Dee Cooke felt elated this morning and she knew why. Her dad was going to take her with him on a business trip. He had promised her for the past year that when she turned eighteen she could go with him.
Now that she had cajoled him into taking her with him, she knew she would do everything she could to please him.
She spun on her tiny heels toward the bathroom where she proceeded to fill the tub for a good soak. Since they wouldn't be leaving until late tonight she felt as if she should try to relax.
As soon as it was brimming with the suds of her favorite bubble bath, she gently eased herself down into its fluid comfort and emitted an audible sigh.
She stretched her slender legs out languidly in the tub and admired their sculpted loveliness. They weren't quite as long as those of some of the girls she knew but then, she was, after all, only five foot three in her bare feet. She soaped the washcloth and began to scrub her fragile arms, and stared proudly at her full round breasts, jiggling with the motions of her washing. That's where it counts! she mused, deeply proud of the fact that her breasts were already at least a match for her own well-endowed mother's. Lingeringly, she soaped their alabaster perfection, using her bare hands in lieu of the rough washcloth. Immediately, she felt her smooth strawberry nipples perk up against her gently probing fingers. Then, weighing them in her soapy hands, she smiled softly and whispered, "Uh-oh, growing again!" Indeed, she was on the verge of skipping from a B to a C cup, as she had passed from her junior to her senior year in school last year.
Reluctantly, her soft little hands left her breasts and smoothed lightly over the velvet softness of her lower torso, stopping at the narrowness of her waist as she sucked in her breath to see how tiny she could make it. Her delicate fine-boned fingers traced down further to the barely discernible rise of her abdomen and the sparse wedge of light brown pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. She straightened her legs then, resting her narrow heels on the edge of the tub on either side of the faucet, careful not to wet her crisply sweeping jaw-length hair. She was proud of her crowning glory, too. Everyone said it looked so attractive . . . framing her small, pertly featured face.
Idly, Dee began to entwine her fingers in her downy pubic thatch, thrilling as the tip of one sharp nail scraped lightly over the tiny bud of her clitoris.
Golly, Fm lucky to have a father tike I have, she thought with a wistful sigh. He's handsome, and . . . Dee couldn't bring herself to actually say the thoughts she was having. Somehow it made her feel like a slut, she decided.
Trying to push him out of her mind, she drew her hands across her body. Squeezing at the nipple of her left boob, she saw the fleshy nipple rise up erect at the end. She licked her lips and prepared to have some more enjoyment.
She stretched her body out long and felt the soapy water slosh across her belly and across her luscious mounds of breast. She was in a daze; a sleepy daze of horniness and deep absorption in herself. It was too bad, she thought sleepily, that her dad couldn't know how she felt . . . she caught herself and made a firm promise to herself that she could not think of him at all, even when she played with herself so frantically. No!
She brought the soapy washcloth between her legs, gasping at the feel of the fabric as it slid between her thighs and into her pussy. Spreading her legs, she drew the cloth again through the dense folds of her cunt.
The sensation was overwhelming to her. The cloth was slick and warm and it slid across the moist soft lips of her pussy like a warm breeze. Dee put her legs up in the air, and she lightly drew the washcloth back and forth through her crotch, gently playing with herself.
Increasing the pace, she stroked her pussy with harder strokes of the cloth. She began to breathe more heavily, and she felt her snatch warming inside as it grew damp. Soon, she found that her cunt was virtually steaming with the response to her little game. She moaned lightly and began to hump her hips in the tub.
Dropping the washcloth, she ran her finger through the mixture of sexual moisture and warm water, then she put her finger to her lips, just at the very front of her soft mouth, as if she were preparing to administer a tender kiss on a real-life penis. She extended her luscious pink tongue and lightly licked the end of her finger. She giggled lightly as she felt the pussy moisture on her finger. It felt warm and exciting, as her body was now feeling. She sucked on her finger, pretending to suck on a very big cock. Even though in her short fife she had never sucked a cock or felt one, for that matter, it made her feel lewd and sexy to imagine that it was a cock.
Dee found herself breathing harder and salivating heavily as she thought of giant cocks.
Pulling her finger from her mouth she let it touch the nipple of her right boob. The pressure was light but she instantly felt a response to the light touch.
Her nipple sprang up at the end, and she giggled to see how it just shot up into the air. She raised the right side of her hips in the warm water with a tremor of hot pleasure as she stroked her tit. It sent waves of heat and happiness rolling through her exquisite body.
Dee sucked in her belly and watched as it rolled with the hole of her navel bobbing in the soft surface of her skin. She was certainly lusting for a cock. Many cocks, she almost cried aloud. Big hard, hot cocks . . . like Iter father's!
"Yes, yes, yes!" she sighed.
Dee moved down her body with her hand, rubbing the finger lightly along her flesh. She let it caress her knee, causing heat to grow and spread toward her luscious cunt.
She followed the wave of heat with her hand. Massaging the inside of her thigh where the tenderest parts are located, she shivered with the pleasure she was giving herself.
Spreading her legs, Dee played across the entrance to her love channel with her hand. It trembled gently, like the movement of a leaf at the full pink lips of her twat. She drew her fingers across the surface and let the heat build up within, causing her additional excitement.
She felt her cunt excreting a generous quantity of sex sauce, as she had once heard it called: the sweet thick juice she manufactured in such abundance when she was aroused.
Now Dee groaned and let her head fall back gently against the hard edge of the tub. Suddenly she plunged her finger into her hot pussy.
She felt the warm friend probing, thrusting into the damp, tender walls of her snatch. She rolled her hips up and down in the water as she played and let her mouth fall open to a whimper of pleasure. The touch of her finger on her inner surfaces was a lovely shock to her. It was the filling sensation she was so desperate for. She wondered why she had grown so horny ... but, deep down she knew: because she knew she was going to be alone with her father in a motel room in a strange city!
She moved her pelvis up into the air, and she twitched her buttocks with abandoned passion. She began to toss about in the water, and her lustrous hair began getting wet, but she didn't care. Dee was losing herself to the fun she was having; beginning to lose her sense of time and place.
Increasing the movement of her finger, she thrust it into herself with quicker strokes. It was a poor second to actually fucking, she figured, but since she had never fucked how could she really compare. It had to be better because if her finger caused this much pleasure then she was sure a big fat cock would give her so much more pleasure.
Dee moved her finger so that it rose up high in the slight indention of her pussy canal; since the hymen had not been ruptured she didn't get too much depth. Now she flicked her finger across her clit and almost jumped, it was so good for her. She felt her hips swallowing the pressure of her finger with a kind of hunger. Whatever the feeling was, it was delicious to her craving body, she decided.
Throwing her head back she began to moan loudly. "Oh, ohhhhhhh! It's nice! So nice! So fine! So wonderful!"
The gates of her dam were creaking, weakening. She felt she could not hold on. She was peaking, and her thighs were almost numb from the intensity of the sweet pleasure she was now experiencing.
Her pussy was throbbing and very wet with the sauces of her passion. Dee licked her full ruby lips because they had begun to dry from the workout she was giving herself.
She churned and pumped, humping herself with a total loss of inhibition. She gave herself everything.
Shrieking out loud, she knew she could not hold on for another ten seconds. She was sliding into her orgasm and wanted nothing more than for its blessed glories to wash over her and float her away to unconsciousness.
"Hmmmmmm," she cooed incoherently as she felt the touch of her finger on the tip of her clit.
She felt, too, her pussy lips virtually leap out to suck the finger back in. She thought perhaps her cunt had a mind of its own, and she often wondered if she possessed her cunt, or if it possessed her. She let the question fade, and she hunched her hips up hard into her finger. It began to seem dark to her even though the bathroom light was on.
Dee ripped the air with a cry as she came. The sound was not a syllable that could be found in. a dictionary, but anybody who heard it would know exactly what it meant. It meant that a fabulously sexy woman had just gotten off, had come, and had her pussy reamed out so nicely that she almost felt pain from the pleasurable beauty of her orgasm.
Shudders of joy convulsed Dee's prize body, and she lost her sight and her hearing at the release for just a few moments. Pictures, stars, and fights went off inside her head, and she felt the gush of fluid from her sealed-off vagina spread out in a flowing motion, mingling with the bath water as she removed her fingers from between her pussy lips.
Dee knew that if she had had her father's cock in her, she would surely have dug her fingernails into his back, which would also include a few bites on his shoulder, in her present state of joy.
The moments of her explosion passed, but left her with trembling shock waves, residual bursts of joy that gave her body lovely surges of warmth and numbness. Dee felt herself growing drowsy and limp, but she knew she had to get up and dry off, then continue getting ready for the trip with her father.
CHAPTER TWO
The flight was uneventful but Dee was too wide awake to sleep. She stared out the window most of the trip watching the darkness. When they touched down, Dee was tired. The webbing of her seat belt seemed to be cutting into her very waist by then, cinched as it was so tightly that it threw her proud, high-set breasts into nipple-outlining profile.
She pulled the hem of her skirt down over the voluptuous swell of her thighs and crossed her slender nylon-clad ankles, stealing another glance at her wonderful father in the adjoining seat.
Tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, she thought, in a devilish, silken sort of way. Her father had relaxed and slept most of the trip. She noted smugly that the smattering of curling gray hair at his temples made him without a doubt the most distinguished-looking man on the plane.
After they had checked into their adjoining motel rooms, her father, Harry Cooke, suggested Dee take a nap until later in the day so she would feel like having dinner with him. He had a few calls to make.
Later Harry stealthily opened the connecting door and peered into the adjoining suite at the soundly sleeping form of his daughter, Dee. Good! he thought. She took my advice about that nap . . . and now I can go see about a woman! He chuckled. Every time he was in Los Angeles he had a procurer who supplied him with a different-woman.
After he had placed a few phone calls, lining up his appointments for the week, he caught a cab and went out to a house he knew in the Silver Lake district near Hollywood.
The madam was happy to see her favorite client.
"I have just the girl for you. A nice young Mexican girl I just got in from Tijuana," she said. "Do you want to try her now? Then I can send her over to your motel later on."
"Sure," Harry said, "why not? I'm horny as usual."
* * *
From the shimmering wealth of her waist-length raven hair to her pink-lacquered toenails, Maria's kneeling form was a mass of excited, quivering gooseflesh. Delicately, she grasped the stalk of lust-purpled flesh sticking straight up from between Harry Cooke's hair-covered legs which pressed on both sides of her submissive form. Her long, fine-boned feet dangled over the edge of the bed, her toes curled in breathless anticipation. Slowly, she peeled the wealth of his foreskin down over his crimson, egg-sized knob, then back up again in a gently milking motion that caused a cloudy pearl of jism to pool at the inflamed split in the tip. Then, her mouth opened widely to receive him, the mammoth size of his prick rendering it impossible for her to absorb more than the head of it into her succulent oral cavern.
And then, abruptly, his steely fingers wound into her hair and pulled her excitedly bobbing face from his dripping flesh. "On second thought," he reflected lewdly, "I think that I would like to take you in the ass." And immediately, the lithe-bodied young prostitute assumed the required position.
Maria could see her reflection in the full-length mirror that adorned one wall of the room. Her entire body was flushed an angry pink from the excitement and the heat of the warm summer night, and her dimpled buttocks waved sensuously from side to side in lusty anticipation as the lecherous man positioned himself behind her, his massive erection bobbing menacingly before him like a medieval standard with an apple impaled on the end of it.
Maria felt the bed sag as Harry Cooke climbed up behind her. She felt her hips being grasped and positioned slightly, then his middle finger pressing against the crinkled ring of her asshole. Tauntingly, the fingers of his free hand toyed roughly with her clitoris and vaginal lips.
"Do you like ass fucking?" he queried lewdly.
"It is not my place to question your desires," Maria said simply, in precise English, with just a trace of accent. Yet, she felt the preliminary tingles of mixed dread and anticipation course up her spine.
"Now, isn't that too bad?" Cooke rasped sadistically. "I should think a lovely little whore like you would love it"
Maria felt the lewd man's strong fingers drawing away from her hinder parts and caught his reflection in the mirror as he daubed a huge gob of spit on the head of his angry penis.
Oh, God, he is huge! She panicked. Surely I'll be split in two!
Suddenly, she was aware that he was watching her facial expression in the mirror. "Scared, Maria?" he mocked with a lascivious grin.
The moment the pressure began against her nether ring, the girl reached out and gripped the cotton sheets with her fingers, biting her lips to keep from crying out, closing her eyes against the unaccustomed pain.
"I normally prefer younger girls for this form of pleasure," Harry Cooke said calmly, never ceasing his forward momentum. "But I must satisfy myself with you until the time is right for the young one I have in mind."
"AAAuuuggghhh!" Maria protested uselessly. "D-don't please. Ill suck it for you ... anything but this!"
And then, she felt his foreskin being stretched as the long, thick shaft was slowly pressured forward into the narrow, quivering tunnel of her ass. There was a momentary pause, then suddenly it popped inside, past her tightly clenched sphincter ring. "For the love of God, please stop!" she gasped tearfully.
"It's going to hurt a lot more before it gets better!" Harry Cooke spat sadistically. "But don't worry, you'll soon come to love it."
"It hurts too much! No! Please take it out! I can't take it this way!"
"Oh, come now, Maria. You mean to tell me a whore like you has never had it in your asshole?"
Painfully, the young prostitute turned her face to the reflection in the mirror, to her wil-lowly loveliness postured slavishly before the man whose cock was just beginning to fuck into her asshole. Yet, despite the initial revulsion the reflection engendered within her, she couldn't deny the sudden masochistic thrill that coursed up her spine, too. Oh, God, I'm unable to move! she thought as he surged even deeper into her vainly restricting little rectum. His immense penis, like an angry mailed fist, seeped into her body relentlessly an excruciating fraction of an inch at a time, stretching her anal passage beyond all reason. No, no! He'll split me in two! How could any woman ever get any pleasure out of this!
Harry Cooke was actually drooling now as he stared down at Maria's moonlike golden ass, seeing the reddish flesh of her round little anus clinging to his cock like a second skin as he drew back slightly with every forward stroke. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable, even for him, but now it was just right, promising to milk out his sperm in that special climax that came from this type of fucking. It wouldn't be long, at this rate, until he felt the torrent of his come gurgling into the peach-hued softness of the bitch's ass.
"OOOooohhh, you're killing me!" she choked.
Cooke only laughed again at her agonized protests, and she dug her nails into her palms and bit her lips to try not to show the true depth of her humiliated agony. Then, oddly, the pain began to slacken slightly, even though his forward penetration of her continued unabated until she felt the prickly sensation of his pubic hair grazing the soft crevice between the cheeks of her ass. He was in to the hilt! And all she felt was numb!
"See, Maria? You're still alive now, aren't you?" he chortled, cruelly mauling the pliant flesh of her narrow waist in his viselike grip.
"Y-yes," she replied, surprising even herself. "I am."
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Harry, glassy-eyed, began to saw in and out of the girl's stretched asshole, striking a lewd cadence of syrupy friction. She felt oddly wet and morbidly ashamed, and she automatically squirmed back onto his fleshy penis, heaving and undulating her body, moving her rounded young hips back in tiny welcoming circles as if she were actually reveling in the unnatural invasion. With a peculiar reversal of her initial fears, the pain and discomfort began to fade from her mind, only to be replaced by a weird, masochistic desire.
It began to tingle through her, bringing her clitoris erect and quivering, her nipples distended to an almost painful hardness, and her wide-stretched rectum to a delightfully heated fountain of pleasure. Her hips ground back to him in enjoyment with each jolting thrust of the huge prick in her bowels, as her full golden breasts juggled obscenely beneath her bent and yielding torso, the very tips of her swollen nipples teasing against the raspy cotton sheets below.
"How is it now?" Harry Cooke leered commandingly down at her as he watched her changing reactions in the mirror. "Is it good like I said it would be?"
Dear God, she was loving every second of it! She was finding absolute lust in being fucked in the ass by such a monstrous prick . . . just as he'd said she would! "Oh, yes, yes!"
Harry's cruelly mauling fingers left the supple trimness of her waist then to course lightly up her sides and down to her breasts. Slowly, he began to knead them, yet with a steel-gripped authority, his fingers like talons . . . mauling, squeezing, twisting. She was now delirious with delight, and she reached down with one hand to tenderly caress his dangling balls, then forward slightly to the throbbing triangle of ebony hair at her cunt.
Quickly then, she plunged her long middle finger into her open dripping sheath, the nail scraping the soft interior flesh in its rush to embed itself. She could feel Cooke's sperm-filled testicles slapping against the back of her hand as she groaned to the tempo of the double fucking. She dropped her head for a moment and looked between her tortured breasts to where her finger was sunk deep up in her pulsing pussy, and felt another lewd thrill at the visual depravity of it. It was wonderful!
"Fuck back harder, you little whore!" Harry Cooke yelled down at her. "Move that ass!"
"Yes! Anything! Only, come! Please come in meeeeee!" Maria's belly began to convulse then, in long, shattering quivers. She . . . was . . . almost . . . there! "AAAUUUGGG-RRRHHHH! I'm commmmmmmiiiiiinrmnnngggg!"
The finish had come for Cooke as well, as thick hot jets of his sticky semen began to squirt into the young prostitute's hotly caressing anus, filling her tender young bowels with the lewd enema of his passionate excretions. Maria thrust her buttocks back to him in wild abandon now, her every muscle contracting as though she were in the midst of an epileptic seizure.
Still, he kept coming! It felt like he was pumping a pint of it into her asshole. She groaned and squealed like a shameless sow, wallowing in the wickedness of the act she was performing.
"Well?" Harry Cooke chortled down at her, feeling the final spurt of his semen entering Maria's already filled bottom. "Did you finally like it?"
Oh God, how could she not like it!
Meanwhile back in the motel, Dee was brushing her silken brown hair. She was pleased to see it gleaming like polished walnut. She slipped into the new dress she had brought with her. She knew her dad would appreciate what the simple uncluttered lines did for her figure, showing off every voluptuous curve and making her look like something out of a fashion magazine.
She stared at herself in the makeup mirror as she applied a light touch of blusher to her cheeks, then ran her finger across the row of perfumes she had brought, finally choosing a faintly musky fragrance that would make her smell as good as she felt she looked.
When Harry Cooke arrived back at the motel and saw his daughter he let out a low wolf whistle, his eyes roving lecherously up and down her lusciously attired figure as she modeled the dress for him. His eyes bulged their approval as she turned to show off the soft full curves of her breasts outlined beneath the tightly fitting bodice. His lecherous mind burned evilly.
Dee pivoted slowly, beaming happily as she noted the appreciative look on her dad's handsome face.
"Let's go," her father said. "I want to show you off to my business friends."
After dinner, the man her father was having dinner with said, "Dee, my child, your father and I have a lot to talk about tonight, and so I have arranged for my son to take you to a show." He smiled. "Would you like that?"
"Uh, I suppose so," she answered, but she really wasn't too happy. She.wanted to stay with her father, but she knew he had to take care of his business and perhaps he didn't want her in the way.
When the son showed up, the man introduced him. "This is my son, Jerry."
Dee smiled up at him. He was a handsome young man, around nineteen, she figured.
They chatted for a while, then her dad said, "You two run along, Dee, and see you back at the motel later on tonight."
"All right, dad," Dee answered dejectedly, and turned as the young man took her arm to guide her from the room.
"And have a good time!" her dad called after her.
Dee stayed close to Jerry as they left the restaurant. In his car headed toward Hollywood, Jerry said, "I hope you're game for anything. I know a place that has a Double X-rated floor show. You only get in by invitation and I have one. What do you think?"
Dee shrugged. "Okay, I guess." But she did feel a tingle of excitement at the prospect of seeing one of the wild Hollywood shows she had heard about.
When they reached the large house, Dee saw quite a few cars parked alongside. Inside they passed through a beaded curtain and down a long hall to a darkened room at the end. The only light in the room lit a small stage that dominated the far end.
"W-what's in there?" Dee whispered as she and Jerry n eared the door.
"Shhhhh!" he cautioned. "Just keep quiet and come with me!"
She followed him into the darkened chamber and sat down next to him on a low chaise somewhere near the center of the room. She felt a tremor of trepidation in her belly as she sat next to her father's friend's son.
Jerry excused himself momentarily, and Dee used the time he was gone to accustom herself to her surroundings. Unbuckling the straps of her shoes, she removed them and wriggled her nylon-encased toes into the nap of the carpet, relaxingly. Leaning back against the cushions, she placed her hands at her sides and felt the warm crushed leather of the chaise with her slender fingers.
"Here we are, Dee," Jerry said, returning with a large tumbler of wine in each hand. "I brought us some refreshments."
Dee felt the cushions of the chaise sag slightly under his weight just as the curtain opened to reveal on the stage a room that looked, to Dee, like something out of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, it was so luxurious and ornate. Everything was colored in bright hues, and a huge round bed in rich silver satin dominated the center of the stage. The walls were lined with brilliant tapestries and the carpet looked soft and deep.
At first glance, Dee thought the room looked quite pretentious with its elaborate and voluptuous furnishings, but as she studied it more closely, it began to interest her. She had never seen anything like it before, and yet, she had the feeling that wonderful and exciting things could happen in that setting. There was nothing practical about the room; it was almost as though it had been made for pure pleasure.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as a young girl entered from one side of the stage. Dee thought that she was one of the most beautiful girls she'd ever seen. Her figure was slender and perfectly proportioned, and her face wore the happy smile of anticipation. Except for her long red hair, Dee thought the girl looked as though she belonged in that beautiful room. The girl was wearing a harem outfit, complete with sateen bolero top and transparent pants.
As if reading her thoughts, Jerry draped his arm around the back of the cushions and squeezed Dee's shoulder as if to reassure her.
"Lovely, isn't she?" he said softly.
Dee nodded dumbly, only partially listening to his words. Her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. While he had been talking, two men had come into the ornate bedroom setting. Dee was momentarily fearful for the safety of the lovely girl with those men, but one look at the girl's face was enough to quiet her worry. Far from appearing frightened, the girl appeared poised and joyfully expectant as she stood motionless beside the bed. As the two unsmiling men approached her, she closed her eyes and a smile of delight played across her mouth.
Dee shifted nervously in her seat. None of this was making sense to her. The plush bedroom, the two ominous-looking men, and especially the pretty girl's reactions, were confusing her. She was not quite sure what she had been expecting, but she hadn't been prepared for anything like this, and she was thoroughly bewildered and a little apprehensive.
The two men were standing on either side of the attractive girl in the gaudy setting, and slowly, as if teasing her, they began to run their hands over her body. Dee could see that they were barely touching her, and yet the girl responded as though she had been shocked with an electric wire. Her whole body tensed, then trembled slightly as the men's fingertips traveled up and down her torso, lingering provocatively at certain areas of sensitivity.
Dee felt suddenly embarrassed. She stirred restlessly on the leather chaise, but Jerry's arm tightened around her shoulder.
"You must sit still and watch this!" he said firmly.
Realizing that she had no choice in the matter, Dee clenched her jaw and forced herself to go on watching the spectacle before her. As she watched, she saw the two men slowly slip the little bolero top down from around the redheaded girl's shoulders. Dee gasped as the girl's firm, ripe breasts burst into freedom. They stood high and proud, their quivering, turgid nipples standing out in obvious sexual arousal.
They slipped the garment slowly downwards, exposing the girl's slender, sinewy torso. Then, as they repeated their performance with the girl's diaphanous leg coverings, her rusty pubic vee, thighs, and calves came into view. As her costume was tossed aside, the little redhead stretched languidly, as though to display her body to the two men, but still their faces showed no interest or emotion. For a moment, Dee wondered if perhaps they hadn't seen the girl like that many times before!
The girl lay back on the bed now and smiled up at the two men as they stood beside her. Dee could see her mouth opening and closing as they began to massage her breasts in tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into exquisite hardness. Her feet were pointed directly at the audience, and as the girl's legs scissored open and closed in her mounting passion, Dee could see the thin slit of her vagina, nestled like a glistening pink blossom in the auburn softness of her pubic hair. Her buttocks began to squirm slowly down against the satin spread on the bed, and sheer wanton desire gleamed from the girl's half-closed eyes as one of the men began to work his finger up and down the length of the girl's wet, pink slit-Dee squirmed nervously against the cushions of the chaise and felt an electric tingle of sensation as a hard seam brushed against her vulva. It feels good! she thought in surprise, and somewhere in her mind she was wishing that she could put her finger up inside of herself. Something about what was going on up on the stage was making her feel that hot, itchy feeling between her legs. As she sat completely engrossed in what was happening on the stage, Dee suddenly realized that she was breathing harder and her mouth felt very dry. Once again, as if reading her mind, Jerry came to her rescue, reminding her that she had a glass of wine.
Without thinking, Dee downed the refreshing liquid, attempting to cool some of the warmth the salacious images on stage were transmitting to her own body. The soothing warmth of the wine quickly spread through her tingling body and made her thankful that Jerry had given it to her.
Completely fascinated now, she stared at the girl on the bed. Under the expert hands of the two men, she seemed to be going mad as she thrashed on the rumpled coverlet, and Dee imagined that she was begging for something, pleading frantically for some kind of release from the excitement that the men had generated in her naked body.
Relaxed by the potent beverage she had drunk so quickly, Dee squirmed down on the cushion again, not caring if Jerry observed her movements or not. She could feel the wetness spreading between her thighs and she wriggled slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The warm leather rubbed excitedly against her tiny rising clitoris through the material of her dress.
With a sudden burst of perspective, Dee abruptly realized that something strange was happening to her. She had never felt like this before. Was it the pornographic act that she was watching, she wondered, or the wine? Whatever it was, she didn't want to think about it now. Her fascination with the scene in front of her was beginning to stimulate new sensations in her young body, even against her will. Dee leaned back on the chaise, still careful not to break contact with the edge of the leather cushion pressed into the damp crevice between her fevered young thighs, and found herself leaning into Jerry's muscular arm. Too distraught to even think about what she was doing, she allowed herself to relax against it and again directed her attention to the figures on the stage. She barely noticed when Jerry's hand dropped down to the rising swell of her breast.
Suddenly, she saw the two men move away from the girl on the bed. Dee gasped in sympathy for the girl as she watched her stare pleadingly up at the men, begging incoherently with a mouth contorted by passion. Their faces remained stony and unconcerned. But the girl on the bed was worked to such a fever pitch of passion that she now wanted nothing but release . . . any way she could get it.
Turning away in despair from her tormentors, the girl began to run her own hands frantically over her belly, her fingertips dancing over her smooth, firm belly and coming to a halt at the silken hair of her heaving pubic mound. Dee could hear the girl's moan as her fingers slipped downward to the soft, hair-covered lips of her pussy and spread them slowly apart until the wet pink cleft was fully visible, and the glistening, mouth-like opening gaped hungrily. The girl's wanton grinding movements slowed to a halt as she slowly inserted her own middle finger into the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt.
Dee felt petrified with shock as she watched the girl stroking her own obviously inflamed clitoris while the two men stood by and watched in detached amusement. She felt Jerry's big hand squeeze tighter on her breast, but she no longer had the will to protest. She felt hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased in tempo, and she pushed her other index finger next to the one already worming itself inside the warm lips of her excitedly contracting vagina.
The girl's legs thrashed out and her hips rose and fell in time with the deeply probing thrusts of her twin digits. Then, suddenly, Dee gasped as she saw the girl add yet another finger to the invasion of her wet passage, widening the surrounding pink lips until they were thin with strain.
The shock of the sight brought Dee back to reality, and only Jerry's tight grasp on her tingling breast kept her from leaping to her feet and running from the room. Dee was witnessing a scene from a part of her life that she had never known, and it was too much for her to accept all at once. She wanted to escape, but how?
The burly young Jerry sensed her inner struggle and tightened his grip on her shoulder, then whispered into her ear with insistence in his tone, "Relax, Dee! You want to draw attention to yourself?"
Defeated, Dee slumped back against his arm. The relaxing warmth of the wine he had given her drifted lazily through her veins, again easing her mind of fear at the passion raging around in her body. Though still somewhat baffled by what was going on around her and inside of her, she foggily determined that she should still keep her guard up . . . even as she leaned back against Jerry's strong shoulder.
The girl on the bed had become like a crazed demon, her face contorted with the effort of her frantic manipulations. Dee could see her fingers driving in deeper and harder into the tight pink opening as her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Her eyes were wild with frustration, yet still she tried, her hand beating a mad rhythm against her joggling, heaving buttocks, faster and wilder with each passing second of her struggle for orgasm.
Suddenly, Dee jumped, her hand grabbing Jerry's arm tightly, as she saw a wicked-looking little dwarf enter the scene in the bedroom. The girl also responded in terror, her eyes widening and her hand flying to her mouth to keep from screaming. Dee shuddered in fear as she saw the girl try to rise from the bed, but stop quickly as the ugly little dwarf moved toward her, shouting menacingly.
"W-What are they going to do to that poor girl?" Dee managed to gasp to Jerry beside her as she saw the ugly little man immediately jump onto the bed and stand threateningly over the cowering, frightened young girl, his large head positioned just above her vulnerably naked crotch.
"Just watch, Dee," Jerry answered smugly.
Dee sat tensed on the edge of the chaise, closely identifying with the young redhead who now lay paralyzed with fear on the bed. Yet, something about the situation excited and fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The weird thought of that monstrously ugly dwarf hovering over that beautiful, defenseless girl sent unexpected shivers of a strange, feverish excitement tingling through her, and she trembled uncontrollably for a moment. Somewhere ... in another world . . . Jerry was urging her to drink her wine.
The wine had not only relaxed her body, but was beginning to wear down her resistance to what was occurring around her. She couldn't muster the will to resist as she felt the boy reach inside her dress to cup the trembling, sensitive breast he had been touching so intimately through her clothing. He trapped its already distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she was amazed at how good it felt if she didn't allow herself to fight the welling sensation of it. Her nipples were already hypersensitive from her excitement, and they swelled to a pebble-like hardness under Jerry's skilled hand.
Suddenly, it seemed silly to Dee that she had been so frightened and humiliated only moments before. There was a strange fascination in the lewd debauchery of her surroundings, and she felt herself being drawn relentlessly into a whirlpool of new, deliriously wicked passions. She squirmed tighter in her seat, feeling the cushion pressing deeper into the rapidly moistening little crevice down between her thighs. The smoothness of the leather excited the sensitive pink lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny waves of pleasure throbbing in the swollen bud of her clitoris.
Her thoughts returned to the stage as she heard a slight, involuntary gasp from the young man beside her. The little dwarf was lowering his head to the helpless girl's upturned pussy, and suddenly his tongue shot out and slid over the tender pink flesh, all the way from the tightly puckered hole of her anus to the tiny, burning nodule of her clitoris. The girl tensed, then tried to squirm away, and Dee saw the other two men move closer to the bed as though to restrain her if it became necessary. The dwarf dropped his great head and licked again, his long tongue parting her soft pubic hair and flicking relentlessly between the little redhead's legs.
Dee's entire body was covered with goose bumps created by her first contact with the sexual stimulation that results from indulging in the forbidden fruit of loveless sex. She couldn't believe the change that was coming over the girl on the bed. Suddenly, her terrified squirming ceased, and she began raising her buttocks to meet each and every lapping stroke of the dwarfs long, saliva-dripping tongue. Then, to Dee's amazement, the girl, her eyes bulging wide with desire, reached down and grasped the ugly little man's head, kicking her legs up to pull his damp face into her well-lubricated and hungry vagina.
It was as though the girl had undergone a complete metamorphosis. Jerking and writhing on the satin bedspread, she thrust her pelvis upward to meet each ravishing thrust of the dwarfs tongue. Her lips stretched out, baring her teeth, and Dee could hear the girl's incoherent shrieks for more, pleading and encouraging the little man drooling between her legs.
But, once again, Dee saw that the girl was going to be denied her fulfillment. The little man pulled away suddenly and sat back on his haunches, leering down at the desperate, questioning look on her face. "Suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered sadistically. Her face a mask of indignation and horror, the girl shook her head violently in reply to the ugly man's words, but a moment later, Dee saw the girl's expression change to a mixture of resignation and lust. Her natural resistance had vanished under the maddening torture of the dwarfs tongue and, fighting down her revulsion, the girl bent over to touch the semi-hard penis that hung so far down between his legs.
Dee's heart beat crazily as she watched the girl take hold of the lust-swollen red rod and begin to milk it, first gently, then with increasing vigor as she gained confidence. Dee flinched in fear as he began responding, his natural savage lust kindling and jerking his muscles to life, but the girl labored slowly and carefully, squirming her buttocks into the satin spread to further ignite the fires raging in her loins.
A strange combination of pleasure and fear showed on the little redhead's face as the glistening wet penis hardened instantly, dancing and jerking in her hand as the ugly dwarf began to hump obscenely and squirt tiny jets of semen onto the bed. Then, at a command from the ugly dwarf, the girl twisted around on the bed, then climbed up on her hands and knees.
Dee, too, was beginning to wonder if she hadn't lost control of her senses. The insistent, aching hunger deep in her belly was getting stronger every moment she sat there viewing the obscene spectacle. She was breathing harder, almost gasping for air as she squirmed frantically down against the chaise cushion with the wet, swollen lips of her burning pussy, trying vainly to quell the newly aroused needs that were driving her to distraction. Jerry's hand working expertly over her swollen tingling breasts only made her more distressed, and yet, she could not find the courage . . . the will to make him stop. Glassy-eyed, she gazed in abject fascination at the strange drama being enacted before her innocent eyes.
Dee suddenly became aware that her escort had again turned toward her and dropped his free hand down on her stockinged knee, slipping it upwards toward the fullness of her bare upper thigh. Startled by the unexpected contact, she tried to squirm away, but Jerry's other arm clamped tightly around her shoulders, and she could only slide her damp buttocks a short way on the leather chaise. Even in her distress, the friction of the leather and the silk of her panties against her feverishly excited young pussy sent a flash of electrifying sensation up her spine. The lecherous young man was lifting the hem of her dress, sliding his huge hand along the naked flesh of her inner thighs. She uttered a low, helpless groan of despair as his other hand gave a sudden, vicious pinch to one distended nipple, sending a shock of exquisite pleasure shooting through her body. Her eyes remained on the lascivious, unnatural activities on the stage as she clenched her teeth together, fighting with all her remaining strength to control the unwanted high state of passionate arousal that was threatening to devour her.
On the stage, the ugly little dwarf was mounting the young redhead's slavishly postured hindquarters. The long, thick penis began to stab blindly at the crevice of her asscheeks in a hit and miss rubbing motion that was driving the young girl wild with desire. She began to rotate her backside, trying vainly to capture the dripping scarlet cock in her starving pussy as the ugly dwarf humped forward again and again, trying to find the tender opening to her luscious young body while time after time it rubbed against her passionately swollen clitoris.
Dee held her breath, in agony with the girl on the bed, sharing her frustrations, wantonly grinding her own pelvis into the warm leather of the cushions in time to Jerry's light-fingered stroking of the naked flesh above her stocking tops. Somewhere, deep in her subconscious mind, Dee was wishing desperately that it was she, rather than the redhead on the stage, who was up on her knees . . . her own ass waiting for that filthy-looking, red, inflamed penis!
Finally, as his powerful hands grasped her waist, the ruby-tipped cock she'd fought so desperately to capture slid forward in one painful lurch in conquering success. The girl winced, though pleasurably, as the dwarf's scarlet penis drove into her to the hilt!
Suddenly Dee was aware that Jerry had inserted a meaty finger into the leg band of her own panties and had begun to caress, with lingering slowness, her distended clitoris and swollen-out labia. It felt good . . . wickedly good!
Dee let out a sigh of contentment as she saw that, at last, the great cock had slipped all the way into the girl's tortured pussy, spreading the vaginal lips far apart.
Wasting no time, the ugly little dwarf began to slam in and out of the girl's cunt with maniacal fury, like some big fucking machine. The redhead's face was contorted with pleasure, and her tautly swollen breasts danced beneath her torso as the dwarf pounded into her from behind, a relentless piston of gleaming red flesh driving deeper and deeper into the softness of her belly.
Dee's forehead was covered with tiny beads of perspiration as the strange scene before her took more effect on her young body and vulnerable mind.
As Jerry continued to rub her nipples and wetly distended clitoris, she started to feel all resistance flow from her body. Her mind was a jumble of confused thoughts as she became aware that nearly everyone in the room with them was also engaged in some form or other of sexual activity.
Finding that her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, Dee averted her eyes from the stage momentarily to witness, first hand, the lewd goings-on which surrounded her. Reflected in the light coming from the stage, Dee began to make out shapes to go with the sounds and smells that had been coming at her throughout the staged act. There was a black man and a blonde woman performing a frenzied sixty-nine right on the floor; and there was a nasty old man with some poor young girl riding his barely visible cock like a kid on a pogo stick . . . "Oh, my God!" Dee suddenly gasped aloud.
Jerry felt the lovely girl suddenly tense beneath his mauling, meandering hands, and he wondered if she hadn't perhaps reached some sort of climax. Her babbled, barely coherent whisperings, a moment later, convinced him otherwise.
"I-It's those people . . . They're . . . They're, I mean..."
Jerry maintained a steady grip on Dee and answered briskly in an effort to calm her. "Yes, yes, I know. Relax, will you? I mean, we're really not much better, are we?"
His words hit Dee with crushing impact, and as she looked down at herself, with Jerry's hands stuck up inside of her dress like some teenage Lothario at a drive-in movie, a knot of revulsion formed in the pit of her stomach.
"Take me back to my motel!" she said with finality.
CHAPTER THREE
Even as Dee turned the key in the lock of her door, she knew that her father would be furious with her for taking off like that. Still, during the ride back, she had realized that she couldn't have . . . just couldn't have stayed after what she had seen. God only knows what might have happened if she had!
She shivered for the hundredth time as the lewd image of the dwarfs long filthy penis disappearing into that poor girl's helpless pussy rushed unbidden back into her mind. If only she could talk to someone about it! she thought wistfully.
Her father was out of the question, of course. He was the finest, noblest man in the r whole world, but she could never embarrass him by telling him what kind of show his business associate's son had tricked her into seeing. He'd probably kill them both, she thought proudly, and that would be awful for everybody!
This certainly has been my day, she thought. Then, happily, she remembered the bottle of wine that the management had sent to them when they checked in. She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there was to be a time, this had to be it!
Quickly, Dee uncorked it and poured herself half a water glass full. Thank God she had a good sense of humor; Dad always said a good sense of humor would get a person through anything! She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid as a pleasant burning sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the glass and went to stretch out on the couch.
Then, abruptly, her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway? Why shouldn't she have let Jerry use her body!
She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the mirrored central panel of the dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she'd been told how beautiful she was. but had never paid much attention to the compliments. Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. Now, she examined herself as if she had never seen herself before.
Her face was beautiful, she decided at length, its pale delicate oval set off by the satiny brown hair which arched to a perfect widow's peak on her high forehead. She had inherited her lustrous hair and the widow's peak from her mother who was part French; her high cheekbones she attributed to her father's smattering of Norwegian. No, she decided, sipping a little more of the wine, as far as her face was concerned she had nothing to be ashamed of ... on the contrary . . . and, as for her body...
Her mind jumped back to the scene at the club that evening where the shape of the unknown girl's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the bed-with her full cherry-tipped breasts swinging back and forth-was etched indelibly in her memory. Before she knew what she was doing, Dee had pulled off her dress and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them swing back and forth in profile as the girl's had done.
They were every bit as large and firm as the other girl's, Dee decided, though her aureoles and nipples were a much lighter shade of pink. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror. Even that I have to do myself, she thought dejectedly, pinching them again, but harder. God, what a dummy I am! Her nostrils flared, her parted lower lip seemed to swell and fill out, and the expression in her clear blue eyes, usually so diffident, grew suddenly bold, almost brazen. Then, almost surreptitiously, her hands left her breasts and roamed down her tautly rounded belly to the elastic band of her panties.
Completely naked now, and with another glass of wine in her hand, Dee faced herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist curving out into graceful hips. She let her hand drop to the soft dark silken vee nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find that the sensitive hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. "Cunt," she whispered to herself. "Cock." With a startling clarity the image of the dwarfs huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to her face, as if she had evoked it magically . . . and she saw her own mouth open blindly toward it . . . and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovaled sucking ring just the way that girl's had done.
My God, what's happening to me! she faltered again. It had seemed so real, for a moment, the . . . penis ... so solid . . . and my mouth had turned toward it the way a sunflower follows the sun!
Mechanically she placed the empty glass on the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance brought her to her senses. Why I'm drunk, that's all! She giggled nervously.
Dreamily, she reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs. God, I wish I had a thousand hands and fingers! With sudden urgency she went to the far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in front of the dresser, she sat and leaned back, propping the calves of her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own wetly glistening pussy lips, half parted as if in anticipation.
Then, with a delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual excitement swirling in her loins, the young brunette reached down and slowly pulled apart her cunt lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at her. With a soft smile, Dee reached her slender arm down between her outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft brown pubic curls of her little pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's good! She flinched against the electric sensations.
One palm cupped her roundly prominent mound of Venus, her long-nailed middle finger resting lightly in the tender vaginal crevice without entering it, the tip of her nail gently scraping the quiveringly erect bud of her clitoris. Little shudders of lewd pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, slightly dipping her finger into it, teasingly. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle . . . only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again ... a little deeper each time, until her finger was embedded to the palm of her hand in her hungrily accepting pussy. Oh, that feels sooo gooooooood! If only it were a little larger!
Her other hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy nipples of both her breasts, teasing the tips outwards, pinching them between her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations below. Her mind reeled again with the hot lascivious thoughts she was haying: thoughts of the five sex act she had witnessed; the young redheaded girl not much older than she . . . the dirty little dwarf, with his long filthy penis ... no, his cock. Oh God, what would his cock feel like? How I'd love to have his thick, hard cock in my pussy right now ... fucking me... hard.
Dee slid down a little further on the chair and spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Her free hand never ceased its fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them tightly and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming from below.
She was going to come! And, she knew that it would be a sweet and charming release, like nothing she had ever experienced before . . . not ever! Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now, and her heavy breasts jiggled like gelatin as she sawed her finger in and out, faster and faster. Suddenly, she needed more! It just wasn't big enough!
Quickly, she inserted one, then another finger to the one already inside her frothing pussy. She glanced up at the mirror at her slavishly postured figure, and it thrilled her to see her three fingers disappearing up inside her body like a make-believe cock, and she shivered lustily from head to toe as they stretched her cunt lips obscenely wide. Her hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like those of a mating mink, her tender pussy lips clinging to her fingers like the tongue of a lathing cat on the onstroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her; with a wanton will she never realized she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her hips pumped back and forth. She shoved her glistening fingers all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her.
She stared in fascination at her nakedly crouching body with her huge milk-white breasts savagely jiggling and quivering in tempo to her lustful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the chair. Closer... closer.
It began as a ripple, then grew into a mass convulsion, as she felt an electric -warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with anticipation. She tensed, gasping, her back arching, her breasts quivering. She was coming!
* * *
The following evening found Harry Cooke somewhat annoyed at Jerry's failure in his attempted seduction of his daughter, Dee, the night before. "Damn it, I should have known. Never send a boy to do a man's job!" he said, pacing the floor. He wanted that girl's cherry popped so she could be ready for me. Harry had been wanting his daughter for a long time, but he didn't want to take the time or trouble, nor did he like to go slow and easy in breaking a girl in. He had been horny most o his life, and if he could have a good screw with him all the time, like his daughter, then he wouldn't have to go out looking for it.
Impatiently, he glanced at his watch, muttering to himself. "Where the hell is that damned whore? She should have been here by now." Earlier he had called and made arrangements for Maria to come to his motel room.
A soft knock on the door stopped his pacing in mid-step, and he moved rapidly toward the door.
"Mr. Cooke...."
"Oh, good, Maria . . . come in quickly!" He pulled her in swiftly, then abruptly motioned toward the bed. "There, get on the bed."
"But, Mr. Cooke," Maria objected. "I brought along a special outfit I wanted to wear just for you. Can you give me a few minute to change?"
"Oh, I suppose so. Ill sneak out to the bar and have a drink. Back in ten minutes."
When he was gone the young prostitute changed from her street clothes into the special outfit for the evening, a transparent lounging set: long billowing crotchless pants, and the briefest of tops, a vest-like garment that left very little to the imagination. She was certain that he would be pleased ... if he ever returned.
There was nothing aloof about Maria; she was pure animal, pure female, and she loved every minute of the time she spent with her customers. Her face went well with her body, a sort of pouty, sensual look about it with its small nose and full ripe mouth and large dark eyes. Maria giggled to herself as she crossed to an open window to shut it. A little shiver of delight passed through her stomach as she recalled the way men always looked at her, their eyes and the bulges in their loins, hard and waiting.
"Oh, please hurry," she moaned aloud to herself. "Please hurry and come in here."
The very thought of him taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard cock long and deep inside her belly, was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, the way it always had. Some women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others teased only if their nipples are softly stroked. But Maria had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a blouse sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the golden globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, he would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly. With a low mewl of passion, she let one hand slowly move down from her breasts and down her flat plane of stomach, down to the soft curling fleece of her pubic triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy.
Closing her eyes against the bright light in the room, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist lips, part the dark pubic hair, and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager. She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet cunt hole.
Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out, and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.
"Oh my . . . oh myyyyy," she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Mr. Cooke's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, hurry, Mr. Cooke!"
Suddenly as if in answer to her thoughts, the muscular tall man with his distinguished gray-touched brown hair and ruggedly handsome face entered. He glanced down at her on the bed, and impulsively, she let the sheet that partly covered her fall away from her body and stretched out, letting his eyes feast on her-golden thighs and breasts and legs.
"T-That's some outfit you're wearing!" he stammered in astonishment, "Do you like me?" she cooed sweetly.
Cooke swallowed tightly, then bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative.
She raised one leg and let it stay so he could see the ebony curls of her pubic hair, slightly damp from her fingerings, and her teasingly puffed vaginal lips.
"All of me, Mr. Cooke?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on the businessman. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked ... so delightful
Harry Cooke watched in lustful excitement at the breathtaking sight of the young prostitute stretched out so wantonly on his bed. "Maria," he whispered hoarsely. He dropped his slacks and stepped quickly out of them, leaving them to puddle with his shirt and shoes on the floor. He was now in just his shorts and socks, and his cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of the Mexican girl smiling lewdly up at him.
Harry sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the sensuous, squirming details of her golden nakedness resplendently clear, from her succulent beige-pink nipples downward to the delicate wedge of soft black pubic hair beneath the slightly sloped plane of her abdomen.
"Do I please you, Mr. Cooke?" she breathed. Her hand was encircling his waist now, and slowly slid over his hips and thighs and onto his loins.
Harry groaned aloud with the sensations of the prostitute's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him down beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.
Maria beamed up at him with a smile. "Do you like what I'm doing, Mr. Cooke?" she queried knowingly.
Harry Cooke didn't answer. Maria is playing her part well, he thought. If my plan works perfectly, pretty soon my innocent little daughter will be hearing some extremely explicit sounds coming from this room, and...
Suddenly, not even his plan mattered to him, just the plunging of his aching cock into her delightful pussy. He reached for her, his hand slipping gently into her shimmering black tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower hp between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Cooke," she murmured as he sucked on her lips.
The lovely young prostitute felt a tingling shock run icily through her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing ... always caressing. Harry leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back on the pillow, and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half sitting so that he was beside her.
Maria lay obediently back against the smooth cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread. "Yes, Mr. Cooke," she whispered softly, her dark lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Now!"
In passionate silence, Harry Cooke ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft fleshy folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. The young woman moaned, her body alive to his caresses.
Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him to fuck her! Her body cried out to be loved totally . . . as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening stroking.
"Oh, yessss," she whimpered. "Yes . . . touch me there . . . there ... oh yes, therrrrrreeeeeeee!"
Maria sensed the dewdrops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Harry ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses. She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Maria cried. "I want you to fuck me! Now, Mr. Cooke! Now!"
She twisted his hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please. Now! Please!"
The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Harry to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching with blood-filled lust, and then he suddenly grew flame-hot as one of Maria's hands closed like a steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh, and, insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips.
The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen penis along her open slit and parted the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance to her vagina. The devilishly handsome businessman clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet sucking sound.
Maria groaned, her golden body tightening into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then urged in again. Up and down, faster and faster . . . and Maria's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs.
Harry Cooke felt the smooth raw flesh of the passion-aroused young prostitute's pussy clasp him tightly and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks.
The Mexican girl twisted her head from side to side, flaying her long black hair against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, gasping and quivering from the sensuous onslaught.
A fierce storm whirlwinded through Harry Cooke as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin and knew he was about to come . . . and Maria sensed it too.
She could feel Harry's cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please . . . not yet! Not yet . . . wait for me . . . wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider and she bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. "Now . . . HARDER!"
* * *
Dee Cooke opened her eyes with a start, blinking rapidly in the darkened bedroom. She strained her ears to catch more of the sounds that had awakened her, but everything was silent, save for a muffled kind of talking coming from the direction of her father's adjoining room. Who could be in there with him? Dee jumped out of bed, landing lightly on the deep pile carpet in her bare feet.
She was wearing her favorite nightie, a pale yellow empire-waisted peignoir with a small green bow bunching the material under her breasts, acting as a loose bra to jut them out like display goods on a shelf. Not that she needed support for her breasts-they were firm and resilient like fresh golden peaches. The gown fell just below her thighs; it had once been a set with matching panties, but after little Dee had discovered that wonderful playground between her legs, she made sure that the panties were conveniently lost
"Yes. Please fuck me. Fuck me."
Dee froze near the bed. Who was that! Did her dad have a woman in his room with him? What were they doing?
A flash of an image came across the teenager's mind. Was her father and that strange woman doing things hi there? Were they making love? A weird anticipatory tingling started growing in the pit of the girl's stomach. She'd never seen two people making love before last night-if you would call that making loveand she had often wondered about what it would look like, especially when she was masturbating. Then, she would imagine herself under the heaving frame of her father when her imagination was fired. She'd never really thought about her father doing it with anyone but herself, and God knows he wasn't an old man, and so handsome, too!
The image of her dad's hard, swollen penis screwing into some bitchy woman welled up in her mind and she trembled with guilt. And yet, she found herself inexorably drawn toward the sounds coming from the next room, her little pussy twitching with lewd thoughts. Then, like a marionette drawn along a set of invisible silver threads, she hunkered down by the locked connecting door, every nerve and fiber of her tender young body on fire from the forbidden thrill of listening in on her father and that woman in the act of copulation. Her heart stopped and she dared not even gasp. Strange noises continued to flood her ears from the other side, their intensity increasing with every passing second.
"Ohhhhhh! I want you to fuck me. Now! Now!"
The staccato sounds of squeaking bed-springs was punctuated by animal-like groans and moans, and it blinded the teenager's normal sense of decency and decorum. Goaded to an uncontrollable pitch of curiosity and sexual arousal, she dipped her head down and peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole.
The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door, and Dee could see the complete carnal scene. Her father and a young Mexican girl were making violent love! She could even see her father's thick, hard penis disappearing and reappearing in the girl's creamy pussy with each pile-driving thrust and withdrawal that he made. The young woman had her legs spread wide on either side of his muscular plunging body, and periodically she would kick them high in the air, then wrap them around her father's driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her golden body with all her strength.
Dee could feel the sweat flowing freely on her young body, trickling down beneath the folds of her yellow nightie. She had a strange sense of not being a part of herself: the shock of actually viewing her father in sexual intercourse was that strong on her, and she couldn't understand it. Down between her clenched thighs her tight, virgin cunt was tingling like it had never tingled before. She thought fleetingly of leaving her room, of going for a walk or something, but she continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality.
Dee centered her gaze on the muscles straining out on the Mexican girl's inner thighs as she struggled like a drug-crazed nymphomaniac to get Harry Cooke's long, thick cock deeper inside her hungrily sucking pussy. Harry was cupping the girl's naked golden buttocks with a savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons.
He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his rigid penis, and Dee studied the thin, moistly glistening lips of the girl's pussy as they strove to milk the giant shaft of its strength. Dee could even see the thinly parted black pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the ridge which ran the full length of the underside of her father's penis!
Dee heard the almost incoherent moanings as the fucking couple thrashed around on the bed. Filled now to a mind-warping frenzy of abandon, the teenage girl brought her hand down along her body and across her thighs to rest against her own tender pubic mound. Then she rubbed it back and forth through the silken material of her baby-doll nightgown. She could feel wetness flowing on her thighs and down her inner legs, and she gathered the hem of her nightie, bunching it up along her firm, young thighs, exposing the whiteness of them and the young sparse brown growth of her pubic hair. Again, she lowered her hand to her pussy mound and began to rub there faster and faster, in a froth of passionate delight.
The Mexican girl's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, and the glazed eyes of Dee's stayed glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place a few feet away. Dee's middle finger slid along her wet cuntal lips and found her clitoris, teasing it with her fingernail, and she felt waves of consuming lust rip through her. She dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her now thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the bed while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris.
Dee was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the luxurious deep-pile carpet and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet, sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered.
Harry was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against the lovely prostitute, driving her golden body deep down into the groaning mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slaps of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Maria curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.
Dee wanted to scream, to wail as she became delirious with her own maddening passions, straining to hold back the explosion which was threatening to inundate her like a tidal wave. She nearly went out of her mind as she heard the Mexican girl moan, "Please . . . not yet, not yet . . . wait for me, wait for me, please." And then, after a few moments, "Now... harder!"
Dee's breath rasped in her throat. They were going to come! And she was watching it! Frantically, she moved her clitoris, her cunt, her buttocks, and anus with the fingers of both hands, impaling herself as deep as her hands would go. She was going to come, too!
"I'm going... going to come!"
Dee could almost imagine herself saying that instead of the young woman. She ground harder and deeper, quivering under the pressure, gasping in imminent release. And then, her father's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of lust inside his partner.
Dee watched wide-eyed as the couple scrambled for completion. The girl's golden buttocks began small spasmodic jerking up right against her father's hot cock. At the same time, Harry groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky-white semen, leaping bursts of his come which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice.
Dee could see the stream of her father's ejaculations running down the crevice of the lovely young stranger's desperately jerking buttocks and pool thickly on the sheet below. And then, as if by remote control, her father's coming triggered her own. She strained and stretched her legs out in sudden convulsions and the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Then, she lifted herself off the carpet in a trembling arch and grasped the bone wall of her pelvis and rubbed it.
"Oh, my God," she wailed, swallowing her voice so it couldn't be heard. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, Daddy, I'm coming!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Harry Cooke waited a patient hour after the prostitute had left, sipping brandies in his smoking jacket, allowing his excitable teenage daughter to sleep off the effects of her mind-shattering orgasm He'd known all the time he was with Maria that Dee was listening-and watching-from behind her bedroom door; the walls were very thin, too. But, his surprise was one of sheer delight when he'd opened the connecting door to discover his luscious young daughter collapsed in an orgasmic heap just inside the door, her pretty little fingers still buried in her tight pink pussy.
Instantly, the lecherous father swept Dee up in his arms and deposited her on the nearby bed, taking pains to leave the hem of her nightie high above her exposed pubic mound. Then, calmly, he slipped into his smoking jacket and poured himself, and Dee, a brandy, in hopes of an early awakening.
Dee stirred restlessly on the smooth satin coverlet of her bed, her slender forearm shielding her eyes from the white light boring harshly down from the single overhead fixture. Slowly, painfully, she let one eye flutter open to survey her surroundings, her sleep-blurred vision locking instantly on the sulking, ominous form that dominated the chair in the far corner of the room. "Daddy?" she queried softly beneath the shadow of her arm. "Is that your
With a bemused but silent smile fighting up his handsome features, Harry Cooke got to his feet and approached the bed with a brandy in either hand. "Here you go, kitten," he beamed with devilish innocence, "try this little pick-me-up ... you look like you could use it!"
Startled, Dee reached out and took the glassful of brandy with a shaking hand as she realized where she was and how she must have gotten there. "W-Where . . . h-how ... what. . ."
"I put you in bed, Dee, while you were sleeping. Now, drink your brandy like a good girl."
Almost of its own volition, Dee's hand raised the glass to her lips and she took a sip, recoiling slightly, from the unaccustomed taste of the alcohol. Furtively, she reached down with her free hand and tried to pull her short nightie down over her thighs, but her father saw the motion and quickly pushed her hand away. "There's no need to do that, young lady. I know what kind of girl you are, and I know what you've been up to!" He sat down beside her and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up and down in a gently stroking motion.
"You're quite a young lady," the lewd father continued. "So soft ... so smooth ... so young!"
Again, Dee raised her glass to her lips, this time draining it of its contents in a desperate attempt to forget how she had gotten into this mess. She had a twinge of doubt in her mind about whether or not she should simply sit there and allow the suddenly alarming father to caress her legs as if she were that prostitute or something.
The lusting father pulled her still closer, allowing his large roaming hand to move under her nightie and brush lightly over her naked nipples. He was growing bolder by the minute, and thoughts of the things he would do to his proud young daughter, once she'd reached the point of helpless submission, tripped excitedly through his brain. The fact that she was his own daughter made it all the more exciting to the lecherous man, and he decided to tell what he was planning for her.
"You and I are going to have a good time tonight, Dee," he said, leering down at her frightened face. "Would you like to hear what I'm going to do you? First, I'm going to take that skimpy little nightie off of you, and then in a little while I'm going to fuck you! Do you understand, Dee? You and I are going to fuck!"
Rapidly, the handsome father pulled the yellow shortie gown over her head, revealing the total smooth expanse of her nakedness. Reaching out, he moved his hands over her white breasts, his fingers playing over her throbbing nipples, pulling and gently tweaking them into a tingling stiffness.
The last vestiges of Dee's will to resist faded as she felt her father's hands massaging her breasts and nipples into lustful erection. As if the two areas had some magical connection, a wild flame of desire throbbed through her now steaming pussy. She shivered and swayed with unwanted arousal as his educated hands set her body on fire. She felt him move around on the bed until he held her in an embrace from behind, still running his hands over her sensitive nipples and down her quivering belly to her parting thighs. Dee trembled at the warm pressure of his mouth on her neck, feeling it move in a tantalizing slowness along her skin. She felt one finger worming a tingling path down between her slightly parted legs, and a soft moan rose from her heaving chest.
"Spread your legs a little wider!" he panted in her ear.
"No, no! Stop! We have to stop!" Dee whimpered out of habit, unable to stop the wild grinding of her body down into the satin-covered bed.
"You have no choice, Dee . . . now be quiet and do as I say."
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Daddy, I..."
"Are you ready now, Dee?" he asked cruelly, his rough hands still grinding against her breasts and thighs. "Are you ready to feel my cock?"
He reached out suddenly and grabbed a handful of brown hair, forcibly turning her to face him as he flung back the corner of his smoking jacket to reveal his cock. Dee recoiled in sheer astonishment as her eyes locked fearfully on his prick ... it was as thick as her wrist, and long and throbbing, rising up in crimson hardness like a jerking tower from between the folds of the jacket. His testicles, churning heavily in their leathery sac, spilled down onto the spread from their own massive weight.
"Now, are you ready?" he pressed lasciviously. "Doesn't my cock make your mouth water?" He reached down then, grasping the loose collar of foreskin at its neck and tugged back on it until the pulsing purplish head of it stood out sleek and naked before her lust-glazed eyes.
Dee's blue eyes were drawn to and locked on her father's massive, swollen cock that stood out menacingly from his loins like some medieval instrument of torture. It throbbed there between his legs, and again she felt a tremor of fear mix with her passion.
"God, Daddy . . . I-I don't think it will fit!" she whimpered fearfully as he pushed her back on the bed and crawled up over her, positioning himself, holding his lean muscled body up with strong arms and pinning her shoulders down into the soft mattress of her bed.
Finally, he captured one of her lust-hardened nipples and drew its pulsing hardness into his mouth, his teeth bruising it painfully, causing her to wince in agony, her tiny hips jerking beneath him, and she groaned aloud as the sharp twinge of pain knifed through her sensitive breast. It was a twin-edge sword of pain that sent an exquisite spasm of masochistic delight through her creaming cunt flesh below.
"This is one piece of ass I'm really going to enjoy, Dee baby!" he hissed down at her. "After I get this big cock of mine up that pretty little cherry pussy of yours, you're going to yell your fucking head off for more!"
Dee just lay there beneath him as though she were paralyzed, watching his mouth as it spewed the obscenities at her, their vileness stabbing into her brain with an odd measure of excitement, inciting further erotic feelings in her. She knew her body had betrayed her . . . here she was getting ready to make love to her own father . . . no, to fuck her own father!
"All right, Dee, it's time for you to do a. little something for yourself," he panted above her. "So you can take my big fat prick in your hand and guide it into your little cunt!" he ordered, his lustful eyes glowering at her in iniquitous victory.
"OOOoooohhh, Daddy . . . n-no . . . God, it's too big!" she moaned as she was flooded with a new sense of degradation, her body quivering visibly in fearful shame.
But, her need was greater! Even as she refused to do his bidding, her hands hastened to obey. Uncontrollably, her tiny hand slid down between his hairy legs, reaching out to grasp the throbbing shaft of his awesome cock . . . but it stopped short, pausing an inch away, unable to go the final distance. Her head began to shake negatively from side to side as a new flood of tears began to flow down her cheeks. It's so impossibly big . . . absolutely huge! It'll tear me down there! "I've never had anything like it in there before!
"Do it, goddamn it!" he roared. "Before I slap your head silly!"
Once again, Dee groaned, but it was a moan of submission. Her hand went out, attempting to encircle his massive penis. Her slender fingers, she discovered, wouldn't even encircle its girth, and a sudden expression of real fear and doubt contorted her lovely face. She knew, by the feel of it, that it couldn't possibly fit into her little vagina. It'll kill me!
"No! No!" she whimpered fearfully.
"Quit stalling and put it in!" Harry Cooke snapped commandingly, beginning to lower his hips, while Dee, instinctively, splayed her thighs wider. Her small hand trembled on his thickened cock as she guided it to the moistly throbbing split of her tender cunt, using the heavy, blood-engorged glans to part the soft brown pubic curls and the quivering lips of her virginal pussy. Her brain whirled in a mixture of terror and wild anticipation!
A shudder of wicked delight passed through her lithe young body at the first electrifying contact of the smooth, naked head of the cock she held against the moist, sensitive flesh of her cunt. She held her breath, not daring to move, as she lay paralyzed with the horror of what was about to happen. Tears of shame still flowed unchecked down her cheeks. Then, the moment she had been dreading . . . her father flexed his hips forward slightly, causing her a sharp pain as the head of his big cock began to worm itself into the tight little opening, stretching and pressuring its way into her. She could feel the throbbing warmth of it, too . . . but the pain! Oh God! He's going to hurt me!
"OOOOOHHHHH!" she gasped as he ground his hips a little harder between her legs. She choked back a building scream of pain as the ponderous bulbous head of his cock forced its way into the tight unused opening, brutally stretching the tissue of her hymen until it broke painfully before it, and she was certain that her pussy would be torn apart from the almost unbelievable pressure he was exerting.
"Oh Gawwwwdddd . . . Daddy . . . you're hurting ! Please! NO MORE!" she moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, almost screaming up into his face. But, his lewdly sadistic grin told her that she was just wasting her breath. He wasn't about to stop now! "I-I don't think I can take any more of it!" she stammered as the pain overwhelmed her. "It's . . . it's too bigggggg!"
"Just take your time, kitten," the lewd father encouraged her. "You'll get used to it!"
Gradually, by relaxing her cunt muscles, she began to feel a lessening of the pain.
"How is it now, Dee?" he queried lewdly.
"It... hurts... but not as bad!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Stop! Now? When it's too late anyway? We might as well finish up what we've started! Biting her lower hp against the pain, Dee shook her head in an emphatic no, causing her brown hair to swirl around her head like a silken veil. Then, "OOOooohhh . . . God . . . dear God!" she wailed as he again pressed his huge cock into her softly pulsating cunt, inch by torturing inch.
Suddenly, she became aware that he couldn't maintain his slow-paced entry of her body much longer-that he would soon completely disregard any vestige of concern he might have held for her own discomfort as he fought for his own desperately needed release!
With a glance down at her widely splayed loins, he thrust, suddenly, with unbelievable force, sending his long, swollen penis soaring up into her cringing pussy with the power of a battering ram.
"AAAaaauuuggghhh!" Dee screamed as his thick, lust-bloated prick's head rammed recklessly into her body, stretching the once virginal walls of her lust-moistened vagina before it, until she felt the heaviness of his sperm-filled testicles smack soundly against the upturned cheeks of her smooth young ass.
"OOOooohhh, my God, that h-hurts, Daddy!" she wailed in agony beneath him.
She lay petrified and immobile . . . not daring to move a single muscle for fear of tearing herself further. Her father's cock had -more than filled her pussy, and the tender walls felt raw and bruised from his entry. She could feel every ridge and wrinkle of it as it lay in pronounced relief inside her tortured belly.
For a long, fearful moment, her father lay quiet and heavy upon her, his breath rasping in his throat. Then, he flexed the shaft of his cock, making it swell deeply in the confines of her pussy.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" she groaned, and he flexed again, and again, and again, each time extracting a moaned protest from her fevered, blood-drained lips. Then, very slowly, her painfully throbbing vagina began to accustom itself to the mammoth invader that had stretched it to capacity. Her whimpers of pain grew less ardent as pain became mere discomfort. Gradually, the pain ceased altogether and began to be replaced by the tiny twittering of unmistakable delight.
Sensing her beginning acceptance of his cock, Harry Cooke began to rotate his buttocks in a tensing, grinding motion as he sought to bury every possible fraction of an inch of his member into her already stuffed pussy. With increasing vigor, Dee responded to the fucking she was receiving.
Harry leered down at her evilly, his face twisted into a mask of diabolic lust. "Now, my sweet innocent little daughter, you can beg me for it!" he commanded thickly.
Dee stared at him, dumbfounded. Even as her eyes glazed over in ecstasy from the screwing he was throwing to her with such inordinate power, she looked up at him for mercy, a sign of tenderness . ... she didn't want to be humiliated; she just wanted, plain and simple, to be fucked to within an inch of her life by her handsome father!
"OOOooohhh, Daddy, please don't make me say it... I-I don't understand why."
"Beg, you little bitch! If you want a fucking, let's hear the words!"
The thrills that had begun to course again through her body from her pubic area rendered further protest impossible.
"Oh, yesssss! Fuck me, FUCK ME!" she spewed through tightly clenched teeth, loathing the words even as she said them . . . despising her own lack of willpower. Everything had been stripped from her. There was no pride left ... no morals, no scruples . . . and certainly no virginity. I-Fm nothing but a loose-assed whore to him! she screamed silently. No better than that girl with the dwarf! Then, her attention once again centered, unavoidably, on the huge cock in her stomach. It was what she needed and pride be damned!
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Daddy . . . fuck me like the bitch I am!"
The lascivious father could hardly believe the rapid transition taking place in his beautiful young daughter. Not only was she no longer resisting, she was actually beginning to fuck back! A thrill of consummate evil ripped through his muscular body as he bore down into her, using short, deliberately spiking strokes that sent only about half of his length into her, and her aroused vagina began to cling to it sweetly, trying to worm itself further around its unbelievable girth.
There was no fight left in her now. All she could do was surrender herself to the obscene thrills that tormented her body . . . and her mind. Little tremors of obscene excitement tingled along her spine as she felt the fluid rhythm of her father's cock thrusting deeper into her moistly pulsating pussy, the bulk of her frenzied sensations centering there. Her whole body felt like one big cunt, begging to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
As Harry began, cautiously, to increase the tempo and depth of his strokes into her, Dee felt her entire body responding to him, and she writhed and squirmed beneath his weight, her trim hips grinding up to receive his full length. He sought her mouth, captured it, and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, her moans of passionate acceptance awning, unceasingly now, from deep in her throat. She was ready to endure anything he might want to do with her . . . or to her, and she began to raise her feverishly sucking pussy up to him in countering rhythm to his every thrust.
Her lovely face was contorted with passion . . . with a desire to experience what she had never known before. Her nostrils flared, her breath came in short gasps, as she gave her body over completely to lust. Her trembling body was engulfed in sensations of voluptuous pleasure now, and she bucked and writhed under the lewd father like a madwoman, her swollen little clitoris pulsing like a tiny heart against his naked shaft.
Suddenly she felt totally free of all moral restraints and restrictions, and she was able to drift with the overwhelming tide of passion that carried her along. She was enveloped in a swirling miasma of sensual bliss unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her life.
Harry could see the tiny droplets of perspiration forming on his daughter's brow and in the furrow between her luscious, pointed little titties, signaling her complete arousal. Her hair was tangled in disarray. He let his hands slide over the smooth contours of her rib cage, over her hips, and slipped them beneath the half-moon orbs of her satin smooth buttocks, grasping them brutally in his strong hands. He wadded and twisted the softness of the flesh he found there until Dee felt sure that she would be bruised for life, yet oddly, another dimension of excitement seemed to be added by the abuse.
She groaned aloud, and her breath caught in her throat as he hauled her loins up tight against his own, and he felt her pull her thighs back even further to accept his plunging cock. "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . ." she chanted in time to her lewd father's endless humping. "Oh God, fuck me 'til I die!"
The young teenaged Dee had never been so carried away with a project as she was now in her efforts to obtain the last ounce of satisfaction from her "rape." Her mind became a kaleidoscope of bizarre delights. She was a whore, a concubine, a lowly slave girl bent humbly before her cruel and relentless master.
Dee flailed her head and her walnut brown hair back and forth in unprecedented rapture. Her slender legs, on either side of his thickly impaling prick, quivered spasmodically with the strength of her passion. Her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth in a lewd parody of what was taking place between their legs. She emitted little velvet moans of lustful rapture from deep in her innermost being.
Harry had begun to piston into her with all of his massive energy, lengthening his strokes and stepping up the tempo of their fucking. Withdrawing his heavy penis until only the very tip remained inside of her, he drove forward like a man possessed by a demon, until his balls rested in the crevice of her ass at the end of each jolting thrust. He felt the throbbing ache in his balls as the pressure began to build, painfully. Damn! I've been messing around too long!
Sliding his hand down over the smooth, taut skin of her gyrating buttocks, his finger searched for the small, puckered opening of her asshole. Tauntingly, he dipped the tip of his finger into the viscid opening of her twat long enough to wet it before poking it gently into her anus up to the first knuckle of his finger.
"Now, you're going to get something else you've never had before!" he rasped in her ear as she flinched slightly at the all but imperceptible penetration. "I'm going to fingerfuck that sweet little bung-hole of yours . . . your asshole!"
Dee's breath almost stopped, her heart skipped a beat as vibrant, erotic sensations slashed through her. His words, his lewd actions, completely subjugating her body and mind to his every perverted whim, caused her even further masochistic raptures of expectation. She knew she was ready to accept anything her lewd father proposed!
"OOOooohhh, y-yes!" she hissed passionately. "Shove your finger in my ass! I-I want you to!"
Harry Cooke's brain, as he slammed his big cock into the young curvaceous Dee's upturned loins, screamed with lustful exhilaration. Damn! he thought. She really wants it! His turgid pecker felt as though it would burst. His middle finger fumbled at the round, tight little anal opening, forcing inward to the second knuckle with a brutal thrust.
"AAAuuuggghhh! OOOOOOhhh!" Dee gasped in pain as he continued to pound his hard cock into her luscious cunt, in time to the drubbing finger hi her anus.
Harry Cooke rotated his finger vigorously until, with a vicious thrust, he buried it to the palm of his hand. He felt the warm rubbery confines of her rectum clasp and cling to his thickly probing digit in masochistic abandon.
Never . . . not in her entire life had Dee felt such rapturous bliss! The pleasure-pain of the rotating finger in her butt seemed to add a new dimension to their lewd, incestuous coupling. Her whole body seemed to quiver like a bow string, in forbidden ecstasy. She'd have been hard pressed to explain why, but she was actually forcing her buttocks back onto the poling finger buried there, even as she sought more of his punishing cock. Her pelvis pivoted back and forth between his two impaling units like a humping rabbit.
Harry was barely able to control his lust any longer. His nuts ached with the need to empty their cumbersome, painful load. He drove his aching prick into her cunt sheath with devilish fury and was pleased that she was accepting, hungrily, the finger drilling into her sweet little ass.
Giving herself over to the powerful sensations that were soaring through her body in search of a crashing crescendo, Dee began to writhe and squeal beneath him, relishing the double fucking he was giving her.
Oh God! I've never felt like this before!
Harry Cooke plunged wildly into his daughter. He had reached a point of no return
. . . but, he wanted to make sure she came, too.
He gaped down at the glistening shaft of his lust-expanded cock sliding rhythmically in and out of Dee's sweet little poontang, and concentrated on the feel of her liquid warmth, accepting him, clasping, like an oiled glove. He tried to think of something still more bizarre to spur him on, but he would have to stop to change positions and he definitely didn't want to stop.
He watched the clasping lips of her cunt and slipped his hand down to fondle them, drawing them in closer to his ramming prick. He felt the contracting muscles of her pussy sucking and massaging his cock, like a milking machine, attempting to swallow all of his delicious hardness deep inside her.
The lascivious father tried to increase the speed and depth of his trip-hammer thrusts as she writhed, uncontrollably, beneath his bulk, slithering up and down the hardened shaft of cock with animal-like energy, her legs jerking spasmodically, pearly toes curling, satin thighs flowering open like a lotus blossom. His penis pistoned into her cunt with demoniacal fervor, and he jerked his finger from her backside with a moist, kiss-like suck.
Then, beneath him, Dee's lovely face contorted with her frantic need to come, and she began to chant aloud, "Ooooohh, G-God, yessss! Like that . . . like that . . . like thattttt!" Her features, as he looked down at her, reflected the sensuality of her deep passion. Thank God she's ready to pop her cookies! Harry thought.
Harry groaned as he labored over her, grinding his huge prick into her hard and deep. He knew that she would be coming soon! He watched her breasts heave and quiver with the shocks of his punishing strokes, the spiking pink nipples expanding before his eyes as her passion grew to ever astonishing heights. Her head tossed wildly from side to side, her beautiful shimmering brown hair hopelessly entangled.
"Come, baby! Come! Come! Come!" he chanted.
He felt the acid burning of his own need for release, and he could only hope that she was really ready.
On the next wicked thrust, she convulsed beneath his pounding body.
"Oh, OOOooohhh! AAAuuuRRRggghhh! Oh Gaaaawwwwwddd!" she screamed. "I'm theere . . . I'm theeerre . . . I'M THHEERRE!" And her body writhed and convulsed uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic release thundered through her.
The lecherous father felt the girl spasm below him, and he continued to hammer his cock into her faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With all his strength he felt her body cling to him tenaciously as she gained even greater spasms to her voluptuous climax. Her breathing was labored, coming in short, feverish gasps.
Then, he sensed the imminent rush of his own searingly heated sperm as his throbbing cock began to pump spastically. He felt the thick, viscous liquid begin its mad race the full length of his bloated prick. It pumped and spurted wickedly inside of her as he ground his pelvis up tight against her in one last, lancing thrust before he stiffened between her legs in the throes of his own climax, his breath coming in short spurts.
As he collapsed on top of her, Dee moaned aloud, in relief, as subsiding waves of euphoric bliss descended on her sexually taxed body and psyche. Her thighs quivered mightily as the muscles began to lose some of the tension of her passionate behavior. She had never realized such rapturous joy existed on the face of the earth. Limply now, her legs fell, widely splayed, cradling her father shamelessly. Her chest heaved and her heart was hammering heavily in her breast She had been filled ... to overflowing.
And then, finally, with the last of the lewd father's seed deep within her, Dee gave a heavy sigh and whispered hotly, "A-are you through with me now, Daddy?"
"Yes, Dee, baby," she heard him through a fog. "And now well rest a while. I want to do something else after a while so you won't be sore tomorrow."
Her eyes closed, finally, as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
It was an hour or so later when Dee felt something warm and wet on her tit. She opened her eyes and saw that her father was bending over her. He was kissing her firm breast.
"Ohhhh, that feels good," Dee whispered.
In reply, Harry lightly bit at her tit. She shuddered. It did feel good. Damned if it didn't. Maybe she had been missing something all along. After what had happened earlier with her father, Dee wanted to experience everything she could.
Her father licked his lips and put his wet and pliant mouth down over her tit, rapidly flicking at her boob with his tongue.
Dee sighed.
Harry was alternating between her full breasts. He licked one and then the other. He extended his tongue and licked the fleshy mounds of her breasts, the space between them, and then on around her slim neck and into the hollows of her shoulders. As his warm, wet lips began a gentle nibbling along her flesh, goose bumps raced over her, rising up and receding as he passed, only to rise up again in a new location.
She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and then dropped her hands to her sides as if she had surrendered completely-totally. And she had! "Ohhhhhhh," she sighed again.
She heard him groan in return as she raised a hand and pressed it against his bare shoulder.
"I'm going to suck you until you can't walk straight, little honey," he gasped hoarsely between panting breaths. "You," he added, "have one beautiful body."
Dee smiled through the sensations of desire building deep in her belly. "Yes, yessss," she hissed, "I want you to. Suck me, lick me, please. It feels so nice!"
Harry's hot, moist mouth fastened tightly to an excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle, soft sucking pressure against it
His rough, hard hands coursed lightly at the same time over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. His mouth played for a long moment around the throbbing firm tits, moving from one to the other, his hot tongue trailing wetly, teasingly, down through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention to each.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Dee coaxed, glad that he was going to do what he had promised. Her pussy felt too sore to be penetrated by anything again, but she knew his tongue would feel good on the quivering mound.
And then, her father's mouth slid down over her now hotly wiggling belly, his shoulder sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing small moans and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth.
"Oh, Daddy, I like it. It feels so good, so wonderful, so... exciting."
"I like it, too, baby. I want to give you some tenderness now after what we did a while ago."
Dee sighed at the wonderful feeling moving into her stomach.
Harry moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nibbling teeth. She felt her thighs being pressed gently open, and she made no resistance as he hunched down between them.
She sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the soft hair-covered lips of her non-virgin cunt, and the lightness of the air touched her there, causing additional waves of pleasure.
His tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb into a shocked, eagerly quivering hardness.
"COOhhhhhhhhh!" Dee cooed.
Harry lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then suddenly, dropping his tongue from her clitoris, he thrust it as far as he could into the pink, moist flesh of her open pussy mouth.
"Wow!" Dee jerked spasmodically from the sudden, wet searing contact, and, reaching down, she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled his face roughly into her aching, hot loins.
His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip flicking teasingly against the wet, sensitive sore walls of her pussy lips like the lapping of a puppy dog.
Harry made snorting sounds as he buried his face in her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm," a deep-throated sigh of pure pleasure escaped from deep in her constricting throat. "It's good, Daddy. Do it more, Daddy, oh, Daddy! Lick it more!" She cried loudly, in wonderment, at the feelings that were speeding through her fucked pussy. Never once had she imagined anything being this wonderful!
She chanted the words now without thought, her tits heaving against her chest. Her long legs splayed out wide, and she jack-knifed her knees up hard against her swaying tits to open her cunt wide, as wide as she could, to offer her daddy the entire fleshy pink expanse of it.
Harry spread the smooth upturned crevice of her buttocks wide apart with the palms of his hands, stretching them cruelly as he heard her begging for more and dropping his tongue to the small, tightly puckered anus and thrust the tip of his tongue in just a little. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased it wetly against the sensitive tightness of her rectal lips.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy!" she cooed. "It's so fucking good! So fucking good!" He moistened the tip of his middle finger in her cunt crevice and pressed it against the tight little hole, his mouth returning to her clitoris, and as he nibbled against it he thrust forward with his finger, sinking it to the knuckle in her asshole. A groan burst from her lips and then he sank the upraised digit a knuckle further.
Dee lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tight over her teeth and her tits quivering sensuously on her chest. After an eternity, she began to breathe again. Her father began to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his finger around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in her rear passage merged with the powerful pleasure-pain coursing through her pussy, and she began thrusting her white rounded buttocks back up on his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the lashing of his tongue.
"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned.
He mumbled something, but Dee was unable to make out what he was saying. She just continued to moan loudly and squirm violently, as both his tongue and finger invaded her.
He slid his free hand up under her upraised buttocks and pressed them right up against his face, locking her to him in a lascivious, wet connection of tongue and pussy. The soft, curly hair grazed tantalizingly against his cheeks.
A strange masochistic wildness had somehow taken control of her lithe body as she lay impaled between his tongue and finger, and she ground her ass in wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probing of her steaming loins.
Nothing mattered now but the agony of the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. She had even forgotten the hunger pains that had gnawed at the pit of her stomach for so long. There was nothing else in the world but the feeling she was experiencing, and she writhed and twisted beneath his impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came into her tortured and anguished mind. It was as if there were no other feelings or sensations outside those her father was now giving her.
"Yes, Daddy. Suck me! Lick my pussy! Ram your finger harder into me! Oh harder! Yes! Harder! It's so good, so good!"
Harry Cooke worked like an avenging devil below, hearing his daughter's cries as she approached a quick climax. She was really something. Scratch the surface and, wow, a screaming she-goddess of passion. She was a hot young girl, even if she was his own daughter, and why not? She had inherited it all from him, he decided.
He flicked his tongue faster and ground his finger with greater severity in and out of her ever expanding hot hole of an ass.
Her body worked beneath him, her thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head. He could feel their warm resilience press tightly against his ears as she would jerk involuntarily from an extra deep flick of his tongue in her steaming cunt.
"Oh, wow, Daddy. Wow! It's so good. I'd never have thought it could be so wonderful!"
He mumbled something else in agreement, but again, Dee could not understand his words.
Harry felt her belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing out of control from side to side on the mattress, her hair tossing about her head like a whip. He thrust his tongue deeper. Her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, holding him, tightening and softening in a lewd rhythm to the thrusting of his punishing tongue.
He knew she was on the brink of orgasm again. Not quite there, but hanging on the very edge of it. Her fully developed tits heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisted crazily in his hair.
Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted, and a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp that reminded him of the way his young prostitute had sounded earlier.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Dee felt as though she were losing her in-sides as the fluid of her orgasm started deep in her belly and caused an overabundance of love juice to gush out with a roar around her father's still thrashing tongue and onto his face.
She could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her buttocks, around the finger still worming hotly around in her anus, and down to the covers below.
She gave one last great gasp and collapsed down onto the mattress, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of his body.
She could not move; the world and everything around her was a big glowing ember, the charred fragment of the nerve-shattering explosion that had been her orgasm.
Lying absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly on either side, Dee was speechless for the first time since the lovemaking had started. Harry lay still, with his head pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling pubic hair between her legs.
They panted out their exhaustion together for a long moment, and Harry crawled closer to her and pressed his open mouth over hers.
Dee could feel and taste the wetness and intensity of her orgasm on his cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth in a wordless gesture of thanks for the incredible gift he had just given her.
She felt completely exhausted, washed out. Her passion subsiding, the hunger pains returned to gnaw at her insides.
"Daddy, you're so good to me," she said simply.
"Not really," he answered. "I just want to break you in right. I'm a horny person and I need plenty of pussy around to keep me going."
"Oh, Daddy!" she sighed.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day Harry Cooke spent most of the day with business clients. He called Dee in the afternoon to tell her they were going to a special party that night.
Dee spent the day resting. Her pussy was still sore, but she rubbed vaseline on it and started getting excited again, so she lay in a tub of warm water until her father got home.
After a couple of drinks, he went into his own room to freshen up.
Later he called out, "You'd better hurry up there, Dee! It's almost nine, and the party's started already!"
"All right, Daddy! Just a minute!"
Impatiently, the handsome father lit a cigarette, puffing rapidly on it, then stubbed it out in the bedside ashtray. After another glance at his watch, he strode quickly to the door that connected their rooms and poked his head through. "Dee!" he said. "Aren't you ready ye ..."
"How do I look, Daddy?" The lovely daughter pirouetted gracefully before him.
He had to admit, his luscious eighteen-year-old daughter looked ravishing in her choice of dress for the evening, a silver lame, floor-length cheongsam style dress that outlined clearly every voluptuous curve of her body.
"Well, Daddy?" she prompted, moving over to kiss him on the cheek. "Will I pass?"
"Mmmmmm," he complimented her, "you're a real knockout, my sweet."
"So are you, Daddy dear. And now," she mocked, "shall we be on our way?"
It was a quick trip to the car her dad had waiting for them, and they were soon on their way. They drove in silence en route to the party, and Dee could scarcely conceal her excitement. She had only the vaguest inkling as to what to expect on this evening since her father had been purposefully vague. Yet, Dee had been in a state of agitation for the entire day, and was virtually beside herself over the prospect of going to someone's house for a party given by a man she had never seen.
They traveled through the narrow streets quickly and smoothly, reaching their destination in record time. With a smooth flick of the wrist, Harry Cooke pulled into a small street-level parking area next to the mini-mansion. Dee noted excitedly that there were at least ten cars-all big, all new-in the lot already.
"Well," her father sighed as he slid to a comfortable halt in a vacant stall, "this is it, honey!"
"Wow," she responded in astonishment, staring up at the palatial residence, "this is some castle."
The house was as beautiful inside as it was outside, and Dee was aware that she was rubbing shoulders with the cream of the Los Angeles business community. Everyone there was tastefully dressed, and she was glad that she had chosen the sleek elegant dress she was wearing.
A maid took their wraps at the door as various faces in the room nodded or called out their acknowledgements of Harry Cooke's presence, and he in turn responded as Dee noted the popularity of her devilishly handsome father. Dee noticed that all, or at least most of the businessmen, seemed to be accompanied by their spouses, though it seemed like no sooner had she connected the faces of a man and a woman than they parted company and wound up talking to someone else. Whoever these people were, they were certainly familiar with one another.
Everybody acted, more or less, like a free agent, and open gestures of affection, including kisses, seemed to be the rule of thumb. Still, Dee remained very close to her father throughout the introductions the welcoming hosts, the Burks, insisted on putting them through. She couldn't help but notice the several couples, all nicely ... no, elegantly dressed, who were dancing in what appeared to be a preliminary sex act, and wondered idly if they were married . . . most of the couples seemed to be oddly matched. The female of the set was always decidedly younger than her partner!
It seemed like no sooner had the introduction concluded than the host's young daughter, Stella, linked her arm through Harry's and was leading him on a tour of the house. Mr. Burk watched them leave with a smile, then turned to Dee and said softly, "Come along, my dear . . . we'll get ourselves a drink and I'll show you how lovely my garden looks by moonlight."
With a twinge of jealousy coursing through her as she cast a furtive glance over her shoulder at her departing father and Stella, Dee heaved a heart-felt sigh of resignation as she linked her own arm through that of the elder Mr. Burk. "Let's go get that drink, Mr. Burk," she said.
"Ahhhh yes," the businessman said with satisfaction, as she led the way. "I am sure you will love our wine, Miss Cooke."
"Dee," Dee corrected. "And let's hurry and get to the garden. I could use some fresh air!"
Stella Burk was showing Harry Cooke around the place.
"And here we have our guest rooms . . . as you can see, we have decorated them in a great variety of styles ... for different tastes," she said as she led Harry through the second-story rooms. "That is all on this floor . . . but we still have the balcony . . . which overlooks the garden. And there's a beautiful full moon tonight," she added coyly up at the tall handsome Harry Cooke.
"Very interesting, Stella." Cooke feigned ignorance of the girl's objective. "You certainly are prepared for any eventualities here, aren't you?" He glanced toward another flight of stairs leading upwards. "And what's up there?"
"Nothing very much, Harry," she cooed. "Just a sauna, and some interesting 'rec' rooms."
"Well... shall we go up and see them?"
"Oh, not now, Harry. There will be time later," the girl pouted. "Please, let's go out on the balcony . . . the scenery is beautiful from there." She reached out and took hold of his hand, tugging as she pulled him down the hall toward a set of French windows.
* * *
Dee couldn't understand the subtle, yet persistent congestion and slightly tingling sensations that had begun in her pelvic region. She tried to pass them off on the wine which Burk kept pouring into her glass before it was even half empty. In fact, if she didn't know better, she'd have thought that the aging man was trying to get her drunk. He'd even brought the little straw-covered bottle along with them as he led her on a tour of the downstairs rooms on their way to the garden. In truth, Dee was very impressed with her posh surroundings, and supposed, sardonically, that Mr. Burk was nothing more than the curse that went with the jewel.
As far as the aging man was concerned, he couldn't have been more pleased with his young ward for the evening. He had a decided penchant for young girls anyway, and Dee's wholesome beauty really brought out the devil in him. He liked the way her dinging dress, with its revealing slit up the side, flashed smooth alabaster flesh to mid-thigh as she walked beside him down the stone steps leading down to the garden at the rear of the house, her shimmering short brown hair bobbing with every mincing step she took in the high-heeled shoes she had worn to counteract her diminutive stature. Indeed, dropping back a few steps, he could see her small, boyish buttocks jutting out perkily behind her, the lithe, taut muscles quivering and hollowing there as if in lewd promise of the many delights to come.
Outside, they stepped directly into the garden, and Dee's eyes widened as she looked around her. The garden was a lush oasis of sparkling waterfalls feeding into a bridge-covered pond where goldfish milled around and lotus blossoms floated on the surface. All around, they were surrounded by flowering jasmine and bougainvillea, exuding their exotic fragrances into the cool air, and the full golden summer moon gleamed down on its twin reflected in the still pond.
"Oh, Mr. Burk, this is beautiful ... I just love your garden!" Dee exclaimed in truthful enthusiasm. She moved further into the garden and spun around, enchanted by the hidden fairyland. As she turned, she glanced up at the mini-mansion, her eyes lighting on the second-story balcony, and the horrifying sight of her father kissing the lovely young Stella Burk. Oh, my God! Her mind recoiled from the sight. Oh! How could he? How could he! She turned and ran blindly into the garden . . . running from what she had just seen. Behind her, the aging Mr. Burk followed rapidly on her heels.
Up on the balcony, Harry Cooke was beginning to feel a tingling sensation in his loins. A wicked tremor coursed through his body at the thought that Stella was practically throwing it at him! And that he was actually standing there on the terrace with her cradled in his arms, looking out over the lights of Los Angeles beyond the garden. It was slightly chilly, to be sure, but that was the very pretext Stella had used to get him to hold her in the first place.
The young girl's mind, too, was on sex, as she stood engulfed in Cooke's strong, muscular arms with her back turned to him. Purposefully, she ground her lush buttocks back against the growing hardness of his cock, reveling in the deliciously thick feel of it wedged between her quivering asscheeks.
"MMMmmm, that's nice, Mr. Cooke," she breathed huskily. Then, turning suddenly, she kissed him full on the lips, her tongue seeking, and finding, his in a dance macabre of stolen passion. He wants to fuck me, Stella thought, and the thought of all the things he could do sent little tingles of excitement all over her alcohol-warmed body. She'd always had a thing for older men. The first man who'd ever laid her, back when she was younger, had been her very own father.
God, yes, Harry was horny. She could feel the bulge under his pants. God, he must have a huge cock! She squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt to control the involuntary quivering of her pussy. At least with a woman nothing showed, she thought, although she could feel the moisture beginning to seep down between her legs from her aroused cunt.
"Did you know, Stella," she heard him say suddenly, "your father and I made a trade for the evening ... he gets Dee, and I get to fuck you!"
His lewd words increased the excitement she felt. Her panties were wet with it, and she squirmed licentiously back against him. The words themselves did, not surprise her; she had already known of the deal between the two businessmen to switch partners in a sexual merry-go-round, but still she felt the surge of lust for this handsome man rush through her body.
"Why don't we go to your room, Stella?" Cooke prompted her with a push toward the French doors.
Quickly then, Stella led him down the hall toward a room at the far end, opening the door and stepping aside for him to enter. "In here, Mr. Cooke." She mocked a formal bow as he passed through the door. "Enter now into the room of a thousand delights!"
Stella closed the door and moved purposefully across the room toward the huge round bed that occupied the far end of it, sitting down on the smooth silk spread. "How do you like it?" she queried knowingly as she watched him glancing around at the silken splendor. Not only was the bedspread silk, but also the sheets, the curtains, chair covers, everything . . . except for a large white fur rug that stood at the foot of the bed.
"It's fine, Stella . . . not quite what I'm accustomed to, but certainly an experience!" Harry said.
He moved across the room and sat down next to Stella on the bed, which sagged lewdly under his additional weight. She could feel the little goosebumps beginning to rise all over her skin as he embraced her. Her red lips hungrily accepted his mouth, and when he touched her the exciting promise of being with a good man again drove any fleeting thoughts of right or wrong from Stella Burk's mind.
His tongue snaked into her open mouth then and began to dart lasciviously back and forth. She sucked on it like a piece of candy while she slid her cool hands up under his tuxedo jacket, letting the sensitive tips of her fingers play with the rippling muscles of his back through his shirt.
"Christ," he murmured, delighted with her ready acceptance of his first move toward intimacy. "You're a lot of woman."
"Maybe that's what it takes to handle a lot of man," she replied, gently kissing the inner corners of his mouth. Her lewd, suggestive words inflamed his coarse desire for his business partner's daughter, and his fingers fumbled hastily with, the tantalizingly long zipper of her dress. As the entire bodice of the garment fell forward, he was astonished at the warm, smooth goldenness of her skin. She was wearing a silky black brassiere, and as he removed the flimsy garment, her firm full breasts burst forward like ripened fruit. .
Stella's nipples tingled, and the widening circle of moisture seeping from her quivering cunt testified to the prurient emotions he was arousing as he played with her lewdly swaying breasts.
"Stand up," he urged her. "I want to see all of your gorgeous body."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she said as she got to her feet unsteadily. "Remember, I haven't seen all of you yet, lover."
He grinned obscenely up at the young girl as he pulled the dress off her first, then the clinging material of her panties away from her buttocks, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and running his hand into the hidden crevice between her asscheeks as he worked the black matching silk bikini panties off her. When he had removed everything, the cool draft from the open window wafted deliciously over her bare skin, and she spread her legs slightly apart to let the breeze play over her hot, feverish pussy.
Harry Cooke swallowed thickly as his eyes drank in the incredible spectacle of her nakedness and the curling, glistening ebony hair that formed an inviting vee up between her legs. It was all waiting for him . . . she was practically begging him to fuck her, and the prospect of getting into that sweet little ass was so enticing that it felt like the top of his cock was going to blow off. He began to shuck off his clothes in preparation for taking her, kicking the pile of clothes aside as he returned to Stella, now sitting lazily back on the bed. She was enveloped in a warm haze of sexual anticipation that pulsed electrically through her soft golden body and set her wet cunt slit quivering.
Harry's lust-swollen penis was pointing straight at her, bobbing with pleasure. God, he was really hung . . . she hadn't seen anything like it for a long time; it was long and monstrously thick. She liked a lot of hair on a man, too, and Harry had that . . lovely crisp curling dark hair on his arms, legs, chest, and a bushy circle of it around his hard-veined cock. The pouch between his muscular thighs jiggled obscenely as he walked, and Stella smiled and reached out to cup his balls in her hands, very gently kneading and massaging them.
"Oooohhh, little girl," he groaned with joy. "You really know how to handle a cock."
Next she took the rigid shaft of his penis in her cool fingers and began to manipulate it skillfully until a drop of lubricating moisture gathered in the tiny slit on the tip and hung there like dew.
"Now that you've seen it, how do you like it?" he prodded her with a lewd grin.
"Harry," she murmured, "it looks good enough to eat!" And, leaning forward, she put her tongue over the tip of his cock, as if searching for more of the pre-coital fluid, then she lightly circled the ring of the base of the bulbous head, flicking maddeningly at the little scar-like ridge on the underside of the heavy pulsing cock. She settled her hips comfortably on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, pulling her willing lover between her golden thighs.
Placing her hands in the tangle of hair in his loins, she tilted her head back and let the huge bulbous cock head glide lewdly across her ovaled red lips. As he felt his penis sucked forward, Harry could not believe the young girl could take it all ... it would choke her! But he watched incredulously as the swollen, blue-veined length disappeared into her hungry mouth, and he looked down to see only the stump protruding from her stretched, taut mouth. Stella's neck muscles worked and her cheeks puffed as she sucked on the cock that filled her mouth and throat almost to the point of gagging.
What a crazy sensation she was creating in him. He'd never felt anything quite like it! Eagerly, Harry shoved his pelvis forward, forcing the full blood-engorged length of his cock to an impossible depth within her mouth. He began to saw lewdly back and forth between her lips, and soon they had established an ecstatic, obscene rhythm for the thrusts up into her wetly sucking mouth.
"That's it," he urged her on. "Suck it, baby, suck it!" And she sucked and licked him until he groaned with delight.
* * *
Dee ran as far as the short garden path would permit, stopping only when she reached the high stone wall that marked that portion of the perimeter. Then, turning desperately, she slumped down on a small wooden bench that flanked the path beneath a brightly flaring torch and wept.
Dee was still sobbing uncontrollably into her open palms as the panting, fat Mr. Burk caught up with her and slumped down beside her on the bench. "It's okay," he wheezed asthmatically, his face opening into a broad grin that caused his several gold-capped teeth to glint mischievously in the torch light, "No harm done . . . Stella is a very friendly girl, and your father is a handsome man, and so . . ."
"I-I know, Mr. Burk." Dee sobbed, looking up at him tearfully. "I-It's just that, well .. . I . . ."
"Come on, my dear," Burk insisted, getting to his feet and pulling Dee after him by the hand, "we'll go back inside now . . . everything will be okay, you'll see!"
Meekly now, Dee let the man pull her along as he led her back down the path which she had run up a short time before. This time, rubbing the tears from her eyes, she was able to see close-up the loveliness and serenity of the garden as she passed through. The garden itself was helping her to regain control of herself, to get her emotions under tight rein, and by the time they got to the entrance at the back of the house, the only sign that she had been crying was the redness in her eyes.
"Why don't we go upstairs and look around, Dee?" Burk said, turning to her kindly.
"All right, Mr. Burk," she answered dully.
Burk led her toward a wide flight of stairs luxuriously carpeted in a plush Chinese red pile, and they ascended the gracefully gradual flight slowly. "Now look, Dee," the man cautioned, "don't fly off the handle and say things you'll be sorry for later . . . give your father a chance to explain. After all, it was only a kiss."
Dee nodded in agreement as they gained the second story, then looked around, sighting the French doors that led out to the balcony. She headed directly toward them, with Burk following close on her heels.
But Stella and her father were not there. Perplexed, Dee turned to the man. "Where are they, Mr. Burk?"
"I don't know, Dee." He led her back out into the hall. "But while we're here, let me show you our guest rooms."
"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Burk, I'm not really inter..."
"Come on, Dee," he gestured, "let's go."
Reluctantly, the young girl followed the old man down the hall, stopping abruptly as she heard the murmurings of voices coming from behind one of the doors. She moved closer to the door, noticing that it was not quite latched, and pushed it slightly open.
The door she peered through was in the corner of the main room, so that Dee had a diagonal view of the center of the room through the narrow slit. She saw figures . . . yes, it was her father . . . but what in the world was he doing there without his jacket and shirt? She gripped the doorframe, feeling suddenly dizzy and afraid . . . not wanting to see but unable to take her eyes from the dreadful thing that was going on in there! Her blood drained from her face with the shock of the nightmarish tableau. It couldn't be! Dear God in heaven, it mustn't be! she thought. She wanted to throw up, to faint, or to die. But all she could do was stare at them wordlessly.
Stella Burk sat with her back to the door, on the edge of the bed. Below her shimmering wealth of raven hair there was nothing but golden skin . . . she was completely naked! The girl's tiny buttocks were flattened obscenely against the silk bedspread, and the deep crevice between the two round white balls was clearly defined. Her legs, Dee saw, were spread wide . . . the thighs splayed out . . . and her father was standing between her legs, pressed up close to her bare body! God, he, too, was naked ... his white skin contrasting sharply with the golden flesh of Stella's voluptuous nudity!
Behind her, Dee was only vaguely aware that Burk had moved up closer and had encircled her narrow waist with his arms. The shock of seeing her father naked with Stella had driven everything else out of her mind, even the fact that the young girl's fat father had pressed the length of his cock into the crevice of her ass through her dress. All she was capable of doing was to nod breathlessly as the man whispered, "I guess I was wrong, Dee, my dear ... it looks like they are really up to something!"
Oblivious to his unseen "audience," Harry Cooke was crouching down peculiarly, jerking his hips forward and back in an obscene rhythmic motion. Stella's lovely head was thrown back at a strange angle, her black hair flying. The shuddering, horrified Dee suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark mat of hair at the base of her father's stomach and of something thick and red that appeared for an instant, wet and glistening, between the two closely locked bodies. Oh, dear God . . . Stella has his penis deep in her soft, round mouth! she thought.
The innocent Dee's stomach turned as the whole truth about what was happening in the room before her slowly penetrated her numbed, outraged mind. She closed her eyes and clung to the door for support, but the obscenely horrible act could not be blotted from her mind, and, somehow, she had to see all of it . . . she had to know all of it, to absorb the whole horror of it! Even now, she was still not wholly aware that Burk's still-clothed cock head was pressing against her asshole through her dress, and at that point, she didn't much care. When she had recovered slightly from her shock, she opened her eyes and continued to stare, unblinking and frozen, at the unnatural and indecent performance. Occasionally, above the jealous ringing in her ears, she could even hear the lewd, smacking sounds her young equivalent made as she sucked hungrily at her father's swollen lust-purpled penis.
How was it possible? How could a woman stretch her lips apart enough to take such a thing and then let it actually slide into her throat? What a whore Stella must be, so sex-crazed and debased that she seemed almost to crave his cock and to relish the taste of it! The questions remained unanswered for the time being.
No danger of either of them noticing her, Dee thought in despairing bitterness; the pair were completely absorbed in their obscene play. Now, Stella was gripping Dee's father's buttocks to pull him even deeper up into her mouth, and he was working his hips in and out, faster and faster. "Suck it! Suck it harder!" he called out. "I'm going out of my mind, baby!"
Mr. Burk was also watching the lascivious performance over Dee's shoulder and could feel himself getting excited more and more as he watched. He glanced down at Dee's face to see her gazing mesmerized at her father and Stella, and he slowly raised his hands from the teenager's tiny waist to the bodice of her low-cut dress and paused there for a moment When she did not react to his move, he boldly dug his hands inside and grasped her heaving breasts, then fondled her rapidly stiffening pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Dee stirred restlessly then, moaning in mild protest, but did nothing to stop the lecherous businessman. She abruptly realized that she was becoming excited by what she was watching, to her horror, but she knew it was hopeless to fight her feelings now. She was too far gone . . . besides, she was loving every second of the aging fat man's deliriously thick cock lodged in the crevice of her ass, and unconsciously the young girl wriggled back against the bulge pressing into her from behind.
On the rumpled bed in the room, Harry Cooke prepared to orally fuck the young Stella. Her soft golden body lay ready underneath him. Stella watched his face grow slack with lust while his eyes gleamed with lewd desire as he lowered his head to the tempting vee between her welcoming legs. Her cunt throbbed in anticipation of the pleasant sensations that would come from his swirling, darting tongue, and she could feel the warm, moist heat of his breath as it stirred the sparse black hairs that enclosed her eagerly awaiting pussy. While she was sucking him off, she had become aroused down between her legs, and now the whole area of her pussy was wet and sticky with it. The distinctive, sexy female smell titillated her vigorous lover. But then, abruptly, the suave, handsome man pulled away and snapped, "Get up on your hands and knees, Stella; I'm going to fuck you now... dog style!"
Dee's excitedly palpitating heart felt as if it was about to pump right through her chest and into the fat man's sweating hands as she watched the dutiful daughter assume the position her own wonderful father had just commanded. Indeed, she was so thoroughly aroused by then that she offered not even token resistance when Burk dropped one hand to the front of her dress and hiked it up until the hem was bunched at her tiny waist.
"It is all very exciting, is it not, Dee?" Burk choked passionately as his hand slipped into the waistband of her wispy little panties from the front. "Your father is quite the ladies' man!"
"Yes ... yes, he is, Mr. Burk," Dee gasped in agreement. "W-What are you doing down there!"
With no further preliminaries, Burk began to part the tenderly dripping pink folds of Dee's quivering little pussy with the tip of his beefy finger. "You don't like it, my dear?" he teased knowingly as his second knuckle scraped thrillingly across her swollen clitoris on its way inside. "Do you want me to stop?"
Trembling excitedly from head to toe, Dee's hand dropped reflexively to Burk's wrist as if to stop him, but instead just held him affectionately as his finger continued to probe delicious depths. "N-No," she managed breathlessly, "don't stop, Mr. Burk."
On the bed in the adjoining room, Harry Cooke, still oblivious to the presence of the others (as if he'd have cared, anyway), centered the head of his saliva-slickened cock at the entrance to Stella's flaring, upturned coralline slit and shoved. It went in smoothly to the balls in a single effort, the hot pink walls of her interior clinging to the pulsing length of his meat on the outstroke like a viscous coat of paint.
"MMMmmrn," she piped delightedly, "fuck me like that, Harry ... oh, yessss . . . i-it's wonderful!"
Harry fell instantly into a long smooth rhythm, thrilled to the heels with the milking, well-trained muscles of his teenage charge's succulently pumping cunt. As her weeping flesh clung sleeve-like to his swollen flesh, he could swear he could feel her very pulse, like the fluttering heart of a tiny wild bird. Good God, he thought solemnly, I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer at this rate!
Stella's tiny toes were curled tightly under the soles of her feet as she knelt like a tiny slave-child beneath the savage assault of her cruel and relentless master. Her slender red-lacquered fingernails reached out to grip the underlying silk bedspread beneath her, knotting it in her little fists as she bit her bottom hp to keep from screaming out her ecstasy. My God, he's huge! she thought deliriously. Almost as big as my father!
Dee Cooke rocked mindlessly between the spirit-like support of the man's turgid erection and the thrilling violation of his sausage-like middle finger. Even as she watched through lust-glazed eyes, she was becoming increasingly aware that her initial revulsion had already turned to raging lust. She, too, was boiling with the need to feel a big fat cock in her own recently awakened young pussy . . . even the old man behind her! Yes, she was beginning to enjoy the feel of it!
As if reading Dee's tortured young mind, Burk tightened his grip on the sexy girl and slipped still another thick finger into her smoothly creaming vagina. "You want to join them, Dee?" he enjoined hotly. "It is a very big bed, is it not?"
"No," Dee rocked dazedly. "I mean, I . . . I don't want to do it here ... is there another room somewhere?"
Harry Cooke felt Stella's urgent, answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her wetly clasping cunt flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewing was suddenly filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side on the silk bedspread while her hips began a slow rotation around the cock sunk so deeply in her succulent belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he sensed her nibbling crotch screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered loins.
"Oh, yesss! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!" Stella could barely comprehend the abrupt new wave of entrancement saturating her entire being. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throbs. Cooke maintained his steel-like grip on her slender waist, letting her trembling body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot, wet flesh that bridged them. Harry gloated as he watched her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up-and-down motions with the passing of each delirious second. He could feel the secretions of Stella's eagerly milking vaginal passage as his hands slid up her sides to her breasts once again.
Stella could only squeal in her pleasure now, as she grew accustomed to the huge cock of her father's business partner.
Half crazy with desire now, Harry Cooke withdrew his buried shaft from Stella's pussy until only the tip remained inside of her. Then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength at his command,, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina, bruising and bypassing her sensitive cervix. He began long, hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, intent now on spilling his seed there. The quivering moist walls of her cunt clasped eagerly around his rigid rod, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His balls slapped into her distended clitoris.
Suddenly, Stella knew this was it! This was it! The cords in her neck stood out in bold relief. She was beautiful. "Oh God ... oh God!" she screamed. "I-I'm going to come! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!!!"
The walls of her cunt opened like a thousand tiny springs emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion to bathe her father's friend's penis. Bright flashes began to fuse in her mind as she continued to grunt out her joy, her orgasm, the juices still gushing in ceaseless spurts down the full, quivering cheeks of her golden ass, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Then she felt Harry jerk, followed by hot jets of his sperm shooting deep into the sanctuary of her womb. Her head swam with depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts splattered wildly into her, filling her belly with the vile nectar of loveless sex. "Oh yes . . . yesss!" she chanted. "Come in me . . . come in me ... come in... aaauuurrrggghhh!!!"
Then, as her devilishly handsome ravisher collapsed above her in sheet exhaustion, Stella fell forward on her stomach, mewling euphorically as the last few squirts of his semen jetted into her. Her tapering, slender golden legs trembled gratefully as they relaxed, and she released a final, heart-felt sigh of delight.
They were quiet for a moment, then Harry stirred and rolled off of her onto his back. "Give me a few moments to get rested," he panted beside the completely fulfilled Stella, "and fuck you again."
Stella rose to her elbows, leaning over to kiss him on the lips. "I have a much better idea," she said.
"We shall both take a shower, and then take a little nap ... so we will be rested for the evening's show that my father has had scheduled in your honor!" She hurried to finish when Harry moved to speak. "I promise you that the show will be something very special!"
* * *
"Wow!" Dee mouthed without actually saying the word aloud as she stood transfixed at the entrance to Mr. Burk's gigantic master bedroom. It was a very special room indeed. It was a full twenty feet wide by at least thirty long, and three walls were covered with mirrors. The remaining wall was covered with a mural, a wall-to-wall painting of unbelievably dynamic lewdness and perversity. It depicted a startlingly realistic orgy scene with what must have been at least a hundred separate figures painted into it. Figures not only of people but of animals as well ... all engaged in every conceivable act of sexual debauchery . . . from the most normal and commonplace to the almost disgustingly lascivious acts of bestiality and sado-masochism, and everything in between. There was troilism, lesbianism, homosexuality, fetishism, frottery, masturbation, sodomy, and what was clearly intended to imply incest.
The floor of the room was covered with a luxuriously thick black fur rug, as was the enormous round bed that dominated the center of the room and whose covers were turned back to reveal the posh extravagance of black silk sheets and pillowcases-all six of them. It was all new to the nearly virginal teenager . . . and very exciting! Yet, there was something sinister about the sound of the door being bolted shut behind her . . . and even though Burk assured her that it was only so they wouldn't be disturbed, she wondered. Then, after a long moment, she realized that Burk was again standing behind her.
And then, there was the ominous sound of a zipper being drawn open.
"Turn around, Dee, my dear ... I have something here you might be interested in!"
Dee turned quickly, and her breath caught in her throat as she stared, awe-struck, at the man's semi-erect penis poking through the fly of his white slacks, almost straight out in front of him in a weird arc. Even though it was obvious that he was not yet fully erect, she was nonetheless alarmed at the potential enormity of the thing. Even in its somewhat relaxed state it was an inch or two longer than her father's at full erection! And, she reckoned correctly, it was at least half again as thick as her father's, and the uncircumcised head of it bulged like a ripe tomato beneath the loose flap of skin that covered it. His balls, fully the size of goose eggs, hung in their prickly sac halfway to his knobby knees!
"Don't let it frighten you, my dear," Burk squealed in his deceptively high-pitched voice. "You'll soon grow to love him, just as my daughter and the others do."
"I-I don't know if I can even take it!" Dee stammered, still unable to take her eyes off of the lewd thing that almost seemed to be winking at her with its single, unseeing eye as it opened and closed of its own volition to the beat of his pulse. "I-I'm pretty small down there, you know!"
Even in the subdued, indirect lighting of the room, Burk could see her skin flush an angry pink as she continued to gape at his cock as if mesmerized by it. He always enjoyed this one moment of triumph, the supreme victory of being more than equal to more than his share of men. Now, right now, this big-titted teenager was his and his alone!
The portly businessman, only a few inches taller than Dee's own five-foot-three, approached and embraced the lovely girl passionately in his flabby arms. His thick, rubbery lips sought hers and he kissed her briefly, though intensely, with a probing tongue. Automatically, her hand went down between them, and she grasped his ever stiffening cock with cool, slender fingers and gave it a gentle milking squeeze. Dee still fought desperately to maintain control of her body as the electric waves of undreamed-of lewd pleasure rippled through her loins. She had felt this way only once before . . . the first time with her father!
"Come on, let's get your clothes off," Burk whispered hotly in her ear. "I want to see all of you."
Like an obedient child, Dee fell back onto r the bed into a half-sitting position. Her dress was already open down the back; Burk only had to work it over her shoulders and pull it down and off her. Trying not to think of what was actually happening to her, the teenager raised her hips to allow him to slide it under her smoothly quivering buttocks and down over her long slender legs. She sat unresisting while he next removed her brassiere; her breasts were so taut they were almost sore, and the cool air-conditioned temperature of the luxurious bedroom felt soothing to the hot flesh of her upper body. Burk drew in his breath with sharp pleasure as his eyes at last feasted on the hugely swelling pair of breasts he had covertly been studying all evening. He seized them avidly, painfully squeezing and pinching her succulent pink nipples between his fingertips until he finally bent down and took one quickly into his mouth to suck hungrily. Then he moved to the other.
After what seemed to Dee like hours of the lewd sensuous milking of her swollen tits, the man at last seemed to get his fill and let his rough, wet tongue wander tantalizingly all over the smooth creamy surface of her breasts and into the deeply cleft valley between her milky mounds. His roaming tongue moved down to her stomach, leaving her breasts cool and wet and aching with unrelieved sexual tension. She thought she'd go out of her mind if the lewd man didn't soon get on with the sex act that would ultimately take what little honor she had left away from her.
The lust-tormented Dee bit her lips in unbearable frustration, her nerve ends crying for release as her seducer lazily kissed and tongued her small, dimpled navel. Burk's sweaty hands returned for a few minutes to her swelling breasts as if drawn magnetically to that area while he licked wetly and lewdly all over her naked belly.
Finally, he turned his salacious attention to the thin waistband of the panties she was still wearing. Dee shivered as she closed her eyes and again raised her hips slightly from the mattress to assist the man in the removal of the wisp of nylort. Again the cool draft of air struck her feverishly moist flesh as her last protection was pulled down over her legs and flung away into a corner of the room. Now she was completely naked and Burk was gloating over her body . . . seeing the part of her that no one but her father had ever seen or possessed!
The excited teenager looked up and saw that Burk was quickly stripping out of his clothes. She stared, mesmerized, as the bare skin of his broad, flabby torso was revealed. His hairless chest wasn't much, and his stomach bulged obscenely over the belt of his white slacks, but she couldn't take her eyes away from his bobbing cock as he quickly unfastened his belt and lowered his pants. As he proudly displayed his manhood before her startled eyes, Dee couldn't imagine a more debasing position than the one she found herself in now . . . her young white body stripped naked and spread out obscenely before her fat ravisher while he lewdly dangled his huge instrument in front of her as if to taunt her. Although her body still tingled with prurient desire, her mind recoiled as she watched him stroke himself into even greater hardness. The monstrous penis he held in his hand was far, far too big for her ... he would tear her apart!
The lust-crazed man dropped to his knees on the bed, pushing his helpless young companion's legs apart as he got between them and quickly lowered his weight down onto the girl's cowering form. His giant penis stabbed into her soft naked belly as he again began to manipulate her full firm breasts, this time with fierce cruelty that brought whimpers of pain to Dee's throat as he squeezed the resilient naked flesh. Dee lay frozen, with her legs raised and flung obscenely wide apart, her smooth round belly quivering excitedly and her high breasts jerking as her breath came in short, uneven gasps. Her eyes were fixed on the heavily dancing cock that hung threateningly down from his hairy loins . . . the instrument that he meant to use to complete his final possession and complete subjugation of her.
"M-My God, Mr. Burk, please don't-. . . you'll hurt me!" she begged him as he levered his huge body up over her body again.
Holding her shoulders down against the mattress, he put his balding, pudgy head close to her body again and suddenly bit the soft pink nipple of her left breast, nipping it painfully between his teeth so that she cried aloud and twisted her body to escape the pain. At the same moment, the fact that he was again touching her caused spasms f forbidden erotic delight to grip her aroused and unsatiated crotch.
"MMMmmm!" Burk piped as he nibbled at her titty. "I'm ready now, my dear. And you are, too, I can tell! This will be the fucking of your young life, Dee ... I guarantee you'll never forget it!"
Dee somehow forced her body to lie stiff and immobile. The vulgar lewdness of the man's filthy promises pounded wildly into her alcohol-dazed brain . . . she fought with the few resources left to her not to let the vile words arouse her, but with dismay she felt herself losing the battle. God help her, she had to keep control over something. He had already proven he was master of her body...she had lost the fight, but she simply could not let him see that he was exciting her. She must save something of her honor!
"Take my cock and slide it into that tight little hole of yours," Burk ordered in obvious sadistic delight.
"No . . . God, no . . . don't make me do that" Dee moaned helplessly in shame and fear. Yet, her hand, as if of its own volition, stretched out toward the lust-hardened cock that dangled over her naked belly.
"Oh, sweet Jesus . . ." she whispered, but her fingers closed around his hotly throbbing shaft. As she clutched the warm, hard organ, Dee truly perceived the size of Burk's enormous cock. "I can't take that . . . it's too big!" she protested fearfully.
"Put it in!" he snapped, sliding his hips down while Dee reluctantly guided the huge bulbous cock head toward the small flowering hole of her vagina.
She gasped as it touched her sensitive flesh, paused for a second, and then, nearly paralyzed by fear, she poked apart the fleshy cunt lips with the rock-hard tip of his penis and inserted it into the tiny wet orifice. The realization of the debasement that he was forcing her to inflict on herself numbed her mind, and she was only jolted from this numbing by the sudden electrical contact of the hot, rubbery cock head against the moist sensitive inner lining of her cunt. Her cheeks wet with tears, she lay motionless, hardly daring to breathe as the desire-swollen cock pressed relentlessly up against the entrance to her pussy.
Burk pushed his hips forward, sending the blunt tip against the tight inner ring and causing her sharp pain as the taut flesh stretched to accept it. "Aaaaaaagggghhhhh," she screamed as he pushed again. "Oooooooohhhh, noooooo!"
The blood-engorged penis forced its way through the tight constricting ring, brutally stretching the tender skin until the young girl thought he would tear her apart. "Please, Mr. Burk, I can't stand it . . . God, don't ... you're ripping me apart!"
The lecherous man was also quiet for a moment Then, breathing heavily, he flexed his spearing cock deep up inside Dee's soft passage, penetrating still farther.
"OOOooohhh!" she moaned as he began to work his thickly burgeoning shaft backward and forward inside her, very slowly at first. Each thrust brought whimpers of pain and shame from his charge's heaving, panting chest. She was truly lost now; he had taken her; he was inside, all the way in. He had taken everything from her. The part of her body that belonged to her father alone was now being ravaged by a cruel, merciless stranger!
Gradually, then, as Dee accepted the horrible fact, her whimpering subsided and began to change to a new sound, as her tightly clinging passage slowly expanded to accommodate the full size of Burk's cock. As his smooth, widening strokes continued to bore into her excitedly quaking belly, Dee found that against her will she could not help grunting with satisfaction. The sounds burst from her involuntarily. Nor could she control the lascivious undulating motion of her hips and buttocks.
As the lewd industrialist continued his regular rocking thrusts, however, Dee's body once again betrayed her and began to respond with new ripples of excited passion that quickly grew stronger. She didn't know how long she could control what little was left to her of her personal integrity. She was rapidly losing the will to fight back against the obscene pleasure rising within her nakedly quivering belly. If she surrendered to the carnal sensation and let herself be carried along on this rising river of joy . . . what would happen? The mere thought of relaxing her tense body and letting the aging man take over completely sent chills of prurient excitement up her spine. And her tormentor sensed what was happening to her. He was aware of each new plateau of pleasure he was taking her to with his gradually increasing pace.
Suddenly, he dropped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue between her softly yielding lips. This time Dee seized it greedily and began to suck it in passionate slavish acceptance of whatever he offered her. She now began also to push her excitedly steaming cunt upward to meet his wildly fucking cock on each downward drive. Her beautiful face contorted with lust and she moaned and whined almost incessantly under him as her sex-hungry body strove for release.
Burk withdrew his tongue from her greedily sucking mouth, raised his head and panted down at her. "Ask me, if you want more. Tell me to fuck you harder!"
"OOOOoooohhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . I do want more," she broke and admitted her need wantonly. "Oh God, yes! I need more. Fuck me, Mr. Burk, fuck me!"
As the obscene words shot from her gaping mouth, her last resistance melted. She licked her dry lips hungrily, and as his mouth descended on hers again, she let her tongue slide into it, giving him back orally the fucking she was receiving from his rampaging cock sunk deep up in her seething, frantically clasping pussy. Now, having surrendered totally, she was free at last to enjoy it . . . the pain was all gone . . . there was nothing but ecstasy and delight radiating through her whole body.
Burk was now fucking harder than he'd ever fucked in his life, pounding into her as if to split her with each furious stroke, and pulling his heavily swollen cock nearly out of her sucking, clasping cunt on each backstroke. With each forward thrust into the clinging velvety wetness of her pussy, the pressure mounted in his hotly throbbing balls as they slapped against the tiny unprotected ring of her anus.
He slid caressing hands over her writhing white buttocks, running a finger down to the crevice between the two rounded cheeks to the small wrinkled hole. While she labored passionately under him to reach orgasm, he fingered the seductive little ring and heard her sobbing, shocked quick intake of breath. The fluid that had seeped from her dripping cunt moistened the tiny rectal entrance, and he dipped his middle finger into the wet rivulet as he probed the sensitive area in preparation.
The lubricated digit suddenly penetrated the sphincter ring of muscle that guarded her delicate anus, and the teenager squealed in pain as he thrust his middle finger into her unprotected rear passage up to the first knuckle. Dee whimpered once or twice in feeble protest against this brutal unnatural invasion as her cunt continued to ride madly up and down on his hard-fucking cock. Burk began to wiggle his middle finger in a circular motion, widening the small entrance of her anus. When he had succeeded in stretching the tiny hole slightly, he suddenly pushed the finger all the way up into the deep elastic warmth of her asshole until she moaned aloud in useless protest.
As the agony of the first moments subsided, Dee gave herself over to the rapture of the double fucking. "Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, completely out of control. Her slender, sweat-soaked body whipped from side to side, her uncommonly long legs convulsing in ecstatic tremors of lewd joy.
Burk knew he was going to reach his climax soon. His lust-distended prick felt as though it would burst if he did not soon deposit his load in her belly. His semen-bloated balls positively ached. He plowed into her with demonic fury through the thin elastic wall that separated her rectum from her hungrily sucking vagina, and he could feel his own heavy cock as it traveled back and forth inside her. Burk had fucked a lot of women in his time, but he couldn't remember anything like this . . . she gave it to him three ways, her tongue darting obscenely into his mouth as she frantically screwed her asshole back on his finger and raised her legs even higher to take every bit of his cock up into her lewdly clasping cunt. Her pelvis began to jerk and gyrate wildly under him, and he suddenly felt the hot liquid of her orgasm gush stickily around his cock. With all the male power he possessed he bored into her again and again while she moaned and screamed out her climax in spasms of delirious joy, and her cunt sucked frantically at his hotly burgeoning cock.
"Oh, Mr. Burk! Oh, Mr. Burk! Oh, Mr. Burk!" Dee chanted over and over.
As he held her lurching, grinding buttocks down against the bed, Burk felt his own hot sperm seething in his testicles and come pumping up through the full length of his cock. His heavy, flabby body leaped forward as the semen spurted out of his penis and drenched her deep inside, high up in her softly quivering belly. She pressed her tense, aching pussy tightly up against him to receive the creamy liquid, and gasped in disbelief as he continued to empty himself up in her hungrily sucking vagina.
Dee's racing heart pounded in her breast as her fulfilled body relaxed at last, drained of every emotion but relief and joy. Atop her exhausted white body, Burk heaved a heavy sigh, then rolled away, wiping his ruddy leering face with the back of his hand.
"Whew!" he sighed. "That was something!"
"It was awful," Dee countered breathlessly.
"You didn't like it?"
"I loved it," she said, "but it was still awful! Just plain old awful."
Burk mumbled something about the madness of young modern minds, then sat up on the edge of the bed and began to rifle through the hastily discarded pile of clothing on the floor in search of a cigarette. "Why was it awful?" the crest-fallen industrialist mentioned conversationally.
"It was awful because my father didn't see us," she spat vindictively. "Have you got something to clean up this mess with?"
Burk reached into the pile again and extracted the red silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suitcoat. "Perhaps it is not yet too late, my dear," he said viciously.
"I hope not," Dee answered him, her eyes taking on a vicious "get-even" look.
CHAPTER SIX
The aura of sex hung heavily in the rec room as Harry Cooke entered the huge chamber behind the lovely Stella to see what had to be the wildest party to take place since the days of Nero's Rome. Huge mirrors adorned every wall and reflected the orgiastic sex scenes taking place all around the room on chaises, couches, chairs . . . even the white fur carpet on the floor itself. Scarcely had they entered the room, when the already subdued lighting began to dim, giving him only a moment to look around at his surroundings. Suddenly, he was struck with apprehension: where the hell was Dee?
"Quick, let's go over there, Harry," Stella whispered excitedly. "There's a spot on that divan that looks just right for us!"
Harry hesitated momentarily as he cast one last look at the surrounding debauchery. Was she still off balling Burk? he wondered. Or, was she in here someplace!
"Come on!" Stella hissed impatiently. "The show is about to start!"
Harry followed her across the room, stepping over legs and bodies, as they came to the divan on the far side of the rec room.
"Here we are," Stella piped as she sat down on the low divan and patted the' space beside her. "Come and sit!"
* * *
They gave Dee all the time in the world to get ready. She thought they would come for her and rip her clothes off and drag her out to be ravished and raped. They didn't. They gave her time to think and drink . . . and become still more excited. They gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with her surroundings. They gave her time to watch the closed circuit TV.
She saw a close-up of a naked man sitting in a chair. His erection was enormous and obscene. A young blonde girl, very young, was kneeling obediently between his thighs and holding the shaft of his hard cock with her fingers.
Her tongue lashed out wantonly and curled around the swelling mushroom head of the man's penis. Her wet lips played slippery tricks, sliding and sucking the very tip of the lust-thickened penis. The girl's lewd teasing was obviously having its effect on the man. He grabbed her head brutally with both his hands, and, at the same time, savagely thrust his hips forward and upward, sinking his thick shaft of hard flesh deep in the girl's mouth.
As Dee watched the girl's wet lips close tightly around the man's lust-purpled shaft, she realized that this, too, was calculated to play upon her basest sensuality-her masochistic tendencies-to ready her for the evening's festivities. She drained her glass and turned away from the TV monitor. She looked in a wall mirror and saw her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her image, slightly drunk. It wasn't real... it simply wasn't real that she was here about to do something lewd and forbidden in front of a live audience. Hastily, she poured herself another drink before returning to the mirror.
She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure, turning this way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed . . . soft in the right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was proud of it She drank and turned again to the tiny television.
The young girl was naked now, sitting in the chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had forced the pretty young thing to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her knees were hooked over the arms of the chair and her full, firm thighs were obscenely split wide open. Apparently, it wasn't enough to satisfy the man who roughly spread the girl's eagerly trembling legs even wider apart, forcing her to shove her glistening pink cunt forward to the edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and slowly spread the wetly throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously burying his face into the hair-lined opening.
Dee groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like slow, warm syrup ... if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to become insanely horny. She poured herself-still another drink and tried not to think of what she was involved in. She ignored the images on the screen and went to the bathroom to see what it was like.
It shocked her. The walls were covered with excellent photographs of men and women naked, fondling one another. Scenes of graphic sex now had her panting a little. She fled the bathroom and had to look at the TV screen again. The girl was still in the chair, but now her head was flailing back and forth with an abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground wildly upward against the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep into her wantonly writhing cunt. Dee moaned, just once, a sound of hunger and despair.
By the time they did come to get her, she was more than ready, dizzy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the black crotchband of her panties. Her dress was open in the front, allowing a good view of her beautifully rounded mounds straining at the thin fabric of her brassiere. Her pixyish brown hair was wild and disheveled. She grinned up at the two burly men who had come to fetch her.
"Hi," she said.
She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready for an orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone for a full two hours, thinking of the events of the past two days, her father and Mr. Burk, the sex show ... oh God! She had sat watching the film on closed circuit TV and wondered if she was going to be filmed, thus heightening her depravity. She had wandered back into the bathroom and taken her time, looking at each of the photos and murals. She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had time to think. Plenty of time . . . and plenty of liquor. By the time they came to get her, she was in the mood for nearly anything they had to offer.
The two men smiled maliciously at her as they ordered her to her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down and got up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.
The larger of the pair cleared his throat. Take your clothes off," he commanded.
They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely waited for her to strip. Dee felt a certain kind of lewdness in their attitude. It was exciting stripping naked so casually in front of the two strange men. With a shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they were going to do to her. She stripped very quickly down to her brassiere and panties and stood looking at the men defiantly, her huge breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as musk-melons, proudly thrust out.
Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she undid the clasp of her brassiere. Her soft breasts were closely confined by the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right before the men's hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly, almost brazenly as Dee smirked, seeing how the bigger man clenched his fists and how his slightly smaller friend ground his teeth together. She discovered facets of her soul and feelings she had never dreamed she possessed . . . she enjoyed teasing the animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly lick her lips, she thrust her hips and pelvis forward. She stood with her hands on her flaring hips, naked save for the flimsy bikini panties.
Slowly, brazenly, jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the material of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body, and she peeled them slowly downward, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking out of her mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.
Almost sadistically-sadism being the other side of the masochistic coin-she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled nothing more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what would arouse the men more, and so she slowly and insolently turned around, allowing them a hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and the lascivious way her firmly rounded buttocks rocked and undulated one against the other as she shifted her weight.
She turned and faced the men again, brazenly taking her time. Her eyes caught the big man's hand and how he barely resisted the impulse to rip her panties from her voluptuous body.
"Hurry up!" he spat nervously. "Mr. Burk does not like to keep his friends waiting ... hurry!"
"Why not?" she mocked, her eyes widened in innocence.
Menacingly, the big man stepped toward her, and, with a little irritating laugh, Dee pulled her panties down and let them fall silently and softly to the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped back and let both hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.
The big man broke the silence. "Move! There are people waiting!"
Brazenly naked, Dee strolled to the door that he held for her. They led her down a short hallway, their eyes on her proudly dimpling buttocks. She felt sensuously alive, every nerve in her body throbbing with a wild excitement. Oddly, she enjoyed being obscenely naked in front of these men, knowing she was driving them wild. Passing a mirror, she glanced in it and noted with satisfaction that neither man could take his eyes from her seductively undulating body.
The hall led to a small stage that very closely resembled the stage at the club in Hollywood where she had been taken a few nights earlier and had witnessed the live performance.
In the audience, her father thought Dee looked as though she was hardly conscious from fear and revulsion and yet she moved. Her eyelids appeared heavy and her eyes glassy; a slight mewl escaped from her lips as a short muscular man moved on the stage with her. He walked up to her and pinched her nipples hard and moved his head forward. The man's face with its huge nose was even with her smooth white belly, and his tongue snaked out and teased into her navel, bringing another mewl from her open mouth. She sucked in her breath in horror then, as she watched in transfixed horror the slobbering lips tracing a path down the smooth flat plane to the soft pubic hair guarding her secret parts. His powerful small hands dropped then, and, placing a thumb on either side of the fleshy lips of her cunt, he pulled them gently apart. The great slobbering tongue leapt forward, burying itself in the exposed slit with a wet, sluicing sound.
Changes even she didn't understand were corning over her. Instead of fighting with all her strength against these humiliating acts, Dee had instantly turned into a groaning mass of passion. She moved her feet far apart on the floor and tangled her hands in the little man's oily hair, pulling his ugly face into her crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue that probed hotly up into her wide-split pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in undisguised ecstasy.
And then, suddenly and surprisingly, it was Dee who was attacking!
The delightedly surprised Harry Cooke watched as she pushed the short man back to the bed, still holding his face tightly between her legs, and sat full down on it with her squirming buttocks. She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed. It was she who was doing the ravishing, animal grunts of lust coming in torrents from her lips. It was obvious to the crowd and her father that she was reaching for a climax already, her body completely out of control.
The short man was helpless in her desperate grasp. He was trying with all his strength to throw her from his suffocating body, but to no avail. He would have choked in another second had not the helpful hands of the two assistants pulled the jerking girl's body from him. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking out into the empty air.
The little man sat up choking and sputtering, his face beet red from the lack of air. "Turn her over, turn her over," he shouted. "Ill show the little bitch who's boss around here."
His face was now blue with rage. He had lost control of the situation. The handsome father and the people around him were laughing at him, and too many crowds had laughed at him. He had to show them. He had to make this little bitch scream . . . and scream good!
In mere seconds, the young Dee's flailing body was twisted about on the bed until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her white belly ground into the mattress, still striving hopelessly for the near orgasm just out of reach. Then, he took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs well apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. Exposed clearly to everyone was the tiny puckered hole nestled in the crevice of her shimmering buttocks. It throbbed as if it anticipated the man's next move. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of the young teenager's open cunt, and his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval asscheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick the crevice between them.
"Spread them wider," he commanded.
Dee's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the edges of the bed behind her. They were almost at right angles with her body. She thought she would split. The man's finger probed mercilessly, and he could hear her groan as it entered. She jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. She strained back at the intruding fingers as the rubbery flesh closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her face as it dug to the first knuckle.
He moved it around in the tight expanding hole in preparation of what was to follow, sawing it in and out, expanding the tiny anus more and more. Dee wriggled her hips back against it, her hands clawing at the mattress in front of her. He dug another finger in; this time it hurt. A short muffled squeal escaped from her lips as she buried her face into the covers. But the man persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the mattress. He screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching her tiny puckered anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit.
Her mouth opened suddenly then and began to pant and mewl as the man's cruel fingers worked around and around deep up her wide-stretched rectum. He grinned as he prodded at the defenseless asshole like an avenging demon. Dee squirmed beneath his cruel probes in total surrender.
"Fuck me there!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side so that she could look down on it. "Screw my ass! Screw my ass!"
Instantly, the man pulled his fingers out of the writhing young girl. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the clasping pink skin clinging to them until they withdrew with a wet, vacuum-like sucking noise. He pushed the cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the crevice. His tongue licked teasingly at the quivering hole until the squirming young girl could stand no more.
"Oh God, fuck it! Fuck it, please!" she breathed in a thick passionate plea. "Quick, quick, or die!"
Harry Cooke watched with increasing excitement as obediently, in reply to the little man's command, Dee struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused ugly little man. He stood up between her thighs, his huge cock standing straight out with the head resting in her split crevice.
She was at his mercy now, and he intended to take full advantage of it. He was at his best now that he could humiliate this helpless young girl. He made her reach back under her body and stroke at the hairy testicles dangling down between her spread thighs. She stroked at them delicately, as though they were sacred eggs that shouldn't be broken.
"Put my cock in, bitch!" he spat at her harshly.
Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of his balls and grasped the huge, hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and perceived for the first time the enormity of the throbbing instrument. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
"Put it in, I say!" he snarled roughly, digging his fingers harshly into the tops of her thighs.
Dee finally submitted to the cold command and pressure of his hands and placed the tip against the tight hairless opening. Probing and working against her tender anus, the muscles of the man's stomach stood out as he strained forward. It was worming its way into her, like a giant battering ram trying to force its way into her quivering behind. He clenched his eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure, and the huge head popped inside with a sudden rush. A slight hiss of escaping air could be heard as it entered.
"COOooohhh," she groaned from the pain, her face contorted tightly from the first ravishment of her defenseless anus. His pressing thighs forced her forward and she began slipping away. t
"Shove back! Shove back!" the ugly little man shouted.
Dee hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. Her body looked like that of a pet dog straining back on all fours against her master's leash. The man, actually drooling now, hugged her waving hips tightly and pushed inward with all his strength.
"Oh God, it hurts, it hurts, it's too big, too big!"
But the hard fleshy rod surged forward, battering the rubbery resistant flesh before it without mercy.
"OOOhhh, ooohhhhhh," she groaned as his pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument was buried to the balls in her nearly split ass. She was hopelessly impaled! Harry groaned excitedly as, almost imperceptibly at first, then with obviously mounting passion, Dee began to move backwards to meet the forward thrusts of the ugly little man's body. She was reveling in the lewd sodomizing of her backside, like a slave bending before her cruel master. The man rammed into her with hard vicious thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal.
The pain suddenly seemed strangely pleasant to her, and she turned her head from side to side, her hair thrashing around her head. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a masochistic joy that depicted to the hypnotized audience the feelings of the giant cock boring into her.
Kneeling behind her, the man took sadistic delight in the sight of his huge penis pushing and pulling at the pink flesh surrounding her clasping asshole. His eyes flashed as he began a series of brutal hard thrusts that sent the still growing member sinking to the hilt in Dee's wide-split crevice. His balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further mewlings of pleasure hissing through her clenched teeth.
Her glassy eyes stared unseeingly around the room, passing over the figure of her father sitting with Stella. She was gone . . . completely out of her mind now with perverted lust!
"OOOhhh, fuck it, fuck it, on, on," she gasped as the man pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the head around and around deep inside her rectum. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure, and his hands crawled over her buttocks and back, kneading the flesh like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender milk-white skin. "Oh, yes," she panted, even at the pain. "Keep it up . . . keep it up!"
He pulled it out almost to the tip of the blood-filled head, exposing the giant inflated testicles, ready to explode. It was apparent to Harry that he was just holding it back to torment the squirming impaled girl longer. This was part of the ugly little man's pleasure. This was his ultimate reward!
He reached down and pulled her asscheeks wide apart, beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with hard smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the light over the bed. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a long distance runner, his eyes locked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight-fitting glove. He had lost control of himself as he felt his cock growing like a tire inflating. His balls hung heavy from the sperm building there, and they had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.
Dee mumbled incoherently beneath his pounding hips behind her. She waved her ass salaciously back against his eager thrusts. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to shoot his great wad of sperm deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass, and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been before. Her shoulders dropped to the mattress so that her ass was now sticking high up in the air and the great plunging cock could fuck her at will.
There was nothing now but this great fleshy mass filling her with pleasure and pain, and the pain was pleasure, too. She ground happily back against it as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could mean only one beautiful thing.
The ugly short man threw his head back and groaned as he thrust his cock's full length into the young teenager's full-stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh like the talons of a hungry hawk. He screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds that mixed wildly with the obscene insults he hurled spitefully at the vanquished teenaged girl writhing on her knees beneath him.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" he screamed. "Fuck back! Fuck back! You little bitch!"
As Harry Cooke watched in wonderment, Dee, beneath the man's pounding small body, felt the first delicious waves of the hot white liquid creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like a great licking tongue sunk deep inside her.
She screamed her own release at the same time as it gushed from her open cunt, drenching the man's hairy balls pressed tightly against the spewing opening. His come ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling. -
Her rape was complete when the man pulled his glistening penis from her ass.
"Did you like that, you little hot bitch?" he hissed.
Dee was too far gone to actually reply. She nodded her head as if she were a robot, agreeing to anything she was programmed to agree to, and at this moment her programming had been a wild, sexual program. And, too, Dee was glad, extremely glad of this. Right now, for the first time in several days, she felt completely run down, wiped out, and exhausted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, Harry Cooke, knowing how tired and hung over Dee "would be, let her sleep in. He had insisted the night before that she shower, and then he had helped her dry her tender, abused young body. She crawled into bed completely nude, so Harry just pulled a sheet over her and let her sleep.
After he had his shower, Harry walked into Dee's room and studied her small body, huddled in the bed. She squirmed a bit as if she were dreaming, then she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Good morning, princess," he said.
"Good morning to you, Daddy," she smiled.
When she got up out of bed she looked at his nude body and asked, "What's on the agenda today?"
"Maybe a little fucking; just you and I," he said, his voice soft and full of love for her.
"Let me take a shower first.''
Dee was in and out in five minutes. When she returned her father had two Bloody Marys in his hands. "Here, this will bring you alive."
"Oh, Daddy. Just the thought of fucking you brought me alive."
They drank their strong drinks and Dee reached and took one of his hands and pulled it to her pussy. Harry let one finger work inside the lips, and when she felt the finger touch her clit, she shivered. Violently. "Feels good, feels so fucking good," she sighed.
Now she took his soft cock in her hand, and with two fingers, slowly rubbed it until it began to harden. After a few minutes, she pushed him away slightly and dropped to her knees. Taking the half-hard cock into her mouth, she sucked on it until it began to grow firm in her mouth.
When it was hard to her satisfaction, she pulled away and fell to the floor, spreading her legs wide as she did so.
It took Harry a moment to realize that Dee wanted him to eat her. He bent down over her and kissed her tits. Dee felt the warmth and the moisture of his lips all through her body. Again she shivered and moaned.
"Oh Daddy, don't stop! It's so nice. You really know how to please me!"
In reply, Harry lightly bit at Dee's tit. She shivered and sighed.
Harry licked his lips, so as to have them wet and pliant. Putting his mouth down over her tit, he rapidly nicked at her boob with his tongue. Dee whimpered. Snuggling onto the hardness of the floor, she prepared for a lot of hot, wet, pulsating joy.
Harry alternated between her tits. He licked one and then the other. He extended his tongue, and he licked the fleshy mounds of her breast, the space between her tits, and back to her nipples. She felt his tongue as if it weighed ten times as much. She was hypersensitive to touch, because of the thought of what he would be doing in a few more minutes to her pussy.
"Oh, sweet Daddy! This is wonderful! Oh, you're such a fine lover. Better than Mr. Burk or all the rest. Now, please! Please . . . put your bottom around here so I can get your hot cock in my mouth. I want to feel it throbbing. I want to feel the hardness and the strength in it!"
"Not yet, baby. I want to do some more things first," Harry said.
"Then eat my boobs! Suck my tits and eat my nipples."
Harry loved to hear her voice, her tender love commands. Her sweet voice, so full of sex, rolled out of her lips low and full of passion, thick as hot honey, and caressing to the big man's ears and his senses.
He felt his body shiver all over with anticipation of the feel of her. But he wanted to have her keyed up to a fever pitch, to a point of insane ecstasy, before he put his powerful cock into her hot, quivering pussy.
"Please," she begged.
"No." He was firm, but not rough.
He put her left boob in his mouth, and he sucked on it with all his strength. Dee cried out with excruciating pleasure. She tossed her head madly, and she sucked her breath in through her clenched teeth. She was made for her big daddy's tongue. She wanted to feel it snaking into her hungry pussy.
As if he had read her mind, Harry began to work his way down her smooth body. Before he took leave of the upper half of her, however, he kissed her. He nibbled at her lips as if they were sweet deserts. He lightly bit at them, and then he licked her lips with his tongue, flat and wet.
Dee felt her pussy growing hotter by the second. Harry was a much more skillful lover than anyone she had encountered. He seemed to sense exactly what she wanted him to do before she realized it first. She spread her legs wide, and closed her eyes, so she could feel the tiniest and most subtle expressions of his erotic passions.
He kissed her shoulder and licked the inside of her arm, then he bit the inside of her elbow and licked her skin dry. Working his way down her creamy golden body, nibbling and biting, he licked and kissed.
Dee was getting more passionate and restless. She was eager for his mouth in her pussy. She churned her hips a little, and her father increased his travail. He stuck his hot tongue into her navel, and then he moved all the way down to her hot box.
Putting his arm around her hips, he pulled up her thighs and put his hands on her ass. When he squeezed her ass firmly with his hands, Dee gasped at the feeling that produced. Harry raised up her legs to his shoulders and put his nose down into her wet cunt-Dee cried out, "Ohhhhh," when he touched her there. Her pussy was damp and dark, full of aroused passion, damp and steaming with her love juices.
He licked her pussy tentatively at the lips, and marveled at the aroma that escaped from her tender slit. He thought he smelled sex more strongly than ever before.
He pushed his face deeper into Dee's cunt, causing her to begin hunching his face with the excitement of her heated sexuality. He had ignited the flame. She was beginning to roar in flames of erotic need.
She groaned deeply from down in her belly as he thrust his tongue far into her hot, wet snatch. He nipped the edges of her lips, and he licked the tapering ends of her lips at the rear of her, near her ass.
Sharpening his tongue into a point, he drove little circles around her asshole. The small, puckered, hairy thing was tender and flexing madly in anticipation of his penetration.
Harry shoved his tongue deep into her, and she moaned and cried out now, loudly, when he stuck his tongue into her aching hole. She rocked from side to side and let her cheeks shake with the deep pleasure he was giving her. Getting hotter and more eager, Dee could hardly wait now for him to shove his hard, throbbing cock into her body; and any hole would be all right, any opening, as long as it was his cock probing into her.
He spoke to her now, gently, breathing small words of praise for her magnificent body, saying, "Oh sweet baby, you are so luscious, so sweet and so sexy. I want to give you so much pleasure. And I'm going to fuck you hard in a little while. I'll pound it into you until you can't stand it. Baby doll, you're going to get the best and the finest fuck you've ever had."
His words washed over her like a wave of sweetness, and she churned her pelvis. He licked her cunt and her ass. He blew little puffs of hot breath into her cunt and up her ass with light, sure strokes. Nuzzling his whole face into her steaming pussy, he thought he might be able to fall deep inside her. At the same time, he was anxious to have her suck his cock.
Dee, responsive, reached for it, pulling it toward her face. Harry twisted around and stretched out his hard legs, pulling her hips over on top of his face. Dee spread her legs and nestled down onto his face. Harry gobbled and licked. He sucked and lapped her pussy in quick movements until Dee didn't really know what was going on.
And she had begun to busy herself with his cock. She tentatively licked the glans, and she circled the flared skin with her tongue. Applying her teeth to his shaft, she nibbled slightly.
She felt his cock going deep into her warm mouth, into her throat, and she closed her eyes to cause a greater share of the sensations to filter into her body through the taste buds.
His cock was slippery and hard, and she felt her lips working feverishly to heat his meat. She sucked and licked him at the same time; then, at the exact moment she worked on him, she felt, too, his mouth exploring, working and sucking at her cunt.
He was deep inside her pussy, and he found the walls of her love channel slick with her juices. They were both entering a state of pure animalistic arousal. Both of them were deeply engrossed in the oral delights of sucking at each other's sex organs.
Harry found that he was losing track of his senses, just working his way deeply into his daughter's naked pussy. He had glimpses in his mind, little flashes of the entire gorgeous nude body, and it was exciting to him to think that he was fucking this beautiful young child who was his daughter. He felt a flood of pride, a huge sense of well-being in that fact.
He worked harder and faster, bringing gurgling sounds from Dee, who had his prick buried in her mouth.
Even Dee could feel his cock growing in her hot mouth. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt inside her mouth. She was driving him to greater manhood! His cock grew larger than it had ever been before in his entire life. Now Dee grew wild for it. She wanted to have this big prick in her pussy. She began to suck hard on his cock, and Harry felt like he would come in her hot throat. This made him nervous a bit, because what he really wanted to do was fuck her in the cunt, to come inside her body, to flood her, to fill her until his come was running down her wet pussy, seeping and dripping off onto the floor.
Now Harry pulled out of her, got his cock from her mouth, and stopped licking her pussy.
Dee spread her legs wide and begged, "Oh Daddy, let's fuck! Right now! Put it in me! Give me that cock! Oh, Daddy, come in me, fill me. Fuck me!" It sounded like a dying wail. She moaned and shuddered violently.
Harry trembled with the heat of her. He could feel her aroused passion encircling him and pulling him downward and into her.
The lips of her snatch yielded effortlessly to his thrust. The moisture was contained inside her cunt, and the outer lips were somewhat dry. That gave Harry a brief sensation of friction. The rub of hot, dry skin, and the tingle it brought to the tender tip of his cock were overwhelming. Harry thought he would come the second he felt it. But he held on; clamping hard on his nuts, he pushed his iron scepter into her.
"Ohhhh," she sighed. "You're big and hard. So big and hard! Oh, Daddy, it feels wonderful!"
Harry thrust at her steamy hole now with even greater passion. He took hold of her thighs, and he pushed himself harder and harder into her. She squeezed her creamy thighs and noted the exquisite feel of her asscheeks in his hands. They were more than capable hands could hold, but the feel was nevertheless marvelous to him. He used the grip of her ass to pull himself into her.
When the thick base of his prick wedged against the entrance to her cunt, Dee sighed deeply and gnashed her teeth. She hit her head against the floor underneath her, and they pumped each other with mounting fury and frenzy.
She let out a yelp of delight every time his cock pushed deeply into her. Harry found himself gasping and grunting with renewed pleasure when she squeezed the muscles of her pussy down on him.
He moaned, "Oh, baby. That's beautiful. Squeeze me harder. I like it Harder! Oh, it feels great when you do it like that!"
They worked beautifully together. His cock was big and full and inside her cunt They were tight! Up tight! But, doing it right! he thought, then laughed at his thought They both let out sharp cries of delighted erotic ecstasy. It was better than it had ever been before. Both Harry and Dee realized that this was something very special.
Dee wrapped her legs around his waist There she clung, letting their bellies slap together. Truly, this was one of the prettiest sounds in human life, Dee thought The slapping of two bodies making love sent pleasurable shivers throughout her body.
They were also making wet sucking sounds, pounding in and out of each other. His huge cock pulled out of her tight cunt with a sound very much like that made by a foot pulling from sticky mud.
Harry's cock drove harder and harder into her tight pussy. Even as Dee pumped more and more of her tender twat sauce out of her cunt and around his cock, they did not loosen the fit they had. It was still tight . . . and perfect, like a tight glove.
She squeezed him hard with her firm, creamy long legs. When she stuck her tongue in his ear, Harry ate at her tit. Now they pumped and humped harder with long muscular strokes, driving into each other with determination.
Harry held her close to himself. He loved the sensation of her belly up against his, and he felt her ass and her thighs when he was deep inside her, stroking her with longer and longer intervals. His hard tongue worked fast, licking and flicking her taut nipples as he jammed his enormous prick into her, growing more hot and passionately feverish by the moment.
Dee lost all track of the time, and she arched her back. She wiggled her ass as he fucked her. Dee was in heaven. There were few things in life Dee liked better than a really good fucking like her father was now giving her. He knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
Harry was giving her one of the best she had ever had, and she gave way to the beauty of it with no reservations about anything. She would do anything for him! And she hoped the feeling was mutual! Would he do anything for her? The answer would have to wait for a while.
Harry was really pouring it on with no reservations about anything. He suddenly sensed the tingling sensation in his cock which precedes a big orgasm. He moaned, "Oh, Dee, sweetie, you gonna make it soon? I'm about to blow you away. I'm burning, honey. Come on, baby, come on! Do it with me!" He chanted the last words over and over.
Dee sucked in her belly and felt his firm stomach slap hers with mounting fury. It was all too fantastic. She rode him with sweet white heat. She, too, felt herself on the verge of something really great!
With her, the sensation was only slightly different. She felt all over like she was being swept away. Every pore of her body quivered, and she felt as though she were about to be tumbled over a great falls. The roaring, the lights, everything in her head began to explode, and she moaned, "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! It's so fantastic. I can't stand it! I'm coming, oh, I'm coming so haaaaaaaaa-aarrrrdddd!"
Harry's strokes became faster and faster! He felt his balls about to explode with the pleasure of the release of his boiling semen.
His prick grew very hot and tingling. It was burning with the impending orgasm of the man. He felt his whole body tense as his boiling white come began to spew up out of his scrotum.
He fucked her in shorter strokes. He went faster, and the pounding, the short strokes, were harder. Then he drew in his breath in short gasps.
There was a strong but invisible bond between them as they perched on the edge of their orgasms. They both humped so profusely, their skins were virtually cemented by the fury of their sex.
"EEeeaaaggghhh!" Dee's scream commenced from deep inside her.
Harry started to make sounds but his throat was frozen, and all he could do was to let loose with a strange wailing, animal sound.
His cream erupted with the force of an unleashed volcano, spewing from the tip of his cock. It gushed with astonishing fury into her, and she felt the hot, wet rush of his semen raging into her pussy.
She shrieked, "Ohhhhhh! Daddy! Daddy!"
Her pussy glowed with her juices, mingled with his, and flooded out and downward. It dripped and ran down her ass and onto her legs. Hot, sticky love sauce, and the scent of the two of them together was sharp and strong-smelling lovely to her. It saturated the floor, as did their sweat from the prolonged period of fucking. And then it was over!
Later, much later, Dee turned to the prone figure of her father and asked, "Daddy, when we get back home are you going to share me with your friends?"
"Honey," he said thoughtfully, "from this point on I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine!"
"I'm glad, Daddy. That's all I ever really wanted." She sighed deeply and dozed back off, dreaming that she was in bed with her father and they were fucking away.
