Only in this current decade of the new sexual revolution, have we become aware that the male experiences a climacteric in his own way as compelling and altering as the female menopause. Years ago, one would say pityingly of a man in his late forties or fifties who had suddenly shown an obsessive interest in either very young girls or gaudy chorus girls and night-club hostesses that he was "in his dotage" or "getting senile with age." The honest truth is, of course, that the male is not, and never has been, a monogamous animal; however society has channeled him into accepting the conventions of a monogamous marriage, it cannot control the basic and primal sexual urges which arise within him. To be sure, he may condition himself to control them, but they exist nevertheless. And given certain circumstances, they may overwhelm him and direct his motivations.
Perhaps the most notoriously famous example is that of the Congressman in his late sixties who fell madly in love with a stripper. What is to be commended, however, is his honesty in admitting his being attracted to her and his not attempting to apologize for it. Moreover, whether all of us are ready to admit it or not, increasing age makes us almost desperately perceptive of the allure and temptation of budding youth. By associating ourselves with it, we rationalize that we are able to shut away the gloomy thoughts of eventual death and the ending of all sexual activity.
Many noted psychiatrists have termed this kind of spiritual incest, thus explaining the desire of a mature or elderly man for a young girl just out of puberty. Even though the laws concerning sexual behavior have been greatly modified during the past decade, there still exists society's taboo against the liaison of an adult male with an under-age female. The tenets of statutory rape provide that even with the consent of such a female, her yielding to sexual relations with a mature male render him liable to criminal prosecution.
As late as fifteen years ago, the case of a man who had had sexual relations with his sixteen-year-old stepdaughter was tried in the high courts of California. The girl's mother had died two years earlier, and her daughter had fallen in love with her stepfather. Though there was no degree of consanguinity (blood ties) between the girl and her stepfather, he was sent to prison because she was under age. Even the girl's testimony that she intended to marry him as soon as she came of age did not keep him from going to prison.
In the backwoods areas of the South, child brides and related cases of incest have always been prevalent, although studies of incest indicate that this forbidden sexual union is to be found in not only strongly ethnic communities but also among middle-income and well-to-do family structures. One recalls the classic film, "Child Bride," produced over a generation ago, which tells the story of a Northern teacher's engagement at a rural Southern school among the clannish mountaineers and her severe punishment by the outraged mountain folk for trying to prevent the marriage of an eleven-year-old girl to a man in his mid-thirties.
Mark Conroy, in his latest novel, "Spanking Stepdaughter," has drawn a graphic portrait from an actual case history. Barbara, just turned fifteen, discovers that her widowed stepfather expects her to take her mother's place in his bed. Shocked at first by his lustful demands, she finds herself coerced by threats and infliction of corporal punishment. Gradually, as he maintains his erotic domination over her, she discovers that her body responds despite all her moral strictures and her own fear of him.
His sexual exploitation of her, through the means of having his girl friend watch and participate in her degradation and sexual slavery, and finally his compelling her to yield to his acquaintances and to the sadistic county sheriff, motivate her to escape. There she meets a sexually imaginative young bohemian artist and photographer, who, sensing her innate masochism, guides her into an exciting new relationship whereby she can give vent to all her submissive tendencies and enjoy furiously passionate fulfillment, the difference being that she falls in love with him.
This novel underlines the powerful allure of erotic masochism and sadism, showing us how these two extremes are often blended into a unique compulsory force by which the participants achieve extraordinarily rewarding fulfillment of their desires. Mark Conroy shows that the traits of submission and humiliation and the discomfort of mild corporal chastisement combine to unleash long pentup desires, the release of which permits communicatively honest sexual expression. It is another proof of how this generation is at last coming of age in the sexual revolution in which there is no place for hypocrisy, prudery or deceit.
CHAPTER ONE
Burly Dan Wainright lounged back in the rocker at the side of the porch, his beady, watery-blue eyes squinting with lustful anticipation. His hairy, big right hand let the straw fan droop against his heavy thigh as he stared greedily at his fifteen-year-old stepdaughter, Barbara, who was just coming home from school.
Ever since he had married her widowed mother Mavis Purcell three years ago, he had been watching Barbara, or Bobo, as he called her, growing up. Even at twelve, that saucy face of hers, that long dark-brown hair and luscious pale-white skin had been giving his prick itching twinges of expectation for the day when she would really be developed, really be a sight for a horny man to enjoy. And this afternoon, which happened to mark the exact day of her birth, was the right time to start making the cute, sexy little teaser find out for herself how she could set a man on fire with her flirty, teasing ways.
What was best of all, he told himself with greedy relish, was that Bobo was all his now, without any other kinfolk to look after her or care what happened to her. Because Mavis, who had been a lush blonde piece of thirty-one when he'd married her, had gone to her eternal rest. Some damn-fool college kid driver had swung over to the wrong side of the road between Portersville and Mason and run smack-dab into his pickup truck which Mavis had been driving to get flour and grits and molasses and coffee from old Ed Buxley's general store.
He'd been extra-special careful not to show Mavis what had always been on his mind. From the first minute he'd laid eyes on Bobo, he'd had the hots for that girl's cherry and that wriggly firm little ass. He'd always made a fuss over the little bitch when Mavis was around, taking her on his knee and stroking her hair and telling her how she was going to grow up to be just as gorgeous as her mother was. And every so often he'd run his hand over that firm little butt or accidentally brush his palm against one of her titties just to see how they were coming along as the months went by. Mavis had been real sweet on the kid, and it hadn't done him any harm to praise Bobo when Mavis was around. Mavis had been good enough to keep him interested in bed because she'd married young and lost her hubby in Viet Nam. And when he'd stopped by to pay his respects, he'd sized up the juicy blonde widow and seen right away that she was the type who'd pine and droop unless she got steady fucking. A couple of months was all it had taken to make her say yes to becoming Mrs. Wainright.
But now she was gone, God rest her soul, and Bobo was here in the little white clapboard house all alone with him. His daughter by marriage but not by blood. That was another bonus dividend from Lady Luck, for sure!
"How was school today, honey?" Wainright grinned at her as she came up the three rickety wooden steps of the old porch. It made his mouth water just to look at her up close like this. That blue gingham dress came down to about an inch above her round dimpled knees, and it hugged the upstanding, rounded, tightly spaced cheeks of her sexy, firm young ass. The puffed short sleeves let him see the smooth white skin of her arms, and they had already started to get nice and round and squeezable above the elbows up to where they fitted into her straight shoulders. Even though she wore a training bra, which her mom had made her start wearing at twelve, he could still see how surprisingly big and firm and perky her titties were. They set high on her chest and were spaced wide apart, the size of big Florida oranges, with nipples that were already starting to make themselves visible through the bra tight up against the gingham. His eyes swiftly swept down her bare legs to the cute little yellow anklet socks and the scuffed, worn sandals whose straps had got loose with wear. He grinned to himself as he thought of how those sandals could be used to bring her around, the sweet little bitch!
"Was there something you wanted, Mr. Wainright?" Barbara diffidently asked as she regarded him, the screen door already pulled partly open. She had a delightfully rounded face, with firm straight nose whose nostrils flared widely and were very sensuous. Her eyes were as dark-brown as her long hair which fell almost to her waist at the back, and there were thick slightly arching brows over them and short thick lashes to make them look even more expressive.
The way she had turned now made her titties shove out against the gingham and also made her skirt shape out her long ripe, rounded thighs. He calculated quickly to himself, she must be about five feet four or five by now and still growing. And still cherry, too, all three of the holes she'd been provided with for the servicing of a real man.
"Why, not anything special, honey," he affably replied. "Aren't you forgetting what day this is, though, Bobo?"
"Oh!" She frowned slightly, then shrugged. "Sure, it's my birthday. No big deal, and I'm not looking for any presents, Mr. Wainright. I'd better go in and start getting things ready for supper, though."
Dan Wainright was forty-seven, about five-feet eleven, heavy set and florid of complexion. His two brothers had gone to Atlanta to open a service station, but he'd stayed here in good old Portersville because it was a nice sleepy little town and a good carpenter could make a fair living without too much effort. Besides, since he'd always been a hunting and fishing buddy of Sheriff Ben Gorton, he'd never lacked for pussy all these years before meeting up with Mavis. Yes, and sometimes even after that without Mavis ever being the wiser. Old Ben was the best sheriff Macon County ever had, in his books anyhow. Whenever a runaway girl came through Portersville, she generally spent a couple of nights in old Ben's jail, and by the time she got her walking papers, she'd learned to be mighty respectful to the law.
With a grunt, he heaved himself out of the rocker, tossed away the fan, and with a sly grin, started rubbing his bulging prick which was thrusting out demandingly against the fly of his overalls. This was as good a time as any to find out how Bobo was going to take being his little girl and replacing her mama. After all, a man oughtn't to go without pussy, not when he was healthy and used to it, and it was an even better idea to keep it all in the family. He pulled open the screen door and sauntered in . . .
The pretty young dark brunette girl had put away her schoolbooks, glanced in the cracked, dusty mirror above her dresser to see if she had any hickies--Lucy Collins, her best girlfriend, was getting them from eating too much cornbread and yams, she said--. Then she headed for the kitchen. Ever since Mama had gone, she'd been the cook for Mr. Wainright, and it was a hassle to think up something new every night. Worst thing was, he'd been getting mighty familiar with her the last few weeks. Like coming up real close and standing up against her when he wanted to say something. And a couple of times, he'd put his arm round her shoulders and then sort of let his hand trail down to brush against her boobie and her hip, like it was an accident. Only she knew better. Mama had told her about how horny men could get over a girl and, right after she'd had the curse for the first time, how it was a woman's lot in life to have to give in. The best thing was, if you could do it, to pick a fellow who kept himself clean and took a bath once in a while-which she didn't think Mr. Wainright did very often. Someone who made good money and showed respect for a girl he went out with. Anyhow, she was too young to think of being serious with a fellow, even if she was starting to get some flesh on her butt and boobies. Trouble was, Mr. Wainright was starting to notice how she was filling out, and she didn't like it one little bit. Only, with Mama gone, she couldn't very well run away, or else the sheriff would haul her back and then she'd really get a licking for fair.
She reached up on tiptoe to pull open the cupboard door and carefully slide out one of the good plates for Mr. Wainright's supper just about the time he quietly walked in. His eyes narrowed and gleamed to see her arching up that way, the skirt hugging the solid, meaty hemispheres of her cute young ass and hiking up enough to show him the lower curves of her milky, smooth thighs. Dan Wainright licked his lips and moved up beside his step-daugnter just as she closed the cupboard with her left hand and swung towards the sink.
"Ohh-gee-you-oh Lordie-" Startled by his unexpected nearness, Barbara dropped the plate and it crashed to the floor, shattering into several jagged pieces. "Now just see what you made me do, Mr. Wainright! Oh golly, and it was one of Mama's best plates too!" she wailed disconsolately.
"Tsk, tsk," he frowned and shook his head. "That was mighty careless of you, Bobo honey. Now, seein' as how this is your birthday, I'm going to be easy on you. 'Course you know, you got a licking coming for breaking that plate."
"Oh, that's no fair, Mr. Wainright!" The attractive teenager stamped her foot. "You know I didn't do it on purpose, I wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't been right up there when I turned around. You scared me!"
"Now that's no way to talk to your daddy, honey. Don't forget, I'm in charge of you now and I'm the only kin you've got, so you'd best be minding your manners. Looks to me like I'm going to have to give you a good licking after all."
"Oh gosh, Mr. Wainright, please don't! Not even Mama ever did that to me, and I'm getting too old for it anyhow," Barbara protested, her face turning a becoming pink as she lowered her eyes, troubled by the lewd grin on his fat face.
Dan Wainright mastered the impulse to slap some sense into the ornery little bitch. He contented himself with thinking that it wouldn't be long before she came around. The licking would come tonight when she was ready for bed. Not just for breaking that plate but also for not calling him Daddy. For now, he contented himself with an ingratiating smile and said, "Well, now, youngster, I suppose I have to understand your point of view even if I don't like it any. But now you've got to take your birthday spanks. I won't be hard on you, Bobo. Come on now," as he seated himself on the low wooden kitchen chair. "Get yourself over my lap and count out sixteen."
"I'm fifteen," she stammered, getting very red in the face and backing away a little.
"Sure you are, only it's that one to grow on which makes it sixteen. Now get right over here and don't fuss about it. I declare, Bobo, you keep this arguing up, you and me are gonna have some words, I can tell you that right now."
Biting her lips, hot color suffusing her cheeks and forehead, Barbara Wainright at last meekly walked over to her stepfather, her hands clasped behind her back, as she laid herself across his lap and closed her eyes to hide her own humiliation from herself.
He could feel his prick hardening as her soft belly squirmed uneasily over his lap, and he curved his hairy left arm over her slim waist. As he did so, the gingham dress tightened, shaping out the already delightfully curvaceous flare of her young hips and solid firm bottom. His right hand surreptitiously lowered to the hem of the skirt, grasped it and gave it a slight tug.
"Oh no! You don't have to pull my dress up to give me my birthday spanks, Mr. Wainright, please!" Barbara at once feverishly protested as she turned her reddened face back to stare at the burly man.
"Now you behave yourself, Bobo," he grumblingly threatened, "else I'll snatch those little pants of yours down and give it to you on the bare heinie, you hear me? Just you turn your face round and count them off like I said if you don't want a real good licking!"
Again biting her lips with furious embarrassment, Barbara Wainright obeyed, closing her eyes very tightly and clenching her fists as she pressed them down on the floor to balance herself. Draped over his lap as she was now, her buttocks arched up provocatively against the thin material of her dress and the skimpy pink panties beneath.
Barbara had never had the luxury of a slip, but then, most of the girls in this rural area shared that lack. As a consequence, Dan Wainright's beady eyes glinted with lust as he saw the smooth milky purity of his stepdaughter's deeply hollowed, beautifully sculptured back and the already ripening columns of her smoothly muscled, nervously flexing thighs. Little pink cotton panty briefs hugged the cheeks of her voluptuous young bottom like a second skin, shaping out even the sinuous, narrow crease between the tightly set rotundities. They also revealed an inch or two of the base of her milky posterior, and his prick ached savagely as he cleared his throat and laid his heavy right palm on the summit of her right buttock. "Now then, you ready for your birthday spanks, Bobo girl? Don't forget, you gotta count them out loud enough for your daddy to hear, or you'll just have to get extra, I reckon."
"Please go ahead and do it, Mr. Wainright," Barbara gasped through set teeth as she pressed her fists down hard as she could against the floor and tightened all her muscles in an instinctive defense.
Licking his lips, tightening the grip of his left hand against her satiny bare side, he lifted his right hand and brought it down abruptly, flattening the jouncy curve of her temptingly upturned resilient buttock.
"Ouch! That's one!" Barbara promptly exclaimed, squirming nervously and bowing her head down even lower than before as she tried to obliterate her awareness of this immodest exposure before her stepfather.
Smack! His big hand swiftly plummeted down to flatten the lower curve of her left buttock. Barbara's legs kicked up, crossed, rubbed together with shinbone rasping against velvety milky calf, then thrust down hard against the floor as she announced, "Ouch, two!" in a somewhat more flurried tone. The girl squirmed, feeling the excitement in his hard hand as it rested on her thin panties.
"Please, do you have to...to feel me up like that, Mr. Wainright? Won't you please sp-spank me and get it over with?" she implored.
"Now you mind your tongue Bobo, or it'll go mighty hard on your cute butt," he chuckled lecherously. He rubbed his palm all over both huddling ass cheeks till Barbara's face was scarlet with her outraged young indignation.
The third spank came down almost immediately, and then the fourth, each flattening the base of a buttock, each being duly announced. But by now Barbara's voice was trembling with sobs, choking gasps and tears, for he had been pitilessly vigorous in applying these usually playful spanks. He could see the results of his own handiwork through the thin pink panties, where the flesh was vividly and brightly red.
Once again he lingeringly caressed his stepdaughter's panty-sheathed behind, and Barbara again groaned feverishly: "Oh please-please don't do that! That's no fair, please won't you just spank me and get done with it, Mr. Wainright?"
"Now I warned you a couple of times, Bobo," he sharply retorted. "Don't make me have to do it again, or I'll use my strap tonight on that sassy heinie of yours. Get ready for some more now, since you'd rather be spanked than petted!" And with this, he energetically administered the fifth spank right over the crease of both huddling plumply rounded buttocks, drawing a stifled and prolonged cry of discomfort from the young sufferer across his lap.
"Oww, that hurts! Six!"
"That fast enough for you, Bobo honey?" he sarcastically demanded as once again he rubbed his palm all over Barbara's twitching, huddling, trembling bottom. His prick was gigantic by now, and he knew perfectly well that the little bitch had to feel it rubbing against her belly the way she was squirming around under the spanks. He lifted his hand and applied a rather playful spank to the top of her right hip, but as soon as she had counted it, delivered a really stinging and noisy spank at the outer edge of the left buttock.
"Owwww, please go easy on me! That hurt a lot," she plaintively complained, then quickly, before he could rebuke her for forgetfulness, called out, "Seven!"
Goddamn, Dan Wainright thought to himself, look at that juicy, squirmy ass twitch and wriggle! Bobo doesn't know it yet, but she's as ready for fucking as she's ever gonna be. Just look at those cute sexy white legs of hers squirm and rub together, just like she's thinking of grabbing a big hard cock inside her cute little pink cunt and holding on tight and snapping at it to bite it off! Tonight's the night she's gonna get fucked her first time, and that'll be her real birthday present, so help me!
"Relax, Bobo honey," he chuckled thickly, "this isn't for punishment for that plate, no way it ain't. This is just 'cause I'm your daddy and today's the day you was born. Don't flinch like that, just let yourself go. Jeez, have you got a cute hind end, though!"
Barbara gritted her teeth and kept her eyes tightly shut, bearing down on the balls of her fists, the muscles of her back and shoulders tightly resisting. She wanted him to get it over with. She had never felt so ashamed before, lying there with her dress way up so he could see her bare skin. And she knew how thin and skimpy the little panties were. This was just awful, and already her heinie was starting to smart and tingle. He had such a big heavy hand!
Crack! It came down again, on the base of her right buttock, and it took her by surprise and she called out, "Owweee, eight, that's eight, Mr. Wainright!" just as it landed again on the other cheek in exactly the same place. She kicked up one bare leg, and called out, "Ouch, owwww, that's nine! Please get it over with, please, this is awful!"
"Awful?" he mimicked her, letting his hand rest where it had just fallen and slyly and slowly moving his palm all over the quivering, tingling, springy flesh under the skimpy panties. "Why, these here are love taps, Bobo honey. Now don't you fret none, they'll be over with pretty soon. And every time you look at that old ring, I want you to remember it was your daddy gave it to you, savvy?"
She was about to speak, but thought better of it. She was much too vulnerably exposed to put up the kind of protest she really wanted to. She squirmed uneasily, because there was something hard poking her tummy from the middle of his lap. She knew what it was, and her cheeks were flaming at the idea. He was acting real crazy, and she didn't know what she was going to do because now she really was all alone with him, him and his ideas.
He finished the spanking with seven good hard but quick slaps. She called them out in turn, and lay there squirming and twisting a little. Her cheeks were very red and a few tears stung her eyes as his big hand pressed intimately over the crevice of her bottom-cheeks. They really hadn't been too hard, come to think of it, but it was just awfully embarrassing to have to lie over his lap like a naughty little girl and have him see her bare skin, because the panties sure weren't much protection. Just the same, the warm persisting, throbbing glow in her hind end wasn't as bad as she'd thought it was going to be.
"There," his voice was suspiciously hoarse and thick and shuddering, "you can get up now. Why don't you give me a nice big hug and a kiss for the ring, Bobo sweetie?"
She slipped down off his lap and swayed as she got to her feet, pulling down her gingham dress, her cheeks flaming, her eyes lowered, her thick lashes fluttering as she blinked them to clear the misty tears away. Then she saw him grinning at her, his face flushed, his jowls quivering, and he needed a shave. And as her eyes flicked down, she could see what had been rubbing her tummy-a big hard thing sticking up like a tent pole against the crotch of his overalls.
"I'm waiting for the kiss, honey. Otherwise I'd start thinking you didn't appreciate your little birthday present, nor your birthday spanks neither," he muttered, sullen and ominously gloomy all of a sudden.
He'd always been so great and nice, Bobo thought. The very first time he'd met her and Mama, he'd chucked her under the chin and told Mama what a purty little darling she was and how she was going to grow up to be one terrific female. All the time he and Mama had been married, he'd bought her presents and made a fuss over her. Oh sure, sometimes he'd taken her on his lap and bounced her up and down, and patted her legs and kissed her, but she had thought it was all because he was so glad to be married to Mama and have a little daughter all his own. And now she knew better. Now she was all alone with him in the house and there wasn't a thing she could do about it unless she wanted to go to the sheriff, and she knew that he and Mr. Wainright here were awfully good friends.
"I-I do like the ring lots, Mr. W-Wainright, I do," she blurted. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, while his hands grabbed her bottom and gently and lingeringly squeezed as he remained seated in the chair.
"That's fine, that's just fine, Bobo," he said softly when she had backed away. "Now I think I'm going to take me a little nap. No hurry about fixing supper, honey. You just call me when you're ready for me. And tonight, well, we'll see about that licking you got coming for breaking the plate."
He lumbered to his feet, and now she could see the thick thrusting bulge against the fly of his overalls. She put a hand to her mouth and backed away against the sink, squirming as her tingling, sensitive bottom pressed hard against it.
She didn't know exactly what he meant by that last remark, except that it was going to be just awful if she had to take a real hard licking. Even this little birthday spanking had made her hind end awfully tender and squirmy.
CHAPTER TWO
Barbara had brushed her teeth and put on her white cotton nightie, turned out the light and was just getting into bed when the door swung open and the light flashed on again. One knee pressed against the edge of the bed, the other bare foot on the floor, she gasped and glanced around incredulously as she saw Dan Wainright standing in the doorway grinning at her. He was in his long white underwear, the buttons of his fly trap were open, his big red prick sticking out and bobbing as he began to move slowly toward her.
"Oh my gosh-you-you oughtn't to come in like this, Mr. Wainright!" she stammered, hastily getting into bed and pulling the covers up to her neck as she watched him approach, her eyes huge and shadowed. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick, dark-veined spear of his prick which was exposed down to his very balls, hairy gnarled sacks which contracted and shifted as he moved.
"I told you, Bobo, you had a licking coming for dropping that plate, and I'm here to give it to you," he told her in a hoarse, assertive voice. He drew his hands from behind his back, his left fist was clenched around something, a black leather belt dangled from his right.
"Oh gosh-you aren't going to whup me with that belt, are you, Mr. W-Wainright?" she faltered, cringing back into the bed and looking beseechingly up at his flushed, grinning, fat face.
"I always keep my word, Bobo honey, you ought to know that from all these years since I married your poor Mama," he said righteously. "Now you just get out of bed and shuck that nightie up over your cute l'il butt and lean over the bed. Take your medicine like a brave girl, you hear?"
"Please, please don't wh-whup me with that belt, please!" Barbara began to sniffle, her eyes fixed on the dangling leather strap, trying hard not to see the thick, red, plum-headed object that was thrusting out of the open fly of his underwear.
"If I have to come get you and pull you out of bed you're sure as hell going to be sorry. Now, do what I tell you to!" he growled.
With a choked-back sob, the dark-brunette teenager slowly pulled the covers away from her and slipped out of bed. Biting her lips, she gave him an abject, imploring look, but he merely shook his head and made an angry gesture with the belt. With a choked-back sob, Barbara turned her back to him, stooped to drag up the hems of the thin nightie and slowly drew the garment up to her waist. She leaned forward and let herself sprawl over the surface of the bed, her bare feet thrusting down to the floor, keeping her legs tightly clenched, clenched.
He uttered a lecherous gasp of admiration at the sight of those excitingly spacious, milky-skinned round saucy bottom globes, arched up lasciviously because of her ignominious posture. He observed the sweep of her long, delightfully rounded young white thighs and saucily curvaceous calves. She had clamped both hands over her mouth and closed her eyes very tight, whimpering a little as she waited. Her flesh seemed to crawl as she remembered the dangling gleaming menace of the belt in his hand.
"That's better. Now that you've grown up, Bobo, I'm going to learn you to act right around your daddy, you hear?"
She could only nod, tears welling into her eyes, her throat constricted and dry and tight. He could see the smooth satiny naked flesh of her behind tense and quiver with anguished expectation. Suddenly he lifted the belt and slashed it down diagonally over her bottom.
"Oww!" Barbara tearfully wailed, kicking up both legs and glancing around at him, her eyes huge and wet with tears.
The sight of the bright red mark on the pure white smoothness of her naked bottom made his prick jerk and throb excitedly. He crisscrossed the mark on her ripe, shapely young behind with a backhanded diagonal cut that drew an even more strident yelp from the sobbing youngster.
"You gotta learn to be more careful, now you're grown up and housekeeping for me, Bobo," he ordered as he sent the third spank smacking straight across the broadest curves of both her buttocks.
"Oww, ohh, boohoo, puh-lease, Mr. W-Wainright, don't whup so hard, it hurts so awful!" Barbara sobbed, kicking her bare legs up and down and squirming restlessly over the edge of the bed. He could see the flash of soft pink cuntal lips framed by a surprisingly abundant thatch of dark-brown silky cunt-curls, and the ache in his prick became more unbearable than ever.
"I ain't done by a long shot, Bobo," he told the sobbing, half-naked young girl as he sent another whistling cut of the belt over the tops of her wriggling hips. "Plates cost money around here, and I'm not made of it. You gotta shape up, girl, or
I'll have to lick you good and hard till you do." Another swipe of the black leather belt punctuated this remark as it curled wickedly over the base of both her flinching, vividly streaked bare buttocks.
"Oww-oh I can't stand it, Mr. W-Wainright, oh please, puh-lease, please no more, please don't wh-whup me like that, I won't ever do it again!" she wailed.
He let the belt dangle over her squirming behind, just grazing the flinching naked, vividly splotched flesh. She moaned, looking back at him in abject terror and shame. "Well, seeing as how this is your birthday, honey child, I might just go easy on that cute butt of yours if you'll be real nice."
"I-I don't know what you m-mean, Mr. W-Wainright," she sobbed, her shoulders shaking as she dashed her hands back to her naked behind to soothe and rub away the fiery smart.
He swept the belt across her hands and Barbara wailed and wriggled forward on the bed, kicking her legs up and down as she dashed her hands back over her face and gave vent to anguished tears. "I told you I hadn't finished with you by a damn sight, you ornery little bitch," he growled. "Now you listen and you listen good. I want straight answers. I told you, if you're ready to be nice to me, to call me Daddy like I wanted you to do since I married your Mama, and take care of my big boy you see sticking out of my long johns here, I'll let off the whaling you got coming. Well, what's it to so
"I-honest-Mr. Wainright-I-I don't know what you mean-take care-oww, oh, oh please, don't whup my heinie so hard, you're killing me-aaahhoh please, stop, I'll be good-what do you want me to do, just tell me, oh just tell me, please, please stop whupping my poor heinie like that! Owww-I'll do what you want, Mr. W-Wainright!"
Livid with lust, Dan Wainright had applied half a dozen whistling cuts of the black leather belt all over Barbara's weaving bare bottom and upper thighs, while the frantic, half-nude girl scrambled forward on the bed, at last plunging her hands back to cover up her bottom and to rub it frantically as she stared tearfully back at him over her quivering shoulder.
"Now that sounds a little better. I'll sure tell you what I want, honey," he crookedly grinned as he lowered the belt. Then, nodding down at his prick, he growled, "What you gotta do is take care of my big boy like I said. See my cock, Bobo? That's what went into your Mama's cunt. I want it to see what it's like to go into yours right now."
"Oh my golly-oh no-that-that's awful-I couldn't-please don't ask me to do that, Mr. Wainright-oh no, don't hit me again, I mean-I mean, D-Daddy!" she hastily amended as she saw the belt rise in the air again. In her anguish under the stinging, burning strokes of leather, she had rolled over onto her tender bottom, her legs sprawled, her calves hooked over the edge of the bed. The nightie had hiked up almost to her panting young breasts to show him the exquisite vision of the deliciously fleshy pink petals of her tender virgin cunt nestling between the dark-brown silken curls of her pubis.
"That's good now, stay just that way, only pull off that damn nightie right now," he excitedly ordered, gesturing with the belt which he had doubled in his right hand.
Sobbing as if her heart would break, Barbara feverishly tugged off the cotton nightie and lay there naked as the day she was born, her beautiful saucily rounded, widely spaced breasts rising and falling convulsively. The areolae were deliciously narrow and dusky coral, in whose centers pert crinkly buds tremblingly palpitated with every anguished breath. His eyes feasted on them, lowered avidly to the shallow wide dimple of her bellybutton, then lingered at the lower abdomen where the soft silky thatch of cunt-hair began to grow, thickening as it descended to frame the virgin vista of her soft young cunt.
"Now, scoot that hot little ass of yours just to the edge of the bed and keep your legs nice and spread, far as you can," he directed.
"What-what are you g-going to do to me. Mr. W-I-oh no-I mean D-Daddy!" Once again, as she saw him scowl and lift the double belt in the air above her, she frantically accorded him the term of filial homage which his lustful mind so gloatingly craved.
"You better practice saying 'Daddy' lots of times in your room when I'm not here, Bobo," he smirked, "because if you keep calling me Mr. Wainright, your cute butt is gonna get whupped every time you do, you hear me?"
"Y-y-yes, D-Daddy," she sniffled wretchedly. Her slim, trembling hands slithered down the rumpled sheet, desperately yearning to cover the most intimate part of her body from his glowing eyes. Her own tear-blurred eyes were hypnotically fixed on the jerking, angrily reddened weapon of his violently swollen prick, the lips of the meatus twitching and puckering with his urge to expel the clotted, hot juices of his long-denied virility.
"I'm going to fuck you, Bobo," he gloatingly mouthed. "But don't you worry none, I know how to take care of things so a sexy girl like you can fuck all she wants and not get into trouble. You just mind your old Daddy Dan, and we're gonna get along great, just us two in this nice cozy little house. Understand me?"
She nodded her head, her hands edging even closer toward her menaced virgin cunt. The pose was awkward and muscularly uncomfortable, as well as agonizingly shameful for the naked young girl, but she didn't dare close her legs as she lay under the domination of his glowing gaze.
"That's my little girl. That's my birthday
Bobo," he snickered. Then, opening his left hand, he showed her the white rubber, let the belt drop down to the floor, and began to pull the condom on over his rampant prick while she watched in horrified fascination.
"There now! Now you don't have to worry at all, honey. That's my girl. Come on now, spread those cute white legs just a little more-that's it! Now you hold still while I get it into your tight little pussy. Might hurt just a little bit, but you'll forget it once you feel your old Daddy Dan's cock digging inside you and juicing you up. Hold still now," he warned in a thick, shuddering voice as he moved between her straddled naked white thighs.
Barbara twisted her face to one side with an agonized gasp, one arm lying over her panting naked breasts, the other hand pressed over her eyes to shut out the sight of his ugly, leering fat face, and, most of all, the throbbing engine of his dark-veined, swollen prick. The glossy skin-tight sheath which he had just pulled over it somehow made the object even more terrifying and fearsome, and the flesh of her inner thighs and belly cringed in frantic apprehension as she awaited her initiation into womanhood.
Getting between her legs, he put his palms down on the bed on either side of her waist, his eyes devouring the swelling mounds of her beautiful young titties. Then he bent his head and kissed her loudly and wetly on the belly.
"Eeeek! Oh-what-what are you doing?" she squealed, squirming fitfully.
"Hold still, I told you! Want another licking? I thought not. Then just shut your mouth and keep your legs spread a mile. Mmmmm, what a juicy sweet pink little crack you've got, Bobo honey! Ever since I met up with your Mama, I been wanting to find out how good I could stretch your cunt for you, honey child. And right now is the time I'm going to do just that. You're ready for it, I can tell by the way you're grinding your little ass against the bed. So the licking hurt a little, huh? You just wait till you feel my cock inside your cunt, Bobo. You'll find that little spanking I gave you is gonna turn you on for fair, till you start asking yourself why in tarnation you didn't come to my bed a long, long time ago," he boasted.
Now, startling the naked girl, he slyly moved his face down to the soft pink gape between her straddled thighs and applied a sucking, noisy kiss. She squealed frantically, half in shame, half in shocked surprise at the lascivious, glowing sensations it roused deep inside of her virgin womb. And then she gasped again and lifted her head to watch, for she had just felt the first prodding, tentative pressure of his condom-sheathed prick against the sensitive twitching lips of her soft virgin cuntal sheath.
"Oooh, Mister-I-I mean D-Daddy-it-it won't ever go in there, not that big old awful thing, it just can't!" she feverishly whispered, tears running down her flushed cheeks. She had dug her fingers into the bed on either side of her to sustain herself against the brunt of his forthcoming penetration, not knowing what torture or what excruciating demands it would inflict upon her most intimate part. She started convulsively as, grinning obscenely at her, her stepfather continued to tantalize her by prodding all around the rims of her soft fleshy young cunt with the very tip of his swollen prick. The coolness of the rubber sheath itself, in direct contrast to the blazingly ferocious spear it sheathed, tickled and titillated her, and she lifted one knee slightly, twisting her toes and gasping as she drew in deep breath after breath to ready herself for her initiation.
"Lemme move up on the bed, M-Mister...D-Daddy-you're gonna mash me like this," she whimpered as she saw him lean toward her. Setting his palms down on either side, he narrowed his gleaming eyes, greedily studying her flushed, tearstained face, the long tumbled dark hair, and the delicious surging of her milky titties.
"This will do fine, Bobo, I can get into your cute little pussy a lot easier the first time this way," he panted. Now, arching himself, he thrust his rubber-sheathed prick right against the soft pouting pink petals of her vulva, and Barbara uttered a frantic gasp, her eyes huge as she studied herself and observed the imminent cohesion between his seemingly enormous weapon and her tender soft virgin orifice of pleasure. Instinctively, she spread her knees wider than ever, thus gaping apart the soft pink cuntal lips which made entryway to her tender narrow sheath, and the maneuver was effective: she felt just the head of his prick press inward to the lobby-way till it reached the resistant hymeneal seal of her virgin cherry.
"Ooooo-oh please, t-take it easy, D-Daddy," she panted, twisting her fingers frantically against the rumpled sheet, her throbbing bottom squirming nervously as she prepared herself for his onslaught. It was funny, she thought to herself, that the larruping he had given her had made her so squirmy and itchy that she just wasn't able to hold him off or fight him for doing this awful, nasty thing to her. All the same, she feverishly wished he would have let her wriggle back onto the bed and lie there if he was going to do this to her. She was awfully afraid his hands would slip and then he would come down on her and crush her, he was so big and fat and so red in the face. And he certainly was wild to do this to her, judging from the way his face was screwed up and his eyes were gleaming and his mouth was wet and moving without any words coming out of it.
Dan Wainright grunted now, steadied himself, and gave a tentative little shove forward. The naked girl squealed and drew up both knees on either side of him, yawning apart the dainty pink crevice into which the glistening white-sheathed tip of his prick had just penetrated. She could feel a sudden unexpected twinge as it pressed demandingly against the only remaining barrier to her womanhood. As she swung up her knees her delicious, saucily curvaceous bottom turned up. His eyes flickered down to observe the crimson redness which stood out against the smooth satiny white skin of the rest of her delectable young nakedness. That sight intensified his lust, as did the clamping tightness with which the lobby-way of her cunt grudgingly accepted his glans. With another hoarser and louder grunt, grinding his teeth, he thrust ruthlessly forward, and Barbara felt the barrier give way as his heavy prick distended the tight and hitherto unprofaned walls of her cuntal sheath.
"Oww, that hurts, you stop it, take it out of me, Mister W-I-I-m-mean D-Daddy-oww, please, it's awfully big, it hurts!" she shrilly complained, kicking her legs frantically in the air, only serving to make a more intoxicatingly lascivious spectacle of herself. For nothing in the world would Dan Wainright have halted now the initiation of his beautiful nymph-like stepdaughter!
"It's in, it's in you practically all the way, you sweet little bitch," he panted, shifting his hands to the edges of her writhing naked hips. "Just you put your arms around your old Daddy Dan's neck and hold on tight, here comes your first good fuck, Bobo honey!"
So saying, with still another lunge which drew a muffled wail from the squirming naked young brunette, he imbedded himself to the very balls, and arched himself over her, crouching with his back bowed, his legs solidly planted, while his chest heaved from the undue exertion combined with his ferocious rut. Already he could feel the soft walls of Barbara's ravaged cunt clamping and convulsively contracting against his burrowing prick, and this sensation completely obliterated any sudden sense of contrition. Even her mother Mavis had never clamped her juicy cunt around his prick any more tightly than cute little Bobo was doing right now!
Half-raising herself from the rumpled bed, Barbara tearfully linked her satiny, creamy arms around his neck, her round firm budding titties rising and falling with sporadic upheaval as shock upon shock swirled through her young nervous system. Strangely, the pain had almost vanished, but she was conscious of an extraordinary distension of her cuntwalls. All her young life seemed to be concentrated within that narrow channel into which his prick had now completely disappeared. Once again, hardly knowing it, her bare legs had flung against his sides to pinion him, as she lay panting and trembling, initiated, but not yet wakened, to the delicious frenzy of hot fucking.
Yet the throbbing, dynamic pulsations deep within her young womb made her shiver with a gradual voluptuousness. Her nipples had hardened, too, and they were darker than before with the erogenous stimulation seething through her naked, quivering body. Slowly he drew back, and she grimaced with discomfort, for the rasping friction reminded her of the initial twinges of his hymeneal conquest of her virgin cunt. But without pausing, Dan Wainright thrust home to the balls again, drew back halfway, then shoved home to the hilt. Barbara's well spanked, reddened bare bottom squirmed and weaved licentiously on the edge of the bed as convulsively her arms and legs enfolded him and she arched up her pelvis basin to the stroking of his thrusts.
"See, honey? Didn't I tell you, you could take it all?" he thickly exulted, slipping his pudgy fingers under her squirming, warm bottom-cheeks to get a firmer grip and mastery over her wriggling, shivering naked body. "This is the best fuck I've had in a long time, honey, and now I'm not mad at you any more, see? You just be my little girl and be good to your old Daddy Dan, and you and me's gonna get along great by ourselves in this here house."
"Y-yes, D-Daddy," Barbara meekly stammered, closing her eyes and turning her face to one side to shut out the crooked grin and red, sweating face and glittering eyes of her initiator. There could be no doubt that she was learning more on this birthday than on any such previous event in her young life. She was already beginning to reason that if she hadn't let him do this to her, he would have given her an awful licking with that nasty old belt. Her bottom still smarted a lot, even though he was making her feel something a lot hotter and funnier deep down inside of her front. The convulsive tightening of her young vaginal sheath, the fluttering spasms of her tender cuntal walls, had manifested themselves to her impressionable young mind and flesh. She was startled at her own acceptance of him, at her lack of total revulsion over his usurpation of her naked body and his usage of it for his own selfish gratification. Such words as "masochism" and "domination" weren't known in the rural school which she attended, but Barbara Wainright was certainly learning them firsthand tonight!
"You've got the tightest little pussy a man ever put his cock into, Bobo," he panted, "and the next time, it's gonna feel lots nicer for both of us, when we get used to each other. But right now, my nuts are about to bust, and I'm gonna fuck you real hard. Just hang on tight, 'cause here we go, sweetie!"
Barbara took a deep shuddering breath and closed her eyes very tight and clenched her legs and arms around him. He drew back to the brink of her quivering cuntal opening, then crammed home in a single vigorous lunge that wrenched a sobbing gasp from the naked young teenager. Her bottom jiggled and squirmed as she tried to adjust herself to the rapacious friction with which he gouged her innermost tender center. But already he was drawing back, then thrusting back and forth with short quick jabs, his fingers digging mercilessly into the exquisitely sensitive globes of her reddened behind. Barbara whimpered and arched herself, shifting her bare legs higher along his sides as he crouched over her, trying to compensate and balance herself on the edge of the bed, ever fearful that he would suddenly crush her down with the energetic vigor of his pillaging of her now quaking young cunt.
Dan Wainright had not the slightest inclination to fault his beautiful naked young stepdaughter on this, her entry into carnal servicing. The feel of her naked calves rubbing against his sides enchanted him, promising him that when she was fully instructed, young Bobo would give him the hottest fuck in Macon County and then some. Her fingertips were scrabbling at his heavy neck, and her face was beginning to turn from side to side, flushed and still tearstained and taut with the feverish expectancy of what was going to happen. Even her mother, for all her innuendoes about a man's way with a girl, hadn't prepared her for all the developments of tonight.
Now his big fingers splayed against her tensing, quivering bottom-cheeks, lifting her hips from the bed as he quickened his lunging penetrations of her exacerbated cuntal sheath. Little whimpering gasps exuded from Barbara's parted, trembling lips, and her nostrils flared and shrank convulsively as she dug her fingernails into his neck and shoulders under the furious, relentless brunt of his fucking. He began to grunt and moan and almost sob with the frenzied impetus of his long-planned rut, its reality even more intoxicating than he had dreamed. The clenching, spasmodically twitching pressures of her cuntal walls against his furrowing prick, even through the thin shield of the rubber, made him feel as if his aching prick was about to burst at any instant.
The teenager's creamy thighs jerked and flexed, her bare bottom weaving and squirming restlessly against the clutch of his pudgy fingers as he crammed himself back and forth. Then suddenly he uttered a bellow of ecstasy and thrust a last deep time to the hilt inside her. She felt a curious kind of explosive jerking of his distending organ, the walls of her quaking cunt responding in milder kind. A feverish darkness seemed to engulf her, and her face flung to one side, her arms dropped and flung out as she let her body be manipulated and twisted and tossed in the last inchoate fury of his violent climax. Her legs wanly dropped from him, sprawled down toward the floor, and her beautiful round naked titties rose and fell with a spasmodic abandon that told of her approach into the Elysian Fields of hot, creaming orgasmic climax.
Shakily, he drew himself out, and the sudden contrast between the thickly engorged, distended fullness of her cunt to its quivering emptiness now made her groan softly, blink her eyes, and stare blindly through the mist of tears and erotic tension at his grinning, florid face.
"Goddamn, if that wasn't a real fuck, Bobo baby!" he mouthed, straightening and exhaling a long sigh of lustful satiation. "Now you just go tidy yourself up and then go right to sleep, hear what I say? We're all even now, honey. I've even forgotten about that plate you smashed in the kitchen. Right now, you're my sweet little girl, and I'm gonna be real nice to you from now on...so long as you keep on being nice like this to your old Daddy Dan."
He chuckled, bent down and kissed her on the belly, his fingers swiftly roving over her panting creamy titties. Barbara squirmed, but found that she lacked the strength to repel him in any way. Her body was shivering as if with ague, for she had reached the point of no return, though not enough this very first initiatory time to cross the Rubicon of rut.
Squinting at her swelling titties and at the gaping, moistened lips of her twitching cunt, he chuckled knowingly and left her room.
CHAPTER THREE
There was a desk light on in the office of Sheriff Ben Gorton at the north end of the main street of Portersville. It was a large office and it served the thriving farm community by doubling as the office of the Recorder of Deeds and Taxes. At the far back, a narrow door led to a still narrower corridor at whose end was a flight of stone steps which went down to the basement where the town jail was located. There were only eight cells, each windowless and equipped with a toilet, washbasin, and hard iron cot on which a single lumpy mattress reposed. Opposite the cells was a dingy old leather-padded couch, a rickety wooden table in front of it, and a straight-backed chair. The time was an hour after Barbara's initiation, and the Sheriff was holding private court with his only prisoner, a sullen-faced, pretty, coppery-haired runaway named Elora Bramson.
Elora was not quite seventeen, five feet eight inches in height, her coppery hair done in a pageboy with curls turned under and a thick fringe along the top of her high arching forehead. She had run away from her miserly old aunt in Caldoga, a little town forty miles northeast of Portersville, day before yesterday, after stealing fifty dollars out of her aunt's purse, sleeping in a nearby cornfield that night, and then hitchhiking her way to Portersville.
Gray-haired widower Ed Buxley had waited on her this morning and sold her a calico dress and some gray lisle stockings and a new pair of white thong sandals, cottoned to her and asked her a few prying questions which she'd sulkily evaded. He'd needed a clerk ever since Bessie Denbury had run off and married that jazz musician and gone to Atlanta with him, so he'd offered Elora a job clerking at his general store. But the uppity little red-haired runaway hadn't liked the way he looked at her. She'd turned him down cold and walked out of the store with her stuff. That was when lie had telephoned Ben Gorton, and half an hour later
Elora had found herself in a cell on the charge of vagrancy and theft. Ben had got a telephone call a little earlier from the county officer in Caldoga, advising him of Elora's theft from her aunt and that she was a run away and told him to be on the lookout for her.
Sheriff Gorton had his own ideas about what Elora really needed in the way of discipline. Earlier this evening, he'd brought her a plate of fried chicken and grits and yams and strong coffee from Betty Halliwell's greasy-spoon restaurant across the street. Now that she'd been fed and had time to think things over, he was enjoying a little session with her which would be for her own good.
He'd started by warning her that if she went back to her aunt, she could be put away in the Vernon State Reformatory For Girls for a couple of years, and she wouldn't eat nearly as hearty as she'd eaten tonight. The matrons there liked to use heavy paddles on uppity girls' asses whenever it took their imagine. If she was smart, he intimated, she'd give him back the money she'd stolen from her aunt. He'd have a talk with the old woman and get her to agree that it would be a lot better if Elora had herself a good steady job and learned to shift for herself. By the job, he meant Ed Buxley. By his fatherly advice, he meant something just a little more personal, and he was already well on the way to enjoying it.
Elora had grudgingly agreed that she didn't want to go back to Aunt Myrtle for anything in the world, but that she didn't hold with settling down in a dreary, dead town like this, working for that nasty old man who had been giving her the eye all the time she'd been in his store this morning.
Sheriff Gorton considered that downright ungrateful. The next thing Elora knew, her wrists were pulled behind her back and expertly handcuffed. Then he pinched heY earlobe and marched her out of her cell, and over to the couch, squealing and protesting that he didn't have any right to treat a prisoner this way. Seating himself, he flung her down over his lap and licked his lips as he contemplated her kicking, wriggling, long-legged loveliness. Her runaway costume consisted of ragged cutoffs, a pullover sweater with a skimpy little pink blouse underneath, and loafers which were well worn at the heels and soles. Though her legs were grimy from the dust of the road along which she had hiked a good part of the way, he nevertheless could savor the delicate, finely grained pale white skin speckled with rosy dots, the complexion of a genuine redhead. She had chiseled ankles, long sleek high-set, sinuous calves, deliciously slender long thighs which began to swell and round mouthwateringly as they merged into a pair of saucy oval-shaped buttocks shaped out with lascivious fidelity by the cutoffs, even to the deep if narrow crevice between the cheeks. And the sweater lovingly molded high-perched, narrowly spaced, extremely ripe pear-shaped titties which he suspected didn't need any padding or even a bra.
Sheriff Gorton didn't hold with paddles. His big hand was calloused and hard enough to tenderize any uppity girl's bare ass enough to make her regret her sassy ways. Besides, he enjoyed the feel of flesh on flesh, and tonight Elora was going to provide a feast of visual and tactual delights.
"You stop that, Sheriff!" she indignantly complained, turning her flushed, contorted face back to him as she struggled over his lap. His left arm had pinned her waist and his right hand was lingeringly squeezing the resilient, delectably firm cheeks of her provocative bottom while she futilely kicked her bare legs up and down until the loafers flew off and thudded against the floor.
"I'm saving you from the reformatory, gal, so you'd best thank me. Resisting an officer of the law might jist add another year or so to your spell up there if you're not careful, Elora girl."
"I don't care-stop that, I told you-you got no right to feel me up, Sheriff! I'm a good girl, I am! Let go! Take your dirty hands off me!"
"Tsk, tsk," he sadly shook his head, a benign, fatherly look on his weather-beaten, suntanned face. He was tall and lanky, with a lot of gray stubble on his cheeks and jaws, and right now he was randy as hell, as Elora was discovering while she writhed and twisted over his lap. His prick thrust violently against the crotch of his faded khaki pants, and as she continued to struggle and kick, her belly rubbed lasciviously against it, adding to his determination to make her take down the swelling in every way a squirmy girl like her could.
Suddenly shifting her so that her legs slid off the couch onto the floor, he clamped his right leg over her ankles, then used both hands to unfasten the cutoffs and yank them down to her knee hollows. A frantic shriek of mingled apprehension and furious rage burst from the red-haired runaway, as she tried to claw him with her slim long fingers.
"Well, I declare! Pink little panties, sorta skimpy, though, for a big juicy ass like yours, Elora honey," he lewdly chuckled as, pinning her shackled wrists with his left hand to clamp her better into position, he glided his right palm over the jouncy oval globes of her squirming bottom.
"Cut it out! I told you, damn it, cut it out, Sheriff!" she hysterically wailed, arching and squirming as best she could.
"Yessirree," he blandly ignored her furious spluttering, "you need to learn some respect and how to dress in a way fitten for your age, gal. I jist think I'm gonna learn you a coupla good lessons tonight, Elora."
So saying, he tore her pink panties down to join her twisted cutoffs, and his eyes widened in lecherous delight at the breathtaking bounciness of the spaciously ripe pale-milky, rosy-flecked bottom-ovals which met his gaze. The deep sinuous crease between them was shadowy, and he could make out, as she shrieked and struggled, the glinting dark-red hairs of an extremely thick cuntal fleece which ran along the perineal groove toward the dainty rosebud, now puckering and flinching as her muscular spasms at times yawned open the pale nacreous globes of her bare behind.
Without further ado, tightening his left arm around her waist, Sheriff Ben Gorton raised his right hand and began to spank the runaway. At the first impact of his palm against her ripe firm satiny naked seat, Elora howled like a banshee, more from shocked rage and virtuous indignation than pain. Another dozen, and she was squirming frantically, glancing fearfully back at him, her face flushed and her dark-blue eyes huge with concern, misted by the first tears of contrition and regret.
Soon another dozen, and she was sobbing huskily and begging him to stop. Her bottom was flaming, the cheeks spasmodically flexing, opening and closing, exposing all her most intimate secrets as he paused, resting his heavy palm on the right summit of her squirming, furiously reddened bottom. "Feel like listening to some fatherly advice, gal?" he demanded in a lust-thickened tone.
"You-you haven't got any right to treat me this way-I know the law-you better-owww!! Please-
I didn't mean it-aiiii! Please, S-Sheriff, don't sp-spank me any more, I can't take it, my butt's burning up-ouuuu-please, I'll do anything you say, just stop, please stop!" she wailed as another stinging and noisy half-dozen slaps visited her crimsoned posterior.
"That's a little better. Now you better show me if you mean what you said, gal. Get down on your knees and see what you can do about showing it," he instructed. With both hands, he helped her slip down on her knees to the floor, where she remained, wrists handcuffed behind her back, head bowed and sobbing bitterly. Giving her a moment to regain her poise, he then impatiently demanded, "Well now, what about it?"
Shifting himself to the edge of the couch and spreading his sinewy thighs, he exhibited the prodigious thrust of his aching, furiously erect prick against the strained fly of his khaki pants. Elora slowly looked up, blinking the tears away and staring at him appealingly.
"Now, that's the way I like to see an uppity gal look at a law enforcement officer," he chuckled meaningfully. "You don't really want to go back home to that Aunt Myrtle of yours, do you? Or to the reformatory either?"
Elora shook her head, sniffling noisily. Tears slowly ran down her flushed cheeks, and she squirmed restlessly on her knees, her cutoffs and panties twisted about them and her bottom smarting intolerably. His eyes devoured the thick x mossy curls of her cuntal fleece, observing the soft fleshy pink lips shielded by the luxuriant growth. Her magnificent firm pear-breasts rose and fell violently against the tight pull of her sweater.
"Then we'll jist see how nice a lady you can be tonight, and tomorrow you're gonna walk over to old Ed Buxley's store and tell him you really want to work for him, no matter what he pays you, get me?"
Miserably, she nodded, her eyes still raptly fixed on the thick protuberance of his aching prick.
His eyes met hers, and he grinned crookedly. "Why sure, Elora honey. Glad you asked." His right hand yanked down the zipper, fumbled with his shorts, and popped out his swollen, bony-looking elongated prick, with an enormous mushroom-cap-like glans set off by a shallow, wide circumcision groove. The lips of his meatus were twitching and clenching, evidence of his furious desire to cum.
Elora gulped and turned as crimson as her bottom was, biting her lips nervously, twisting her long fingers together as she strained against the handcuffs.
"I'll take them off after you've shown me some real respect, honey," he said softly. "Now you jist do what comes naturally, and then we'll see."
"I ain't never-I mean-" she feebly began.
"You mean you're cherry at your age? If you're lying, Elora, I'll use my razor strop on that big heinie if yours."
"Oh no-I mean-I-I've screwed with a fellow at school, only I never-well, you know-"
"Then this is jist as good a time as any to start learning," he concluded, gesturing with his thumb to his bulging, angrily reddened prick.
With a groan of shame, closing her eyes, Elora bent her head and her trembling lips brushed the tip of his aching glans. "That's the way," he exulted. "Nice and slow, jist get acquainted with it. Later on, honey, when you get it worked up good enough, you're gonna feel the difference between a man's doin' it in your pussy and some screwball school boy, savvy? Now get with it, Elora girl!"
With a shiver, the teenaged redhead pursed her moist full lips and pressed them gently against the very tip of his throbbing prick. He groaned softly, staring greedily at her. Her sulky face had somehow grown sensual, that of a young wanton. Her dainty, straight nose, with just a hint of being upturned, had thin, sensuous nostrils which dilated and quiveringly shrank, and her long thick naturally coppery-red eyelashes were flickering as she blinked tears out of her eyes. She had a delightfully rounded, deeply dimpled chin, and it was trembling now. Her attitude was that of a headstrong filly, conquered by bit and bridle, ready to be ridden. The blood pounded thickly and hotly in his veins, and his prick jerked with anticipation as Elora's lips brushed it humbly.
"That's right, go slow. We got all night to teach you how to take care of a real man, Elora baby," he muttered. His fingers were itching to grab her by the ears and force her to suck cock, make her cheeks bulge with it, but he controlled himself. Rural sheriff though he was, years of varied fucking experiences had taught him that prolongation and dalliance were more rewarding than brutal quickies. He remembered how a couple of years ago he'd had to evict a proud, light-brunette divorcee just turning forty, whose hubby wanted to put the screws on her after he'd married his young secretary. He'd talked with the woman and found out that her no-good hubby had called her a frigid cunt to her face. And before an hour was over, Sheriff Ben Gorton had undressed her down to girdle and bra and was running his tongue over her plump white thighs till she was begging him to give it to her. He'd found her a job as a secretary-bookkeeper to Mack Tolson, the local farm equipment dealer, and now she was married to Mack, blossoming out and happy. There were times when you gentled a woman and got a helluva lot more out of her cunt than if you beat her down and gave her a quick hard fuck.
That was why he let Elora take her own sweet time about giving him her first blow job ever. For a few minutes, she pecked with her quivering lips all around his prick, going down toward his balls at last. Then, with a nervous little gasp, opening her eyes and staring at him, and then blushing hotly, she had suddenly bobbed her head, opened her mouth and taken almost all his prickhead between her lips and began to suck at it almost lovingly.
He hadn't been prepared for it, and had to fight the urge to burst right inside that sweet hot mouth of hers.
"Attagirl, Elora honey," he panted, gripping the edges of the mattress and holding on for dear life. "You're a good girl, I told myself you were when I first booked you and clapped you into this here jail. Now you just keep on like this, and you'll see we got a place for you here in Portersville. You'll be just fine, honey, just fine."
She squirmed on her knees and moaned softly, her cheeks bulging with their contents. Her tongue was flickering around the sides of his glans till he thought he would explode. It was sweet torture to hold back and to see just how far the red-haired little bitch would go.
Now she made noisy wet sucking sounds, slurping at his prick, nibbling at it with the edges of her lips right over the circumcision groove, thrusting her tongue tip against the lips of his twitching meatus till he was nearly dying from it.
"That's it, that's it," he excitedly groaned, gripping her flushed cheeks with his sinewy hands. "Use that tongue, baby, use it good and hard, Elora!"
And as her tongue rubbed round and round his throbbing, aching prickhead, Sheriff Ben Gorton half-rose from the couch and uttered a bellow of ecstasy as he felt himself burst all his cum into Elora's choking, rapidly swallowing mouth.
Leaning back with a groan of pleasure, he palmed his thighs and stared hungrily at the half-naked, kneeling, handcuffed teenager. With a visible effort, Elora had managed to down his copious jet, her lips painted, her superb pear-titties heaving convulsively as she swallowed again and again and managed to keep from choking. Then she raised humid, dilated eyes to him, in which he could read both fearful respect and a strange kind of emotional excitement. "Now that's a mite better, girl," he said, not unkindly. "Seeing as how you're so cooperative, I might just take those handcuffs off."
Elora squirmed uneasily on her bare knees, lowering her eyes and blushing vividly as, staring at the floor, she huskily murmured, "You-you gonna f-fuck me now, S-Sheriff?"
"Why, sure." He was a little surprised at this unexpected, direct query. "I'm still horny as hell, you can see my cock's still plenty stiff, girl."
"I-I figgered as much, S-Sheriff," came the astonishing, softly faltering reply. Then, after a pause, she huskily murmured, "Wouldja m-mind leaving them on? And-and maybe sp-spanking my butt some-some more?"
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! Sure, since you feel inclined that way, honey, I'll be glad to touch up that sexy butt of yours a mite more. Get over my lap again!" he excitedly panted.
Sniffling, the red-haired teenager docilely crawled over to his right. Reaching down for her, he hauled her back over his lap on the couch, pulled her long bare white legs onto the surface and leaned back, admiring the tensing, squirming and still discolored oval cheeks of her voluptuous young bottom. Elora had clasped her fingers together and was working them nervously, glancing back at him over her shoulder with that same fearful yet strangely pleading look. A slow smile of comprehension dawned on his homely, rugged face: "I get it now, gal. You're really hot to trot, only you been taught by that cranky old aunt of yours that it's wrong to fuck before you get a wedding ring on your finger, that right? But if I fantail your hind end, then you know you can't do nuthin' to stop my fuckin' you and that makes it all right."
She uttered a wistful little sigh and bowed her head, confirming without words his uncannily accurate diagnosis. With a broad grin, he tucked his left arm round her waist and pulled her closer to him, running his right palm slowly over the twitching, still crimsoned cheeks of her magnificent firm ass. A faint sigh of anticipation escaped the submissive teenager, and she pressed her cheek down against the surface of the old couch to ready herself for the continuation of this love-spanking...for such it really was.
Slowly, he lifted his hand and grinned again as he saw her contract her buttocks in anticipation. But the slap was light, more a caress than punitive, over the top of her right hip, and another equally mild to the other hip.
The girl gasped and squirmed feverishly, crossing her socks-clad ankles, twisting her toes, adjusting herself. He patted her bottom, then delivered a few more equally light slaps all over both cheeks.
"N-not that way, S-Sheriff, please!" Her whisper was frantic if faint. "Lay it to my butt good, I've been a real bad girl, I deserve it!"
He could feel his prick jerk with renewed lust at this fervent admission, and the way Elora was restlessly squirming over it, bending it up against her lower belly, told him that this was going to be a memorable night indeed. Raising his right hand, he descended it abruptly, then again and again, the first two flattening the ripest curves of both arching bottom-globes, the third making impact exactly over the deep crevice between her inflamed asscheeks.
"Ooooh! Oh, I'll be good, S-Sheriff?" she sniffled, kicking up first one foot and then the other, glancing round at him again. This time the indefinable humid shadow in her widened eyes was unmistakably that of the adoring passion-slave.
He could feel the head of his prick throb with revitalized fury as he resumed the spanking. Elora gasped and whimpered now at every crisply sonorous intonation of his palm against her fiery bottom, tossing and wriggling and weaving her hips in the most salacious way imaginable. She seemed to try to squirm herself so that his prickhead rubbed against the moist palpitating lips of her pink cunt, and he quickened the cadence of the spanking with a flurry of rapid, noisy slaps that drew wails, squeals and sobbing promises to be good and do anything he wanted.
"All right, Elora honey," he gasped, fighting the impulse once again to shoot his remaining essence against her squirming warm belly. "Now I'm gonna really fuck you, honey!"
He eased her off his lap, stood up and then tugged her onto her back on the couch. Elora groaned and arched her bottom up to ease the throbbing, burning pangs which assailed her now furiously inflamed bottom. The whiteness of her belly and thighs and calves became all the more exciting by contrast. His prick was glistening, ferociously turgid again, as he bent to twist his fingers in the hem of her sweater and drag it up to her neck. She had a skimpy pink bra on which he at once yanked off, and then he gasped with lecherous pleasure at the sight of the large twin pears that thrust up and down agitatedly. The firm, saucy, dark-rosy nipples were taut and stiffened already with her erogenous fervor.
She was smiling through her tears, her eyes very huge and fixed intently on him. As he bent to her, she lifted both knees and spread them hugely to gape apart her cuntal lips for his immediate entry. With a groan of anticipation, Sheriff Ben Gorton thrust home to the balls in a single violent lunge, and felt Elora buck under him and arch her panting breasts upward. He sank down, his heaving chest flattening those boldly ardent love globes, as his mouth crushed and silenced her whimpering plaints of submissive ardor. Then his hands cupped them, his thumb pads rubbing the flinty nipples as he felt the convulsive spasms of her fully awakened cuntal sheath gripping and holding his swollen prick in its avid imprisonment.
He could take his time and really enjoy this fuck. Her having blown him had taken off the raw edge of his lust, so this bout could be deliciously prolonged, luxuriating in the humid clamping of her cuntwalls against his burrowing ramrod. Settling himself, his fingers squeezing and kneading her panting young satiny naked breasts, he put his tongue between her lips, and Elora eagerly responded with her own. He felt himself drawn into her, the sweet hot tight maw of her cunt absorbing all his maleness. Then slowly he drew himself back to the very brink, held himself suspended as she writhed and moaned under him, then slowly shoved back to the balls as she arched and squirmed her hips frantically.
As he continued to stroke her swollen sensitized cuntal sheath, angling so that the tip of his prick brushed against her well developed clitoris, the almost naked red-haired handcuffed runaway began to buck and shudder under him.
Tilting back her contorted, flushed, tearstained face, Elora huskily announced her mounting rapture: "Aaah-oh, Gawd, S-Sheriff, fuck me good-oooh, harder, punish me, I've been so bad-I stole from my Aunt Myrtle, I let a boy screw me-oooh, aaaaah, that's so good-oooh, harder, please, S-Sheriff, make me cum good and hard now, oh puhlease make me cum-ooooh-ouuuuuit's wonderful-oh harder, S-Sheriff, aaaah!"
The couch creaked with her frenetic gyrations as he skewered her, lashed into furious, possessive conquest by her fervent exhortations and, most of all, by the squirming, wriggling movements of her bare hips which threatened to unhorse him, buried though he was in her warm tight cuntal socket. Slipping his right hand down under her as she arched her bottom, he prodded his right forefinger against the dainty, thin-lipped rosette of her asshole, and Elora's wild squeal of pleasure and her threshing movements under him instantly responded: "Aaah-oooh, S-Sheriff, oh that's awful good-nobody ever done that to me before-yes, yes, goose me hard-it feels just like your big hard cock inside my other little hole, oooh-aaah-give it to me hard, punish me, make me a good girl, Sheriff, puhlease!"
He fought the maddening urge to explode again, for all his tides were rising hotly, achingly, painfully at the swollen tip of his prick which rubbed and chafed this way and that against the humid crannies of her seething cunt. Delving his finger to the knuckle, feeling her rectal walls clamp against it as fiercely as her cuntwalls were besieging his straining prick, Sheriff Ben Gorton thrust home a final time and felt himself drained of all his juices by the convulsive suction of her passionate young cunt. Elora uttered a shriek of rapture, flinging her bare legs over his sinewy, straining bottom, and bucked wildly under him as her own tides turbulently rushed to meet his.
He lay there panting, dripping with sweat, feeling his deflating cock still kissed and clipped and compressed by the agitated after-spasms of her cuntal walls. Eyes closed, nostrils flaring and clenching, her beautiful pale-white, dark-tipped pear-breasts swelling voluminously, Elora groaned in bliss.
"I'm gonna look after you real good from now on, Elora," he hoarsely promised. "You're gonna take that job with Ed Buxley, but I'll be looking in every now and then to make sure he treats you right, you hear, girl? Tomorrow morning, I'm bringing you a nice steak breakfast with all the trimmings. Then we'll go put you on old Ed's payroll. And he'll tell me if you're naughty or need touching up every so often, so you and I can have ourselves another time like this."
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan Wainright had been a little edgy when he came down for breakfast the next morning and found his teenaged stepdaughter in the kitchen already preparing it. While it was true that a hard prick had no conscience, it was equally true that once it was limp a man could have certain misgivings. And if cute Bobo ever took it into her head to tattle at school what had happened last night, he could find himself in the soup for fair. So he was mightily relieved when she turned to him and, although blushing, huskily wished him a good morning and asked if he would like his eggs once over lightly as usual.
As she bent to serve him his breakfast, he couldn't help noticing the way her titties shoved out against her pretty pink cotton blouse, its short sleeves exposing the creamy curves of her beautifully sculptured arms. And the trim green cotton skirt descending just about at her dimpled knees shaped out that twitchy, wriggly butt of hers and those nice long ripening thighs in the most mouthwatering way imaginable. She wore yellow anklet socks and her loafers, and she was obviously all ready for school, her dark-brown hair neatly combed and tumbling in a gathered sheaf down to the middle of her smooth back.
"Don't you think you ought to start wearing stockings, honey?" he anxiously inquired.
"No reason," she nonchalantly shrugged. "It'd be a waste of money, Mr. W-I-I mean, D-Daddy."
"That's right now," he grinned lewdly, his face flushing hotly as he eyed her equally blushing face. "You and I, we got a little agreement between us, haven't we, Bobo?"
"Why-yes, s-sir."
"That's good. Just see you don't forget it. Well, if you don't mind the boys looking at your legs, I guess I shouldn't mind either." His face hardened suddenly. "Only don't let me ever catch you playing around with any of them, you hear? They could get you into real trouble, and once they start it, it'd be all over school and town, and you wouldn't be anything better than a cheap little whore. You remember that, Bobo. Now I'm going into town and get you something nice for supper, maybe another present. You do your sums and don't give the teacher no trouble, and I'll see you tonight."
"Yes, all-all right, D-Daddy." Every time she said that magical word which stirred a throbbing ache in the region of his crotch, she blushed prettily. By God, he felt like taking her out of school and keeping her in just bra and pants or maybe just her nightie around the house all day and night so she could be there for whenever he felt the itch, just as he did right now. But of course that wasn't possible. The school truant officer would be out in a jiffy if Bobo didn't show up two days running.
As he got into his old Ford sedan and drove into town a few minutes after she had left the house for school, he did some tall thinking. He knew damn well this wouldn't be a one-night stand. No man in his right mind with jism in his pecker could stand to be around the house very long with a sexy little bitch like Bobo without wanting to take her panties off and throw her down on the bed, spread her legs apart and shove his cock into that soft pink little pussy of hers. Only he was going to have to think things out so that she wouldn't ever dare blab what was going on. For that, he needed old Ben Gorton's advice, because Ben was a pussy hound just the way he was.
The Sheriff was seated at his desk going through a sheaf of papers when Dan Wainright walked in, pulled up a chair, offered his hunting and fishing buddy a good cigar, lit one himself and then leaned back, eager to hear the latest news. "Well now, Ben, world treating you all right?"
"Better than that, Dan boy." Ben Gorton winked meaningfully. "Had me a hot time downstairs last night. Tall, sassy red-haired runaway named Elora, seventeen and stacked. But I got her all fixed up now. She's starting work right now over at Ed Buxley's store, and I found her a room with Widow Jones for eight bucks a week, keep and all the vittles she can put into her cute tummy. 'Sides which, when she needs gentling, I'll know where to find her. Say, Dan, you ought to get yourself a piece for regular bedding, I'm thinking. Ever since you lost poor Mavis, you've been looking mighty deprived and forlorn."
"I suppose so. But having a girl that's too young isn't such a smart idea either. Can't they get you on rape or delinquency charges?" Dan Wainright wanted to know.
"If they catch you and somebody shoots off his big mouth, I suppose so, sure. Only you don't want to get caught and there's no reason to, neither you nor me. Of course, being sheriff here, I got some fringe benefits, like you might say. Now like Elora isn't going to tell anybody what went on last night down in the basement. I tanned her hide a little and she lit up like a firecracker."
"She did?" Dan Wainright's eyes widened and he leaned forward to stare at the law officer.
"Sure, Dan boy. I declare, I thought you knew there's lots of fillies are scared to put out 'cause of the way they've been brung up. Once you tan their asses for them and show them who's boss, though, you'd be surprised how many of them really go for it. I mean like Elora. She couldn't wait to get fucked once she'd had her cute ass fantailed some. Fact is, she even wanted more so it would make her hot."
"Well, I declare, that does beat all," Dan Wainright mused aloud. He was thinking of Bobo. "But when you're messing with a young girl like that, Ben, isn't there a chance of getting her in trouble?"
"Not if you use a safe. Only me, I'm a firm believer in dipping the old wick into the candle wax so I can feel what's what. I told Elora this morning when I took her over to Ed's store that she'd better start using the pill. You know, the gal swallows a pill every day and she can't get into trouble, no matter how often you fuck her. You ought to look into that, boy."
After a few more lubricious sallies and reminiscences of their good time together, Dan Wainright bade his hunting and fishing companion a grateful goodbye, sauntered on down to the general store where there was a little pharmacy and drug section, and got himself a couple of months' supply of the pill. While he was at it, he looked around and spied the tall redhead Sheriff Gorton had talked about, and his prick hardened even more.
Old Ben was just a lucky son of a bitch, that was what he was, being able to fuck a tall slinky red-haired bitch like that whenever he felt like it with no danger at all, just a part of his regular job. Well, he'd have a little chat with Bobo tonight and tell her all about the pill. And he wasn't forgetting what old Ben had said about some girls liking to be made to do it, so they'd feel that it wasn't their doing and they had to give or else. If it would make Bobo any hornier, if it would make her sweet little tight pussy feel any better to his cock than it had last night, he'd try anything and stick to it.
The dishes had been washed and Dan Wainright himself, in an expansive mood, had dried them. At the table, he had laid down a wrapped box of candy which he'd picked up at the general store and also a pair of dark-brown panty hose the size he figured to be just right for his stepdaughter. She had blushed and thanked him, opened up the panty hose, blushed even more hotly than ever, and then had been rather quiet during the rest of the meal. He glanced at her demure face now as she soaped one of the supper dishes and carefully handed it to him: "I see you're being a mite more careful with the dishes, honey. Can't say as I blame you. We don't want to take the strap to that sweet little hind end of yours again, do we."
"N-no, D-Daddy."
"You saw that little bottle I had wrapped up with your candy, didn't you, Bobo."
"Oh yes!"
"I'll finish the dishes. You go take a couple of those pills right now, and then go get washed up and get to bed."
"You mean-oh gosh, please not again, Mr. Wainright-I mean-D-Daddy, don't do that again to me, it's not right!" All of a sudden she had turned to face him, twisting her hands together in front of her, her eyes wide and tear misted, her lips trembling, rich color suffusing her milky cheeks. Damned if she wasn't the most tantalizing filly he'd ever seen, so sexy and so young, and already able to make a man get a hard-on in less time than it took to spell his name!
"Now, Bobo, you do like I told you. I told you we'd get along just fine if you minded what I said, and I meant it. You go up to your room now and you take those pills and then you wash good and put on a cute nightie. You hear me?"
She bit her lips, then nodded, abruptly turned and ran from the kitchen. He could hear a muffled sob as the door swung behind her. He grinned to himself, slyly put his hand down to the crotch of his pants and rubbed his hardening prick with anticipation.
Since it was Friday night, he knew that she could stay up late and not have to go to school the next day. Purposely he had dawdled over the weekly newspaper, reading the editorials and the marketing reports, then watched television till about ten. At last, going to his bathroom and stripping down to his longjohns, he splashed water into a bowl and washed his face, then dabbed some shaving lotion on the back of his neck and against the armpits of his underwear. This done, he unbuttoned the "trapdoor" on the longjohns, his prick at once thrusting out, taut with dark, swollen, crawling veins. He'd been thinking about the various ways of screwing Bobo, and this time he was going to feel his bare-naked cock deep down inside her tight little pussy, or know the reason why.
Slowly he moved along the hallway, till he reached her room. Then he scowled. Her light was out, as he could tell from looking under the crack at the door. Why, the ornery little bitch, trying to put him down this way, after the ring he'd bought her and getting her the pill and all! Tightening his lips, he moved to his dead wife's room and picked up a black wooden old-fashioned hairbrush from the dresser, clenched it tightly in his right fist and glared at it as he went back to his stepdaughter's room.
When he opened the door, it was just as he had figured. The room was dark and he could hear Barbara's regular breathing. He reached for the light switch and flicked it on. She lay with her back to him, the covers and sheets drawn up around her neck. But that juicy ass of hers was outlined by the clinging bedclothes, and he grinned wickedly as he tiptoed up to the bed, drew back his right hand and applied a sonorous Whack! with the flat back of the hairbrush against the most prominent curve of that proffered posterior.
"Eeoww!" Barbara yelled, swiftly awakening and rolling over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows and blinking her eyes as she stared at him. "Oh my gosh, I-I was asleep-"
"I can see that for myself, Bobo. Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Did you take a shower and all and take the pills?"
"N-no, I-I didn't, Mr. W-Wainright-I-I've been thinking it over-"
"And?" he ominously pursued, his eyes beady and narrowed with lustful anger.
"It-it's not right, it's not right at all and you know it isn't, Mr. W-Wainright. I mean, Mama was your wife and all, but I'm only fifteen and if I was to tell anybody at school, they might put me in jail and you too, you know they would."
"So you been thinking this all out, have you? Well, let me tell you something, Bobo. Old Sheriff Gorton, he's my best buddy and if anybody would put anybody in jail, it would be him, savvy?
"Anyhow," he swiftly and improvised, "I told him about us, and he said it was okay so long as I didn't get you into trouble. That's the long and short of it. Now peel those covers off and let's see if you're ready. Wait now, you go take two pills right off, quick, before you do anything else. Mind now, or I'll use this on your butt!" He waved the hairbrush menacingly.
Barbara gulped and turned a flaming red, but saw there was no help for it. Hesitantly, she flung back the sheets and covers, and scrambled out of bed to go to the bathroom, Dan Wainright following on her heels. She had on a yellow cotton nightie cut all the way down to her ankles, even with long sleeves to her wrists. It was as if she were purposely defying him. He glanced at the hairbrush in his hand and grinned to himself.
Her glossy dark-brown hair tumbled down to the middle of her back, lustrous and shining, for she had combed and brushed it thoroughly before going to sleep. She opened the medicine cabinet, took out the bottle he had given her, glanced fearfully at him, and then swallowed two of the pills.
"That's more like it. Now get over to the bed and peel that nightie right off. You see what I got for you, honey?" He gestured to his taut, savagely swollen prick.
"Please don't-it's not right-I know I'm not kin, but it's still not right. My gosh, Mr. W-Wainright, I-I'm only fifteen and-"
"Hell, some of the mountain girls get married when they're twelve," he thundered. "I can see you're just itching for another spanking. Well, young lady, you're going to get it. Maybe I was too easy on you last night. Get that nightie off right now!"
Tears welling to her eyes, Barbara stooped and dragged the nightgown slowly off her body, let it fall to the floor of the bathroom. He licked his lips as all her creamy young treasures came into view, the deliciously dark-fleeced apex between her white quivering thighs making all the rest of her that much more delectably satiny and exciting. Her titties had begun to rise and fall with erratic rhythm, and he knew that she was scared to hell and gone of him-that was exactly as it should be.
"So," he shook his left forefinger at her, adopting the role of stem father, "you still keep calling me Mr. Wainright instead of Daddy. Here I was nice to you on your birthday and I warned you that I wanted things done my way. You're my girl now, don't forget it, and when you're naughty you're going to get punished. You be good, and I won't have to swat your cute butt. Now come along with me and get your spanking."
"Oh no-oh please, that's not fair-you're awful, you're mean-oww!" She had started to protest sobbingly, and in his lecherous exasperation, Dan Wainright had reached out and cuffed her on the cheek. Putting a hand to the crimsoned place, she stared woefully at him, and then bowing her head, moved slowly and reluctantly toward the bed with him following right beside her.
His prick was so achingly swollen that he knew he didn't have time to give her the thorough whaling she needed. So, posing his left foot on the bed, he gripped her left wrist with his left hand and forced her to bend down over his knee. Then, raising the hairbrush, he applied four or five quick spanks at random over her creamy bottom. Barbara squealed, sobbed, began to dance and to twist her face back to him imploringly. "Ouch-oh please don't-you know it's not right-oh why do you make me hate you like this? Why can't you be nice the way you were when you married Mama -oww, that hurts!"
The jiggling of her round sweet creamy titties as she tried to squirm away from the barrage of hairbrush spanks further added to his rutting excitement. He thought to himself that if he had a movie camera, he could make a small fortune taking stag movies of this cute little bitch with her sulky, saucy face, that long hair dancing against her back and shoulders, those ripe firm satiny boobies of hers and of course that luscious white, wiggling ass.
"I'm going to teach you once and for all to do what I tell you to, Bobo," he harangued the sobbing teenager. He tugged her wrist down to make her bend even further over his upraised knee, applying another quick series of stinging, noisy swats all over the lower curves of both squirming bottom-cheeks.
"Eee! Oh please don't-don't spank so hard-oh it hurts, it's so sore there from last night-oh please, D-Daddy, I'm sorry-I didn't mean to make you mad-oww-please stop, please!" she tearfully, contritely implored, again turning her tearstained, contorted face back to him. He was almost ready to burst. Never before had he been so conscious that the exquisite face of a pretty young girl undergoing corporal punishment could be so lust-arousing. It was even better almost than fucking...but of course, not quite!
"Well, then, are you ready to do what I want or do you want some more of this hairbrush, Bobo?" His voice was thick and shuddering as he lifted the brush high enough for her to see as she looked back imploringly at him.
"Oh no, oh don't I-I'll do anything, anything you want, only please-please be nice and don't h-hurt me-oh gosh, aren't you going to-aren't you going to put something on your-you know-like you did last night?"
"Of course not, silly, that's why you took those pills. It's a lot better this way, honey. You'll see. Once you feel my bare-naked cock inside that tight little squirmy pussy of yours, you're going to forget all about being huffy and not letting me go to bed with you the way I want. All right now, you get right into bed and get on your knees and bend her head down to the bed and get ready for me. I'm going to try to poke you dog-fashion this time. Your Mama sort of liked that every once in a while," he lewdly chuckled.
Barbara's face was scarlet with shame now as well as from the exertions of trying to avoid the brief but hotly stinging spanking which had left her creamy buttocks a bright crimson. Energetically rubbing her seat, she crawled onto the bed and slowly got onto all fours, bowing her head down, her hair tumbling in a lustrous swathe over one dimpled, quivering creamy shoulder, hiding one side of her face.
He clambered onto the bed behind her, laying the hairbrush down in case it was needed again. His eyes fixed on the gaping pink cuntal lips which her lubricious, humble pose proffered to him, and the thick dark-brown curls which framed that soft, palpitating orifice on either side and made it seem all the more lubricious and inviting to the savagely swollen instrument he had ready for her.
Barbara had clenched her fists and was pressing her forehead down tightly against the bed, her thighs and knees shaking beneath her as she prepared herself for the onslaught. His hands roamed over her lower back, then her hips, then caressed her smarting bottom-cheeks, and she squealed and sobbed a little, glancing nervously back at him. His face was very red and he was scowling, and she could see the immense bulb-like head of his throbbing prick inches away from her spanked bottom.
"So now, my spanked little girl has learned her lesson, hm?" he crooned as he reached for her dangling, ripening round creamy titties with his pudgy fingers and slowly and luxuriously fondled and squeezed them while she gasped and squirmed. He could feel the hot satiny globes of her bottom squirm and rub against his hairy belly through the longjohns, and he vowed that the next time both of them would be bare-ass naked for fucking. Even so, this felt even more delicious than last night.
"Y-yes, D-Daddy," Barbara breathed in a resigned, feverish tone of voice as she closed her eyes and tensed herself.
He drew his right hand to grip his prick with thumb and forefinger at the scrotum to steer and direct it towards the gaping pink cuntal crevice which she offered so submissively now. Her buttocks contracted and spasmed, weaving and squirming, not only from the understandable apprehension of what awaited her, but also from the hot discomfort left by the hairbrush.
With a groan of pleasure, he pressed himself forward until he could feel the tip of his taut prickhead rub against the rims of her cuntal lips, and slyly and slowly made the circle, holding his prick and moving it about like a signaling semaphore as Barbara squirmed and gasped, the tickling friction of this salacious preliminary beginning even against her will to waken curiously powerful and new sensations deep within her as yet only partly tutored young body.
Then, out of lascivious curiosity and also gloating triumph, Dan Wainright released his prick and edged his right forefinger against the soft twitching petals of his stepdaughter's cunt. His eyes widened to find them moist and palpitating, vibrating as if just awakened from girlish, innocent torpor. A crafty grin warped his fat, florid face. So old Ben was right, after all! Well, wasn't that something! Here this little bitch was carrying on fit to be tied about its not being right to fuck her own step-daddy, and here she was juicing up her pussy as if she .couldn't get enough of cock. Well, he was going to oblige the little lady starting with right now!
Taking hold of his prick at the base again, he steered it up against the open pink cleft, pressed forward just a little, his left hand continuing to knead and massage and squeeze one of her panting creamy firm satiny titties. Barbara stiffened herself, tried to dig her knees down and plant herself solidly to withstand him. The tickling between her legs persisted, and it was blended with the prickling heat of the quick but stinging hairbrush spanking. Tears ran slowly down her flushed cheeks as she waited almost impatiently for him to start and get it over with. At least it didn't hurt as much as that darned old hairbrush.
"Now, Bobo, I want you to ask your old Daddy Dan to fuck your pussy good with his big prick. Say it, honey," he hoarsely urged as he prodded her tender crevice again, holding back from actual entry with a tremendous effort.
"Oh don't make me s-say such an awful thing, please, D-Daddy Dan!" she quavered.
He picked up the hairbrush, gave her two stinging loud cracks against the top of her right hip. "Say it!" he angrily urged.
"Oww! Eeeeek! I will, I will, oh please, no more sp-spanking, please! I-I-oh please, D-Daddy D-Dan-I-I want you please to f-f-fuck my-my p-pussy good and h-hard with your great-great-great big p-p-prick!" she sobbingly called out, wriggling her bottom back and forth and shifting on her bare knees as she glanced back at him in tearful supplication.
"I'll be glad to, Bobo honey," he grinned triumphantly. Dropping the hairbrush to the bed, he reached for both her titties now with his hands and squeezed the luscious handfuls. Then, arching himself, he pressed the bulbous glans of his aching prick between the opened vulva lips and advanced himself till half his prick distended and was absorbed by the tightening, clenching walls of her humid, narrow young cuntal sheath.
"Oohhh-oh Lordie-ooouuu, D-Daddy, please
Make it easy, it's still awful sensitive there, please!" she tearfully complained, lifting her contorted face up, her eyes fixed on the dingily plastered wall ahead of her.
With a grunt of delight, Dan Wainright forced himself forward till his balls banged against the lower curves of her squirming naked bottom, feeling the exquisite friction of this penetration which rasped against the grudgingly yielding walls of her tight young cunt. Barbara moaned and squirmed, once again burying her forehead against the rumpled sheets, clenching her fists till her knuckles whitened, bending her knees slightly as she arched herself up to him to prove her complete submission. But the intense tingling sensation which first the spanking and then his finger-feeling of her cuntal lips had evoked now intensified, and she began to shiver with an innate voluptuousness which of course she did not yet recognize for what it was. Spots seemed to dance before her tear-blurred eyes, her knees wavered, the muscles of her thighs flexed and relaxed, as she felt her buttocks rub against the scratchy material of his tightfitting longjohns.
As for Dan Wainright, he was in a seventh heaven. From now on, he was going to control Bobo with plenty of fucking, and plenty of spanking, because he had just learned from his old friend Ben Gorton that the two went hand in hand to make a gal nicely hot to fuck and properly respectful of her elders. The only trouble was, having his bare hot swollen prick clamped in Bobo's tight sweet moist little pussy was going to make him juice her up faster than he'd counted on. Maybe, till he got the hang of fucking such a young hot little piece, he'd better pace himself better or even wear the rubber as he'd done last night. Damn if he wanted to, though, because there was just nothing in the world like feeling your prick cramming as far as it would go into a tight hot little box like Bobo's!
"Now isn't this a lot better than spanking, baby?" he panted as he slowly pulled out, then sank himself to the balls again.
"Ohh-why-why-yes, D-Daddy Dan-oooh-but please-puhlease t-take it e-easy," she tremulously gasped again, glancing back with widened, tear-glazed eyes, her nostrils dilating and shrinking, her sweet red mouth twisted as she became aware of the blending of discomfort and latent delight inside her tenderest and most private parts.
"Did any of the boys talk to you at school today, honey?" he asked as he held himself immobile, hiked inside her quaking cunthole, squeezing her titties and pinching her stiffening young nipples gently.
"Yes-D-Daddy-but I told them I didn't care about b-boys-"
"That's my good girl. You just keep it up like that, and we'll get along just fine, the two of us. I don't rightly see why I have to think about marrying another woman, now that I've got my little girl to cook and service me like a real woman ought to do for her man. Now hold on tight, honey, I'm going to give you a real quick fucking now, because I'm getting wild to cum!" he warned.
Suiting the action to the word, Dan Wainright drew himself almost out of the young girl's cunt, excited by the squishy sounds of her now thoroughly moistened vaginal chasm as it yielded back the distending ramrod of his heavy prick. Thrusting home fiercely, he drew back again halfway, then shoved to the balls, then back, and again to the hilt. Barbara twisted and squirmed, her knees bending, moaning softly and rolling her eyes at the wall beyond which she could not see through her misty tears. Then she heard him bellow with delight, and instantly felt the hot splash of his cum deep inside the churning scabbard of her wakened young cunt. At almost the same moment, she felt an overpowering tidal wave catch her and hurtle her up onto a black, shadowy shore, and she sank down flat, sobbing as she felt him crush down over her, his belly flattening her stinging bottom, his hands squeezing her panting breasts as she lay trembling in her first orgasmic response to fucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the school break over the Easter holiday, Dan Wainright had taken Barbara on a weekend trip to Atlanta, not only to pay his respects to a distant cousin who worked in an insurance agency there, but also to outfit his delectably submissive-stepdaughter with a brand-new wardrobe, calculated to whet his appetite for her tasty, ripening charms.
He had planned the trip anyway, but decided to take Barbara with him just to make sure she wouldn't yield to the temptation of confiding in a teacher or one of her girl friends about the cozy relationship the two of them had "worked out" since the night of her fifteenth birthday. But the fact was that the dark-brown haired teenager was much too ashamed to dare to tell anyone at all of how she had been initiated into what some novelists call the "tender mysteries of sex."
They returned to the little white clapboard house on Easter Monday and Dan Wainright unloaded the packages and boxes out of the back of his pickup truck and carried them into Barbara's bedroom. It was twilight, but he wasn't going to wait for nightfall to have her model for him. He had saved her considerable embarrassment by giving her measurements to an understanding and efficient salesclerk in a big Atlanta department store, and he could hardly wait to see her model the cute black nylon shortie nightie with red ribbon bow at the low-cut neck and bouncy double-thick red satin ribbon sewn around the hem. Included in his lavish purchases were several bra and panty sets, a provocative black satin and net and elastic garter belt with single wide red stocking tab for each curvaceous thigh, several pairs of high-heeled black leather pumps, one pair of which had gaudy red ribbon bows along the instep; and several mini-dresses of varying colors, like yellow, red and green. In addition, he had bought hair ribbons, several pairs of pantyhose and off-black and charcoal-brown and flesh-tone nylons. As a present for her patient silence, he had even bought his lovely stepdaughter a flashy costume bracelet with multicolored beads and bangles.
Barbara's downcast face was scarlet with embarrassment as he closed her bedroom door behind him and eagerly ordered, "Now then, honey girl, you jist peel down raw and start trying on some of these outfits. I spent me a lot of money so you'd look real purty in bed, and I wanna see if that gal back in Atlanta knew what would please a man. Hurry up now!"
"Pl-please, D-Daddy," the term of endearment came out falteringly and slowly, since Barbara had already learned at the cost of several stinging spankings that submission was the better part of valor; nevertheless, it still mortified her to tears to have to address her stepfather in this most intimate way. "I-I wish you'd let me t-take my clothes off in-in the bathroom and put these th-things on and then come out, please?"
"Didn't you hear what I told you, Bobo? You haven't had a good fantailing for a couple of weeks now, maybe it's time I reminded you who's boss around here." His eyes narrowed as he began to unbuckle his black leather belt.
Barbara swallowed hard. "Oh no, please, D-Daddy! I-I'll do it, I'll do it right now!" AS if to illustrate her obedient alacrity, she stooped to tuck up her pretty brown cotton dress and dropped it onto the bed beside her. Standing facing him with quivering lower lip her eyes clouded up with tears, dimpled cheeks reddening as they saw his gloating smile. She was bewitching in the undress of white cotton bra and matching, very snug panty briefs, white anklet socks and loafers. At his abrupt nod, she reached behind her to unfasten the bra and drop it behind her on top of the dress, fidgeting and twisting her fingers nervously as she heard his admiring gasp at the unveiling of her round luscious creamy breasts.
"You sure do rile a man up, Bobo honey," he hoarsely growled, this time in tribute to her sexual enticement. He was already shucking down his pants, kicking off his shoes, and she saw that he had substituted undershirt and jockey shorts for his customary longjohns. Now he yanked down the jockey shorts and stepped out of them, and his big heavy prick dangled stiffly between his hairy legs, as he grinned meaningfully at her. "All right, get those panties off fast and into bed, honey-girl!" he directed.
Barbara's reluctant, trembling fingers slowly dragged the skimpy white cotton briefs down from the furry promontory of her lower abdomen, held them hesitantly over the soft pink lips of her quivering cunt, and then, with a desolate sigh, she forced herself to snug them down and let them drop to her ankles, stepping out of them. Bending to retrieve them, she presented her stepfather with the breathtaking, prick-hardening vision of dangling round full creamy breasts and the thicket of dark-brown cuntal curls which fleeced her tempting young love-center. It was a sight that never failed to make his pulses quicken with lustful anticipation.
"You been taking your pills reg'lar, like I told you?" he suspiciously demanded.
Barbara nodded, again biting her lips and blinking her eyes to clear them of the tears. It was true that she preferred to submit rather than be first spanked into submission, yet she couldn't get over her anguished and furiously embarrassed feelings when she had to undress before him and see his big hard cock all ready to shove hard into her tender pussy. Just before they'd gone to Atlanta, some of the older boys in the senior class had come up to her and asked her for dates. She had been frightened that maybe somebody would see and report back to her stepfather. He was just awful jealous, she knew.
Naked except for undershirt and socks, Dan Wainright took Barbara by the earlobe and ordered, "Now you bend down and get your head right between my legs, young lady. I'm going to give your sassy butt just a little smacking to start you with, and then we'll see how you behave toward your nice old daddy who buys you all these purty things!"
"Oh please-not like that-oh please-Daddy...oww-don't, not like this!" Barbara tearfully pleaded, but in vain. Exerting pressure on her earlobe, he forced her to bend her head down low while he promptly clamped his hairy thighs against the sides of her blushing cheeks. Frantic with shame and humiliation, she seized his calves with both hands to cling to, visibly aware that, naked except for her juvenile socks, she was arching up her bare behind in the most vulnerable of positions.
"Now don't try to wiggle away, or I'll use my belt," he warned, slyly rubbing his left hand over her naked side and then the outer curve of one panting, shuddering creamy breast. Raising his right hand, he brought it down with a vigorous smack against the upper right cheek of Barbara's naked behind. A yelp of anguish followed, and her hips jerked lasciviously from side to side. A second slap on the other cheek followed, and then about half a dozen noisy, sonorous open-palmed slaps which had her sniffling and sobbing that she would be very good if he'd only stop.
Opening his thighs, he ordered, "Now we'll see just how good you're going to be, Bobo. Anyhow, it's time you learned to take care of your old Daddy Dan the way a grown woman does. Get down there on your knees and grab hold of my ankles and look up at me!"
One hand gingerly rubbing her brightly splotched white bottom, the teenaged brunette ruefully obeyed. She saw his heavy, angrily swollen prick, the dangling hairy balls thick and full with vital juices, shifting and contracting as he grinned down at her. "Now give it a nice big kiss, Bobo!" he ordered.
Barbara turned a furious scarlet with horrified confusion and shock at this order. "Oh no!" she incredulously gasped, "that's awful, that's d-dirty-please don't ask me to do a thing like that, D-Daddy D-Dan! Please, you can f-fuck my p-pussy, but please don't make me do that, please!"
"You're still of a mind to disobey me, are you, Bobo? We'll see about that," he growled. The next thing poor naked Barbara knew, she was being unceremoniously led to the bed by her earlobe and forced to clamber onto it and roll onto her back. Yanking his belt out of his discarded pants, Dan Wainright swiftly ascended, and knelt over his stepdaughter's scarlet, consternated face as she tremulously pleaded with him not to spank her, once again avowing that she was ready to let him fuck her pussy but just couldn't bring herself to do that other dreadful thing.
Ignoring her plaints, he slipped his left arm under her knees and lifted her legs straight up in the air as he planted himself, with knees widely spread on either side of her scarlet face. Gripping the belt and doubling it in his right hand, he applied a sonorous whack to the base of her squirming, creamy buttocks. "When you've had enough, you know what to do, young lady!" he directed, punctuating this with a pair of crisply intoning cracks of the doubled belt over the ripest curves of her weaving, wriggling bottom-cheeks.
The mushroom-like head of his angrily inflamed prick was only a few inches away from her panting, sobbing mouth. Another three or four scalding swipes of the belt against her frantically twisting, jerking buttocks, and Barbara wailed, "Please, don't spank me any more, Daddy, I'll do it, I'll do it! Please no more!" and, lifting her head, closing her eyes, accepted his prickhead between her trembling warm young lips.
"That's good, but not too fast, honey," he anxiously urged, lightly tapping her squirming, striped bare bottom with the belt to remind her to continue in this wise. "Suck nice and slow now, and then you can use your tongue a little till I'm ready to fuck your pussy!"
Dying of shame, furiously trying to fight back the retching nausea which threatened to overwhelm her because the fear of receiving a severe whipping with that awful belt seemed even more agonizing than the odious task to which her stepfather was forcing her. The naked teenaged brunette did her best to earn a reprieve from further chastisement. Pursing her lips, she drew and sucked on the bulbous tip of his aching, straining prick, and the sound of his grunts of pleasure eased her anguish and anxiety.
"Oh, honey, that's wonderful-keep it up like that-now you can rub that cute little tongue round my cock," he gasped, encouraging her with a quick flick of the doubled belt against a creamy upper thigh.
With a stifled moan, tears running down her flushed cheeks, her eyes still tightly shut to blot out the obscene sight of his hairy, swollen organ, the naked young girl forced herself to rub her tongue against the velvety-skinned spear point of her stepfather's prick.
Her ordeal was shortened by his frenzied excitement at forcing Barbara to perform her first act of fellatio. "That's enough, you cute little bitch," he panted as he pulled out of her mouth and let her legs sprawl flat on the bed. "Now I'm going to fuck that hot tight pussy of yours, so you better wiggle that sweet butt of yours and show some life, or you'll get that belt spanking after all!"
With this, he mounted her, his hands cupping the sides of her heaving titties, his mouth coming down hard on hers and stifling her whimpering groans of apprehension at the ferocious glint in his narrowed eyes and livid flush on his fat face. She felt him thrust with a single stabbing lunge inside the moistened, twitching cuntal lips and then plow to the balls inside her tight warm young sheath.
Knowing by now what would most please him, Barbara immediately .locked her bare legs over his hairy thighs, linked her arms round his shoulders, and parted her lips so that he could thrust his tongue deep within her young mouth.
"Oh God, you feel so good to my old cock, honey," he groaned. "I been missin' lots of fun like this for years. Even your poor mother wouldn't ever use her mouth on my cock that way, but you, Bobo, you're special. I'm gonna take good care of you and give you lots of presents when you're nice and accommodatin' like this!"
He thrust back and forth, his lust overpowering him to forget all the delicious dalliance he had promised himself earlier. But Barbara, to her own startled surprise, found herself arching and squirming against him, as if almost despondent that her fucking was going to end so soon. For inside of her, there was a churning, seething turbulence, an aching, moistening longing that could no longer be denied, even though its awareness shamed her to her very core. And as he thrust himself home the last time and exploded deep within her tightening young sheath, she uttered a frantic squeal and dug her fingernails in along his sides, tilting back her contorted face as the spasms seized her and her body threshed and merged frenziedly against his.
CHAPTER SIX
When Barbara shamefacedly came out of the bathroom where she had gone to tidy herself after her stepfather's feverish lovemaking, she was in for another startling surprise. Naked in her little socks, her lustrous dark-brown hair tumbling in a shimmering sheath down the middle of her smooth velvety creamy back, she stopped on the threshold of the bedroom and clamped her hand over her mouth to see a camera perched on a tripod, a long cord with a bulb at the other end lying near the straight-backed chair at the window.
Dan Wainright had made another purchase in Atlanta, while his stepdaughter had been napping in her hotel room. Sheriff Ben Gorton had recently shown him some vividly illustrated paperback books and even more graphic erotic magazines purchased from an Atlanta adult bookshop, and Barbara's stepfather had determined to make his first visit to such a purveyor of titillating literature on this occasion of what he regarded as his "honeymoon with my little wifey-girl Bobo."
This visit had been not only illuminating but also profitable. The shop had been almost empty at the time, and the proprietor had got to chatting with him, having originally been born in the same county as Dan Wainright himself. When the latter discovered that people would pay good money to buy racy photos of men and girls in action and particularly spanking pictures, he questioned the bespectacled, mustachioed young proprietor at great length. When he left the shop with a neatly wrapped, large package, it contained the book dealer's card with private home address and phone number, and an offer to buy whatever Dan Wainright could send him in the way of spicy photographic material. From there he had gone to a nearby camera shop and purchased an expensive camera with timer attachment so that just such photos could be made. He had it all worked out. Bobo was going to go on giving him all the pussy he needed, and the photos he was going to take of their little adventures together would more than pay for her upkeep and new clothes to make her even sexier.
"Oh my gosh-what-what's that, D-Daddy Dan?" Barbara tremulously queried.
He had remained naked in his socks and undershirts, but he now tugged his shorts up over his deflated prick and grinned at her as he stuffed the dangling weapon out of sight for the time being. "It's a camera, silly. A real special kind, too, honey. You see, this is just like being born all over again, living with a cute little teaser like you, so your old Daddy Dan figgers he might jist as well take a few snapshots so he'll have something to remember his little girl by when the time comes that he can't get it up no more. Get me?"
Barbara gulped and blushed even more hotly as she looked first at the camera and then back at her leering stepfather. "You mean-you mean you're gonna take pictures when you-you know-"
"When I fantail your cute butt and when I fuck your pussy? That's right, Bobo. Now don't give me no argument, gal, I know what's best for you. 'Sides," he glibly lied, "nobody's gonna see these snapshots except the two of us. So now I want you to start modeling some of those duds I bought you in Atlanta. Put on that pair of black pants and the boobie cover that matches it, and then that pair of real sexy black stockings and the garter belt, you know, the imagine one you'll find inside there with the red things to hold your stockings up. And then a pair of those imagine tall shoes. Land sakes, I can't for the life of me figger how gals can step around in those imagine things without breaking their ankles or falling on their cute faces. Anyhow, you aren't going far out of here tonight. You jist doll up for your old Daddy Dan!"
His eyes avidly scanned her undulating, creamy buttocks on which the white imprint of the belt spanks stood out so licentiously, and his prick throbbed mightily in the jockey shorts as he watched her bend over. Her lovely long rounded thighs flexed exquisitely, as she opened the boxes one by one and, growing increasingly more flustered, took out the frilly feminine articles the salesclerk had chosen, little realizing that they were to be used for a teenager's secret sexual slavery and erotic adornment.
"Turn around and lemee see you put on the bra and pants, honey." He squatted down beside the camera which had been trained on the bed and was now adjusted to take its first pictures. As Barbara held up the black panties and prepared to step into them, the flashbulb went off and caught her in the act of stiffening, her eyes huge and her mouth agape, an exquisite pose that reminded one of Susanna surprised by the elders at her bath.
"Hey, that's no fair, that's awful!" she tremulously complained as she wriggled into the panties. They were extremely tight, especially at the crotch, shaping out the plump delectable cuntal mound and his prick ached more savagely than ever. Damn if it hadn't been a great idea to break Bobo in like this, because having a hot little teaser like her around all the time sure kept a man from growing old.
"Never you mind. I'm just testin', that's all. Now you finish puttin' that outfit on like I told you," he testily ordered.
As she reached for the bra and prepared to fit its cups against her quickly swelling creamy titties, the flashbulb again went off, and again Barbara shamefacedly protested. It earned her only a hard look and the threat of a belting, so she subsided and meekly put on the garter belt, drew on the long gossamer nylons high on her beautifully rounded firm young thighs, and then doubtfully wiggled her dainty feet into the high-heeled pumps. They were painfully tight, and she took tiny, careful mincing steps around the room at his direction, gasping every now and then as the flashbulb ignited the scene and told her that still another perpetual reminder of her humiliation and embarrassment was being recorded.
For fully an hour, reveling in his new toy as well as in the intoxicating striptease show the brown-haired teenager was putting on for him, Dan Wainright kept Barbara trying on all of the dresses, lingerie and hose he had purchased in Atlanta. When he had used up the films he had purchased, he put the camera and tripod away in the corner, and then hoarsely commanded, "Now you jist get on the bed on your hands and knees like we tried that time before, I'm gonna fuck you dog-fashion. I swear, Bobo honey, you got my old cock riled up so I feel like twenty again!"
"Oh gosh, D-Daddy Dan, won't you please wait till tomorrow-I-I'm awful tired from all this changing clothes and stuff," Barbara meekly protested.
"I got a better idea," he growled, getting out of the chair and striding toward her. Taking her by the scruff of the neck and applying several stinging openhanded slaps to her squirming naked behind, he forced her to move to the foot of the bed and then drape herself over the edge, her fingers twisting into the bedclothes and her legs widely straddled. Then, seizing a pillow, he ordered her to arch herself up and thrust it under her belly, thus not only elevating her delectably undulating and apprehensively cringing bare behind, but also gaping apart her soft pink cuntal lips to be readied for fucking when she had been once again reminded of her proper domestic duties.
"Oh please, don't sp-spank me again, D-Daddy," she pleaded, turning her tearstained, flushed face poignantly to the left to stare imploringly at him. "I didn't say no I wouldn't, I just asked please couldn't you wait till tomorrow?"
"I heard what you said, gal. I told you, so long as you're under my care, you do jist what I tell you, any time I feel like it, you hear? Now, I'm gonna spank your hind end till you beg me to fuck your pussy good with my big prick, and I wanna see you wiggle that cute butt and talk real low and dirty to me. Maybe I'll let you off with just a mild fan tailing, maybe I won't, depending on how good you act for your old Daddy Dan. Git ready now and keep that sexy butt of yours stuck out so I can get at it!" he thickly instructed.
Planting himself at the girl's left, laying his heavy left hand on the small of her back, he again gloatingly and lingeringly passed his right palm over her flinching, contracting hindquarters. Barbara sniffled, closing her eyes and twisting the bedclothes frantically, her round full young titties heaving quickly in apprehension. But once again, to her consternation, the tingling, warm and moist treacherous sensation stole back between her straddled, shaking thighs, making her helpless to avert what was going to happen. Her flesh crawled at the thought of his heavy hand landing on her already stinging naked bottom, yet at the same time a kind of fatalistic servility compelled her to remain in this ignominious, lewd position of a humble young slave girl willingly offering her nakedness to her master for chastisement, that she might become a more efficient and docilely obedient slave.
His prick was thrusting out against the jockey shorts as if to tear through them when he finished his palpation of his stepdaughter's velvety, twitching bare buttocks. Chuckling softly, and bearing down on the small of her back with his other palm, he applied two or three tentative crisp spanks over each upper hip, then inflicted a noisy, burning smack right across the crevice, which made her buttocks weave and jerk under the impact and drew a plaintive "Oww, please, that h-hurts, D-Daddy Dan!" from the beautiful naked young sufferer.
He began to spank her slowly now, waiting at least twenty seconds between spanks, alternating on the jutting, quaking, velvety-resilient cheeks of her lewdly proffered bottom. Barbara gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, clawing and tugging at the bedclothes to sustain herself without outcry, her muscles tensing constantly. As a result, when his heavy palm made impact against the tightly drawn curvaceous flesh of her naked posterior, she jerked and quaked and her bottom wobbled entrancingly, a sight which inflamed him. He paused after about fifteen spanks to yank down his jockey shorts and step out of them, his prick as savagely swollen as it had been before the commencement of this bedroom striptease scene. She was sniffling loudly, her face wet with tears and red with shame, but thus far she hadn't called out for mercy. That suited him just fine!
But he was beginning to notice, however, that whenever he spanked her anymore, Bobo would start wiggling that sexy ass of hers and her cute little tight pink pussy would pout and open and get wet and squishy by the time his big prick stabbed inside of it. Also, his hasty perusal of the adult books he had purchased in Atlanta had proved extremely fruitful in explaining phenomena to him which he had never quite taken time to notice before when fucking had been a simple, primitive and instinctive act, confined to the bedroom and never discussed in public. He paused now, his eyes sweeping the bright crimson cheeks of his stepdaughter's slowly weaving, undulating buttocks, and slyly drew his left hand back to probe with a forefinger against the suspiciously humid, gaping pink orifice of her tender young cunt. Just as he had suspected, it was nice and wet. So the little bitch was starting to get her kicks by sticking out her butt to be fantailed before she fucked, was she? That too suited him just fine. And from some of the pictures the smart young guy at the bookshop had shown him and told him about, he was beginning to see a goldmine in Bobo's sexy, wriggly ass and hot snapper of a cunt.
His fingertip grazed the twitching rims of Barbara's cuntal lips, and the naked penitent uttered a muffled "Ooooh, pl-please d-don't!" as her hips jerked convulsively up and down and then from side to side. Her contorted, tearwet, reddened face peered back over her shoulder, her hair tumbling over one cheek, making her even more deliriously slave-like. "You're still too tired to service your old Daddy Dan, are you, gal? Wal, we'll jist see about that!" he gloatingly remarked. Now his forefinger touched the dainty nodule at the very apex of her quivering cunt, and even as she gasped and squirmed to evade this salacious, probing touch which set off anew the glowing, hot, moist sensation that was overwhelming all her modesty and resistance, his right hand came forward from downwards up to smack solidly against the base of her right buttock.
"Oww, oh d-don't puhlease, d-don't, it hurts!" Barbara sobbed, kicking up her right foot, twisting her hips nervously from side to side. His forefinger followed her, nudging and prodding her stiffening clit, and even as she looked back again to implore pardon, his right palm made emphatic impact against the base of the other buttock just where the luscious creamy thighs merged into those mouthwatering rotundities.
"Ooooooh! Please, don't sp-spank me so hard, I'll be a g-good girl, honest I will, D-Daddy Dan!" Barbara's sobs were even more tremulous and feverish now. Her fingers had tugged the rumpled bedclothes up against her mouth to stifle her own outcries and her naked titties heaved wildly as she fought for breath.
"You know what you gotta say, gal, to stop the fan tailing," he irritatedly countered. Now, rolling her clit to and fro, he applied a rapid barrage of a dozen crisp spanks all over the upper curves of both jerking, twisting bottom globes.
Barbara executed a ludicrous, lascivious dance from sock-clad foot to foot, squealing loudly and glancing frantically round to implore mercy from him. As he concluded with a heavy-handed spank right over the crease of her flaming bare bottom, she wailed out, "Owwww, oh please, please, I want you to f-fuck my tight little p-pussy with your great big p-prick, Daddy Dan-oh please do it to me and don't spank my butt any more, puhlease f-fuck me now instead!"
"Now you're showing sense, honey gal. You just stay like you are, bent over with that cute butt of yours nice and red like my big cock; I wanna take one last picture. I think I just got enough film left to do it. Looks like to me I'm gonna have to order some from Ed Buxley's camera shop tamorra."
So saying, he hurried back to the corner, his hugely swollen red prick jiggling up and down, set the tripod up again, adjusted the camera, checked to make certain he had at least two shots left, and trained the lens at the sobbing, squirming naked girl. Barbara turned her agonized face away, only to be sharply reprimanded: "No you don't! You look right at the camera, 'less you want the strap or the hairbrush!" he admonished.
When her tearstained, ruefully contorted face was again turned toward the lens, he chuckled thickly and squeezed the bulb. Barbara groaned, closed her eyes at the sight of the flashbulb. "That's just about perfect!" he exulted.
Then, moving quickly behind her, his fingers sinking into the meaty, fiercely reddened summits of her jutting naked behind, he thrust his prickhead up against the moist, gaping pink lips of her quivering cunt. "Go on, say it again, say what you jist said, Bobo," he commanded.
"Why yes, D-Da ddy-oooh-please-please f-fuck my t-tight little p-pussy with your g-great b-big pr-pr-prick, please, please do it and don't sp-spank my hcinie any more!" she tremulously quavered.
With a loud groan of ecstasy, Dan Wainright crammed his prick to the balls inside his stepdaughter's churning cunt, glorying in the feel of his hairy belly grinding against her well-spanked buttocks as he hiked himself to the very last inch inside that clamping, quaking cuntal sheath.
"Go on, talk dirty, tell me how you like being fucked, Bobo honey," he urged.
The naked girl lifted her contorted face, her eyes wide and unseeing, glazed with tears. "Ooooh-oh you-you-aaaaah-it-it feels so good D-Daddy Dan-oh my little p-pussy is jist about sp-split apart by your great big c-cock-ooh, f-fuck your little g-girl good now, she didn't mean to make you mad, please don't spank her, just f-fuck her with your big hard p-prick!"
"That's the way I like to hear you talk, sweetheart," he thickly exulted, drawing back, then jamming ferociously back to distend the quaking walls of her tight young sheath. "Keep it up now, till I shoot my wad in that hot little box of yours, Bobo!"
The smarting heat of her spanked bottom seemed to blend into the composite, feverish glow that radiated throughout her body and, most especially now, in her churning narrow pink cuntal sheath. Indeed, she could not now distinguish one from the other, the warmth and feverish intensity of her sensations rapidly taking hold of her psyche as well as her young, rudely governed naked flesh. As she groaned and whimpered, she stuffed the rumpled bedclothes against her panting mouth, shivering and closing her eyes again, her body jostling and jerking uncontrollably as, his pudgy fingers pinched and squeezed her tender, vividly splotched bare buttocks. Her stepfather thrust back and forth inside her tingling, moistening cunt.
"Go on, go on, what did I tell you?" he harangued the squirming naked girl.
"F-fuck me, D-Daddy-ooooh-it's so g-good-aahhh-ohh, my poor little p-pussy-you're tearing it to pieces, you're splitting me wide o-open, D-Daddy-aahhouuu!! Oh Lordie, you're tickling me now, I can't stand it-"
For he had again resumed the frigging of her stiffening young clitoris with his left forefinger's tip, rolling it back and forth, making it disappear inside the soft pink cowl of exquisitely sensitive cunt flesh, and his prick began to pull in and out of her with a squishy, moist sound that made him all the randier and, conversely, made Barbara gasp and blush furiously as she became aware of the submissive tendering of her nakedness to his carnal usage.
Though he had already paid liberal tribute to Venus, the excitement of the prolonged session with its enchanting discoveries and long-range opportunities for both monetary and sexual profit, drew Dan Wainright to the zenith of his lust. Tweaking her clit rapidly now with his stubby finger, he crammed himself back and forth with short jerky digs into her moistening, quaking cunt till with a bellow he felt himself burst inside her clamping cuntal walls. As she felt the lash of his hot jet, Barbara lifted her contorted face, her body stiffening, a raucous, wordless cry exhaling from her gaping mouth as her body threshed and jerked fitfully against him. Once again, the lascivious humiliation and the subtle pangs of this juvenile chastisement had probed the secret core of her young being, drawn forth complete, self-abnegating surrender to her stepfather's avid lust.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was the day after Labor Day, and Dan Wainright had just got his mail from the gossipy old rural delivery postman. He just blew the horn of his jeep for most of his patrons, but insisted on coming all the way to the door of the white clapboard house so as to catch a look at Dan Wainright's delectable stepdaughter. There was a catalog from a Southern mail-order house, and a letter from the Atlanta book dealer. The last contained a sizeable check and Barbara's beefy stepfather chuckled with avaricious delight as he folded and pocketed it. This was the third such check he'd had, and the letter contained some specific orders. More spanking shots of Bobo, with her panties down around her knees, looking back with her face full of tears and blubbering as the strap or hairbrush landed against her juicy naked hind end. Also, a "before and after" series, showing her getting the order to undress, with her face all screwed up, and about to cry, then slowly peeling down till she was bare except for bra and panties, draping herself meekly over the back of a chair and looking back as the spanker approached with the chastisement implement in hand. And then, her panties down around her knees, "action shots" of the actual spanking and finally, Bobo rubbing her bottom energetically as she stood in the corner looking back in tearful anguish.
He'd retained a set for himself, and only last week, at Ben Gorton's cottage up in the hills, he'd shown his buddy the Sheriff several of the sets he'd taken. Of course he hadn't told old Ben about peddling them, but to his surprised delight, the lanky law officer had scratched his head and chuckled, "You got it made, Dan boy. Looks like to me you got a sweet setup with all the pussy an old cock like yours can take and then some. How's about letting your best buddy in on some of it once in a while? You know, there's a new gal at Davy's tavern. Name's Wendy. She's a flashy blonde, probably a hooker from Atlanta who found it a little too hot for ass-peddling down there. She might just make you a good housekeeper. Then you and she could bring this little motherless gal up proper-like."
"Why, now, Sheriff, I'll just have me a looksee at this broad. What's her name?"
"Wendy Matthews. Last name's probably an alias, but I haven't seen any bulletins on the bitch so far, so I'm not worried about it. And listen, if you fix me up with Bobo, I might get us both a double date with that feisty long-legged redhead Elora. You remember her, I got her a job over at old Ed Buxley's store. Only Ed told me just the other day he was mighty put out at the little bitch. Seems like she hasn't been doing her duty by him in bed, and he thinks she's swiped some of his cash out of the till, though he can't be rightly sure."
"Seems to me that a girl like that needs a good fan tailing on her butt," Dan Wainright righteously declared.
"You're right as rain, old buddy. Hey, I'd sure like to see you lay it on to Elora if you'd lemme give Bobo a licking-you know, not a real hard one, jist enough to make her ready to fuck. How's about it?"
"Let's make it for Friday night. I'll go down and meet up with this here Wendy, maybe we can work something out. Bring along some of that moonshine you confiscated from old Henry Jackson t'other day."
"You got it," Sheriff Ben Gorton chuckled and winked. "Hey, lemme take a longer look at those pictures you got there, Dan boy."
As soon as Dan Wainright sat down at the bar and saw lush blonde Wendy Matthews approach him with an appraising smile, he knew that she was exactly the kind of piece he wanted to keep house for him and be a kind of supervisor over Bobo when he wasn't around. He was figuring on making a couple of trips to Atlanta to see that book dealer, and from his first glance at Wendy, he had already sized her up as being the kind of female who would enjoy being a useful part of this suddenly very profitable side venture of his.
The Sheriff had been right about Wendy's having been a hooker. She'd been an orphan, brought up in a private orphanage till she was seventeen. The superintendent had tried to get her to sleep with him when she turned sixteen, but Wendy had stoutly refused. He'd bided his time and contrived a way to make her give or else take the consequences. Another, somewhat younger girl with whom he had been sleeping, agreed to help him score with Wendy. She had arranged to hide a visitor's wallet, which she herself had very neatly filched without the man's being the least aware of it until the next day, and hidden it in the dresser drawer in Wendy's room. When the would be foster parent had returned the next day to make an angry claim for his stolen property, the superintendent had taken him to Wendy's room after the other girl had "confessed" that she had seen Wendy steal it from the man's pocket.
Despite tearful and indignant protests to the contrary, Wendy had been declared guilty of stealing and given a righteous lecture by the lecherous old superintendent. The visitor had gone away mollified, and then the superintendent had told Wendy that she had to choose between going to the reformatory for two years, first getting a public strapping on her bare bottom before all the other kids, or else being nice to him. She'd naturally elected for the less painful choice.
Once initiated into fucking by the randy and expert fifty-two-year-old cock smith of a superintendent, Wendy had taken to bedtime pleasures the way a duck takes to water. Six months later, she had run away from the orphanage after stealing the superintendent's well-filled wallet, an act which she deemed only fair in view of his previous connivance. She'd gone to Atlanta, taken a job clerking in a dime store and become the assistant manager's mistress for another six months. He'd been fired for dipping his hand into the till in order to set Wendy up in a little apartment and get regular pussy.
After that she'd shacked up with a black jazz musician who'd been the best stud she'd ever known, and stayed with him two years until he was shot in a quarrel over his gambling debts. At this point, the striking young blonde had gone to work in a house and rapidly developed an enthusiastic following. She'd left there a few months ago because the madam had decided to retire and sell out to a rival who had enjoyed giving all her girls a regular whipping at the start of each new week to inspire them to greater efforts.
Wendy was twenty two years old, five feet six, her straw-colored blonde hair cut in helmet style to give her a more ingenuous and youthful look. Her face was heart-shaped, with a ripe full mouth which Dan Wainright had already imagined fastened around his aching prick and giving it delicious relief. She had a pair of magnificent high-perched, closely spaced cantaloupe-like titties, accentuated by her extremely slim waist from which opulent, closely set, rounded bottom-cheeks flared mouthwateringly against her tight green satin short skirt. And her enticingly rounded calves, sheathed in gun metal-gray nylons, completed the picture of an extremely appetizing bedtime partner so far as lecherous Dan Wainright was concerned.
After he'd bought her a couple of whiskey sours and told her that he was a good friend of old Ben's, Wendy began to warm to the beefy carpenter. She'd picked Portersville to hide out in just in case the angry madam sent some of her roustabouts to scour the area to find her, since she'd stolen a little of the madam's cash in order to finance her flight.
But the tavern, though it brought her an occasional after-hours customer, had begun to bore her. And when Dan Wainright began to mention money to be made helping him bring up a cute little filly whose pictures could be sold by the hundreds, Wendy decided to investigate the possibilities of going into partnership with her newest admirer.
"No reason why you can't move right in with me tonight, Wendy gal," he chuckled as he patted her rounded, dimpled knee, his glittering eyes admiring the opulent swell of her thighs against the short green satin skirt. "I'm a widower, you know, and it's mighty hard to bring up a growing, sassy young female these days. She needs to be kept in line, and there's times when a woman's hand is jist what's needed."
"I get you, Dan honey," Wendy cooed, snuggling a little closer on her bar stool, and slyly gliding her right hand over his heavy thigh and towards the crotch of his best Sunday pants.
"Whoa now, honey gal," he spluttered, getting very red in the face and glancing nervously around to make sure the bartender-owner wasn't watching. "There's nothing I'd like better than to have you go on with what you're doing, but this isn't the place. When do you get off?"
"Around midnight, Dan honey."
"Well now, I'll have me a last beer for the road and I'll be back for you when the place closes. Why don't you pack your things and come right on home with me, Wendy? You got class, and I'll treat you right."
A little before one in the morning, Dan Wainright unlocked the front door of the little white clapboard house, carried Wendy's suitcase into the living room and set it down. He locked the door behind him, and stared hungrily at his temptingly ripe new housekeeper. "You can share my room tonight, Wendy honey," he whispered hoarsely, "then tomorrow I'll fix up one of the rooms real nice for you, and you'll meet Bobo. Come on, I can't wait to have you go on doing what you started back there in the tavern."
She giggled and moved up against him, running her hands over his bottom, and suggestively grinding her loins against his already violently swollen crotch. Her lips brushed his as she murmured, "What are we waiting for, honey? I've been on my feet all night trying to make some of those hayseeds buy a single lousy drink, and I'm just dying to lie down and be comfy with a big handsome stud like you."
Once inside his bedroom, Dan Wainright could scarcely contain his exultance as he grabbed the blonde and crushed her mouth with his, his hands avidly roving over the curves of her firm, big round titties and the juicy cheeks of her squirming ass.
"I declare, Dan, you take a girl's breath fair away," Wendy teasingly whispered as she wriggled out of his embrace. "You go get ready and I'll undress in the biffy, okay?"
"Sure, honey, don't keep me waiting long," he panted. He was already fumbling at the buttons of his shirt as Wendy, putting just the tip of her tongue out between puckered, moist red lips, reached out right thumb and forefinger and gave his straining prick a delicate little pinch through his pants and shorts, then giggled and disappeared into the bathroom.
He was standing in his jockey shorts and socks, impatiently shifting from foot to foot and glancing down at the savage protuberance of his prick when the bathroom door opened and Wendy sauntered out. He let out a choking gasp of lustful ecstasy. She wore a strapless black bra and matching, skimpy panties which revealed the base of her pink-sheened buttocks, while the black tabs of a very narrow satin-elastic garter belt hooked to the tops of her sheer nylons. Pedestaled on black spike heels, she was almost as tall as he was as she moved toward him liltingly, an inviting smile on her moist red lips. Her hazel eyes were wide and limpid. One of her chief charms, not only as an orphan who had tempted the superintendent into making her sacrifice her cherry, but also as a much sought-after hooker, was her ability to portray the naive, helpless female who was putty in a strong man's hands. "Want to help me off with the rest of my things, lover?" she huskily purred as she moved undulatingly towards him.
Dan Wainright didn't wait to be asked a second time. Inserting his pudgy fingers under the waistband of Wendy's panties, he husked them down as she complaisantly stepped out of them, linking her arms around his heavy shoulders and arching her thickly fleeced dark-blonde pubis against the throbbing spear that threatened to tear through the taught, stretched shorts. "Mmmmmra," she crooned, nuzzling his jaw with her moist lips, "looks to me like you've got what a girl needs to keep her home nights, Dan honey."
"Uhhuh," he panted, too busy for conversation as his fingers squeezed and kneaded the jouncily resilient cheeks of her satiny warm bare behind.
"Don't you want to take my bra off too, darling?" she teasingly whispered as she blew into his ear.
He shuddered with lust as his fumbling fingers eased off the bra and left Wendy in garter belt, nylons and spike heels. Then he gasped again, ecstatic at his good fortune as he felt her yank down his shorts and her slim fingertips trailed tantalizingly over the stiffened, dark veined structure of his heavy, aching prick.
"You mean you haven't hitched up with another gal by this time, lover," she demanded as she stared down at his ferociously turgid manhood, cradling his balls in her palms and lightly grazing them back and forth. "I declare, honey, you're really hung. Can I give it a nice big kiss before I find out how it feels going into my poor little tight pussy?"
"You do jist whatever you've got a mind to, Wendy honey, you go right ahead," he groaned, overjoyed with his good fortune.
Wendy promptly sank down on her knees, tickling the backs of his hairy thighs with the evanescent caress of her fingertips as she rubbed first one cheek and then the other against the side of his throbbing prick. Then, staring at the enormously bulbous glans, she pursed her lips and blew several tiny gusts of warm air against the twitching lips of the meatus. Dan Wainright was almost delirious with rut. He put his hands down and stroked Wendy's silky hair, then tilted back his head, closed his eyes and groaned raucously as her soft lips began to nibble at the tip of his straining prick. Her fingers crept along the insides of his thighs, tickling his balls, grazing the scrotum and then moving lingeringly over the bulging, aching shaft, tracing the pattern of the angrily swollen veins which knotted and surged under the taut thin skin of the shaft.
"That's enough, honey," he ejaculated, cupping her face and tilting it away from his almost bursting prick. "You go on doing that and I won't have nuthin' for that hot little pussy you got. Let's fuck, before I lose it!"
"Sure, honey. Mama knows how to get her boy's juice back up again, don't you fret. I'll show you how my mouth and tongue work after I take your measurements inside of me, okay?"
She swiftly rose, rubbing the silky, raspy tendrils of her cuntal hairs against the velvety-skinned tip of his prick, and Dan Wainright very nearly lost his essences then and there. With a mischievous giggle, Wendy moved to the bed, seated herself on it, crossed her legs and held out her arms to him. His hands cupped her swelling titties, his avid mouth burying itself in the hollow of her neck and shoulder. In turn, her hands squeezed his hairy bottom as she whispered, "Hurry up, get into bed, Dan lover. You let Mama do the work, it's late and you've had a hard day."
He flung himself on his back and watched her with shining eyes and heaving chest. He was overjoyed to see that she didn't bother to turn out the light, but felinely swung herself onto her side, then onto her knees and crawled astride him. Her big full ripe breasts dangled invitingly, and he reached his hands up to squeeze and cup and knead them as she wriggled her hips and teasingly rubbed her soft, open pink cuntal lips against just the tip of his swollen, throbbing glans. Then, dipping her fingers down, she glided them from the scrotum upwards on both sides of his upright prick, stroking lightly back and forth, till he thought he would explode and imploringly groaned, "For Gawd's sake, Wendy honey, stick it inside your pussy, you're killing me!"
"You poor horny old darling you, you must fair be starved for pussy. Never mind, Mama'll make it up to you starting right now," she huskily promised. His animal vigor flattered her, and beyond that was the crafty thought of lucrative profits from the idea he had only sketchily outlined to her back in the tavern.
At last, to his vast relief and excitement. Wendy daintily gaped open her cuntal lips with left thumb and forefinger, using the right pair to grasp the knob of his bulging prick and introduce it into the softly waiting orifice. Once engaged, she leaned to him, balancing on either side of him with her palms, and with a cajoling smile on her sensually flushed face, slowly sank down inch by inch. The tight warmth of her cunt intoxicated him, and he closed his eyes and ground his teeth to hold back the bubbling torrent of jism which this first clasping of her torrid orifice evoked.
Now her haunches were on her spike heels as she impaled herself to the very hilt of his throbbing prick, and her soft hands began to fondle and cup and rub her big round titties in a narcissistic ritual that inflamed him even more. He couldn't stand it any longer, reached out and grabbed her thighs to pull her down atop him. With a gurgling little laugh, Wendy allowed herself to be thus maneuvered, and began to squirm and twist and weave and undulate to let him feel his heavy, swollen prick gouging and scraping the sides of her churning cuntal walls.
His hands squeezed her bottom, rubbed up and down her back and shoulders, moved avidly to fondle the sides of her panting breasts as they flattened against his hairy chest. Their lips met, and her tongue at once flickered between his lips, and he moaned in delirious rapture as he arched himself up to try to thrust himself into the deepest recesses of her torrid, contracting, enfolding cunt.
"Goddamn, you're gonna make the best housekeeper my little Bobo ever had," he breathed. "I'll even let you tend to her disciplinin' when she's got it coming, Wendy girl! Oh Gawd, come on, honey, I can't hold it back any longer, you fair destroy a man's prick with that hot box of yours, come on, fuck, see if you can cum along with me, honey!"
"Sure, Dan lover," Wendy huskily crooned. Slipping her hands under his squirming hairy buttocks, she began to arch and sink down, moving herself to the sporadically hastening rhythm of his frantic digs. Their mouths fused together, her tongue delving feverishly inside his parted lips, and with a bellowing groan, Dan Wainright felt himself violently burst into Wendy's humid, tightly constricting sheath.
Sleeping peacefully in the room down the hall, Barbara had no way of suspecting that her life was about to be altered in a way that even her most fanciful dreams could never have summoned up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Barbara was unpleasantly surprised the next morning when she came down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and found Wendy had already installed herself, wearing only a rumpled pink slip, a flower-print blue-and-white housecoat and thong sandals. "Oh-I-I didn't expect anybody'd be here except D-I mean, Mr. Wainright," the dark-brown-haired teenager faltered. At her stepfather's order, she had braided her thick, lustrous hair into a single pigtail that hung to her waist, and, with many a grimace of distaste (before her mirror where he couldn't see), tied two green ribbons he had brought her from Atlanta. This morning she was wearing a dark-green mini-dress whose skirt left at least four inches of creamy bare thigh showing above her dimpled, rounded knees, and yellow anklet socks and loafers. Under the mini-dress, however, and again at his order, she wore black nylon bra and panties. Wendy eyes her appraisingly and then grinned: "No, I expect you didn't. I'm Wendy. I'm your daddy's new housekeeper."
Barbara turned red and lowered her eyes, mumbling something about having to fix breakfast, and hastily prepared her own, having observed that Wendy was putting two poached eggs, toast and coffee on a tray which she intended to carry up to Dan Wainright.
When Wendy disappeared, the teenager seated herself at the kitchen table, blinking the tears away, and hurriedly ate her breakfast of a pear, toast and a cup of coffee which was half milk-a special privilege granted her by her indulgent stepfather. She didn't know what to make of it. But somehow she had the feeling that she would be better off if she didn't ask any questions . . .
Wendy had doffed her housecoat and was perching on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, leaning toward her grinning new lover who had just finished his breakfast. "That was mighty fine, Wendy honey." He smacked his lips.
"Let me put the tray on the table, honey."
"You jist do that, and then get yourself right next to me."
"I declare, you're the randiest man I ever met," Wendy giggled as she took away the tray and laid it on the table, then stood facing him and tugged off her slip, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes goggled at her luscious pink-skinned nakedness, lowering to fix on the thick dark-blonde muff which framed her fleshy, crinkly pink cuntal lips. "Well, that's what I call having dessert for breakfast," he lecherously chuckled, patting the bed beside him and then pulling aside the covers to show her that he was sleeping raw. His prick was already elevated in tribute to her naked charms, and Wendy giggled as she came to the bed, palmed the edge and bowed her head down to plant a smacking kiss on the bobbing, reddened tip of the glans.
"I take it you met Bobo already, honey," he hoarsely remarked as he reached out to stroke her hair and then cup her cheek fondly, groaning softly as she nuzzled his prickhead with her lips and ended with another smacking kiss right over the lips.
"I sure did. She's a mite purty piece, that Bobo of yours."
"Ooh, she ain't my kid, not out of this here cock she ain't, Wendy girl."
"She's the one you're taking those pictures of and selling to the bookstore?"
"That's right. Now tomorrow night, old Sheriff
Ben is gonna bring Elora over here and I'm gonna let you prepare the two gals for their paddling. We'll take some pictures and we'll have us some fun. But that's tomorrow night. Right now, you'd better take care of what you see here if you want to stay housekeeper over Bobo," he bawdily winked.
Wendy swiftly clambered into bed and got on top of him, playfully tickling his armpits and tweaking the thick graying hairs on his swelling chest. He reached up to squeeze her titties, smacked his lips with pleasure at the springy, jouncy feel of them, and then pulled her down to make them flatten against his chest as his prick shoved against the already moistening pink lips of her eager cunt.
"I declare, is fucking all you ever think of, Dan honey?" she teasingly whispered, nibbling at his earlobe.
"Not all the time. But I figger nature gave man a cock to use, and as long as mine gets hard when a purty gal like you is around, it'd be a sin now to use it up. See if you can sit over me and face me, honey. I sure feel lazy this morning."
"Just like you did last night."
"For that," he pretended to scowl angrily at her, "you're gonna get hosed the way I read about in a book I picked up in Atlanta. Now pop it into your hot little pussy and start wiggling your hind end, Wendy honey."
The lush naked young blonde carefully parted the lips of her cunt and guided his prick in between them, squirmed a little to engage it deeply inside her sheath, and then carefully, leaning slightly back with her palms down on the bed on either side of sprawled legs, stretched her own legs out as far as she could on either side of him. Again his eyes goggled at the spectacular and lascivious juncture which her yawning pink cunt made as it accepted fully half his turgid prick, then moved to admire the swelling ripe cantaloupes of her hard-tipped titties.
"Don't you dare let it fall out now, feels right good in there, Wendy honey," he panted.
Arching her loins and belly to him, twisting her hips lasciviously, smiling enticingly as she made her round full titties jiggle in her gyrations, the ardent blonde arched slowly up and down, the humid, tightening walls of her cunt exquisitely rasping against his achingly swollen prick. Suddenly he sat up and clamped his arms around her smooth glossy back, squashing her panting titties against his heaving chest as his mouth merged with hers, straining himself forward till he could feel himself hilted to the balls. Wendy prompted locked her legs against his broad, heavy hips and squirmed back and forth to keep up the frictional assault on his throbbing weapon. His hands roamed down her back to grab the juicy summits of her quivering behind and to squeeze fluids as he foraged his tongue this way and that inside her willingly yielding mouth. Now his left forefinger traced her spinal column down to the chink bone, disappeared into the moist crevice and Wendy mewled with erotic fervor as she felt his fingertip pry apart the puckering lips of her anal rosette and just intrude. "Oooohhh, that's sooooo good, honey, oh is it ever!" she breathed ecstatically. Her bottom jerked convulsively, and he felt her sphincter muscles clamp arduously against his imbedded finger. Promptly his right forefinger prodded between her hugely straddled thighs to brush the well developed nodule of her clit and to rub it lingeringly back and forth.
"Ohh my Gawd, oh that's just heaven, Dan lover-oh my, you don't need any books, I'm here to tell you-oh do it to me, ream me out, sweetheart-oh you've got Mama ready to boil over, she's so hot!" Wendy really sobbed in her arousal.
Now working both fingers back and forth, Dan Wainright arched and recoiled, while Wendy, hugging him passionately around the waist and delving her tongue against his till the galvanizing friction made them both gasp and groan with frenzied passion, followed his jerky movements with her own accelerated squirming. They stiffened nearly at the same moment, convulsing in the throes of hot furious cum, and then she bowed her head on his shoulder, panting, "Oh my, you just about drained my pussy-cream dry, Dan honey! I don't know how you're going to get any more out when you try that newfangled position you just talked about."
"You jist watch and see, Wendy baby. Now I tell you what, go get a nice wet towel and clean us both off, and then you can jist wake my cock back up to where it can do your tired little pussy some real good," he panted.
A few minutes later, while he leaned against the headboard of the bed and folded his arms against his panting, hairy chest, Wendy bobbed her head between his legs and began to lick and suck his partly dwindled organ. The swipes of her tongue rasping down against his gnarled hairy balls soon revitalized him, and he exultantly crowed, "There now, that's jist hard enough. Now you get out of bed and I'll show you what I mean!"
Wendy lowered herself to the floor and stood at the footboard, watching him with interest as he got down and came around to her at the other side. "Now I tell you what, honey. Lean your cute butt against the edge here and grab hold of the rails, and spread your legs as far as you can," he instructed.
Wendy adopted the position, her moist, glistening pink cuntal lips twitching and parted to receive his renewed priapic offering. "This is called touching bottom and scraping the sides, baby," he joked as he moved to her, cupping her titties and sealing her panting mouth with an avid kiss as she jammed his prickhead into the readied, gapingly offered crevice. With a single dig, he impaled her to his balls, and Wendy groaned as she twisted her face away, "Take it easy, Dan honey, don't fall now and crush me, you're a big heavy man, and I've got what's biggest of you right where it does a girl the most good!"
"Ain't that the truth though," he lecherously cackled, flattered by her endorsement of his powerful virility. "No danger, I won't fall. Jist you hold on tight, I'm going to scrape off all your girl cream, you wait and see if I don't!"
Thrusting and digging, grunting and panting, he accelerated his jerky probing, while Wendy writhed and squirmed, sobbing and gasping as once again her own ecstasy was furthered.
"Whew!" she wanly sighed when she at last felt his bubbling jet lave the quaking, humid walls of her throbbing cuntal sheath, "it's a good thing you brought me here to be your housekeeper, lover. Poor little Bobo couldn't take your horny ways all by her poor little self."
Barbara had been instructed to wear exactly the same mini-dress, hair ribbons and bobby socks and sandals as the day before, and by the time eight o'clock came, she was squirming nervously and apprehensively on the edge of the living-room couch beside her stepfather, with blonde Wendy in a red housecoat, her black bra and panty set, bare legs and sandals, seated opposite her in the armchair carefully watching the pretty youngster.
What made Barbara even more fearful was that Dan Wainright had placed a brand-new broad rectangular table in the center of the living room, one he had made in his own carpenter shop. On one side, about four feet apart, there were curious inverted triangular leather pads stapled to the wood, and on the other side of the table were two curious sets of half-legs at whose ends were fixed leather cups. Moreover, the camera had been set up on its tripod in one corner of the spacious room. As Wendy's eyes met the teenager's, the latter gulped and blushed and looked down at her lap, twisting her fingers nervously.
The ring of the doorbell announced the expected guests, and Dan Wainright sprang to his feet. "I'll get it, Wendy honey!" he grinned as he strolled to the door and opened it.
Sheriff Ben Gorton entered, pushing ahead of him red-haired Elora Bramson, who looked red in the face and kept glancing back at the lanky law officer. She was dressed almost exactly as she had been the day he had arrested her and put her into his private jail in the basement in cutoffs, pullover sweater and little pink blouse underneath, and sneakers without socks.
"Good evening, folks," Ben Gorton genially chuckled. "Get on in there, Elora, and meet Bobo. She and you are gonna be the center of attention tonight, as you might say."
The coppery-haired runaway turned back to him, her eyes feverishly wide and humid with entreaty: "Aw, please, for gosh sakes, Sheriff, don't do it in front'a them, it's no fair!"
"Close your trap, Elora honey," he good-naturedly retorted. "You know perfectly well old Ed Buxley has been complaining you ain't putting out the way you ought, seeing as how he's given you a job and taken you right into his own home. Now if you'd rather go back to jail a spell and then be sent to your Aunt Myrtle or maybe the reformatory, I can arrange that easy as pie."
"Oh gosh no!" Elora looked even more frightened as she twisted her slim fingers together and nervously bit her lips.
"Well then, let's get started. Now, Dan, you gotta tell me what you want."
"Well, I got us two masks so our faces won't show good. You know why, Ben. We'll start by having both the gals bent over the table and their hind ends ready for the licking. Wendy can do that while I take the first shots, and then you can give Bobo her fan tailing while Wendy shoots the film. Me, I'll be right glad to take care of that cute long-legged redhead you brought with you tonight, Ben." He winked meaningfully at the grinning Sheriff.
"Oh please, D-Daddy," Barbara spoke up in a choking voice, her cheeks a flaming red, "don't do it to me in front of them, I don't deserve it, I've been a good girl, you know I have!"
"Sure you have, Bobo honey," Dan Wainright patted her shoulder. "If you hadn't been, I'd really give you a good sound licking. Anyhow, you know how itchy you get between those cute long legs of yours once your hind end gets nice and red and hot, so it'll make it easier for you to give old Ben here what he's been asking me for ever since you started growing up."
"Ohhhh-you mean he-" Barbara couldn't finish, glancing first at the smirking law officer, then back at her grinning stepfather. "Oh no! That's awful-it-it's not right, not with somebody else, D-Daddy-"
"You just keep talking like that, Bobo, and you'll really get your ass tanned raw," her stepfather angrily interposed. Then, with a wheedling smile and cajoling tone of voice, "Now listen, honey, this is just a little fun game, you might say. We ain't gonna hurt you none, not really. And you'll get a nice present next time I go to Atlanta, next Monday, I promise. Be good now. Get up, get over to that table and put your tummy over one of those pads and let your arms hang down on the other side."
Glancing around helplessly, Barbara could see that the only one on her side was poor, already sniffling, Elora. With a resigned groan, she reluctantly rose and approached the table, uneasily stood against the edge and slowly bent forward, letting her arms dangle down.
"If that ain't a sight for sore eyes and a soft pecker!" Sheriff Ben Gorton sniggered. "All right, Elora, you go lie there next to her, the same way, and be quick about it!"
Elora began to cry softly but obeyed. The two men moved forward quickly, fixing the wrists of both sniffling penitents to the leather cuffs at the ends of the half-legs, thus stretching them both in the most suggestive of poses. The leather pads arched up their bottoms provocatively, and Wendy's eyes shone with sensual excitement at the prospect of what was going to happen.
Dan Wainright busied himself behind the camera, adjusting the lens, making sure the shutter was working, and then called, "All right, Wendy, you can start pulling Bobo's panties down."
Barbara groaned and closed her eyes, tightening all her muscles. Bent over as she was and stretched along the table, her mini-skirt had already hiked up enough to show several inches of luscious creamy thigh and the glossy black fabric of her tight-fitting panties. Her cheeks burned furiously as she felt Wendy's fingers graze the ripe summits of her tightening bottom, then insert under the waistband and slowly peel them down as one might peel a grape till they reached her knees. Dan Wainright called out several instructions to the blonde as he rapidly took pictures. Wendy now posed with her left palm placed on the small of Barbara's back, lifting her right hand and then bringing it forward to make impact with the huddling creamy buttocks of the dark-brunette youngster. Elora, her eyes huge with consternation, her cheeks flaming with shame, watched this as she looked back. Once again she implored the Sheriff to give her, her punishment in private, but to spare her this humiliation, a plea which was of course completely ignored. Now Wendy moved behind the red-haired runaway and began to tug down the cutoffs, after which she rolled down the skimpy pink panties, twisting one inside the other around Elora's shapely knees.
The round jutting creamy bottom of Barbara and spacious pale-milky-rosy-flecked oval posterior of Elora were now proffered, tightly arched up by the pads, the soft pink twitching cuntal lips of both frantically embarrassed teenagers lasciviously displayed through the elevation of the pads.
Wendy now posed with Elora as she had done with Barbara, the redhead whimpering and squirming uneasily, and it took the Sheriff's stern admonition that she would really be punished if she kept carrying on like that to quiet her. At last Wendy moved back to the camera and Dan Wainright substituted for her behind the tearful redhead.
"Now you know how to operate this thing, Wendy, I showed you enough," he called to the lush blonde. "Take some of me and Elora and some of Ben and Bobo, then use the viewfinder and take us both. Here's your mask, Ben, and I'll put mine on." So saying, he donned a black eye-mask bought at an Atlanta dime store and tossed a similar one to the lanky Sheriff.
"We'll start with jist a hand spanking to warm the gals up a spell," he now announced, his horny palm caressing Elora's luscious bottom ovals while the redhead, after glancing back at him and uttering a stifled cry of desperate shame, promptly turned her face back and closed her eyes, tightening all her muscles in a supreme defense against this mortifying ordeal.
Both men now planted themselves to the left of their respective victims, and it was plain to see that each was delighted with this substitution. Patting Elora's squirming buttocks and then playfully slipping his forefinger between her quivering long thighs to touch the soft pink lips of her invitingly gaping cunt, Dan Wainright muttered softly, "I won't hurt you too much, honey, if you promise to give me a real good fucking when I'm done taking all these nice pictures, get me?"
The Sheriff, his face already flushed and his eyes sparkling through the slits of the mask, was fondling and squeezing Barbara's shuddering, tightening creamy buttocks, acquainting himself with the luscious resilience of her tempting young flesh. "Don't worry, honey, you got too cute a butt to mark up much. I'll jist warm your sweet ass enough so you and me can have ourselves a good hot fuck," he huskily promised.
"Ready, Wendy?" Dan Wainright called back to the blonde at the camera.
At her nod, he raised his right hand and delivered a sonorous spank to the redhead's naked upper right buttock. With a squeal, Elora wriggled forward, trying to kick up her legs, but the tangled cutoffs and panties hampered the movement. Nevertheless, the contortions and weavings of her magnificent bare bottom and upper thighs were fascinating, and the camera duly recorded them as Wendy clicked the shutter.
Sheriff Ben Gorton, rolling up Barbara's mini-dress a little higher along her smooth, deeply hollowed back, patted her flinching bottom a few times, then lifted his right hand and brought it down hard against the very center of her right buttock. "Oww!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched, uneasy voice, glancing back apprehensively and jerking, her wrists tethered in the immutable leather cuffs.
The spanking now resumed, as both men warmed to their task. Wendy, licking her lips, her eyes shining, worked the camera steadily while the sonorous, crisp Smack-Crack-Thwack of male palm against naked, jiggling, squirming, reddening bare female bottom globes was heard. It was punctuated at times by sobs, wails and squeals as the energetic and enthusiastic spankers grew more and more excited by the vivid crimson coloring their hands imparted to those luscious naked young bottoms and perceived the frantic contortions and weavings which exposed in the most licentious way the soft pink palpitating lips of the teenagers' pouting cunts.
"Oww, I'll be good, Mr. W-Wainright, please, s-sir," Elora tearfully implored as Barbara's stepfather's heavy hand flattened the base of her left buttock and made her lunge forward over the table, again trying to kick up both legs and to twist her burning hips away from the relentless spanking.
"Eeeeoww-oh please, I'll do anything!" Barbara implored from her side of the table as the Sheriff's sturdy hand smacked emphatically over the shadowy crease of both reddened buttocks at their very center.
"That'll do for a spell, Wendy honey," Dan Wainright hoarsely ordered. Then, opening the fly of his pants, under which he had worn no shorts for this occasion, he liberated his bulging prick and gripped the quivering reddened edges of Elora's lithe naked hips as he pressed himself homeward toward the enticement of her palpitating pink cunt.
"Oh no, Sheriff, you didn't say he was going to f-fuck me, oh don't let him, please, it's-it's not right!" the redhead wailed as she twisted her tearstained, contorted face back round to entreat reprieve.
"Hush your mouth, Elora girl," Ben Gorton growled as, yanking down his zipper, he liberated his bonier-looking elongated prick and playfully rubbed the swollen tip against Barbara's tempting creamy upper thighs, his hands squeezing and patting her inflamed posterior. "You know what I told you about the reformatory. Maybe a little variety'll help you give old Ed a hotter time in bed. Fact is, when we're done, I'm taking you back to his place and I'm gonna stay there to make sure you put out, Elora. Now give my good friend Dan what he needs after larruping your cute fanny!"
Barbara gasped as she felt the Sheriff's prick suddenly gouge between her quivering cuntal lips and enter along the narrow, sensitive volutes of her vaginal canal. She arched herself over the pad, desperately wanting to prove her submissive obedience lest her stepfather add another dose of corporal punishment to the already stinging heat which pervaded her luscious creamy behind. Her eyes closed very tightly, her fists clenched, she submitted as the Sheriff vigorously plowed her cuntal furrow, grunting and panting with his mounting excitement. She even abetted him by wriggling and squirming her hips about, delighting him enough to call out, "Say, Dan, you sure got Bobo broke in good, she's going to haul my ashes purty damn soon with that tight little pussy of hers!"
"Elora's not so bad either, Ben," Dan Wainright thickly gasped as he dug back and forth inside the redhead's tightening, spasming cuntal sheath, his fingers nipping her reddened buttocks and drawing squeals and sobs from the wriggling redhead. "But watch how I turn her on, and maybe you can tell old Ed how to do it for hisself tonight when he gets her back in bed. See?" He delved his right forefinger between their bodies, and Elora's face suddenly lifted, eyes widening, for he had nudged her quivering clitoris and was rubbing and prodding it lingeringly.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Sheriff Ben Gorton snickered. "You sure got Elora wiggling good now, Dan boy. Let's see if your little gal is built the same way. Seems like to me when a cute young gal gets her ass warmed a little, her front end gets twice as hot." With this, he emulated Barbara's stepfather, his forefinger slyly rubbing Barbara's well-developed clitoris, which made the dark-brunette teenager at once convulsively start and arch her bottom back against him. "Well, damn if she ain't the same randy way! Let's fuck, Dan, let's make these little gals cum along with us or else get another licking!"
Dan Wainright nodded to Wendy to take more pictures of this orgiastic scene, though he wasn't quite certain whether he could or ought to sell them. He knew one thing, he wanted to keep them as souvenirs of one of the most exciting evenings he'd ever had in all his life. Continuing to frig Elora's clit, he thrust more rapidly than ever inside her tight, quaking cunt, and was soon rewarded by her wild, prolonged squeal as her body leaped and surged over the table, than sagged and trembled in the throes of hot girl-cum.
Barbara, though all her instincts of young-girlish modesty bade her try to hold back from this total, degrading surrender to another man in the presence of her stepfather and his kept wontah as well as her young companion in misery, was equally unable to hold herself back as the Sheriff rubbed her clit back and forth and accelerated his vigorous digs inside her churning cuntal groove. At last, with a sobbing cry, tilting up her congested, tearstained face, her fingernails digging into her sweating palms, she felt her insides gush into molten lava, and she lay gasping and shivering over the table, as the hot viscous spew of the Sheriff's ejaculating prick lashed the deepest recesses of her throbbing cunt.
"Say, I got a terrific idea for a sexy picture, something I always wanted to see," the Sheriff lazily drawled after pulling out of Barbara's dripping cunt and mopping his prick with a handkerchief. "I'd sure like to see both those cute gals give your Wendy's pussy a nice loving daughterly kiss, I would!"
"That's a helluva good idea, Ben! I'll take the pictures myself. Wendy, keep on just your bra and stockings 'n pumps and garter belt and get over there in front of the table. Put your hands in the gals' hair and yank them a little to make them kiss pussy while I take the pictures. You, Ben, take your belt and sort of pretend to whack their cute bare asses to make them do it, see?" Dan Wainright excitedly directed from behind the camera.
Wendy blushed, but was nothing loath. As she removed the housecoat and then snugged down her panties and stepped out of them, she caught the Sheriff's appreciative eyes glisteningly fixed on the thick dark-blonde muff of her cunt and the shapely full thighs and deep-dimpled bare belly. Moving in front of the table, she began with Elora, twisting her fingers into the thick pageboy coppery tresses of the runaway and forcing the girl's tearstained, scarlet face up against her thick cuntal bush. "Kiss and suck me nice, honey," she purred as the Sheriff, having unbuckled his belt, doubled it, lifted it, and applied an encouraging though light swipe diagonally over Elora's scarlet-tinted bare bottom globes.
"Oww, please don't lick me no more, I'll do anything you say!" Elora wailed, squirming and lunging, then at once applied a tremulous kiss to Wendy's cunt.
"Got it!" Dan Wainright exulted as he clicked the shutter. "Take a couple more, then try Bobo the same way."
"Oh please don't make me do that, I don't want to!" Barbara tearfully implored.
"You mind what I tell you to do, Bobo, or I'll borrow Ben's belt and it won't be lovetaps I lay on that sexy ass of yours, gal!" her stepfather menaced.
With a forlorn sigh, Barbara awaited her own turn. In a few moments, blonde Wendy moved over to her, seized her long beribboned braid and yanked at it. "All right, little daughter," she mocked the scarlet-faced teenager, "show some respect to Mummy's pussy now or I'll have your daddy really lay the belt on that naughty big ass of yours!"
Shuddering with humiliation, Barbara closed her eyes and furtively obeyed. Wendy gave her hair another yank, hissing, "I didn't hardly feel that at all, now you'd better do it right or else!" at which the Sheriff encouraged the squirming, unhappy teenager with a noisy smack of the belt straight across the upper curves of her reddened bottom-cheeks.
"That's great!" Dan Wainright called. "That'll do just fine for tonight. Now, Wendy, you been real helpful. Want to give my friend Ben some real Wainright hospitality? You know what I mean. Ben, I bet you kinda go for Wendy's pussy. You're welcome to a piece right now-isn't he, honey?"
"Sure, if you say so, honey," Wendy blithely remarked. The fact was that all of this had made her extremely lustful, particularly the reluctant kisses and tonguings which the two girls had applied to her seething cunt. She moved over to the couch and sprawled herself accommodatingly, knees up in the air and yawned apart. "Come on, Sheriff, let's see if you're as good as my Dan," she urged.
"Now this is what I call right neighborly, Dan boy, and I won't forget it," Ben Gorton panted as he hurried over to the couch. His prick had already stiffened again, and a few cajoling caresses from Wendy's soft hand got him into adequate erection for this first visitation into her tender and still delightfully tight cuntal sheath. Her legs and arms locked round him, and her tongue at once began to dart between his lips as she welcomed him for her own much-needed lubricious fulfillment.
Barbara watched, scandalized and shamed, and yet inwardly the fires of sensual awakening were raging. Her buttocks twisted back and forth, as if she were still agitating them under the heat of a renewed spanking. The lips of her cunt twitched and shrank and quivered incessantly, and she could feel the warm molten glow of new desire surging within her, prickling the flesh of her tensing thighs, stiffening the dark tips of her firm young nipples.
But it was Elora who received the brunt of Dan Wainright's rekindled lust at watching Wendy and the Sheriff over on the couch. Spitting on a forefinger and rubbing it against the dainty puckering rosette of Elora's asshole, he suddenly jammed himself into the tender narrow orifice, despite her wild cries of protest and discomfort, and vigorously buggered her. He looked over to watch Barbara's bottom squirming and wriggling and told himself that he was saving her last cherry for a very special occasion.
But, since he was a goodhearted man and could reward merit as well as punish, he eased Elora's pangs by rubbing her clit with his forefinger as he dug back and forth inside her quaking asshole till at last the sobbing redhead found furious release.
CHAPTER NINE
The substantial check which Dan Wainright received from the Atlanta book dealer for the series of spanking and sex pictures he and the Sheriff had taken of Barbara and Elora, convinced not only Dan himself, but also greedy and sensual Wendy, that they had a potential gold mine in the dark-brunette teenager. As the months passed, Barbara discovered that the lush blonde who now nonchalantly called herself "Mr. Wainright's hired housekeeper" was beginning to assume the same authority that her own mother would have had had the latter still been alive. Dan Wainright's trips to
Atlanta became more frequent, leaving Barbara alone under Wendy's dictatorial supervision.
On more than one occasion, when Barbara felt herself tyrannized by the opulent blonde, she made the mistake of arguing with Wendy and protesting the latter's orders. Gleefully, Wendy waited until Dan came back from Atlanta or the carpenter shop where he spent more and more time, then in front of the jealously vindictive young woman, a tearful Barbara was summoned to reckoning over her stepfather's lap. She was ordered to hoist her skirt and lower her panties herself, then drape herself over Dan Wainright's lap while Wendy came to hold her hands and to smirk into her tearful, anguished face as Dan applied a prolonged hand spanking. Sometimes, when the fault was more grievous, a hairbrush or his doubled leather belt was used. Then, for penance, the weeping teenager was obliged to kneel before Wendy, kiss her hand, apologize for having been so impertinent and beg Wendy's forgiveness. She was then sent to stand in the comer for half an hour, holding her skirt up with her panties still around her heels to exhibit her flaming bottom.
On numerous of these occasions, Wendy, who by now could manipulate the camera as well as her scheming mature lover, took pictures of Barbara's punishment, and made several exciting series which in due course brought back rewarding checks from Dan's Atlanta contact. Nor did Barbara's stepfather bother with wearing a mask, for Wendy slyly suggested that anybody who bought the pictures would only envy him his role of chastising such a gorgeous little hussy as Bobo.
Over the Christmas holidays, Sheriff Ben Gorton brought another runaway to the white clapboard house, a sixteen-year-old golden-haired vagrant named Cissie Naughton. She was an orphan who had been adopted by a foster family in Cartertown, then run away when she found that her new father intended to share her bed after his wife had gone to sleep. In the process, she had appropriated several hundred dollars from his wallet, and the Sheriff had confronted her with a bulletin he had received concerning this theft. Cissie poignantly pleaded with him not to send her back to her foster home, and after conferring with Dan Wainright, the lecherous law officer agreed. After a torrid night of fucking on the old couch in his basement jail, Cissie was taken to the town's only beauty parlor where her hair was dyed black and cut into a chic short Dutch bob. She was told to answer to the name of Cora Nance, and officially hired as a county employee by the Sheriff himself as his file clerk.
Cissie, however, was not a tearful virgin as she had willingly yielded her cherry to a seventeen-year-old boy in the orphanage. She might even have succumbed to her foster father's lust had he not tried to force her by cuffing her around and then threatening her with a good beating with his riding crop. At once she fell in with Sheriff Gorton's idea to make erotic photos which could be sold at a handsome profit. Within a week after her incarceration in the jail she paid a visit with the Sheriff to the Wainright house.
This time, Wendy herself proposed a titillating idea for a picture series. Barbara and Cissie (or Cora, as she was now known) would be shown alone together on the living-room couch, kissing and fondling each other. Then Dan Wainright would enter the room and righteously condemn both naughty girls to a sound spanking, after which they would be "converted" into the heterosexual normalcy of fucking. . Barbara, who wore anklets, rompers and her long-braided hair bedecked with ribbons, was mortified when the opulent blonde and her stepfather outlined the plot of this picture series. The idea of having sex with another girl was utterly repugnant to her, just as it had been when she had been forced to kiss Wendy's brazenly proffered cunt. Only her being tethered over the table with her bottom still burning from the energetic spanking the Sheriff had laid on had compelled her to go through with that initial introduction into the shadow world of Lesbos. But when her stepfather warned her that any facial or bodily reluctance on her part during the initial "takes" would result in a genuinely severe thrashing with the bristled side of the hairbrush during the actual spanking shots, she tearfully consented to play her role as the innocent experimenter. After the spankings had been duly inflicted by hand both Cora and Barbara danced from foot to foot, rubbing their flamingly reddened bottom. Dan Wainright took Cora by the wrist and led her into his bedroom. The Sheriff drew Barbara onto his lap on the couch, while Wendy discreetly went into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.
Swiftly the Sheriff undressed Barbara naked save for her yellow ankle-socks. Then he had her kneel down, open his fly and take out his prick and lick and kiss it till he was ready to fuck her. Finding herself alone with the man who was the only law in town, Barbara tearfully dared to ask, "S-Sheriff, why do you and D-Daddy Dan keep taking all those awful pictures of me and Elora and C-Cora? You don't show them to anybody, do you? I'd just die if I knew anybody but you and Daddy and W-Wendy knew about them!"
"Why, child, whatever gave you such a silly idea," he panted, cupping her flushed, tearstained cheeks and arching forward on the edge of the couch to feed more of his prick toward her. "Use your mouth where it'll do the most good, Bobo darling. I want to see it stuff your sweet face and make those cheeks of yours pop out with it-of course nobody else is looking at them. Now be careful, you know your Daddy Dan doesn't like you to act uppity, so you'd best forget such notions. That's it, open wide and give me a good blow job now before I shove my cock into your tight sweet little pussy!"
Barbara reluctantly obeyed, gagging as the Sheriff overenthusiastically thrust more of his bony prick into her soft mouth than she could readily accommodate, but his excitement fortunately led him to desist after a moment or two. Raising her by the armpits he flung her onto her back on the couch, whereupon he mounted her with a single energetic thrust inside her cunt and began to fuck her violently.
Once again, as so often before, to her own anguished astonishment, lovely young Barbara Wainright found her thighs flexing and her bottom squirming and arching off the couch to meet his vigorous, rapid digs; once again, her loins seethed with the turbulent hot tides of lustful fulfillment.
When at last she had been permitted to go to her room and tidy up after the Sheriff's violent lovemaking, the latter and Dan Wainright conferred in the kitchen over coffee and hot biscuits and honey. Wendy was sitting between them to contribute her own suggestions.
"You know," Dan Wainright warily offered, "this guy in Atlanta says some of his customers who bought Bobo's pictures would pay a helluva lot of money just to screw her once. One customer says he'll pay as much as two hundred bucks, and he'll even buy Bobo a brand-new dress."
"That's more than any guy ever offered me when I was in my prime," Wendy scowled with jealousy. "You better take it, Dan. One of these days that little bitch is going to get wise."
"No she won't. Sheriff Ben and me, we'll keep her in line. She's never gonna find out about those pictures."
"I know, Dan honey, but if you bring a guy up to screw her, what's she gonna think?" Wendy anxiously volunteered.
"She'll do like I say as always. Either that, or she'll get her butt warmed for her. I'm gonna write my Atlanta contact and tell him to send the guy up."
On the Friday night after Barbara's sixteenth birthday, Dan and Wendy sat with the teenager in the living room awaiting the arrival of a visitor who would be known as "Jason". He had purchased all of Barbara's spanking and sex pictures and was eager to meet the lovely young model in person and enjoy a private screening of her dramatic talents.
"Now you listen, Bobo honey," Dan Wainright put his hand on Barbara's thigh and gave it a gentle little pinch. "You're gonna be nice to this Jason fellow, get me? I mean real nice, the way you would to your old Daddy Dan. You see, honey, I got a mortgage coming up on this house, and I need the dough real bad. I know it sounds awful, but it'd be a wonderful thing if my little girl would help pay off the mortgage so we could live all here together, Wendy and you and me, jist like we are. Will you do it, honey?"
Barbara had worn a yellow cotton frock whose hems left off three inches above her bare knees, matching anklet socks and thong sandals, with yellow ribbons in the long braid of dark-brown hair which dangled to her waist. She wore no makeup, and she looked demure and innocent, the more so since she was at the moment furiously blushing at the thought of being spanked and fucked by an utter stranger who was going to pay for that privilege.
"But-but, Daddy D-Dan," she meekly protested, "that's sort of being like a chippy, isn't it? I mean, Sheriff Ben puts girls in jail for doing stuff like that-"
"I know, honey, but this is different," Dan Wainright hurriedly reassured her, giving her thigh a gentle pat. "This is an emergency, we need the money awful bad, honey. I wouldn't ask you otherwise. Why, Wendy here would be ready to meet this John fellow herself, only he says he wants you. He's going to put up three hundred dollars and I don't know how else we're going to get that much money to meet the note that's due Monday."
"I-I guess so," Barbara lowered her eyes, her cheeks flaming again. She bit her lips and squirmed uneasily on the couch. "I-I hope he doesn't spank too hard-I've been good lately, haven't I, Daddy Dan?"
"As good as gold, sweetheart. And you watch, your old Daddy Dan'll make it up to you for this. Soon as the mortgage is paid off on Monday, why, we'll go to Atlanta, the three of us, and have a big celebration."
He saw no reason to tell Barbara that the book dealer had arranged for him to bring Barbara to Atlanta after this one-night stand and arrange for subsequent play-for-pay sessions. Also, the dealer had got himself a studio with props where he suggested even more authentic spanking and sex pictures as well as two-hundred foot films could be taken of the delectable teenager.
"Now remember," Wendy cautioned the blushing, downcast brunette, "you're to do whatever Mr. Jason wants, you understand? He's going to spank you and then fuck you, honey. And what he likes most of all is to have a little girl cry a lot and beg him please not to do it to her. When he's spanking you wiggle and beg off and finally say that you'll do anything in the world if he'll only stop. Understand? You just take good care of him, or I'll have your Daddy Dan punish you good and hard. "Oh, there he is!" as the doorbell suddenly rang.
Barbara gulped and turned crimson, her slim fingers twisting about frantically in her lap as she awaited the advent of her first "customer". In spite of her frantic mortification, she couldn't help feeling a kind of feverish curiosity to know what someone who had never met her before was going to be like when he took down her panties, paddled her hind end and then made her go to bed with him and fuck.
Wendy opened the door, and with an ingratiating smile, cooed, "Do come in, Mr. Jason! A real pleasure to have you here as our guest. Bobo, darling, come here and say hello to this nice man who's come all the way from Atlanta just to see you!"
Barbara gulped again, and her knees swayed under her as she rose from the couch. The man who called himself "Mr. Jason" was short and nattily dressed. His black hair was slickly pomaded. He had a wispy mustache, glasses, and spats.
"My gracious, so this is darling little Bobo!" he exclaimed in a thin, reedy voice as he unbuttoned his heavy overcoat which Wendy ostentatiously took. "You don't know how I've longed to meet you, young lady!"
"Th-thank you, Mr. J-Jason," Barbara quavered, hot waves of rushing embarrassment sweeping her cheeks and forehead and even her dainty little ears.
The little man self-consciously cleared his throat as he eyed Dan Wainright. "Should we-that is to say-can we discuss our business quickly so that I can have little Bobo all to myself?" he blurted.
"Sure now, Mr. Jason, easiest thing in the world, sir!" Beefy Dan Wainright lumbered from the couch to pump the little man's hand and slap him on the back. Then he whispered, "You can jist slip me the cash right now, and the rest of the night is all yours. Bobo'll take you into her bedroom and I guess you know how to go on from there, ha ha!"
"Oh yes, of course. Here-I believe this will cover it." Hastily, the little man took out three neatly folded hundred-dollar bills and pressed them into Dan Wainright's eager hand. The latter turned to his stepdaughter and with a beaming smile, directed, "Now then, honey, you jist make Mr. Jason right at home. We'll excuse you for now. And we'll say goodnight."
Barbara wished she could sink through the floor as she saw the little man's beady black eyes narrow and glint with expectation. He took her hand and squeezed it between both of his, which were moist and clammy. "You show me the way, little lady," he muttered thickly. "I'm going to be real nice to you, and I might even give you a present if you're especially nice to me."
Her stepfather and Wendy had already made for the kitchen, and so with a sinking heart and knees that again threatened to give way under her, lovely young Barbara had no recourse but to lead the excited little man to her bedroom. He at once locked the door, assuming more authoritative presence than he had thus far shown, and indeed his face had already grown stern and dictatorial. "Now, nobody's going to disturb us, Bobo darling. You've been an awfully naughty girl, and your Uncle Jason has to punish you. You understand that, don't you?"
"Why-yes, s-sir," Barbara's voice was wavering and faint as she lowered her eyes to the floor and stood twisting her hands in front of her.
He took off his suit coat and handed it to her. "Go hang it up in your closet and get back here this minute," his voice was now harsh and arrogant, and his breath came more quickly as he watched her slowly move toward the closet, her luscious bottom undulating against the tightly clinging short skirt.
He had taken a well-worn leather sole out of the pocket of his overcoat and thrust it into the back pocket of his pants. Now, bringing it out and flourishing it, he seated himself on the straight-backed chair and commanded, "Come here to me this minute, you naughty girl! Pull your skirt up over your hips and get right over my lap. Your Uncle Jason is going to spank you good for going out with boys."
Wretchedly self-conscious, shamed and trembling, Barbara stopped to clutch the hems of her short skirt and loft it above her waist, revealing a pair of transparent white nylon panties so briefly cut that they showed off the swelling base of her creamy nether globes. Also, the thick muff of her dark-brown pubis thrust its tempting, lascivious shadow against the crotch of the skimpy panties. The little man swallowed and licked his lips as she tremblingly approached, eyes downcast, fingers trembling as they kept the skirt high above her hips and loins.
She quickly laid herself over his lap, wanting to have it over with, and at once covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes.
"Reach back your hand and take this spanker of mine, young lady," he startled her by ordering, and made her realize that this wouldn't be just an ordinary spanking and fucking. "Mr. Jason" had specific and quite imaginative ideas all his own.
As she reached back to take the sole with trembling fingers, he sharply added, "And don't drop it, unless you want lots of extras, you naughty girl!"
"N-no, s-sir-"
"You're to call me Uncle Jason, and don't forget it!" He growled, giving her a wicked little pinch at the top of her left hip which made her squeal and wiggle and almost drop the sole.
"Oww, yes, I will, Un-Uncle J-Jason!" she feverishly blurted, her eyes filling with hot tears.
Mollified, the little man curved his left arm round her supple waist, his right palm lingeringly caressing the jouncy round tightly spaced cheeks of Barbara's voluptuous young bottom. Once again, clutching the sole in her right hand as tightly as she could, Barbara covered her scarlet face with her left hand and kept her eyes tightly shut. She couldn't prevent the nervous twitching around the backs of her tightly compressed thighs, which roamed the cheeks of her enticing young bottom and were plainly visible through the gauzy nylon panty briefs.
Without further ado, the little man raised his right hand and brought it crisply down on the center of her right buttock. The sharp sting drew Barbara to the realization that she had a difficult and taxing ordeal before her. She ground her teeth and tightened her lips, as well as all her muscles, to endure what she knew she must.
He spanked energetically and quickly, applying about thirty sonorous slaps all over her soon squirming, weaving bottom, drawing gasps, tremulous sobs and finally tears. Desperately she clung to the sole, and managed to retain it till at last he paused, panting and shuddering with suppressed lust. "Now then, you naughty girl, ask me to take your panties down and give you a good thrashing with the sole on your bare bottom for going out with boys when I told you not to," he commanded.
"Pl-please, Unc-Uncle J-Jason, please, I-I want you to take my p-panties d-down and give my buh-bare b-bottom a good sound-a good sound th-thrashing with the s-sole for g-going out with b-b-boys when you said I oughtn't to," she tremulously quavered, sniffling as hot tears ran down her flushed, contorted cheeks.
"I'll do exactly that. Now give me that sole and arch your bottom up so I can peel your panties down, you shameless little hussy!" he righteously ordered.
Barbara obeyed, and the little man at once yanked her panties down to her calves, gasping aloud with lubricious admiration at the spectacular bright red which he had painted on her delectable naked behind and which stood out in such lascivious contrast to the creamy smoothness of her legs and lower back.
Once again his left arm tightened around her waist as, tapping her flinching reddened buttocks across the crease with the flat of the worn leather sole, he hoarsely queried, "Are you ready for your thrashing now, you disobedient child you?"
"Why-yes, Uncle-Uncle Jason, I-I'm sorry I was so naughty-I-I won't ever do it again!" Barbara distractedly moaned as she now clasped her hands together and twisted her fingers about as a kind of physical stress to help take her mind-as well as her already stinging bottom-off the oncoming spanking.
Thwack! The sole made a loud lascivious noise, like a pistol shot, as it swung down to flatten the upper outer arc of Barbara's right buttock. Not only did it sting, but its startling loudness was an additional shameful ordeal for the squirming, tearful teenager to endure as she stridently called out, "Owwouu! That hurts so, Un-Uncle J-Jason! Please, please not so hard, I'll be a good girl, I promise I will!"
She could feel his fingertips dig possessively into the tender, perspiring flesh of her naked side as he continued the spanking. With emphatic downward swipes, at times horizontal, at times vertical, and capriciously every sixth or seventh spank, diagonally applied, he made the leather sole dance against her frantically wiggling, tossing, arching and flattening bottom-cheeks. Soon he drew really anguished cries and babbled entreaties for him to stop. Her legs, though hampered by the down-fucked panties, kicked wildly about, and he had to pull her back closer to him with his left arm every so often as he scolded her and went on spanking.
By the time he had reached the fiftieth spank, Barbara could stand no more. Turning her congested face back to him, she wailed, "Ohh, oww, I'll do just anything, Uncle Jason! Oh please, my hind end's burning up, oh please let me off, I'll be such a good girl if you only will, Uncle Jason!"
"All right. I'll give you just one chance. Now kiss the sole and thank me for spanking your naughty bottom," he hoarsely instructed. When she had tearfully complied, shuddering violently at this new mark of sexual degradation, he commanded, "Now get down on your knees and take my prick out and lick and suck it good, and then ask me to fuck your naughty pussy. If you can go out and sleep with boys, you can give your kind old Uncle Jason just as much!"
Barbara slipped off his lap, one hand frantically rubbing her swollen, blazing bottom, as with the other she groped toward the zipper of his pants, dragged it down, inserted her hand and drew out his surprisingly diminutive though fully turgid prick. "Do what I said!" he angrily growled, scowling at her and waving the sole meaningfully above her.
Closing her eyes and shuddering again, Barbara applied her trembling lips and quivering pink tongue to the comparatively small prick, for such it was when measured against her Daddy Dan's unfailingly huge swollen spear. Her nostrils crinkled, for she could detect the fragrant scent of some kind of cologne or perfume. The little man was extremely fastidious, and he had apparently shaved off all his pubic hair, even on his balls. Barbara was instructed to lick these also and then to beg him to fuck her, which she did in a tremulous, hardly audible voice.
"All right then," he snapped, rising from the chair and brandishing the sole, "now you just take off everything except those bobby socks!"
She did so and stood with bowed head, arms at her sides, like a young virgin at the slave mart offering herself to the cruel emir. He seized her by the beribboned braid and hissed, "Now march off to bed, young lady, and get ready for your fucking!" He encouraged her hasty stumbling forward with several vehement whacks of the sole against her blazing naked bottom which drew tearful plaints and entreaties.
But when she had stretched herself on her back, wincing and squirming uneasily because of the furious heat in her well-spanked bottom, he angrily commanded, "No, you little bitch, get on your knees and take off all my clothes except my socks." Again she obeyed, urged on by occasional whacks of the sole against her bare thighs and calves as well as her already furiously inflamed behind.
"Now then, lie down and grab your knees and pull them up against your tits. Bobo honey, you Uncle Jason is going to fuck your cute little pink pussy good and hard," he panted.
Dying of shame, and yet again the strange kindled fires of an unknown voluptuousness seething and churning inside her healthy young loins, Barbara grasped the backs of her knees and pulled them back till she felt her titties flattened by their pressure. He knelt before her, fondling his prick with one hand. His left forefinger tickled her reddened bottom and then the pink cuntal lips of her gaping slit.
Then with a groan, dropping the sole and sinking his fingers into the sides of her flexing thighs, he thrust his small but hard prick deep into her cunt and began to fuck her savagely. Barbara's head turned back and forth on the pillow, her hips swiveled and jerked and squirmed as he rapidly gouged in and out of her. His prickhead brushed her clit, making the seething sensation inside of her intensify at each new touch. And when he shot his bubbling jism into her churning vaginal scabbard, Barbara's body jerked and threshed, her legs frantically weaving, mewling sounds of involuntary rapture escaping her panting young mouth.
It was three in the morning before the insatiable little man had finished with her. After that first fuck, Barbara had been obliged to give him a tongue bath from neck to socks, working on his prick to fortify him for a second engagement within her tight humid little cunt. To revive himself still further, he sat up on the bed and made her lie across her lap from the left so he could slap her creamy thighs with his left hand while frigging her clit and tickling her twitching cuntal lips with his right forefinger. Barbara was then instructed to get on all fours and bury her head in the rumpled pillow while he fucked her dog-fashion. Then, for a lengthy period while he smoked cigarette after cigarette, he made her tell him about her spankings from her stepfather and Wendy and how she was dressed and what her reactions were. He concluded by making her sit on his lap facing him, while he played with her titties and obliged her to arch herself up and down till the constricting walls of her furiously aroused cuntal sheath drew forth his last essence.
He had fallen asleep and was snoring, as Barbara tiptoed out of the bathroom after having applied several towels soaked in cold water to alleviate the burning pangs of her well-spanked bottom. She noticed that he had left a briefcase and his wallet lying on her table by the window, and that a letter protruded from the wallet. Moving to the table and turning on the little lamp, she reached for the letter out of an impulse of curiosity and unfolded it. Her eyes widened and she put one hand over her mouth to suppress the horrified gasp. It was a letter from the Atlanta book dealer to her stepfather, advising him that "Mr. Jason" was in reality the owner of an exclusive bordello on the outskirts of Atlanta and that he was willing to pay Dan Wainright several thousand dollars for the privilege of having "Bobo's complete services" for the period of a year. In addition, there would be extra royalties paid on the series of pictures already taken as well as on all future pictures and films.
She folded the letter and put it back into the wallet, trembling violently. Now she clearly understood why Daddy Dan had bought that camera, why he had hired Wendy as his "housekeeper." It had been bad enough when he'd spanked her into going to bed with him, her own stepfather, but now he was going to sell her as a common little whore. And all this time, all those pictures which he'd assured her were just for his own souvenirs, had been sold for money to men just like this awful little man. Men who had got excited over them and who had wanted to spank and fuck her.
She stood a moment, undecided, and then she drew a deep breath. Swiftly she dressed in her best undies and frock, untied the braid of hair and combed it out after throwing away the ribbons with a grimace of disgust. Putting on her coat in the closet, she tiptoed back to the table and examined the wallet. There were several hundred-dollar bills in it, and she pocketed them. Glancing back at the bed to make sure the little man was still peacefully snoring, she carefully opened the briefcase. Another surprise awaited her: cellophane-wrapped packets of photographs which she recognized as being from her own many "disciplinary spankings". Worst of all were the pictures of her and Elora bound over the table being spanked by Daddy Dan and Sheriff Ben.
These two sets she pocketed, and then very carefully went out of the bedroom, waited a moment as she stood in the hallway to make sure no one else was awake, and then left the clapboard house forever.
She knew that Daddy Dan left his ignition keys in the Ford which he kept parked in the little lean-to up against the side of the house, and she knew how to drive it because he'd shown her once or twice when he had been in a particularly jovial mood. Clambering in behind the wheel, she started up the car and headed it out along the dirt road into the main highway that would take her out of Macon County. She didn't know just where she was going, but as far away from this place as she could get.
CHAPTER TEN
Fortunately for Barbara, there was very little traffic that night, and she gained confidence handling her stepfather's car as the moments passed. She knew she had to think quickly, and she decided on going as far as she could, perhaps over the state line, leaving the car and hitchhiking westward. She'd always wanted to see the ocean, but the more distance she put between herself and Daddy Dan and the Sheriff, the safer she would be. She didn't even want to think about what would happen to her if they caught her, after stealing Mr. Jason's money and those pictures.
By dawn, she reached the state line, abandoned the Ford on the edge of a deserted cornfield, and began to walk down the macadamized highway that led into Alabama. Half an hour later, a truck came by and slowed for her, and an elderly farmer, carrying produce into Clayton, sympathetically agreed to take her along. She told him that her stepfather had spanked and "done awful things to me in bed after that, Mister."
After checking into a cheap little hotel on the outskirts of town, where she slept till late afternoon, Barbara went to a beauty shop she had seen near the hotel. She offered the motherly owner a large tip to take her without an appointment at such a late hour, had her hair dyed black and cut into a becoming pageboy. Then, after treating herself to a steak dinner, she boarded a Greyhound bus bound for Montgomery, where she spent the night in another flea bitten hotel, then again boarded a bus bound for Memphis.
Ten days later, a pretty black-haired girl got off the bus at Solano Beach near San Diego, carrying a cheap cardboard suitcase, and stood looking longingly at the ocean. She spent a week in San Diego, earning a little money as a part-time waitress in a hamburger joint, and an attractive young red-haired co-worker had mentioned that there were a lot of young people out at Solano Beach and there might be jobs there in some of the fishing and surfing equipment shops as well as the luncheon stands. The wind coming in from the ocean whipped her glossy black pageboy curls, hugged the yellow cotton dress lovingly against her firm round titties, shaping out the ripely exciting curves of her womanly young hips and thighs. She inhaled deeply, reveling in the salt air, the brilliant sun and the white beach beyond her.
About a mile down the road, she came upon a boarding house with a sign announcing a vacancy, rang the bell and paid forty dollars for a dingy little room with washbowl and toilet but no bath and breakfast and supper for a week. She was down to about a hundred dollars of the money she had taken from Mr. Jason's wallet and what she had been able to earn along the route to what she hoped would be her final haven in California. She napped until suppertime, ravenously ate the rather tasteless lamb stew and rice pudding which the fat gray-haired widow-owner of the boarding house provided, and then eagerly walked out along the gravel path and down a flight of stone steps to the huge beach that spread beyond her. The moon was full and the stars were twinkling and the air was gentle and soft and sweet for Barbara Warren-that was her new name now.
Her thong sandals sank into the sand and she had to walk with an effort, but she didn't mind. And she didn't see a group of four youths in bathing trunks, carrying surfboards, moving up slowly behind her along the edge of the beach. no
"Hey, Jerry, lookit that little bitch's wiggly ass-I'm gonna get me a piece of it! How about you guys?" a sandy haired, bearded young hippie turned to his three friends.
The one named Jerry was also bearded, with heavy sideburns. He was twenty and earned a few dollars doing garden work for some of the wealthier homeowners in the area. He nodded and grinned. "I'm with you, Benjy. What about you, Doug, Phil?"
The other two youths, seventeen and eighteen respectively, lanky and with long matted hair from their surfing, nodded assent. They quickened their steps, walking along the moist sand as the idle waves splashed up against their bare feet. They had quicker going than Barbara, who, lost in her fantasy of being back to nature and free at last, was trudging through the sand looking up at the cloudless sky and the dark glassy water stretching beyond.
It was Jerry who moved in front of her to intercept her, the three other youths circling. Barbara uttered a cry of fright, glancing around warily like a trapped animal. "Out sorta late for surfing, aren't you, honey?" Benjy grinned wolfishly as he put an arm around her waist and hugged her to him, his wet trunks staining her pretty cotton dress.
"You let me go, don't you dare!" she cried shrilly. But her protest seemed to galvanize all four into action. They flung her down on her back, Jerry and Benjy holding her wrists while Doug and Phil evaded her frantically kicking feet to rip off her dress and then the half-slip beneath. "Hot damn, get a load of the boobs and legs this little bitch has got," Phil panted as his eyes feasted on Barbara's panting round titties encased in a white nylon bra. His eyes lowered to stare greedily at the thick dark muff of cuntal hair at the very apex of her snug matching panties. She had no stockings, and the creamy white gleam of her writhing thighs and calves fascinated the four beach bums. Benjy reached out with his free hand to rip off her bra. "Keerist, they're for real! Baby, you're stacked just right for screwing, and we're jist the guys to give you what your hot little twat needs ta nite!" he boasted, squeezing one of her titties.
Thus encouraged, Doug and Phil together ripped her panties off, then grabbed her ankles, spread-eagling her while all four stared avidly at her. She was squirming and jerking, stretched out in the sand in only her thong sandals, with her tumbled black hair streaming down over one tearstained cheek as she tried to scream for help. Benjy swore viciously and clamped his palm over her mouth. "Who's gonna go first?" Jerry demanded.
"Aw, what the hell does it matter?" Phil snickered, reaching out to prod Barbara's twitching pink cuntal lips with a dirty forefinger. "She's built to take an army-jist look at that twat she's got.
We'll bang her as often as we can get it up, and I'll bet she'll be begging for more when we're all honked out. I'll go first, but don't worry, I'll make it a quickie!"
"Noooo! Help me-aaaahhhh-mmmmfff-gghhh!! " Barbara managed to twist her face away and managed a frenzied shriek before Benjy's palm again mashed her lips down into whimpering silence. "Try that again, cunt," he snarled, "and we'll gag you with cock while we're fucking you, get me?"
Doug had grabbed one of Barbara's ankles and was holding on with both hands, as the naked teenager tried frantically to kick at her crouching, would-be ravisher with her free sandaled foot. Phil laughed gloatingly, easily evading her last futile attempt at salvation, and flung himself on her. Barbara's body stiffened, then her hips swiveled and jerked as she felt the hot stab of his prick against the rims of her cuntal lips, her eyes bulging and glassy with loathing and despair.
"That'll be enough of that, you bastards! Let her go!" a voice barked behind them.
"Hey-who the hell's that-jeez, he's got a knife-let's get the hell out of here!" Benjy panted. The four youths sprang to their feet, Phil the last and most reluctant of all, his trunks partway down and his bony, swollen prick bobbing in the night air. "You too, you little bastard, I'll cut it off if you don't get going!" the voice barked again, and
Phil yanked his trunks up, swore unprintably and started loping down the beach to join his fellows.
"Did they hurt you, Miss?" The man approached the shrinking, naked, sobbing teenager, who Slowly sat up and clamped a hand over her thick cuntal bush. He wore glasses, had curly long dark-brown hair, and a Van Dyke beard, was dressed in dungarees, sneakers and a maroon pullover sweater. His eyes were blue and sympathetic behind the glasses as he pocketed the knife.
"No-thanks to you, Mister," Barbara tearfully exclaimed.
"Those bastards, I know who they are, but they won't be back. My name's Eddie Clayton. I live around here, I do some painting. Here, I'll get your clothes. Your dress seems to be all right and the slip too. I'll turn my back."
Barbara stumbled to her feet, retrieved the half-slip, donned it and then the yellow cotton dress. The bra and panties were torn beyond repair, and she uttered a sigh of relief as the nervous reaction to her near gang-rape came over her.
"You staying over at that boarding house, Ma Granger's place?"
"Uh huh."
"She's got a lot of drifters. I'm not trying to be fresh, but I think you'd be safer in my pad. It's just up the beach a ways and off there on that little hill. It's a sort of cottage. I rented it from a guy I know. He's in Hawaii surfing, and then he's going on to Australia for the meet. Come on. I know, you feel lousy. Put your arm around my shoulder and I'll help you walk."
"Th-thanks, Ed-Eddie. You're awfully kind. My-my name's Barbara W-Warren."
The little cottage was sparsely furnished but cheerful and tidy, Barbara noticed. Eddie Clayton made her stretch out on the couch and hurried to the kitchen to heat some coffee, after first giving her a glass of brandy to quiet her nerves.
As she sipped her coffee, she glanced thankfully over at him as he sat tailor-fashion on the floor. Beyond him she could see an easel and a canvas with a half-finished seascape. "Is that yours?" she nodded towards the easel.
"Guilty as charged, Barbara. I make a few bucks every so often selling a painting to some rich tourist or other. Mostly, I'm trying to put it together after two years in Nam. I majored in art at San Francisco State College, then came back here after Nam to rest up and take life easy. You don't look like a native, though."
Barbara bit her lips, set down her empty coffee cup, shook her head. "I'm not. But it's funny, I thought for a minute there it was gonna happen to me just like the way it did back where I came from."
"You don't have to tell me about it, Barbara, if you don't want to."
"But I do want to, Eddie." She leaned forward, and then she began to tell him all about Daddy Dan, Sheriff Ben Gorton and Wendy, the pictures for the Atlanta book dealer and then Mr. Jason. When she had finished, she burst into hysterical tears, a kind of purging of all that she had gone through in these last weeks of her hectic young life.
"That was hell, kid, worse than Nam. At least it was a clean death out there if you got it, but what they made you do was lousy, lying to you and practically peddling you into white slavery."
"It-it's over now, Eddie. I didn't mean to blubber like a baby. You're awful nice. I-have you got a girl?"
"No, not really," he shrugged and grinned. "You have to have loot to attract the broads around here, mostly. I've got some disability money from the Army and a little stake my dad left me, and maybe in a few months I'll go up to Frisco and see if I can work out a deal with a gallery owner for more painting."
"Eddie-"
"Yes, Barbara?"
"If-I mean-I know it sounds awful and I've only known you a little while but it feels like months and months because you're so nice-I mean-" Her face turned crimson and she lowered her eyes.
"What do you think I am, a creep like those four characters out there?" he said indignantly. "You're offering out of gratitude, but you don't owe me anything. You're a nice person, Barbara, and I didn't come on the scene for any reward like that. Just drop it, honey."
"I know-but it's all I have to say thank you with. And-and I like you lots, Eddie."
Now it was his turn to blush self-consciously and look away, for she was leaning forward, her eyes humid and wide, her firm young titties rising and falling quickly, and there was no bra under the dress and half-slip now to hide their thrusting resilient loveliness.
"Eddie, listen," she said huskily, "I mean, I know I'm coming on too strong and too soon, but that's the way they made me down there in Georgia. You know something? Even when they used to spank me and do all those awful things to me, I used to get awfully sexy. I figured-well, I had to do it when they spanked me till it hurt, then I knew I couldn't say no-it's funny-"
"I think I know what you mean, honey."
"Sure. Well, anyway, I was a bitch just now saying what I did. By rights, you ought to take me over your knee and give me a good sound spanking on the b-bare b-butt-I'd feel lots better if you did, Eddie. Please."
"Barbara! What the hell-"
"Maybe you're not a man," she suddenly taunted, her face saucy and flirtatious as she shrugged her lovely shoulders. "Maybe you don't even like girls, Eddie. How do I know?" and as she rose from the couch, she hoisted up her dress and half-slip to her waist, exposing her glossy creamy thighs and bottom and the thick dark fleece which framed her tempting young cunt.
Eddie rose to his feet with a strangled oath, his cheeks red, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "Stop that, Barbara!" he ordered, his voice thick and wavering.
"Why don't you see if you can make me?" she teasingly jibed.
He stopped a moment to stare at her, then his jaw tightened. "Okay, since you asked me, you'll get it!" he snapped. Striding to the couch, he grabbed her left wrist and in the same movement as he sat down, hauled her over his lap. Barbara let out a frightened giggle as she looked back up at him. Eddie Clayton's face was grimly determined now, and his eyes were sparkling with desire as they fixed on her upturned creamy round bottom-cheeks, watching them tighten and undulate and squirm, as she pretended to shift herself away from him. Letting go of her wrist, he looped his left arm tightly round her waist, raised his hand and began to spank resoundingly. Barbara was taken by surprise at the vehemence of even that very first slap which flattened the succulent base of her right buttock. "Oww!" she peevishly complained, kicking her bare legs up and down, her face sulky and spiteful. "You don't have to try to beat me half to death, you know-oww! Ouch-cut it out, Eddie-I was only teasing-"
"Maybe you were, but you're gonna pay the price for doing it, honey." His hand continued to rise and fall relentlessly, and Barbara soon began to wriggle and squeal in earnest, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, as she tried to reach back with both hands to protect her furiously reddening naked behind.
And then once again, as if by magic, the same treacherous, churning, hot sensation began to tingle deep inside her cunt. Her buttocks weaved and arched and seemed to offer themselves to his rapidly descending spanking hand. Her groans and sobs now were almost inarticulate, and her fingers clawed the couch as her dainty sandaled feet flailed the air, sometimes lunging widely apart to let him see the intoxicatingly exquisite vista of her moistening pink cuntal lips.
"There," he panted, out of breath, laying a last furious spank over the crease of her furiously inflamed bare buttocks, "maybe that'll teach you not to try to act cheap with everybody you meet. We're not all like that Daddy Dan or Sheriff Ben of yours, you know!"
Then, suddenly contrite, he mumbled, "Oh Christ, Barbara honey, I was a bastard, look what I did to that sweet bottom of yours-I didn't mean to hurt you like that-"
But Barbara, giggling now and crying at the same me, had slipped off his lap and was down on her knees, yanking off the dress and half-slip. Naked, exquisitely sensual in her tearful well-spanked beauty, she reached for the zipper of his dungarees and yanked it down. "You just spanked me awful hard for being a bitch, Eddie honey," she whispered, "now please, can't I have the fun that goes with being one, since my poor heinie just earned it so good and hard?"
He reached out to cup her panting titties as her soft hands fondled his stiffening, sturdy, aching prick. "Wait, honey," she breathed, "I wanna prove I want you awful lots. You know, I told you about the things I had to do back down there-but they never did do me in my bottom-you know?"
He stared at her, transfixed, shuddering with lust. "So," she lowered her eyes as her face flamed furiously, "I'm still cherry back there, and I want . you to have it, just to show I saved something of myself for a real sweet loving guy. Please?"
With this, she crawled toward the edge of the couch and, pillowing her scarlet, tearstained face in her folded arms, bowed herself down, spreading her bare knees hugely apart and arching up the crimsoned globes of her twitching, still squirming bottom in loving, slave-like submission to her master.
Eddie Clayton ground his teeth in agonized longing, hesitated, and then succumbed to the delicious wanton yet candidly joyous gift which indeed, as Barbara had just said, was the only one she had yet to give a man...this time, a man of her own choice.
"Wait, wait a second, baby," he hoarsely stammered. He hurried into the bathroom, found a tube of vaseline, uncapped it and lubricated his forefinger, then his stiff bobbing prick. Then he went back to the kneeling, readied teenaged, who gasped and squirmed lasciviously as she saw him approach, the emblem of his rigid, rutting manhood thrusting savagely before him. He sank down on his knees behind her, his forefinger daubing the rest of the lubricant against the puckering pink lips of her virgin asshole. His other forefinger slipped round her straddled creamy thighs, tickling the moistened, palpitating cuntal lips and then moving upward to find the dainty bud of her sensitive clit.
"Oooooh, oh Eddie, oh do me good, oh please, brown me hard, I've been so naughty, but I love you, I do, I truly do!" she moaned in her fervent masochistic rapture. Though this time she knew it was she who had brought about his transformation from Good Samaritan to ruthless, firm, yet compassionate lover-master. There was no fear in this adventure, only a delicious, heady sweetness that intoxicated her and made her thighs flex and weaken as she knelt there waiting to experience for the first time this new sweet perverse pain that would be bliss.
His finger continued delicately to tickle her stiffening clit as he guided his prick against the shrinking rosette of her virgin bottom-hole. Barbara uttered a gasp and raised her wide-eyed, expectant face to the wall as she felt the glans of his heavy, hot hard prick gouge slowly inside and on past the protesting ring of sphincter muscles which guarded her maiden entry. Then she groaned as she felt herself deliriously distended, while his finger worked at her throbbing clit to bring that maddening hot longing even more fiercely seething along the walls of her churning cunt.
"Oh do it, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't, oh darling, oh Eddie, brown me, fuck me there, put it all into me, give me to me, darling lover-oooohoh Eddie-aaaah-oh my Gawd, it's so good, it hurts so good-oh lover-aaaah!" Her voice soared with hysterical ecstasy as she writhed and jerked, feeling his belly at last grind against her hot throbbing bottom-cheeks. She sobbed ecstatically as he slowly drew back, then thrust home within her. The walls of her rectal sheath clutched his prick ferociously, but not to repel him. With all her wakened and deeply latent passion, Barbara weaved and twisted herself, frantically striving to give him pleasure as he was giving her. And when at last she felt his bubbling hot drench spatter her tender, tight, quaking channel, she was shaken by an ungovernable, feverish spasm, the truest and most complete cum she had ever known.
She was no longer an orphaned stepdaughter. She was now her own woman, ready to give, to be fulfilled, and to take pleasure with its magical blend of voluptuous humiliation and pain, so long as it was of her own sweet choosing . . .
That was a year ago, and Barbara and Eddie are preparing to move to San Francisco and eventually be married. It was Barbara who lovingly persuaded the young war veteran-artist to earn a nest egg for them both in case his paintings would not bring him the living he had hoped for. Remembering how her stepfather had profited by taking pictures of her, she induced Eddie to invest in a camera and developing equipment. Using the timer, she posed for spanking pictures in the most provocative ways, over his lap, kneeling on a chair while he bent to her and used hairbrush or strap. Under the name of "Babs Warren," the series of photos were in great demand by dealers in Los Angeles and San Francisco, and many of them found their ways into best-selling erotic magazines.
The spankings weren't hard, and often Eddie used ingenious paint marks to simulate the strokes of brush or strap or paddle or hand. But after every photographic session, invariably, his loving, naked, tearful ecstatic teenaged model crept into his arms and whispered, "Now give me a real good licking, Eddie, for being so naughty and sinful! And then fuck me good and hard because you know how hot a good sound licking always makes your little girl!"
