Penny Roberts, our central character in this book, is far from unusual.
Raised in the farm belt of the mid-west, she has never ventured from the rural surroundings of the family acreage. She is the offspring of hardy middle-European peasant stock. The figure of absolute authority in her family is her stem father. As the patriarch, he is in charge of the family.
As our story unfolds, Penny is a bright child of sixteen. She is shamed and embarrassed at the constant spankings she receives at the hands of her father, and more and more aware of the perverse pleasure he derives from whipping her lush buttocks with his leather strap. And so, she takes the route of so many young girls from our country's rural areas and runs away from home.
But the years of discipline at her father's hands have left an indelible impression on the teen-ager's mind. She finds in herself a deeply ingrained need for physical punishment before she herself can attain sexual release.
At first she is shocked at this drive within her that draws her to men who remind her of the overbearing figure of her father. However, as many young people in our society, she learns to live with her problem, indeed to consider it not less than normal.
There are, of course, many people in our vast society who achieve sexual gratification through the inflicting or receiving of pain, and it is not difficult for the determined person to seek them out. For Penny, the road is a little harder than for most, for she is from a rural unsophisticated background, and must deal with many unfamiliar situations on the way to her sexual liberation, It is an interesting and exciting tale. To find out how Penny copes with the needs of her voluptuous young body, you need only turn the page.
CHAPTER ONE
Penny Roberts sat in the darkened comfort of her bedroom. She was huddled in warmth and security under the fluffy feather blanket that covered her bed.
The room was not large but was quite sufficient for her small collection of dolls and other toys. The solitary window by her bed looked out on the rolling fields of the Roberts farm, now covered by a blanket of smooth snow, marred here and there by the impressions of sled runners and the booted feet of the farm family.
Penny was sixteen years old. She'd been born and raised on this remote farm.
It was situated only seventy miles from Cleveland, but Penny had never seen the teeming streets of that metropolis. The furthest she had ever been was to the county seat of Lornville, a mere twenty miles away.
The Roberts family had farmed this land for three generations, ever since they had emigrated from Wales, where the Roberts men had eked out a slim living working in the English-owned coal mines. Her father, Patrick Roberts, was proud of the way he and his forebears had carved out a slice of the American pie for themselves. He was a stem patriarch, totally devoted to the land and to the proper upbringing of his daughter and his son. The son, Sean, was eighteen, and already pulled his weight around the farm, preparing for that distant day when the rich farmland would be his to cultivate.
Penny's life was complete, or at least as far as her father was concerned.
He had already begun to look around among the local farmers for an eligible husband for his growing daughter. He would, of course, make all the arrangements himself, particularly in the matter of a suitable dowry.
Penny sighed as she thought of the collection of ignorant louts and crude farmhands from which old Patrick would eventually make his selection. Penny was a strikingly beautiful girl, by far the best looking in the area. She had the fine Celtic cheekbones and fair complexion other warrior ancestors.
Her high firm breasts strained against the rude homespun shirts she wore when doing her chores around the farm. And her hips flared in intimation of passionate delights to be had by the man lucky enough to be chosen as her mate.
But she was not, unfortunately a virgin. Had her father been apprised of this fact, he would have flown into a fit of rage worse than any the Roberts family had ever seen. Particularly if he were to find out that the culprit who had stolen his little girl's maidenhood was none other than his pride and joy, his virile son Sean.
Penny sighed again under the covers as she thought of that day only two weeks before when she and Sean had worked alone together in the barn. Her hands moved down her body and in through the drawstring of her cotton pajamas as she recalled that first tender touch of a man's hand to her secret places. As her memory fired her desire, she began to lightly caress her pubic mound, lightly-downed, and insinuated a finger into the pubic cleft below it. She sighed once more and lost herself in reverie.
It had been late afternoon. Their father and mother had gone with the hired hand into town to pick up some supplies. Sean and Penny had been left with plenty of work to do, an idle hand being the devil's plaything. They'd been alone in the barn, doing some general straightening up. Penny had been working for some time when she noticed that Sean was looking at her funny when he thought her back was completely turned.
Curious, She had bent down at the waist to pick up a leather strap that had fallen to the floor. She had glanced over her shoulder and seen the look of fascination on Sean's face as he stared at her flaring buttocks through the taut material of her jeans. This was a new and unfamiliar behavior on the part of her brother. He had always treated her as just another member of the family. But she could see by the growing bulge in his jeans that that was definitely not the way he was thinking of her now.
Penny was no stranger to the mechanics of reproduction. She had, after all, grown up on a farm, where she had seen many animals mating. But now it was her own body that was starting to tingle, and she felt confused.
She straightened up and looked boldly into Sean's eyes.
"And what exactly are you staring at?" she demanded.
Sean was surprised. He hadn't thought that she could see him staring at her.
At eighteen Sean was already a man. He had been making trips into Lornville for over two years to visit the white frame house that made up the small city's red light district. But neither of the Miles sisters who made their living on their backs in the house was even remotely as beautiful as this sister of his.
He did not reply to her question, but stood transfixed by her radiance. The late afternoon sun shone through the golden tiara of hair that framed her delicate features. As he watched, she nervously ran her tongue out along her perfect red lips. His gaze wandered as the tense silence between them stretched into minutes. He lingered on her lovely tits, unfettered under her flannel shirt. He could just make out the little protuberances of her nipples, and wondered what they would look like, what it would be like to feel them pressed, erect, against the palm of his hand.
"Well, Sean," she finally said, stamping her foot impatiently. "I'm waiting for an answer."
Sean answered with a low groan of tortured passion as he crossed the few feet of dirty wood floor that separated them. He stood inches from his lovely sister and stared down into her eyes. She still stood, hands on hips, in a posture of curious defiance. But, as she looked into her brother's eyes, she felt a wave of apprehension mixed with sexual excitement sweep over her. If her mind didn't comprehend the situation, her body certainly did, and she made no struggle as Sean swept her into his arms and lowered his lips to hers.
Her first intimation that something new and peculiar was afoot came when she felt the moist tendril of Sean's tongue sweeping along the crease of her pursed lips. Suddenly, she realized that what they were doing was all wrong, and pushed against her brother's chest with all her might. He only clutched her closer to him.
"Sean," she breathed, "what are you doing? We must Stop this, right now, before it goes any further."
"Oh, Penny," the brawny young farmer whispered into her ear. "You're so beautiful. There's no one in the county who can compare to you. I just go nuts every time Pa talks about which of the yokels around here is going to have you for his bride. Please, Penny..."
His words trailed off as his hands wandered down her back and cupped the perfect globes of her ass cheeks. He kneaded the flesh, feeling it's firm pliancy, reveling in this first caress. His cock was straining at the fabric of his blue jeans, crying out for release.
Penny gasped as she felt herself lifted bodily from the floor. Her breath was forced from her as she was pressed tight to Sean's body and carried to a far comer of the barn. Here stood a pile of hay, feed for the horses. With an awkward attempt at tenderness, Sean dropped her on her back in the softness. He stood over her for a moment, undressing her in his mind. Then he began to remove his own clothing.
Penny was incapable of speech. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but her body was aflame with feelings she had never experienced before. She knew that she was incapable of stopping whatever was about to happen.
Sean took his time removing his shirt. He knew that he had a muscular and attractive body, and he postured gracefully for his sister, showing off his powerful torso, hardened by years of labor on the farm. He raised one leg and pulled off his boot, then repeated the maneuver with the other. Then his hands went to the waistband of his jeans.
Penny reddened as she saw Sean prepare to remove his last garment. She knew that once Sean's pants were off, there would be no stopping what was to come next. She watched curiously as his pants dropped in a heap to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood before her in only his boxer shorts. The shaft of his rigid cock had found its way out of the fly of the underwear, and she eyed it in mixed awe and apprehension. It was at least eight inches long, with a bulbous purple head almost the size of a golf ball. From her prone position, she could see a solitary drop of clear liquid glistening in the fading sunlight, poised over the slit...
Sean knelt at his sister's side. He reached down with trembling hands and began to unbutton her shirt. His prick throbbed painfully. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself by coming even before he had had an opportunity to explore his sister's body. The young farmer gasped at his first sight of Penny's perfect tits. They stood up like smooth hillocks from where they were pressed against her chest. The nipples were already erect from excitement, and stood up in their rosy glory like the tips of pencil erasers. With a low groan, he flattened his hands on the lovely breasts', breathing heavily as he achieved his first goal. The nipples were warm and hard against his palms. He pressed his fingers into the lush flesh that surrounded them. His entire body was possessed by wanton desire.
Penny closed her eyes arid sighed as Sean continued to stroke and caress her tits. No one had ever touched her there before, and it was ever so much nicer than the times that she had used her own hands in attempts to quiet the growing needs of her body. She moaned as one foreign hand remained on her left breast while its companion roamed over the gentle rise of her belly and began to play around at the waistband of her jeans. Then, as she realized what was about to happen, she sat bolt upright, forcing Sean's hands from her body.
"Sean! No! We mustn't! What if Pa..."
Sean gently pushed her back into the hay. He leaned down and quieted her with a tender kiss. This time her mouth opened under his and their tongues met in an age-old duel of passion.
"Hush, Penny," he breathed. "Pa won't be back for hours. We've got the whole place to ourselves to do whatever we want."
Penny relaxed at her brother's reassuring tone. His hands returned to their exploration of her body. In an instant, he had opened the waistband of her pants and slid down the zipper. His hand snaked in through the opening.
Sean's cock throbbed madly as he felt the downy curls of Penny's pubic patch for the first time. His hand was outside her cotton panties, but he could plainly feel the pouting fold of her pussy under her mount of Venus.
"OHhhhhh.., Sean, we shouldn't," she moaned. The teen-ager could feel moisture dripping from the interior of her pussy, lubricating the swelling outer lips. Her young clit was also swelling into erection, starting to peek out from the fold of her cunt lips.
Sean pushed his hands under his sister's clenched ass cheeks. He raised them from the mat of hay and slipped her pants and underpants off with one motion. Now he leaned back and feasted his eyes on his sister's full naked beauty. Her garments were still bunched around her ankles, so he bent down and removed her shoes and socks, then took the other clothing completely from her body.
His prick was on fire as he stood and dropped his undershorts. Penny took in breath as she saw for the first time the full length of his rod. She was enthralled. Her hand moved with a mind of its own and cupped the swinging sack of his balls, squeezing gently. Then her fingers moved up and trailed along the full length of the shaft, closing over the swollen head. Sean threw his head back and groaned. He was losing control of himself, and fought to keep from spouting his come all over Penny's curious hand. But it was too late. With a moan of disappointment, he felt his body wracked by spasm after spasm of lust as milky white jism spurted from his pulsing member all over Penny's fingers. It dripped down and gathered in a spreading pool on her creamy tits.
Penny watched in interest as the fruits of her brother's lust spewed forth over her body. When his shaking had ceased, she held her hand to her face and dipped her tongue curiously into a drop of come. It tasted salty and rich. She looked up at Sean's agonized face.
"Is that it?" she asked. Her passions were raging now, and she couldn't believe that it was all over before it had begun.
"Well, no," he replied. "I can do it again in a little while. Even sooner if..." He stood, shame-faced, his head down as he watched his magnificent erection fade away.
"If what?"
"I wouldn't ask you to do it, Penny..."
"Well, sometimes the girls in town... Sometimes they put it in their mouths.
That makes it hard again in no time." He stared at the floor, miserable in his embarrassment. He closed his eyes and cursed the day he had been born.
Then he gasped as he felt a delicious warmth enfold his now flaccid organ.
He opened his eyes and saw the nubile naked body of his sister kneeling in front of him. She had enveloped his entire prick with her mouth. Her lips were pursed around the base of the shaft as her tongue ran around it.
Instinctively, she began a light sucking action as one hand snaked up his powerful legs and began to play with his quivering balls.
Penny could feel a trembling in Sean's body as she placed her hot mouth around his cock. She continued to suck, and was rewarded in a matter of seconds by a slight stiffening in the organ. This continued until her mouth was being forced further and further down the shaft as it lengthened.
"OOOOHHHhhhhhh." Sean threw his head back and groaned with his mouth open.
The girls in the house in town might be more expert at giving head, but he had never been as excited as he was now, feeling the warmth of his beauteous sister's mouth around his expanding cock.
Penny now had her mouth pressed around only the pulsing head of Sean's prick, and perhaps an inch of the shaft. She moved her free hand up and began to stroke the length of throbbing meat that she could not fit in her mouth. The head was pressed up against the back of her throat, and she breathed hotly through her nose.
Sean suddenly stepped back, jerking his cock from Penny's mouth with a wet popping sound. He didn't want to come in his sister's mouth. He dropped to his knees facing her and leaned forward to kiss her passionately. This time, it was her tongue that darted out to meet his. They exchanged saliva as Sean's hands moved forward and began to stroke the upturned mounds of her tits. He held the throbbing nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them burn with passion. His fingers slid through a drying puddle of come from his first ejaculation, and he spread it all over her breasts reveling in the lubrication of the pliant flesh.
Penny fell backward in the hay. Her legs were wide apart, affording Sean a perfect view of her cunt. He leaned forward and studied it. The plump outer lips were swollen and moist with her juices. He could see the sopping inner labia peeking out from between them. He reached out one finger and touched the tip of her pulsing clit where it peeked out through the lips. She groaned and writhed about at the touch of his finger, moving her pussy lasciviously before him.
He couldn't wait any longer. He moved forward to kneel between her legs.
Then he leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"This might hurt. Penny," he said.
"I don't care... I want it... Now..."
He guided his rampant cock to the entrance of her womanhood. He thrilled at the first contact, between his cock's swollen head and the hot lips of her cunt. Then he lunged forward. There was a momentary resistance as he came up against the stretched skin of her hymen. He almost withdrew as he heard his sister emit a blood-curdling shriek of agony. But he continued with his thrust until his entire cock was buried in her body.
Then he stopped for a moment. They remained perfectly still. Sean had reached under Penny's firm ass cheeks, lifting them so that her cunt was directly in front of his cock as he knelt between her creamy thighs. He looked down and saw rivulets of blood flowing from her pussy, and he felt guilty. Then, amazingly, Penny began to buck her hips against his, urging him to begin his humping.
Penny was eager to get on with it. The pain as her maidenhead had been ruptured had been intense, but all she could feel now was a dull ache in her vagina. More overpowering was the burning need in her pussy for the rhythmic strokes of Sean's cock.
Sean began to move slowly in and out of her pussy. He extended his legs behind him, lowering her buttocks, until he lay on top of her, gyrating his hips as he thrust in and out of her body. He was lost in a paradise of fleshly pleasure.
His cock was gripped tightly in her virgin pussy. He withdrew it with each stroke so that the head almost slipped from between the stretched lips, then slid it all the way back in reveling in the heat of her womanhood.
Penny could feel hot waves of enjoyment weeping over her lush frame. She moaned as Sean moved his hands up and began to knead her tender tits with his rough farmer's hands. The nipples were fully distended, crying out for any kind of release. She bucked her hips against his impatiently, and sighed in satisfaction as he responded by quickening the pace of his humping.
Sean could feel the churning in his balls which presaged his orgasm. His fucking became wilder and faster as his jism struggled and begged for release. In spite of the coolness of the barn, they were both sweating profusely and their torsos slid over one another as they moved in wanton abandon "AAAAHHHHhhhhhh," Penny moaned as she felt electric currents of ecstasy run up and down her spine, making a circuit between her burning pussy and her lust-befogged mind.
"Oh, Penny..," he gasped. "I'm coming!"
"Me too," she replied, breathing hotly through her mouth and nose. Her breath came in quick snorts, almost like sneezes as her body was completely caught up in its first satisfying orgasm. She could feel love juices dripping from her cunt, mixing with the coagulating blood from her cherry.
Then Sean was coming, making little noises in his throat as he spewed forth spurt after spurt of hot come into the recesses of her body. .
When it was all over, the two siblings lay in contented exhaustion in the hay. They held one another tightly, lost in the drifting euphoria of sexual satiation.
"Ohhh.." Penny sighed. "Sean, that was wonderful."
"I know," he replied. "I've wanted to do that for the last two years. I can't stand the idea of you being married to one of the bumpkins from around here."
"Well, maybe he won't be able to get a big enough dowry for me and I'll just stay here on the farm and become an old spinster."
"Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how much some of these guys around here have already offered for you? Pa is just holding out for the best Offer."
At the mention of their father, the two youngsters had suddenly started guiltily. Their parents would soon be back from town, and the punishment which would follow if the chores were not complete would be dire indeed.
As they had stood and begun pulling on their clothing, the two teenagers had inspected each other's bodies curiously. Then they had dressed and started to finish up the work they had been assigned.
Now, two weeks later. Penny lay in her bed remembering that wonderful afternoon. They had not had the opportunity to repeat their coupling since.
Penny's hand was between her thighs now, and she had extended one finger into the hot chasm of her cunt. Her juices were flowing as she dwelt on every detail of that exciting afternoon encounter. She had become more and more frustrated in the, last two weeks: She had had & taste of sexual ecstasy, and she wanted more. Her hands began to pump rhythmically at her body. One was on her chest, fondling her perfect tits in time to its mate which was wildly frigging away at her sopping twat. She closed her eyes, threw her head back on the pillow, and moaned as she felt the heat of her self-induced orgasm sweep over her.
She was so absorbed in her masturbation that she did not hear the door to her bedroom open. Nor did she notice the light streaming in from the hall, outlining the tall figure of her father.
Patrick Roberts stood in the doorway of his daughter's room and watched her in amazement as she writhed about on her bed. Even though she was covered by the feather mattress, it did not require any great imagination to see what she was doing.
Patrick Roberts had been raised by the strict moral code of his Celtic forebears. They had been stem men. If they had been as susceptible to the pleasures of the flesh as other men, at least they had not succumbed as easily. To them, women were chattel, property to be disposed of as their masters saw fit. Women in this world did not exist as sexual beings, merely as domestic servants and vessels for the production of future generations of hard working men.
As he watched his daughter bringing herself to climax, Patrick felt a hardening in his cock. It bulged painfully against his overalls. His reaction was one of shame and embarrassment. He had noticed this sinful preoccupation with his daughter's lush body growing in the last few years.
Each time he had been forced to punish her with a bare-bottomed spanking for some childish transgression, had had also been constrained to punish himself for the erection he invariably achieved as he brought his strap down on her delightful upturned ass cheeks. His usual punishment for himself was to refrain from relations with his wife for a certain period, determined by how excited he felt he had become at his daughter's nakedness. Rosalie, his long-suffering wife, never knew the cause of these respites. But she welcomed them. Patrick was not a tender man, and his wife had never, in twenty-two years of marriage, achieved any kind of satisfaction from his nightly bouts of lust. Now, in the last two years, these visitations to her bed had become more and more infrequent. It never occurred to her to link this phenomenon with the regular beatings her husband administered to Penny.
She assumed that her husband was losing his virility, and she was glad of it.
Penny felt the warmth as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She sighed again and again as her fingers worked in her twitching pussy. Finally, she lay back against the pillow, satisfied for the moment. It was then that she noticed the glare of light against her eyelids. She opened her eyes and was staring in horror straight at her father in the doorway.
"Harlot!" her father screamed as he advanced. "Spawn of Satan!" He stood now by the bed, glaring down at Penny maniacally. But he did not strike her then. It would rouse the house, and everyone would see the evidence of his shameful desire.
Penny could certainly see the bulge in her father's overalls. It frightened her. She cowered under the patriarch's stern gaze. Her mind was racing, but she could find no way out of the trouble that her natural desires had brought her. She waited for her father to speak again.
"Penny," he finally said after he had gotten his emotions under some kind of control. "Of all the sins which can be committed by a young lady, you have committed the most grievous, and the most disgusting in the eyes of God. I am going to have to punish you severely for this. I want you to go out to the woodshed right now. You will spend the balance of the night, there.
Meanwhile, I shall pray to the Lord for divine guidance as I decide how to punish this transgression against His Word."
Without another word, Patrick Roberts stumbled from the room and closed the door behind him. The frightened teen-ager turned on her bedside lamp and began to dress. It would be cold in the woodshed, so she put on her warmest clothes. Then she crept out of her house and walked into the rude wooden structure that stood behind it. Closing the door, she sat with her back against the wall and tried to sleep. But it was impossible, and she spent the remaining hours until dawn wide awake, pondering her fate.
CHAPTER TWO
The dawn found Patrick Roberts a very troubled man. He had spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning as he considered what he should do about his daughter. That she must be punished there was no doubt. It was his own punishment for his lustful thoughts that troubled him more. Once, during the night, had had almost succumbed to temptation and crossed the room to climb into his wife's bed. But he knew that if he did so, he would in reality be fucking his own daughter, so he restrained himself.
Now, as the first rays of the day's light flooded the Roberts' bedroom, Patrick dragged his weary body from his mattress and began to dress. His wife's bed was already vacant. She had to get up a good hour before dawn to get breakfast ready for the family and the hired hand. He could hear the clatter of pots, pans and dishes from the kitchen as he stood at the top of the stairs, hitching up his overalls. His son, Sean, came up behind him.
Patrick turned and smiled down at the boy. He was proud of Sean. The boy was strong, and loved farming. The father knew of his son's Visits to the brothel in town, but indulged the boy. Every man had to sew a few wild oats in his youth. Sean would settle down. He, Patrick Roberts, would find his son a suitable bride. And one day, he would have the honor of passing on the farm to yet another Roberts generation. He raised his arm and clapped his hand on Sean's shoulder.
"Good morning, son," he said affectionately. "Going out to milk the cows?"
"After breakfast. Pa. Say, do you know where Penny is? She's not in her room, and Ma says she hasn't seen her all morning."
Patrick's heart was heavy as he was reminded of the burden of the morning.
He looked at his son mournfully.
"Son," he finally replied, "your sister is out in the woodshed, waiting for me. I went into her room last night to make sure she'd put out the lights.
She was in the midst of... She was polluting herself." The proud Celt lowered his eyes at the shameful statement.
Sean looked at his father in horror. He himself bad been caught polluting himself by the patriarch some five years before. He could still remember the severity of his punishment, and he unconsciously rubbed his muscular buttocks through the material of his jeans. He feared for his sister, that lovely creature who had brought him as close to heaven as he ever expected to get.
"Why don't you go easy on her. Pa," he said. Then he covered his mouth with his hand. It was the first time he had ever defied his father, even to this small degree.
The older man reacted instinctively. He raised one massive paw and backhanded his son across the cheek. The boy reeled, almost falling down the stairs behind him as he lost his balance momentarily. '
"You should know better by now than to talk back to me boy!" Patrick Roberts voice was thunderous. Perhaps, had Sean said nothing, Patrick's feelings of guilt at his reactions to his daughter's body would have muted the punishment he had planned for her.
But now he had been, challenged in his authority as absolute head of the, house. In trying to get his sister some sort of reprieve, Sean had succeeded only in ensuring that she would receive the most severe punishment of her young life.
Patrick Roberts walked pridefully down the stairs. His chastened son followed, rubbing his cheeks, which had already begun to swell and redden from the blow.
Penny was sore and tired from her sleepless hours sitting on the floor of the woodshed. She looked up almost gratefully as the door opened and her father stepped in. At least when this was over she could get some sleep.
After she'd done. all her chores, of course, she reminded herself Patrick stood tall and proud looking down at his daughter. He had had a hearty breakfast. The sight of his son across from him had strengthened him.
Regardless of the shameful reactions of his own body, he owed it to his children and to his ancestors to see that his family walked in the paths of righteousness. If the price of a moral and upright family was his own soul, it was a small one to pay.
Now he stood, legs spread, towering above Penny. She was dressed for cold weather, but was shivering from the still frigidity of the woodshed.
"Daughter," he thundered, "take off that coat!"
She stood and removed her parka. Underneath, she was wearing a man's checked flannel lumberjack's shirt and a tight pair of jeans.
"Well, young lady, have you anything to say for yourself?" .
"No, Pa," she mumbled. She knew from painful experience that It was far worse to make excuses to her father than to take the full brunt of his wrath.
"Then prepare yourself."
She knew what that meant. Shyly, she began to unbutton her jeans. She pulled down the fly and let them drop to her ankles. They were followed by her panties. Now she stood naked in front of her father. She held one hand over her pubic bush modestly.
"And the shirt as well!" Patrick was barely in control of himself. He was overwhelmed by a combination of righteous wrath and shameful sexual excitement. Originally, he had intended to make Penny strip completely as a way of further debasing her, to show her the low nature of her crime. But, as she unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it from her shoulders, he saw the creamy perfection of her upturned breasts, crowned by the rose-pink nipples.
He felt a painful erection growing in his crotch. He turned his back on the girl so that she would not see it. Crossing the room, he picked up a broad leather strap, such as barbers use to hone razors, and hefted it in his hand.
"Assume the position," he said over his shoulder.
Penny automatically walked to a. wooden sawhorse that stood in a corner. She bent over it. Her beautiful buttocks stuck up in the air. Her tits dangled from her chest as she bent, her hands grasping the cross-bar.
Patrick groaned to himself as he saw his daughter's upturned rump. She was such a beautiful child. Her legs were closed, but he could see a stray tuft of her golden pubic hair sticking out from between the bottoms of her clenched buttocks. As he approached, he could see her tits hanging, swaying lightly in space. The rosy nipples were erect from the cold and her fear.
The Celtic patriarch felt as though his cock was about to explode as he feasted his eyes on his own daughter's naked beauty.
Finally, he stood behind her. The leather strap dangled from his hand. With an odd sense of loss, he raised it high over his head and brought it singing down against the firm globes of Penny's ass cheeks* The old man winced at the loud noise of leather slapping against flesh. He drew his hand back again and saw the red welt that marked his target. Penny was shaking in pain and fear, and her buttocks quivered with her low sobbing. But she was strong, Patrick had seen to that, and resisted any outcry.
WHACK! The leather flew through the air again, landing with unerring accuracy on the creamy globes of Penny's rear. This time she gave a little whimper as the strap hit the same spot as on the first stroke. Her ass was burning in pain as her cheeks burnt with humiliation at the beating she was receiving.
Patrick kept up a steady rain of blows to his daughter's buttocks. Each time he brought his arm back, he could feel the material of his undershorts rubbing against the swollen head of his cock. This stimulation drove him on.
As he raised the strap for the fifth or sixth time, his free hand crept to the bulge in his crotch, beyond his control. He began to massage his throbbing prick in time to the beating.
WHACK! The strap continued to rise and fall. She was being beaten in time to her father's self-stimulation.
Penny could hear her father's heavy breathing behind her, and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were almost dosed from the pain, but she could make oat his moves, his hand working furiously at the erection in his overalls. She turned back to look at the flap with a moan of dismay. She had seen her father's erections during previous beatings, but never before had he blatantly frigged himself as he swung the strap.
The rhythm of his flogging increased as Patrick Roberts came closer and closer to his climax. His mind was a confused maelstrom of mixed lust and shame. His hand moved frantically, stroking his pulsing organ as his other arm rose and fell, directing the strap to Penny's straining ass.
Penny was in extreme pain. Never before had her father beaten her so long nor so hard. Her ass was on fire as the pace of the whipping increased to a maddening crescendo as Patrick Roberts shot his load of sticky come into his undershorts.
Penny did not move as the flogging stopped. Then she turned as she heard tortured sobs from behind her. Her father had dropped the strap into the dust of the floor. His muscular frame was wracked with sobs as he stood behind her, tears streaming down his face.
Patrick was coming apart at the seams. He could feel the hot stickiness of his jism dripping down his thigh. It burnt like the fires of hell. As his daughter watched in horror, he dropped to his knees, behind her and began to kiss her tortured buttocks. They became wet from tears and saliva as he ran his tongue around on the welts. She stood up in shock as his tongue slipped between her buttocks and lapped against the puckering node of her asshole.
The older man just held on to her hips with both hands and continued to weep piteously.
"Oh, Penny," he blubbered, "forgive me. I am unworthy. I am the lowest of the low. To harbor such thoughts about my own daughter. Oh, surely I am condemned to eternal hellfire and perdition!"
Penny found herself in the odd position of kneeling naked on the floor next to her father, stroking his cheeks and cooing soothingly to him as he babbled out his shame and horror at his own base nature.
"There, there, Pa," she said. "It's not the end of the world. But I'm a big girt now. Maybe you shouldn't be giving me beatings on the bare behind any more. Don't worry, now." She continued to stroke his head, feeling the wetness of his tears on her hands.
Patrick Roberts opened his eyes-tearfully. Then he opened them all the way.
Only inches from his face he could see the plump lips of his daughter's cunt. She was squatting, and the lips were parted. He could see the moist pinkness of the interior of her vagina. He felt a new tingling in his groin as he stared at Penny's nether mouth. With a cry of horror and revulsion, he jumped to his feet and ran from the woodshed, leaving the door open.
Penny sat on the dirty floor, shivering in the cold breeze that came in through the woodshed door. She could see her father running as though berserk through the snow-covered field adjacent to the farmhouse.
Slowly, she got to her feet. Her buttocks were still on fire from the beating she had received, but strangely, she felt sorrier for her father than for herself. He was basically a good man, but he was attempting to live up to the moral codes of another time and another place.
She winced as she pulled up her panties. There, was great pain as the cotton molded itself to the red, tortured contours of her ass. Then she struggled into her jeans and shirt. She stumbled from the woodshed. Every step brought new agony. Painfully, she made her way across the yard and in the back door.
She sat down gingerly in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Her mother was no longer in the room, but Sean was still sitting over his third cup of coffee. He had been listening for the sounds of Penny's punishment, and had wondered what had caused his father's agonized shriek. Now he watched as his sister sat down in obvious pain on the hard wood chair.
"Penny! What did he do to you?"
"Oh, Sean," she mumbled. "It was terrible! He was like a madman. I really don't want to talk about it." She winced as she shifted position on the chair. The pain of sitting was almost too much for her to bear.
"Listen, Sis," Sean said. "Ma went out to feed those wild ducks. She won't be back for a long time. And I doubt that the old man will be coming back for quite a while. Why don't we go upstairs and I'll rub some liniment on your bruises."
Penny looked up at her brother. She could see the light of sincerity in his eyes, and his desire to help her was obvious in his voice. As she stared at him, the memory of their afternoon together in the barn came flooding over her and she felt a tingling of warmth in her pussy. She clenched her thighs, pressing the outer lips of her cunt together, then groaned as the movement brought fresh pain to her tortured rear.
"All right, Sean," she finally said. "I just hope we aren't caught."
"I already thought of that," Sean said. "After Pa went out this morning, I pinched the key to my room from his dresser. If he does come back, we can say we were hiding from him because you're afraid. He might get mad, but not as mad as if he saw me rubbing you down with liniment."
Penny looked at her brother with a new respect. No one in the house was allowed to have keys for any of the rooms. It had taken rare bravado for Sean to steal one right from their parents' bedroom.
Penny smiled to herself as she stiffly rose and walked toward the stairs to the bedrooms. A plan was forming in her mind.
CHAPTER THREE
There was a conspiratorial hush between Penny and her brother as he shut his bedroom door behind them and bent to lock it. The lock, rusty from long disuse, creaked as the key turned, but it worked. For possibly the first time in their young lives. Penny and Sean Roberts shared some privacy.
Patrick could only get in by breaking down the door.
Sean smiled at his sister as he crossed the room and picked up a jar of liniment from the dresser.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and stretch out on your stomach," he suggested.
Penny stood and unbuttoned her pants. They dropped to the floor and were joined by her panties. She stepped out of her shoes and away from the heap of clothing to lie face-down on the bed. It was the twin of her own, and she sank her face gratefully into the overstuffed pillow.
Sean was horrified as he looked down at his sister's plump buttocks. They were covered with the ugly red welts their father had raised with his vicious strap. Tenderly, he extended one finger and pressed against the bruised flesh. Penny cried out in pain, and he winced in sympathy.
Sean could feel his cock throbbing in his pants as he looked at his sister's naked beauty, but his sympathy with her suffering was stronger than his lust. He tipped the jar of liniment and filled his palm with it. Then he sat next to Penny on the bed and began to rub the soothing liquid into her burning buttocks.
Penny sighed as she felt the first touch of her brother's liniment-covered hands to her ass. The liquid felt like ice against her abused buttocks, and, she pushed up, filling his palms with her firm globes as relief spread over the surface of her behind.
"Oh, Sean," she murmured. "That feels so good."
Sean continued to work the liniment into the reddened flesh beneath his palms. He could see that Penny was relaxing under his soothing touch, and it gratified him. It also brought his mind back to the pulsing rod in his jeans.
He poured some more liniment on his hands and began to extend his massage.
While one hand remained on Penny's buttocks, the other began to roam caressingly up and down her back, running along her spinal cord. She sighed and arched her back in welcome of his touch.
Penny relaxed. She almost dozed under the tender caresses of her brother's hands. She felt the tense skein of muscles that stretches around the rib cage. Never had she felt so at peace with the world. The cruel welts on her buttocks, were almost forgotten as she enjoyed Sean's tender caresses on the creamy globes. Her entire backside was covered with the lubricating liniment, and Sean's fingers slid around in it. They dipped into the downy crack between her buttocks. She moaned as his fingertips brushed against the delicate bump of her asshole. It was entirely different from the sensation when her father had touched that sensitive flesh with his tongue earlier.
Now it was good; she could feel waves of tingling sensation sweep over her body from between her buttocks. Until now, they had been clenched tightly together, but at the touch of her brother's finger to her anus, her ass cheeks relaxed along with the rest of her body.
Sean removed his hand from Penny's back as he continued to run his fingers up and down the crack of her ass. His free hand flew to his belt. Without removing his hand from Penny's posterior, he unbuckled his belt and half-rose from the bed to pull his jeans and undershorts down under his buttocks. He had not yet donned his boots for the day's work, so his clothing fell to the wood floor. Now they were both naked from the waist down. Sean leaned over and put his mouth to Penny's ear.
"I'm going to sit on your legs. Penny," he whispered, "and give you a real massage."
He got up on the bed and sat down on the backs of his sister's creamy thighs.
Penny was startled for a second as she felt the full weight of her brother's body on her thighs. She could feel the fine hairs on his firm muscular buttocks tickling the sensitive flesh on which they sat. Then she forgot about them as she felt the rigid pole of his erection resting in the crack between her, buttocks. He leaned forward and began to massage her shoulders.
The motion pressed his cock right down between her cheeks. She could feel every rock-hard inch of him, could feel the pulsations passing through his cock. Suddenly, she wanted his cock inside her more than she had ever wanted anything in the world.
"Oh, Sean," she moaned.
Sean could feel the shudders of rising passion sweeping through Penny's body. He was more than ready to satisfy any little desire his sister might have. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He closed his eyes as he continued to stroke her neck and shoulders, making great sweeps with his splayed fingers over the surface of her back, kneading the tense muscles, feeling them relax.
"Oh, Sean," she moaned. "Please don't stop."
He didn't. But his hands slowly worked their way back down her back until they reached the gentle rise of her ass cheeks. They continued down as his fingers once again crept into the delightful crack of her ass. Two fingers met above her asshole, brushing against the tight muscle. Then one solitary fingertip was pressing at the sphincter. Sean sighed as he felt Penny relax it. His finger slipped into the dark warmth of her rectum, *He wriggled the finger around in it, feeling the tight asshole clenched around the joint.
Then he shifted his hand so that the thumb trailed down between her thighs and ran along the moist furrow of her pussy.
Penny wriggled about on the bed. It was too much! Never had she felt so excited, not even the time before in the barn. The pain of her brutal whipping was forgotten as she felt her asshole and cunt stimulated at the same time. She could feel the pressure of Sean's hand as it pressed down between her buns, but she didn't feel any of the burning pain of a few moments before. Instead she felt a mounting fire in her cunt that threatened to consume her as her brother continued to move his finger in her rectum and run his thumb along the pouting outer lips of her pussy.
"OOOHHhhhhh...," she sighed, "Sean... Please fuck me!"
Sean was shocked at this language from his little sister. Never before had he heard such words uttered in his father's house. But then he grinned lewdly. How could he act the proper moralist when he was about to dip his wick in the sweet honeypot of his own sister?
Sean reached his hands down under Penny's hips. She groaned in disappointment as his hand was withdrawn from her cunt and asshole. Then she felt herself being lifted on the bed until she was on her knees, her ass high in the air. She raised her torso up so it rested on her elbows. Her chin was cradled in her hands, the fingers laced together.
Sean looked gloatingly at the upraised buttocks and exposed pussy of his sister. She was truly gorgeous. He could see her pubic mound, covered by its light coating of downy blonde hair, facing downward as she rested on her knees and elbows on the bed. He got to his knees behind her. Her pussy was open to him, the outer lips spread apart in her inviting position.
Penny waited impatiently for what was to come. Then she gasped as she felt the warm head of Sean's cock pressed to her moist slit. She was all ready.
She could feel the warm drops of pussy juice oozing out of her cunt to lubricate the outer lips. Her tender young clit burned as it rose erect and peeped out from below her mons veneris. Then Sean plunged home. She opened her mouth and let out a mighty yelp of pain as she felt his abdomen slap against her red ass cheeks. The burning in her buttocks came back again for a moment, then was doused by the warm sensuous feel of his cock as it slid easily into her cunt.
Sean moaned. She was tight. Not as tight as before, when he had ruptured her hymen, but with the tightness of an unused cunt, one that had never before, except for the afternoon in the bam, felt a man's cock coursing through it.
It gripped his cock like a metal vise. He was in heaven as the bulbous head slid up to the entrance to her womb. He stopped for a moment, reveling in the fantastic heat of her womanhood. Then he began his regular in and out motions. His balls slapped against the backs of her thighs as he drove his member in and out of her body with an ever-mounting rhythm.
Penny could feel her tits hanging heavily from her chest, swaying back and forth as she moved in response to Sean's powerful thrusts.
"AAAHHhhhhhh," she moaned as She felt her nipples burning up. She knew they would be standing totally erect, pointing down at the sheets like missile warheads. She bucked back against her brother's torso, urging him to even greater speed as he rammed his rigid organ in and out of her sopping snatch.
He could feel the churning begin in his balls as he leaned his body over his sister's oily back.
Penny cried out as she felt Sean bend over her back. The heat of his abdomen against the welts on her ass was painful in the extreme. Then he reached his hands around her body and placed his palms over her tortured nipples. He pressed his hands upward, driving the erect breast tips into his hands. They seemed to burn his palms in their shared passion.
"Oh, Sean," she breathed, "I'm going to come soon."
He knew that they would Come together, felt it in his soul. He was filled with love for his beautiful sister. At that moment he would have stood up to ten fathers to save his sister/lover from any more degradation.
They rocked back and forth madly, each seeking to send the other to the heights of sexual ecstasy. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic panting of the fucking siblings.
Penny began to contract and relax the muscles of her pussy, trapping Sean's cock in her cunt for an instant, then releasing him. The boy gasped at this unfamiliar pressure. It had never occurred to him that women have muscles down there, and now he was experiencing that delicious sensation of having one's cock clamped between those two pieces of hot, pulsing meat for which so many men have died. He continued to knead her pendulous tits with both hands as his cock swept in and out of her cunt. He was almost there, and began to hump against her ass cheeks wildly. His balls Swung rhythmically against her thighs as spasms of agonizing pleasure ran up the shaft of his cock. He almost blacked out as he shot a tremendous load of hot jism into the recesses of Penny's body. He was so wrapped up in his own gratification that he did not see Penny throw her head back convulsively, was blind to the way her veins stood out in stark relief from her straining neck. His mind did not register the shriek of delight she let out as her own orgasm consumed her vitals. She felt wave after wave of crippling heat sweep over her body. Her eyes were closed and it seemed as though every color of the rainbow flashed across her eyelids.
The two teen-agers slumped forward on the bed. Sean lay panting atop his sister. His hands were still under her shirt, ground against the bed sheet by her heaving tits.
Penny could feel the shirt glued to her back where Sean had rubbed her down with the liniment. The weight of her brother's body on her was oppressive, but she lacked the energy or the will to ask him to move. The two lovers lay unmoving for quite some time, breathing heavily. Sean's cock was still in Penny's pussy. After a short while, it softened and slipped out to lie between her thighs. She felt the slimy mixture of pussy juice and sperm dripping out of her cunt and under her to mat in her pubic bush. Never had she felt so exhausted. Never had she felt so exalted.
After a while, Penny nudged Sean in the ribs with her elbow. He awoke from his dazed trance and mumbled incoherently.
"Come on, doofus," she said, "move over. I've got something I want to talk to you about."
Groaning at the effort, Sean rolled off his sister's body and lay beside her, breathing heavily. He pulled his hands from her tits and crossed them on his chest as he closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep.
"Hey Sean," Penny protested, digging her elbow into his ribs again. "Don't go to sleep. I want to talk to you."
"Huh? 'Whazzat?" His voice was blurry with sleep as he turned his half-open eyes to hers.
"Listen to me carefully. I've decided that I am never going to take another beating from Pa again. I'm going to run away to Cleveland!"
Sean sat bolt upright. He stared at his sister in amazement. "What" he said.
"Run away to Cleveland? How will you get there? You have no money and neither do I. What will you do there? You don't know anybody in Cleveland.
You don't know how to do anything but work on a farm. You'll be back here in a week."
"That's where you come in," Penny rejoined. "You go in every week with Pa to get supplies, right?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"So you know where Pa keeps his bankroll is what. And you're going to steal it for me.
Sean was wide awake now. "Are you nuts?" he cried. "Steal Pa's money! Why, he'd kill me!"
"No he wouldn't. After this morning I have a hunch he might just be pretty glad to get rid of me. Oh, he might get mad at you for a while. But you're all he's got. You're the only Roberts to take over the farm when he's gone.
Besides, you don't have much choice."
"And why not?"
Penny held her breath. She hated to use blackmail against the brother she loved so much, but she just had to get off the farm.
"Because if you don't do it for me, I'll tell Pa you raped me in the barn two weeks ago."
Sean was horrified. He looked at his sister in shock and fear. If she told Pa that, then he really would kill his only son. It would be the only way out for the bible-quoting farmer. But would Penny do it? He looked into her eyes. He saw great determination there. She would get to Cleveland no matter what. He knew that. He sighed in despair.
"I knew you'd do it. Oh, I love you, Sean!"
Penny hugged her brother. She could feel his flaccid penis rub against her leg as she did so. But the time for that would be later.
"Now here's how you do it," she whispered conspiratorially. "You saw how easy it was to steal the key to this room. Pa don't believe any of us would have the nerve to go against him. So, tonight you just go to where he keeps the money... By the way, where does he keep it?"
"In an iron box behind the living room fireplace," Sean muttered in misery.
"Good. All right, you go down there tonight and take the money. While you do that I'll go out and warm up the pickup, the one that's always got the keys in it, and bring it around the front of the house. You bring the money out and run me into Lornville. I'll get on a bus for Cleveland and you bring the truck back to the house. Now, what could be easier than that?"
"That's easy for you to say. You'll be on the bus to Cleveland. I'll still be here with the old man."
"Oh, it won't be too bad. And, if it is, I'll send for you after I get a job in the city." Penny's voice was low as she reached out and encircled his quiescent prick with her fingers.
Sean sighed as he felt Penny's probing hand. If he hadn't popped her cherry himself two weeks before, he would have sworn she was an experienced seductress. She was using him like putty in her hands. And he was loving it.
Penny moved her body down the length of his body until her mouth was only inches from Sean's prick. It was beginning to stiffen as she kneaded it with her fingers. She squeezed the head and watched it begin to take on color as it became engorged with blood.
"Oh, Penny," Sean moaned. "How can I go on if you leave."
"Oh," she replied, "you'll still have the Miles sisters to keep you happy."
"Hey," he replied. "You're not supposed to know about that."
Any reply she might have made was stifled as she moved her mouth forward and engulfed the length of his cock in the oven of her mouth. Sean dropped his head to the pillow and groaned from the depths of his throat and his soul as he felt the delightful suction start to take over his body. His entire being was concentrated in the shaft of his cock as it got harder and harder, longer and longer.
Penny sucked at Sean's prick until it reached its full erection. This was only the second time she had ever had a cock in her mouth, but she instinctively knew what to do with her tongue and lips to drive a man mad.
Her tongue played around the bulbous head, passing along the thick cord of nerves that runs along the bottom, sending incredible thrilling sensations throughout Sean's body. Her lips were pursed tightly around the shaft as she moved her head back and forth, her lips sliding over the shaft, moistening and warming it as it thrust in and out of her mouth.
Sean took in breath as he felt Penny's delicate hand move to the base of, his pulsing cock. Her fingers closed around the shaft and began to frig gently up and down in time to the rhythmic sucking of her pursed lips. Her other hand moved up between his thighs and caressed his balls as they lay against his body.
She let the cock slip from her mouth entirely, hearing his groan of disappointed lust.
Then he gasped again as her mouth traveled all around his prick, licking and kissing every inch of throbbing flesh before sliding up the underside and once more engulfing the head. She repeated this maneuver several times, reveling in the salty flavor of his cock, tasting the little drops of slick liquid that were oozing out of the slit as his passion rose and his hips began to buck back and forth, forcing his cock as far into her mouth as it would go.
"MMMMFFFF! MMMMFFF!" Penny's surprised protests were muffled by the hard gristle of Sean's cock buried in her throat. She had difficulty breathing as the surging organ thrust over and over again into her throat. Then she thought she would drown as spurt after spurt of rich white come shot from the slit of Sean's cock into her throat. She choked and tried hard to swallow it all, savoring the rich salty taste. But it was impossible. She breathed through her nose. Some of the come was drawn up into her nostrils and dripped out over her upper lip and back onto Sean's pulsing shaft. Her mouth was still closed tight around the cock, and some of the come oozed out the comers and down her chin to drip onto the sheet beneath them.
Spent, Sean lay back and ceased his thrusting. Penny's head was buried in his groin, her mouth still on his cock. It started to soften and eventually slipped from her lips and lay quiet against his thighs.
"Wow, Penny," he breathed. "That was really super. I've never felt anything like that before."
"Now will you take the money for me?" she asked.
"Now I'd do anything for you," was the reply. He leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, oblivious to the drops of his come which still covered them. His hands wandered down and patted her still-sore buttocks lovingly.
Surely he had the finest sister the world had ever seen!
As they were dressing, the two heard the stentorian voice of their father shouting from downstairs.
"Sean! Sean! Where the devil are you? We've got a lot of work to do today."
From the sound of his voice, Penny could tell that he had recovered from his morning attack of remorse. She would have to get off this farm before she was driven crazy!
Sean turned, fully dressed, and embraced his sister. "I've got to go to work now," he said. "I'll put the key back on my way downstairs so he won't know I took it. I'll tell him you're resting in your room, that you're really in bad shape. That way he won't bother you with the chores. And tonight we'll get you on the bus to Cleveland!"
Penny Roberts' sat on the edge of her brother's bed and dreamed of life in the big city. She heard Sean replying to their father's repeated exhortations.
"Be down in a minute, Pa. Just had to go to the bathroom."
Then she heard the sound of Sean descending the stairway to the living room.
After that there was only the sound of silence in the rambling farmhouse.
Penny put her head back on Sean's bed and slept.
CHAPTER FOUR
Penny Roberts sat on the bus to Cleveland in high spirits. Her plan had gone off without a hitch. She smiled as she recalled how nervous Sean had been when they had huddled together in her room after their parents had retired.
All day as they had worked together with the farm animals, Patrick Roberts had not exchanged a word of normal conversation with his son. When he had spoken, it had been in monosyllabic comments having to do with their work.
Sean said he had had a really funny look in his eyes, as though he were just going through the motions. Had he been a little more perceptive, Sean would have recognized his father's intense feelings of self-disgust. He was uncertain of himself for the first time in his life. Given his many years of patriarchal rule over his land and family, any competent physician would have been able to predict an eventual breakdown.
Dinner that night had been a joyless affair. Rosalie Roberts served dinner in silence, as she always did. It was the hired hand's night off, and he had gone into town to get laid, so they were spared his usual mindless banter.
But this was perhaps the one night when they could have used it. For the air of tension around the table was electric. Patrick stared at his food, avoiding any chance to, meet his daughter's eyes. Sean was scared stiff, not at all looking forward to the deed he had promised his sister he would perform. Only Penny had any life at the table. As she ate silently, there was a twinkle in her eye as her mind was filled with visions of the life she would lead in Cleveland.
Finally, the dreary meal had ended. The old man Had gotten up from the table as though he had aged twenty years in a day. And, in a way, he had. He'd announced to no one and everyone that he was turning in early and was not to be disturbed. Rosalie quietly began to pick up the dishes from the table and carry them to the sink. Ma Roberts was a thoroughly beaten woman. She was not close to her children, for she had lost her spirit before they were old enough to get to know her. And she loathed her husband, who had stolen every bit of girlish enthusiasm from her in the course of over twenty years of marriage.
Penny did not offer to help with the dishes, but instead suggested to Sean that they go and check to make sure the animals were properly bedded down for the night. This had to be done in any event. Normally it was the hired hand's job. Since he had the night off, the two conspirators had a perfect excuse for their last planning meeting.
"Well," Penny said when they were out of earshot of the house, "that's a stroke of luck."
"What is?" replied her brother.
"Pa's going to bed early like this. It means we can leave even earlier. I called the bus station in Lornville. There's a bus out of there for Cleveland at nine-twenty. I should be able to catch that. Otherwise I would have had to wait until two o'clock in the morning."
Penny's eyes narrowed as she sensed a reluctance on the part of her brother.
"Say," she said threateningly, "you're not getting cold feet on me, are you?"
"Of course not, Penny. But don't you think maybe you could stick it out here? After all, we've got a good thing going between us. Why end it when it's only begun?"
"Oh, Sean honey, you know I love you. But I just can't stay here with that man any longer. He scares me. I told you. Once I get set up in Cleveland, I'll send you some money and you can join me."
"Yeah, but who knows how long that'll take? You're leaving me in the shit, but good. He's going to know I gave you the money."
"I'll tell you something, Sean. From the way he was acting at dinner tonight, I don't think he'll be sorry to see me go at all. It might even be worth it to him to lose a little money to get rid of me."
"But why can't I go with you now?"
"Because if both of us go, he might come after us. Don't forget, you're the hope of the Roberts family. In his life, the most important thing is to have a strong Son to pass the land onto."
"I guess you're right," Sean finally agreed in a sullen voice.
The two had checked on the animals and gone over their plan in detail. By eight thirty, the house was dark and silent. The two teen-agers had held their shoes in their hands while descending the steps. Penny had crept out of the house and across the yard to where the pickup was parked. It had turned over smoothly; Patrick Roberts believed in keeping his machinery in good order. The noise had not awakened anyone in the house.
In a few moments, Sean had slipped into the truck and pushed her over to the passenger seat. He'd been carrying a tin box. Penny had opened it once they were on the well-lit road to Lornville. Then she'd been overjoyed. There was over three hundred dollars in the box!
Penny had just caught the nine-twenty to Cleveland, boarding with nothing but the tired old suitcase that had been handed down to her by her mother.
She had never used it before except for infrequent visits to relatives.
Now the bus was leaving. She waved sadly to Sean, standing broken-hearted on the platform. As the bus rounded a comer, she could see him turn, his shoulders slumped in misery, and start walking back to the pickup. At last she was free!
As she rode, Penny thought about what life would be like in the big city.
Three hundred dollars! Penny had never been outside her home county before, and to her that amount of money meant an apartment, time to look for work, in short, enough to set herself up fine.
She was staring out the window at the light snow that was falling as they pulled out of Transton depot some two hours after leaving home when she had heard the sound of someone clearing his throat next to her. She turned and saw a man standing in the aisle.
"Excuse me, Miss," he said. "But is this seat occupied."
Penny studied the man for a moment in the dimness of the interior lights of the bus. He was a man in his mid-thirties, rather attractive, with a well-trimmed beard. He wore a dark suit of expensive cut, and an, impressive diamond on his ring finger. She smiled and gestured him into the seat.
"AHHhhh," he sighed as he settled himself comfortably. "I've been waiting in that miserable bus station for over two hours for this bus."
"Well, I've been riding it for two hours, and it's still another two hours to Cleveland. This bus makes every stop. It's taking me four hours to go seventy miles."
Her companion looked at her quizzically. "Going to Cleveland, are you?"
"Why, yes. Is that where you're going?"
"Oh, yes. I have a business in Cleveland. Tell me. You look awfully young.
Are you running away from home?"
"Of course not! I'm eighteen years old." She lied, "and I'm going to Cleveland to find a job."
Wayne Sykes studied the girl riding next to him. She was obviously closer to sixteen than eighteen. That meant she had to be a runaway.
"What kind of work are you looking for?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I took a typing course in school, but I'm not very good at it. Mostly all I've done is work on the farm."
"Well, young lady," he said, "this may be your lucky day. It just so happens that I'm looking for young ladies to work in my business in Cleveland.
That's why I've been out here in the farm country, looking for recruits. But I didn't find any until now. How would you like to work for me?"
Penny stared at the stranger, bug-eyed. Was he really offering her a job?
"But I've just told you, I don't know how to do much of anything."
'That's exactly what I'm looking for, girls who haven t had a bunch of botched-up training programs and courses who'll have to be completely retrained. But I'm being rude. My name is Wayne Sykes." He extended his hand.
"Penny Roberts," she replied, taking it.
"Well, Penny, let me tell you about the business I'm in. I have a little private club, nothing fancy, mind you. But I have a bar, and a restaurant, and a few rooms upstairs. The members are farmers, businessmen, politicians, people from all over the state. It's sort of their home away from home when they're in Cleveland. What I need are fresh-faced young girls as hostesses, girls who'll remind them of the folks back home. That's what you'd be doing."
Penny thought for a moment. A club! And it sounded like a night club, with liquor and dancing. She thought of the raving sermons her father had always given on the evils of night clubs and carousing in general. "Would I have to serve liquor?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. After a hard trip, our members like to have a few when they get off the road."
That clinched it. What better way to break away from her father's influence entirely than to take a job doing something he would so completely abhor?
"All right, Mr. Sykes," she said, extending her petite hand, "you've got yourself a new hostess."
Wayne Sykes smiled. He wondered what Penny would say when she found out about all her other duties at the Club Risqu�. These young farmgirl runaways were always the easiest to recruit into his vice ring. They were so caught up in the glamour of living and working in the city that they never questioned the sincerity of a well-dressed and well-spoken man like himself.
They passed the rest of the trip to Cleveland uneventfully. Sykes was more than a little bored by Penny's endless prattle about the things she was going to do once she was established in the big city. But he made a good show of pretending interested attention to her nonsense as his mind worked on schemes concerning her orientation to her new 'job.'
The Cleveland bus station was a dingy building. There was a small snack bar, selling tasteless hamburgers and hot dogs, and greasy french fries. But Penny realized that she had not eaten much at dinner, and was starving now.
She told Mr. Sykes that she would like to get a bite to eat.
"Certainly, my dear," he said. "I'll tell you what. I have to meet my head hostess at a bar a few doors from here. She's bringing the car to drive us to the club. Why don't you order up some food here and I'll be back for you in a few minutes?"
Penny agreed, and stood on line waiting for service as Wayne Sykes left the building. She was a little nervous. What if he didn't come back? But the knowledge that she had three hundred dollars in her suitcase buoyed her spirits, and she ordered two cheeseburgers, french fries, and a coke.
As she was eating, concentrating on the food completely, she heard a chair being drawn back at her table. She looked up into the face of a young, very black man. He was wearing a bright green velvet jacket, and a jaunty white panama hat.
"Waitin' for somebody, doll baby?" he said, "Yes, as a matter of fact I am," Penny replied haughtily. She had never been this close to a black man before, and she was more than a little frightened.
She began to scan the doors, hoping to see Wayne Sykes.
"Aw, come on now, sugar," the pimp, for such he was, said. "You ain't waitin' for nobody at one in the morning. You're a runaway. Tell you what, why don't you just come along with Sweet Georgie here, and I'll fix you up just fine."
Penny cringed as she felt the man's hand move to her knee, then proceed up her thigh. She was ready to scream as his hand approached her panty-clad cunt under her skirt. "What's the matter Georgie-boy, run out of local talent?" Penny looked up in relief as the black's hand was hastily withdrawn. Wayne Sykes was standing by the table, glaring down at the pimp.
"Oh, Mr. Sykes. I didn't know she was yours. Honest I didn't!"
"Well, she is, Georgie. And I'd advise you to be more careful in the future.
You could have an unfortunate accident, you know." Wayne Sykes spoke in low tones as he leaned down and looked Georgie in the eyes. Penny was confused.
But the hatred between the two men was obvious. The black pimp got up from the table and beat a hasty retreat. Wayne Sykes took his place.
"Almost ready. Penny?" he said, as though nothing had happened.
"Oh, Mr. Sykes, do you know that horrible man?"
"Yes, Penny, I do. And you're right, he is a loathsome creature. He hangs out here at the bus station and looks for young runaways from the country.
Then he forces them into a life of prostitution. Many of my club members are police officials, so I know a number of the low-life scum of this city. And they know me, and are afraid of my connections. I'm glad I got back here in time, I really shouldn't have left you alone here in the station. A lot of types like that hang out here late at night, hoping to run across someone like you. Not that you're a runaway, of course." His eyes twinkled as he ended his speech.
"Of course not," Penny said unconvincingly.
"Well, then, if you're finished, Marsha is waiting in the car. Shall we go?"
Penny picked up her suitcase and followed Wayne Sykes out of the bus station. Parked at the curb was the most beautiful car Penny had ever seen.
It was a classic Rolls Royce in mint condition. Sykes held the back door open for her and she clambered in.
Penny was alone in the back seat as the door slammed. The driver's door opened, and Wayne Sykes got in behind the wheel. In the brief illumination of the interior light while the door was open. Penny saw that there was a woman in the passenger seat.
Sykes turned the key and the engine roared into life. He turned to Penny as he let it warm up a little. His hand moved and the overhead light came on.
Penny got her first glimpse of the other woman in the car. She was beautiful, about twenty-six, with long jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She turned in her seat and studied the blonde teen-ager behind her. Her dark eyes formed an exotic contrast with the milky paleness of her skin. Penny's complexion was fair, but the many hours of working outdoors on the farm had darkened it considerably. Next to this exquisite creature, she felt like a Negro.
"Penny Roberts," Sykes said, "I'd like you to meet Marsha Farnham. You and Marsha will be working very closely together. She is in charge of all the hostesses at the club.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Farnham," Penny said, extending a hand.
"Marsha," the older woman corrected as they shook. "We'll be working very closely together... Penny."
Sykes turned off the light and gunned the motor as the car glided away from the curb. "Next stop, Le Club Risqu�," he said as they sped down the dark city streets. Penny sat silently in the back of the car, clutching her suitcase like a security blanket. She was nervous. What if she didn't work out on this job? Oh, well, she always had her three hundred dollars to fall back on.
It certainly didn't look like a night club. From the way her father had always talked, Penny had imagined a night club to be ablaze with neon, a well-advertised den of iniquity, with drunken patrons vomiting in the gutters and fallen women hanging out on the sidewalk. Instead, they pulled into the parking lot of what looked like a deserted warehouse. There were perhaps twenty cars parked in the lot. They were generally expensive makes, well-maintained. They paint jobs gleamed in the pale moonlight.
As Penny, Sykes, and Marsha approached the building, the sounds of music could be heard from the darkened building. It was then that Penny noticed that there seemed to be heavy curtains over all the windows. She could see a crack of light here and there where the material had shifted away from a part of a window. It was deliciously conspiratorial. But Mr. Sykes had said that it was a private club They walked around to the rear of the building and approached a wooden door.
Sykes produced a key, unlocked it, and they entered. When they were inside.
Penny stared around, stunned.
They were standing in the anteroom to what looked like a huge ballroom. Over their heads, perhaps fifteen feet up, glittered an ornate cut glass chandelier. The rug beneath their feet was plush and soft. Through the open door, Penny could see perhaps fifty people in the ballroom. A small orchestra was playing, couples were dancing, and several tables were filled with well-dressed men and women hoisting glasses in toasts and generally carousing.
"Oh, Mr. Sykes," Penny bubbled. "Is this where I'm going to be working?"
"In good time. Penny," the well-dressed club owner replied. "But first you must be trained in the proper ways to satisfy our members."
Penny was a little disappointed. For a moment she had had visions of herself in a chic evening gown, making small talk with the elegant people she could see in the large ballroom. .
"Marsha, why don't you take Penny upstairs and show her to her room. As a matter of fact, there's no reason why she shouldn't start her training tonight, is there?"
"Well, no," Marsha replied. "Mr. Glen is here from Boulder, and he asked if we had anything new. I guess Penny will do." She stepped back and examined Penny critically. "Of course, that dreadful dress will have to go."
Penny had no idea what the other two were talking about. All she knew was that she had been in Cleveland for less than an hour, and she was already immersed in a dream of glamour and excitement. She eagerly followed Marsha as the older woman led her up a wide stairway to an upper level of the building. She was silent, awe-struck by the luxury of the building's appointments as they walked down a long corridor. They stopped at a heavy oak door. Marsha produced a key and opened it, gesturing Penny inside.
The room was exquisite. It was furnished as a Victorian sitting room, with a long, sloping divan against one wall, a small piano, and several overstuffed arm chairs. Feeling totally carefree. Penny threw herself into one of the chairs with a whoop of childish glee. Marsha stood by the door watching her with a cynical smile. Then she walked to a closet and began to rummage among the dresses hung in it. She turned, holding up a hanger and told Penny to take off all her clothes.
Penny was a little shocked at the request. Except for her family, no one had ever seen her naked. Even the rural school she had attended had no regular gym, and the girls exercised outdoors in their street clothes. But as she saw the lovely outfit Marsha was holding, her reservations passed and she began to undress.
Marsha watched as Penny doffed her clothes. She whistled under her breath as the girl eventually stood before her nude. The teen-ager really had a spectacular figure, and Marsha mentally complemented Wayne Sykes on his impeccable taste. Penny was standing in the classic pose of Venus, trying to hide her abundant charms from the other woman's gaze, unsuccessfully. She shivered as Marsha swept her eyes up and down her voluptuous body.
Goose-bumps ran over the creamy-flesh of her lush breasts as the silence in the room grew. Finally, Marsha crossed the room to her. She handed the naked teenager the hanger and told her to put on the clothes on it. Penny did so.
The outfit was a Victorian little girl's dress, reaching just to the knee, with two petticoats and a ruffled white apron that fit over it. There were no stockings or underwear, however.
"What about panties, Marsha," she asked.
"You won't need them," the older woman replied. "Now here's what I want you to do. In a few moments a man will come up here. His name is Rod Glen, and he's a very prominent attorney in Boulder, Colorado. He is also a very nice man and a charter member of the club. Now, there is brandy and other liquor in that cupboard, and a full buffet of snacks in the next room." Marsha gestured as she spoke. "All you have to do .is be nice to Mr. Glen, get him anything he needs, and do anything he tells you to. This is your first assignment here, and he knows that, so don't worry if you do anything wrong."
Penny was a little puzzled. There were certain overtones to Marsha's speech of instructions that she didn't understand. Then she shrugged her shoulders.
This was a club for weary travelers. She supposed it would be soothing for a man who had come all the way from Colorado to just relax alone with a pretty girl and have a few drinks and something to eat. She settled herself expectantly in one of the chairs to await her first contact with a member of the Club Risqu�.
She didn't have long to wait. In a matter of minutes, the door swung open and she turned her head to look at the man standing there.
He wasn't bad looking. Probably about forty-five, with a slim figure and a well-tailored suit. He smiled at her and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Rod Glen was stunned. What a beauty! Sykes had outdone himself this time. He walked over to the low divan and sprawled out on it. He was a little drunk, but he was more than ready to handle this little cutie.
"What's your name, honey?" he asked.
"Penny," she replied.
"Well, Penny, why don't you get us both a brandy and come over here and sit by me."
Penny rose and walked to the liquor cabinet. She rummaged among the unfamiliar bottles until she found the brandy. She had no idea how much to pour, so she just grabbed two glasses that she recognized from a magazine as brandy snifters and walked back to the divan with them and the whole bottle.
"Now there's a girl after my own heart," Glen chortled as he took the bottle and glasses from Penny. He poured healthy shots for them both, then patted the divan next to him. Penny sat down and took the proffered glass.
Penny raised the glass to her lips as Glen raised his to her. She sipped at the liquor and almost gagged. It was so strong! Penny had never tasted alcohol before in her life. Then she felt the soothing warmth of the fine brandy as it trickled down her throat. It was good! She took another sip.
Rod Glen watched the young girl as she sipped her brandy. She was exquisite.
He reached out his hand for one of hers.
Penny was a little surprised when the man took her hand, but she didn't resist. After all, she was the hostess.
Penny became a little more apprehensive when her guest suddenly reached around her waist and pulled her down on the divan next to him. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her passionately. She struggled to get free of him, but he was too strong.
'"What the hell is going on here," Glen demanded, surprised at the girl's resistance.
"Why, Mr. Glen, I don't know what kind of girl you think I am," Penny retorted, lying pressed to him by his powerful arms, "but I was hired as a hostess here. I don't know what you think you're doing,"
"Hostess, hell," Glen said. "This is a whorehouse! The best whorehouse in the Midwest, but a whorehouse all the same."
Penny was stunned. How stupid could she have been? She should have known all along. Of course she wouldn't, need any underwear!
She began to struggle again with the man who held her. She broke away from him and ran toward the door. He caught up with her before she could open it and grabbed her from behind. He twirled her around and gave her a cruel slap across the cheek.
"I don't know what kind of shit you think you're pulling, young lady," he hissed, "but I paid two hundred dollars for the privilege of screwing you, and that's just what I'm going to do!"
He pulled her hack toward the divan. Penny no longer struggled. In the brief instant that she had stood alone at the heavy wood door, she had tried the knob and her heart had sunk to realize that it was locked from the outside.
Now she just stood in misery before Rod Glen and waited for him to have his way with her.
The Colorado lawyer reached out and ripped Penny's dress from her body from the neckline. She stood before him in her petticoats. He gave her a mighty shove and she fell back on the divan. Then he threw the petticoats over her head and feasted his eyes on her naked beauty: Penny stared up into the material of the petticoats and waited. Then she felt, the caress of warm lips on her tits. Involuntarily, her nipples began to swell until they stood erect. She lifted her shoulders as Rod Glen pulled her last garments from her. When she could see again, the man was standing naked next to her. His cock stood out rock-hard. He fell to his knees beside the divan and began to madly lick and suck at her large, rose-tipped breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth, then released it and moved to its mate. He sucked hard, trying to draw as much creamy breast flesh into his mouth as possible.
Penny found herself becoming aroused despite her situation. She could feel a burning in her pussy. She closed her eyes and thought of Sean. How foolish it had been to leave the farm!
Rod Glen moved his mouth down over Penny's lightly-downed stomach, tracing the rising furrow, then descending to her pubic mound, covered by soft blonde curls. He paused for a moment, savoring the musky aroma of her pussy as it drifted up to his nose from between her closed thighs. He reached one hand down and ran it along her slit, wriggling it around in the small gap at her crotch. He could feel the moisture building there and smiled. He stood again and reached down to spread the girl's shapely thighs apart. Like a zombie, she spread her legs. They bent at, the knee, so that her calves were alongside the divan, one between the upholstery and the wall, one stretched out on the other side, her feet just touching the floor.
Rod Glen knelt between Penny's outstretched thighs. His swollen cock pointed up her body like a spear as he gazed gloatingly at her exposed charms. He looked down at her plump buttocks, pressed against the divan. One of his hands squeezed under them and between to brush with a finger against her asshole. She arched her back in shock and surprise.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and slapped her hard across the face.
"Do something, bitch!" he shouted. "I paid a lot of money for you, and you'd better move your ass a little!"
Penny rubbed her bruised cheek in terror. This man was capable of hurting her, she could tell. In desperation, she let out a low moan and wriggled her hips in imitation of passion.
"That's better," he said. Then he moved the head of his cock to the entrance of her womanhood.
Penny could feel heat in her pussy. It wasn't the same as with Sean, not the same all-consuming fire. But she was aroused, and she moaned in a low voice as Glen began to thrust his erect cock into her cunt. Then it was fully in, and he began to thrust in and out. He leaned forward so that his body covered her. His hands squeezed between their torsos and pressed down against her tits. He could feel the erect nipples of her tits and smiled.
He'd gotten this cold bitch worked up all right!
Penny began to move her hips in time to the thrusts of the man whose cock was filling her cunt. She moaned as she felt her passions rise. His rhythm increased in speed as he approached his climax, but Penny did not feel any concomitant increase in her own passion. She knew that she wasn't going to come with this strange man.
Rod Glen felt the churning of jism in his balls as he swept his cock in and out of the teen-ager's cunt. She was delightfully, tight, and he reveled in the feeling as his cock moved back and forth between the clutching lips of her pussy. Then he was moving at a madman's pace. His hands, clenched and unclenched painfully over her crushed tits as his ass moved up and down in wanton abandon. His cock was on fire as spasm after spasm of pleasure shot up the shaft and rivers of hot white come shot from the head into the sweet interior of Penny's body.
Penny knew that he had come, so she stopped her hip motion. The man lay on top of her for a few moments, breathing heavily as he felt his cock go soft and slip from its warm, wet nest. Then he stood by the bed looking down at the girl. She had her eyes closed and was panting lightly. He reached down and cuffed her hard on the ear.
Penny opened her eyes in shock and pain. She had been pretending that it was Sean she was with, her brother who was enjoying the delights of her body.
Now she stared up into the enraged face of the Boulder attorney.
"You little bitch!" he hissed; "That was the worst fuck I ever had. You didn't put anything into that. What kind of a whore are you, anyway?"
"I'm not a whore. I was offered a job here as a hostess in a private club."
Penny began to sob piteously at her plight.
"A likely story," the man rejoined. "Well, I don't care what your story is, you should have been trained. I'm going to complain straight to Wayne Sykes and demand my money back."
Glen did not speak again as he dressed in his evening clothes and walked to the door. He stared back at the nude beauty sprawled on the divan. What a pity. Oh, well, Sykes would get her straightened away. By the next time business brought him from Colorado to Ohio, she'd probably be the best piece of tail in the club. He knocked three times on the door. There was the sound of a key in the lock from outside and it opened. Rod Glen stepped out into the carpeted hallway. The door swung closed behind him.
Penny did not move from her position, sprawled on the divan. Tears ran down her plump cheeks as she bemoaned her fate.
She had not come. She had not even come close to climax. Yet her pussy had been totally wet, her nipples had stood completely erect. But she had not felt those incredible flashes of heat that she had felt with Sean. She thought back to her experiences with her brother. The first time had been good. But never had she felt so exalted as that second time, after the whipping, when her brother had rubbed the liniment into her wounds. Then she had flown in skies she had never known before, communing with the universe as waves of electric heat had run all over her body.
Penny sighed. She supposed that she would never feel that way with anyone again. Her love for her brother obviously had affected her reactions that day.
Of more importance to her now was getting out of this horrible 'club.' She was certain that the door was locked from the outside. How would she ever escape? Why had she been so trusting with a complete stranger on the bus? If she could ever get away from this place, she would still have her three hundred dollars. Providing she could also get her suitcase. It was sitting now in a corner of the room, but how could she be sure that they would keep her in this particular room?
Penny gave up. The situation was just too complex and confusing for her young mind to accept. She closed her eyes and collapsed weeping on the divan.
Suddenly she heard the sound of the door being unlocked. She opened her eyes and watched as the heavy wood portal swung slowly open. Framed in the doorway was the black-clad figure of Wayne Sykes. He was smiling a cruel little smile and holding in his right hand a long, broad leather strap!
CHAPTER FIVE
Wayne Sykes stood silently in the doorway for a little while, slapping the leather strap against his thigh and watching the expression of fear on Penny's face. This was the first time he had seen her naked, and his eyes roved over the lush contours of her body with the appreciative glance of a true aficionado. He'd really picked a beauty this time. All that was needed was the proper training and Penny would become one of the star attractions of the Club Risqu�.
Penny stared at Sykes wide-eyed as he stepped slowly forward from the door and approached the divan. The heavy door swung closed behind him and she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. She drew her knees up under her chin and crossed her arms over her large breasts in a vain attempt to shield her exposed body from his lewd gaze. When he was standing at last beside the divan, she could see the throbbing bulge in his well-cut suit pants.
"So, Penny," he finally said, "it seems that you do not like your job here at the club. I've just had a most unpleasant conversation with one or our most valued members." The broad leather strap slapped against his thigh, drawing Penny's eyes to it. It was virtually identical to the barber's strop that her father had used on her! For a reason she could not begin to understand, she felt a twitching in her pussy at the thought.
She summoned up all her courage "Mr. Sykes," she said, "you hired me to be a hostess in a private club. That man raped me! But I'll forget about that if you'll take me back to the bus station at once. I'm no prostitute!"
"So, you want to go back to the bus station, eh? Why? So you can wind up on the street working for Georgie Smith, or some other scum like him? You farm girls are all alike. You run away from home thinking its going to be all peaches and cream in the big city. Then, when you find out how hard it is, you want to go running home again. No, my little runaway, I found you, and I'm going to keep you. In time you'll learn to like it here. The life isn't bad. You usually don't have to service more than six or seven customers a day. The rooms are nice, the food's good, and after you've settled in a little, you'll be allowed to go out sometimes and be given a regular allowance. Now, what kind of shit job could you get that would give you those kinds of benefits?"
"I don't care. I want to leave here this minute!" Penny regretted her words as soon as she had uttered them. A change came over Sykes. He glared down at her like a man possessed. Suddenly he raised his arm behind him and brought the leather strap singing down through the air to land a stinging blow across Penny's curvy flank, upturned as she supported herself on her side.
"Turn over on your belly, bitch!" the brothel-keeper shouted as he struck again with the strap. Terrified, Penny obeyed him, burying her face in the upholstery of the divan as she lay with her plump buttocks facing her captor.
Sykes looked down at the firm globes of Penny's ass cheeks. They were truly beautiful. But he could see the marks of a previous beating that must have taken place not too long before. Perhaps that had been the reason for her leaving home. He raised the strap above his head and brought it down viciously on the exposed cheeks.
Penny screamed in pain as she felt the strap hit her ass. The burning pain was incredible as the leather hit the same places that her father had whipped only a day before. Then she screamed again as the belt came down a second time. And a third. And a fourth.
As the blows fell in painful rhythm, Penny found her ass becoming numb. At the same time, she felt a strange pulsing in her tender young cunt. She could feel the lips swelling and juices start to ooze out onto them from the interior. She was being stimulated sexually by the beating she was receiving!
'Oh, no,' she thought, in abject misery. 'What sort of pervert am I to be turned on by this vicious beating? How can I be enjoying this humiliation, especially when I'm about to be turned into a prostitute?'
Sykes watched the girl as he continued to beat her. He was surprised when she stopped screaming. He'd thought for sure that she would be a real shouter. But when her muffled sobs also stopped, and her hips began to gyrate slowly in time to his lashes, he smiled a cruel and knowing smile.
Penny could feel a growing heat in her pussy. Waves of sensation were flashing up and down her body as the beating continued. She felt like she had to have a man's cock inside her. She needed to get laid like never before. As the strap rose and fell over her tortured ass cheeks, her hips began to buck up to meet the leather. Her nipples were fully swollen, pressing painfully into the upholstery of the divan beneath her.
Suddenly the beating stopped and she felt strong hands on her shoulder. She was violently turned over and lay, legs apart, lost in perverse passion, staring into the leering face of Wayne Sykes.
"So," he said, "you're one of those, are you? You like to be beaten, roughed up a little. Well, I've got plenty of work for you. I've got plenty of men who like to work a little girl over a little before they fuck her."
Penny didn't hear a word he said. She was lost in her need. Mindlessly, She reached out her hand and grabbed his cock as it bulged out, half-erect, from his pants. She unzipped his fly and pulled the pulsing shaft out. It stared her right in the face, so she enveloped the swelling head in her hot mouth and began to suck. She had to get him hard. She needed to have him inside her. As his cock swelled and lengthened in her mouth, her right hand reached up to frig the shaft gently while, her left flew down to her crotch and began to rub her sopping pussy madly.
Sykes looked down in amazement at this exhibition of perverse lust. Never had he turned out a young farm girl who had had such an appetite for sex.
All she needed was a little whipping beforehand. He stepped back and pulled his now rigid cock from her mouth with a soft liquid popping noise. Then he began to undress.
Penny lay on the divan, moaning lowly as she watched Sykes step out of his clothes. When he was naked, he stood, legs spread, hands on hips, and leered at her. Her eyes were glazed, half-closed in passion.
"Come on, bitch," he spat, "beg for it!"
In the back of Penny's mind, she knew that she was going through the most hideous sort of humiliation. But her mind was not in control of her, her burning pussy was. She reached out her hands in supplication and whined.
"Please.... Please fuck me," she murmured. She flopped back on the divan and spread her legs far apart in silent invitation. Her hands ran over the mounds of her tits, cupping them, pushing them upward, offering them to him.
Sykes was grinning as he knelt between her thighs. He reached down and tweaked one erect nipple painfully. Penny gasped, but her hips continued to writhe about in need on the divan; Then his cock was at the entrance to her cunt, and she bucked her hips against it, forcing it through, sighing in relief as she felt the shaft penetrate as the entire length was forced into her cunt.
Sykes began to hump rhythmically against the girl's straining crotch. His legs were spread out behind him, but his torso was supported on his palms as he watched Penny's face torn and distorted by desire. A coating of sweat oozed out onto her body, making her pale skin shine in the light from the chandelier. He quickened his pace, and was rewarded with a sigh of passionate ecstasy from the teen-ager beneath him. They became a two-pistoned machine, bucking back and forth against one another. The divan shook and squeaked, complaining at the mad abandon of their movements.
Penny could feel the hot waves of pleasure moving up and down her spine as Sykes fucked her. She had only felt like this once before, when her brother had fucked her the day previous. She thrashed about on the divan and moaned in passion as a circuit was established between her cunt and her brain. She moved her hands over her sweaty boobs, feeling the burning in her nipples as Sykes' pace became more and more frantic. Then she could feel it, the overwhelming sensation of volcanic heat flooded over her as she closed her eyes and shrieked in ecstatic orgasm. She could see bright flashes of psychedelic color on her eyelids as she clenched the muscles of her tender young pussy tightly around Sykes' pounding prick.
Sykes was also on fire. Never had he had a new girl who was this abandoned, this totally involved in the sex act. His balls were on fire, begging him to release their heavy load of come, but he held back, using his well-developed control, trying to see exactly how far this girl would go.
Penny was mad with lust. It had seemed to her that it would end with her first burst of fireworks, but Sykes kept pumping away at an undiminished pace in her pulsing quim, and she felt a second peak building that threatened to surpass the first. Her body was on fire as never before. She reached up and grabbed at Sykes' body, pulling him to her, pressing his torso to her breast as the universe exploded around her and she felt the liquid warmth of his hot come shooting in endless spurts into the recesses of her young body.
Then it was finally over. She relaxed. Her hands dropped from Sykes' back and her arms fell to her sides. She made no sound, but panted heavily every breath bringing forth a wheeze of complaint from her overworked lungs. - Sykes felt his cock softening. It slipped from her sopping pussy and fell between Penny's outstretched shapely thighs. The brothel-keeper closed his eyes and dozed on the hillocks of Penny's firm, round tits. Never in all his experience in the vice business had he had a ride like this. He felt as though he'd shot a year's worth of jism into her cunt. But even the thought of the ecstatic orgasm he had just reached was enough to set his prick to twitching, eager for more.
They lay there, unmoving, for a good fifteen minutes. Then Sykes groaned and sat up on the edge of the divan. He reached down to his jacket, neatly folded on the carpet, and extracted a pack of cigarettes. He lit two and passed one to Penny.
Penny hadn't smoked more than three or four cigarettes in her life, usually on bets at school, but she took this one. She needed something, and she felt oddly refreshed as she took the mentholated smoke into her lungs. She kept her eyes open and stared at the ceiling, trying to collect herself. Why had she reacted so strongly to this man? How could she have experienced such transcendent ecstasy at the hands of a cruel brothel-keeper? Then she stumbled intuitively upon the answer that would have taken a psychologist months to discover.
She remembered the scene in the woodshed the previous morning. She thought back to her father's humiliation at his orgasm, and the way he had fallen to his knees piteously and started licking her ass, begging her forgiveness.
Somehow, her mind and body had made a connection between being made love to and experiencing pain and humiliation! That was why it had been so much better the second time with Sean. She had just come from being whipped!
Penny groaned in despair as she made her uncannily accurate diagnosis.
Sykes had been staring at the carpet, still recovering from his shattering climax when he heard the tortured moan, he turned and began to stroke Penny's curvaceous body tenderly "Hey, honey," he cooed, "don't you worry about a thing. Why, I know guys who will pay five hundred bucks for a ride like I just got. And I'm going to cut you in for a little of it. In a year, you could be rich."
Penny burst out into tears at this unfeeling remark. She was miserable, had just discovered a horrible affliction in her sexual make-up, and all this man could think about was money!
"All right, all right," Sykes mumbled as he stood and began to dress. "You just lay there and cry it all out." He felt a brief pang of sympathy as he watched the nubile young girl sobbing on the divan. But his commercial instincts won over his carefully calloused humanity. "But when you're all done, just think about this little beating and get it into your head. I'm not going to let you out of here anyway. I don't make offers like this to just any girl. You've got a rare talent, and it would be criminal to let it go to waste."
He started toward the door, then paused.
"By the way," he said, "I not only had to give Glen back his two hundred after that little scene with you, but I had to let him have Marsha for free.
She's an expensive property, and I figure you owe me three hundred bucks now. Let's see if you have any money in that ratty little suitcase. I'll just take what you've got and you can pay the rest out of your future earnings."
Penny watched in stunned silence as Wayne Sykes walked over to where her suitcase stood in the corner. He opened it and began to throw her clothing over the floor.
"Boy, the first thing we've got to get you is a decent wardrobe," he said as he looked at a pair of her worn, torn cotton panties. Then he smiled as he pulled a roll of greenbacks from the case. He smiled at Penny as he began to count it.
Penny felt her last reserves of hope fading. Without her money, there was no way she would ever escape the clutches of this fiend. She watched miserably as Sykes counted out the roll of tens and twenties that Sean had stolen for her.
"Well, well," he said as he finished counting and put the money in his vest pocket. "Three hundred on the nose! You're a lucky girl. Now I won't have to dock any of the money you make working for me."
"I have no intention of working for you!" she spat.
Sykes walked across the room, stepping on her clothing as he did so. He stood next to the divan, reached down, and grasped one nipple between thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he applied pressure until Penny cried out in anguish. He released the tender bud and looked down at her with a cruel smile.
"Now, let's get one thing straight, little lady," he said. "You're going to work for me, whether you like it or not! And I know how you like it, don't I?" He leaned over and slapped her on the rear. She yelped as his hand hit the bruised flesh.
"Yeah," he leered, "that hurts. But give you enough of it and it turns you into a wildcat. And wildcats, in this business, make a lot of money!"
The handsome, well-dressed Cleveland brothel-keeper walked to the door and rapped three times. Once again, it was unlocked from the outside. It swung open and Wayne Sykes stepped into the doorway. He turned to look back at Penny, still weeping on the divan.
"Remember," he said, "I'm willing to split a little of my take with you, and I don't make that offer often with new girls. Most work for me for nothing for a few years till they are all broken in. Think about it carefully, because I just might withdraw it. And you are going to work for me whether you like it or not," he repeated. Then he stepped out the door. It swung closed, and Penny once more heard the depressing sound of the key in the lock as she was kept prisoner in Le Club Risqu�.
Penny lay sobbing for a while. Then she felt a great pressure in her bladder. She got up and wandered in a confused daze around the room, trying doors. Most of them led to closets, filled with bizarre female and male costumes. She shuddered at the implications of some of the outfits. Then she found the door that led to a spacious bathroom with a sunken bathtub big enough for six people. She turned the tap on the tub. If she'd ever needed a bath, it was now. She found some fine scented bath oil and poured it liberally into the slowly filling tub. Soon the bathroom was filled with the scent of wildflowers as steam rose from the tub. She sat down on the toilet and breathed a sigh of relief as a golden stream of urine began to pour from between her thighs. When she was finished, she stood and dipped her toe in the water. It was just right, and she sank into the tub. The water was over her hips, but not up to her breasts as she sat in the soothing warmth and stretched out.
Penny had never had such a luxurious bath before. Her muscles began to relax as she contrasted this luxury with the crude metal tub they had used at the farm, filling it with hot water from the stove because her father had always been too cheap to put in a hot water heater. Her mind drifted as she relaxed. Maybe being a high-class prostitute wouldn't be too bad after all.
Then she shuddered at the seductive thought. Deliberately, she turned her thoughts to Sean, her beloved brother. She concentrated on conjuring up the image of his strong body, his massive prick, his gentle touch and tender words.
It was painful. How could she think of her sweet, innocent brother when she had just been the victim of two vicious and humiliating attacks? How could she revel in the memory of his tender caress when she had just experienced the most explosive orgasm of her life with a complete stranger? No, she must put all thoughts of the past from her. She had no escape open to her from this place. She would just have to resign herself to becoming an unwilling inmate of the Club Risqu�. After all, Sykes hadn't made it sound so bad. In a while, if she were cooperative, she would have plenty of money, and the run of the city besides. It might even be fun! She would forget Lornville, the farm, and Sean. She would not even write to let her family know where she was.
As Penny Roberts made up her mind to become an unwilling prostitute, she lay back in the almost full bathtub and sighed contentedly. The water was up around her neck, and she shut off the taps, lay her head against the corner of the tub, and sighed again. Despite her new resolution, she couldn't help but wonder where Sean was at that moment and what he was doing.
CHAPTER SIX
At that moment, Sean Roberts was watching lazily as the curly-haired head of Rebecca Miles moved slowly down his stomach toward his rigid cock. He smiled as he felt her delicate and expert fingers close around the shaft of his throbbing organ and draw they bulbous head toward her bow lips.
Sean Bad not had the courage to go back home after dropping Penny off at the bus station. Instead, he had gone down to Joe Collins' still and bought a pint of moonshine whiskey. He'd gotten himself a little tanked up, sitting in the Lornville Park and sipping whiskey and Seven-Up. His thoughts had all been of his sister and of how much he loved her. In his mind's eye he had seen her coming across the Park toward him. Then her image had faded, and he had had to take a little more of the crude whiskey to conjure it up again.
It had taken the entire pint before he could see her in detail. Yes, she was standing right there in front of the Civil War Memorial. She was naked, and the lush soft curls of her pubic bush shone in the moonlight. Her alabaster breasts gleamed as the nipples pointed skyward, erect and inviting. She held out her arms to him and he rose, stumbling, and approached her. Just as he was about to enfold her in his arms, she laughed and turned, running across the cut grass. He moaned aloud in frustration as he saw the shimmering globes of her firm buttocks rotating as she ran. He gave chase, hearing her teasing laughter. Then he stumbled and fell to the ground. When he stood again, she was even further away, almost to the street. He ran, panting, after her. She was always just a little too far away for him to grab. He fancied he could smell the sweet perfume of her lovely body as she ran, now only inches from his outstretched fingertips.
He couldn't see where he was going, could only discern the nude female beauty that ran, always in front of him, as he chased her aimlessly through the city streets. Then she ran up the stairs of a white frame house. He chased her, but stumbled on the bottom stair and passed out cold on the front porch of the Miles' sisters white frame cathouse.
Rebecca Miles had been sleeping when she heard the crash. At first she had thought it was burglars, and had reached for the loaded revolver in her night table drawer before putting on her flannel bathrobe and making her way down to the front door. She'd put the chain on before opening the door, then threw it open wide when she saw the recumbent form on the porch.
She ran then to the foot of the stairs and called out. "Elvira! Get up and come down here! It's Sean Roberts, he's out cold on the porch! Come on down and help me get him in the house!"
In a matter of moments, Elvira Miles was descending the stairs, tying the sash of her bathrobe as she walked. Between them, the two sisters were able to drag Sean in and lay him out on the living room couch. Rebecca loosened his belt and collar, while Elvira removed his shoes and socks. They covered him with a blanket and stood back together watching his regular breathing.
"'What do you think happened to him?" Elvira remarked.
"All you've got to do is smell his breath to get the answer to that,"
Rebecca replied. "My guess is that he's been drinking that poison Joe Collins sells. Why don't you go and get some coffee on. He's going to need it when he comes to. I'll stay here with him'."
The Miles sisters were tolerated as a necessary evil by the upright women of Lornville and the outlying districts. After all, young boys growing up on the farm need some kind of outlet. The only way to preserve the virginity of the farmer's daughters is to allow some sort of alternative. Of course, it didn't work that way. The farmer's daughters got reamed regardless, and it wasn't just the sons who came calling at the comfortable frame house. But it was a polite fiction that kept Rebecca and Elvira in business, and the wives content in their righteousness.
Sean woke up with a terrific headache. He didn't know where he was as he groaned and turned onto his side to escape the excruciating pain of the sun only inches from his eyes.
It was not, of course, the sun, but merely the 60 watt illumination of one of the Miles sisters' lamps. Elvira and Rebecca were seated in chairs watching their patient for signs of life. When he groaned and opened his eyes briefly, Elvira rose and went off to the kitchen to fetch him coffee.
Sean opened his eyes as the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee reached his nostrils. He turned his head and was staring into the smiling face of Elvira Miles. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, almost spilling the coffee she had in her extended hand.
"Holy Toledo!" he cried. "What am I doing here?"
"That's exactly what we would like to know, Sean dear," said Rebecca, seated comfortably across from him. "We found you passed out on our porch almost an hour ago, dead drunk. You know," she said, shaking her finger in mock severity, "my sister and I have quite a bad enough reputation in these parts as it is. We don't need drunken teen-agers passing out on our porch to improve it."
Memory flooded back in on Sean. He remembered sitting in the park getting drunk. He vaguely remembered chasing his sister through the streets. But that couldn't be. She was on her way to Cleveland. He must have been hallucinating. When he had put his head in some semblance of order, he grinned sheepishly at the Miles sisters.
"Gee, girls, I'm sorry. I guess I did kind of tie one on tonight. But I had good enough reason."
"Well, we didn't think you were drinking for the hell of it, Sean," Elvira interjected. "We know you well enough to know better than that. Why don't you tell us about it? It'll make you feel better."
"Well," Sean said hesitantly, "maybe it will at that."
The miserable young man poured out his tale of woe to the two town whores.
He didn't tell them about fucking his sister, of course, but he told them about the horrible beating she'd gotten. He told them how she'd convinced him to help her run away by stealing their father's money from its hiding place. Most of all he told them how much he loved his sister. And he didn't tell them that in words, but in the passion and misery with which he lamented her leaving.
"And now she's on her way to Cleveland," he concluded. "God knows what'll happen to her there. She's only sixteen. She doesn't know anybody in the city, or anything about how to get along there. I'm so miserable I could die."
There was a brief silence in the room as Sean hung his head and stared at the rug. He was the very epitome of human suffering. Rebecca Miles looked across the room at her sister. The Miles sisters were far from dowdy middle-aged Midwestern hookers; They were both in their late twenties and had been successful call girls in major cities all over the country for several years. But they had not enjoyed the constant hassles of working in the cities, and had, retired to the relative peace of this small community where they could perform a public service, be paid for it, and get to know their clientele as something more than just 'johns.' They were strikingly attractive girls. Rebecca had fiery red hair worn in short curls. Her sister was a voluptuous brunette. And they both had bodies that would stop a Mack truck.
Rebecca and Elvira crossed the room arm in arm. They led Sean, still in his glum misery, upstairs. The two sisters began to undo the buttons of his shirt, and, to run their fingers soothingly through his hair.
The bedroom was dominated by a huge circular bed. The ceiling over it was covered with mirrors. As they entered, Rebecca flicked a switch on the wall and soft, romantic music filled the room.
Sean raised his head arid gaped at the plush sensuality of the room. He had never been in this chamber before. On his quick visits to one or the other of the Miles sisters, he had always been escorted to one of the downstairs rooms, small cubicles with just a bed in which he would spend a half hour of sex play for his money. But he had heard of this room. Rumor had it that the sisters maintained it for the entertainment of prominent clients that they still catered to from all over the state. Why, the Governor himself was supposed to have spent a night here on his last swing through the area (while discreetly registered at the Lornville Holiday Inn, of course). The only people in the town itself who could claim to have seen the room were the carpenters who had installed it, the mayor, and the chief of police. And only the latter two had ever been entertained there. As Sean stood on the threshold of this chamber of delights, he turned his head, first to one side, then to the other, and gaped at the lovely faces of the Miles sisters as they beamed back at him.
"Wh... What..." Sean was totally befuddled. Why had, he been brought to this exclusive playroom?
"Why, Sean, honey," Rebecca cooed in his ear, "Elvira and I only know one way to lift a man out of the blues. But we're very, very good at that."
As she spoke, Sean could feel a fumbling at his belt. It was Elvira, expertly unbuckling it. Then she unbuttoned his waistband, unzipped his fly, and let his pants drop to the floor. He stepped out of them as he padded across the floor to the bed in his bare feet. Elvira and Rebecca each held him by one hand. They stopped him at the edge of the bed. He started to speak, but Rebecca put a finger to his lips and smiled at him as her sister drew his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders. It fell to the floor. The dark-haired sister then knelt and pulled his undershorts down over his hips.
Now he was naked. But his prick was lamentably still at rest.
Rebecca slowly opened the front of her flannel bathrobe. She wore nothing underneath, and Sean gasped as he saw the perfect handfuls of her creamy breasts exposed to his view. His eyes traveled down her body, resting on the sparse rusty curls of her pubic bush. He could see clearly the charming cleft of her pussy lips.
Then he drew in breath sharply. There was a feeling of moist heat in his groin, and he looked down to see Elvira, still kneeling before him. She too had shed her bathrobe and was nude. In her kneeling position, Sean could see the firm globes of her buttocks pressed against the balls of her feet. She was licking the insides of his thighs, slowly working her way up to his crotch. Then he felt the first touch of her tongue to his dangling balls and moaned. His cock twitched at the sensuous feeling; His knees were weak as Rebecca raised his hands and placed them solidly on her tits. He could feel the roseate nipples rising in his warm palms. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to duel with his. At that moment, Elvira closed her lips around his cock and he felt it begin to throb and stiffen. Never had he imagined such a scene!
Rebecca turned his body as she kissed him. He was lost, and putty in her hands as he reveled in the feel of her breasts and exulted in the gentle suction of her sister's mouth on his prick. Slowly, she turned him. As she did so, her sister moved on her knees to stay in position. Then Rebecca started to gently push him over onto the bed. She held one hand in the small of his back so that he wouldn't tumble over until the last minute. As his body bent backward, Elvira began to rise from her knees so that his stiffening cock never left the oven of her mouth for one moment.
Finally, Sean dropped to the bed. He lay on his back, with his knees bent over the edge. Rebecca was lying on her side next to him as he continued to fondle her lush tits. Elvira leaned over his groin. He thought he would go mad from the constant Suction of her mouth and the way her supple tongue played over the swelling head of his cock.
At last it seemed he was fully erect. Elvira slowly lifted her mouth from his organ and began to kiss and lick her way up his hirsute abdomen, over his chest, until, her mouth was glued around one nipple. She sucked it into erection, running her tongue around the aureole teasingly. Meanwhile, Rebecca had moved one hand sinuously down Sean's body into his groin. She cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, then began to lightly frig his now-pulsing cock.
Sean could feel his balls aching as they cried for release. But Rebecca was too well-versed in her trade to allow him to come yet. She clamped her fingers firmly over the tube, which would carry his semen. He felt his erection start to wilt a little, and the churning in his scrotum abated.
Elvira moved up and lowered her lips to his. They kissed passionately as she guided his hands to her breasts. They were much larger than her sister's, though no more attractive, and the nipples were huge and brown. He filled his hands with the firm but pliant breast flesh and moaned into Elvira's mouth.
Meanwhile, Rebecca pushed one hand down under his clenched muscular buttocks. She insinuated one finger between them until she could feel the puckered node of his asshole. Sean bucked upward against this unprecedented intrusion. But when his ass fell back down to the bed, Rebecca's upturned finger was waiting for him. Her fingertip slid into his asshole, forcing its way through the tight sphincter muscle. He squealed in mixed pain and outrage, but the finger remained. The redhead pushed it even further in and began to wriggle it around inside his rectum.
Sean knew he should be upset at this finger in his ass, but as it continued to move about, and as Rebecca began to lightly frig his cock again, he found it oddly soothing. He moaned as he felt the finger pass over his sensitive prostate. His cock throbbed in sympathy. Then the finger was withdrawn, as was the hand from his cock. He kneaded Elvira's tits frantically, feeling his cock twitching as it stood up erect in the air.
Then he groaned as he felt his member slide into a warm, wet sheath. He closed his eyes as his tongue tangled with Elvira's and he caressed the brunette's breasts.
Rebecca Smiled as she lowered her body onto Sean's cock. Her pussy was on fire with the need for sex, and she sighed as she felt herself impaled on the full length of Sean's eight inch cock. She began to rock gently back and forth.
Elvira now moved. She-buried her head in a pillow above Sean's head. This action brought his head right up against her pendulous tits. He grabbed one of her enormous nipples in his mouth and began to suck avidly But this was not the real purpose of Elvira's maneuver. She bucked her hips up and straddled Sean's stomach on her knees. Now her quaking pussy was gaping only inches from her sister's body.
Rebecca smiled lasciviously as she looked into her sister's cunt. She could see the swollen, moist outer lips and the inner lips just peeking out, exuding love juices. Elvira had an uncommonly huge clit, and it extended a good half inch from between her pubic cleft Without altering her gentle rhythm on Sean's cock Rebecca inclined her body forward and stuck her tongue boldly into Elvira's waiting cunt. The brunette sister moaned as she felt the warm tendril move between her spread lips. Now they were truly a sex machine. Rebecca rocked back and forth on Sean's cock, also moving slowly up and down on it. Elvira moved her knees back and forth at the same time so that her cunt was always pressed to her sister's face.
As for Sean, he didn't know exactly what was going on. He could only relax and enjoy the indescribably ecstatic sensations that were shooting over every inch of his body as the two women moved sensuously over him and against each other.
"OOHHHHhhhhh," he moaned. His cry was stifled by the mass of Elvira's tit pressed against his mouth.
Rebecca could tell by the contractions in his cock that Sean was about to come. She and her sister had both mastered control of their own responses years before, so she redoubled her lapping at Elvira's pussy as she stepped up the pace of her rise and fall on Sean's straining cock.
It was too much! Sean sucked madly at the incredibly erect nipple in his mouth as he felt Rebecca's cunt muscles tighten. He was caught in the vise of her pussy, and, as she began to move quickly up and down on him, he suddenly knew what a cow feels like when it is being milked. She was literally sucking the come from his balls with her pussy!
Elvira knew that Sean was about to come by the way her sister started to lap avidly at her erect clit. She pressed back against Rebecca's mouth and released all her reserves of sexual energy, straining for her climax. Then she felt it building. Her clit was on fire as she bucked her hips madly, feeling the rushes of ecstatic heat all over her body. Her spine was an electric cord, flashing sensations of pleasure to every extremity of her body. She felt gobs of pussy juice oozing out of her cunt onto the outer lips and clit, and into her sister's loving mouth.
Rebecca too could feel her orgasm mounting. She moved with complete abandon on the impaling spear of Sean's cock. The shaft rubbed against her clit as she moved. Her body was on fire as she came, feeling the hot spurts of Sean's come as they erupted in her cunt and dripped down the walls of her quaking vagina.
The movements of the trio on the bed slowed as each relaxed, caught up in the euphoric aftermath of orgasm. Finally they lay still.
Rebecca and Elvira rolled over and lay panting on either side of Sean's sweat-covered body. They panted at their exertion. Sean moved his head from side to side. His lust was sated, but he couldn't take his eyes off the spectacle of the two pairs of heaving tits. Finally, Rebecca spoke.
"Well, did that take your mind off your little sister?"
"Oh, my God," the youth replied, "that was incredible. I've never even imagined an experience like that. How can.... How could I... Well, how could I pay you for that?" Sean had been coming to the Miles sisters for several years. Their price for a quickie was twenty dollars, an amount he usually could only get together with several months savings. How could he ever pay for this?
"Honey child," Elvira cooed: "The going rate for the treatment you just received, but for an entire night, is one thousand dollars."
"One thousand dollars!" he yelped.
"Yup," Rebecca smiled, charmed at his naivet�. "And we've never had any shortage of takers at that price."
Sean lay in silence for a while, trying to imagine the sort of man who would pay a thousand dollars for the treatment he had just had. But, as he mused over the incredible sensations he had just experienced, he realized that if he ever had a thousand dollars, he would consider the price quite reasonable for an entire night with both Miles sisters.
Rebecca looked down at Sean's groin. Just thinking about the magnificent sex he had just experienced had brought his cock back to life. It stood limply, at half-mast, protruding from his patch of pubic hair.
And so it was that, as Penny Roberts lay in a sunken bathtub in Cleveland, making up her mind to become a high-class call girl, her brother was lying on a plush circular bed in their home town, watching the curly red hair on the head of a high-class call girl as it slowly moved toward his stiffening cock.
He groaned as Rebecca closed her lips around the swelling head. She ran her tongue over the slit and all around the knob, teasing the cord of nervous tissue that runs along the bottom. Her hands met in his groin, making a cup for his throbbing balls as she sucked him into full erection.
Sean lay back, enjoying the blowjob. He could hear a commotion on the bed, but was much too wrapped up in his cock to open his eyes. Then the warm mouth was withdrawn from his cock and he opened his eyes to look into Rebecca's face.
"Come on, Sean," she said. "It's time for you to do some work."
Sean sat up and looked over at the figure of Elvira sprawled in the middle of the bed. She had two pillows propped under her, forcing her plump buttocks to stick up straight in the air. Her head was turned, and she was smiling at Sean. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his cock and looked down.
Rebecca was spreading some kind of oil on his erect member. He was puzzled.
What was going on here?
Rebecca took him by the prick and pulled. Her hand Slid off his oiled cock, but he understood. He followed her as she crawled across the bed.
Rebecca positioned Sean so that he was kneeling directly behind Elvira. His throbbing cock pointed straight at the crack in her ass. Rebecca reached out and spread the cheeks wide apart. Sean watched, fascinated. He could see her moist cunt as well as the brown nodule of her quivering asshole.
Sean suddenly got the idea as Rebecca guided his cock to the outside of Elvira's bumhole. It didn't seem distasteful to him. In his mind the Miles sisters could do no wrong. So he lunged forward and plunged his rampant cock fully into the brunette beauty's bowels.
Elvira moaned as she felt the thickness of Sean's rod penetrate her sphincter. She bucked back against Sean. He lost his balance and tumbled forward, his stomach lying over Elvira's back. He began to hump in and out of her asshole in a slow steady rhythm. Of their own volition, his hands moved under her body and began to knead the copious flesh of her tits where it was pressed out from her body.
Sean hardly noticed the greasy fingers playing around between his buttocks.
If anything, he just registered it as another stimulus to his near-overloaded pleasure centers. Thus he yelped in shock and surprise when he felt something warm and hard suddenly jammed through his asshole into his rectum. It was very painful for his virgin asshole, and for a moment pain and pleasure fought in his fevered mind. Then he relaxed his body completely. He looked over his shoulder and saw the smiling face of Rebecca behind him. Though he could not see it, he assumed that whatever had penetrated his body so rudely was strapped to her body. She waved at him.
Her tits jiggled as she did so, and he turned and picked up the rhythm of his ass-fucking again.
Rebecca was delighted at Sean's ready acceptance of the dildo in his ass.
She slowly began to move her hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of the prick in her sister's asshole with the movement of the dildo strapped to her body. There was an attachment to the dildo that was in effect a clutching hand wrapped around her pubic mound, cupping her tingling clit.
Elvira loved to be fucked in the ass. To her it was every bit as sensual as anything anyone could do to her pussy. She bucked and moaned as she felt the full length of Sean's throbbing prick course in and out of her rectum. She was ready to come in a matter of moments.
So was everybody else. Rebecca was being driven mad by the clutching rubber fingers around her clit, and she picked up the pace with which she was driving the dildo in and out of Sean's ass. He in turn matched the increase as he felt his balls throbbing, begging to release his come in Elvira's ass.
He began to moan in low tones from deep within him as spasm after spasm ran up his cock and great geysers of come shot from it to splash over the hot walls of Elvira's intestines.
The two sisters came together, bucking and moaning in their bi-sexual ecstasy. This time the three bodies just collapsed like a pack of cards into a sweating panting heap on the bed. In seconds they were asleep.
Sean was the first to awaken. He shook his head, trying to remember where he was. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the naked beauty of the Miles sisters' bodies sprawled out next to him and remembered every delicious second of the previous night. He got up from the bed and walked naked to the adjacent bathroom, his flaccid penis swinging and slapping against his thighs as he moved.
When he returned from relieving himself, the two sisters were sitting on the bed, clad in their plain cotton bathrobes.
"Well, and how do we feel this morning?" Rebecca asked, smiling at him. He just looked at her for a moment, her auburn hair shining radiantly in the morning sunlight.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
Sean turned to look at Elvira as he heard her voice. He was still speechless as he compared her dark, brunette beauty with the pale loveliness of her sister. They were as physically unlike one another as possible, but they certainly knew their business.
"Well," he began. "There's only one thing I can say. If I had a thousand dollars right now, you'd be more than welcome to it."
The two sisters laughed at the boy. Then they stopped as they saw him frown.
He walked over to the door and began to put on his clothes, walking over to the bed to retrieve his shorts.
Rebecca stood and put her arm around him. "What's the matter, kid. Still thinking about your sister?"
He nodded. "I've never dreamed of having a time like you two showed me last night. You've got to believe that. But I just can't stop worrying about her.
She's so young."
Rebecca smiled at the irony of this young farmer describing his sister as so young. Then she thought of her first days in the city. She and Elvira had gone to New York to be models. They'd wound up being highly successful prostitutes instead. But she remembered the fate of hundreds of other would-be models in the city. They were usually not so lucky. Instead of penthouse suites, they wound up on their backs in sleazy mid-town hotel rooms, grunting in feigned passion for a few dollars, burned out in the flower of their youth.
"Well, Sean," she finally said. "Why don't you go to Cleveland and bring her back here. Be a man!"
"I'd go in a shot if I had some money. But I'm still gonna catch hell for stealing Pa's money. I haven't even been home since yesterday. For all I know he's got the cops out after me."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Rebecca replied. "And as for money, I'm sure Elvira and I could scrape together a few hundred for you. Strictly as a loan, you understand."
"Oh, I couldn't take any money from you. I don't know when I'd ever be able to pay it back!"
"Well, considering that we've already given you a thousand dollars that you can never repay, I don't think we need to worry about a measly few hundred."
Elvira looked at Sean's figure. He had only his shorts on, and his athletic build was quite appealing. "I'll tell you what, Rebecca," she said. "Why don't you go get some money for Sean. In the meantime, my faith in human nature is a little greater than yours. I have a feeling that, with the proper incentive, Sean might be able to pay me back my five hundred in the next half hour!"
Rebecca laughed. As she walked to the door, she could see Elvira opening her robe as she walked toward the muscular young farmer. As she closed the door behind her and turned toward the office where their safe was located, she could hear the sound of two bodies hitting the mattress in the 'guest room.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sean stood at the bus depot waiting for the bus to Cleveland. He couldn't believe his good fortune. His cock rose in his jeans as he thought of the incredible sexual experience he had just gone through. But it was the fact that he was on his way to Cleveland to rescue his sister that thrilled him most.
In his pocket he had three hundred and fifty dollars, a loan over an indefinite period from the Miles sisters. He also had a thin plastic card tucked into his wallet. His cock also twitched when he thought about that gift.
"Now, Sean," Rebecca had said as he had stood, at last fully dressed, in the living room of their house. "Take this card as a special gift from us. It's a pass to a very special place in Cleveland. It's called Le Club Risqu�, and it caters to prominent lawyers, judges, politicians, people like that. This card is good for one night of anything they have to offer at the club. And believe me, they have plenty to offer. Le Club Risqu� is probably the finest brothel, nightclub, and restaurant in the entire Midwest. I even picked up a few new tricks when I worked there myself, and I already knew more than you'll probably ever learn."
"That's right," Elvira chimed in. "I worked there for a while myself, and this may be the only time in your life that you'll be able to have yourself a time in such a fine establishment. Go there first, then look for your sister. Okay?"
Sean smiled at these two women who had done so much for him. "Promise," he said, descending the front steps. He walked proudly, unashamed in the daylight. After all, had he not just been given a workout that other men would have to pay a fortune for? And had been given a free ride at a posh Cleveland whorehouse to boot. He was probably the cockiest young stud in Ohio at that point.
Now he smiled as he saw the Cleveland bus pull into the station. As he boarded, he looked back at the depot and the surrounding houses of Lornville as he hung from the arm grip. He wondered how long it would be before he found his sister in Cleveland and brought her back home. He wondered where she was in the big mysterious city.
Penny was preparing to meet her first client. She was now a full staff member of the club. That morning she had agreed to his terms. She would receive fifty dollars for each client she entertained. She would be confined to her room for the first several weeks, until Sykes decided she could be trusted to leave the club. After that, she could come and go as she pleased.
She had to service at least five customers each day, but would not be required to take on more than seven clients unless she wanted to, and then she would receive a bonus. All in all, it seemed a most lucrative employment for a sixteen-year-old.
Marsha had spent the remainder of the morning briefing her on some of the kinkier aspects of the job. She would be handling exclusively the sado-masochism crowd. But they wouldn't give her any of the real heavies.
Spanking and light bondage, that was the agreement.
She peered expectantly as she heard the now familiar sound of the key being turned in the lock of her door. It swung open and her first customer of the day stepped in. Penny's jaw dropped in shock and surprise. Inside the door, shutting it behind her, stood an attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She, wore a severe business suit, had short-cropped gun metal gray hair, and was carrying an attach� case. As Penny watched, she turned from the now locked door and smiled.
"Hello, dear," she said, "they tell me your name is Penny. Mine is Elaine."
"There... There must be some mistake!"
The woman frowned at Penny. Then her face cleared and she laughed gaily.
"Oh, I see," she said, "you were expecting a man!"
"I most certainly was!" Penny exclaimed indignantly.
"Well, you've got me instead," the woman said. Her eyes narrowed. She crossed the room and stood towering over Penny where she sat on the divan.
"You don't have any objections, do you?" When Penny didn't answer, but just stared up at her, she drew her hand back and cracked it viciously across the young girl's cheek.
"When I speak you will answer me," Elaine barked. "Now, I asked if you had any objections to me."
Penny rubbed her cheek where she had been struck. She moaned in pain and stammered her reply. "Well, no. It's just that I was expecting a man. I've never been with a woman before."
"Hmmm. That's right. They told me you were a novice. But they say that about so many girls. Well, this is as good a time as any to start you off!"
The, woman began to undress. She matter-of-factly removed the gray flannel skirt and jacket she was wearing, leaving her in stockings, a garter belt, and blouse. Removing the blouse, she revealed that she wore no bra. Her breasts were small and firm, with large nipples, the aureoles of which almost covered their entire surface. Whereas the hair on her head was uniformly gray, her pubic bush was primarily black, with a sprinkling of silver. She did not remove her shoes, stockings or garter belt as she walked with the ease of familiarity to one of the clothes closets on the far side of the room.
Penny Watched as the woman who had paid for the use of her tender young flesh walked. She could see that her buttocks, framed as they were by the nylon of her stockings and the fine cloth of her garter belt, were firm and muscular. The woman was in very good shape, and obviously took great pains to keep herself in that condition.
The woman, who had introduced herself as Elaine, stopped in front of one of the closets and opened the door. Penny watched with anxiety to see which costume would be removed. She shuddered as she remembered some of the horribly suggestive leather outfits that she had seen when looking for the bathroom. A sigh of pleased relief escaped her as Elaine pulled a hanger from the closet. On it hung a full-length, diaphanous pink nightgown.
Elaine walked back to the divan and looked down at Penny. The teenager was dressed in the same sort of short Victorian little girl's dress in which she had greeted Rod Glen the previous night. Her calves, exposed below the knee-length hem, were revealed in all their shapeliness. It is ironic that an age as prudish as the Victorian, at least on the surface, would consider the wearing of long skirts, which fully hid the entirety of a woman's legs, to be a prerogative of adulthood. But then, there was a good deal of lechery toward children in that age. In any event, the sight of Penny's attire evidently displeased the older woman. She frowned down at the curvy blonde.
"Take that dress off, young lady," she commanded, "and put on this nightgown. It's well past your bed time."
Penny was puzzled. There was something soft and yearning hidden in the gruffness of Elaine's tone. And what did she mean by bedtime? It was only early afternoon. The realization struck her. She; recalled the instructions Marsha had given her concerning the various sexual fantasies in which her clients would require her to play a part. Of course! This woman wanted her to assume the role of a naughty little girl. Well, Penny wouldn't have any difficulty in assaying that portrayal.
"Young lady," Elaine said, stamping her foot impatiently, "I'm waiting."
Penny stood only inches from Elaine. The gray-haired woman was only a little taller than the teenager, and their eyes met as the younger woman began to remove her dress. She untied the sash of the frilly white apron she wore over it, and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor.
"How many times must I tell you to fold your things neatly," Elaine barked.
"It seems sometimes that you are just asking for a good spanking!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Elaine said in a submissive tone, a tone very similar to the one she had used with her father for as long as she could remember. She knelt and picked up the apron, folded it, and carefully set it on an end table at the head of the divan. Then she reached behind her and began to unbutton her dress. This was a tiresome procedure. She strained to reach her arms up high enough to get the top buttons.
Elaine snapped at her impatiently. "Turn around, you contrary creature, and I'll undo your buttons."
Penny did as she was told. The older woman began to unbutton her dress. When she had undone the stays to a point a few inches below Penny's shoulder blades, she suddenly snaked her hands inside the dress and ran the flats of them over the young girl's back for a moment. Penny sighed as she felt the soothing caress of strong fingers on her shoulders. Then the hands were withdrawn and went back to their task.
The buttons only reached as far as Penny's waist. When the last button was undone, Elaine tugged at the skirt of the dress and the garment slid from Penny's shoulders, over her hips to the floor.
Penny quickly bent and picked up the dress. She took the nightgown from the hanger and placed it carefully back on the divan. Then she hung the dress in its place. She folded it in two and set it next to the apron, ready for the closet.
Penny turned to face Elaine once again. All she wore now were her two crinoline petticoats. They covered her body only as far as the bosom. From that point they hung from thin straps over her shoulders. As she looked into Elaine's eyes for a moment, she could see the older woman's glance run lovingly over the creamy expanse of her exposed shoulders. The young blonde's eyes roamed over her client's body. She marveled at the state of its preservation. There was not a trace of bulge or wrinkle on the broad slope of her belly, and her small breasts sat on her chest with all the pertness of youth in bloom. Her face too, with delicate high cheekbones and a sharp, strong chin, was unmarked by age. The only sign that this woman was older then her body would suggest lay in the color of her hair.
"All right, "the older woman now barked, "let's get those petticoats off this instant. I want to see you in that nightgown and all ready for bed in two minutes!"
Elaine smiled to herself as Penny bent at the waist to pull the first garment over her head. She had noticed the younger girl's admiring scrutiny of her face and body, and was pleased. Then, as the second and last petticoat was drawn over Penny's head, she gaped slack-jawed. Wayne Sykes had not been kidding. This had to be one of the finest looking girls to have graced the salons of the Club Risqu� in a long, long time.
Penny bent over the divan lower than necessary to fold the petticoats. She wanted to give the other woman a good look at her firm, fleshy buttocks.
From the sudden intake of breath she heard behind her, she knew that the maneuver was haying its desired effect. She straightened then and placed the garments on the end table with the rest of her costume. Then she picked up the nightgown and turned as she raised it over her head preparatory to slipping it on.
Elaine's eyes roamed greedily over every facet of the nubile young form before her. In her position, arms over head, Penny's pectoral muscles were stretched to their fullest, hoisting the full globes of her breasts high on her chest. The pert rose-red nipples seemed to stare at Elaine like ruby eyes. They were already beginning to swell and expand from the thrill of loving admiration, and they seemed to pucker as blood flowed into them.
Penny held her position longer than necessary, allowing Elaine's eyes to travel over the creamy expanse of her furrowed belly down to the patch of blonde hair that covered her pubic mound.
Elaine watched hungrily as the thin material of the nightgown slipped down over Penny's ample charms. It did not really conceal them, being almost transparent, but rather seemed to emphasize them, to put them on display in an attractive package.
"And now, young lady," the gray-haired woman said, "did you brush your teeth this evening?"
"No, ma'am," Penny said with head bowed.
"And did you wash your face?"
'"No, ma'am," the voluptuous teenager repeated.
'This is too much!" Elaine exclaimed. "Here I find you sitting around past your bedtime still not in your nightgown. And now I find that you have not even made the rudimentary preparations for bed.
It is insufferable! I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you severely, child."
Penny looked up sullenly at her client. She could tell that a show of defiance or disrespect would heighten Elaine's excitement. She herself could feel a twitching sensation in her loins as the contrived situation developed.
"I won't do it again," she said, not at all submissively. "Please don't punish me." The words had a strange affect on Penny. All her life She had been afraid to show even this much resistance to her father, and voicing this little complaint in her present situation had an odd undercurrent, of release for her.
"That is the last straw!" Elaine barked. "Such impudence!" The older woman now sat down on the edge of the divan. She was a fetching sight in her stockings, garter belt, and hose. Penny's eyes were drawn to her salt and pepper pubic patch as she turned and looked down at her.
"You will lie across my lap immediately!" Elaine commanded. Penny did as she was told. Elaine moved her body back so that the younger woman's hips were astraddle her own, and Penny's chest, arms, and legs were resting on the divan.
Elaine held her breath as she grasped the hem of Penny's nightgown. Slowly, she drew it up over the teenager's shapely calves and thighs. She ran a trembling hand over those creamy pillars, finishing up by covering the firm, creamy buttocks. Then she drew the gown up over Penny's waist. There was still a layer of material between the two women's thighs, but the younger girl was now nude in the rear from the waist down.
Elaine gazed lustfully at the pert globes below her. She let her eyes wander down to the crease that ran along the bottoms of the cheeks where they met the upper thighs. Then she swept them back up to take in the cute dimples just below the small of Penny's back.
Without taking her eyes from Penny's ass, Elaine raised her hand over her head and brought it down forcefully on its target. The older woman sighed as she felt the impact of her palm on the cheeks, and reveled in the giving texture of the flesh. She could feel her pussy burning as she raised her hand again. She had been greatly stimulated by the sight of Penny undressing for her, but the actual act of administering a spanking to the luscious young girl was causing her cunt to quake and release great quantities of juices. She could feel the moisture on her swelling outer lips as she pressed her clenched thighs even closer together. Her hand descended a second time, with greater force. Penny yelped in pain. This was the third bare-buttocks spanking she had received in less than two days, and the flesh of her tender ass cheeks was still sore from the first two.
But the pain was overshadowed by the growing heat in her loins, and she moved her hips sensuously against Elaine's as the beating continued. She ground her pubic mound against the older woman's upper thighs through the fabric of the nightgown. She sighed between blows as she felt the lips of her vaginal cleft pushed together around her swollen clit by the maneuver.
Elaine smiled as she raised her hand for yet another blow. The young blonde's writhing on her hips showed her that Wayne Sykes had not lied. This little bitch was really enjoying the discipline she was receiving.
WHAP! Penny yelped at the ferocity of the blow even as she felt the outer lips of her cunt coated with a film of moisture seeping out from her inner pussy.
WHAP! Elaine pushed up slightly with her thighs against the pressure of Penny's mound against them. She was getting, hotter and hotter.
WHAP! Penny closed her eyes as the pain of the blow mixed with the pleasure she felt in her groin to spread a warm glow over her entire body.
WHAP! Elaine groaned aloud as she delivered this last stinging blow. Her hand remained at rest atop Penny's quivering globes. Her hands began to knead them, the fingers gathering in flesh eagerly, then releasing it as she enjoyed the abundance of the pert buttocks. .
"Ohhhhhh," Penny sighed as she felt the loving caress on her ass cheeks. She could feel the nipples on her lush tits burning as they pressed, distended, against the confines of her nightgown and the upholstery of the divan beneath her.
Elaine bent her head, shoving Penny's body out toward her knees at the same time, and began to deliver little pecking kisses to the red buttocks. Her tongue snaked from her mouth and began to trace over the pink imprints of her hand as they began to appear on the flesh. Then she suddenly rudely pushed Penny to the floor.
The teenager was stunned as she fell in a heap to the carpet. She lay unmoving, waiting to see what Elaine wanted next.
"Stand up, young lady!" came the sharp command. Penny pulled herself to her feet and stood looking down at the gray-haired woman on the divan. Elaine was lying on the divan with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her arms were linked around her calves as she spoke.
"Now, Penny, this is really too much. I don't think you learned anything at all from your punishment. You are going to have to learn to act like a lady sooner or later, so you might as well start now. A lady's private parts are always clean." She spun, her body around so that her buttocks just hung over the edge of the divan and her shoulders were propped up against the wall behind it. "Now I want you to get down on your knees and clean mine for me.
Right now!"
Penny got to her knees in front of Elaine. Her face was only inches from the other woman's burning cunt as she squatted down, her thighs pressed to the backs of her calves. She supported her body on her palms as she leaned forward and inhaled deeply, savoring the musky aroma of Elaine's pussy. It was the first time she had ever really seen another woman's cunt except for some childish show-off games she had played in school. She studied it, looking at the swollen outer lips, at the pink moist inner lips that were exposed in Elaine's brazen position.
The young blonde leaned forward and just touched the tip of her tongue to the straining button of Elaine's clitoris. She was rewarded with a low moan of passion from the other woman. Then she ran her tongue down the oily slit from the clit down to the cleft of Elaine's clenched buttocks.
Elaine moaned again and slowly moved her legs down, releasing her hold on her calves. Her knees now rested on Penny's shoulders, the calves and feet pressed against the teenager's back on either side of the spine.
Penny's mouth was now pressed tightly against Elaine's pussy. When she snaked her tongue out again, it was drawn into the hot, moist interior of the vagina. She wriggled the tendril of supple flesh around, feeling the quaking walls of flesh that surrounded it.
"Ohhhhnhh," Elaine moaned softly, and bucked her hips gently against the young girl's lips. Penny repeated her probing maneuver, and felt Elaine's hips move again. She began a regular rhythm of lapping, moving her tongue over Elaine's swollen clit, then running it around the inside of the cunt in a full circuit to pass over the button of love again. Elaine's hips picked up the rhythm and began to churn in a circular motion in time to the strokes.
Penny's pussy was on fire as she ate the older woman out. She could taste the rich musky flavor of Elaine's love juices as she lapped, and could feel the moist drops of her own as they oozed from her pussy to lubricate her quivering outer lips. She began to press her thighs tightly together in time to the movements of her tongue. This pressed the outer lips together rhythmically, pursing them around the aroused shaft of her pulsing clit.
Now Penny's head moved back and forth in time to the lapping of her tongue and the churning of Elaine's hips. Regular moans escaped the older woman's throat as she felt the fires of ecstasy rising higher and higher within her.
She moved her hands up her lithe flanks and placed them over her small, attractive breasts. She kneaded the tender flesh, drawing the entirety of each tit into the palm of her hands. The nipples stood out a good quarter of an inch, and burned against her palms. She began to make circular motions with her hands, pulling the flesh of her breasts around in time to the lapping tongue in her pussy. It seemed as though every extremity of her body was involved in the wonderful thing that was happening to her. Lightning ran up and down her spine, uniting her fevered brain with her burning pussy in a molten mass of sensual ecstasy. She could feel her climax building as she ground her pussy into Penny's mouth, forcing the girl's tongue deeper and deeper into the chasm of her womanhood.
Penny could feel her own orgasm approaching. The muscles in her pussy began to contract and relax involuntarily, as though her cunt were filled with a man's meat. Sensations of heat spread from the center of her sexuality to every part of her body. Her lapping increased in speed until her tongue was numb with exhaustion. But still she carried on, driven by the fire that burnt brightly within her.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Elaine groaned and pushed her head back against the wall behind her. She moved it from side to side as her body was convulsed by spasms of incredible pleasure. Her breath came in short pants and spittle drooled unnoticed from the corners of her mouth as she reveled in the volcanic eruption of her tumultuous climax.
Penny's own climax was upon her. She could feel the insides of her thighs grow moist and sticky from the exudations of her quaking cunt.
The two women continued to move against one another as their climaxes reached their peaks and began to abate in intensity. Then they slowly ground to a halt. Elaine's legs, which had been pressing forcefully against Penny's back, relaxed. Penny slid from the older woman's crotch and slid out from under her legs to lie sprawled on her side on the floor. She closed her eyes and drifted euphorically as she relived the heights of her excitement. She had reached a satisfying climax with this woman. Not as tumultuous as she had experienced with men, but very good in any case. She knew now that her earlier diagnosis had been correct. She could only be stimulated to orgasm if the sex act was preceded by a spanking. But, as she lay breathing heavily in the aftermath of sex, she no longer thought of her quirk as a perversion, or a horrible affliction. Rather, it was just another facet of her personality, shaped by her environment and upbringing. Surely, there were worse and more degrading fetishes with which to be burdened.
Elaine stood up from the bed. She lay down a moment next to Penny, and kissed her full on the lips tenderly. Then she stood and began to dress.
Penny watched as the older woman was transformed from the harsh disciplinarian and abandoned lesbian lover she had so recently been, back into the severe figure of a successful business woman of early middle years.
Finally, the gray-haired woman stood before her fully dressed. She smiled down at Penny and picked up her attach� case. Laying it on the bed, she snapped it open and withdrew a small purse. Then she bent down and handed Penny a folded bill.
"This is for you Penny," she said. "You were wonderful I'll surely see you again the next time business brings me to Cleveland."
The woman executive walked to the door and knocked three times. As before, there came the grating of the key in the lock, and the heavy wooden door swung open. Elaine turned and smiled brightly at Penny, who still sprawled naked on the floor, her eyes half-closed. "Ta-ta, my dear," she called cheerily as she stepped into the hallway. The door closed and locked behind her.
Wearily, Penny pulled herself to her feet and sat down heavily on the divan.
Only then did she think to look at the tip she had received. She unfolded the bill and stared at it wide-eyed. A fifty dollar bill! She glanced around the room warily, although she knew rationally that there was no one there, then scurried over to the closet where she had stashed her suitcase. She opened it and placed the folded fifty into a pair of socks.
She replaced the Suitcase with a sigh of relief, and stood. She stretched, bending her body backward, her hands pressed into the small of her back.
According to their agreement, Wayne Sykes would not send her another customer for another hour. Penny Roberts walked slowly into the bathroom and turned on the taps of her sunken bathtub. It was time to relax.
Wayne Sykes sat in the room adjacent to Penny's. He had watched the proceedings in the room with great interest. The mirror, which faced the divan from the opposite wall, was of the two-way variety. The brothel-keeper had been greatly impressed by Penny's performance. Evidently she had been sincere in her insistence earlier in the day that she had decided she really would join the staff of the club.
Sykes looked down at the girl who knelt between his legs. She was licking the last of his come from her lips. He was a highly-sexed individual, and always took one of the girls with him to any of the viewing rooms to service him as he watched the action. Now he stood and put his flaccid penis back in his slacks. He pulled down his vest and headed for the door leading to the corridor. It was time to have a chat with Miss Penny Roberts.
Penny was luxuriating in the warmth of the bath, and didn't even hear the door to her room open. She opened her eyes as she heard the sound of a man clearing his throat in the bathroom. Next to the tub, Wayne Sykes stood looking down at her.
"Well, my dear," he said, "I've just had a very good report on you from a very satisfied client." Sykes didn't want the girl to know she had been observed. "It seems you are really putting your heart and soul into the business."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Sykes," Penny nodded. "You were right. Where else could I make so much money doing something I enjoy so much." She giggled. "I just wish my Pa could see me now. He'd have a heart attack for sure."
"Well, Penny," Sykes continued. "I believe you. And I don't believe in confining my employees any longer than is necessary. From now on you'll have the run of the club. You can even go out if you want. Tomorrow, I'll have Marsha take you to some of the shops in the city and we'll get you a suitable wardrobe. You'll be expected to spend a certain number of hours every day mingling with our guests down in the cocktail lounge.
"And exactly what will that entail, Mr. Sykes?" Penny asked.
"Nothing more than dancing with them when you're down stairs, having a few drinks at the tables. You'll just be a hostess. Just, like I said on the bus. Up in the room is a different story." He smiled.
Penny was overjoyed. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what she would do now that she had her freedom. If things were really rough for Sean back on the farm, she could now afford to send for him. Her eyes glittered at the thought of being reunited with her beloved brother. They had only been apart for a couple of days, but to the young blonde it seemed like ages. She turned her attention back to Sykes as he continued.
"Now, I'll have Marsha send in a dress for you to wear for today. When you're all rested, get dressed and come downstairs and mingle. I'll be there to introduce you to the other girls and some of our clients. Right now, just finish your bath and freshen up. Take a nap if you like. Oh, and I'll leave this on the end table with your costume." He held up a sliver of metal. "Its the key to the room. It also unlocks the door next to the bathroom. That leads to your bedroom. This is your suite now, and you'll be responsible for everything in it. You may keep the key as long as you continue to behave and cooperate. The key is a sign of my faith and trust in you. If you betray that, you lose the key and all freedom privileges. I may even increase the amount of clients you will be required to service. So continue to behave Penny and we will both be happy."
Penny slid back into the warm bath water as Sykes walked from the bathroom.
She sighed as her body was totally immersed in the scented liquid. It had been an exciting two days since she had run away from home. Before, she had been just another farmer's daughter, fearful of the terrible rage of her authoritarian father. Now she was an expensive call girl, ensconced in the finest brothel in the Midwest. Why, even with the two days off a week she had been promised, she would be making almost a thousand dollars for five days work!
As Penny dozed in the tub, her thoughts were of her brother. She wondered what Sean was doing. He would probably be out working on the farm with their father, and wondering the same thing about her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sean Roberts was certainly wondering about his sister's whereabouts at that moment. But he was far from the farm. He had just arrived in Cleveland, and was standing on the street in front of the bus station, amazed at the hustle and bustle of the big city around him. He suddenly realized just how small Lornville really was. He stepped off the curb and was nearly run over by a speeding taxicab. He'd have to watch his step. Back home, people stopped for you when you crossed the street. No such courtesy prevailed in the city.
His eyes alit on a haberdashery across the street. He looked down at his grimy overalls. If he was to go to the poshest cathouse in the middle west, he'd have to get some clothes that didn't look like he'd just come from plowing the north forty.
He waited at the crosswalk for the light to change, mingling with the throng of bored-looking city-dwellers. When the light was green, he crossed and walked purposefully to the men's shop. He entered, and blinked his eyes to adjust them to the artificial light of the store. The clerk stood in front of him, curling his lip in disdain. What could this country bumpkin possibly want in an exclusive Cleveland haberdashery?
Sean saw the look in the clerk's eyes. He felt momentary rage, and remained silent as he brought the Roberts temper under control. Then he mustered up all the coolness and suave sophistication he could remember from the countless nineteen thirties movies he had watched on television.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice not betraying his nervousness, "I've been invited to spend the night at a club in the city, and don't seem to have brought the proper clothes with me. Perhaps you could help me."
"A club?" the salesman sneered.
"Yes. Le Club Risqu�. Do you know it?"
The clerk's expression changed to one of astonishment. Of course he knew Le Club Risqu�. He'd never been inside it, but many of his regular customers were members. Everyone in the city knew of the club. Being selected for membership was tantamount to admission to the inner circles of power and fashion in Cleveland, and the entire middle west for that matter. If he had been invited for an evening at the club, then this yokel must be more than he seemed. Perhaps he was the son of a prominent personage who had dropped out. In any event, the clerk's manner changed to one of obsequious deference.
"Of course, sir," he said. "Were you thinking of a whole suit, or something less formal?"
Sean cringed at the idea of putting on a suit. He had only worn one once, to attend the funeral of a distant relative, and had never been so uncomfortable in his life as he had been in the confines of the blue serge.
He had vowed never to wear one again. They made him feel like he was in a straight jacket.
"No. I think all I'll need will be a nice sports shirt, a pair of slacks, and a jacket. Nothing fancy."
"The clerk led ' him to a selection of ready-to-wear slacks, and helped him select a pair of slightly-tapered cream-colored corduroy. They picked a shirt to match. Looking at Sean's worn winter coat, the clerk suggested a warm sweater. Lastly, they picked out a handsome safari jacket, which fit comfortably over the shirt and sweater.
"And I suppose you'll need a pair of shoes, too," the clerk said, looking down at Sean's manure-encrusted boots. Sean followed his glance and agreed.
They settled on a pair of cordovan loafers that went with the entire ensemble.
Sean went into the changing room to don his new wardrobe. When he emerged, the clerk looked at him approvingly and led him to a mirror.
It was a different person who stared back at Sean from the glass. From neck to toe he was the image of a sophisticated young playboy type. He frowned, though, as he saw the stubble on his unshaven cheeks. He'd have to pick up a razor and get rid of his beard before he went to the club.
Sean lost his feigned air of sophistication when presented with the bill for his new outfit. A hundred and thirty dollars! He peeled off the amount from his bankroll, and looked mournfully at the drastically shrunken wad of greenbacks. If everything in the city was this expensive, he'd have to find Penny in a hurry or wind up flat broke!
The clerk ushered him from the store respectfully; Sean crossed the street, holding the package that contained his farm clothes. He would check them at the bus station. He could buy a cheap razor at the sundries shop in the Station and shave in the men's room. Then, off to Le Club Risqu�!
A little while later, a suave-looking young gentleman stepped from the bus depot and hailed a cab. Sean was unrecognizable as the rudely-dressed hick who had arrived in the city only shortly before. He stepped into the cab as though he had been taking them all his life. In fact, this was the first time he had ever been in anything other than a pickup truck or one of the old jalopies driven by some of his farmer friends.
"Do you know where the Club Risqu� is?" he asked the driver.
The cab driver leered at his fare in the rear-view mirror. He sighed in envy as he thought of the club's reputation. "I sure do, Mac," he replied, and steered the cab out into the stream of traffic.
Sean relaxed against the back seat of the cab as it drove through the busy city streets. He was agog at the tall buildings and thousands of fashionably dressed people he saw as they drove. How exciting it would be to live in a great city like this!
The cab pulled over to the side of the street and into a large parking lot.
Sean looked out in amazement. They were stopping at the beat-up looking door of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. It looked incredibly dingy in the bright sunlight. He looked at the driver quizzically.
"Here ya are, bud," the cab driver said. "That'll be two-forty."
"This is the Club Risqu�?" Sean was sure the man was pulling some kind of a joke on him.
"Sure is, Mac. Take a look at those cars if you don't believe me."
Sean looked around the parking lot. There were perhaps thirty or forty cars in it. They were all expensive limousines. Several had chauffeurs sitting behind the wheels, patiently reading newspapers as they waited for their employers.
"All you do is knock on that door there," the driver said. "Are you sure you're welcome here, bud?"
Sean didn't reply to the driver's question. He paid the fare, adding a small tip at which the man curled his lips, and stepped out of the cab. It took off, leaving him standing by the back door of the warehouse. He stepped forward and knocked timidly. A small peephole opened, and a gruff voice challenged him.
"Whaddya want?"
"Is this Le Club Risqu�? I have this card..." Sean fumbled at his wallet and produced the card he had been given. He held it up to the peephole. After a moment the door swung open and he stepped into the luxurious ante-room into which his sister had been ushered only the previous night. He was confronted by a burly doorman in a tuxedo. He looked more like the conventional image of a thuggish gangster than the employee of an elegant club. He looked Sean up and down, then extended his hand for the card. Sean gave it to him, and he studied it briefly.
"I'll have to check this out with the boss," he said, pocketing the card.
"You just wait here 'till I get back."
Sean sat on a plush chair in the ante-room and watched the broad back of the doorman disappear as he turned a corner. He could hear the heavy Stomping of the man's feet as he ascended a staircase that Sean couldn't see. He tried to relax. There were a pair of closed French doors in front of him. From them he could hear the sound of music and laughter. He wondered what was going on in there. Oh, well, he would find out first hand soon enough.
After a few minutes, Sean heard the sound of feet descending the hidden stairs. A tall, handsome man in an elegant suit appeared with the doorman.
He was holding Sean's card.
"Where did you get this, young man," he asked.
"From so me friends of mine in Lornville," Sean answered.
"Not Rebecca and Elvira Miles?"
"Well, yes." The man had smiled, more to himself that at Sean. Obviously, he had some pleasant memories of the Miles sisters.
"Well, well. I haven't seen those two in years. How are they?"
"They're fine, sir."
"Good, good. Any friend of theirs is a friend of mine. Young man, you've got the run of the place. Just tell anyone that you are the personal guest of Mr. Sykes and they'll give you whatever you need on the house. What's your name and what brings you to the city?"
"My name is Sean Roberts, sir, and I came to look for my sister. She's run away from home, and I want to find her and take her back."
Wayne Sykes' eyes narrowed as he listened. This was an unwelcome and unexpected turn of events. His mind raced as he looked for a solution. He decided to let events take their course. The young man couldn't leave the building without his knowledge; He'd talk to the doorman about that. He looked Sean over. The boy was very well-built, and shared his sister's blonde good looks. The club did hire a few suitable young men to satisfy its female members. Perhaps something could be worked out.
"Why don't you go on into the lounge and relax. Have a few drinks, maybe something to eat. After that, we'll see what we can arrange for your private entertainment." He leered as he walked to the French doors and opened them.
Through the gap, Sean could see the huge room, with its tables of drinking and eating patrons. The orchestra was playing, and couples moved gracefully around the dance floor.
Wayne Sykes watched Sean Roberts walk into the ballroom, His mind was racing with all the possible plans he could implement to neutralize the threat the youth posed to his operation. The boy did not look like a carbon copy of the cruel father that Penny had described to him in their interview that morning. She had briefly spoken of her brother, and her eyes had drifted dreamily. Now, seeing the love that had shone in Sean's eyes when he had mentioned his sister, a wild thought occurred to the brothel-keeper. Perhaps the two siblings were lovers! Sykes threw his head back and laughed out loud at the thought. Then he saw Marsha on the dance floor. He caught her eye and beckoned to her. She excused herself to her partner and crossed the floor.
"What's up, Wayne?" she said.
"Marsha, I want you to go up to Penny's room and tell her not to come down here yet. I'm going to be sending her a very special customer. You can tell her that. Tell her that she is going to entertain one of our most special members."
Sykes laughed again as he walked into the ballroom to join Sean. Marsha looked at his back quizzically as she turned to walk up the stairs to Penny's suite.
An hour later, Sean Roberts was feeling no pain. He had had two martinis with Sykes before lunch. They had shared a bottle of wine with their steaks.
Now he was sipping his second brandy. For a boy who had never touched alcohol except for the moonshine of the night before, it was a heady experience indeed. He had never had such a good time in his life. Wayne Sykes was the nicest fellow he had ever met. He slapped his knee in appreciation of the last bawdy story the brothel-keeper had told, and lifted his glass in a toast.
Now Sykes leaned over the table and looked into the young man's eyes. They were a little glazed from drink, but returned his stare steadily enough.
"Well, Sean," Sykes said, "I guess you're about ready for a little female companionship, eh? I'll bet Rebecca and Elvira told you a lot about the club, didn't they?"
"Well, not a lot. But they did tell me I could learn more here in a couple of hours than most people pick up in a lifetime."
"And they were right, too. Now, I've got a little lady all lined up for you.
She's brand new, and one of the best I've got. She's upstairs just waiting for you now. How about it?"
Sean looked around the ballroom at the many beautiful young ladies in their elegant dresses. He had assumed that he would be allowed to make his choice from among them. But if Sykes had something special lined up for him, he would go along with the other man's wishes. After all, Sykes was the expert!
The brothel keeper gestured to Marsha, who was standing drinking with a group of well-dressed businessmen. She excused herself and came to the table.
"Sean Roberts," Sykes said, "this is Marsha Farnham."
Marsha's eyes widened at the mention of Sean's name. It couldn't possibly be that this was Penny's brother. But as she saw the look of impish glee on Wayne Sykes' face, she suddenly realized that it must be true. That was why the handsome brothel-keeper had burst out laughing before in the ante-room.
She hoped he knew what he was doing It seemed like a pretty dangerous game to her.
Sykes put his arm around Sean's shoulder. "Marsha," he said, "I want you to take Sean here up to the new girl's room. I hope you told her to expect a very special customer."
"Yes, I certainly did," she replied.
Sean stood and started to walk from the table. He stopped a few feet away as Marsha bent down to catch Sykes' whisper.
"Be sure to throw the bolt on the outside of the door," he hissed. "I don't want these two able to leave that room until I know the situation."
Marsha nodded and took Sean's arm. Together they left the ballroom. Sean was trembling slightly. How exciting it was to be royally entertained in this elegant house of pleasure!
Marsha and Sean did not speak as they climbed the stairs. Sean could feel a tingling in his groin as he anticipated the delights to come. Marsha was preoccupied with her worry that Sykes was making a big mistake.
Then they stood in front of the heavy wood door leading to Penny's suite.
Marsha opened the door for him. It was not, of course, locked any longer since Penny was now a willing inmate of the brothel. She peeked in. Penny was nowhere in sight. Good! Marsha had told her to wait in the bedroom, and she had followed instructions. She ushered Sean into the sitting room.
"The young lady awaits you in the bedroom," she said as she began to close the door. Then it was shut, and she drew the bolt on the outside, locking Sean and Penny inside.
Sean looked about the sitting room in amazement. Never had he seen such luxury before. The furniture in the room alone must have cost more than all the contents of the Roberts farmhouse. He stood, rooted in awe, for a moment. Then he smiled as he remembered the reason for his presence in the midst of all this elegance. He stepped across the plush carpet toward the open door of the bedroom.
Penny was sitting at the vanity in the bedroom, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She hummed a cheerful tune as the brush slid through her long golden locks. Then she heard a rustle of movement behind her. She looked in the mirror and almost dropped her brush. She saw the reflection of her brother Sean in the mirror. But not the Sean she had left behind. This was an elegantly-dressed young man, looking at ease and self-assured, if a little cocky. She couldn't move for a moment, but sat frozen at the vanity.
Sean stood in the doorway and looked approvingly at the girl brushing her hair. He couldn't see her face in the mirror, but her long blonde hair reminded him of Penny. So did the lush contours of her voluptuous body as he leered at it through the sheer silk of her clinging peignoir.
Slowly, the girl swiveled around on her stool. Sean's jaw dropped as he saw the lovely features of his beloved sister.
"Penny!" he exclaimed in surprise and horror. "What are you doing here?"
Penny's mind had raced as she had sat looking at Sean's reflection. This could not be a coincidence. She had no idea how Sean had gained entree to the exclusive club, but she was sure Sykes would not have sent him up here if he had not known of the relationship between the two. She smiled. Without knowing Sykes' motivation at all, she still appreciated his actions.
Penny was a different girl now than She had been two days before. She was completely committed to her new life now. If only she could convince Sean not to make trouble for her, or for the club. Of course! That must be why Sykes had sent Sean to her. If he was in Cleveland, it could only be to look for her. And it would be far better if their encounter came here and now rather than in some chance meeting on the street. She smiled at her older brother.
"Why, Sean," she purred, "I could ask you the same question. Don't you know what kind of place this is?"
"Yes, I do," he replied angrily. "I don't know what you're doing here. Did they give you some sort of drug? Well, no matter. You're getting out of here right now."
He stepped forward and grabbed his sister's arm, yanking her to her feet.
His resolution faltered as he saw the lush fullness of her breasts straining against the material of the peignoir. Then he began to pull her toward the door.
Penny was unconcerned as she allowed herself to be dragged across the sitting room floor. Surely, Wayne Sykes wouldn't have sent Sean to her without taking certain precautions in the event that the boy's temper got away from him. She smiled as Sean began to fruitlessly pull at the doorknob.
He turned to her angrily.
"This thing is locked from the outside!" he spat.
Penny smiled conspiratorially at her beloved brother. "Of course it is Sean.
I'm a valuable piece of property here to Mr. Sykes! He's not about to just let you come in here and take me out! Come, Sean," she said, "come over to the couch and sit beside me and I'll tell you all about it."
Now it was Sean's turn to be led across the floor. His eyes wandered over his sister's body, lingering on her plump buttocks as he remembered his vivid hallucination in the park the night before. His cock began to stiffen involuntarily as he was led to the divan and gently pushed down upon it.
Penny began to speak, holding Sean's hand clasped in both of her own. She told him of the bus ride from Lornville, and of the way Wayne Sykes had lured her into the brothel. She shuddered as she described her first humiliating encounter with Rod Glen, then quickly passed over the incident as she saw Sean's anger rise anew. Then, in hesitant embarrassment, she began to describe for him the strange longing to be spanked, which was linked in her mind with sexual fulfillment. His eyes widened as she told him of the strange desires their father's punishments had awakened in her.
Then she began to tell him of her conversion to the life of a call girl. He looked at her uncomprehendingly as she told him how much money she was making on the job.
Sean's attitude began to soften at this point.
Fifty dollars just for going to bed with some dude?
Not bad!
He was lost in thought as Penny prattled on.
Penny noticed Sean's inattention. She smiled as she saw that his tense rage had left him. He was staring sightless into space as Penny took his hand and placed it firmly on her breast. The nipple started to swell and stiffen against his palm. He turned his head and smiled at her. His hand began to close over her lush tit as his cock rose in his pants. He lowered his head and kissed his baby sister. Their mouths opened and their tongues tangled as Sean's hand roamed up and down her curvy body at will.
Penny pushed his hands away and stood up. "I think it's time to repair to the bedroom," she said. As she walked toward the door, Sean was captivated by the globes of her buttocks as they rose and fell with her movement. He stood and followed her.
Penny jumped on to the large comfortable bed and lay on her back, watching her handsome brother approach. She could see the bulge in his pants, and yearned to have his swollen cock in her burning cunt.
Sean began to shuck off his clothes as he advanced. By the time he stood at the foot of the bed he was naked. His cock pointed straight at his sister like an avenging spear, all eight inches stiff and throbbing. Penny got to her knees and crawled to the foot of the bed. She reached out and cupped his hanging balls, squeezing them gently, then moved her hands up to encircle his pulsing organ. She leaned down and enveloped the bulbous head in the oven of her mouth.
Suddenly, Sean stepped back and stood, hands on hips, looking down at his lovely blonde sister. "So," he said. "You like to be spanked. Well, I think you deserve a good spanking for this little caper. Running off and leaving me all alone in that hick town while you get yourself set up in this swank joint here in the city." His tone was mock serious as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Penny's body to him.
Penny moved over Sean's knees. For the second time that day she felt tender hands raising her nightgown up over her shapely thighs to her waist.
Sean looked down at his sister's perfect ass cheeks. They were still a little red from the repeated punishment they had taken in the last two day.
He bent his head and delivered an affectionate kiss to each. Then he raised his hand and brought it down to strike her quivering buttocks.
"OOOOWWWWWWW!" Penny yelped. The burning pain was intense as his hand struck her abused behind. But he did not stop his spanking. After two or three strokes, Penny began to feel the familiar twitching in her love tunnel that had come over her during her earlier beating. She could feel Sean's rock-hard cock pressing up between her thighs, throbbing in passion, twitching as each blow was delivered.
Sean stared avidly at Penny's round, upturned buns as his hand rose and fell rhythmically. His cock was buried between her thighs, and he felt rushes of pleasure through his body as the warm flesh was pressed to his rod with each blow. Over and over again he spanked her, watching her buttocks redden. Her hips were moving gently against his as her passions rose. This added to the stimulation of his penis. Suddenly, he knew that he had to have her right away or he would lose control.
Penny moaned in disappointment as Sean stopped spanking her. Her pussy was moist and ready. She could feel the juices flowing over her outer lips. She moved readily when Sean pulled at her body, rolling off his hips and sprawling on the bed in wanton position. Her legs were spread wide, her knees up. Her lovely cunt was hidden only by the tent of her peignoir.
Sean crawled over to her side. With the ferocity of need he ripped the expensive nightdress from her body and feasted his eyes on her alabaster nakedness. His head dipped to her tits. He sucked one erect nipple into his mouth, and tried to get as much breast flesh as possible in his clutching hands. He kneaded her breasts with his eager fingers as he moved his mouth from nipple to nipple, sucking both into full erection.
Then he moved his head southward. He ran his tongue along the wide furrow that divided her lush, sloping belly. It dipped into her cute navel for an instant, then continued on its route to the main spot.
Penny just lay back on the pillow and sighed breathlessly. She could feel her arousal growing with each inch that Sean's mouth moved closer to her quaking cunt. Then he was there. She could feel his lips as they spread wide, enclosing her entire pubic mound. She shivered as he breathed hotly into her golden curls. The air passed over her pubic cleft, and further stimulated her clit, which was already pushing at the outer lips, seeking the source of its passion.
Sean dipped his head between his sister's outstretched thighs. He inhaled the heady musky aroma of her womanhood, then glued his lips to her cunt. His tongue darted from his mouth and buried itself in her warm moist interior.
"Oh, Sean," she sighed. She moved one hand down and placed it on top of his blond head, pressing against it to tell him where he was giving her the most pleasure as his tongue moved and wriggled in her snatch. It touched the shaft of her swollen clit, and she closed her eyes and moaned as waves of warm pleasure swept over her body.
Sean felt the quivering in his sister's pussy as he lapped away at her. He knew that she was being turned on to a great degree by his tongue. He bucked his hips and straddled her face with his knees. She opened her eyes at the movement and saw the purple head of his erect cock only inches from her face. She reached her hands up and grasped his muscular buttocks, pulling his cock down to her waiting mouth.
Sean moaned into the depths of Penny's pussy as he felt his cock enveloped in the moist warmth of her mouth. She pursed her lips around the head and sucked for a moment. Then she removed the cock from her mouth and began to kiss and lick all up and down the shaft. She moved her mouth down to the base and licked his hairy balls, then worked her way back up again to the head. She sucked it into her mouth, and pulled it all the way to the back of her throat. She had a good four inches of his cock in her hot cavern. One of her hands flew to the four inches of the shaft that she did not hold in her mouth as its mate moved to squeeze his balls. Her sucking grew frantic as she felt the electric waves of her impending orgasm start to shoot up and down her body. She moved her hands up to his buttocks, spreading them wide apart as she ran her fingers up and down the valley between them. The fingertips brushed against his tight asshole, and he groaned into her cunt at the touch. His tongue was moving madly over her clit, up and down her vaginal slit.
"Oh, Sean," she sighed, her words muffled by his cock in her mouth. Her breath was coming in short pants, moving through her nostrils as her tongue moved rapidly over the head of her brother's pulsing member. I Penny's hips began to revolve in a circular churning motion, pressing her cunt ever more tightly to Sean's lips. He started to suck at her pussy even as his tongue continued its mad dance inside. He was startled when the muscles of her cunt suddenly contracted, trapping his tongue between her sopping lips. Then they relaxed and he kept on moving his pliant flesh in and out of her honeypot.
Penny began to moan continuously from low in her throat. She felt an instant reaction in Sean's cock as the vibrations of her moaning shot through his throbbing shaft. He began to buck his hips up and down, moving his cock in and out of her mouth in time to the lapping of his tongue in her cunt.
Penny's fingers continued to move up and down the valley of her brother's ass. One finger stopped and pressed against the tight sphincter. It relaxed at her touch, and she slid fully into the heat of his rectum. She began to move it about inside him. As she did so, the tempo of his fucking in her mouth picked up, as did his speed of lapping in her pussy.
Sean groaned into Penny's wet pussy as he felt her finger pass over his sensitive prostate gland. Then it was pressed against the rigid base of his cock, pushing against it through the thin membrane that separates the rectum from the genital region. His tongue whipped in and out of her snatch with blinding speed. He moved his mouth up and sucked at the erect bud of her clit, eliciting a low moan that sent his cock soaring in stimulation.
Great waves of lightning-like heat were sweeping over Penny's body. Every square inch of her creamy flesh was alive with excitement. She almost passed out from sheer joy as fantastic colors swept over her closed eyelids. It was a wholly psychedelic experience as she tossed her head from side to side, moving Sean's hips with the hands on his buttocks and the finger in his asshole so that his movements matched hers exactly. Her hips were churning madly on the bed, pushing her pussy ever closer to his lips. His tongue was driving her completely mad. She arched her back as she felt the peak of her orgasm growing over her entire body. At the same time, she felt spasms start to shoot through Sean's massive cock. Then he erupted, shooting rivers of hot, salty come into her mouth. She strained to swallow every last drop as her own body took off like a skyrocket, responding to every minute sly movement of the tongue in her twat. She was intensely aware of the burning of her nipples as they pressed into his abdomen. Their writhing bodies slid around on each other as they exuded vast quantities of sweat in the culmination of their lust. .
Finally they lay still. Sean still sprawled on his sister's body, his head drooping between her outstretched thighs. He gave her pussy a loving kiss as he felt his softening cock slide from her lips. Then he rolled off her and moved his body up until they were lying side by side. He gave her a passionate, lover's kiss. He could taste the salty flavor of his own come as their tongues met and dueled. But it didn't bother him. He had found what he wanted most in the world, the sweet love of his gorgeous sister. Nothing else mattered. He would never go back to the farm. He would stay in Cleveland and look after his sister. On that note he drifted on a wave of euphoria, totally spent.
After a few moments, he sat up in alarm. He had just remembered the circumstances of his sister's employment. He looked down at her. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He leaned over and poked her in the ribs. "Hey, doofus," he said, "wake up. I've got to talk to you."
She stirred, then opened her eyes sleepily. She smiled at her brother. For a moment, she thought she had been dreaming, then she realized that it was true. Her brother was beside her in the Club Risqu�, and they had just finished a satisfying workout in the bedroom of her suite.
"What is it, Sean?" she asked.
"We've got to figure out what we're going to do. I can't just go back to Lornville and leave you here. I want to be close to you. To see you. To hold you. To..."
Penny smiled at her brother's shyness. She wanted to fuck him over and over again too. "Well," she began, "like I told you, I'm going to be making a lot of money here. I could rent you an apartment nearby. We could be together when I go out, when I'm not working.
And I can probably get you a pass to the club so that you could come and see me here when you want to."
So absorbed in each other were the two siblings, that they started violently at the abrupt interruption of another person's voice in the room.
"I think I could arrange something even better than that." .
They turned in shock and surprise. Not five feet from them, near the foot of the bed, stood the neatly-dressed figure of Wayne Sykes!
The two people on the bed stared in horror at the brothel-keeper. He just smiled and watched them, waiting for them to recover their composure. When they had calmed down a bit, he began to speak.
"Now, this is a little house secret around here," he began, "but every room in the upstairs is equipped with a two-way mirror. The one in this room is right over there." He pointed to a gilt-framed mirror on the wall opposite the bed.
Sean started to rise threateningly from the bed. Then he was overcome with embarrassment as he realized what a ridiculous sight he must make, naked on the bed, his limp cock slapping against his thigh. He sat back down and glared at Sykes.
"Now, don't go getting all hot and bothered," the man continued. "After all, I've got a business here, and I've got to know that my customers are getting what they pay for. Now I've got a proposition for you two, and I want you to listen to it very carefully. Sean, I've got quite a few women members. They come here for the same reason as the men, to get their ashes hauled. I've just watched you in action. You're hung like a real stud, and you know how to use it, too. I think that with a little training, I could put you on here. You'd make good money, and get your room and board free, the same as Penny here."
Sean thought for a moment. "That sounds pretty good," he finally admitted.
"But you said you had a proposition for the two of us."
"And so I do. But first, why don't we go inside and have a drink?" The tall, handsome brothel-keeper turned and walked from the room. They could hear the clinking of glasses as he walked to the bar and began to fix a round for them all.
The two Roberts children pulled on bathrobes in the bedroom to hide their distracting nakedness, then walked hand in hand into the living room. Sykes was already seated on one of the chairs. He waved them to the divan. There were already two drinks all made and sitting on the end table.
"Here's my proposition," he said as the young people sat down. "I don't know if you two realize it, but you're as alike as two peas in a pod. Not like twins, mind you, but there is an unmistakable family resemblance. You both have the same beautiful blonde hair, the same fine features and pale complexions. Now there are two ways to exploit this. One is obvious. I have a lot of members who get off on threesomes. I know a lot of them would enjoy it even more if the other two partners were brother and sister."
Sean was a little shocked. Share his sister with another man! Or another woman! Then he realized that it was not the sex that bound him to his sister. He had already accepted the fact that she would be making love with other people while she worked at Le Club Risqu�. It was a bond of totally unselfish love that made them the tight pair they were. He was suddenly confident that there would be no problem if the two of them were to engage in group sex. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more exciting the idea became. His cock gave a little twitch as he envisioned himself in bed with his sister and another woman. That would be even better than the session he had had with the Miles sisters.
"All right," he said. "What's the second angle."
"Well," Sykes said, "I have a lot of connections in the film business. I think a high class porno movie starring a brother and sister as attractive as you two would be a smash. I'd be willing to cut you in for a percentage."
Sean and Penny thought that one over for a minute. Then they turned back to Sykes smiling. They didn't have to speak. They each knew that the other would never object to immortalizing their love on film.
Sykes smiled. This had indeed been a lucky couple of days for him. He had not only snagged the sweetest little piece of ass to come down the pike in a long time, but her equally desirable brother as well!
"Tell me," he said, "are there any more of you at home?"
Sean and Penny smiled as they shook their heads regretfully. Their hands were locked together as they sat on the divan.
Sykes raised his glass. "A toast!" he said. "To the success of our partnership!"
The Roberts children raised their glasses and drank deeply. Then Sykes stood and beamed down at them.
"Well," he said, "I'm afraid I have urgent business elsewhere. It's no easy job running a club like this, as you'll soon realize after you're here a while. To celebrate, I'm going to give Penny the rest of the day off.
Whenever you're ready, Sean, go downstairs and see Marsha. She'll get you squared away with a room for yourself. You won't start work until tomorrow.
I suggest you two go out on the town tonight. Ask Marsha, and she'll get you some identification that shows you old enough to drink. Go out and have a ball. You can use that fifty that Elaine gave you this afternoon, Penny."
Penny flushed as she realized that Sykes had seen everything that had happened in the living room that afternoon, and had seen her furtively hiding the tip she had received.
Sykes walked to the door and opened it. "Of course, this will no longer be locked," he said as he gave them a parting smile and walked into the hall.
The door closed behind him.
Sean and Penny looked at each other excitedly. Then Sean stood and pulled his beauteous sister to her feet. He led her into the bedroom, shucking his robe as they walked. At the foot of the bed, they halted, and his hands went under her robe to cup her full, firm ass cheeks. He kneaded them with his fingers as he felt his cock rise and swell. He leaned forward, the two young people fell in a heap on the bed, laughing gaily.
As Sean's mouth moved to cover hers, Penny thought of all that had happened to her in the last two days. How lucky it had been for her that Pa had caught her masturbating the morning before. Otherwise, she would never have come to Cleveland, never have met Wayne Sykes, never have been reunited with Sean under these lusty and profitable conditions. Her last thought as she sank into the euphoric land of sexual ecstasy was that they really should do something for Patrick Roberts, who had been responsible for it all.
EPILOGUE Patrick Roberts lay in bed, thinking. It had been three months since his only two children had up and left him for the big city. He hadn't heard from them at all until the previous day.
He reached over to his night table and picked up the envelope that lay there. He pulled the letter from it and read it once more in the pale morning light.
"Dear Pa," it began, "Please do not be mad at us for running away. The farm is your life, but we have decided that it will never be ours. We are very happy here in Cleveland, and have both found good jobs. Do not try to find out where we are, for you will not be able to do so.
"It's not that we hate you. Pa. We both love you. But your values are not ours. We cannot stand any longer being treated as children. It is a new age.
Pa, and people our age are beginning to take matters into their own hands.
The ways of people like you and Grandpa are falling by the wayside.
"So please accept our apologies for hurting you and Ma. But we know that you are both strong and that you will get over it soon. Perhaps, sometime in the future, we can come and visit you, or you could come to Cleveland and we'll show you the city. It's so exciting here. Pa. We meet interesting new people every day now, and are making more money than you've ever dreamed of.
"Enclosed please find the money we took from you. We didn't want to do it, but it was the only way we could get away. You'll also find a hundred dollars extra. We'll be sending you that every month, to help out with the farm, and pay some toward a new hired hand to take our places with the chores. Remember that we love you and Ma dearly, and will always be your children.
"Love, Sean and Penny." | Patrick Roberts studied the envelope. It bore no return address, just the Cleveland postmark. He got up from the bed and lumbered across the room in his long underwear. He counted out the exact amount of cash his children had| taken from him, and set it in a pile on the dresser. Then he held the letter, envelope, and extra hundred dollar bill together by the corners. He struck a match and lit them. He stared at the burning, twisting paper, holding it until it began to sear his fingers. Then he dropped it to the floor and stamped it out with his bare foot, ignoring the pain.
For three generations now, the Roberts family had farmed this land. It had been passed from father to son as a sacred trust. Now his son, the rightful heir to the farm, had deserted him. He was lost, did not know what to do. He did not want their money. He had no idea what his offspring might be doing in the big city to make the kind of money they mentioned, but his puritan soul knew that it had to be the devil's work. It seemed as though he, Patrick Roberts, was being punished somehow. He had always tried to do the Lord's work. And look what had happened.
He stood thinking by the dresser. Then he looked over at the form of his wife, sleeping in the bed. He walked over and nudged her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at him in puzzlement.
"Move over, woman," he said gruffly. She did so and groaned inwardly as he lay down beside her.
Patrick Roberts looked at his wife, not with desire, but with calculation.
She was still in the prime of life. He would start a new family, a new dynasty that might prove out to be worthy of the Celtic heritage which had sustained the Roberts family in the new world. As he reached over and embraced Rosalie Roberts, he forced his mind to forget that he had ever had any children save the one he was going to sire now.
As Patrick's rigid cock entered his wife's body, his desire was not focused on her womanly charms. He had not married his wife for her beauty, but because she had been chosen for him by his father. Rather, he thought of the voluptuous body of his daughter. All his guilt and fundamentalist background could not erase the image in his mind. He saw Penny, bending over the sawhorse in the barn, her pert buttocks high in the air. As he plunged his rod in and out of his wife's pussy, his mind's eye saw the leather strap descending, saw the delightfully-curved spine of his daughter arch in pain.
He saw the broad red welt form on the creamy flesh of Penny's rear.
Patrick fought to force the images from his mind. He tried with all his discipline to banish the revolting lust he felt for his own daughter. But it was no use. His brain was tormented by the picture of Penny's plump ass cheeks writhing under his strap. As his cock surged in and out of his wife's cunt, he closed his eyes and moaned, imagining that it was Penny's sweet pussy he was penetrating. It was Penny's full, firm tits, not his wife's sagging jugs, that he fondled with his fingers. He dreamed that Penny lay beneath him, her shapely thighs wrapped passionately around him.
Patrick Roberts came then, spreading new life in his wife's womb. At the same instant, his brain exploded. The overload of guilt and shameful desire had finally reached catastrophic proportions. His mind could not handle it anymore. He jumped from the bed and ran shrieking to the window. He threw it open and hurled himself out. He landed, unhurt, in a snowbank beneath it.
Then he struggled to his feet and ran, screaming in his madness, across the fields in his long underwear. He felt no cold or pain, only the tremendous need to escape. But there was no escape from his own tortured guilt.
There was a strange smile on the face of Rosalie Roberts as she rose and walked into the hall to the telephone. The old man had cracked at last, she thought as she dialed the number of the county emergency unit. She had seen it coming for months, and had lived in terror; Now, at last, she would be able to have Patrick Roberts put away where he would make no more trouble for her or any member of the Roberts family.
By the following Christmas, the Roberts family of Lornville County, Ohio, was stabilized in a way that no one could have predicted.
On Christmas morning, Rosalie stood on the front porch of the Roberts farmhouse, holding her bouncing new baby boy. She smiled as the new four-door luxury sedan pulled in to the farmyard, and her two grown children clambered out, their arms burdened with presents.
All in all, it had been the most exciting and fulfilling year in Rosalie Roberts' life. With her husband institutionalized, she had had to learn the management of the farm by herself, even as she underwent the rigors of pregnancy. And now, she was prepared to welcome her wayward children home to meet the new heir to the Robert's farm.
Sean had not shown any resentment at being supplanted by the new child. In his conversations with Rosalie on the telephone, he had been able to tell that she was, for the first time in her life, becoming a complete individual. And he was thoroughly enjoying his new life at the Club Risqu�, as was his sister.
Patrick Roberts was undergoing treatment at the State Home, and the doctors there had great hopes that they would eventually be able to cleanse his mind of the guilt and shame which had caused his breakdown. But they warned that it might take several years. Rosalie was more than willing to wait.
She handed her child carefully to one of the two hired hands who flanked her as she stood on the porch, and opened her arms to Sean and Penny. Tenderly, the two teen-agers embraced their mother, feeling a new strength coursing through her body.
As the small group trooped into the warmth of the kitchen, Penny cast a long glance at the ramshackle woodshed standing behind the house. She smiled. How ironic that a vicious beating in that innocuous-looking building, and a nervous breakdown suffered by the man who had inflicted it, should have led to the first true happiness enjoyed by the members of Patrick Roberts' family. Then she followed the others inside, ready for a joyful family Christmas, and a prosperous and exciting new year.
Inside, the kitchen was full of the smells of a Christmas on the farm. Sean and Penny sat down, and breathed in the rich aroma of roasting turkey, and baking pumpkin pie. She had missed the homey atmosphere of the farm during her ten months in Cleveland.
As Sean and Penny watched Rosalie busying herself with the cooking, they could see the evidence of their newfound affluence in the kitchen. There was a new washing machine, new linoleum on the floor, and various other improvements. They knew that the rest of the house would also reflect the regular generous gifts they had been sending their mother.
Sean looked with tenderness at the bassinet in the corner. He could see his young brother's small hands extending up, grasping at a mobile toy. It was good that his father had sired this last Roberts. At least there would now be a fourth generation to till the soil. And without the stern and antiquated patriarchal domination of Patrick, perhaps the new Roberts' heir would grow up to be a normal, well-adjusted young man, with pride in himself and his accomplishments.
