capacities ... and not three minutes before, he'd been worried that the stupid bastard might give the whole play away.
He was gone, all right, and Silk Weaver didn't blame him. Christ, what a dish she was ... but what the hell was he getting at ... pulling a thing like this right in front of her own mother and her friends? Was she that looney?
Whatever, it didn't make any difference to him, not as long as he got what he'd come for, and it damned sure appeared as if he was going to. Kallen was hanging onto Susan Sheldon like a frustrated politician with a raging cock, trying to find someplace to bury it, while both of them were staring wild-eyed at the naked kids in the center of the room as the luscious little bitch slunk to the floor and pulled Halo down on top of her....
* * *
Jamey had given up trying to decipher what it was all about. To hell with that! He might have backed off and played the gentleman caught in impossible circumstances had she not grabbed his cock ... but after that, hell, he no longer gave a damn. No one had made any effort to help him ... and goddamn, right now he was glad they hadn't! Man, he'd play this part right to the hilt! That was his business, wasn't it playing the role? She wanted to fuck ... was even controlling the issue with a gun on him ... what could any of them say?
"Mmmmmmm, Jamey darling ... now you're getting with me," Nadine half whispered up into his face as she lay on her back with him cradled above her between her wide-spread thighs, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly as she held his face to her own and kissed his mouth with warm and moist open lips. "Mmmmmmm ... put your prick in my pussy, baby. Let's not wait ... let's pretend we're all alone ... just you and me ... now ... Now!"
* * *
In Jamey Halo's luxurious home, there were two steps up to the entrance way from the living room. Ann Trent used them as a seat, still holding the small pistol in her hand. Launcelot stood a half-dozen paces before her in the room, keeping his commanded vigil.
Ann felt an electric-like quiver race through her as she watched Jamey Halo fucking Nadine. Nadine was so beautiful, but then, so was her mother. She smiled to herself. Right at the moment, both Adam Kallen and the other nice-looking young fellow had their hands between the thighs of Susan Sheldon and the tawny-haired girl. Of course, they were fingering those lucky girls' cunts ... all excited at watching Nadine and Jamey as he held her legs high and was running his beautiful prick into the depths of her belly.
From where she sat, she could see perfectly Jamey's glistening shaft of hardened flesh driving furiously into Nadine's moist pink slit. She could see the tiny flanges of coral cunt flesh being extracted each time he withdrew from her hole as they clung to his rigid length of rock-hard flesh, milking and pulling at the plunging shaft, then disappearing when he drove into her, his already bloated balls slapping resoundingly against the open cleft of her ass, taunting her anus, she felt sure, remembering the beauty of the experience.
The fury in which Jamey had attacked her right from the beginning had surprised Ann, and she was certain that Nadine, herself, had been taken a bit unaware by the groans that she'd emitted from her lovely lips as he placed the purplish knob of his rigid shaft between the moist lips of her tender young pussy and brutally lunged his hips forward, sending the hot pole of solid flesh racing up into her tight, sensitive, pink channel.
"Oooohhhhh!" Nadine had choked, her drugged eyes glazing momentarily from the obvious pain-pleasure of the thrust, and Halo had chuckled aloud, his handsome face twisting into an immediate expression of sadistic lust, as if they alone occupied the room.
"So ... you want to fuck, is that it, Baby?" Ann heard him hiss down into her girl friend's exotic face that was still caught in the throes of initial pain. "All right, I'm more than happy to accommodate you," he went on ... and there was more that he spat at her, but Ann had seen no reason to intervene. Instead, she had smiled enviously at her friend, knowing the masochistic delight that she was already beginning to enjoy as incessant moans of subservience tumbled from her lips, her expression slowly changing to one of lewd desire, and her mouth began to work, her neck strain and her nostrils flare.
"Y-Yes ... yes...." Nadine groaned. "Fuck it, you bastard! Fuck it hard! Is-Is that the best you ... you can do? Hard! Hard, damn you!"
Susan gaped and whimpered aloud at the salacious spectacle of her own beloved daughter forcing Jamey Halo to ravage her. Mother of God, the poor child had gone completely mad ... sexually insane!
She stared incredulously as Jamey's hands slipped under the white rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and at the same time, straining his member forward into her with all the strength of his young hips and thighs, until her baby was moaning incoherently, while she wound her smooth legs up and around his hips licentiously and he thrust deeper into her.
Subconsciously, Susan found that she was clinging to Adam's massively swollen prick inside his pants while he held her protectively within one arm, his other big hand working smoothly in under her dress and between her hot, white thighs, slowly slipping inside the legband of her bikini panties, his fingers moving tauntingly in the silken, dark-hair of her mound ... and then into the moist unresisting slit of her crotch, gently tracing through its dampness to the tiny bud of her clitoris, grazing it into sudden quivering erectness.
Dear God! What was happening to all of them, anyway? Her own sweet Nadine forcing a man to fuck her right there before everyone ... and obviously going right out of her mind with the ecstasy of it ... while she herself sat by helplessly watching the lewd performance in ... in perverted delight ... for in God's name, she was enjoying undeniable erotic stimulation from the obscene spectacle, just as she was certain that Adam and the others were ... and she couldn't help herself! Wild little sensations of prurient lust were racing through her belly and loins, and now she moaned and whimpered as Adam's finger moved expertly through the moist split of her crotch, little jolts of exciting pleasure surging along her spine while his fingers parted the soft hair-lined lips and she felt one slip gently up into her vagina, generating even wilder tremors to spiral through her....
Robert felt Beth squirm her excited and moist crotch to the touch of his probing fingers as both of them watched in lust-filled fascination the unbelievable, lewd coupling taking place in the center of the floor. He had inserted his long index finger between the moist lips of her pussy and Beth had swiveled her crotch around until her tiny vaginal mouth had found its tip, and to Robert it was as if the clasping orifice had sucked his finger right up into its warm velvety depths. She, too, like Susan, was clutching and massaging his throbbing prick where it strained against the front of his trousers, her breathing coming in short gasps, while she watched Jamey Halo's punishing shaft hammer with wet slapping sounds into the teen-age girl's widespread and receptive pink slit.
"M-My God, Robert ... what is she trying to prove?" Beth whispered hoarsely, aware now that her fiance was stroking his long finger in and out of her excited pussy in rhythm to Jamey's thrusting prick and Nadine's responding hip movements.
"C-Christ only knows," he managed, his own breathing coming in short gasps. "That fucking is beautiful, maybe ... and I'm damn sure I agree with her...."
"I-I don't understand what's happened to me, Darling ... God ... I'm so hot ... I'd like to get right down there and join them...." Beth hissed, unashamedly.
"You too?" Robert said, pulling her tight to him and kissing her passionately. After, he said: "Christ, I thought maybe it was just me ... but look there!"
Beth did and saw that Susan had taken her father's thick, long prick from inside his pants and was working the heavy foreskin up and down caressingly, while she continued to stare at Nadine's wild gyrations beneath Jamey Halo who was fucking into her with impassioned fury. My God, they were all losing what self-control they ever possessed, suddenly resorting to carnal acts of debauchery they would never dream of except in the strictest privacy ... but why? What was causing it? W-Were they under some sort of evil spell ...? Dear God! She couldn't stand much more of this without some release! Her belly and loins were aflame with desire....
CHAPTER 11
The triggering of Jamey's orgasm struck him as might a wet-towel across the small of the back. His breath burst from his lungs and his throbbing balls felt as if they were about to explode with the savage needling sensations that had begun to saturate his loins and belly. Brutally, he clawed at Nadine's smooth white legs, forcing them up and back against her lush breasts as he rammed insanely between the flushed, swollen lips of her moist pink cunt ... and then, he saw that she was leering up into his face from where she lay beneath him, her teeth clenched and lips pulled back tightly.
"D-Don't tell me my little man's g-going to blow his nuts already?" she hissed, belittlingly. "I-Is that the best you ... you can do for a girl, Mr. Halo?" she taunted, while simultaneously she forced her hungry loins up at him with rhythmic fury, contracting her inner-vaginal muscles at will in her effort to drag the hot white sperm from his straining loins.
Jamey heard her words and even though they cut him like a knife, he could pay neither them nor her any heed at the moment, for the overwhelming tide of release was shattering his whole frame and he felt the boiling jets of semen squirting from the tip of his prick far up into her soft white belly.
Nadine began to laugh as she lay beneath him, her contracting cuntal muscles milking at his wilting shaft like a wildly sucking mouth. She heard and felt him grunt out the final dregs of his climax as he helplessly collapsed on top of her. Angrily, she rolled him off her and sat up with a start.
"Bring me the gun, Ann," she ordered and the blonde quickly stood, crossing the room. "Take off your things, Baby ... we're going to have some fun," Nadine said to her, taking the small weapon and pointing it directly at Jamey's now flaccid cock.
"Wh-What the hell do you think you're doing?" he gasped, still breathless, his eyes wide and round when he saw where she had levelled the gun.
"I'm thinking seriously about blowing that worthless thing right out of your lousy crotch, Mr. Halo ... and that's just what I'll do if you don't get it back up right off quick," Nadine spat at him, nudging the limp member with the barrel of the pistol. "Up, baby, up!" she added, as if she were speaking directly to his lifeless prick. "Nadine isn't finished with you yet ... not by a damned sight!"
"Christ ... I can't!" Halo blurted, gaping at the exotic beauty with mounting fear growing in his eyes. "I-I just cum ... I'm empty, Nadine...."
"You're empty, all right, Jamey! You're a fucking fraud bastard ... and a lot more things that you're going to tell us all about before I'm finished with you!" Nadine snarled, jabbing at his prick again and again with the little weapon. "The jury's waiting, Jamey! You feel like talking yet ... or do we fuck some more, first?' '
"J-Jesus Christ! Y-You're out of your mind, all right," he half choked as he stared wide-eyed at her. "I-I don't know what you're trying to get at ... I've never done anything to you, Baby...."
"Damn you!" Nadine screamed suddenly at him. "Damn your lousy, fucking, no-good soul, Halo!" She arose to her knees, her magnificent young breasts jostling and swaying with the effort, little rivulets of white liquid dribbling down her inner thighs from the hair-fringed lips of her overflowing cunt. And then, she spread her knees apart so that her pussy was completely exposed to Halo and her 'jury'. She raised the pistol, pointing it directly at his face, and said: "Lick it! Lick it clean or I'll blow your head off! Now, Jamey! This minute! Lick my cunt!"
* * *
Silk Weaver had unleashed his own jerking prick as he stared through the small peek-hole and witnessed the licentious performance taking place in the plush living room before him. Shit, he'd seen a lot of obscene shows in his time, but he couldn't remember any of them ever peaking his lust anymore than this one. The fucking Sheldon kid was dynamite, and now the little blonde bitch had stripped and was kneeling beside her. Damn, she was a regular Venus herself with those thrusting, melon-like tits ... but what were they doing with Halo ...?
Wait a minute ... The China-Doll's kid had ordered the dog over to guard the four on the davenport; then, she was making Halo lay on his back! Goddamn! She was squatting that wet pussy of hers right over Halo's mouth while the blonde was going to work on his prick ... haunched onto all fours between his legs and sucking him!
It was too fucking much! Damn, he'd have to find someplace to bury this cock of his soon, or blow his own mind!
"Jeez, you ever see anything like that, Boss?" Lou Freed hissed at him, carefully adjusting the filming camera and watching the meter on the tape-recorder, his own vile, lengthy rod jutting freely through the open fly of his trousers. "All hell's going to break loose out there in a minute! Look at the two broads milking cocks on the davenport...."
"Shut up and watch that equipment!" Weaver snapped at him, training his eyes on the spread open, soft white thighs of Susan Sheldon. He had the perfect head-on view to watch her crotch undulate beneath Kallen's fingering of her cunt. Shit, he had enough right now to put that shyster out of business, but before he was finished he knew he was going to have a hell of a lot more.
* * *
Jamey didn't believe he could do it ... not lick a cunt he'd just shot his load into, but Christ almighty, what else could he do? The crazy little bitch would sure as hell blast him ... and right at the moment she was grinning down at him between her proud, full breasts, the goddamn pistol pointed right above the bridge of his nose.
With her free hand, she suddenly reached down and spread the still flushed, hair sprinkled lips of her pussy open, exposing the moist coral slit with its little drops of white to him.
"Now! Lick it, you bastard! Hurry!" she hissed down at him.
Desperately, Jamey closed his eyes tightly and slithered his tongue up into the pink, soft flesh, trying not to taste, but flicking it wildly inside her before withdrawing it to trace the ragged edges, then thrusting into her once more as she shifted her crotch and with ovaled lips, he glued his mouth to the clasping, viscous opening and shot his tongue deep up into it, causing her soft warm thighs to suddenly tighten against him and a little catlike purl to raise in her throat.
Almost at the same time, he felt Ann Trent's fingernails scratch lightly over his limp prick, then she began to stroke and massage it, rubbing the foreskin back and forth, and slipping her hands down to cup his balls, cradling them in her warm palms, and he grunted, thrusting his loins upward as her hands came back to stroke his now stirring shaft between them, until finally the warm moistness of her open lips slid down lasciviously over the rapidly swelling head.
Hot sensations of excitement began to ripple through his belly once more and again he clamped his mouth to Nadine's pink vaginal hole, ramming his tongue up into her and rotating it wildly. Damn her fucking little ass! He'd show her what kind of a man he was! He'd lick the goddamned life out of her!
* * *
On the davenport, both couples, hardly aware of Sir Launcelot's guarding presence, watched in overwhelming sheer lust the Roman-Circus type orgy unfolding on the floor before them. The girls, both Susan and Beth, sat with their lush white thighs wide-spread, their dresses drawn up and bunched around their hips, their panties gone to give their respective mates complete access to their moist, passion-inflamed crotches, while both grasped, stroked and caressed the individual cocks in their hands, their minds a seeming blank to all else but the carnal and salacious desire permeating them mentally and physically. Whatever was responsible for their licentious state of being was no longer important, anymore than was their relationship to one another ... for it was characteristic of Silk Weaver's powerful aphrodisiac to obliterate all moral ties once its immeasurable peak action had been reached. One became little more than an animal, subject to his own vilest instincts.
Presently, they were staring with lewd delight at Jamey Halo's slow undulation of his hips, sliding his revived and thick, carnally swollen cock in and out of Ann Trent's beautiful ovaled mouth with a wet sucking sound. They watched in lascivious fascination the puffing of her cheeks as her head bobbed on the end of his prick, while he licked and sucked voraciously at Nadine's widespread crotch and opened cunt ... and then, it very suddenly came to an end!
"That's enough!" Nadine ordered, working herself backwards down over his prostrate body. She still held the gun in her hand, levelled on his face, and Ann Trent straightened to make way for her friend as she worked her crotch back to poise just above Jamey's newly inspired staff. "Now, we'll try again, Jamey boy ... and again and again and again if your tongue hasn't loosened any after this one!" Then to her mother and the others: "If any of you would like to join the party, come right ahead. Just one thing, when this bastard gets ready to talk, I want you all to stop and listen to what he has to say ... because you're still the jury ... understand?"
Nadine looked from one to the other of the so-called adults lining the davenport and saw that their faces were a series of blanks ... lust-filled blanks. The sight angered her and she spat the word. "Adults! Parents! Fuck!"
"L-Listen to me, Nade," Jamey tried. "I-I don't know what you're trying to prove ... but Christ, I never did anything to you, Baby...."
"You lie! You bastard, you lie!" she spat. "I'll bet you can't sleep nights with the ghosts that haunt you! Right? You want to talk about it ... tell us?"
"I-I don't know what you're getting at!" Jamey shot back at her. "You're crazy!"
"Am I?" Nadine said, breaking into a slow, cold smile. "We'll see, Baby. We'll see. Ann ... put his prick in my pussy, then call off Lonny before they go out of their warped minds."
"Sure, Nade," Ann Trent said, reaching between Nadine's spread white thighs from behind and grasping Jamey's hard member, running its purple knob gently through her friend's pink cuntal slit before finally seating it with its tip directly below her vagina.
Nadine squirmed her hips until she was satisfied, still keeping the pistol directly at Jamey. "Are you ready, Mr. Halo ... ready to have your balls drawn inside out? because that's what I'm going to do time after time, if it takes all night, until you decide to talk."
Jamey swallowed tightly. "Go ahead!" he said. "I can take it as long as you can, damn you!"
Nadine laughed prettily. "Can you, now ...? well, we'll see, Lover ... we'll see!" she said, crushing her hips and buttocks down onto the impaling rod....
* * *
Robert Pegler couldn't take anymore. When Nadine had plunged her luscious crotch down onto Halo's erect prick, it was as if she had swallowed up his own, and he groaned loudly, shaking his head. His aching cock felt as if a blacksmith had been working on it with anvil and hammer! His loins throbbed with unmerciful spasms of sensual fermentations ... he had to have relief!
Suddenly, he leaped to his feet and began stripping away his clothing. Lonny let off a vicious growl but Ann quickly called him off. She knelt on the floor watching in anticipation as the young handsome man shed his things, her eyes locking on the long thick length of his husky cock thrusting out from his hairy loins. And then, Beth cried out a little whimper, arose and began pulling her own clothing away. Adam Kallen followed suit, as though his brain had been triggered by Beth and Robert's actions, but Susan sat there staring off at nothing, almost as if she were hardly conscious of anything taking place.
Ann Trent quivered in delight when Robert Pegler dropped onto his knees before her, took her into his arms and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She clung to him, pressing her full firm breasts hard into his chest and he grunted with the delight of them, his hands smoothing down the satiny flesh of her youthful back to the rounded and protruding orbs of her magnificent buttocks as she knelt before him, his rock-hard cock smashed tight against the soft warm flesh of her belly.
"Robert ... Robert!" Beth pleaded, lowering herself to her own knees and clutching at the muscle of his arm, tensed in his hugging of the beautiful blonde teen-ager.
Ann heard her and broke their embrace. She smiled at Beth and said: "There's enough for everyone, Darling. Look at that wonderful cock."
All three of them did, dropping their eyes while Ann held it in her small hand and it jerked spasmodically to her touch. Robert groaned, gaping at the massive organ as if he were not certain to whom it belonged. "Lie down," Ann said to him. "Lie down on your back."
He did, as a small child might obey an order, his thrusting prick towering in the air, its glans pulsating like a beacon light.
"Now, you get on top of him, just like Nade is," Ann said to Beth excitedly, her own loins alive with prurient sensations as she began to envision the delectable combination forming in her lust-incited brain. The stunning girl inspired her more than usual with her small, taut breasts and provocative hips. "Hurry, Darling," she said. "Get right up over his cock and slide your pussy down over it."
'Oh God!" Beth gasped, the meaning of her words dawning suddenly, and she scrambled about wildly until she was squatting over her fiance, his throbbing prick in her hand, and she drew it back and forth between the moist lips of her hungering cunt until its tip rested at the mouth of her vagina ... and then, she lowered her ass.
Robert swore aloud while Beth exhaled a loud sigh of pleasurable bliss. Ann was simply delighted at the first stage of her imagined orgy ... and then, Adam dropped to the floor, his great hungry cock waggling in the air like some medieval lance and she caught hold of it, immediately working the heavy foreskin back and forth, exposing its shining, regal glans, the strain of its pulled back prepuce causing it to pulse and force several drops of its seminal fluid from the split at its tip.
"It's ... it's beautiful!" Ann said, bending down and flicking her tiny tongue out to whip away those delectable drops of moisture.
"Oh fuck!" Adam grunted. "Come here and let me...."
"Np. Darling. This is an orgy ... and everything's got to be done just right ... the way we do it at home with Mommy and Daddy and Donnie. Now, you get right behind her ... straddle his legs ... that's right, like that," Ann said enthusiastically, moving in close. "There ... now just spread open her beautiful ass-cheeks and tell me what you see...."
Adam hardly knew what he was doing, let alone who those breathtaking buttocks belonged to, but he did as the blonde girl said, taking one satiny sphere in each hand and spreading them apart until he could see the thick rod of flesh that was splitting her crotch when it thrust up into the clasping, hair-lined flanges of her pink cunt ... and above, the tiny little puckered hole of her ass, almost brownish and twitching as she plunged her hips up and down onto the wildly upthrusting cock.
"What do you see, Darling?" Ann taunted.
"H-Her asshole! Yes, her asshole!"
"Then, put your itching prick right in there! She'll love it!" said Ann, almost breathlessly. "She'll love it ... but be gentle. Moisten it first, then slip it in very, very easily!"
"Y-Yeah ... yeah!" Adam stammered, taking his finger to wet it against the lips of her pussy where the cock kept raging in and out ... in and out.
Then, Ann bent down to Beth's ear. "Wait!" she ordered. "Hold perfectly still for a moment ... yes, that's it, Darling, perfectly still ... you're in for a delicious surprise from your own Daddy!"
Robert continued to ram up into Beth's cunt as she seemed to freeze above him and he tried to focus his eyes on her face with her long, tawny hair half covering it ... and then she cried out.
"Aaaauuughhhhh! Oh ... my God!" she wailed, unable to comprehend whatever was being forced into her back there at her nether hole, but even in her drugged state she was well aware that some unnatural invasion was taking place and screamed out again.
"Easy, Darling," Ann said, her beautiful face not inches away from Beth's obscenely stretched asshole as she held Adam's prick in her small hand, guiding it into the warm rubbery depths beyond the virginal opening.
The clutching tightness of the snug passage around his aching prick sent insane fermentations of lust charging through Adam, and looking down at the enticing, widespread buttocks of his daughter and the head of his cock securely buried between them, he lost all sense of gentleness ... He rammed!
Beth screamed as though she had been impaled with a railroad tie. Again and again she cried out, squirming and writhing madly to make out the bludgeoning invader in her tiny rectum, but Adam wasn't to be denied. Savagely, he clung to her hips and began to saw into her, withdrawing and thrusting, again and again, little reddish, velvety flesh clinging to his iron-hard shaft with every outstroke, and disappearing each time he rodded up her ass ... until, at last, the entire length of his huge prick was entombed in the spongy depths of her rectal passage and she began to whimper masochistically, thrusting her ass back and down onto the two solid cocks fucking into her.
* * *
Silk Weaver couldn't stand any more without grabbing a portion for himself. He was near ready to flip his goddamned wig ... and now, Susan Sheldon was ripping the clothes off herself! Shit this was the wildest goddamned ritual he'd ever seen! Halo was whining like a simpering calf beneath that luscious cunt ... not two steps away from selling his soul to Satan. She'd brought him off three times so far, got him hard again and was working on the fourth. The lousy fink was begging for mercy while she laughed down into his face. That alone was enough to knock a sane man off his track, but the other entanglement of humanity would sure as hell wipe him out.
One thing was certain, a taste of that PCPA was all anybody ever needed! Christ, they were like animals! They were fucking each other with unbelievable fury, and had been for fifteen-minutes, yet he couldn't see that a one of them had cum! They must be damned near out of their minds! Kallen looked like a maniac, ramming into his own daughter's asshole ... and he had the whole friggin' scene on film. Beautiful ... beautiful! Now, he could afford to gamble a bit....
What the hell, the China-Doll was looking for someplace where she could get at someone!
"Keep that goddamned camera going Fred ... but make sure I'm not in it, got that?"
"Sure, Boss ... sure," Lou Freed replied, his one big hand wrapped around his ugly prick.
Weaver laughed to himself as he moved out into the room, his bony fingers working at his own clothes. No one paid the slightest attention to his appearance; they were too shaken up with their own individual lust. He crossed the floor to where Susan Sheldon had spread her legs above Robert's prostrate body, her buttocks in Beth's face, her crotch available to Ann Trent who had squatted astride Robert's licking and sucking mouth. She was trying to work herself into the orgy, but abruptly, Silk grabbed her hand and jerked her away.
Susan didn't resist. She was too far gone to do that, and the moment she disappeared from between them, Ann and Beth began to kiss and fondle each other's breasts as they straddled Robert and Adam fucked into his daughter's asshole.
Silk Weaver didn't waste time. He flopped down onto his back, his rigid tool in his hand, pulling Susan down on top of him.
"Suck it, you luscious cunt!" he snarled at her. "Suck it! Suck it!"
Susan made no effort toward resistance, in fact, greedily she planted herself between his wide open thighs her ass in the air, and plunged her mouth greedily down over his throbbing cock. Dear God! She'd wanted to do this all evening! Suck her Adam's beautiful prick ... draw the delectable nectar from his loins and feel it shooting hotly into her mouth and throat. Oh Lord, how she loved him! They were going to be so happy ...!
And then, a wild spasmodic sensation shot through Susan as she at first felt something cold and wet at her crotch from behind ... then at her rectum. She squirmed automatically, feeling something hot and wet lick upwards through the length of her entire crotch.
Silk Weaver saw what was happening and laughed outright. "Don't get shook, Baby," he said, winding his fingers in her hair and holding her head securely while he rammed his prick up into her mouth. "It's only that goddamned mutt ... and unless I miss my guess, you're in for a good fucking!"
His words hardly registered in Susan's drugged mind, but the obvious tongue that was licking wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug tight rectum, did ... and she quickly decided that she wanted it there!
Suddenly, his thick tongue spread through her needing cunt bringing a zillion shocks of delightful pleasure, and she spread her knees wider apart to assure him more accessible command. Again, his long hot tongue laved through her tingling split, dragging over her clitoris and down through the velvety hot flesh to the pink, raw opening of her dilated vagina, then curling up into the moist channel.
She began to moan and hum in the rapture of her new-found ecstasy, the vibrations charging through Weaver's pulsating cock as she sucked and wrapped her tongue around it in a way he'd never imagined possible, the rough, yet, smooth lingual member grazing the underside of his prick-head and sending him into the first stages of pre-orgasm. He fought it, squirming, writhing, and mentally setting his mind, while his balls began to churn and he could feel his asshole gaping between his buttocks.
Susan couldn't measure time; she had no idea how long the tongue licked pleasurably at her genitals, but suddenly, through the haze of her drugged passion, she felt something foreign mounting her from behind, a soft, furry body crowding in toward her, forelegs clutching at her hips powerfully.
With the beautiful cock that was fucking into her mouth there was no way for her to know exactly what the hard, damp instrument was that danced and slipped between the lips of her voracious cunt ... but whatever it was, she knew that she wanted it! And with an unrestrained moan, she shifted her completely available round buttocks in a searching effort to capture it, finally reaching back with one hand to grasp the glistening shaft and guide it into her passion-filled moist vagina.
Immediately, it soared up into her ... longer, wider and thicker than she had ever imagined ... withdrew and thrust again, and again, and again, driving the breath from her lungs around the cock in her mouth as the mighty shaft spread her open and sunk itself into her inflamed, pulsating channel.
Susan's brain reeled ecstatically, her body alive with sheer carnal bliss, although she hardly felt human ... more of a mass of wild, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be weirdly subjugated. Immediately, she was reveling in the debasement of being fucked from behind by some phantom, monstrous prick while she sucked her Adam's cock! She began to grind her buttocks back against the hairy, battering body and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the backs of her smooth thighs, while almost spontaneously the pressure began to mount in her belly, signaling that something splendid and dynamic was going to happen to her soon.
She tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever expanding, wonderful cock in her mouth, the constant thought of it ejaculating, spurting its white, hot, thick sperm into her throat setting her wild with anticipation. Dear God! She had never known such lust in her entire life ...!
As Robert Pegler licked and sucked at Ann Trent's tender pink cunt that she had squatted down over his mouth, while she faced Beth who was riding up and down his rock-hard prick furiously, and simultaneously Beth's father fucked into her asshole from behind, Ann Trent fondled Beth's throbbing breasts, occasionally bending close to take a nipple into her mouth and taunt it.
"Oooohhh ... Ooooohhh ... Yes ... Yes!" Beth chanted hoarsely, enraptured by the two beautiful cocks that were fucking into her cunt and rectal passage at the same time ... the abrupt raising of a maze of guttural groans driving her on in her ruttish, sexual abandonment.
"Ahhh ... God, yes! I can feel both of your cocks beautifully inside me! Faster ... faster ... oh please! Faster and harder! Fuck harder!" she begged of them, goading them on in a whirlpool of cyclonic lust. Oh God ... don't ever let it stop ... the building erotic bliss ... the hands gripping and clutching at her as if she were a lowly slutslave ... the beautiful girl sucking at her tits! Her brain reeled ... nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of subliminal ecstasy about to explode inside her!
"Now!" she screamed. "Please ... together ... cum in me! Fill me! Now! Now! Hurrryyy! Ooohh Goddd!"
Her cries of enchantment triggered Adam who began to curse foully, and all of a sudden, Beth felt the hot boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back channel as her own orgasm seized her, sending delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through her, and she could feel every contraction of his massive cock jerking out its load of seething white cream, deep up into the confines of her bowels; then Robert grunted and cursed into the splendor of Ann Trent's suddenly convulsing crotch, as his long thick shaft began to jerk inside the clasping, velvety hole of Beth's cunt, spewing its thick streams of hot semen far up into the sanctuary of her quivering belly, her own secretions blending and pooling hotly with his, an almost frenzied fit of bliss momentarily overwhelming all of them....
Susan was lost to all that was taking place around her ... lost in the heat of her own mounting, ungovernable passion ... aware only of the increased vigor in the breathtaking phantom thrusts pounding her from behind into the remotest parts of her seething cunt, and the naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her beautiful Eurasian face. She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in forceful, quaking movements and the hand behind her head grip harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his shaft down her throat in an effort to meet the other plundering far up into her belly, and that exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly.
God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat ... she loved him so ... then, she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked it madly ... It burst! He swore vilely and his prick gushed forth thick hot issues of the white, pungent liquid into her throat, her lovely cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious fluid ... yet, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth as he seemed to collapse beneath her, his shrinking staff slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth....
Adam was a long way from coming to his normal senses, but as his spent and deflating cock slipped from his own daughter's asshole and the horrifying shock of the debased act he had committed upon her dawned, he fell back on his haunches and covered his face in abject disbelief. Christ in heaven! What had come over him ... over all of them to drive them to such foul depths of debauchery! He looked through glazed eyes at the three naked and obscenely sprawled bodies on the floor before him, all of them moaning in their exhausted state of post climax, the expressions on their faces still that of lingering, wanton lust....
And then, as reality slowly began to return, he saw Nadine sitting astraddle of Jamey Halo's loins, the little weapon still in her small hand as she pounded her beautiful widespread crotch up and down his prick with maddening fury. Her own face was caught in an unmistakably dement ed look of vengeance, while his was twisted in eye-rolling torment! God almighty! He was damned near on the verge of going stark raving mad ...!
Suddenly, from behind him, Adam heard a guttural male organ, followed by vile curses and he swung about to see his beloved Susan on all-fours between a man's spread legs, sucking on his prick like a wanton whore, while that brute of a dog mounted her from behind, his huge animal-cock fucking into her with all the ramming force of a pile driver! Good God! The man was Silk Weaver!
"Oh Christ!" Adam blurted, stunned by the unbelievable sight as he saw the depraved expression of Susan's face when she raised it from Weaver's loins, thin and sticky strings of his obscene viscid cum stretching from her lovely lips to the vice lord's now limp cock.
Abruptly, then, Susan's mouth gasped open in a choking scream as she began to toss her head from side to side wildly, her long, raven-black hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders. He might have stopped it then, but she was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm and he couldn't bring himself to deny her that release; instead, he gaped in awe at the sight of her screwing her beautiful buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The huge animal's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into her licentiously waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from it onto the coated film of sweat covering her smooth white back. Again, she screamed and rammed back against the animal deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his huge cock began the obvious spitting of its sperm with hard, bullet-like spurts deep into her receptive, grasping cunt.
Suddenly, Susan's white rounded buttocks began contracting, hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating the climatic upheaval within her quaking belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped out around the flushed, swollen lips of her throbbing cunt that squeezed and milked the dog-prick ravenously, forming thin trickles of the mucid fluid to run in obscene little streams down the white columns of her soft, inner-thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and spread-open pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face. She was exhausted and the immediately deflated cock of the powerful animal slipped from her ravaged passage, as he swung away, trotting across the room to where Nadine continued her sexual draining of Jamey Halo.
CHAPTER 12
"You bitch!' Jamey screamed. "Damn you! You crazy little bitch! You're killing me! Jesus Christ, somebody help me, please ...! This goddamned sex fiend is going to drive me mad, I swear it...!" he wailed on, his voice dying in a choked gasp as he rolled his head from side to side beneath her, his now bugging eyes darting back and forth wildly in their sockets.
Nadine, with the small pistol trained unwaveringly on his face, made no effort toward lessening her crashing onslaught, but instead, picked up the rhythmic pace of raising and lowering her curvaceous young hips, plunging her unsatiable moist cunt up and down his bruised and swollen prick with sadistic fury.
"You murdering bastard!" she hissed down at him. "Tell the jury what I already know, damn you ... what Rickie Thompson saw you do that day at the quarrypond! Tell them, damn you or I'll fuck you to death! I'll pump the lining right out of your balls ... and if that doesn't kill you, then I'll blow a hole right in your evil, handsome face! Tell them! Tell them!" she spat through clenched teeth while she continued to drive her punishing cunt savagely down onto his pain-filled cock.
"Y-You're insane!" Jamey stammered wildly, his voice quaking with the obvious agony she was subjecting him to, and the group of naked spectators in the aftermath of their own exhausting climaxes, crept closer to watch and listen. "She's out of her fucking mind!" he blurted, looking pathetically from one face to the other as they drew closer to him. "Help me! For God's sake help me, please?"
"Tell them, damn you, tell them...!" Silk Weaver heard the kid scream down at Halo as he quickly got to his feet, picked up his things and crossed the room to the closet.
Inside, he ordered Freed to gather up the equipment while he quickly dressed. "Let's get to hell out of here and fast. We've got what we came here for ... and then some."
Desperately, Jamey tried to resist the sadistic torment she was inflicting on him. His face and forehead were bathed in a hot sweat, while his loins felt as if she had already mangled them internally. His prick had reached a point of unreasonable and agonizing perpetual hardness, as if it were no longer able to deflate, but had been strained into a state of glandular lockjaw, and its outer layer of skin was chafed and raw from the continuous, never-ceasing nibbling and sucking of her inquisitorial, cannibalistic cunt. Dear Christ ... he couldn't take anymore! He'd go mad if he had to cum again! It was no use ... no fucking use ...!
"Stop! Stop, you bitch ... stop!" he screamed up at her, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.
"Tell them and I'll stop! Who killed Shelly Granger?" Nadine spat at him, ramming her crotch down brutally onto his bloodied cock. "Talk, damn you! Who killed her...?"
"Oh Christ ... I can't stand it!" Jamey wailed pitifully. "Yes ... I did it! I killed her and threw ... threw her into the pond ... but she was never supposed to come up, damn her! Never...!"
"And my father, Cal Sheldon, saw you throw her in, and when you realized that, you shot him and made it look like suicide! Isn't that right?" Nadine questioned bitterly, not yet having slowed down her frenzied fucking of his severely mauled cock.
"Yes, yes, yes! Christ in heaven, yes!" he cried. "Now stop ... my God, please stop...!"
And she did ... just as Mike Sayer burst through the front door with Chief of Police Archer and several blue-coated policemen ... and Susan Sheldon ran to her side to take her into her arms....
PART FOUR
CHAPTER 13
The morning Adam Kallen received the small packet of snapshots from Silk Weaver via the mails, his decision to run for District Attorney was suddenly altered, and Susan was more than pleased.
"I never wanted a politician for a husband, anyway," she said, smiling across his desk at him. "They're always too busy searching out methods to fatten their bank accounts ... instead of taking care of their neglected wives."
Adam returned her smile with a slightly disappointed one of his own. He had truly wanted the chance to clean up Parksburg, and for no other reason but to eliminate all the present, and possibly the future Silk Weavers ... the evil parasites who drained the life's blood from prosperous little cities such as theirs. He shook his head, finally, broadened his smile as he looked from Susan to Beth and his future son-in-law sitting beside one another on the leather couch, holding hands fondly.
"Well, Robert," he said, measuring the handsome young man thoughtfully. "I think it would be wise for all of us to migrate, perhaps to California and set our practice up there in some fine little sunny town. You can go on and finish your education, get your degree, take your bar exams ... and we'll form a partnership. How does that sound to you?"
Robert could hardly believe his ears; he was overwhelmed with the idea, as was Beth who jumped up and ran around the desk, grabbing her father and kissing him warmly on the lips.
"Oh, Daddy, you're beautiful!" she said excitedly.
Adam, still in his chair, patted her bottom affectionately and looked up at Susan. "I've been giving it all great consideration, Darling," he said, "and I see no reason why we can't arrange to take Nadine with us. Doctor Grady told me yesterday that she's making fine progress and thought a change of climate and scenery would do her a world of good."
"Adam, that would be wonderful!" Susan said, moving behind the desk to join them, and he slipped his other arm around her rounded, shapely hips. "Did ... did he say anything about Ann Trent ... poor girl?"
Adam nodded. "Yes ... but it'll take time, according to Grady. It seems that her persistent use of LSD might have caused some brain damage, and it'll be awhile before they know to what extent."
"Oh, the poor sweet child," Susan said.
"Child?" Adam repeated, grinning. "Cripes, I'd call her anything but a child with that body ... what do you say, Robert?"
The young man couldn't help his lewd little smile. "Well ... from the position I had, I'd say she was anything but that ... sweet, maybe, but...."
"All right, that'll be enough out of you, Lover," Beth put in, pretending at anger.
"I was just commenting, Baby...."
"Never mind your lecherous comments, Mr. Pegler," Beth said, continuing to play the part. "I'll provide you with all the 'sweet' reasons for commentary from now on. At least, we'll keep the love making in the immediate family, right, Susan?"
"Right," the raven-haired lovely agreed with a sensuous smile.
"Which brings up my second idea," Adam said, interrupting. "What would everyone say to a double wedding and honeymoon ... say in Las Vegas ... come Saturday ...? All in favor, say aye...."
And the 'ayes' carried it unanimously, while warm kisses were affectionately exchanged amongst the foursome.
Later that afternoon, as Adam drove toward home and he reviewed all of the major decisions he had made that day, only the one that Silk Weaver had forced him to accept saddened him. He truly loved the little city ... had wanted to help it ... make some long needed changes ... but then it occurred to him that probably in the end it would have been he, himself, that would have undergone the evil metamorphosis ... for he knew now that Parksburg itself would never change.
