Anybody who has spent time living in a big city realizes the importance of a good, dependable police force. Their work is indispensible and as noted scholars have remarked, the greatness of a city can be measured by the quality of its peace officers!
But like any segment of society, the police have a few bad men which bring shame to their profession. An officer on the take, a few sadistic patrolmen, can literally ruin the reputation of the entire force. They can bring dishonor to the hundreds of men whose job it is to uphold the laws that society dictates.
This book is a work of fiction and does not pretend to be a factual portrayal of any police force working the streets of one of our nation's cities.
Actually, this book is more concerned with a problem much older, and in the eyes of society much more heinous, than police corruption. This book deals with incest, the terrible, even shocking confrontation between a father and his daughter.
Psychologists have exhausted this field of study and the results of their testing is truly amazing. At one time or another one third of the fathers in this country have considered having sexual relations with their daughters. This statistic is truly amazing. Yet it should be kept in mind when reading this book. For it is the author's attempt by presenting shocking, graphic portraits of this sexual phenomenon in order to jar the reader to his senses. Incest happens every day of the year. It is one of the most common sexual crimes committed in the United States.
We invite you to read this book keeping in mind the pervasiveness of this sexual crime. Some would call it a crime of passion while others would call it a natural sexual instinct, a genetic trait handed down from bestial, less civilized times.
That the police force forms an integral part of this novel is meant in no way to be a reflection on the men in uniform. On the whole, we should be thankful for the general high quality of our policemen. This novel has a few deranged policemen as characters, but this only shows how a few can spoil the reputation of the group as a whole.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
September was the worst month. The sun beat down like a hammer smashing steel on an anvil. A thick cloud of humidity wrapped the town of Pleasantville in a hellish, 24 hour sweat. The wetness hung from people's shoulders; it pushed down on them like a thick raincoat in a steam bath.
The heat and the wetness were getting to Ruth Ann. She leaned against the doorjam, sweat trickling down her chest and between the deep cleavage.
Hot, hot! So fucking hot!
She grabbed the glass of ice tea with the melting ice cubes and slumped down on the couch in the living room. She felt light headed and the room began to spin before her eyes.
She clutched the sofa arm for support and squeezed her thighs together. A trickle of salty water dripped into her mound. Her breasts heaved up and down, her sweat intensifying the long repressed desires now brought to the surface by the heat and the loneliness of that pitch dark Tuesday night.
Go ahead, she told herself. Go ahead and do it.
A tiny electric fan whirred, the tin blades stirring the thick air. Ruth Ann blinked her eyes open and gulped the tepid ice tea. She was wet all right. Wet from head to foot, her sweat forming a thin, slick covering across her breasts and thighs.
Her daddy was due home from the lodge meeting. He always tried to make it home before ten o'clock because as he said to her once, "only old farts go to those meetings and after ten I can't stand the smell anymore."
Daddy. She loved her daddy. Loved him so much that she could not begin to tell him all the awful things she did to herself. Ruth Ann was his only child. She was young and beautiful and with a natural purity and goodness about her that had stayed with her for all her seventeen years.
"Oh God why me! Why this terrible thing!"
Ruth Ann writhed in pain. Blood pounded through her arteries as her passion leaked into her system. She brought her knees up against her chest, the juice gushing out of her slit as she did so. Quickly, she knifed her pressed hands down between her legs into her throbbing genitals.
It was bad tonight. Worse than she could ever remember. Maybe the sultry heat had set her off. Or maybe it was the idea that in a few weeks she would be leaving Pleasantville, leaving her fine, old home and the loving arms of her father to go to college.
Ohhhhh! The pressure of her fingers against the soft rug of pubic hair showered her tortured brain with glowing sparks. Her thighs trembled. She thrilled with excitement. It burned like a candle in her womb; it flamed her nipples.
A wild, frantic voice inside her screamed at her to strip off her bra and panties and to use the dreadful instrument she had received through the mail that day.
"I'm so sorry, daddy," cried Ruth Ann, rising from the couch, going to do what she had to do. Was forced to do. "I'm so sorry that I'm not living up to what you and mommy wanted me to be." Tears welled in her eyes and trickled down her face as Ruth Ann rushed into her bedroom and pulled the plastic device from the brown wrappered package.
Her quim gushed with renewed urgency. Her swollen breasts pressed against her bra, the inflamed nipples throbbing with passion.
As she looked at the white plastic dildo, her life flashed before her eyes.
"You're a dream come true," her father once said. And there was considerable truth to that statement. She was tall and thin, with rounded buttocks and symmetrical breasts that even a world famous sculptor would find difficult to reproduce. She had her mother's straight blonde hair and her father's hazel green eyes and her beauty was astonishing even to those jaded souls who took a beautiful woman as a matter of course.
Yet she had paid a price. Perhaps too great a price, thought Ruth Ann as she guided the artificial cock between her thighs. She shook uncontrollably as the tip slipped against her moist cunt lips. Beauty had come late to Ruth Ann and for many years she had been tall and awkward through high school. Only in her last year did her hips spread and her breasts balloon out. She had been an ordinary girl in a city that turned up its nose at common folks. Men turned away from her, and sex .. . well, sex had been withheld. It had been denied. Denied until now, until this moment.
Push it in! Push it inside!
She felt her cunt lips part. The plastic beast was going into her pleasure hole. Oh yes, going in and spreading her out. Ruth Ann groaned with excitement. She was feeling sex. It throbbed like a wild thing between her thighs.
"All those years," she screamed. "Over. It's over." Her glans secreted around the dildo as she pushed the shaft in and out. All those years of fighting her instincts, of trying to remain pure . . . trying to keep her family's honor.
"Oh God I'm sorry for doing this," she screamed helplessly. Instinct drove her onward. The plastic cock pressed into her flesh driving up her cunt sleeve, pumping into her hole.
The awful humidity of the summer night pressed down on her ravaged mind. It squeezed her like an orange. Sweat dribbled down her goosefleshed skin like sweet juice. Her puffy breasts ached and begged to be touched. The nipples swelled out, big as thumbs, as her pulse pounded through the ends.
"Oh! Ohhh!! Ohhh!!" She spread open and felt the plastic cock being sucked into her void. She squirmed and groaned, feeling sweat dribble between her ass cheeks and throbbing desire leaped from her cunt. She pressed the shaft up into herself, feeling her muscles stretch under its penetration. Then she withdrew.
"Oh my!" she gasped. Pulling the cock out was as much fun as sticking it in. "Oh Goodness."
Ruth Ann lost track of time as she pursued her new found pleasure. In went the shaft and again it exploded inside. She had never felt anything so good before in her whole life. Her body shuddered with delight. The gooey stick came out. Then in and out again. Ruth Ann went into a dream. She was experiencing sex. She had a man's cock. Fucking a cock!
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!" She closed her eyes and force fed her hole. In and out the plastic tool went. A red hot member. She had heard stories about what she was doing. But never did she think they were really true.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she screamed. Rapture flooded her mind. Her cunt dripped liquid fire. Ruth Ann felt caught up in a wild state. She was having sex. It was tingling through her belly, gooshing through the smelly juices secreting from her hole.
"Oh, my cunt! Fuck! Fuck my cunt!!" she screamed.
She felt the terrible urge to get up and run around the house. Oh yes indeed how strong the urge was. She felt light headed and wonderfully alive. Yes, run around the house, the dildo zinging life into her vagina. Run outside! Climb the oak tree.
Her labia's squished their approval. She was slick with sweat and hot all over with sex. The mating stick was all the way inside, her cunt opened as the thick end protruded outward. She tingled from every cell. She rose up and looked down at herself surprised not to see blood streaming down her thighs. "But I'm a virgin," she said. "I'm a virgin. There's supposed to be blood."
She slumped against the wall of the bathroom. The dildo continued to excite her even though she had not yet turned on the electric charge.
Just the feel of the instrument tucked between her legs brought a rosy color to her cheeks. "So this is how a man feels up there," she groaned. She imagined the feel of a man's body covering her, the pungency of his sweating body and the violent thrusting of his hips as a real life penis pumped into her.
She reached down between her legs.
"A man, I need a man," she thought. Not some worry wart kid either. But a virile, mature man. Someone who knew his way around in the world and could make her young slit sing with excitement. Not a punk. But a real squared away, All American guy. A man's man, she thought.
Her hand snaked between her cunt lips and pressed against her trembling cunt hole until she found the "on" button.
Oh God, yes how she wanted a man. She wanted his penis in her hand. Wanted to feel his tool throb like her cunt was throbbing. She wished to have his cock pressing into her mouth, feeling his manhood asserting itself down her throat. Yes, a man. A good, wonderful man. A man like . . . daddy.
She flicked the button. Suddenly the supercharged alkaline batteries stuffed into the dildo stem erupted. DADDY!
Time suspended itself for an instant. As the plastic pecker churned her guts into a white hot froth, Ruth Ann thought of her father. She saw him nude, his gross inflamed member laying between her breasts. Shooting jizz between her tits. Shooting come in her mouth.
The dream was very real. Her father's hot body covered her quivering flesh. His pecker thrusted into her belly. It went in and out with great squishing noises. He fed his dick into her cunt. He pumped manhood through the sleeve of her womanhood and into the womb itself.
"Oh daddy!" His cheeks slammed against her flesh, his human torch igniting her belly. Ruth Ann was so excited she wanted to pee! She wiggled frantically, squirming her sex against him, humping her cunt sex mound against his loaf.
A voice talked to her. "Nice, so warm and very nice," said the voice. "I will come in your cunt and in your mouth. I will be in you . .. always."
"Daddy!" Ruth Ann grabbed the awful dildo filling her guts and punched it in and out. She humped her hole around the cock stem, pumping hard with her hips, driving home with her hips.
Wild, crazy things happened. She found herself gasping for air, lungs screaming for oxygen. Her legs slipped and she was falling, now rolling on the floor like a bitch animal in heat. "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me!!" she screamed. She drove the vile tool into her twat. The electricity jolted her sex. It tingled along the nerve and burned wild exciting pathways into her asshole and down her throat. She felt the cock growing inside her as her orgasm came to a head. It was getting bigger, growing thick and fat.
Pump! Pump!! Pump!!
She wanted love and affection. She begged to have her father caress her breasts and force his manhood on her. She wanted him to say to her, "Touch me, bitch! Touch my cock with your lips!"
She pulled on the dildo. It responded by a hideous electric charge explosion. She slammed her hips against the pecker and then her mind went spinning as suddenly she had reached her peak of excitement. Still screaming her father's name, Ruth Ann came against the dildo. Her cunny walls tightened down hard. Her slit gripped the trapped invader and writhed against its plastic hardness.
"Aaaaiiieeee!!!" Passion funneled out her hole. Tiny explosions rippled through her womanly thighs. Her ass cheeks went hard, freezing her twat against the pole. Her breath came in gulps, her lungs heaving as the tool pushed against her excited organs.
"Coming, oh coming hard! So fucking hard!" Her lithe body jackknifed off the floor. It raised up as if pulled by a magical string. Then suddenly the doors of her womb collapsed and as her mind went swirling off into space, warm, womanly liquid seeped from her stink hole.
Fucking her hole had been sensational. She gasped and wheezed, too exhausted to do anything except flick the mechanical cock off and lay back to enjoy herself.
"Daddy," she said. Her lips quivered. Suddenly she grew very nervous and her skin became cold. She shivered at the thought.
Ruth Ann sat up suddenly. Something was very wrong. She pulled the sticky cock from her hole and held it up. The smell was overpowering, but an invisible force drew her to the cock.
She heard the voice again, the voice of her father that said. "Lick me. Lick me clean with your tongue!"
Ruth Ann resisted at first like the good girl that she was. But the plastic pecker proved too much an enticement. She had plummeted to new depths. Now it was time to taste her rewards. Quickly she brought her tongue down on the thick womanly sauce and with a few quick flicks the dildo was all white and squeaky clean again.
"Daddy, this is for you," she said. The words came to her lips as if automatically, as if someone else was actually thinking them.
"I want you, daddy... I want to. . . fuck you. I want to fuck and suck you." The words sounded good. She started to shout them out unafraid in her post coital excitement. It was unreal and yet it excited her.
"Fuck you, daddy. I want your cock cream squirting in my mouth," she shouted. "I want slime dribbling from my cunt. I want you squirting in me. I want to suck your cock. Eat your sperm and suck your cock." She rose unsteadily to her feet repeating the words out loud as if in a trance.
She turned towards the door. Suddenly she came out of her trance. For standing not more than ten feet away was her father. His eyes showed the horror that Ruth Ann was just beginning to feel.
"D-d-daddy .. ." she gasped. She didn't know what to say. She stood naked, a dildo in her hand, her body showing the exhaustion of her sweaty ardor. Her head spun crazily. She felt small and helpless and that's when she began screaming hysterically. Yelling like a mad person, for she was. A crazy person confronted with her madness.
Ruth Ann collapsed on the bathroom floor.
CHAPTER TWO
Stone came through the office door twenty minutes late as usual. His shirt was unbuttoned, his tie askew and when he hit the cold wall of cold air his body exploded into sweat.
"Early again, boss," snapped Ginger, the office bookkeeper. She twirled on her swivel seat. "Been out late again, hound doging them beauties."
Stone tried passing off the remark with a weak grin. It didn't work. "No, actually Ginger, I spent a dull evening at the lodge, then . .." he gulped. The words choked in his throat. His hands danced nervously in front of him as he felt the weight of the turbulent evening's revelations press down upon him.
"Hey, you all right, darling," said Ginger. "You look as pale as the underbelly of a dead fish."
Stone was losing his grip. The sweat didn't help things either. He looked as troubled man as he felt.
"Bring me some water, Ginger," he said. "I-I am not feeling well." He stumbled off to his office.
Ginger was on her feet headed towards the water dispenser before Stone had closed his office door.
She was a stunning girl, a former Miss Pleasantville runner up and she had lost none of her beauty in the ensuing three years. She had fully rounded breasts which were too firm and too wonderful ever to conceal in a bra. Her hips had a graceful, womanly curve to them and her trim legs were the envy of every girl in Pleasantville.
Ginger loved her body. She loved the way her tits swayed and her hips moved. And she really loved the effect her natural endowments had on men when she pressed her flesh against theirs. Oh, that really turned her on.
Ginger took the water into Stone's office. Something bothered him all right. In the six months she had worked for Stone, Ginger had never seen him so distraught.
"Here boss," she said. Stone stood against the wall, his back pressed against the cold plaster for support. He gulped two pills with the water while Ginger, seeing her chance, moved in.
"I know it must be hard to forget," she whispered. Her breasts pressed against his white shirt. Her thumb sized nipple tingled with excitement. "It's been three months since she died," Ginger continued. "You must go on, boss. A man can't . . . deny himself that long."
Ginger corkscrewed her hips up against his. And received a surprise! A small tent had grown out from his trousers. As she wormed her hips, she felt it against her cunt.
Stone groaned. He tried twisting away, but she stuck to him like glue.
"Don't deny yourself," she said. Her tits and her cunt sent out messages of delights. Her womanhood trembled against his skin. Her eyes beseeched him. Her loins coaxed him. Please, let me hold it, her eyes seemed to say. Let me take it out and hold it in my hand. Between my lips. In my cunt!
"It must have been awful losing your wife," she cried with mock sorrow. Ginger pressed her arms against his stomach. "Let me help ease the pain."
For a moment he almost gave in. But he regained his self control at the last moment. His muscles stiffened against her and his cock collapsed abruptly.
"Thank you for the water, Ginger," he said coldly, returning to his desk. "I can see it's going to be a busy day."
"It could have been a lot busier," Ginger snapped.
Her sweat slick nipples poked through the sheer cotton blouse staring at him accusingly. "I think I'll go to the ladies room and cool off," she said, turning away. So close yet so distant. "Maybe find a door knob or something exciting." She slammed the office door.
The tranquilizers took hold. He twirled in his desk chair sorting out the shapeless mess he called his life. For three months he had been a widower, and he was not very good at it. He still blamed himself for her death. If they had not had the argument, she would not have boarded the airplane, and would still be alive. But she had left him. She had gotten on the plane to Los Angeles. And then it began. The hijacker, some crazy nut, commandeered the plane. Then the shooting and the mayhem that followed. A bloody mess all of it.
Now only Ruth Ann was left. With Ethel gone, it was now just Ruth Ann and himself against the world. He was her guardian and though she was a mature, intelligent girl capable of handling her own affairs, he felt responsible for her.
Responsible. The thought pounded in his skull. He gripped his desk as he readied himself for the throbbing headache. The image of his dear young daughter writhing on the bathroom floor, that awful plastic cock jammed up her cunny was enough to make him ill. He had come home early, the lodge members being exceptionally dull that night. But things weren't dull at home!
"Fuck me daddy! I want to eat your sperm! Suck your cock!" she had screamed. Her body squirming like a fish on the end of a hook. Her flanks were lathered in joy juice. Her tits stood out like huge water balloons.
Thank God she passed out, he thought. There was a chance that she wouldn't remember anything. He had mixed a strong sedative that would keep her asleep for a good 24 hours and when she awoke the whole incident might be passed off as a dream. Certainly, he would say nothing.
He would never admit to her what he had seen. Having scooped her up in his arms, her cunt still dribbling excitement he had carried her to bed. He would not deny how beautiful she looked. As beautiful as Ethel ever had. God, she was a jewel. A real piece. And he would be lying if he did not admit to feeling a jolt of electricity awakening his jangled nerves as he held her in his arms. He would be a liar, if he did not admit to the sudden urge that had come over him. The wild desire to dip his head down between her flanks. To lick her pussy mound!
The dumb secretary was right. Three months was a long time. He wondered what fucking his own daughter might be like. Would her cunt feel as hot and moist as her dearly departed mother's had felt. Was she still tight? Would she really suck him off? Would she, his very own daughter?
Suddenly, he was hard again. Very hard! The tent rose in his pants. His cock swelled to wrist bone thickness. A sense of urgency seized him. He reached for the intercom button. A flick of his finger and Ginger would be through the door, her sweet melons staring at him. Her Miss Pleasantville thighs would wrap around him as he drove his spear into the silken patch of pubic hair.
But no! Not her. Not someone he had to work with. He jumped from the desk and ran out the door.
Downstairs there was a cab stand in front of the building. A tired, leary eyed man slumped behind the wheel, a tooth pick stuck defiantly between his front teeth.
The back door opened and a sweating man jumped in. "Get me to a cathouse," he ordered.
"Jesus, at ten in the morning," argued the cabbie.
A ten dollar bill floated across the front seat. "Get moving."
"Sure thing."
The cab roared to life in the late morning traffic. The driver jockeyed the aging heap like a mad man, weaving in and out between delivery trucks and spiffy new Cads driven by startled old matrons.
Five minutes later, they were across town in front of an aging block of decrepit hotels. In its heyday, the hotel row so to speak faced out on Gilbey Park, a posh, piece of manicured turf where symphonies played while the elite ate picnic lunches of wine and petite fours. Now it was a hangout for hookers, winos and various religious soul savers.
"Take the Hotel Windsor," said the Cabbie. "It's early, but they got the nicest chicks. And don't pay no more than ten bucks."
"Thanks," said Stone, stepping from the cab. "Wait for me." He threw another ten his way and headed for the hotel.
The Hotel Windsor had seen better days. So had the day clerk. He was a rumpled man with whiskey breath and dark liver splotched skin.
"I'm in a hurry," said Stone. "Give me the best girl in the house."
The clerk eyed him suspiciously. The cops were paid off at the end of the week, but it never hurt to be sure.
"What do you think this is," he demanded.
Stone threw him a ten. "Nothing over seventeen. 'Bout this tall with nice boobs."
The clerk was incredulous. "This is a hotel, buster, not a whore house."
Stone slid a twenty on top of the ten. He never stopped talking. "Blonde hair, you get me, with nice games, a pussy that grips . . . none of that worn out Spick stuff.. ."
The clerk eyed the two bills. "I think I can help you. I've heard rumors about this gal on the fourth floor. A real respectable girl. I think she's in show business which of course is none of my business."
A ten popped on top of the twenty forming a money sandwich. "Room number." Stone snapped.
"419." The clerk picked up the green sandwich. It was nearly time for lunch after all. He turned and handed a key to Stone.
"She's asleep at this hour, isn't she?" said Stone. The clerk nodded. "Good. Let's keep it that way. This is going to be a surprise." He hurried to the elevator, jingling the key.
Room 419 was six steps from the elevator. Stone pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. Drawn shades blotted out the sunlight, but he could make out the young lissome figure curled up in the fresh linen sheets. She was a beautiful young thing. All tucked into bed, the pillow wedged innocently under her flaxen hair, the girl was a dead ringer for his daughter.
"Wake up, darling," said Stone, removing his shirt. Quickly he undressed while his still sleeping lover tossed reluctantly in her bed sheets. Off came the shoes, socks, pants and underwear. He stood above her motionlessly. His cock pointed out at her face like a cannon. Blood pounded in his balls as he looked over the sleeping beauty. She was an angel sent to him from heaven. A beautiful goddess with golden hair, and willowy thighs and firm, upturned breasts. He could see the plump nipples popping through the flimsy nightgown that barely covered her dimensions.
"Darling, I'm here," he said. "I'm ready for you."
The girl, a high school drop out and failed rock singer, turned over and opened her eyes. She saw what had to be the thickest cock her eyes had ever seen. It pointed down at her like a flesh colored cucumber.
"What the hell is going on," she said. "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" She was rattled. She had been selling her youthful body for a little over two weeks and she had not settled into a routine. The man standing over her had a glazed crazy look in his eyes. He seemed to stare right through her as if he were looking past her face, even her sex. His eyes stared right into her mind. And it scared the shit out of her.
"Go away," she cried. "Get out of my room."
Stone whipped out his wallet and started dropping ten spots down on the bed. When he finished the green bills had formed a cute little pie design with each bill representing a slice.
"I love you Ruth Ann," he said absently. "Please forgive me. Remember I love you and always will."
The tramp rock singer whose name was Trixie was nonplussed. She imagined weird things like this happened to big rock groups like the "Rolling Stones" or "Deep Purple" all the time. But she had never been in a situation before that compared to the one unfolding before her.
RIPPPP!
The nightie was pulled roughly from her body. The eyes stared down at her cunt. Trixie felt uncomfortable. The man was raping her with his stare. Her cunt began to churn and her guts rumbled. She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit down on her finger until it hurt.
Her tits frenzied with excitement. Oh God, what is happening to me. She squeezed her ass cheeks together, squirming her hips like giant, doughy loaves. She closed her eyes and began humping the bed.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. Springs squeaked underneath her. She felt lost in a dream world, a strange, hallucinogenic place where weird, wild happenings were commonplace. She did not know this man, yet her body yearned for him. Where fear had brought her nervous system from a deep relaxed sleep to a peak of tension, now it transformed itself in a primordial lustiness.
Suddenly she felt herself being lifted up from the bed and slammed rudely against the door. Her firm breasts pushed against the man's chest, the nipples burrowing into his skin like tiny, metal cones.
Her body was suspended in air. Urgently, she twisted, trying to break away. His knee came up parting her legs, spreading open the tender cunt lips.
"I love you," he said softly. He bent down and sucked on her breast. It felt warm and good in his mouth. He felt the tension ease out of her body.
"Ooooohhhhh!!!" she groaned. His lips licked and sucked her flaming nubs. She felt his heat cascade through her breasts and down to her cunt.
Juice flooded her channel. His knees split her in two. And now she was going with the flow, raising her knees upward, widening her hole, spreading her slit so his cock could enter.
"Please, do it now," she groaned, hunching bestially. Her flesh begged for his manhood. Her muscles squeezed into little knots waiting for his shaft.
"Oh come you," she groaned again. "Come inside me now." Stone was feverish with excitement. He propped the girl against the wall holding her up by her thighs, his member only inches from her womb doors. He hunched his tool slowly bringing the conical shaped pecker head to her chasm.
"Call me daddy," he whispered. The closeness of mating did strange things to him. He pressed forward, giving her cunt a taste of rock hard cock while he whispered things for her to say.
"Say 'I love you, daddy,'" he said again.
Trixie humped madly for his prick. She wanted him so badly inside her that she nearly peed! Her cunt begged for his shaft. It wiggled and wormed like a clam. The muscles were in motion. Her twat was alive!
"Stick it in me, God fucking Jesus! stick it inside!" she screamed. "Do it to me, daddy. Yes, daddy do it to me.
Her body sagged suddenly and Trixie thought she was going to fall. She started to scream then stopped as she realized what had happened.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"
"Like me there," said Stone. "Oh yes I know you love it as much as I do." He had rolled his hips in one final motion, then suddenly thrusted forward. His shaft riveted the sopping wet hole, slushing into the guts with a single, powerful stroke. Her cunt sleeve gripped him wonderfully. Pulling back, he felt her cunt suck on his cock.
"Yesssss!!!" groaned Trixie. Feeling herself spread open to accommodate a man was the most glorious sensation in the world. Only a woman, a good, supple woman, could spread herself like that.
Stone agreed. Her cunt was hot and moist and sucking and living. He punched her sucking hole with short, powerful strokes. He pushed deeper, drove deeper, jammed harder.
"Oh, that's goood, oh wonderful, oh don't stop. Don't ever, EVER stop doing that to me." she screamed.
"I'm fucking you hard," he bellowed. His cannon pistoned her hole. He was fucking hard. Very hard. And her twat was fighting back. It sucked and gripped his pecker. Her juice seeped out her hole, it poured through her pussy fur and dribbled down his thighs. Slammed against the wall, she hunched his pecker. Her cunny walls were soft as warm cream cheese and she suckled him for everything she was worth.
"Come, darling. Come in me. Let me feel your sperm," she screamed.
The walls were about to cave in. She felt his pecker mushroom in size. The stem was bursting. His manhood was ready to flower inside her tush.
"Fuck me! Fuck me come in me! Fuck me!" she bellowed. Thighs slapped against thighs. His cock popped in and out. It drove into her guts. Twisting and screwing. Pumping and hunching. "I'm coming."
"I'm coming," she screamed. Nails digging into flesh. Cunt gripping his tool. Sweat glued them in an amorous embrace. "Aaaaaiieee!!" she screamed. Losing her grip. Losing her mind! Cunt tightening down harder, still harder. A vice squeezing his tool, sucking for his juice. "Aaaaiiieee!!" she screamed.
"Here it is Ruth Ann," bellowed Stone. "Just what I promised. Warm juicy sperm. Hot and ready. Just the way you like it."
He rolled his hips forward in one final movement, then let go. There was a slurping noise as his cock burrowed into her juicy warmth and a final urgency as his prick erupted gushing showers of milky come.
"I love you, Ruth Ann," he screamed, jet after jet of wild wonderful joy juice sinking into her tissues. Filling up her cunt. Filling her womb.
Trixie was lost in her own make believe world. She sucked his juice into her cunt sleeve and knew that after he finished coming she would put icing on the cake by licking his pecker clean. She didn't mind being called Ruth Ann. What the hell she had been called worse things.
CHAPTER THREE
Dinner was an adventure of sorts at the Stone's residence. Ruth Ann had learned to cook from her mother and experimented with exotic new dishes. Unfortunately, most of the zesty meals that came out of the oven were long on preparation and short on taste.
Stone realized how much the evening meal meant to Ruth Ann yet he could not bring himself to eat platter after platter of the greenish, ill smelling shit that his daughter cooked up. So he started making excuses for not being at dinner. Business was one excuse that he used. And after the incident in the Hotel Windsor he found himself staying away from the house almost every night. If he couldn't stomach the food, he made up for it by overindulging in sex. It became the center point of his life. And he spent much of his time feeding his indulgences. Ruth Ann missed her father. It meant she had the evenings to herself. And that was dangerous for her. She missed her dildo and wondered what had happened to it. Since misplacing it, she had nothing to assuage the fires of her loins. She tried working out with candles and hotdogs, even a broom handle. But the sensation was not the same. These silly objects couldn't satisfy her overpowering sex drive the way the electric stick had.
"I wish I knew where it was," she thought. "Damn I remember so little about that night."
Just thinking about the magic stick made her loins ache. She had never felt anything so strong and forceful inside her cunt. It would be weeks before she could get another one through the mail.
Bored with television, Ruth Ann turned to reading newspapers for enjoyment. She read the local news looking through the columns of print to spot any names that she might know. One headline in particular caught her attention. It read. "Police Chief Vows War On Prostitutes". Eagerly, she read the story, her curiosity aroused by the thought of an out and out war with the world's oldest profession. "Prostitution is like a cancer," said the police chief. "It's a demeaning crime and it has grown out of hand in the city. Just walking through Gilbey Park is like visiting a meat market. Never have I seen such depravity."
She knew so little about the world. Why Gilbey Park was only was only two miles from her home. And she knew nothing about prostitutes.
She wondered what it was like being a whore. Getting paid for opening her legs seemed so unreal. She nearly laughed.
Hookers were supposed to make a lot of money. Ruth Ann rose from the table and went into the living room where she lay down on the rug and spread her legs. A cool draft of air rushed up her dress exciting her cunt in a teasing sort of way.
If she were a prostitute, thought Ruth Ann rearing her legs back as she imagined the hookers did when turning a "trick", how much would she charge? Ten dollars? Twenty? Fifty?
The plain truth was she didn't know. Like any normal girl, Ruth Ann had heard lots of talk about prostitution from other girls. Some thought it repulsive, others acted indifferent. "Beats sitting home," said one girl.
It was a joke. But it wasn't funny to Ruth Ann. Her cunny was screaming for the plastic dildo that she had somehow lost and the idea of a man's sex wedged down into her hole excited her.
"I couldn't," she thought immediately. Yet at the sound of her own words, she felt a throb in her cunt that brought tears to her eyes. She reach between her legs and felt the wet spot in her panties.
She snapped off the possibilities. She would have a man. No one would ever know what Ruth Ann had done. She would have a man! There might be money in it for her. She would have a man!!!
Without thinking, Ruth Ann was up and running to change clothes. There was no crime in walking around Gilbey park, she reasoned, slipping out of her dress. It was a public park after all. She was trembling all over as she stepped into her faded levi's. Daddy wouldn't be home for hours because of business. Oh Christ, this is unreal. It's really unreal!
CHAPTER FOUR
Another sweltering night, thought Stone. He wore a short sleeve shirt open to the waist giving him the appearance of a happy go lucky beach bum. The hookers along Gilbey Park watched him pass with mixed reactions. Some whistled, some looked away, others stared.
Stone hardly noticed them. He was on his way to the hotel and it was already late. His hands trembled and he took the flask from his back pocket and knocked back a double shot. The whiskey exploded when it hit his stomach. The amber fluid sent its warm reassuring strength into every muscle of his body.
"Good," he said, smacking his lips. "Damn good." Time, precious time was ticking away as Stone picked up the pace. He jogged down the street, weaving like a half back through the hookers and pimps lining the sidewalk. He bolted across the intersection paying no attention to the traffic lights. A girl waited for him. A beautiful, blonde headed girl with inviting lips and a sinuous, willing body lay in bed. She waited for him, longed for him. Her silky loveliness was right that minute squirming on fresh linen sheets, her fingers reaming out her hole. Yes, that was what she was doing. Lying in bed, exciting her womanly hole just for him.
Stone was so excited by the thought of Trixie's amorous charms that he nearly ran straight into the police car. "What the fuck," said the cop, hitting the red flashing light. The car slammed to a halt and the cop jumped from the driver's seat.
"Let's see the driver's license, bub," he ordered. Stone looked at the broad shouldered officer absently. It was if he were not there. Just one more annoyance to avoid, no different really than the pimps, whores and other street people that clogged the downtown on summer nights.
"Yeah, sure," Stone muttered. He fumbled with his wallet managing to slide a twenty underneath his license. The cop's expression changed to a smile.
"Better be careful, Mr. Stone," he said returning his license and pocketing the neatly folded bill. "All sorts of crud out on the streets. We got orders to clean the city up."
"I'm sure you do," said Stone. "Do a good job young man." Then he was off, hoping that Trixie would still be there when he arrived.
Trixie trembled all over. The windows to her room were thrown open and the humidity hung in the room like a thick, soggy blanket. She had put on a bra and the cotton cups pressed against her nipples. Not that she needed a bra. Her firm breasts puffed out in front of her like cone shaped balloons. They were round and deliciously hard, the pinkish nipples jutting against fabric which constricted them. Over the bra she wore a flimsy dress that clung to her handsome curves.
She applied a finishing touch of lipstick, looked into the vanity mirror for a final appraisal, and then, happy with the results, turned towards the door.
That's when she screamed. "GOD ALMIGHTY!" she yelled. He had entered her room without a sound and had been waiting at the door.
"You scared me," she gasped, "Goodness, don't ever sneak up on me again like that." She slumped back down on the chair, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Sweat dribbled between her breasts. Her nipples throbbed under the confining bra. It was a sexy feeling like having her nipples gently squeezed between thumb and forefinger. She ground her thighs together, feeling the sweat tingle down THERE too, and she wondered what it was about this man that took all the hardness out of her. She was a good, tough hooker except with this one. He was different.. . very different from the rest. He made her feel alive. His body brought excitement to hers; it made her so goddamn excited that it scared her.
"You were going to leave without me," he said quietly. He moved over to the bed and put his hand on her round thigh. Her nostrils flared at the smell of whiskey on his breath. The raw, masculine odor stimulated her. His hand stroked her thigh carefully. Deliberately. The hard, piercing eyes drilled holes into the back of her head. She twisted slightly, feeling her repose and confidence dissipating.
"No, that's not true," she insisted. Her voice betrayed her. She had been planning to leave. There were things about this man that scared her. She wanted out. And in a hurry.
Stone felt her thigh tremble. He worked his way slowly, down her leg, then upwards again under the dress, along the inside of her thigh.
"No, please," she begged.
He pressed on, caressing her trembling muscles. Trixie was groaning and he could feel her fighting his caresses while at the same instant she responded to it.
Her sex seemed to ooze from her pores. Higher, higher he went. His fingers found the elastic of her panties. She groaned as he peeled them off and groaned again as he found her wetting mound.
"N-no, I c-c-can't," she protested. I won't let this man treat me like this. Like just another girl he can wrap around his finger.
His finger penetrated her cunt. It slipped into her silky softness with a sucking noise. She twisted her hips and that opened her hole wider, letting him go deeper.
"Oooooo," she cried, humping against his finger. She rolled over against his digit, humping rhythmically and sensually. She pumped her hips, pushing down hard as she fucked his finger.
"You like this kind of fucking don't you," he whispered, unzipping her dress with his free hand. "Feels good doesn't it-me inside you." Passion raged through her tortured glans. She closd her eyes and pretended that his cock was between her legs. She had him inside her, riding on top. She was using her cunt! Using her cunt to fuck his cock!
She pumped down faster and faster. Her dress peeled off in a single, sweeping motion. Her bra popped opened with a snap! Now her breasts hung down like extended silken globes. The nipples brushed against the bedspread, sending sparks showering to the core of her womanhood.
"No! Oh no! Please!" Subconscious voices tugged at her will. Now she fought him, trying to free her entrapped body against his advance.
"Shut up slut!" snapped Stone. He whacked her across the buttocks smashing her down into the soft bed covers. He moved up on her wiggling thighs and dragged his throbbing cock along her legs, up the crack of her buttocks.
"I ought to fuck your asshole right this minute," he growled. "Make you squirm your guts against my cock, Miss High and Mighty Cunt!"
He pulled her roughly across the bed and stared into her passion filled face. The myriad contradictions of her sex was revealed on her impish visage. He saw lust and fear and passion and danger and youth. She seemed to be crying and snarling and cringing as he jammed his finger into her sex.
The drink had made him an animal. He was crazy with passion, wild with desire. In the dimly lit room, made oppressive by the muggy heat, he saw colors swirling together. Trixie's face seemed to disappear though her lovely body and fine, blonde hair stayed intact.
He blinked several times, trying to clear his vision of the confusion and pent up anxiety that troubled his life. When things settled back to normal, he saw things entirely different.
"Ruth Ann," he said, astonished to find her accepting his finger fucking. He jived her and discovered her channel was soft as melted butter. He felt her breast rubbing his hand along the puckered nipple. She groaned as he fondled her. The aereola swirled up under his touch and when he brought his lips down on the soft, trembling tit glan, her body seemed to arch like a bow.
"Ohhhhh," groaned Trixie. A finger wormed her cunt and hot lips suckled her tit. Her belly bloated with sensation. She rose up to her knees and humped to his command. He licked and sucked her tits and finger fucked her cunt.
"Ruth Ann," he groaned, pressing his cock down on her stomach. He pushed her down on the bed. Trixie was on fire. His finger moved into her hole like a red hot poker. She bucked her hips and ground her mound against him.
"Yesss," she said. "Oh, God, yesss."
She tightened down against him, humping and thrusting while he tit sucked and finger fucked. Faster and faster she went. Moving, bouncing, shimmeying and squirming. The digit grew inside her womb like a tree. Branches unfolded as it pushed to the center of her being. She didn't care what he called her. It didn't bother her that he acted nuts. Or that he ravished her body and trampled her dignity and self-respect. Because a fire burned in her womb. It spread its fiery wings upward, a raging holocaust that engulfed her flesh. Burned her mind. Blew her mind!
"Yaaaaa!!!" she screamed, her cunt walls thundering down on his finger. "Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!"
Stone watched impassively as Trixie's sweating flesh shuddered with the warm glow of her orgasm. His cock twitched out in front of him like a snake ready to strike. He looked at the young dish before him, her gooey insides squirting out between her legs and he felt a need for some good loving of his own.
He pulled his finger from her quim and mounted her body. "Cunt, wish you had the dildo don't you?" he snapped moving his dick up along her body. He lay his flicking member between her breasts. The urge to pee on her, to drain sperm and piss between her tits excited him.
But he shook off the desire. He had better things in mind. His Ruth Ann was going to get a few more jolts of excitement.
"No matter what I do," he said. "Remember I love you." He pulled back her head by the hair and stared one, last loving time into the exhausted face of the very content young girl. Her sparkling eyes beseeched him. They seemed to say, "yes do with me what you want. I want you-all of you-inside me. Anywhere you want to put it."
His nut sack churned with seminal fluid. His balls ached, demanding release. Immediate release. It was the roar of sex that Stone could not deny himself. And as he hunched his way up along her supine body the thought of fulfilling himself inside her adolescent body overwhelmed him. It made him hot. It made him want to fuck! To fuck her mouth!!
"Suck," he commanded, pulling his tool up to her quivering lips. "Suck my cock."
Trixie touched his penis. It was warm and thick and big around as her arm. The circumcised head stared her in the face like a huge menacing snake. She moved her fingers lightly along the skin feeling every wonderful inch.
"Suck me, darling," he told her. "Go ahead just suck and suck and see what happens."
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I want to. I want to suck your cock." She brought her exhausted mouth down on his shaft. She opened her lips and raised her head as Stone pushed his member into her face. It went in smooth and soft. His wand slipped in like a hand into a glove.
"That's good baby," he said, feeling her hugging warmth.
Twice he felt her throat tighten up as he force fed cock into her face. Then he retreated until she accommodated him. Her throat opened and in he went further and further. Deeper and deeper.
"That's good, darling," he giggled. "Wow, what a fantastic face. Her spit was almost as hot as he was. He jerked his man club, swishing his joint around her warm void. It felt good to be in her mouth. "Like me hard, don't you," he asked. "It tastes good doesn't it, sweetheart?" He wiggled his member and watched with glee as her head nodded.
"And keep licking and sucking," he reminded her. "Don't tighten up. Keep right on sucking like a good little girl."
He wished that he had remembered the dildo. He could imagine the reaction as the electric current zinged her cunt hole while he fucked her face. That would be one experience that would send her right through the fucking roof.
"Hmmmmm," he giggled. Then he grew silent. The only noise came from the squishing of cock stem going in and out. Faster and faster. Trixie had grown wonderfully hot around his penis. Her heat seemed to melt right through the foreskin. And it didn't stop. The faster he thrusted the hotter she got. He thought it was like stoking a furnace.
"Keep sucking, sweetheart," he snapped. "Don't miss a stroke."
Trixie was going for the whole number. She arched her buttocks off the bed and pounded her face down on his tool. She wrapped her hands around his thighs and squeezed gently on his nuts. She didn't want excuses and she was too excited to do anything but bring her lips down on his tool.
"Oh, come, damn you. Come now. Come in my face!" she begged. She felt his manhood down her throat, all the way down into the squishing wet mound between her legs. She tingled with sensation; it exploded through every cell in her body. He rhythm fucked. Nice and slow. In and out. Fucking her face.
She felt him twisting on her belly and then her body exploded as he inserted his finger back inside her cunt hole! Now she was moving. Pumping and rocking. Sucking and pumping.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!" groaned Stone. Her lips sucked on his manhood, swelling the stem with his fluid. He fought the urge, pumping her face with cock as if to fend off her attacks. She slurped his throbbing head and raked her teeth along the tender skin. Jism flowed into his pecker. One droplet then another spurted into her hungry mouth. She begged him now, sucking wildly. Her lips pleading for his juice.
"Oh, baby, here it is," he cried. "Oh, shit, here it really is." His hips flashed forward and eased the tremendous strain that erupted in his crotch. His sperm splashed into her mouth. It ran like a river across her tongue and down her throat. Her face collapsed around his milky manhood, sucking it down in great gulps.
"Yesss, baby," he bellowed, grinning wildly as the anxiety and pent up fear eased through the enlarged hole of his cock. She obediently licked up his sperm. And he responded by humping her face until his juice was gone and his cock was soft. Then he withdrew, pulling his sweeping weapon from her exhausted face.
"You're good sweetheart," he said. Then he rose to leave.
Trixie watched him get dressed. She lay naked and exhausted on the bed. She knew that if she did not leave the hotel immediately that she would stay on and on, waiting for his return. A tear welled in her eye. I don't want to leave, she thought, But I can't stay a slave forever.
She watched him leave and after several minutes, she raised herself from the bed and slowly put her clothes on. She was determined that this was going to be the last night she spent at the Hotel Windsor.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought, tears running freely down her face. "I'll never get sex like this again. I reached a pinnacle." As she applied her lipstick, then wobbled on unsteady legs toward the door, she wondered what she would do next.
"Maybe I'll become a nun," she thought. Religion, she understood, was almost as big a trip as sex.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the day, Gilbey Park was a safe if untidy place for local merchants and office workers to eat lunch, feed the pigeons and to forget about the monotony of their jobs. It was a patch of green set against the network of stone buildings and cement streets. During the night, however, it changed personalities.
While day people used Gilbey Park as a refuge from the busy world of commerce, night people sought out its darkened pathways and tree protected enclaves to conduct their own variety of commerce. Hookers too poor-or too young-worked out of the park. They carried sleeping bags, made deals in the twilight and then found a nice, comfortable spot to lay down. On a busy Friday, the green velvet carpet of grass was alive with the sounds of eager bodies entangled in age-old mating rituals.
It was into this strange, lush environment that Ruth Ann wandered. She had walked the few miles from her home, and her clothes hung from the sweat which beaded off her young skin.
"This is it," she said to herself. It looked no different than other city parks she had been to. Darker perhaps, and certainly more congested. But it hardly seemed the den of iniquity that the police chief had been warning the people about.
She waited for the light to change and walked across the street to the park entrance. Several intoxicated sailors lounged on a cement bench waiting for a bus and two whistled at her.
"Hey good looking," said one. "Come here and let me show you a good time."
Surprisingly, Ruth Ann did not feel afraid. The boy meant no harm. He was just playing macho as young men are prone to do. So she smiled and walked on down the path into the protective darkness of the park.
"This is eerie," she thought. All around were the sounds of birds. Thousands of them. Hoot owls, sparrows, robins, crows, the park teemed with wild life all hooting and screeching for dear life. It was very unsettling for Ruth Ann and instinctively she crossed her arms as if to protect herself.
By the time she was half way through the park, Ruth Ann was shaking uncontrollably. So far she had seen no one or heard anyone except for the birds. She plopped down on a bench wondering if her idea to come down to Gilbey Park was all that hot when she heard it.
Ruth Ann froze. Not ten feet away came the murmuring of a man and a woman. Their voices were punctuated by the rustling of their bodies rolling in the soft earth. There was desperation in their act, a frantic quality that thrilled young Ruth Ann with excitement. Even to her, it was quite obvious what the amorous couple was up to.
"Are you out of your mind?" questioned the girl. It was a silly thing to say and was followed by laughter and the noise of two bodies hugging each other's warmth.
Ruth Ann was afraid to move. Afraid even to breath! She listened as the couple became more physical. The sounds came from directly behind her and as Ruth Ann's eyes became accustomed to the dim light, she turned to see two figures. She dropped down by the bench and listened as clothes were unzipped and buttons undone.
"Ohhhh hurry," whispered the girl. "My daddy will kill me."
There was more giggling and moving. Then loud thrashing sounds, Ruth Ann tightened her thighs and bit down on her finger until it bled. Her breasts tightened into knots, her quim now a wetted slick mass of mating slime and pressed hair. She was excited just from watching!
"Hurrrrry!" The girl cried to her lover. The girl wiggled sensually on the green grass, her rounded tits moving like grapefruit halves under the man's careful manipulation. Her hips ground against him.
"Oh big! God you're so big! Let me touch you with my hand!" the girl gasped.
Ruth Ann gasped too. His cock was enormous! It stretched out like a strange banana fruit, a huge meaty thing that scared her. She experienced a pounding in her quim; a wild desire to feel his huge prick between her thighs. Ruth Ann wanted him up in her cunt too? Wanted him where the dildo had burned a trail. Had made her hot. Hot for sex!
"Your stink hole is so fucking wet," giggled the girl's lover. He had a strange nasal voice, at once grating and direct. "I'm going to lick every fucking hair on your pussy. You want a good eating and I'm the one to do just that."
Then in the silvery moonlight, Ruth Ann watched the man's face drop down into the V of the woman's crotch. The girl moaned as he ate her snatch, grinding her pelvis up against his tongue, letting his tongue burrow into her slit like a cock.
Ruth Ann was so excited she reached down into her Levi's and fingered her own stink hole. "God, he's using his tongue as a cock," she said. "He's drilling her crack and sucking her. Eating her! God!" Her hand dripped with her own juices. She fingered her hole and brushed the tiny clit with her fingers while the couple committed fellatio.
"Oh Oh!! Ohhh!!"
It was the cry of a wounded animal, the agonizing wail of a woman denied. "Eat me! Fuck me!" the girl screamed. "Eat me! Lick me! Fuck, oh, God Almighty! Just fuck me!"
The cruel erect male shaft came slowly up to her cunt. He dragged his head along her thigh letting her feel the rubbery head. It was a reminder, to let her know what a cock was like and what it could do once inside the tender folds of her loins.
"You're in for the fucking of your life," he boasted. His silhouette shone in the moonlight. He pulled up on her thighs and brought her quim to his cock. Her fetid smell rose from her loins engulfing the two lovers in its own rich odor.
"Soft, wet pussy here I come," he muttered. It was a signal for both moved on each other at once. The girl's sweat coated mound hunched forward, the lips spreading open to reveal a warm, wet cunt channel. The man lurched out, bucking his hips as his shaft shot forward.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!!" screamed the girl as his pecker was sucked into her hole. It went in and in, spreading out like an enormous butterfly. It travelled to the depths of her womb.
"Oh gooodness, Oh God that's wonderful," she screamed. Ecstatically, she pumped upwards, screaming again as her cunt took in his pole.
Ruth Ann was so excited she wanted to cry! I want it, I really want it, she thought. Faster and faster she whipped her cunt into a passionate froth. Her tits were like hard little apples with the nipples poking provocatively through her blouse. She attacked her slit with a vengeance. Her juice poured from within, oozing out onto her hand and wetting the panel of her panties. The faster she stroked the more juice came out. And the better she felt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The woman screamed for her life. Ruth Ann watched while the girl dragged her nails across his back and wrapped her legs around his thighs. His belly rose and fell as the huge banana dick cut into her pleasure void with a loud slapping noise.
"Beg for it, cunt," he snorted. "Beg for my dick!"
It seemed incredible that the woman would. And Ruth Ann choked back a scream when the girl did as she was ordered. She cried until it seemed impossible for her to go on. She wiggled under his surging body, her hips moving chaotically while he pumped her hole again and again and again.
"Oh God so good," she cried. "Don't leave. Don't stop fucking me."
To Ruth Ann, it seemed a crazy thing to say. But what happened next was even more surprising. The man had hunched his way into an orgasm. He had to. For no one could fuck that hard and be empty. He screamed and ordered and shouted and finally when he was ready he lifted himself up and said: "Ready pig fucker. Ready for my come. You begged for it. Now here it is."
Then violently he pulled his banana dick from her cunt hole. It came out with a loud popping noise that made the woman gasp. Then before she could move, he thrust his bestial member upon her.
For an instant nothing happened. Then a jet of sticky cream shot down on her belly. The girl screamed! She screamed as his cock cream spilled from his prick gun.
"COMMMMMMMING!!!!!" Jet after sticky jet of joy juice landed on her writhing flesh.
"Come! Come!! Come!!" she screamed. His sperm splashed between her breasts and a long spindly strand clung to her breast mounds. The man worked his cock like a paste tube, moving ribbons of jizz along her breasts up on her face and down along her belly. He soaked her cunt and her face and managed to cover most of her satiny skin with his sticky juice before running dry.
"Jesus," thought Ruth Ann, now backing away as the spent couple collapsed into each other's warm embrace. "That's incredible. Coming like that. Wow!"
Then she was back on the path, sneaking away a hundred yards before she stood up. Her body quivered like a leaf. She moved her lips imagining that man's sperm all over her. Using his loaf on her like a fire hose. It seemed beyond belief, she figured. But then again maybe not. As she walked down the path, her eyes picked up more sounds of lovemaking. She detected the cooing and giggling and the soft murmuring that was associated with the lovemaking. She heard bodies twisting and flesh slapping and the urgencies of two bodies reaching out for satisfaction. She heard it all and as she neared the exit of Gilbey Park, her breast filled with a warm glow.
This can be me some day, she thought. Looking around, she saw two men dressed up in carnival-like slouch hats, rhinestone coats and platform shoes. They looked like pimps. Look like, hell, she thought. They were pimps!
Suddenly she experienced a pounding in her chest that she had never felt before in her whole life. Oh wow, could I? she thought. Do I have the nerve to ask? And as she started towards the two men, she laughed. For that question had been answered back there in the woods, back with the mating sounds of two happy lovers.
The clerk toyed with the crossword puzzle. He wasn't very good at word games and this one was giving him more trouble than most, when the pimp walked in. The clerk looked up, his puffy eyes staring unblinkingly at the gaudy character approaching the desk.
"Need a five letter word meaning pleasure, Jethro," asked the clerk.
"Hmm. How about smack," he answered.
"Won't fit," he said staring down at the puzzle. "Try again."
"How's about pussy," said Jethro. "Young pussy. Like about seventeen, blonde hair, needs a job to pay her way through college."
The clerk was so happy that the word "pussy" fit into the five empty squares that he was taken back at the sight of the blonde young lady.
"She needs a job, man," said Jethro. "Something nice. During the day. A little something for the lunch crowd."
Ruth Ann could feel the clerk's tired eyes scanning every inch of her body. She felt nude before his gaze. He seemed to look straight through her clothes.
"Pussy," he said absently. "Thanks Jethro. I may get through this fucking game yet."
"You ever do this kind of work before," he asked, coming from behind the desk. "It ain't as easy as you might think."
"I'm willing to try anything," she answered.
"Wonderful," he said. Actually it was less than wonderful and if Trixie hadn't bolted on him, he would have sent the girl before him packing. But the hotel needed a young girl and here was one that fit the bill.
"Ok, sweetheart," he answered. "Come in tomorrow a little before noon. Got a room for you and everything." He patted her gently on the back. "And don't wear anything too formal. Got something loose, bring it. Gets hot as hell during the day."
"Yes sir," said Ruth Ann. "I will. Oh you bet I will."
The clerk followed the girl's rolling buttocks as she walked out the door. Nice stuff, he thought. Not bad at all. He pulled a fifty from the till and slapped it in Jethro's outstretched palm.
"Nice looking girl," he mused. "We'll put her in Room 419 and see how she works out." He returned to his puzzle trying to think of another five letter word meaning pleasure.
CHAPTER SIX
Stone hadn't seen Stanley Doright for half a dozen years. They had run into each other in Vietnam at Cheap Charlie's. Stan had been arguing with the sluttish looking waitress over the price of his meal and it had looked like one of those nasty scenes that so often ended in mayhem and violence. Stone had quietly intervened by dumping a platter of chow mien on top of the girl's head.
Now Stan was in his office six years later still chuckling over the rather curious way they had met. "Ho, ho, ho," said Stan good naturedly. "Dumping chink food all over the gook. Ha! Ha! Ha! That was something."
The two men reminisced. Their service days had been good ones. Stan had a yen for the young, yellow skin hookers that lined the streets at all hours of the day and night. It was nothing to pay a few dollars and have your cock sucked off by some greedy urchin hungry for GI sperm and greenbacks.
"Them slopes were good pussy," said Stan. "Damn them little cunts could sure twitch around. They knew tricks that could make the collar jump around on a priest's neck."
It had been Stone's good fortune to run into Stan during his 12 months over in Vietnam. For one thing, Stan was a green beret. He always managed to have fist full of cash to bribe his way into whorehouses that only well connected higher ups could afford. Stan also had a good nose for trouble, being able to smell it before it happened. More than once, they had battled their way out of tough spots with Stan always getting his licks in first.
"Them's were fine days," reflected Stan. "Good, young pussy. War does fucked up things to civilians. I bet them little slopes wouldn't fuck half that nice if they didn't think the hole world was collapsing around them."
"Yeah, whatever," said Stone distantly. It had been a good time in his life. There was a lot of ugliness to the war-like getting shot-but he had, overall, only fond memories of Vietnam. He looked over at Stan and could see that he too felt a sense of loss, a feeling that something great had passed by and would never return again.
Well, almost never return. The rag-tag kids were gone, but Stone still knew his way around a city. There were still young, teasing broads that could make your balls thunder with excitement. It wasn't the same as Vietnam, but hell, nothing was ever the same twice.
"Come on, amigo," said Stone, rising from his chair. "Let's quit all this talk and get us some nice warm snatch."
"Hey, good idea," said Stan. "Hell yes, real good. I could see some nice young stuff. That would make this miserable day turn out all right. As they passed through the office laughing and slapping each other on the back, they walked in front of Ginger who sat like a granite computer machine churning out business letters. She was not amused by their school boy behavior.
"I don't suppose it would be too big a favor," snapped Ginger, "for you to sign a few business letters. This is a business after all."
Stone sighed and hastily initialed several master copies while Stan stood by watching with amusement. Ginger glared at him.
"While you two go jacking around," she snapped, "or off as the case may be, some of us have to work for a living."
Stan felt his heart pounding. He wasn't used to aggressive chicks and when he found one, especially one as well stacked and bursting with ripeness as this one was, he got excited.
"Say, my man, why don't we just start with this one," offered Stan.
"Start what?" snapped Ginger.
He sat on the edge of her desk and bent forward so his face was only inches from hers. "I'd start by fucking that nice lovely mouth of yours, sweetheart. Just stroke it good and hard and if you were really good then I'd start on that sweet little clam shaped cunt of yours."
Oh, this I don't need, thought Stone. He grabbed his friend by the arm. "Back at two, Ginger," he said, and headed out the door.
"I might even piss on you, young lady," laughed Stan.
Outside, the heat hit them like four tons of pillow feathers. It was a sluggish, terrible kind of heat-the worst day so far in a seemingly endless heat wave. Yet it did strange things to the two men.
"Holy shit, it feels like the Delta," remarked Stan referring to the southern half of Vietnam, an area that had nearly 100 percent humidity all year long and smelled like a sewer.
Stone walked to the cab stand and motioned to the driver. He nodded and they both climbed in. "Say, I remember you," said Stone as they pulled away from the curb.
"Yup," said the cabbie. "I remember you too. Never forget a face. And two to one you want the Hotel Windsor. Am I right?"
"That you are," said Stone, resting back in the seat. He could have added Room 419 to complete the address. Room 419 and the pretty blonde thing who waited there for him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She looked down at the people on the sidewalk, their height foreshortened from her angle four stories above the ground, and wondered if any of them could see her.
Ruth Ann felt naked to the world. The gossamer white cotton robe she wore barely came down to her thighs. As she stood in the front of the bay window, gusts of hot wind blew under the flimsy garment, causing her pussy lips to pucker. Her nipples pointed through the night robe like dull red marbles on a sea of white. She sucked in her breath and felt her glans shrink with tension.
It seemed incredible that she found herself in a whore house. It looked just like another hotel room. The sheets were clean and there were fresh towels in the bathroom and soap at the sink. Even a carafe of water for coffee. Yet it was a den of prostitution just the same. Next door came the sound of lovemaking.
When she put her ear to the wall she heard the man's urgency as he fucked his way into an orgasm. It was like the lovers in the park, she surmised, except this bout of sexual bliss was happening now, in daylight, right in this very hotel. And she was part of it. She was a prostitute waiting for her first trick.
The breeze turned cold and her nipples hardened into tiny icicles. Below her a battered taxi cab pulled to the curb and two men got out. Out of boredom she studied them. Obviously both were headed into the hotel. It was also apparent that they wanted a woman of pleasure, perhaps even her to satisfy their carnal desires. One man in particular caught her eye. He wore a standard mud brown suit, one of those sartorial jobs that made lawyers look like insurance salesmen and vice versa. No it was something else. She squinted, her heart racing wildly. Maybe it was the part across the thick brown hair, or the slight hitch in his walk. It was a detail so small that it took a lifetime of living to notice it.
"Oh, God, no not father! Not my very own father!" she screamed. It was impossible! It couldn't be! He was at work in his own office earning a living miles away. He couldn't possibly know about this hotel, it just couldn't be that a man as honest and wonderful and straight forward as her father would seek sex in a whorehouse. Ruth Ann squeezed her eyes shut until the dizziness subsided. It was foolish to dwell on such a ridiculous notion. Meeting her father in a whorehouse, she thought. Why the idea was silly.
The telephone rang, a signal from downstairs that a man was on his way up to her. She looked again down at the sweltering pavement. The cab had pulled away and the two men were inside the lobby by now. She had only a few minutes before her first "trick" and as she looked down on the crowded streets, her eyes noticed still another curious detail.
"Why are there so many police today?" she said. It was a question that went unanswered for Ruth Ann was fast closing the shades and preparing herself with rich smelling perfumes for the very first man in her life. She was giddy with excitement. But still it seemed strange. All those cops. "Maybe there was a parade later on," she thought.
Quickly, she hopped into bed. The linen sheets felt cool and smooth against her. She was soft and wet between her legs. She brought her hands up to her breasts and traced fanciful designs across her satiny white skin. The hard nipples tightened into little diamonds of pleasure. She caressed the areolas with a, fore nail experiencing a ripple of passion as she did so.
She realized that a prostitute did not lie in bed waiting for her trick to join her. But Ruth Ann could not force herself up from the bed's glowing warmth.
I want it to be a surprise, she thought, caressing her body. I want it to be so right, so perfect the first time. I don't care if it is a little strange.
When the bedroom door opened, Ruth Ann was in bed, eyes shut like dampers to the outside world.
"Damn fine, darling," the man said to her. "Fucking damn fine."
Ruth Ann felt so excited that she wanted to fuck herself. She rolled from side to side hunching her legs against her extended hand. Her female oils spread to her palms as she rubbed and hunched.
"Hurry!" she cried, almost afraid to open her eyes. Afraid of ruining the mood she had worked herself into. "Get into bed! Get into bed and fuck me!!"
There was a long, interminable pause. When at last she felt the man's body next to hers, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The bed sagged as if the weight of ages had dropped down beside her.
A tired voice spoke to her. "Please, Ruth Ann. Look at me. Look at who you are fucking."
She felt her stomach churn as she remembered the sight of the two men getting out of the car. Her breast throbbed like an infected wound as she gathered up her courage. She felt him leaning over, his face only a few inches from hers. His pulse raced wildly, she could feel it, and his breath flared her nostrils. Oh I don't care, she screamed to herself, now spreading her legs under the sheets awaiting the thrust of her father's penis. For that is who it had to be. That is what she was destined for after all. To gorge on his lusty organ, to suck in the flames of his spurting cock.
"Daddy!" she screamed, opening her eyes wide and staring. "Oh daddy!"
For an instant, only silence bond the two lovers together. Silence and a desire to feel sex, to experience loins and glans searching and thrusting into one another.
Stan Doright was raised up over the girl. His clothes lay neatly folded at the edge of the bed. His cock pointed down at Ruth Ann like the barrel end of a .44 magnum. Daddy, thought Stan remembering the girl's hysterical words. So this is my old buddy's pride and joy. A girl who calls him daddy and squirms around in the bed for him like a little girl ready for bedtime. He had hit some deep responsive cord in the little tramp. Her eyes showed utter amazement. Perhaps the sound of her own name which he had gotten from the clerk, had startled her. Maybe she was the type that was perpetually startled. Stan didn't know. And he didn't really care. Because his cock was hard and ready for some nice looking pussy and this little chickie fit the bill to a tee.
"Open up," he said. Then in he went. He drove his cock into her face. He felt her lips cave in and then her teeth spread back as his pecker sluiced into her cheeks.
"That a girl!"
Ruth Ann reeled from surprise. She had been jolted that her father might find her in the hotel and then she was jolted again when she found that he wasn't in the hotel. That it was a perfect stranger.
But one who really knew how to use his tool, she thought. She gasped as his penis slid down her throat. He was grinding up against her face making her suck him.
She squeezed down on the mammoth tool as it sank into her mouth. The salty taste repulsed her at first. Then as the shaft slid in and out of her cheeks, she became accustomed to it. His manhood made her squirm and grind against him.
"That's a GOOD girl!" Stan hadn't face fucked a girl since Guam and it felt ecstatic to get back into shape. He liked the way this little hooker broad gasped and struggled against his attack. It was like a virgin's inexperienced mouth and he really dug it.
"Good hard fucking," he said. "That's what I plan, little blondie. Just fuck your little cutie pie body from top to bottom." Ruth Ann was terrified. The cock stuck in her mouth like a stake. It impaled her to the pillow, the iron hard shaft going in and out of her lips. Now his hands were slipping down into the bed covers and tugging at her nightie. The straps dug into her shoulders then tore, the garment slipping down to the side of the bed.
"Here's a real treat," said Stan. While not missing a single stroke, he slipped his two fingers into her oooze. They slid into the hot jam seeping from her crotch with a sucking noise. Then he wiggled them.
Ruth Ann went through the roof. She bucked her hips and she nearly choked on his cock. Her cunt quivered like jelly and her butt rose straight up off the bed.
"Say, baby, you're nice and wet," said Stan. He fingered her mound feeling the result of his labors on the skin of his dick as Ruth Ann sucked him. "Think I just might find me a nice warm home."
Then he was out. It happened in a split second. Out of her face and off her body and then incredibly, he was between her legs. Hands reached between her legs and spread them open. Now his pecker pointed straight at her womb, dead center at the juicy little channel opening.
"Oh, please!" Ruth Ann managed to say. He was so thick and hard and big. And it was her first time. "Please, oh, yes, my God yes!"
"Whatever's right," he laughed. Wolfishly, he drew back his hips and shot forward with blazing speed. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own as the hard fleshy shaft whiffed through the air and into the molten insides of her cunt hole. "Yaaaaahooooo!!!" Stan screamed out in wild abandon. The girl cavorted under his cock, she was twisting around and hunching his pole like a wild stallion. A proud, defiant cunt she was, and Stan was reaming her little vault of goodies for everything it was worth.
"Aaaahhhh!!" screamed Ruth Ann. Her cunt folds stretched out under his attack, the gooey flesh slipping away from the upward thrust of his dick. It felt enormous inside her. He went in and in until her guts ached from the probing of his sex pole. Her cunt molded itself to the shape of his shaft, hugging his pecker. Hanging on for dear life.
She managed to fight his attack with one of her own. She arched her hips, groaned as her hole suckled his shaft, then started humping her belly. Up and down. Back and forth. It was a natural, straightforward rhythm and it set fires off in her womb.
His lips came down on her nipples and sucked the little cherry ends. "Ohhhhh!" she heard herself saying. His tongue licked her breasts into a frenzy as she arched herself up towards him.
Look what he is doing to you, she thought. Hunching and screwing your body to every twist and gyration. He's controlling you!
And he was. The pecker between her legs guided her into one position after another. Stan was shrieking with excitement while he humped dick into her womb and Ruth Ann was squirming around, her slit leaking like a punctured milk pouch while her body absorbed jolt after wonderful jolt of sex.
"Goooood Sooooo goooood!" It was heaven and it was hell. His shaft scalded her cunny walls. It twisted her guts and churned in her belly. Her belly fluttered under the pounding, her thighs collapsed as pleasure surged through her nervous system.
"You fucking tub of guts, here comes what you've been waiting for," he screamed at her.
Stan felt her heat, knew that she was coming soon. Very soon. And he didn't want to be left out. He bore down sucking her titties, and piston fucking her mushy slot until she screamed for his come. Begged and screamed and yelled crazily for his jizz.
"Aaaaiiieee!!!" she yelled. Her fingers raked across his back. Red lines sprung up and Stan yelled angrily as she fought. She still tasted cock in her mouth, the same cock that filled her cunt sleeve.
Now he was roaring like a bull, rutting and grinding into the very core of her being. "Come bitch," he was yelling. "Come! Let your cunt come on my cock!"
"Yesss! Ohhhh, yes, I will," said a voice from deep inside her. Her slippery chasm tightened down on his man club until it was useless to rut her hole any further. She glued herself to his penis. She had welded her crotch to his cock. He pulled up and took her hips with her.
"Holy fucking shitting Jesus! Lookee there!!" he yelled genuinely surprised.
Ruth Ann felt his pecker grow fat with sperm and then he groaned one final time before shoving his member in far as it would go.
Come spurted out. It sloshed through her tubes. It seeped out her cunt sleeve down her ass ravine and onto the sheets. It shot into her womb with such force that it made her gasp. And then it began to lift her off the bed up towards the ceiling. Like a giant butterfly trapped inside her womb, it began to pull her. Up and up she went. Eyes closed, hands clenched tight, Ruth Ann shook with fear. Tingled with desire.
"Comming Commmmming!!" she cried out to the lovely thing in her womb that was making her fly, that was shooting hot sperm all over the place. "Yessss I'm HEREEEEE!!!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stone wondered if he had lost his mind. Through the walls he could hear her, the deep, moaning wails of a satisfied woman. It was his girl, the one he went to in room 419.
But he had not gone to her because of Stan. His old friend was back in town and he wanted only the best for him. So he had exchanged keys with him willing this time to take second best.
But he would have reconsidered his generous offer, if he had known what was in store for him. Because not in his wildest dreams did he expect to find "Virginia Anna, the girl from Alabama!" as she called herself.
Oh did I fuck myself this time, he thought wearily, plopping his body down on the bed. The heavy breathing from next door only incensed him further. It was the final insult. He had to hear what he was missing out on, had to be consciously aware of what he was missing out on at the expense of friendship.
"What's the matter, Mr. Tough Guy?" said Virginia Anna. "Cat got your tongue?" She lolled around in the sheets giggling in a high pitched voice that irritated his finely tuned sense of hearing.
"No," he responded. "It's just a mistake. One big foolish mistake."
"What, with me?" she asked.
It was difficult to tell the truth. Virginia Anna was not an unattractive girl. Older than his usual girl, but only by a few years, she was every inch a sexy, good looking woman. Perhaps a notch or two sexier than most girls of her kind, for she was aware of her womanhood. She knew the effect of her full rounded breasts upon men just as she knew how to twist her firm buttocks, rolling the twin loaves of her ass cheeks to make herself sensuous and appealing to even the most jaded souls.
No, Virginia was something special, he thought. A real, honest to God hooker with the body of a virgin secretary. It was a pleasing mix to most men and just looking at her comely charms sent blood rushing into his pecker. So what held him back? Why did he not find himself elevated to be in her company? Stone couldn't put his finger on the sore point, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that his present depressed state had something to do with the excited, jubilant screams coming from the next room.
"Fuck boy, that chicken girl bother you," said Virginia. "That pussy just moved in today. You get right here in between sweet Virginia's legs and I'll show you some things that little pussy pie don't know the first thing about."
"No," he said quietly. "If it's all right. I just want to listen. Listen to them."
He felt hurt at losing his girl. He realized how strange it must be for a young girl to put up with his private obsessions. But not for a moment did it occur to him that she would leave. His heart ached with pain as he listened to the sounds of lovemaking in the next room. "Look, baby, look at you come," said Stan, his laughing high pitched voice unmistakable. "You're leaking juice all over the fucking bed. Hot damn, thick as split pea soup."
Stone cringed. His head dropped to his chest as the excited words of happiness came through the wall. He wanted to be in there. He wanted his cock in her thick pea soup come as Stan had called it. He desired her body. He wanted to fuck her cunt. Fuck her face."
"Well if you ain't gonna give little old Virginia Anna from Alabama a good time," snapped the hooker, obviously hurt, "then just get your ass out of here."
"I can't," he said slightly peeved at the whore. He didn't like being ordered around especially by a woman. "I've got a friend that I'm waiting for."
He turned to the slut. The open robe exposed her satiny breasts and for an instant he felt a surge of animal lust. She was a looker all right. Not for him, but fit and ready for a man not caught in the same obsessions that he was.
"You get your ass out of here, understand!" she snapped. "I take no shit from you Yankee pigs no how."
He turned on her, eyes beaming hatred. Whether it was the tension inside him or the harsh sound of her voice that sent him didn't matter now. He was mad, boiling mad and this comely slut was going to feel the sharp edge of his anger.
He crawled up on the bed and with one hand jerked the robe from her shoulder.
"Stupid fucking cunt!" he said. As she was about to scream, he brought his hand down sharply across her face. The blow rocketed her head backwards against the bedroom, momentarily stunning her.
"You want some fun, don't you, Miss Southern Belle," he said, crawling between her legs. "That hard as nails act doesn't work with me. I'm a peace loving man, but you pushed me too far sister. And when that happens, I get mad. Wild, fucking mad!"
Virginia wanted to crawl under the covers and disappear. The daughter of a whiskey drinking Baptist minister, she knew only too well how wild and uncontrolled a man could be. She was scared to the bone. Scared enough to shut up and let him have his way. Her stomach tightened into a knot as his fingers seemed to reach through her skin and touch a deep hidden spot within her. Lay still and let him have you, she thought. Be still and let him FUCK YOU!
He talked all the time he moved his muscular body up upon hers. She sagged into the mattress as his legs pushed her thighs apart. His fingers stroked the woolly cover to her cunt, parting her sex lips and darting quickly inside.
"Baby, don't ever underestimate me," he snapped. A finger toyed with her tit. The sensation raised goose bumps around the hard red buttons. Then he was squeezing her nipples, milking them like tiny cow udders and the thrill shot through her right down to the heat soaked doors of her womb.
"You want to fuck so badly you can taste it," he continued. "Fuck until that tough cunny of yours flaps and wiggles around."
What was he going to do to her, she cried to herself. A madman that's what he is. A crazy sex fiend and his body is crushing me to death. Fuck what is he doing down there.
She groaned as his finger retreated and was replaced by a hard, even thicker object. It struggled through her cunt sleeve, slowly, deliberately. It wormed into her guts and lifted her cunt up with it. There was no denying what was stuck in her cunt. It was thick and wet and wiggling and wild. It made her groan and scream out with sheer delight.
"Ohhhhh, you're so big," she groaned. "Soooo big!"
"You want cock, honey," he snapped, "I'll give you cock."
Virginia undulated her hips in the carefull up and down motions that had made dozens of men before her scream with delight. She then flexed her womanhood around his member and slow stroked him, letting her slippery channel walls suck on his love tube.
Stone groaned as he flopped on the girl's body barely suppressing his grin. He worked her body like a finely tuned instrument. In and out, faster and still faster until she was flopping around with her own excitement like a wild crazy fish out of water.
"Ohhhhhh! Do it! Do it to me!" She was half crazy with desire and the tender noise of his manhood diving into her secreting vagina was almost too much to bare.
Her nerves grew tight as piano wire and she was half crazy with her orgasm when Stone did a very crazy thing. He moved up on her belly towards her face so his dick stuck in her face while NEVER LEAVING HER CUNT!
"I dont understand!" she gasped. "Oh, God, what are you some kind of freak!"
She wrestled with the horrid thought of a twisted malformed human being humping her cunt, sticking the good hard dick inside her womb and still have one left over for her lips. To suck in her mouth.
"No freak, sweetheart," he laughed viciously. "Just a surprise. And so you don't forget me here is another one."
Stone reached down and flicked on the dildo stem that he had been working in and out of her hole. He watched with glee as the girl's face dissolved before him like putty. The sweating, puckered features of a woman in pleasure was pulled as if by a string into a deformed mask of unspeakable pain.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!"
Jolt after jolt of electricity rocked her cunt. Her tender lips clamped down on the tool. And that jolted her even more. Her thighs quivered and her gut heaved upwards. Her globe like breasts took on a warm, shimmering glow.
She fought and screamed and bucked against the plastic for her life. Stone's weight pressed down on her as she wiggled like a lizard underneath. He jammed the conical shaped device into her hole. Again and again. Fucking her cunt. Using the dildo as a prick. His prick!
It was too much, too hard and too sudden. She gasped and screamed each action cancelling the other out. Then as her womb burst with the flowering bud of her orgasm, Stone thrust his huge cock into her mouth.
She sucked him instinctively, passionately. Filled with lust, she nursed his cock like an infant nursing her mother's breast. She sucked and sucked and sucked some more. The dildo zinged life into her hole and now this penis was doing the same wonderful thing in her mouth.
Saliva spurted from her face. Stone jammed her face full of cock meat. It was good feeling her warm lips around his manhood. She was sucking and fucking, at the same instant, a sensation that this broad would not forget soon.
"Come on hurry up, cunt!" he snarled. "I haven't all day. Suck me, goddamn it suck me off!!"
Virginia did as she was told. Her body was deflated from her orgasm. It had come so quick that it almost ripped her in two. The electric charge ignited her from end to end. Her titties tingled from the indescribable rapture she felt. "I think I love this man," she thought while his bulging pecker slipped in and out of her mushy lips. She gripped him with her hand bringing her head back and forth hard against the shaft. She was in control, feeling his throbbing force as it ballooned in her face and she knew that his time had come.
"Goood! Fucking goooood!!" he bellowed. The thick sperm snagged in his cock tube and he about went through the roof with pain before his creamy message of desire shot through his tube and down into her throat.
Virginia clucked like a chicken as she throat sucked his sperm. Stone watched with idle fascination as her throat constricted with every burst of sperm from his dick.
Stone was momentarily happy with himself. He had forgotten about the girl next door and had turned the trollop he was stuck with into a nice, subservient piece of ass. As he withdrew his deflated cock from her face, he looked down and saw a faint, girlish smile. It showed in a nutshell the peace, serenity and willingness of Virginia. She was a fantastic broad.
He pulled the plastic dildo from her hole and wiped it on her tits, wiping her rich cunt oils on her nipples. But despite the pleasures they had shared together, Stone was not willing to give her up quite yet.
"Can you walk," he asked, rising up.
"Yes, I think so," Virginia murmured. Her legs were unsteady as rubber bands. She hobbled first then grabbed onto his arm for support Together they made it into the bathroom.
Virginia dropped down on the toilet. It occurred to her that she had not mentioned anything about peeing. "How did you know?" she asked.
"Natural body movement," he explained. "Gals always got to pee after fucking. Just something that they do."
Virginia had never thought of that. She pressed her thighs together once more and waited for the familiar sensation of urine trickling out of her urethra. "You know this feels funny," she said, as the yellow water splashed into the basin. "I mean guys don't normally watch girls making water."
It was the silence that followed that hinted at what was to come. Virginia looked up surprised at the stern, disapproving expression on his face. It was the face of a man not quite finished with his work, as if something else needed to be done. At that instant she saw his hand. It held his limp cock, the wrinkled face staring at her.
"You must be joking," she said astonished at such raw sexuality. "You must be out of your mind."
"Please," he asked in a monotone. "Just us. Together ... I think you'll like it." He wiggled his cock. "You won't know until you've tried it."
She felt the surge of urine leaving her body. It gushed out like water bursting over a dam splashing on the porcelain bowl so droplets bounced back onto her thighs. She looked up at the penis and felt once more the terrible agony of expectation, the sensation that trumpets the alarm of sexual stimulation.
"Yes!" she said with a bowed head. "Go ahead."
The stream of pee erupted from his shaft and bounced against her tits. It was so warm and forceful against her skin that she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she screamed, surprised at the strange way it aroused her. "Oh my gooodnessss!!"
Stone moved his prick nozzle in a concentric circle. He washed down her cunt and tits, spraying pee freely all over her skin. His yellow water coated her from head to foot as it soaked into her crotch and onto her thighs.
When he had finished, he looked down at her and said "I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." It was a stupid remark, but he was at a loss for words. Somehow an apology seemed in order. Or at least a few words of explanation, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Besides, he felt good and was not ashamed of enjoying sex in all its many forms. And apparently, Virginia did not feel ashamed either.
"I-I don't know what to say," she began. "This has been the strangest day of my life."
"Me too," said Stone. Next door he heard muffled cries of a girl and several men. At least that is what it sounded like. "Goodbye," he said running back to the bedroom. He wondered, as he tucked his shirt into his pants what all the commotion was about.
CHAPTER NINE
In the hallway, Stone greeted a sea of blue shirts. Cops spilled out of the twin elevator compartments and swarmed down the hallways. Doors were kicked in and chaos quickly spread as whores, tricks, pimps, dope dealers ran out of the bedrooms screaming and yelling for dear life.
A burly blue shirt pinned Stone against the wall. "Thaf s far enough," he said. In a blurr of motion, he whipped out the chrome plated cuffs and secured his wrist. "Come on buddy, get the other one out," he snapped. "Ain't got all day. You're going down town."
Instinctively, Stone reached for his wallet "What seems to be the trouble, officer?"
Before he could be stopped, Stone had pulled out two tens and held them before the cop's started face.
"Hey, is this a bribe," snarled the officer. He waved his night stick menacingly.
"Not at all," chirped Stone. "It's twenty bucks. I prefer paying my fine whatever the crime might be in advance."
The cop hesitated. There was sense in what the man said. Paying fines up front like that meant less paper work for him, and more time out on the street thumping flashers and winos. "The chiefs orders," the cop said taking ten spots. Quickly he unlocked the cuffs freeing Stone's arm. "He promised to clean up this city and now he's doing it."
Stone patted the officer on the shoulder. "A noble idea. I hope it works out-for your sake."
"Thanks. I just wish there were more concerned citizens like yourself and maybe this city wouldn't be in the mess it's in now."
Stone bolted into room 419 one step ahead of a squad of coppers. He saw Stan sitting on the bed, a girl's face buried between his legs.
"That's good, baby, just keep cleaning my pecker," Stan was saying. Then seeing the cop his mood changed. "What the fuck is going on."
"It's a bust, Stan," yelled Stone. "Let's haul ass."
A passing cop brushed him aside and losing his balance Stone fell to the floor. It was then that he saw a truly astonishing sight. As Stan whirled off the bed and into his clothes, the girl who had so eagerly been cleaning his spent pecker raised her head. Her eyes were wide as saucers with fear and her tits bounced before her as one cop grabbed her by the arm and took her upstairs.
"No, it can't be," said Stone. The scene took only a millisecond what with Stone crashing down to the floor while the girl bolted for freedom. When he raised his head, she was gone. And before he had time to think things out, Stan was wasting cops left and right with karate chops. It was like the old Saigon days when they had to fight their ways through gooks.
"Goddamn," he said inflicting an open hand slash to a man's neck. He dodged a night stick that slammed down on the desk and kneed the officer in the balls. "Just like the fucking good old days."
Things were happening too fast to contemplate the past. The bulls were angry at getting clobbered and amount of ten and twenty dollar handouts were going to get them off. He rose to his feet weaving and dodging the kicks and punches of the cops and then started landing a few punches.
"Get your fucking clothes on," he yelled. "We're getting out of here." He pulled a night stick from a fallen cop and started cutting a swath through the blue shirts. Pandemonium reigned as cops and outraged patrons slugged it out.
"Hot damn! Hot fucking damn!" screamed Stan. It was a day to remember. One hell of a day.
CHAPTER TEN
Ruth Ann felt as if her arm were being yanked out of its socket. The cop pulled her through the melee of the fourth floor and pushed her into the open elevator.
Three other officers waited outside. They were tall, big shouldered men with stoic features. Ruth Ann cringed, holding her arms tightly wishing that it had never happened, that she had never taken the pimp's advice and come to the hotel.
The elevator doors closed and with it Ruth Ann's last desperate chance at saving herself. The elevator car jerked abruptly as the car ascended to the top floor.
"W-w-where am I going," she asked. The three officers stood as if she had not said a word. In fact, their response to her was one of callous indifference. She was naked and scared. Her body pulsated like a distant star in a far galaxy. She exhibited all the innocence and childish fear that one expected from a neophyte hooker.
Yet the cops did not notice this. Or if they did, they choose to ignore it. Or were ordered to ignore it.
To these men I'm just a few extra pounds of weight in an elevator car, she thought. Why I don't even exist in their eyes. I'm not even here.
When the doors finally opened, Ruth Ann had convinced herself that whatever lay ahead of her would not be easy. A rash of goosebumps rose along her back. As she stepped out of the elevator and was led down the dimly lit hallway to a hotel suite. The officer knocked three times and when the door cracked open he pushed her inside, though not before adding an ominous "good luck" as he did.
The door slammed and two hands out of nowhere grabbed her and threw her through space. She felt herself taking off and sailing through the air before landing on a bed. Immediately she was grabbed and a hand kept the scream in her throat from getting any further than her lips.
There were more hands and more sweaty flesh. She was being twisted and used, twisted and abused! A mouth came down on her tit, then another mouth followed latching on her nipple.
"I'm gonna suck them big titties till the cows come home," said a voice. "And that ain't all I'm gonna do."
She thrashed out with her legs, but another hand was between her legs gliding into her cooze. A finger stuck into her hole. It wiggled like a worm inside her cunny.
"Just shut the fuck up sweet heart and lay back," laughed another voice out loud. "We gonna have us a good old time."
It felt like a thousand pair of hands and tongues were sucking and caressing her flesh at once. Every turn of her hip, each thrust of her breast brought new stimulation to her.
"Fucking-a," said a hoarse voice. "Soft and wet. She's wet all over everywhere."
This brought an enormous laugh from everyone. Ruth Ann, terrified and puzzled at the same time, wondered what they meant. The fear in her made her flesh tremble. And with every shake another nervous pleasure sensation was released. She twisted her cunt against the finger jammed inside and started to hump. Wild frantic humping. It was crazy what fear did to women. Ruth Ann pumped like crazy. She felt him wiggle about inside and while she attacked the foreign digit in her slit, a new and different sensation was taking place at the back end of her thighs.
"Not there! God they wouldn't go back there!!"
"Boy, feel this cunt squirm," said a third voice. Suddenly a hand whacked her smartly across the rump. "Now hold your ass still! Just do as I say, and you'll be all right."
He crammed his forefinger up her bunghole. Her button size asshole fought back, but he kept squirming and pushing his way up her butt until he was all the way inside. Now two fingers drilled her body and they were doing it in unison. One fucked from behind and one in front.
"I want the little hooker to suck me," said someone behind her. "And fuck me. My balls ache worse than anything."
"Stick it in her," said the asshole man. "She's tight as a virgin. I'll root her out some, but she's still cherry as they come."
Ruth Ann felt the two flaming rods burning trails up into her guts and was seized by a desperate urgency to fuck and fuck and fuck until she lay exhausted. The coarse acting men, handling her like so much butcher shop meat had rid her of the shame and terrible loneliness that a prostitute is prone to feel. Now she wanted sex. She wanted to eat it and suck it and fuck it. She wanted sex driving into her cunt and searing a pathway up her asshole. She wanted a man's crude, insensitive member thrust into her loins.
"Fuck me!" she screamed as the fingers widened her cunt. Stretched out her asshole. "Fuck me! Oh dear Lord, fuck me before I scream!"
Then she experienced what was becoming a familiar sensation. She heard pants dropping to the floor and then the weight of a man's body as he rose up on the bed and settled between her legs.
"I'm gonna rut this critter," he said. "Teach this young thing a lesson or two."
"All right chief," grunted another voice. "I got her arms. Just do your thing."
He dragged his cock up and down her leg, feeling with some satisfaction the girl's skin as it goosefleshed. He rubbed up her thighs and then into the split of her ass cheeks. He pulled his finger out and peeled back the twin loaves of her buttocks.
Amazingly, she did not resist. In fact she arched her two beautiful muffins up in the air and split her crack open for him.
"You sure this is virgin stuff!" snapped the chief.
"Yeah, that's what Smiley the clerk said," said someone.
"If that fucker lied to me," said the chief, "I'll string him up by the balls."
The chief turned his attention back to the girl's rump. He pulled a jar of heavy body cream from the bedside table drawer and worked great finger fulls into her asshole.
"Hmmmmm!!!" sighed Ruth Ann. The goo felt warm and wonderful up her butt and, as she humped against the finger fucking her cunt from below, she wondered what the men had in store for her. Surely, one was going to stick his wand into her juicy rump. Why else all the reaming and the gooey creams. She wiggled her butt cheeks seductively. He felt wonderful down deep inside her. Her butt felt tight and squeaked like a fresh cunt! And that's what was happening. A man had fucked her cunt. Now one was going to fuck her asshole. Use her asshole for a cunt!
"Ok, baby, we'll start with me," said the chief. He grooved his fuck stick between her ass cheeks. It slipped through the grease up to her tight, bunghole button. He began pumping slowly. Deliberately. Bestially! The girl began crying as he inched into her. "Easy, baby, that's a good girl! Take it inside you," the chief said. Inch by inch he dug into her, breaking down the girl's scant resistance, probing her virgin hole. Fucking her asshole.
"Jesus, she's tight," he said, now slow stroking her. Nice and easy. Careful and slow. He pressed down on her butt cheeks to start her rhythm fucking. "Can you feel that, Miss Hot Butt," he laughed. "That's my cock. You've got all my cock in your asshole."
Ruth Ann knew it was the truth. It was like a hot torch burning in her stomach, the tip flaming her virgin channel with wild, painful explosions.
"See, she's fucking her asshole!"
Ruth Ann set down a nice, steady rhythm. The cock slid into the grease welled in her butt channel. Hands grasped her tightly and swung her backwards. Now she was fucking but upside down!
"Oh, what is thissss!" she hissed. Then it became clear. Too clear. She started to scream, jerking her buns wildly against the dick in her butt. She started to scream out in fear but was cut short as the second man's weight pressed down on her breasts and a tummy and his cruel sex stick worked up into her cunt. It crawled into her excited cunt like a frightened lizard. She felt the strong shaft wedge into her cunt. Now she was being fucked twice. In the ass! In the cunt!! Both together!
Stroking and fucking. Hunching and thrusting.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!!!" screamed Ruth Ann as the men stroked her two passion holes with perfectly timed strokes. The cocks slid into her going squish, squish as they slipped by the grease and cunt juice. Her body hopped and humped like a marionette on the end of a string. Faster and faster.
In a final gesture, Ruth Ann tried to pull up. She tried to rip her wildly stimulated body away from the men's craven lust. She pulled up and up. The greasy cocks slide back and she thought that she was almost free when both men drove into her. Together. Like two tree trunks smashing head on.
"Aaaaaiiieee!!!!" Her butt sagged and her cunt slammed together in a final frenzy of pleasure. She gripped the shafts and jerked against them. She pumped and heaved. Jerked and fucked.
"Ohhhhh!!" she screamed. Dicks in my asshole. In my cunt! Comming! Ohhhhh! Coming in my asshole! Coming in my cunt!!
She feared the men might rip her in two. Their joy sticks thundered home. Their hips slammed into action. They screamed and yelled, rearing their hips back in an orgy of lust and satisfaction.
"Commmmming!!!" The chief shot jism into the girl's asshole.
"Fuck and me tooo!!" screamed his friend as his dick erupted in her cunt. Juice spurted into her cavities. It filled her womb and dripped from her asshole. The two men pushed their cocks into her up to the hilt, their peckers bucking once and then again as sperm creamed her body.
Ruth Ann gasped and lay back to feel the mayonnaise-thick love cream spurt upwards into her cunt and her asshole. But there was still another surprise. One she didn't count on. Above her the third man was wildly masturbating. And he too was coming. His hot jizz spurted out in a thick stream and splattered across her tits and stomach. He stroked his dick again and again, his wild honey joining that of his friends.
"Ohhh, beautiful," said Ruth Ann feeling the sperm oozing across her nipples. "Ohhhh yess."
"Damn, that little heifer sure can do tricks with herself," said the chief. "My dick feels worn to a frazzle." He pulled his fast wilting dick out of her asshole and rolled off the bed.
"Yeah, she's too good for a place like this," said his partner dragging out of her cunt. Jism spilled out her legs and dripped down into a little pool on the linen sheets.
"You guys are just too much," said Ruth Ann. She collapsed on the bed remembering what one of the men had said. About the hotel clerk knowing these men and giving them her name. As they strapped up and said goodbye she thought about them. Wouldn't it be grand to do this again, she thought. Oh yes, that would be nice. And she knew just who to ask.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The cab driver was sipping on a soft drink watching the cops sweep through the red light zone with mild amusement when he spotted the two men running down the street. His laughter-curled lips turned to a tight, thin line. They were the same two stiffs he had picked up not more than half an hour before.
One of them-his regular customer-spotted his cab just as he was pulling away and in a mad dash they ran to the cab and jumped in.
For an instant, the driver thought he was had. Christ, they'll think I turned the screws loose, he thought. They'll think I set them up.
But that was not the case. "Are we glad to see you cabbie," said Stone. He patted the frightened driver on the shoulder. "Didn't think we'd ever make it out of there." He sucked in his breath trying to control his pounding heart. "Back to the office, ok. And try not to get us stopped. Last thing I want to look at is another blue shirt."
The fear vented from the cabbie's body. He threw the car into gear and started to laugh. "Anything you say, boss. I don't want the law down on me either."
As he settled back in the seat, sweat poured from Stone's face. He turned to his buddy who was laughing, holding his sides and generally carrying on. "W-w-what was the name of that chick you were with?" he asked.
Stan turned towards him. "Isn't that funny, ol' buddy. I knew it, but in all the excitement I plum forgot."
"Well, just as well," said Stone. "For a second I would have swore that.. . well, fuck it. That's impossible." They drove on, their silence broken by Stan's bursts of uncontrollable laughter. "Damn just like Vietnam, don't you think. Damn if it wasn't."
The whore house had been one adventure. But what waited for them back in the office was another thrill. One that neither of them, as they walked through the front door, would have expected.
"Have a good time, boss," said Ginger. "Out dodging cops. That must really be a thrill." The two assistant filing secretaries had left for lunch. Which left only Ginger in the office.
"I ain't so fucking dumb, boss," she continued. "Can't keep a good news story down in this town. I've been listening to the radio about how the cops are busting up the Gilbey Park hotels. Well, it didn't register at first. You acting funny and all. But the way you two came rushing in here, your clothes all torn and your pants half falling off. Well, it don't take a genius to know where you two have been."
Stone was in no mood for playing games. He could deny the accusation or he could get huffy and fire her on the spot or he could.. ..
"I'll talk to you later, Ginger," he answered wearily. He trudged into his office, the weight of the hour's past excitement pressing down on him.
Once inside, Stan said, "that bitch is too much. She's just asking for a good fucking." He grinned at his old war buddy. "And the mood I'm in, she might just get what she wants."
I can't believe this, thought Stone. His life lay like a soiled mess before him. He ran to whore houses during his lunch break fucking girls young enough to be his own daughter. Then the cops and the brawling and the mad dash to the office. This was no way for a man to live. He needed time to sort things out. He desperately wanted a firm solid, goal in life, an anchor that would give him roots, that would bring meaning to his life.
He needed an anchor, but not an albatross. And not around his neck.
The door flew open. Ginger walked in. She isn't wearing a bra to work, thought Stone. And probably no panties either. There was a wicked, lascivious look in her eyes.
"I just decided on a raise," she said smartly. Her breasts rustled under the tight fitting blouse. "About double what I'm making now.
"I think you're full of shit," said Stone. Suddenly he was angry. Angry at himself. He turned towards Stan whose eyes were glued on Ginger's nipples. "You don't talk to me this way, Ginger. You act like a secretary is supposed to act or you get the fuck out!"
The echo of his voice rang through the office. It didn't phase Ginger. "You give me that raise, Mr. Hot Pants, or I go straight to the coppers. I tell them the whole story."
Stone was so surprised at his secretary's aggressiveness he didn't know what to do. "I don't believe it," he said. But his buddy understood and before Stone could stop him, Stan was in front of the desk, staring down at Ginger. "Fuck! You want to go to the police, let's give them a story worth listening to." His hand came down in an arch catching the shoulder of Ginger's blouse.
RRRRRIP!
The sound of cloth tearing jolted Stone. The sight of Ginger's cone shaped breasts jiggling free before his eyes excited him. Jesus, is she built! It was surprising how much larger her breasts looked without a shirt. Only a thin piece of fabric, but it made all the difference.
"You fucking pervert," screamed Ginger. Yet she made no attempt to hide her breasts. If anything, she pushed them towards Stan. The nipples were hard and red and they jutted defiantly up at his excited gaze.
"Look at those titties," Stan said amazed that her glans could be so big and stand out so firm without a bra. His dick went hard just staring. "Incredible! Hot damn them 'nam gooks don't have nothing like you got."
Stan pulled her close to him. She struggled in his arms, but he managed to get his face down on her neck and then still further down on her tits. He licked and sucked her nipples.
Ginger yelled. She pounded on his back and kicked viciously at his legs, but her futile defense did not stop Stan from licking and sucking her nipples. He tugged and teased the hard ends with his teeth, feeling the red skin gorge with blood. Then he teased them some more. Always sucking on the nipple. Always exciting her breasts.
"Hmmmmm!" groaned Ginger, going limp in his arms. His lips felt fantastic against her skin. It had been a long time since she'd had a man. And now she had a real man! A real, no nonsense man who ripped off her blouse and sucked on her breasts like he owned them!
She wiggled in his arms. This only excited her more. His face burrowed into her golden globes, his teeth spreading warmth into her chest and down through her body.
Stan pulled her upwards and stuck a knee between her legs. He pushed her onto the desk and slid a hand between her thighs.
"What are you doing!" she cried out in surprise. "Stop! God, not here. Not in front of my boss!"
Yet her urgent pleas went unheeded. He kept pushing his body onto hers and his hands kept fooling with her. He was up along her thighs, his fingers lunging ever upward until they curled around her panties. He was tugging on her panties! Wrapping his fingers in the nylon fabric now soaked with her cunt juices. She tingled with excitement, yet she fought for dear life. She wanted him and she didn't. Ginger couldn't make up her mind.
So Stan made it for her. "Silly cunt! Just lay back with those nice tits and that big cunt and let little old me fuck you like you want to be fucked."
"Oh no!" she cried.
He was into her now, his hand having found her cooze, and a finger was slipping between her cunt lips, driving into the dark, sweaty passage beyond.
"Oh, don't," she protested, as the slow, process of finger fucking began. In and out went his forefinger. His mouth continued to suck her nipples while his hand hugged on her cunt.
Ginger reached the startling conclusion that she was about to be fucked by this man and there was nothing she could do about it. Her rigid muscles went soft and she squeezed with her buttocks making undulating motions as she did.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, twisting her sex mound against the searching hand. "Ohhhhh goooood!!"
Stan stripped the skirt from her body and in a sudden flash of motion ripped the panties from her body. He was a slow, methodical man when it came to sex, But the rich, oily smells oozing from her twat, made him impulsive. He wanted her now. He lusted for the soft, squishy sensation of cunt meat enveloping his prick. He wanted her hugging his dick, humping against him as he drove his shaft into her womanhood.
"Goddam! My dick is so hot I could explode," he shouted. He pulled her thighs roughly apart and pushed his face into the sweaty V of her crotch.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Ginger groaned. His tongue was like liquid fire lapping in her hole. He curled it around her pubic hair and buried it into her slit. She pumped harder than ever. Sex seethed inside her womb. It rippled along her muscles and electrified her nerves. She humped her hips and squeezed her thighs around his face. Don't leave me, her gestures seemed to say. Don't quit until you lick my cunt the way I want it to be licked.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he growled. "Fuck you within an inch of your life." He pulled his head abruptly from her crack and dropped his pants.
Ginger stared at his throbbing member. He seemed ready to push his wild man pole into her immediately. "Don't you want me to suck you?" she said. "Don't you want to be nice and wet when . .. you go inside me."
"Sweetheart, you got me all wrong," he laughed. "Nice wet prick in your hole. Nice, squishy cock meat to cool your guts. No strain, no pain isn't that what you mean."
He moved between her thighs. His hands grasped her butt cheeks. His strength burrowed into her making her defenseless. "Fuck you bitch. You're going to feel me fucking you. Every last wonderful inch!" He twisted her hips and drove his fuck stick between her dripping cunt lips.
"AAAHHHHH!!!!" Ginger had never experienced anything so forceful before. It felt like a thick pole being shoved up between her thighs. Her cunt was jolted. The tender walls of her vagina screamed with pain.
"Oh stop! Ahhhh! Stop." She thrashed on the table trying desperately to gain her freedom. The shaft bucked inside her. It pushed upwards into her meat. Her cunt muscles strained against his shaft, trying to stop his penetration.
"Don't fight me!" bellowed Stan. He banged at her cunt door, pushing his penis forward like a battering ram. He rammed her cunt. Again! And again! He fucked her. And pumped her. He squeezed his hot meat into her slit and made a hole. A very big hole. Not all the screaming and the crying could stop him. He had one purpose in mind. To spread out her cunt hole and then fuck her until she went crazy. And that was what he was going to do.
"It hurts so!" she screamed. And it did hurt. Her cunt was not used to so much hard fucking at once. He jimmied and jived in her porthole sticking his long shaft into her sticky wetness again and again.
She thought her crotch would be split in two. She stretched out slowly at first. Then more and more as he thrust into her. It seemed just when she knew her cunt could not accommodate one more inch of cock that her skin stretched and his shaft went in further.
"Fuck with your hips, cunt!" cursed Stan. "Moved up and down." Ginger did as she was told. She hunched her hips in a slow, steady beat. The renting of her flesh never happened. What did happen however was truly amazing.
He's all inside me, she thought. Every last wonderful inch of him. He's inside and he's pumping my cunt with his dick. It seemed incredible to her. All these months she had begged for sex and here it was. A huge sex pole stuck between her legs and an angry man screaming at her to fuck him, to satisfy his lust.
Ginger started the slow, steady rhythm of sex. She arched her back and pumped upward with her hips, grinding her sex against each powerful thrust of cock meat.
His dick slipped in and out. Her cunt juices wetted his rawness and he slid into her with a gushy, popping sound. "That's my baby," said Stan. "Keep fucking."
The liquid oils of love seeped from the slit. It greased her loins and drops trickled down her ass cheeks. I'm so wet! So fucking wet I can't believe it, she thought. The harder she fucked the wetter she got.
"Ohhhhh wonderful!!" she groaned. She was alive with movement. Hunching hips, pumping crotch, twisting and corkscrewing thighs, Ginger was going at it.
"Fuck! Come on . .. fuck me!" She was half pleading and half demanding. Stan was showing the strain of his ardor. He grunted with each thrust into her cunt sleeve. Her belly sucked down on his manhood. She humped and squeezed. She was fucking. Fucking hard! Very hard! Her cunt closed in tight. Stan screamed out! She squeezed and squeezed feeling the dick trapped inside her. She felt wild and in control. Her organs lusted for more and more sex.
He gave them more. Until there was no more to give. "Commmmming!!!" His cock felt like a sword going into her scabbard. "Come! Oh come!! Come with me!!" Her twat was pumping furiously. Joyously. And then ecstatically as her hot, tired loins felt the first rush of thick, salty cock cream shoot into her cunt. She corkscrewed her hips and pumped hard. Juice gushed into her. It flooded her cunt; pushed into her womb. It kept coming and coming and coming.... "Aaaaah!!!" she cried softly, her hips flopping about as her twat sucked up the juice "Ahhhhhh!!"
Through it all Stone watched impassively. He tried not to show the gut wrenching emotion he felt. His mind wandered back to a whorehouse where he had fucked a nice young girl that looked like his daughter. It wandered further back to a bathroom. To a huge ugly dildo stuck between his daughter's legs. "Oh," he said softly. "What am I going to do now. What am I going to do."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gilbey Park went through a startling transformation immediately following the police crack down. With all the hookers gone, the business of ice cream vendors, balloon sellers and other street merchants nose dived. The prostitutes were gone, but so was the rest of the populace. It seemed that no one wanted to be downtown.
After several weeks, however, the park went through still another change. The girls of the night still stayed away. But the park, following a rash of strange attacks on young girls began to fill up again. During the day there was still only a trickle of people. But at night, the scene changed. Young girls seemed drawn to the park. Most did not tell their parents where they were headed. If they did, they would never make it out of the house. So they lied about their destinations, just as they lied to themselves about the reason for going to Gilbey Park. There were the usual excuses such as "I hear it's dangerous" or "I want to see the place the cops tore up", but actually the motivation for their strange actions came from a different, much deeper source than curiosity.
"How late are you staying?" questioned the girl.
"However long it takes," said her friend though she instantly regretted the remark. "We've been here so long a couple of hours more won't kill us."
"Well I'm going home," said the first girl. She rose up from her sleeping bag and began rolling it up. "It's almost 10 o'clock and if he doesn't come out now, he never will." She folded the light-weight bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Well, guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, so long," said her friend. In the pause that followed Ginny Johnson was sure she heard the sound of feet running along the grass.
She whirled around and stared. Nothing. Just the sound of swaying tree boughs and the rustle of bushes in the gentle evening breeze. Off in the distance came the clicking sound of her friend running down the sidewalk. After a few seconds, the noise trailed off into nothing and Ginny realized she was alone.
Well, not all alone.
Up in the elm tree crouched a man. His thighs ached from staying still all these hours, but he could hardly move. Not while the two girls below him chattered away. The sensation was gone from his legs and he rubbed them with his hands to get the blood moving again. The pain was terrible. It had started in his legs and worked into the muscles of his back. It felt like needles being shoved into his flesh. He rubbed his legs and bit his lower lip to muffle any outcry he might make. He was preparing himself so when he jumped from the tree there would be no noise.
He watched the girl. For all these hours his eyes had never left her body. Even wrapped up in the sleeping bag, she looked sensational. What with the darkness and the fatigue, she appeared like a dream to him. He fell in love with her voice. The deep, throaty laugh seemed out of place for a girl as young and innocent as the one lying below him. Feeling had returned to his legs. He rubbed his hands and prepared himself for the jump. For the first time that night a smile broke across his thin lips.
Ginny closed her eyes and yawned. The night has been a dud, she told herself. As her eyes flickered open, she felt a rush of wind against her face. Her heart was hammering a mile a minute. She looked up and saw only darkness. Or did until the hand reached out and cupped her mouth.
She twisted away and found herself clasped firmly. She gasped as his second hand reached into the sleeping bag and grabbed her cunt.
"I heard you," the man whispered. "I know why you come here to the park. Sex brings you. My sex! My cock!"
For one wild moment Ginny wanted to run away. Fear grabbed her abruptly and shook her like a dog would shake a bone. Her nerves tingled with energy.
The man reached inside her pants and touched her wet twat. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch yourself. Tell me sex does not excite you."
Ginny squirmed. Her twat was wet, she didn't have to be told. She had been wet for weeks now. Every moment of every day, her cunt weeped for excitement. She wanted a man, couldn't find one, and the idea of going without one for a minute longer was intolerable to accept. She squirmed against his hand, rolling her pelvis as his finger sank into her quim.
He thrusted forward, pulling back his trench coat and pushed his male gland into her hand.
"Touch it," he said. "Go ahead. Take it in your hand and feel the shaft."
Ginny did. She half way wanted to giggle yet she was too excited-or terrified-to do so. She reached out and grabbed his prick nearly jumping back as she did so. It's huge, she thought So big! Oh my God he's tike an animal!"
He pushed closer and at the same instant brought her face down to his crotch. "Suck!" he said curtly. "Suck my cock!"
Ginny felt her head being wrenched upwards. She was so excited by his enormous glan that she nearly peed. The prick face brushed her lips. "Suck!" he said. "Come on, in you go!"
Oh wait till I tell Barbara, thought Ginny. She thrust her face into the dark V of his legs and felt his cock brush against her face. He had missed. It was crazy and she sought after him with her lips, searching for his cock so it could slip into her mouth.
The man grasped her head and pulled the girl's face down on his wand. He felt her face rebound and he twisted around letting the urchin suck him in while he worked his finger into her cunt hole.
"Good girl!" he whispered. For a few precious seconds he could hear the gentle breeze whirling through the leaves. It was peaceful and nice. And at the same moment he listened for the soft noises of the girl's sucking mouth and the firm squish of her cunt Ginny was rhythm fucking herself into a frenzy. A finger in her cunt and a hard-on in her mouth. Sweat exploded from her pores. It dribbled down her skin and collected in the ravine of her legs. She humped against the finger in her cunt. Her womb gushed with juice. The finger that jammed her slit was real. Very real! She humped her hips against him, and sucked on his cock. This was no dream to Ginny. She was being fingered and being mouth fucked by a man. A real man! And she was going crazy.
"Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh!" she screamed to herself.
She curled out of the sleeping bag and slid out of her trousers. The ground tickled her feet as she planted them firmly on the ground and began hunching her cunt mound forward.
"Hey, that's good fucking," groaned her man. He wormed his cock around in her face until his shaft was loaded with spit.
Her mouth was deep and moist like a well hole dug in fertile earth. He could mouth fuck the bitch. Just jerk his shaft in and out of all that rich goodness and shoot wads of come into her face. He had done that before and the feeling was sensational. But her cunt was nice and once again he wanted the feeling of a womanly pelt nestled against his cock.
For Ginny, the excitement was greater and greater. In that moment she felt all the air escape her lungs and she nearly cried out when he withdrew his manhood from her leaking lips. "Pleaseeeee," she cried.
"Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear. It was bizarre making torrid love in the park and never talking above a hoarse whisper. Yet it was this wild intimacy established between rapist and victim that made these dalliances in the park so memorable.
"Are you ready to love my cock?" he said, asking her. Pleading with her.
"Oh, yes! God, yes!" she moaned in a quavering voice. She wrapped her arms around his hips and pulled him down on top of her. She grabbed for his sex stick. It evaded her, wiggling around the lips of her cunt with a teasing dislike for her. "Oh, please! Do it now!!"
He stretched out her thighs and pushed hard. His penis finally found the opening. It was hard as a baseball bat and as it followed the old path to her urine soaked twat. He felt her recoil as his pole entered her cunt sleeve and he experienced a jolt for himself when he found her much tighter than expected. The twat he was fucking had hardly been touched!
"Aaaaahhhh!!" she screamed before he clamped a hand over her mouth. He stopped pumping dick into her slot, until her sleeve opened up so he could push in further.
Oh, feel it, she gasped. His thick cock brushed against her cunt lips as it travelled upwards. She spread open like soft flower petals blossoming in summer. His poker slid up her hot channel, gliding through the steamy pink sex passage, luxuriating in the intense pleasure that he was stuffing into her sex hole.
His cock took the brunt of the attack. It was being rubbed by two velvet soft cunt lips that seemed to twist it and writhe around it until it was ready to cry for mercy. More than that, she seemed never willing to give up. He stuck hot, passionate cock into her chasm. She returned his strokes with equal passion and excitement.
"Jesus, you can suck good and fuck," he gasped. The trench coat was getting in his way yet he dared not take it off. He had to conceal his identity. Still he wished to feel her soft, adolescent body pressing against him. He wanted the nubs of her breasts pushing against him. He wanted her sweaty flesh squirming underneath him like an eel caught on a flaming poker.
Ginny cried out loudly this time. She had never felt such exquisite pleasure in her whole life. Every cell was jumping around in her body, every muscle was flexing and flinching. She could not deny herself sex a second longer. Her hips flailed up and down on the ground as she surrendered her body to his demanding cock.
"Stick it in me deeper, deeper, DEEPER!"
He groaned under her weight, then his body became charged with electricity as his mind swirled with happiness. He pulled his cock from the clutches of her dribbling sex sore and pulled himself to his knees.
"Why," she could only ask. "Why have you denied me?" Then she was moving through black space. He yanked her upright and pinned her against the tree, pushing her so hard against the trunk that for an instant she thought a rib was cracked.
"Hang on the limbs," he ordered. Before Ginny could speak, he had her arms draped over the leafy boughs of the elm tree. His balls had worked up a trace of come and this he pressed against her thighs, dragging the gooey spindle of juice across her satiny skin and into the hair patch of her crotch.
"Open your legs," he ordered.
Ginny was so happy that she nearly fell down. "Oh, you're not stopping! Oh thank you! Oh thank. . ." Then once again he was teasing her cunt, only this time it was his pecker that he dragged across her cunt lips. He jerked his balls through the V of her crotch and mixed their pubic bushes into one thick nest of sweaty hair.
"Oh, it's so wonderful," she gasped grabbing onto the tree branches. She curled herself against the tree supporting her body weight while the shaft ripped into her fetid loins. Her cunt passage opened and closed at a steady ever increasing pace. Her legs quivered as he pulled on them and as she gripped him around the waist. She held him while he fucked her. Held him for dear life.
"I can't take it anymore," she screamed. "You must! Oh God you must. You have to come! Come right now!!"
The man's cock was swollen twice normal size. It was if his organ had been pumped full of thick come and then trapped inside. The harder he fucked, the more come spilled into his packed cock stem. The pain was excruciating. It hurt worse than anything he could remember. He felt like a time bomb ready to explode.
"I want to," he said, leaning close, the secret of their amorous coupling still hidden from the rest of the world. "If I could, if I could."
With her legs wrapped around him, the powerful scent of her cunt hole rose up to his nostrils. It smelled sweet as jasmine and as rich as the most precious oils of the middle east. He never ceased marveling about the mysteries of a woman's body. They had so many ways to excite you. Their smell, their heat, their animal strength ... all weapons used in the battle of love.
He felt his juices flowing and with great relief he felt his pecker all ready to shoot out its sticky, hot message. He pumped Ginny's hole with a flurry of violent thrusts and then at last he spurted into her hole. He shot long, strings of white, spindly sperm threads up into her cunt.
"Aaaaiiieee!" she screamed, as her hips shuddered against his pecker. She clung to the tree while he pulled on her hips so his cock would enter her horizontal body with maximum force. His fluid poured into her chasm.
"Love it," she cried. "Oh, I love it! It's great!" She rolled her airborn hips and bucked her twat against the sea of sperm shooting into her portal. She was half dreaming, experiencing one orgasm after another. It was life all over again. She felt like a woman. A strong, determined, living breathing sexual woman.
Her lover could feel this trembling new awareness in her body and he was happy for her. She had been wonderful, a really good lay. But his search for the one, perfect girl was hardly over. And quietly as he dropped her to the ground and kissed her goodbye, he wondered when his nightmare journey would end.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The morning headlines looked bad. The police chief Ed Jones read them several times moving his lips as he read. In huge type taking up half the front page where the words: Hookers Out: Rapists In, It was the kind of headline that made the chief hate the news media. He crushed the morning paper into a ball and threw it into the waste can.
"Those sons-of-bitches never get it right," he snarled. The station house coffee churned in his stomach. He had cleaned up the Gilbey Park, easily the most infamous part of the downtown and now he was rewarded by the newspapers over reacting to the rapes of a bunch of punk teenagers who didn't have sense enough to stay home at night.
It was early still and it was the kind of thing that would ruin the rest of his day. The press should be giving him a medal for his actions, the chief thought. Instead they piled on this shit.
In the middle of his thoughts, the door opened and the Lieutenant walked in. His voice quavered as he spoke and his skin was ash white. "There's a girl here you should talk to," he said.
The chief glared. "Fuck, boy, throw her out." he snarled. "I've got things to do."
The chief turned to the window and puffed on the last half of his cigar wondering if harassing the news people would be a good way to bring their thinking around.
Engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't immediately recognize Ruth Ann when she walked in. The chief's ugly face broke out in a broken smile as he looked at the comely young blonde with the polka dot dress on.
"The chief," said Ruth Ann. "Sure I remember you." She walked over to the desk and sat down crossing her legs. The chief's eyebrows snapped to attention. The blonde wore no panties! He stared up into the nicest, juiciest young beaver he'd seen in some time.
"Perhaps," she began, "you're wondering who I am. Well, I'll tell you. I'm the young girl in room 419 of the Hotel Windsor. I'm the girl your men dragged into the elevator and up to the top floor."
The coffee formed an ugly knot at the pit of the chief's stomach. He had the sudden urge to puke.
"Christ's sake, this is some way to run a police station," he snapped. "How did you get this far without being stopped by my men. What is a slut-hooker-scumbag doing in my office?"
"The lieutenant let me in," she said standing up. "He remembered me." She reached behind her neck and unzipped the' dress. It fell silently to the floor. Ruth Ann's sensuous body gleamed before the chief's startled eyes like a precious jewel.
"Holy Shit!" He was too startled to move. He stood and watched like a punk kid being introduced to original sin. "Holy fucking shit!"
Ruth Ann's beaver mound was wet and glistening. The Lieutenant remembered all right. And she saw no reason that his good memory should go unrewarded.
"You and the boys had some fun that day," she said stepping out of the dress. Her breasts hung like water filled gourds from her chest. The nipples stood out like tiny hard rubber mounds. Her breasts were firm and well shaped and they barely swayed as Ruth Ann walked before the chief and began grinding her pelvis into his crotch.
She had not forgotten that day. She could still feel the chief's cock wedged between her ass cheeks. He had drilled a pathway through her virgin butt and then sealed it with long spurts of jism.
She unzipped his fly. "Say something, chief," she said. His prick flipped out of his pants. It was every bit as long and thick as she remembered. As she stroked the foreskin, the organ flipped about in her hand. She reached in and gingerly pulled on his balls, feeling his sperm bloat up inside the nut sack. She sweated now, losing her cool as the raging waves of sex washed over her. She continued stroking his balls and watched while the fat cock grew thicker and longer.
"Damn, little girl, that feels fine," groaned the chief. He pulled the young thing close, letting his hands slip down to those twin mounds of pleasure. He stroked her breasts, being sure to squeeze one nipple then the next while she continued jerking him off, oblivious almost to his caresses.
The chief didn't know what to do. His blood pounded through his arteries as he tried to figure out something. He wanted to fuck her everywhere. He wanted to sink his joint into her cooze and ram it up her asshole and cram it down her mouth. He wanted to feel her pungent juices squishing around his dick.
Her body shivered under his touch. He stroked carefully, rubbing his fingertips across the rash of goosebumps sprouting up along her tits. He drew a finger between her breasts remembering how that moronic sergeant had jerked off his dick where his finger now lay, and then drew it down into her hairy bush.
"Oooooh, you do remember!" she groaned closing her eyes. "Oh, this is fantastic!"
He was all hands and muscle and cock when he lifted her up on the desk top and caressed her satiny thighs. She opened her legs and groaned as he fingered her once more. She was wet! Christ, a day hadn't passed when she wasn't dripping with juice. All those years when no boy would touch her and now having broken the ice, she found sex to be an inexhaustible pleasure.
He placed her on the table and worked his finger in and out of her crack. Jesus, this cunt was something, he thought while spreading her out. She writhed on the table, moving her body this way and that, then without warning bent at the middle and grabbed his shaft.
"Frig it!" said the chief. It was the first thing that popped into his mind. "Yeah, frig my cock."
Slowly at first, she brought her hand up the shaft, tickling the conical head with quick, darting motions. She felt him stiffen, but continued to work away, bringing her soft palm up and down the rigid shaft. A few droplets of goo oozed out the head and she bent over and licked them away with her tongue. The salty, raw taste revolted her at first, but as more drops appeared and as she licked them down, she discovered the taste was pleasing.
"You know how to make my cock happy," laughed the chief. It was such a stupid situation that he had to laugh. Here in his office was a naked girl who was frigging his cock and sucking jizz out of his cock head while he fingered her cunt. Now that was something to rejoice over!
The feeling of giving a man so much pleasure thrilled her. She saw his sex pole as a wondrous organ that deserved her full respect. It was almost an honor to lower her head over the thick, wrinkled prick head and to move her tongue and lips up and down the soft, flabby skin that surrounded its iron shaft.
She pulled on his nuts and the chief groaned. It couldn't last forever. And he didn't want to waste her obvious talents with just a head job. No, his sophisticated talents demanded unusual sex stimulation.
"Come on wench," he snapped dragging her face from his seething crotch. "I'll show you a thing or two that will really blow your nut."
His fat pudgy hands were moving all over her tits, cunt and ass. He pushed her down to the floor onto her hands and knees and then pushed his knees in-between her. He felt the animal heat rising up from her panting body. It had a rough fragrance that incensed him. It traveled from his nose straight to his genitals and then back again. He smelled her cunt and her ass. The aromas did strange things to him. They made him mad. They made him want to fuck! To fuck her cunt!
Hey, whaa .. ." began Ruth Ann. Then she felt his dick fishing into the slime of her quim. It was long and thick, bigger in size as it squished into her loins than it had been in her mouth. The stem kept moving in deeper and deeper. She rolled her hips and nearly fainted when she felt the head of his cock way up There!
"Sit down," he ordered, pulling her loins down on his pole. "Sit like you were going to sit on your heels." She did and gasped again.
"My stomach!" she said. "It's fluttering. My whole body is shaking and quivering."
"It's gonna shake a whole lot more when I start feeding cock into your guts!!" He pushed her shoulders down so that her butt cheeks spread open like a freshly pollinated flower. He yanked hard on her ass cheeks and as she moved up, he began stroking her cunt dog style.
"Oooooooo!!!!" Her channel was hot and slippery smooth and her stretched out cunt took in his plunging dick. "Soooo gooood!" She swayed her hips as he slipped in and out of her cooze.
The sheriff rarely fucked girls from behind and the sensation of having his cock slice into her pussy while those tender ass cheeks banged down on his thighs sent him screaming to the rafters.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" he yelled. His arms held on to her hips as he hunched into her slot. Faster and faster he went. The tempo increased. His stroked came hard and fast. Her pink slit popped with excitement. Hot, warm pussy surround his throbbing, thrusting dick.
"Good fucking, damn almighty." His words came in short, wheezing gasps. He grabbed her firm breasts and squeezed the nipples.
Ruth Ann thought she might fuck herself to death. Her tummy felt all twisted up and her muscles were in knots. She never thought her cunt could take so much dick. It went in and in and in. Then out with a explosion. Her juice streamed down her legs. She felt his hands crawling on her breasts squeezing her nipples, holding her tits while he fucked her cunt.
"I'm coming," she said. Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought to control herself. She did not want to come just yet. It was her desire to last it out, to see how much pleasure her tiny cunt channel could take.
So she flexed her body, fighting the orgasm. Only her body shook all the harder. From head to foot she felt the chiefs red hot poker turning her on. Every atom of her body screamed for satisfaction. Her cunt did not listen to her as the gooey channel walls began the fluttering mating dance from which there was no return.
"Hurrrrrry!!" she screamed. "I'm coming. Right this minute." She was frightened, angry and passionate. Her cunt sleeve closed up as his cock hammered between her legs. The chief's deep moaning sounds meant he was feeling her sex, that her humping and pumping had turned him on. Made in hot. Made him want to fuck. Fuck her, fuck her cunt.
The chief labored like a slave. His sperm was dripping a drop at a time. But somehow he kept most of it from spilling into her cunt. He fucked through her sweating legs 'til she slumped forward in a screaming orgasmic rage.
"COMMMMMMMING!!!!!" The liquid fires of her womb ignited every living cell in her body. Passion shot from every pore. She was coming. The dick was fucking her hard. She was coming!
"Oh! Ohhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!!" she screamed, as the chief threw her down on the floor and pumped her cunt with several hard, deliberate strokes.
She was having an orgasm, but the chief wasn't. Not quite yet. He had a surprise for the little slut. He peeled back her buns and in a single, violent act ripped his cock free from her cunt and pushed the dripping head into the pulsating red hole of her ass channel.
"In! Get in!" The shaft throbbed with pain. He prodded her butt He pushed, pushed again and when the hole mushroomed open he drove his wand into her pungent smelling asshole and let go.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee" screamed Ruth Ann. The hot moist cream again thundered up her anal track. She humped her ass cheeks as the chief pile drived his dick into her, cursing and swearing. He fucked her asshole as hard as he fucked her cunt. And he came and came and came.
Ruth Ann fell exhausted to the floor her hips shaking convulsively. The world went swirling before her eyes and then went black. The chief crashed on top of her, his dick still spurting droplets of come into her butt.
When he finally withdrew from her butt his cock was soft and spent.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Overnight Gilbey Park created a sensation in Pleasantville. The alleged raping's were played down in the newspapers although the police blotter showed a number of complaints from women saying they had been assaulted while strolling through the park.
Actually Gilbey Park became the "in" place to go for the bored women. Housewives stuck at home, secretaries bored with their bosses, teenagers out of work. .. sooner or later they all made the trek down to the park seeking fun and adventure.
Ruth Ann, however, was not one of these girls. She had found a new home for herself at the police station. After her so called "heart to heart" discussion with the chief, all the cops wanted to be her friend. She was invited to late night parties held in the backroom of the station and she quickly got to know everyone.
It started out innocently enough. Daddy had left her another note saying he would not be home for dinner. So she dressed up in her tattered Levi's and mid-riff blouse and headed out to the station.
"We are here to serve ... here to protect," she said, repeating the motto of the Pleasantville police. It was good for the community that the peace officers felt that way, she rationalized. After all, that is their job.
Ruth Ann liked the cops. She had many things to thank them for, the least of which was her forceful introduction to sex. After the animal like behavior in the hotel followed by bestial lovemaking in the chief's office, Ruth Ann's outlook on life had changed. She felt free and uninhibited. It mean that she could have sex whenever her little cunny hole wanted it. It meant she could suck a man down and not feel guilty about it. Because that was what was on Ruth Ann's mind. She wanted to fuck and suck and feel joy juice spreading through her womb like water shot from a hose. And why shouldn't she? Sex was a clean, healthy function. And it was the perfect way for her to feel pure emotional-physical satisfaction.
She tugged at the midi blouse and pulled on her tight fitting Levi's. The heat continued despite predictions of the local weatherman. It hung like a death shroud over the city and there were no signs of its abatement. It was the longest heat wave in the city's history. Ruth Ann hated the heat and wished it would go away. She felt uncomfortable in the humid, sultry air and felt a wave of relief pass through her as she neared the station house. At least, the station was air conditioned.
The desk sergeant, a sleepy eyed veteran named Roscoe looked up at Ruth Ann as she walked in.
His expression changed immediately. His haggard face broke into a grin and his eyes squinted in tiny slits. He rubbed his hands together like a fish merchant about to make a sale and he started to laugh.
"Hey boys guess who showed up," he yelled into the microphone next to the desk. His amplified voice went booming through the station house. Suddenly Ruth Ann felt embarrassed at being the focal point of so much attention. She stood solemnly in front of the desk, her head bowed slightly and her hands clasped in front of her waist.
Suddenly, the front room was filled with police. Some were in uniform, but there were a good number of cops dressed in their off duty clothes. The room was jammed with cops which astonished Ruth Ann because she figured that most of the officers would be out patrolling the city, keeping the streets safe for the city folk.
Ruth Ann, unbeknownst to her, was a minor celebrity in the station house. And her presence created quite a turmoil. "Jesus, let me at her," said a voice in the background. Several more voices chimed. It was really something seeing all the cops in one room, thought Ruth Ann.
Their sheer animal magnetism spark a responsive cord deep in her conscious mind. She stared at the men in the front lines. Their eyes burned hot as coals as the men stared at the comely young girl before them. They had heard the stories about her twisting, gyrating body. The rumor circulating now had it that the chief had passed out while butt fucking this young thing and that she had revived him by taking his flaccid cock between her lips and sucking him clean. The eyes staring at her seemed to say, "Holy shit, that's that kind of girl I want to suck my cock!"
The tension in the room was enormous. It was thick enough to cut with a knife and it was doing strange things to the men. Heavy breathing was replaced by deep grunting and groaning. In the back of the room where Ruth Ann was obscured by the men in the front rows several disgruntled cops started arguing, and a few fistfights broke out.
Ruth Ann felt stimulated by the attention. Oh fuck me, cried Ruth Ann to herself. Spread out my thighs and thrust your sperm tube in between my eager pussy lips. Go ahead, gun my little cunt. Rut my little slit with your big gun until your sticky goo runs down my legs.
"Ruth Ann," said George, the big desk man. "Why don't you come with me." He took her by the arm and pushed his way through the milling crowd. "Keep your goddamn heads men," he said, pulling her quickly behind him. "There's plenty to go around."
There was dissension on this point, but George had enough time to get the girl through the door and into the backroom.
Ruth Ann looked around at the grey antiseptic walls and was astonished at what she saw. "Why this is the jail," she said. "What is going on. Am I under arrest?"
"No sweetheart," said George leading her past the cells, "This is for your own protection. The boys are a little jumpy outside."
Ruth Ann looked around. "I'll say. Those officers looked crazy enough to do just about anything. Why aren't they out on patrol?"
It was an honest question and George being a decent sort of guy, didn't want to tell her the truth. "Oh, just a slow night. But bet your boots, ma'am, they go into action the first hint of trouble."
George led the girl into the last cell. It was reserved for the classy prisoners who had lots of money to throw around or had political connections. It was bigger than the other cells and had wall to wall carpeting, a king sized waterbed, television and a mix drink bar with over 100 different liquors in stock.
"Nice place," said George absently. He closed the door behind him and for a moment the two were shrouded in darkness. "But I didn't bring you here on a tour," he began, his voice betraying his body's raging lust. "I just wanted to say. .. ."
George was hot enough to explode. And he did! His fingers reached for the girl's Levi's and pulled down on the front. He heard the buttons unsnapping and the zipper coming apart. He pulled her closed and clawed his way into her womanly goodness.
"Oh my!" screamed a very surprised Ruth Ann.
He jammed his fingers into her twat and pushed his lips around one well formed tit. His cock was straight up like a huge thermometer and the mercury was about to shoot out the end.
"Feeling good, baby?" screamed George. "Like my finger quim, darling? Tell me if you do."
"Yesssss!!!" she begged, her ninety-eight pounds writhing all over his sweat drenched body. "Take your clothes off. Take them off right now."
George ripped at the buttons holding his shirt together. His eyes never left the little nymph whose wiggling and jumping hips boiled up his passion. She struggled out of her clothes and stood before him while he fought with the belts and snaps that held his clothes on.
When finally undressed, he stared down at her loveliness. "All right baby," he growled. "Tell me where. Tell me where you want it."
Ruth Ann pointed between her legs. She tried to speak, but her mouth made only gurgling sounds.
"Maybe if I lick your flower first," he said. He pulled the girl up against his face so her body was upside down, her cunt pushed rudely before his face and eager lips. He jammed his tongue into her crease and licked at her female jelly oozing out of her slit.
"WHAAAAA" screamed Ruth Ann. Hot, raging fires licked at her quim. His tongue sank into her foaming hole like a lead weight. He was holding her upside down and plunging his face down into her slit.
"Fuck are you wet," he gasped bringing his face out of her cunny. "You smell ripe enough for plucking." He pulled Ruth Ann to the water bed. The water sloshed underneath them creating a gentle rocking motion. Ruth Ann now lay on the naked mattress, her legs kicking seductively in the air. Her young breasts pointed up in front of her, the nipples daring her lover to bring his lips down and taste their tempting treasures.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Don't you like me? Doesn't my body turn you on."
George didn't know what to say. He sat on the mattress stroking the girl's wetted pubic thatch and wondered where to start. She seemed so young and innocent. It was impossible, at least to his way of thinking, that a girl like this was responsible for all the crazy rumors floating around the station house.
Then she grabbed his cock. Not with her hand, but with her lips. She brought her face down on his hardened shaft and jerked vigorously.
"Jesus! Now I know how," he gasped, her hungry warmth nearly making him come. "And how I know!"
Ruth Ann thought that George had the nicest cock she had ever tasted. It was thick and strong, but it seemed to glide into her mouth with little or no effort. She sought out his testicles, a move that brought a groan to George's mouth, and gingerly rubbed the loose hanging glans. She loved rolling his nuts around in her fingers; she loved the way the oblong organs throbbed in her hands as they went about their business making sperm juice. She pulled her mouth from his cock and started stuffing his nut sack into her face. "Ohhhhh! This girl is it!" snapped George. The prize of his manhood was sloshing around in the hugging wetness of this girl's mouth. And the feeling drove him through the roof!
He reached around and drove a finger into her cooze. He was happy at the reaction as she bucked against his finger. He fucked her this way for several minutes laying back to enjoy having his balls licked.
Suddenly, the cell door opened and half a dozen other officers walked in. "What the hell," shouted George. He felt embarrassed and mad at being interrupted. But with a finger wedged in her goodies and her mouth inhaling his testicles, George was in no position to put up a fight.
"Get out," he said weakly. His voice sounded tiny in the cell. It was a futile gesture. He knew the men wouldn't leave.
"Boy, is old George putting the little cocksucker through the pace," said one of the cops. "How does that feel old man having your balls licked and sucked."
Ruth Ann ignored the intruders. She sucked on the testicles in her mouth and frigged the beautiful hard-on sticking out of his crotch. The finger in her cunt excited her. She squirmed her hips back and forth taking the finger into her as far as possible. But abruptly, the first finger was joined by a second. Only this one was in her other hole!
"She's a tight little broad," said the cop behind her. He reamed her asshole with his finger. He synchronized with George so the ball sucking and the cock jerking and the cunt fingering and the ass reaming all went together in one continuous rhythm.
"Man that's heaven," said another cop. "I feel so horny I could jerk off right this moment."
"Why not?" suggested another cop. The room filled with the noise of pants unzipping followed shortly by the sound of hands sliding down cocks.
"Come on you little cunt," snapped George. "Stick this dick in your mouth. I'm going to come any minute."
Ruth Ann did as she was told. Sliding her mouth off his balls she pushed his arched cock into her face. As she did, her eyes stared up at a truly weird scene.
Three men stood in front of her all jerking their joints. They laughed and jumped around the room chattering like magpies while they watched Ruth Ann sucking George's dick.
"Pigfucker!" screamed an excited cop. "Look at that cunt eat it up. Perfect, asshole, cocksucking, tramp, whore, motherfucker!" The words rambled out without meaning or shock effect.
Ruth Ann, however, was excited. She had never seen so many cocks before. The finger in her asshole was doing strange, sensual things to her. As was the pulsating dick stuck in her mouth. Her loins heaved under the strain of her excitement. Thick smelling cunt juice welled up on her pussy lips.
"Smells good!" laughed George. "Fucking wonderful!" His dick was ready to burst open. The girl had made him harder than he could remember and the terrible pain that racked his scrotum had to be relieved soon. In one big hurry! He pumped his cock into her swollen throat and screamed out his delight. He drove his finger up her cunt and tickled her clitoris. The effect was startling. Ruth Ann flopped around as if a cattle prod had been inserted into her vagina.
"Oh come!!" she screamed to herself. "Come in me. In my mouth!" Fingers challenged her cunt. They attacked her asshole. Electric jolts of energy zinged through her body. And then there were the other cops all prancing around jerking their organs like wild animals out of the jungle.
She sucked on the dick for dear life. She closed her mind to the whooping and hollering going on around her. Her passion holes were filled. They were being stimulated by men half crazy with lust.
It sounded like animals going at it. The tortured sounds of lovemaking performed by craven beasts who cared only about sexual satisfaction.
"I want to come, I want to come!" she screamed. On cue, the stroking picked up. Her hips thrashed about pushing down on the male invaders. Pushing and squirming.
Her legs fanned out wilted as lettuce leaves and her cunt hole and ass channel were soft as rotten plums. The squishing no se was her body's joy juice pouring down her channel walls. Thick, wonderful sauce.
"Goddamn, if I'm not there," screamed George. His nut sack bulged with come. His dick flickered in her mouth like a candle flame, then suddenly he thrusted forward and his swelled dick shot jizz into the excited girl's face. "Wahooo!! Lookee there!!" It was a ripe warm mouth that he gunned his tool into. Her mouth gulped down his sperm. It came out thick and fast like cream of wheat and it slid down her throat in great, gooey gobs.
"Ohhhhh!!!" screamed Ruth Ann. The probing fingers whipped her to a frenzied peak. And now the come took her over the edge. She sucked and sucked and sucked some more. The hot, rubbery fluid felt sensational.
But it was not just George's sperm that she felt. The three jerk off crazy cops ran to the bedside and flogged their joints into a frenzy. Suddenly sperm was shooting out everywhere. Ruth Ann was so amazed that she didn't know what to do. Long, stringy streams of jism covered her body. It shot into her ass ravine and into her hair. As she rolled over, more jets of white fluid splashed on her tits and her twat. Her hair became a tangled mass of cock cream. She rolled around and twisted up like a gymnast as the sperm shower washed her down.
"Far fucking out," she gasped as juice drained into her mouth and onto her face. "This is really tooooo fucking much!!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Daddy, guess what!" said Ruth Ann. I've got a job."
"Wonderful," said Stone. He looked at his daughter and wondered what had happened to him these past three weeks. He was fifteen pounds underweight and his face looked tired from lack of sleep. He gulped pills to put him to sleep and to wake up. He lived on coffee and donuts, a deadly combination that set his nerves on edge. His daughter looked just the opposite. Her cheeks had a rosy color and her eyes sparkled when she talked. Her body showed animation.
Christ, I must be getting old, he thought "Dear, Tm happy for you," he said, slipping into his suit coat. It was the same brown suit coat that he had sent to the cleaners following the fracas in the Hotel Windsor. He had it cleaned for safe keeping just in case one of the cops happened to spot him. Now his daughter was eyeing the garment suspiciously.
"How long have you had that suit, daddy?" she asked. She looked at him oddly. There was something about her, the tilt of the head maybe, that made him uneasy.
"Not too long. Why? Is it important."
She shrugged her shoulders. The quizzical look vanished like a fist into a hand. "I suppose not. At least now," She ran and kissed him on the lips. It was meant as a goodbye kiss, but what started as a perfunctory almost informal kind of embrace turned into something much more passionate.
Stone gripped his daughter by the waist and lifted her gently off the ground. His eyes were closed, his brain swirling as he kissed his daughter's ruby red lips. For several amorous moments, they were pressed together. Stone felt the heat from his daughter's body. Her lips trembled against his and in a sudden display of passion, he forced his tongue into her mouth.
Darling, he murmured, holding her tight. Her pressed breasts throbbed like twin spires against his chest. Her hips undulated slowly against his crotch. He groaned as his penis stiffened against his daughter's sensuous body. For an instant, he felt at peace again. The headaches subsided. His strength returned to his haggard body and he felt strong and confident. But just as fast, guilt struck a crippling blow and he quickly dropped his daughter.
"Whoops!" he said. It was terribly embarrassing for both of them, but especially for him. He folded his hand over his crotch so his daughter would not see the erection in his pants. "Time for work," he reached to kiss her again, then hesitated. "You must tell me about your new job," he said hurrying towards the door. "I'll be late again, dear, but HI try to be home in time to hear about your job. Goodbye."
He hurried down the sidewalk almost as if he was running away from her, though Ruth Ann. She wondered if he knew secretly about her adventures in the Hotel Windsor and the police station and was ashamed of her for having sex with so many men.
She loved her daddy, loved him deeply and didn't want to do anything that would lose his respect. She sighed and closed the front door.
Ruth Ann sighed and walked into the living room and turned on the television set She wanted her father's respect more than anything. I hope he approves of me working for the police, she sighed, as the TV filled with color. "There's a lot of respect tied to law enforcement work.
Stone felt hot and feverish. He couldn't forget the kiss. Christ, he had come so close to losing his control. For one fraction of a second he had wanted to jump on his daughter's body. He wanted to pull her to the ground, make love to her. His hands trembled on the steering wheel. His head throbbed with pain. A horrible, blind pain that made him scream out. "Why me!" he shouted, "Oh why me!!!"
He pulled the car over to the road shoulder and stopped. He pulled a vial from his coat pocket and popped several pills into his mouth. Then he lay back and let the tranquilizer take effect. "You'll be all right," he thought to himself. His head pounded like a jackhammer. He had the urge to jump from the car and run down the highway screaming like a mad man. Maybe I am crazy, he thought, maybe a man who wants his daughter like I do is off his nut!
No sooner had he questioned his sanity, than the soothing relief of the tranquilizers took hold.
"I'm not crazy," he said, angry at himself for challenging his sanity. "I'm all right. .. there's just a few things I have to do first." He took several deep breaths to calm his nerves. The air felt good in his lungs. When his head finally settled he started the car and roared back onto the highway.
Ginny sat on the ladies commode so mad she wanted to scream. The big son of a bitch Stan had walked out on her after two days! She couldn't imagine a man being that heartless. And especially after what he had done to her right in front of her boss.
She squirmed her labias together and groaned with relief as her bladder voided its contents into the porcelain bowl. She felt the urine splash down. It felt good to pee, she thought absently. Just to squat down and let it all go. Lost in her own reveries, Ginny did not hear the heavy wood door swing open. Nor did she hear the sound of leather soled shoes approaching.
"Who's in there!" said a man's voice.
Ginny started. "Why it's me, boss," she said surprised at hearing Stone in the ladies room. "What are you doing ..."
She was half way through her sentence when the metal door latch gave way and the door swung open. "Can't you answer," he snapped.
Ginny blinked twice in disbelief. Stone was leaning against the stall door grinning crazily down at her. His eyes traveled from her face down to the parted V of her legs. Ginny's face flushed with embarrassment as her pee streamed into the cistern.
He stared drunkenly and the crazy glazed look in his eyes made her tremble. Oh, Christ what did I do, she thought. Thoughts of Stan went out the window.
She watched him fumble at the front of his pants. "Goddamn, about time we had us a talk," he snapped. He looked at her with such glowering menace that Ginny's knees trembled.
"N-n-nof!" she pleaded. Ginny realized what he was up to as Stone moved into the stall with her his rigid prick only inches from her panic stricken face.
"Isn't this what you want," he said. "The tough talking little cunt! Well, isn't it." He dared her with his cock. The ugly head loomed out at her like a deadly instrument.
"No, never," she stammered. "Not like this. God, this is so raw, so primitive ... so unromantic!"
Tears poured from her eyes. She harbored the idea of jumping up from the toilet and running the hell out. So she was urinating. So what if she peed down the front of herself!
The pee splashed into the toilet water and for a brief moment it was the only sound the two people made. Stone felt a twinge of masculine pride as he looked down on the fear stricken figure of his secretary squatting on the toilet frantically trying to void the contents of her bladder and get the hell away.
Her feeble protestations only increased his contempt for the secretary. She was a gutless, sniveling, weak-minded cunt and he was through playing cat-and-mouse games with people like her.
In one unbroken motion, he dropped his pants. "You silly, fucking cunt," he snapped. "You want sex. I'll give it to you. Sex you won't forget for some time."
Ginny nearly screamed when he pushed his prick into her face. But instead of thrusting his member down her throat, Stone did something else. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her half naked body up against his waist.
"Don't hold it in," he told her. "Wrap your legs around me. And do it. Don't be afraid."
Ginny's tears had not dried and the fear was still there, still shaking his body. "A-a-are you sure," she implored. She had this terrible pain in her crotch, but she would bare the agony until he gave her the go ahead.
"Please," he said quietly. "I want you to."
Ginny relaxed her muscles. A stream of pee shot out of her slit. It splashed with such force that Ginny screamed in surprise.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh my goooodness!!" God, the act was unspeakably vile. But it was crazy. Something she had never dreamed of. She pushed down on her abdominal muscles and shot the hot piss out on Stone's stomach. He held her by the ass cheek while she clung to him with her thighs. She drenched them both with her urine. It splashed against her gut and covered her thighs and pussy mound with its wet, soothing warmth.
"Oh shit, lookee there," she laughed. Her firm tits bounced like shapely balloons while the bath continued. "Ohhhhh! This is toooooo much!"
When her bladder had emptied, Stone did not let her down. He held onto her muscular thighs and pressed her back against the metal compartment wall. Ginger looked at him with genuine amazement. She had never felt so overtly sexual in her life. Somehow, Stone had pierced the tough shell that surrounded her and had struck a soft spot in her defense. Wiggling her hips, she felt his erection against the crack in her ass. His dulled blue eyes stared with intensity. He wanted her. She knew that He wanted her, and wanted her right there in the bathroom. Against the wall!
"Yes," she said quietly. "Do what you must."
She kicked back her hips and moved her urine soaked twat up against the hard end of his dick. She found him surprisingly hard just as she found the in-sides of her cunt amazingly wet.
"I'll make this up to you, Ginger," he said. It did not seem like the right thing to say, but she did not complain.
"Hurrrrry!!!" she cried. Sex could not be put off. She needed it and needed it in a hurry. Rolling her hips she wet down his pecker head. She gasped for breath as he began penetration.
"Yaaaaaa!" she said out loud as his stem went between her pussy lips. She was tight after urinating and the entrance of his cock hurt. She squirmed around to enlarge her hole. "Make me big," she prayed, "Oh make it big for him!"
Stone heard none of this. He didn't care if her twat was big or small, juicy or dry. He wanted to fuck and he was determined to do so. He heard Ginger gasp a second time as he wedged his cock meat into her slit, but he did not stop for an instant. He pushed his throbbing dick into her deeper. Then still deeper.
"Fuck, damn it," he snapped. "Get your hips moving."
Ginger had little choice but to do as she was told. She rolled her hips upward and spread out her thighs. Her cunt held tightly, but it was not as tight as it had been. A trickle of pungent lubricant drooled from her slit. It coated his shaft and greased her pubic bush.
"Hurrrrry!" she cried. Now he slipped in and out with ease. She hadn't realized how much of a man Stone was. His dick felt like a broom handle shoved up her twat. She slid her twat up and down his cock like a child might climb a pole. She felt delightful pleasure ripple through her. Droplets of sweat played on her skin. It was wonderful wild sex.
Stone dug his hands into the twin loaves of her butt cheeks. She groaned as his fingers found her asshole, but she said nothing when he began finger fucking her hole.
His dick was doing a fantastic job on her cunt. He watched without expression as Ginger hunched his erection. The warm cunt folds slipped over his shaft and cupped his member gently like a wet, sticky hand.
"Oooooohhhhh," groaned Ginger. "You're so big. I never realized exactly how big you were."
It was not time to let down. Stone had his full shaft in her twat. From stem to stern, his tool lay in her cunt sleeve. Warm flesh rippled around his tool. He experienced her womanly passion with an incredible intensity. When he withdrew from her hole, he felt her sucking in. Just as he felt her tummy expand when he filled her with prick meat.
He began the slow rhythm strokes of love. In and out. Up and down.
Ginger was delirious. She dug her nails into his back and clutched him tight with her thighs. Her ass cheeks were pumping like jack hammers as Stone's tempo increased. She felt his fingers probing her ass hole with thrilling fascination. "Oh, my," she groaned. "Oh this man. Ohhhhh!!!" She had not realized until this moment how much sexual energy this man contained. He had scared her and surprised her and now he excited her. She went from one mood to the next, half afraid and half excited.
"Hurrrrry!" It was the one word she knew. Her body flamed with passion. Her cunt was a throbbing, searing hole. His dick punctured that hole and made her hot. Made her fuck. And now it made her want to come! Come in his arms.
She jackhammered her hips. She pulled down on his cock and humped and humped. Her cunt squeezed against his shaft coddling it like a precious gift. Milking it like a bloated breast. She squeezed and when nothing happened she squeezed again. And then he was screaming at her. Screaming with joy and excitement.
"Commming!!!" he yelled. "Commmmmmming!!" It was a burst of wild, frantic lust as he buried deep into her twat and shot come into her belly. Hot, thick love paste.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeee!!!!" screamed Ginger as the sperm flowed upwards into her cunt. "Fuccccck meeeee!!! Come filled her vagina and it filled her womb. Ginger jumped up on his cock and milked it for every drop. Finally when her exhausted body could not pump one more time, she fell exhausted against Stone. Come ran down out of her cunt. It drained down her leg. It mixed with her pee. And she was happy.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
In Gilbey Park, next to a clump of bushes, Stone thought he saw a cop. He stood in his regular spot dressed in the trench coat and slouch hat he always wore in the park. Then he saw a flash of metal. It lasted the briefest of moments. But Stone swore it was the flash off a policeman's badge.
For the first time since he had begun his regular ventures into the park, Stone was afraid. The smart thing to do was to haul ass out of there and come back another day when the heat wasn't on.
But if he was smart, he wouldn't be there in the first place. He was suspicious looking anyway what with the crazy clothes and heavily made up face and the false eyebrows and moustache. It didn't appear natural no matter how one looked at it.
"I'm going to find out for sure," he said to himself. He flattened himself down on the ground and studied the bushes. The wind swayed the leaves gently and a nice, steady rhythm. It was a pleasant evening for a walk in the park, thought Stone. Not bad at all. He wished that Ruth Ann was at his side. For an instant the urgencies of sex were abated. He just wanted to take his daughter somewhere nice like a park and walk through it with nothing more serious in mind than taking a stroll and enjoying nature's gifts.
But Stone realized that if his thoughts ever saw the light of action, then this pipe dream of his would alter considerably. In his present state of mind, they might get halfway through the walk when he would turn on her suddenly and assault her body.
"Shit," he cursed. Yet he knew how true it was. It took a strong man to recognize his weaknesses. And his flaw was his inordinate love for his daughter.
His attention was diverted by a rustling in the bush. The sound came through clearly this time. Definitely the sound of cops. And a girl too!
His heart pounded a mile a minute. Christ! What was a girl doing in the park with the law. Were they going to the trouble of using a police decoy?
Stone's mind reeled from the horror of it all. He stayed low to the ground, letting the fear within him subside while he tried to figure out his next move.
"I've got to find out," he said obscurely. "I've got to find out for myself." He moved forward keeping his body low to the ground. Moving 20 yards in this manner, he was able to get close to the bushes. Close enough to hear and close enough to see. He fanned the branches of the bush open and froze still. Not ten feet away was a cop squatting down in the dirt along with two other cops, their backs facing him.
"Now is the plan clear," said the cop.
"Yeah, come on let's get on with it," said his partner. His voice showed derision and boredom.
"I just walk around," said the female, "until this mad rapist jumps out of the bushes and tries to fuck me. Then I yell for help and you two jerk offs come running."
"Damn it don't use that word," said the second cop peevishly. "I don't want any tramp jail bait calling me a jerk off."
The three of them started to argue as Stone released the parted bushes and slipped back to his favorite spot. Fuck, he thought, so they got a girl working with them now.
The idea of a police decoy prowling around waiting for him to make his move tripped a perverse switch deep in his brain. He knew his sojourns into the woods were wrong. He realized that eventually the law would catch up with him. What the hell, he rationalized, my life is already a wreck as it is. But if he could go out with a flash of style, then he didn't mind getting busted.
Stone's cock churned in his pants. He was getting hard just thinking about his next move. It excited him until he literally shook.
"I'm gonna fuck the broad," he vowed. "Those cops don't know what a tough cookie they're up against." He slipped away from his favorite spot. Further down the path was another spot that would serve him nicely. As he moved noiselessly through the thick grass, Stone was already formulating an attack plan for the unknowing decoy broad. He chuckled to himself as he prepared for the time when he could get even.
Ruth Ann didn't like the two officers she had been assigned to. But the police job was such a rush that she didn't let them bother her.
"Police work," she said to herself. It was a challenge to her. Especially undercover police work which she understood was the most dangerous type of work.
The little meeting broke up and the two cops settled back in the make shift command post while Ruth Ann adjusted her tight fitting skirt and flimsy blouse.
"Don't fuck us up kid," said the one cop. "Stroll around like you're fishing and when the fish goes for the bait, we'll be right there."
Ruth Ann stood up and stepped away from the bushes and started walking. Her pulse was pounding a mile a minute. The dark park where she had watched lovers copulate and hookers made a living now had an ominous aurora to it. She felt that a mad, sex crazy pervert would jump from the bushes any minute. Even with the cops nearby, she could get into trouble if she didn't watch her step.
"Well, here goes nothing," she said to herself. She strolled casually down the path, spinning her handbag as she went.
Five minutes passed. Then another five. Ruth Ann kept walking around getting increasingly bored with the job when suddenly she saw a man approaching her down the sidewalk. Her breast beat terribly. It felt like a tiny animal crawling its way to freedom.
He was a tall man with wide shoulders. Ruth Ann approached him trying to act controlled and cool. She couldn't see his face because he wore a long trench coat with the collar turned up around his neck. A long, flap-py hat obscured his face.
"What's ya doing," the stranger said.
"Just walking, minding my own business," she retorted.
The man seemed amused by the remark. "Ho, ho. That's a good one. Just minding your own business.
Well, so am I sister. Now, you got a light?"
"Yeah, sure," she said reaching into her pocketbook. That's when the explosion shook the side of her head. It happened so fast that there was no time to scream, no time to get the cops to the rescue.
The man dragged her into the bushes and started ripping clothes off her. He pulled at his trench coat and it came loose revealing his naked body. Ruth Ann was dimly aware of his sausage size pecker pointing down at her nose. As he stripped her clothes off, the fierce looking man's club bounced in front of her eyes. Absently, for she had not yet regained full control of her faculties, Ruth Ann reached for his cock.
"Like that?" the man whispered. "Well, there's plenty of it to enjoy."
Not one to deny himself pleasure, her attacker forced the meaty club into her mouth. Ruth Ann accepted it. She spread her lips wide and received the swollen cock in her mouth. It tasted salty but she found it was not an unpleasant taste. As she worked the stem down her throat, she found herself actually enjoying the inflamed penis.
Steadily, the stranger stroked in and out. "I won't disappoint you," he whispered. Tenderly, he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth while his fingers reached eagerly for her twat.
When his fingers found her mound it was gooey and wet. He jerked his cock and his fingers so that they both speared her holes at once!
"That's fucking fantastic!" he said.
The girl convulsed with the sudden combination of sex and pain. Her pain throbbed terribly. She felt the huge rod drive into her mouth and she thought that this time was going to be the last. He was sticking his thing down her throat! It went so deep she thought that it might choke her!
"Quit squirming and start sucking," he ordered. "I ain't letting you go until I've had my fill."
And he was right about that. And she knew it. Ruth Ann realized he had no intention of just going in and pumping her face a few times then running off. He was here to fill her holes with joy juice.
Better make the best of it, she thought. Besides his finger felt wonderful in her crack. He moved around in her hole like a man who knew what he was doing. He moved his palm around the curving hump of her mound and pressed lightly down on the erect clitoris.
"YaaaaaH!" she screamed. The cock muffled her outcry. It plugged her face tight as a cork. The stranger knew exactly what was happening and he chuckled loudly. Ruth Ann, instead of screaming, was sucking!
Instead of howling with joy she was sucking with joy! And that turned him on. It made his rod hard as steel.
"Baby, I'd like to fuck you like you need to be fucked," he snarled. "But I'm afraid there just ain't time for that.'Cause my pecker is hot enough to explode."
God how can I do this, she asked herself. My first job with the police and I'm a failure. This man is fucking my mouth. FUCKING MY MOUTH! And I'm letting him do it. This isn't the real me. It can't be. I'm not this kind of screwed up girl.
Ruth Ann collapsed down on the soft earth. The shaft fucked her face. It pushed her face into the ground with terrible swift strokes. It was hammering her head into the soft earth. It impaled her to the ground while the shaft seemed to grow enormously fat with juice.
"Jesus, bitch, that's the best sucking I've ever had," shouted the stranger. He no longer cared about secrecy. He didn't give a damn who heard him because his cock was fucking the hottest, wettest bitch in the whole damn world.
"Aaaaiiieee!!!!" he screamed, ramming his cock home. Desperately, he lunged into her face and pumped his hips. He felt an explosion of delight as sperm ripped out his dick and washed down into the girl's sucking face. "Ohhhhh goooood!!" he yelled, happy with himself for the first time in a good long while.
It was then that Stone crept up on the orgasming stranger and slugged him over the head. He watched the body slump unconscious on top of the victim. Yet his cock continued to pump jism into the girl's mouth.
Under his weight, Stone heard the muffled cries of the poor frightened girl. He pulled him off and stared down into the girl's sperm coated face.
He stared directly into the face of his daughter Ruth Ann.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He didn't believe his eyes. No, it couldn't be! That's not my daughter lying on the grass! He touched her skin. She moaned under his touch and he withdrew his hand. In the dim moonlight he could barely make out the girl's features.
"Ruth Ann?" he whispered. "Ruth Ann is that your She smiled wanly. Her throat was clotted with sperm. It coated her throat and tiny droplets hung to her bottom lip. It was so hard to remember. One minute she was walking down the pathway and the next minute she lay in the bush with a pecker jammed into her mouth. And now this man. He seemed very concerned about her. Why he even was calling her by her very own name.
She swallowed hard. The thick resin in her throat refused to go down. It clung to her face like paste glue and she half wondered if the man's seed would ever dissolve.
"What do you want?"
Stone was pissed off. What was she doing out in the park this late anyway. Didn't she realize that people came to the park at night for only one reason? He was mad. He pulled a tiny flashlight from his coat and shined it on her face. She looked like a rag doll. She was only half awake and her dull eyes looked up at him with forgiveness. Her mouth yawned.
That's when he saw the white sperm coating her face. It ran down the sides of her mouth and dripped on her chin.
"Jesus!" He felt like throwing up. His brain was raging. He was mad enough to kill. "What did they do to you!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, look at you!"
Ruth Ann giggled. She was still woozy and the spotlight blinded her. "It was all right," she said weakly. "I didn't mind it too much."
She was a rag doll. She felt no guilt or shame in her actions. She enjoyed sex, and she enjoyed screwing strange men in the park.
What the hell, she thought. Another man, no different from the rest. And maybe even a little better. Though numb inside, sex reasserted itself. Ruth Ann reached out for the flashlight and grabbed it with her hand. She flicked the switch.
"I don't care anymore," she said. Her cunt was vociferous as it screamed for a man's dick. "Come on, big fellow, don't disappoint me. Just stick your thing there between your legs inside my little old cunt."
Ruth Ann giggled. She sounded like one more slut out trying to pick up the first man she met. Come on big boy! Why people didn't go around talking like that anymore!
Stone was astonished. He froze in place his blood right at the boiling point. He felt the uncontrollable desire to teach his daughter a lesson. As he stood in front of her, a wild idea stabbed at his brain. It throbbed like an open wound. All these weeks of trying to avoid Ruth Ann. And now this! Meeting her in the park. Her mouth full of come! Another man's come.
His lungs ached as he gasped for air. He moved unsteadily as if someone else was controlling his body. His bright, fiery eyes loozed dazed.
"Open your shirt," he ordered.
"Did I hear you right stranger?" said Ruth Ann. She tried to rise but only fell back on her butt. She stared at the stranger seeing something very familiar about him. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but she had the strange inkling that she had met him before.
"I said open your shirt!" His voice cut through her like a knife. His stern face expressed only hatred. He rose above her like a huge, demonic force and for the first time, Ruth Ann felt terribly alone and frightened.
Slowly, she opened her shirt. The buttons came undone in her fingers. Ohhhhh! I don't understand this man, she thought. I thought I could handle any situation, but now I'm not so sure.
When her shirt was unfastened, Stone looked at her and said: "Lift up your skirt."
"You won't get away with this," she cautioned. What a silly remark she thought. Of course he would get away with it.
"Shut up!" he snapped "I'll decide what I can and can't do."
Her eyes rolled up in her head so that she could see what the evil stranger was doing. It made her shiver with a delicious sort of fright. But that didn't stop her from looking.
Why he's taking off his clothes, she thought excitedly. Right here in the park. Oh my God! Who is this man!
Slowly, he removed the trench coat. It was followed quickly by his shirt and pants. He was silent through the entire undressing. Finally he peeled off his boxer shorts and stood by her side. His penis stuck out like a pole from the center of his crotch. In the moonlight it had a luminescent glow.
Ruth Ann watched with fascination. Her cunt was a yawning void begging to be filled. It twitched and drooled, begging for it to happen. And happen soon. Very soon!
"I'm going to do what I should have done weeks ago," he said gruffly. Then without warning he laughed. It was a cold distant sound that sent shivers running up Ruth Ann's spine.
He kneeled before her and placed a hand on her thigh.
A voice in her said that this act was vile. Don't let this man do this awful thing to you. Fight him. Run away. For God's sake do something. Desperately she wanted to deny what was happening. But her cunt and her asshole and her groin and her belly and her sharp pointed pink nipples yearned for it.
Stone pushed a finger up on her thigh. Higher and higher his hand went. It passed along her trembling muscles up to the soft, wet hair patch that guarded the dripping wound of her sex. He pushed his hand across the mound and stuck a finger into the wound. She was softer and more beautiful than he ever imagined. She groaned under his command as his finger worked away at her crack. She twisted her hips and humped her yearning belly while his finger caressed the tender walls of her pussy.
Ruth Ann was out of her mind! This is wicked and evil of me, she told herself. It's filthy letting him put that finger in my. .. my cunt! It. . .It's like. .. letting every man on earth fuck your hole. The vile words made her tremble. They made her shake with fear. Yet the finger was doing other things to her cunt. It was making her heart pound in her chest. It was exciting her womb as no other man had. And this was only his finger!
"Pleaseeee!" she cried out. Her voice had risen step by step until she was screaming shrilly. She knew she was screaming and that didn't aid her one bit.
The cops, she remembered. Oh God, what if they came charging after me. I couldn't bear it. I don't want to stop . .. not now. God, I want to go all the way!
The well muscled man was in between her legs now, stroking her velvet pelt with complete confidence. Stone didn't care what happened to him. He would gladly go to jail after he was finished. Because more than anything he wanted his daughter. He wanted to feel her sex grinding against him the way the whore and the girls in the park had done. He wanted his dick stuck into her womb and he wanted her sweating sex charged body clinging to him for dear life. That is all he wanted from his life. And by God nothing was going to stop him from achieving this goal. Nothing!
He leaned forward and Ruth Ann felt the hot tip of his cock pushing between her sex slippery cunt lips. It was stretching her open wider and wider. It felt so hot and feverish that her warm flesh seemed to shrink away from it like the ocean deserting a cold beach.
But that only made her more receptive. Her cunt lips quivered and now the voice of reason inside her was replaced by another voice. This one screamed at her! It told her to go ahead, to take his hard masculine dick inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" groaned Ruth Ann. Her loins burned with sex. She wanted him inside her right away. "Hurrry!" she begged.
Stone used his big hands to cup her butt cheeks and pull her lissome body towards him. Her cunt sleeve slipped around his pecker. He felt a slight tug at first, but then her lubricant swallowed him up.
His joy stick was in her soft, wet cunt. It was sliding into Ruth Ann's sex tube. It was fucking her! Fucking his daughter!
Oh, I want it! Please.. . oh, oh, oh. .. anything you want. Just hurry, put it in me. I'm begging you! I don't care who you are! Just hurry up and do it! This is rotten and cheap but I don't care any more. ., just stick your cock in me as hard as possible! He guided his pecker into her womb. Her stomach squeezed against the hard wiggling missile. It felt sensational. Her stomach sucked down as he entered. Her soft cunt flesh sucked his cock! Her luxuriant juices washed his incensed shaft. Her legs came up against her chest and started to rhythm fuck against his cock.
She was everything he knew she'd be. Her cunt was warm and soft and innocent. It sucked and trembled and stirred like a feverish little animal.
"You're good, baby," he groaned. "Oh Ruth Ann I love you so much. I love you, God forgive, but I really do."
Ruth Ann was not listening. Her whole being was concentrated on the penis sliding up the hot sleeve of her cunt. She was engrossed with the feeling of being split, the hot pulsing of her cunt around the even hotter cock that felt so strange forcing its way up her twat. Strange but wild!
I know this man, she thought. Her mind swirled with random thoughts. He wasn't a cop and he wasn't from the hotel. Yet for reasons that escaped her, she thought that this man was an old friend. She had seen him somewhere before.
Then her attention was broken by the man's deep sobbing. His dick was still hard and firm inside her cunt. It stuck like a hot poker between her cunt lips pushing strength and pleasure up into her cunt. So why was he crying, she thought. What is it that I have done wrong?
"A-are you ok?" she cried. "What's the matter."
"You're so good and wonderful," he whimpered. His dick continued to pound her cunt. His tears dripped down on her satiny skin. He felt the dread rush out of his system, his guilt draining out of his body until he was clean and pure. He continued to fuck her cunt and the twin sensation of burning lust and tranquil relief was an amazing experience.
"Look at me," he said. He felt her eyes burrowing into him and realizing that she could not see behind the make-up job that so well concealed his identity.
"Ohhhhh!!" she gasped, clutching him by the hips. She pulled him into her. His dick lumbered into her slot. Her hips pumped slow and steady, each stroke releasing more stimulation through her throbbing glans.
"I don't care who you are," she managed to say. "Just keep fucking me. Don't stop. God, you are the best I've ever had. Better than the cops. Better than that rapist you knocked over the head. Ohhhh, you are good."
She rambled on and on. Then she felt his body stiffen. "Better than what!" he snapped. His voice was like ice, "You mean ... all those men . . . they have been .. . fucking you!"
He spit the words out and Ruth Ann instantly regretted ever bringing the subject up. Her cunny ached terribly. She felt the slimy walls of her cunt drying up under the eager insistence of his pounding dick.
"You what!!"
His tears dried up. The anger in his voice cut her to the bone. His little, darling daughter had been out fucking everyone in town. Jesus, the little tramp has been fucking the cops, the bums, the perverts ... he didn't know what to do. He quelled the urge to bring his fist down into her face. Smashing her into pulp would not teach her a lesson.
"Please, forget what I said," she whispered.
"Yeah sure," he said. Then he had it. The perfect way to get even. He pulled back and reached for his trench coat.
"W-what are you doing?" she inquired. He turned to her abruptly holding out in front of him what looked like a banana.
"I don't understand," she gasped. He flicked on his flash light and in a shock of recognition she understood. Everything. All at once.
Stone was holding her dildo.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
YAAAAAAAA!!!!!
The cop turned to his partner. "Jesus, what the hell was that?"
His buddy was even more disturbed. "I think it was the kid. God help us, but I think she found our man for us."
They jumped up from the bushes, nearly hitting each other as they ran in the direction of the scream. The wood turned deathly quiet. Even the swallows quit their whooping. Fear it seemed was a force that all animal species could understand. "I hope she's all right," said the one cop, running down the asphalt pathway. "Our ass is grass. The chief really has a yen for her."
"Shut up and keep moving," ordered his buddy. "We're going to have our hands full as it is. That man's a fucking maniac!"
A good distance from the approaching police was the cavorting young body of Ruth Ann. She turned her head toward her father. Her lips were drawn back in the rictus of a smile. Her cunt squeezed in a nervous spasm and the throbbing sensation burned her asshole. She stared at her father in disbelief. Not in her wildest moments, could she have predicted their two lives crossing like this.
"Oh daddy, oh, daddy!" It was a nightmare come true. He terrified her looming over her with the dildo in his hand. God her dildo!
"Y-you must know," she said. "I wasn't dreaming that night."
Stone had a few seconds of sanity left to him. "No, I saw everything. I kept the dildo after you passed out. I kept it to protect you. To save you from ending up in a place like this!" He screamed at her and it scared her. Close up, her father seemed enormous. Big and powerful. Built like a bull.
"Daddy, please.. . not the dildo. . . not again." She would do anything for him except that, she told herself. She'd suck his cock again. She'd even fuck some more. But the dildo scared her. It filled her body with stimulation that was unnatural.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" he said. He pulled her wet panties from around her legs and pushed them to her nose. "Smell yourself. Smell the stink your cunt has made .. . You stink like a fuck crazy pig and you want me to stop . .. I'll never stop ... Ruth Ann, hear that! .. . never . .. NEVER!"
Then he was on her pushing her thighs apart and wedging the plastic baton into the crack of her ass.
"No, no!" She flexed her hips and tried to drive the thing away. But the plastic head only went deeper inside. Close up, it seemed huge like a cock. It's long pale shaft made it look twice the size of a man's penis. It felt good that time long ago in the bathroom. But it felt awful now in the hands of her father. And it was a gut wrenching sensation having it stuck up her ass. Yet it was useless to keep fighting. She braced herself. She knew it was coming. She knew and as the plastic pole slid between her buns she didn't care anymore. She was in love with sex. Her whole body throbbed and ached for that release that she knew was coming. Even if it came from the vibrating end of a dildo!
Grinning down at her, Stone worked the dildo into her asshole. He was overjoyed with the way things were going. Her butt hole was bigger than he first thought. Maybe she's had a few guys back there too, he pondered. It was a horrible idea. His very own daughter butt fucking some pervert. The idea of it made him burn inside and he pushed the dildo in with greater ardor.
"Please, daddy," whimpered Ruth Ann. "Do you have to! Do you really have to!"
"Shut up, little girl," he said. He was beyond the point of no return. It was no time to think out his actions. It was time to react without thought To react to stimulus as it hit him. Action, reaction. Action ... reaction. He licked his lips and drove the baton into the black void where her ass channel began.
"Aaaaaaa!!!" she screamed. The goosebumps popped up on her naked flesh. They ran across the soft flesh of her naked breasts and circled the popped up pink nipples. She couldn't do anything about that.
"It hurts, daddy!" she screamed. The thick pipe pounded in her opening. It widened her hole and stretched out her anus. She pulled up her hips and felt the foul instrument go deeper. He was pushing into her asshole .. .all the way!!
Juice poured out from the tight knot of her bung hole. She moaned with pleasure ashamed that it was happening to her. Ashamed that her father was fucking her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!" she cried out. But she couldn't stop her flowing juices just as she couldn't stop the dildo from traveling its awful path.
This is vile ... oh this is the worst that ever happened, she said to herself... daddy's gone crazy. .. he has lost his mind.
But Stone was hardly out of his mind. He was the sanest person in the world. He had what he wanted and he was doing what he had to do. Driven on by wild lust, he lodged the pole in her butt and started the gentle working in and out of the device. His daughter groaned while he fucked her asshole with the artificial cock. He felt her skin give way as her thighs became sweaty. He watched with glee as her hips bounced up and down and her butt cheeks flexed against the shaft.
"You do love your plaything," he laughed. "Come on, hunch the dildo for your daddy. Hump the cock and I'll be good to you."
Ruth Ann was humiliated and she was scared. She started humping against the wet grass. Humping the cock into her channel. Drawing the plastic dick into her hole .. . the wrong hole!!!
It sucked at her anal channel, the smooth plastic going in and out with great juicy sounds. It became like a part of her. It even felt good despite the fight Ruth Ann put up. It was almost human, she thought, squishing her cheeks together. She wished he wasn't there. How had she let this terrible thing happen to her? She pulled her thighs back against her chest and felt the thrust of the dildo run the length of her ass channel.
"Ohhhhhh!!!" It seemed to grow bigger with each thrust. Her father acted like an animal. He slammed the infernal thing home again .. . and again.
"Remember this!" he yelled. "This dildo started everything. It ruined your life. It ruined mine. So enjoy it.. . Love it... Get to know your dildo, Ruth Ann."
He flicked on the switch. Electricity jumped into her asshole. It ran through the power-charged batteries and out the end into her asshole.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!" she screamed. She twisted on the end of the fuck stick. Her cheeks slapped together against the shaft. Rocking back and forth did no good. It only made the fucking worse. It only made the pain of being fucked greater.
"Daddy!!" She arched her back. "Uh, uh, uh!!" she grunted. She flexed her hips and tried to drive the thing deeper into her victimized asshole. "Dadddddy!!"
She rolled and fought like a fish caught on a lure. She could smell her vital juices leaking around the monster cock. They seeped out and down her rump buns. "Ohhhhhh!!!"
Stone almost gave in to his daughter's plea for help. He had no idea the dildo was so powerful. Why it lifted the poor girl off the ground and slammed her butt down again. Her ass muscles went spastic. They fluttered uncontrollably, like huge bread loaves flapping together. He watched the awful shaft take over his daughter's will and turn her into a willing slave.
"She likes it," he said aloud. "She loved me fucking her.... Her own father!!"
His penis was unbearably hard. He moved to her and raised her head. Ruth Ann looked up and saw the giant sized penis facing her. He pushed forward. "Oh, darling!! ... Ohhhh!!" His penis seemed to flow into her mouth. Her lips opened, formed an 0, sucked in, and Ruth Ann's face suddenly became a vacuum, drawing the hot cock deeper and deeper into her sweltering mouth.
She sucked his cock. Her lips stroked it, her tongue wrapped around it like a snake, squeezing it lovingly. Her saliva dripped down around the shaft and spread across his nut sack.
She adored his shaft. It gave her pleasure just as the dildo gave her pleasure.
"Suck me Ruth Ann," her father said. "Suck on my penis." She moaned with excitement and Stone pushed his dick further into her face down where the moans came from. He was a seething mass of heat. His penis enlarged in her throat. It went incredibly deep in her throat. It was as if he were trying to touch the end of the dildo in her ass with the cock in her throat Stone slumped across her mouth. Supported on hands and knees he rolled his hips and sent inch after inch of dick into the girl's face. Her lips were thick and wet and hot.. . terribly hot. Her throat felt like a furnace. His balls churned with semen. His body ached. Every single muscle strained with sex. He fought the desire to let loose, to plunge his cock stem down her silky throat and drain his balls into her willing mouth.
"No," he said, "not yet darling . . . I-I-can't 'til I'm finished." He reached between her legs and grabbed the dildo end. Her organs leaped around still luxuriating in the electronic impulses sent out by the device. He took a firm hold and moved the wand around the lips of her ass channel.
"YEOWWWWW!" he screamed. The effect was astonishing. He whirled the dildo around and his daughter reacted by nearly sucking off his dick. "Don't do that!!" he screamed. Pain and joy shot through his nervous system simultaneously. What a reaction!
Ruth Ann adored his cock. She loved the tastes, the way his balls slapped against her chin. And she would love him even more if the awful dildo would just come out of her asshole! It fucked her in such a frantic, wild way that she had no control over her actions. She had nearly yanked her daddy's cock off because of the increased stimulation.
"I'll fix you!" shouted her father.
He rolled her over and spread open her legs. Her cunt was sticky wet from their hot, fetid sex and it humped up at him like a rare, shiny jewel. He pulled his dick from her slippery mouth and positioned himself. He was going to fuck her after all His own daughter. He looked into the gooey mound. The lubricants oozing from her slit smelled sensational. Her love sauce was thick and wild.
"I'm going to fuck you, Ruth Ann," he said. He flexed his spit laden cock and pushed against her pussy lips. "Feel me! I'm going in and fuck you!"
He had violated her asshole and pushed his manhood down her throat. But fucking her cunt was something else. To Ruth Ann it seemed much more exciting ... much more, well... perverted! Her own father was going into her cunt. She rolled her ass cheeks but he caught her and pulled her body down. His dick pushed into her channel slowly, deliberately. So she could feel every inch of his cock.
She groaned with shame and disgust. This was her father. He was fucking her cunt. Sticking his dick in between her thighs and running his lubricated joy stick up into her womb. She felt revulsion. Yet there was a certain fascination in watching daddy mount her cunt. Her belly shook from the vibrating dildo, but she could still see his lean, hard body coming down on hers.
His weight lowered onto her chest, the rough matted hair on his chest entrapping the twin spires of her breasts. Hysterically she tried to pull away from the terrible sight. But she could not shake her daddy's image from her mind. She looked back, just as his whole member slipped into her cunt sleeve and his face showed pleasure and happiness. The first time she had seen him this way in a long, long time. Since mommy had died! Since the night he caught her with the dildo.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" His hot sex swept over her like a blanket of hot, humid air. It pressed into her loins and her cunt lips shuddered with delight. Utter delight! Her juicy walls contracted around him like a glove. "Ohhhhh," she gasped realizing what she held in her cunt. It was a long and precious gift. A thick, incensed dick stuck between her thighs. Her father's dick.
"Ruth Ann!!" he screamed, pumping his hips so his dick went into her hole. "Oh I love you! God help me, but I love you." His hips rolled against her mound like waves hitting the beach.
And Ruth Ann loved it. She loved being thrilled by the dildo. And she loved fucking her father. Her two greedy sex holes sucked in every wonderful moment. It seemed they could go on forever fucking this way. Their bodies were joined in happiness. Her twat breathed life into his pulsating cock and he recharged her cunt by fucking her hard.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!" She raised her hips higher and her hips shook back and forth, demanding more cock and more dildo. She rolled her mound, sliding in the greasy goodness that dripped freely from her hole-both holes-and she wondered how it would end.
"Don't stop!" she cried. Her loins rumbled. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted her cunt and asshole to be wet and stimulated forever.
"Pleaseeee! daddy Nooooo!! Don't leave me!!" Ruth Ann was acting like a wild, capricious child who didn't realize all good things must come to an end.
With eagerness and devotion, Stone held on. He felt the explosion taking place in his daughter's cunt. Her muscles spasmed and her twat trembled with seething love.
"Commmming!!" It was the sound of an animal. A wild, frenzied scream of fulfilled sex. The scream came from Ruth Ann's excited mouth. But she shook down in her cunt. And her asshole. Her pronouncement of joy exploded from all three portholes.
"Goood dear!" screamed her father. In the same moment, he felt a violent stirring in his guts. It came on from so deep a source and at such great speed that he didn't know how to control it. He pumped his hips frantically. He pushed his dick into her contracting cunt as far as it could go. He pulled up on her ass cheeks and then worked the vibrator into her ass channel so both holes were stimulated at the same instant.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!" she screamed once more. She pumped harder . . . still harder. Joy burst from her womb! It poured out her asshole! It shot from her throat.
"Daddddddyyyyy!!!" A long plaintive cry for release. And release came soon!
For in the same instant, Stone was racked by his own sexual explosion.
"Coming!!!!" he cried, jamming his shaft deep as he could go. Semen exploded from the end of his swollen cock. He ached from the prolonged fucking... the intense sucking! The pain mixed with pleasure as he poured his juice into her greedy cunt!
"Oh good, darling," he laughed. "Oh, keep fucking! ... good! milk the stem, take my come!"
Her cunt seemed to suck on his cock. And it didn't stop after the first few jets of semen. She continued sucking onto his manhood, even as his milky seed overflowed her cunt lips and dribbled down her mound cementing them together in a bond of sex.
"I love it! I love it! thought Ruth Ann. The thought throbbed in her mind, her body exhausted by the rigors of sex. So what if this was wrong. So what if society condemned incest. She didn't care what other people thought. She focused only on the man's whose spent dick continued to push joy into her hole.
"Thank you darling," he said. He pulled the dildo from her asshole and threw it away. "Won't be needing this anymore," he said.
They both laughed. No, after tonight, she certainly wouldn't need an artificial dick for satisfaction. Or any other man's dick for that matter. She had more than enough right at home! She continued humping her hips against his cock. His dick was drained of sperm, but it still humped joy and happiness into her hole. The squish of their organs was a delight and only made her realize how happy and how lucky she was.
"I couldn't be happier," she told him. But that was false. She could be a great deal happier. For at that moment two cops appeared down the path. "There she is," said one cop. "Halt!"
"Oh goddam them," she screamed. "Daddy, it's the police."
Stone watched the two men approach with a world weary indifference. So what. So he went to jail. Or went to the gas chamber. Let society do what it must. No matter how severe the punishment, the joy and bliss he had just experienced would never be erased.
He had peace of mind for the first time in his life.
"Just hold it right there," said the cop. He held a gun down at Stone.
The second cop moved around to the other side next to the trench coat-man lying down in the grass. "Who is this guy," said the second cop.
Ruth Ann turned towards the man who had attacked her. She had forgotten all about him during the heat of her lovemaking. "I don't know," said Ruth Ann.
She felt silly sitting in the park naked and covered with sperm while two cops tried performing their duty. It was a silly mistake and she was about to tell them so when a strange thing happened. The fallen man suddenly came alive under the trench coat. He whirled with blinding speed and caught the cop with an upper cut.
"Hey you," said the first cop, aiming his gun. But it was too late. A fist landed in his open mouth and sent him sprawling to the ground. Stone looked up from the ground amazed at the man's blinding speed. He was even more amazed when the trench coat man turned towards him.
"Stan!" shouted Stone. "What the hell . .."
Stan grinned sheepishly. "Thought I was headed back to the Orient didn't you," he said. "Well, I was, but the damn airlines fouled up my reservations. So with an extra day I thought I'd come down to the park and see if it was everything the newspapers said it was."
"You know this man?" said Ruth Ann incredulously.
"That he does," said Stan. "That was some wallop you gave me. Maybe I had it coming though. Anyway, when I came to and realized it was you . . . well, I didn't want to break anything up."
He winked at Ruth Ann. She felt a cold shiver down her spine for she could not forget the face of the man she made love to in the Hotel Windsor.
"Come on let's haul ass," said Stone, grabbing his clothes. "I don't want these two waking up while we're still here.
"Know what you mean," said Stan. Then while he stood guard, the two lovers got dressed and hurried out of the park and out in the humid evening's warmth.
