Sigmund Freud, the father of modem psychiatry, defined "repression" as follows in his Outline of Psychoanalysis: "The infantile ego, under the documentation of the external world, disposes of undesirable instinctual demands by means of what are called repressions."
In other words, in Freud's opinion, repression is often a useful process, enabling us to bury and restrain anti-social urges such as aggression, selfishness, and unrestricted self-indulgence, so that we may live in harmony with others. But Freud also admitted that repression can often lead to neurosis, and this is the focus of modem psychiatry in regard to the phenomenon. It would seem that our society demands too much repression, the bottling up of too many infantile urges, often resulting in a frustrated individual with a warped mind. Such a person is Rona, the heroine of All for Daddy.
Rona's basic personality has been "repressed" almost out of existence, thanks to her stem and strictly religious parents, who taught her that every basic bodily need, eating, elimination, playing, love, is "dirty." Rona grew up afraid to be a normal human being, afraid to do the things which came most naturally to her. While such an attitude was not atypical in the previous century, the so-called Victorian Era, it is distinctly a liability in modern times, and needless to say, Rona found herself a very unhappy woman.
Rona might have continued in this fashion, frustrated and miserable, had she not reached an unexpected crisis in her life at the age of forty-five. That crisis is the subject of this book. Forced into intimate contact with a totally liberated man and his equally uninhibited daughter, Rona is suddenly forced to acknowledge all the powerful instincts she has repressed for most of her life. Naturally this experience is deeply upsetting to her, but in the end it proves to be her salvation. For the first time in her life, she is not afraid to admit her most basic needs, including her long-suppressed need for sex. As a result she feels alive and happy at last. Thus the "moral" of our story is that too severe repression of the child results in a restricted and unhappy adult, a person afraid to be himself. While some infantile needs certainly must be repressed (e.g., the urge to harm others in order to get what one wants), repression is out of place when it comes to the sexual instincts and can only result in neurosis of one sort or another. The reader may not approve of the way Rona "works out" her neurosis, but he will certainly approve of her final solution.
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CHAPTER ONE
Miss Rona Brown, a spinster of forty-five, was watering the plants on the patio of her apartment when she heard strange noises. She heard scuffling, giggling, and rapid breathing, which indicated that someone might be having fun. Miss Brown instinctively disapproved of people having fun. She considered it immoral and a waste of precious time. Since the suspicious noises were very near, Miss Brown decided to investigate. If there was any hanky-panky going on near her apartment, she intended to stop it.
Miss Brown lived on the ground floor of the large apartment building, and every ground floor apartment had a patio in back, separated from other patios by a high reed fence. The scuffling and giggling noises were coming from behind Miss Brown's east fence, and since she could not see over it, she peered through it. She gawked for about thirty seconds at what she saw, and then she very slowly turned red.
Animals, thought Miss Brown, perverts.
On the other side of the fence she saw her neighbors sunbathing in the nude. In southern California, of course, this was nothing unusual--except that the new neighbors consisted of a father and a teenage daughter. Miss Brown highly disapproved of nudity, and she was scandalized to see her neighbor, Lew Mason, stretched out naked beside his thirteen-year-old daughter, Tricia, who also wore not a stitch of clothing. It was vulgar, it was outrageous, it was-- well, it just wasn't right.
Miss Brown knew that a decent woman would avert her eyes from something so wicked, but somehow she couldn't stop peering through the fence. She felt as if her eyes were glued to the sight. Lew Mason, a man of about fifty was powerfully built, with broad shoulders, rippling muscles in his thick arms and legs, and a virile matting of silver hair all over his deeply tanned body. His face was rugged and leathery but not unattractive, and he had a healthy mane of silver hair. Miss Brown had heard, from the other tenants' gossip, that Lew Mason was a successful businessman and had been widowed about a year ago when his wife was killed in a car crash. Up to now, Rona Brown had respected his privacy, imagining him to be in mourning--but this man was far from downcast. He lay on his stomach, sipping a gin and tonic and talking gaily with his daughter. Rona gawked at his small, tightly muscled buttocks and blushed again. She found herself wondering what his cock and balls looked like--and the thought was so wicked that she scolded herself and quickly shifted her attention to the girl.
Tricia Mason--called "Trish" by her father--was thirteen years old and just budding into womanhood. She was a small, slim girl, with long coltish legs and boyishly slim hips, and her blonde hair was cut short in a springy cap of thick curls. She had her father's bright blue eyes and short nose, but not his rugged body. She looked delicate and fairy like. She lay on her side, chatting with her father, and Rona could see her tiny budding breasts, no bigger than tangerines, milky-white little globes with pretty, light pink nipples. At the base of her belly, the girl had a tiny puff of light blonde fur which was not yet thick enough to conceal the pink, plump lips of her mons. As she talked with her father, she idly stroked and petted herself there, hardly conscious of the gesture. Rona saw, however, that Lew noticed and was looking with considerable interest at his daughter's immature pussy-fur.
Rona was shocked and disgusted, yet still she couldn't stop spying. She wondered what was the matter with her, why she should be compelled to go on looking at this obscenity. To make matters worse, she began to experience a strange sensation, a glowing and moistening between her legs. Something about the wicked scene was making her dry and narrow cunt come to life, making it grow hot with longing, making it seep eager cream. She felt the crotch of her panties growing moist, and she blushed deeply. She was a decent, moral woman. Why should she have such evil sensations? For forty-five years--all her life--she'd worked to rid herself of all need for sex, to root out every wicked thought from her mind. Why was this happening to her?
Rona Brown looked, indeed, as if she'd never had a sexual thought or feeling in her whole life. Tall, slender almost to skinniness, she moved stiffly and coldly, her face permanently set in a sour expression. Her thick chestnut hair was pinned back tightly in a prim bun, and her clothes were bulky and mannish, hiding her feminine curves. For she did have some womanly features, notably a pair of size 42 breasts which embarrassed her terribly and which she did her best to conceal. Rona did not want to look like a woman, because she was afraid of being a woman. To let herself go, to admit her female needs and longings, would invite male attention--and men wanted only one thing. Her parents, stem and deeply religious, had told her again and again to stay away from men. Men were evil, wicked, and dirty-minded. Indeed, according to Rona's parents, just about every natural function of the body was "dirty" or "sinful." Rona grew up ashamed to enjoy the most natural things in life--eating, sleeping, sex. Above all, she feared sex. It was the work of Satan, her parents said, and no "nice" girl would want it. So Rona did her best to stay away from it, not even to think about it.
She had slipped only once. Now, peering through the fence and gawking at the naked bodies of Lew Mason and his daughter she could not help remembering the one time she'd experienced sex. She blushed to recall it, she was filled with shame and guilt, yet she couldn't repress the vivid memory--and, perversely, it excited her to recall it. She'd been twenty-five years old then, a virgin, and just out of secretarial school, starting her first job. Her boss, a middle-aged man named Wright, sold insurance and had a one-girl office. Rona did all the typing, filing, bookkeeping, and phone answering. One day after she'd been on the job for a few weeks, Mr. Wright called her into his small inner office, and Rona took her steno pad along, assuming that he wanted to dictate a letter.
Harold Wright was a very tall, bony man, almost cadaverous-looking, with horn-rimmed glasses and a great beak of a nose and very little hair. In short, he was hardly sexy, and Rona was very surprised when instead of dictating a letter, he asked her out to dinner. She politely refused, wanting nothing to do with men. She was even more surprised, then, when Wright said, "What's the matter with you, Miss Brown? Why do you hate men?"
"Hate men, sir?" said Rona. "I don't hate them."
"Yes, you do," said Wright. "You cringe every time I pass your desk, and you almost faint when men come into the office. You hate men and you're afraid of them. Why?"
Rona gawked at him. What could she say? It would be embarrassing to repeat her mother's warning, that men are filthy-minded beasts.
"Please, Mr. Wright," she said, "I'd rather not discuss it. May we get on with our work?"
Wright rose from behind his desk, walked around it, and grabbed Rona from her chair. She shrieked as he threw her across the desk onto her back and began fumbling with the buttons of her mannish tweed jacket. She'd never been touched by a man before, not even kissed or fondled. His hands felt very big and hard and strong. Rona was terrified.
"Let me go," she said desperately.
"Not till I find out something," said Wright, who was already panting and sweating. Unable to unbutton her jacket as fast as he wanted, he simply ripped it open, popping all the buttons. Under her neat white sweater, her huge tits wobbled invitingly. "I want to find out if you're frigid," he said.
"But, Mr. Wright--" Rona said, sputtering. "That's wicked. Let go of me. You can't--" Wright stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth and went about his business, now undisturbed by her shrieks and protests. He'd never seen a pair of tits so big and firm. He could hardly wait to uncover them. With one big powerful hand he pressed down on her shoulder, pinning her to the desk, and with the other he ripped off her sweater, exposing her great, milky-white boobs. He just had to stop and stare then. They were even bigger than he'd thought--the silly woman had worn a tight bra and bulky clothes to conceal them. Each huge quivering globe was as big as his head, plump and smooth and pointed. They were the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen. Wright couldn't resist reaching out to fondle them, and the great creamy globes overflowed his hands, soft and wobbling. He thought of his wife--skinny, flat-chested, and totally put off by sex, and he felt powerfully aroused. Rona was like all the girls of his homy fantasies. By God, maybe it would cost him a secretary, but he was going to have this girl.
Meanwhile Rona, her cries stifled by the handkerchief, stared at her boss in horror and disbelief. She couldn't believe that dignified Mr. Wright was doing this wicked thing, nor that it was happening to HER, who'd always gone out of her way to avoid men. She wanted to die of shame. No man had ever looked at her tits before, let along touched them. She found that his touch was not unpleasant, at least physically, but she felt that it was very wrong of him to do it. She struggled to get loose, but his powerful grip held her flat against the desk.
"You ought to show off your breasts, my dear," said Wright excitedly. "They're magnificent."
Rona blushed at the thought. She could never be one of those hussies who wore bikinis and low-cut dresses and tight sweaters, inviting men to do sinful things to them. She whimpered in fear and shame, but Wright paid no attention. He was eying her long, well-shaped legs, and then suddenly his hand was snaking up her skirt. Rona lurched violently and tried to escape, but Wright merely increased the pressure of his hold, so hard that she whimpered with pain. Rona was horrified as his hand snuck up her silky-fleshed legs, closer and closer to that secret place her parents had told her never to touch. She only touched herself there in the bathtub, and even then she didn't look. It would be horrible to have a man touch her there. She made muffled sounds of shock as she felt Wright's hand snuggling into her warm, moist crotch. His fingers played with the legband of her sensible white cotton panties, then crept inside to caress the delicate fringe of hair that surrounded her secret place. Rona was blushing with mortification, but the worst was yet to come.
Seeking to arouse the girl, Mr. Wright wriggled his finger around in that warm dark place under her panties, till he located the tiny pulsing bump of her clitoris. As he touched it and began to rub it gently, a remarkable change came over Miss Brown. She went quite still, and her brown eyes got wider and wider. Her blush deepened. She made odd gurgling noises in her throat. Wright couldn't tell if she liked what he was doing or if she was about to faint. He kept on rubbing her slick little clitoral nub, however, hoping to turn her on.
Rona was already turned on, for the first time in her life. No one had ever touched her clit before, and so she hadn't known that it was a powerful source of erotic pleasure. This came as a complete surprise to her, for she'd thought she'd buried all her sexual urges, that no man could ever arouse her. The very first touch of Wright's big finger on her delicate little clit had sent a blinding burst of pleasure shooting through her body, and as he methodically rubbed the small fleshy button, she felt her pelvis melting with hominess, her cunt and vulva growing wet with need. At first she didn't understand what was happening to her, except that his rubbing felt very good and she wanted more. Finally it dawned on her that this was "lust"--that dangerous emotion her parents had warned her about. She was frightened and shamed, yet she couldn't bring herself to twist away from the wicked play of his fingers. It felt too good, much too good...
Her boss felt her vulva growing hot and creamy, and he grinned wickedly down at her. "So," he said triumphantly, "you're not frigid after all. You like that. Good. Here's something else you'll like."
Rona gurgled loudly as she felt his big finger sliding deliciously through the plump wet folds of her vulva, approaching the virgin mouth of her vagina. She knew it was terribly wicked of him to touch her there, and even more wicked of her to permit and enjoy it, but again she couldn't bear to have him stop. Never in her life had she experienced such wild pleasure. Wright gently wriggled his big middle finger into the wet sucking mouth of her tiny, untried cunt, and Rona moaned hoarsely. It should have hurt. She'd read that it was terribly painful for a virgin to be penetrated, even by something as thin as a finger--but, to the contrary, his gentle probing felt marvelous. Very slowly he eased his finger up her seething hot passage, and she whimpered with pleasure and let her legs fall open wider. She wanted more of this, deeper penetration, greater thickness. She was almost crazy with pleasure now, the last shreds of her conscience slipping away.
Wright felt her abundant steamy juices boiling around his probing finger, and he felt satisfied that the girl was ready. Certainly his wife never creamed and moaned this way when he played with her. The girl was still a little nervous, he could tell, but he simply couldn't wait. Just fooling around with her lush young body had aroused him unbearably. Inside his sensible gray business suit, his cock had swollen to mammoth proportions, and his balls ached with their load. Ready or not, he had to have her. He withdrew his finger from her cunt, and there was a wet sucking noise as he did so, she was so creamy. Then with sweaty hands he began to tug down her panties. She had a cute little puff of chestnut mons fur, but Wright didn't stop to admire it. He whisked her panties off, tossed them aside, and began to unbuckle his belt. The crotch of his pants was absurdly tented with his fierce erection.
He had to let go of her to take down his pants, but Rona didn't try to get away. She was stunned with pleasure, and she found herself fascinated with what her boss was doing. As he fumbled with his belt and zipper, she simply couldn't take her eyes off his tented crotch, even though she knew it was wicked to look. She'd never seen a cock before, not really. There'd been the time when she was about four years old and her father had neglected to close the bathroom door. Rona, toddling by, caught a glimpse of his "thing"--long and white and rubbery--and then all hell broke loose. Her parents accused her of looking on purpose, and the child was beaten mercilessly.
From that time on, understandably, Rona had never tried to see a man naked. Now, however, she couldn't help gawking. She was dying to know what "it" looked like.
Wright, sweating and clumsy, finally managed to unzip his pants and let them slip to the floor. Rona's eyes grew very wide as she focused on male genitals for the very first time in her twenty-five years. Unlike her father's penis, which she recalled being limp, Mr. Wright's short thick dong stuck straight up, stiff and swollen, capped by a purple head. From a small dark slit at the top, white cream bubbled. Rona's astonished eyes travelled down his pale fat meat to the nest of tight curls at the base, and below this she saw his round tightly swollen balls, covered with a fine mesh of dark hairs. She decided that the whole apparatus was brutish and very ugly, yet the sight of it made her very excited. Her cunt contracted powerfully with need and creamed another flood of hot juice. She tried to imagine that stiff fat thing going into her, and again she felt a dizzying burst of lust. She didn't understand how she could be so wicked, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. She lay there gawking and blushing, helpless to move, as Wright, his pants around his ankles, hobbled toward her.
She felt his hot sweaty flesh on her inner thighs as he positioned himself between her legs. He picked up her legs, holding them securely under his arms, and then poked the blazing hot head of his cock into the mushy slick tissues of her vulva. He was leering like a fiend as he began to move his hips, trying to penetrate her. Rona couldn't meet his wicked gaze. She blushed hotly and closed her eyes.
"Easy," said Wright in a hoarse eager voice. "Easy... It's going to be fun. You just relax. There... ahhhhh!"
Rona felt this thick short dick slipping into her creamy snug vagina. It struck her only then that she was losing her virginity. She'd been so dizzy with pleasure before that she hadn't even considered this momentous fact. It was too late now to do anything about it. He was an inch into her, then two inches, very slowly working his way up her deliciously snug slick cunt. It was too late to save her virginity, and she didn't care. His slow thick penetration was the most powerful pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. She gasped, creamed furiously, and let her legs fall open obscenely wide. She wanted him to get in all the way.
"Oooooo," moaned Rona, "aaahhh... "
"Yes," said her boss, panting in his excitement, "it feels great, doesn't it? Well, it's going to get even better, my dear. Even better... "
He'd never fucked a cunt so tight before, so hot and wet and snug. He was tempted to cum right then and there, but he held out. He'd really love to bring her off, too. Frosty, haughty Miss Brown needed it, and it would give him tremendous satisfaction to fuck her silly, to wipe that sour frigid look off her face once and for all. Gritting his teeth, sawing back and forth with his rigid thick prick, holding back his own climax, he began to fuck her.
She came almost at once, and she came again and again. At first Rona was frightened, the sensation was so powerful, shaking and convulsing her body, but very quickly she gave herself up to the wild pleasure of it, screaming her joy, creaming floods around her boss' thick sawing penis. Wright grinned down at her, enormously pleased with himself.
"Feels pretty good, huh?" he said.
"Oh, my God, YES," wailed Rona. "OOOHHH!"
At last he could hold out no longer, and he came, whining and squirting a heavy load of cum into her deflowered cunt. He wasn't a young man, and he had to take a nap right afterward, falling asleep on the office sofa. Rona used the opportunity to clear out her desk and leave him a note saying she was quitting. Her passion spent, she was horrified at herself for being such a slut, for giving up her precious innocence without a struggle. She knew she could never face this man after he'd seen her like that--her legs thrown wide open, her face twisted with wicked pleasure, her voice shrill as she told him how much she loved his fucking. She not only left her job, she left that part of the country, moving out to California.
The episode with Mr. Wright had happened twenty years ago, and Rona had never let another man touch her, but she remembered her one and only fuck as if it had happened yesterday. Things just hadn't been the same after Wright made love to her. She'd become aware of the pleasures of sex, miserably aware of how much she needed it, and of how easy she was to seduce. She was careful to avoid temptation by avoiding men, but she couldn't avoid her insistent and nagging lust. So she took to satisfying herself with her own hand. She was terribly ashamed of the habit, but it was better, she decided, than letting a man touch her.
Now Miss Rona Brown stood on her patio, peering through the fence at her naked neighbor and his equally naked daughter-and her ever-present hominess burst into uncontrollable need. She found her hand slipping up under her skirt, her wicked fingers sneaking under the crotch of her panties. She located her tiny pulsing hot clit and began to rub it, and almost at once her cunt creamed a steamy flood of juice that soaked her hand. She began to frig herself furiously, till cunt-cream trickled down her inner thighs. Her breathing grew loud and hoarse, she couldn't stifle the little whimpers of pleasure that came from her lips as she finger-fucked herself nearer and nearer to release.
"Hey, what's that?" said Lew Mason, turning and staring in the direction of the fence. "You hear a weird noise?"
"Yes," said his daughter Trish. "Panting and whining, like a dog. I didn't know the old maid had a dog."
"Ssshhh," said Lew. "She'll hear you."
Rona had already heard. Blushing with mortification, she fled into her apartment and the privacy of her bedroom where, many a long lonely night, she had satisfied her wicked lusts alone. Even as she frigged herself, however, she decided that something had to be done about her new neighbors. That nude sun bathing was scandalous. Tomorrow she'd see what she could do about it.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day was Friday, and when Miss Rona Brown got home from work she'd almost forgotten about her wicked neighbors. It was a relief to have the weekend ahead of her, a chance to relax. She had a shower and put on a light lounging robe, even allowed herself a small glass of wine. Of course her parents had told her that liquor leads to sin, but Rona found that a glass of wine after work helped ease her weariness, and she didn't think one little glass would hurt. Only as she strolled out onto the patio to check her plants did she remember Lew Mason and his daughter.
She heard light, happy voices engaged in conversation, and she went to peer through the fence. There they were, naked again, just like yesterday, only this time, instead of lying on his stomach, Lew Mason was on his side, facing his daughter. Rona realized with shock and disgust that the young girl could see his penis. That was really too much. What in the world was the man thinking of?
In fact Lew Mason was thinking, Christ, I'm horny!
He was a devoted father, and he came home directly from work every day to be with his daughter, so he had no time to meet women or go on dates. Since the death of his wife almost two years ago, his sex life had come to a halt. He'd assumed that at fifty he wouldn't get horny, that he was too old for that, but he'd been wrong. He wanted a woman badly, but he didn't want to leave Trish with a lot of babysitters, either. He had to be both mother and father to her, and he couldn't let her feel neglected. He loved the girl deeply, but damn it, it was hard not having any sexual life. Lately it was worse than ever--so bad that he'd begun to catch himself admiring his daughter's newly budding body, thinking of her as a woman. Yes, he was getting horny for his own thirteen-year-old daughter, which showed just how badly off he was.
Lew had always run a very liberal household, encouraging his wife and daughter to be proud of their bodies and not to be ashamed of nudity. He never censored Trish's language or behavior, and consequently the girl was completely open and without shame. Before his wife's death, the family had often sunbathed nude together, and Lew knew it would look strange if he ended the practice now that he and Trish were alone. He felt kind of awkward about it, though, now that Trish was no longer a child. Trish seemed completely unembarrassed about lying around naked with her father, but Lew found himself more and more inclined to stare at her sweet little tits and her dainty golden muff of mons fur. Today was worse than ever. He couldn't stop looking at her body, and he felt growing lust in his loins. He just prayed he wouldn't get a hard-on in front of the kid.
Unknown to him, Trish wasn't the complete innocent he imagined. Since she turned thirteen, she'd developed a powerful interest in boys and sex, but since her father considered her too young to date, the only man she could study was her father. As a child, raised in a home where nudity was routine, she'd never paid much attention to Lew's body, but now that she felt the first stirrings of lust, she looked at her father with new interest. When he didn't notice, she'd steal glances at his big cock and balls, wondering if all men looked that way, marvelling at how different men are from women. Since he didn't censor her reading, Trish knew all about sex, but that wasn't the same as actually doing it. She was dying with curiosity about it, wondering how it would feel to have that long thick piece of flesh in her tiny vagina, how it felt to fuck. Her father's cock was bigger than average (she didn't know this, of course, having never seen any others), and it seemed much too large for her immature body. She wondered how other women could stand to be penetrated. Still the idea excited her terribly, and this afternoon she could think of nothing else. Lew had always encouraged her to say whatever was on her mind, and so Trish didn't hesitate to bring up the subject of sex.
"Daddy," she said, "does it hurt a girl to fuck?" Oh, God, thought Lew, this is all I need! He seemed to be obsessed with sex lately, and to talk to Trish about it would only fan the fire. Still he had to play the good daddy and answer her question. "It hurts the first few times, sweetheart," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, "but after that, it's a lot of fun. At least it's fun for normal women. Some poor sickies are frigid."
"What's 'frigid'?" said Trish.
"It means getting no pleasure out of sex," said Lew. "Not feeling anything."
"Oh, that would be awful," said Trish, a look of horror on her childish pert face. "I hope I'm not frigid. How can I tell?"
Lew almost groaned aloud. He wanted desperately to change the subject, but he didn't want his daughter to feel inhibited about discussing it, so he forced himself to reply. "Well, there are various ways you can tell. Do you ever, uh, touch yourself?"
Trish looked mystified. "Touch myself? Where?"
Shit, thought Lew. Struggling to repress his horniness, he was going to have to endure further provocation, actually telling the kid how to masturbate. He really needed that. "I mean, do you ever play with yourself," he said, "down there? Touch your clit, like that."
"Clit?" said Trish. "What's that?"
Oh, hell, thought Lew, this is getting way out of hand. Nevertheless, having started the discussion, he had to see it through. He struggled to keep his voice calm. "Well, honey, women have various places on their bodies that respond to pleasure, and the clitoris is the most sensitive. I'd say that if you could get off on rubbing your clit, you're certainly not frigid."
Trish looked very interested. "Show me where it is,
" she said. "I know where my vagina is, but I never heard of a clit."
Lew looked at her in miserable hominess. Damn it,
the kid didn't realize how she was exciting him. He wondered if he could touch her without going too far, without jumping onto her delicious little body and raping her like a fiend. She was his own daughter, she was only thirteen--but after two years without a woman, she looked damned good to him. He eyed her cute little boobs with their strawberry-pink nipples, the dainty patch of golden down at the base of her belly, the way her hips were just starting to blossom out in a ripe female curve, and he felt lust boiling inside him, felt the first aroused twitching and swelling of his big limp cock. Christ, he couldn't let her see him getting hard. He had to distract her.
"Okay, doll," he said nervously. "You roll over on your back and open your legs a little, and I'll show you where your clit is."
"Oh, goodie!" said Trish, instantly obeying.
Miss Rona Brown, who had heard the entire conversation, was horrified. The talk was bad enough, but now this monster proposed to touch his own child in that forbidden place. Rona believed he ought to be turned over to the police merely for talking to the girl about sex, and she was scandalized when he offered to show the girl her clitoris, to teach her how to masturbate. The spinster's eyes widened in shock as she watched Trish innocently roll over onto her back and spread her slim little legs. Lew crawled over to kneel beside her, and as he did so, Rona got her first glimpse of his cock and balls. She blushed deep red.
Lew Mason's equipment was much larger than Mr. Wright's, she recognized. Even though it had been twenty years since Mr. Wright balled her, she'd never forget even the tiniest detail of her one fuck.
Next to Wright, Mason seemed gigantic. His semi-limp, pale penis was a good eight inches long, and his testicles seemed the size of tennis balls. All was surrounded by a thick bush of tight grey hairs, adding to the brutish impression. Rona stared and stared, simultaneously repulsed and turned on. His cock and nuts seemed ugly to her, yet she creamed furiously as she imagined taking that huge dong into her long-starved cunt. God, it would be so much nicer than her fingers...
Blushing again, she forced her thoughts elsewhere. She must watch what happened now. If Mason attempted to force himself on the girl, if he did anything so vile as to make love to his own daughter, she would interfere and see that he was punished. It was her duty to Society, she felt.
The sour-faced spinster moved closer to the fence, kneeling for a good view. Through a small crack she could see everything that happened between Lew and Trish. As the muscular middle- aged man approached the slim budding girl, Rona felt her pussy growing wickedly hot and excited, but she tried to ignore the sensation. She had work to do.
Lew caught himself trembling and sweating as he approached Trish. She lay submissively on her back, her shapely little legs parted just as he'd instructed, and she had an eager smile of curiosity on her impish face. Lew crawled over to kneel at her hips, and as he gazed down at her sweet little golden muff, he felt his cock springing more rigidly into life. He prayed the kid wouldn't notice, because that would only lead to more embarrassing questions. Hopefully he'd be able to distract her by teaching her about her body. With shaking hand he reached out and touched her silky mons patch, resting his fingers gently on it. Through the fine yellow hair he felt the pulsing heat of her young pussy.
"Ummm," said Trish, "that feels nice. Is that my clit, Daddy?"
Lew started to reply, but his voice came out in a homy croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "No, baby, I'm about to show you where your clit is. Be patient." He gently pried apart the warm furry lips of her mons, exposing slick scarlet flesh. There in that narrow red valley lay the tiny button of her clitoris, bright red, moist, and pulsing. "Look." he said.
Trish sat up and looked. "Oh, that," she said wonderingly. "I always wondered what that was. What's it for? I know I don't pee through it."
"It's just for pleasure," said Lew, warming to the subject. "In fact some people call it a 'joy buzzer' or a 'joy button.' Here, I'll show you."
He reached out and placed a fingertip on the tiny bud. He rubbed it very gently, but Trish's reaction was immediate and violent. She gave a shrill cry of pleasure and flopped onto her back, her eyes shut tight in concentration, her little mouth twisted in a lusty grin. "Oooooo, do it again, Daddy!" she said. "That feels fantastic!"
Lew felt a little dizzy and disoriented. How the hell had things come to this? They'd started out innocently sunbathing, and now he was frigging his teenage daughter. He didn't see any way out of it, though. He didn't want her to feel uptight about her body or to imagine that there was anything wrong with sexual pleasure--and, above all, he didn't want her to open her eyes and see his erect penis, which was now hugging his belly and dribbling eager cream. There was nothing to do but go on with his demonstration. He rubbed her tiny hot red clit gently but insistently, and Trish smiled blissfully.
"Ooohhh," she sighed. "I just love that, Daddy. It feels so good."
There was no doubt that she was a woman, not a child. As he went on caressing her sensitive little bud, her small body began to flush with arousal, and she moaned and gurgled with pleasure. Her legs fell open very wide, till he could easily see the whole expanse of her sweet little pussy--the delicate pink folds of her labia, the light brown clenched mouth of her anus, and the dark pinpoint entrance to her virgin cunt. All was fringed with a light down of golden hairs. Her parts were not full grown yet. They seemed childishly small. Her reactions, however, were those of an adult and lusty woman. As he went on rubbing her tiny button, Lew saw the small mouth of his daughter's vagina beginning to open and close rhythmically, an instinctive movement designed to draw in a penis. He saw the first light droplets of pussy cream seeping from that tiny gasping mouth, and then the droplets became a trickle, a steady stream of homy, girlish juices. Trish moaned and began to move her slim hips in the unmistakable motions of fucking.
"Oooooo, Daddy," she gurgled, "I never felt anything so good. What does it mean?"
Lew couldn't help chuckling. "Well, for one thing, baby, it means you're not frigid."
"But what else?" panted Trish. "What else does it mean? How come I feel so wet and hot down there?"
Lew sighed deeply. He should never have started this game in the first place, and it was becoming more dangerous by the second. The girl's sharp, uninhibited arousal was making him violently homy, and he found himself thinking terribly wicked things. If she liked it so much, why didn't he just give it to her? She was ready, she was horny, and so was he--no one need ever know if he fucked her. It'd been so long--far too long--since he'd gotten laid. It would feel so good to ease his stiff aching meat into the snug little wet cunt of hers...
Lew shook himself. What in God's name was he thinking of? He'd almost talked himself into screwing his own thirteen-year-old daughter. A man would have to be nuts to do a thing like that. Sick in the head, a goddamned pervert--that's what he'd be if he fucked his own kid. He forced himself to answer her question in a steady voice: "Well, sweetheart, when a girl gets wet and hot like that, it means she wants sex," he said. "It's perfectly natural. It's Nature's way of telling you that you're ready. You see, when you get wet like that, it makes it easier for the penis to go in--" He had to stop then. He just couldn't go on, it was making him so uncomfortably lusty. Trish didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed or nervous, however. She seemed eager to learn more.
"You said there were other places, Daddy, places where a girl feels pleasure. Please show them to me," she said.
His hand was already hot and sticky with her cream, and his big stiff cock felt ready to explode. He didn't know how much more "sex education" he could stand without cumming. He felt obligated to satisfy her curiosity, however, and so he slid his fingers from her throbbing wet little clit, down into the slick and delicate folds of her labia, closer and closer to the tiny gushing mouth of her virgin cunt. Trish responded with a shiver of delight and little squeals and gasps.
"Oh, Daddy," she said, "that feels fantastic."
Lew knew what would feel even more fantastic, at least for him. He was so homy that he was fast losing his normal caution and sense of right and wrong. If the kid was so eager for it, why not give it to her? Why not complete her sex education by showing her how it felt to fuck?
Miss Rona Brown could stand no more. Peering through the fence at her neighbors, she trembled with indignation as she watched Lew Mason frigging his thirteen-year-old daughter into a frenzy of lust. It was the most depraved and wicked thing she'd ever seen in her life, and it had to be stopped.
True, Rona felt something else besides indignation. Somehow the nasty scene had aroused her, she couldn't understand why. Her thin body was flushed and hot, and she felt a steady trickle of homy cream from her long-neglected vagina. Was it possible that she envied Trish, that she wanted to be the object of Lew's wicked attentions? Rona dismissed the notion almost at once. She was a decent woman, she couldn't possibly be aroused by such depravity. That left open the question of just what was making her so homy, but she refused to think about it. She had work to do. In the name of morality, she must stop the sickening thing that was taking place next door. That vile man might even rape the girl, for all she knew. It was up to Miss Rona Brown to save that girl-child.
Resolutely, she stepped around the high fence and onto her neighbors' patio. Lew and Trish were so absorbed in what they were doing that they didn't even notice Miss Brown till she came charging up within a foot of them. Then they started with surprise and looked up into her thin, sour face.
"Stop this," she said in a voice trembling with outrage. "Stop this at once, you pervert!"
Lew gawked at the spinster who lived next door. He'd never taken a very close look at her before, and now he didn't much like what he saw. True, she had a nice figure, and even in her prim robe she couldn't hide the full ripe outline of her big breasts. That was about all he could say for her, however. Her face was pinched and stem, her mouth narrow and grim, her eyes blazing with outrage. She was one of those prudes who went around minding other peoples' business, the type of person he hated most. The question was, what to do?
He'd like to tell her to go fuck herself, but apparently she'd been watching them for some time and could tell some pretty damaging things about him. He might even lose his job if word got around that he played naked sex games with his teenage daughter. Damn it all, why couldn't the old bitch have kept her nose out of it?
While Lew was quietly assessing the situation, Trish was responding with words and actions. The girl snatched the beach towel and wrapped it around herself, hiding her nakedness from Miss Brown's glaring eyes. Trish looked every bit as angry as the furious spinster.
"This is none of your business, Miss Brown," the girl said angrily. "You had no right to spy on us. Just go away and leave us alone."
Trish's defiance made Rona even madder. "Now you listen to me, young lady," she said sternly. "I know more about life than you do. I can tell you that men are beasts. They only want one thing from a woman. They're nothing but filthy-minded animals, and they'll get you into trouble if--"
"SHUT UP!" howled Lew. Now he, too, was angry. "Don't you DARE poison my daughter's mind, you frustrated old prune! We don't need that kind of sick thinking around our house. We don't need you spying on us, either. By God, I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget! You'll never nose into our business again."
Rona sputtered indignantly. "Sick? You're the one who's sick. I saw what you were doing to that innocent child. I--"
"Oh, shut up," said Trish, imitating her father. The girl was delighted to see him telling off mean old Miss Brown. "What are you gonna do, Daddy? How are you gonna teach her a lesson?"
It came to him in a stroke of inspiration. "I'm going to teach her about herself, Trish," he said. "She thinks sex is dirty and that she's above it. Well, I intend to prove to her that she's just like everybody else."
Rona paled and began moving away, but Lew was too quick for her. He leaped up and grabbed her and began dragging her toward the patio door. "Open the door for me, Trish," he said. "I think we'll teach her that lesson in the bedroom."
CHAPTER THREE
Rona found herself paralyzed with panic. She knew all to well what Lew Mason intended to do with her. He'd practically echoed the words used by her employer, Mr. Wright, twenty years ago. He wanted to prove that she wasn't frigid. Well, she knew damned well she wasn't; that was just the trouble. Her desires were all too fierce, her need all too great. She had to get away. She just couldn't let this man humiliate her by demonstrating how lusty she was. Lew had dragged her into his living room and halfway down the hall toward the master bedroom before she recovered her senses. Then she began to fight, kicking and clawing and crying for help.
"Let me go," she said. "You'll be in big trouble if you do this. I'll have the police after you. You won't get away with this."
She was a tall strong woman, but Lew was much stronger. He simply pushed her along, apparently not feeling her blows, till they reached the bedroom, where gleeful Trish opened the door. Lew gave Rona one more powerful shove, and she staggered across the room and landed heavily on the bed. She realized to her horror that she had nothing on beneath her robe. She'd dressed that way to be comfortable, not expecting a situation like this. Desperately, she clutched her robe tight around her body and prepared to fight.
"Stay away from me," she said. "Don't you DARE touch me."
Lew regarded her from across the room. He hadn't had a woman in almost two years, and Rona Brown was certainly not the one he would have chosen too end his celibacy, but she was female, she had a cunt, and that was all he required. He could manage it. That little romp on the patio with Trish had made him so horny he could have fucked damned near anything. He was glad of this. Rona Brown certainly needed to be taught a lesson.
Rona regarded him from the bed. He was a very attractive man, she had to admit, but she also hated him. He symbolized everything about life that terrified and repelled heir-openness, liberal attitudes, a complete lack of shame about the body and about sex. She considered these to be dangerous and wicked ideas. This man was her enemy. She must not let him conquer her. Unwillingly she let her eyes wander down his naked body till they rested on his huge stiff cock. The beast had an enormous erection, his out-size prick waving heavily before him, stiff and pale and fat. The head of his big prick was purple with engorgement and dribbling eager thick juices, and his shaggy testicles were swollen almost to bursting. Rona felt terror and lust at the same time. It was the lust that really frightened her. That wicked part of herself, that lusty whore, threatened to break loose, and she just had to get away before it happened.
She sprang from the bed and made for a window, hoping to crawl out and escape before Lew recovered from his surprise. She managed to raise the window and start crawling out, but then she got stuck. As she wept in frustration and tried to unwedge herself, she heard Lew and Trish laughing.
"It's no go, Miss Brown," said Lew. "Your hips are too wide. Trish, give me a hand. Let's pull her out of here."
Rona felt firm hands on her ankles, and in another minute Trish and Lew had pulled her free from the small window. Again she fought, trying to run to the door, but Lew simply grabbed her around the waist and dragged her to the bed again. "Why don't you give it up?" he said. "You can't escape. Trish and I, together, are too strong for you. You're going to take your medicine, Miss Brown, whether you like it or not. I'm going to teach you to mind your own business, to stay out of other peoples' lives."
"But I had to do it," Rona said. "I couldn't let you molest that poor child."
"Molest?" said Trish, her cute little face a picture of bewilderment. "What does that mean, Daddy?"
"It means I was doing something you didn't want," said Lew.
"But that's not true," said Trish. "I liked it. I was really digging it, till she butted in."
Rona sighed. "Of course you were. That's part of their tricks, these wicked men. They make you enjoy it, and then they soil you. They have their way with you. They--" Lew struck her hard across the face, knocking her to the bed. "I won't tell you again," he said furiously. "You keep your sick opinions to yourself. I don't want my daughter growing up like you, afraid of men, afraid of sex. You just shut up, lady, or I'll give you much worse than that."
Now Rona really was afraid. Her whole head ached from his blow. She dared not say a word. Dazed and dizzy, she lay there limp, trying to regain her senses, while Lew glared down at her and Trish regarded both of them with wonder and curiosity.
"What are you gonna do, Daddy?" the girl asked. "I don't understand just what you have in mind. You said you were gonna teach her a lesson--but you're not gonna hurt her, are you? I don't think we should do that."
Lew hugged the girl and kissed her forehead. "Baby," he said, "you know me better than that. I'd never hurt anyone. No, what I have in mind is to prove her a hypocrite. She says sex is dirty and evil, right! Well, I want to show that she's lying, that she doesn't really believe that. I won't hurt her. I'll just turn her on."
Trish giggled. She just couldn't imagine a sour old maid like Miss Brown getting turned onto anything. Still, it would be interesting to watch Daddy try. "Okay," she said, "but I bet it won't be easy. Can I do anything to help?"
"Yes," said Lew. "Climb up there and put your knees on her shoulders, hard, so she can't get away."
Rona, still stunned and dizzy, didn't move quickly enough to prevent Trish from pinning her in this fashion. She felt the girl's hard little knees pressing down on her shoulders, and she found it impossible to sit up. She looked up, getting an upside-down view of Trish's pixie face and tiny naked tits. "Please," she begged, "don't do this. It's wrong, very wrong."
"You keep quiet," said Trish sternly. "I'm with Daddy all the way."
"Good girl," said Lew.
Rona shifted her eyes to the father and found that Lew was standing directly in front of her, hands on hips, sneering down at her as if she were some kind of loathsome insect. Jutting out before him and capturing her attention was his huge, heavy cock, now even larger at close quarters. It seemed gigantic and menacing to her, with its pale shaft and bloated purple head. His hot juices dribbled out from the dark glans slit and dripped onto her robe. She shivered with fright as she thought of taking that enormous meat into her narrow cunt, which had been used only once in her whole life.
"All right," said Lew, "let's get on with it."
"Oh! NO!" said Rona as he snatched the hem of her robe and began pulling the garment upward. She wept and protested as she felt the cool air of the room touching her ankles, knees, and thighs. It was terribly embarrassing and humiliating for her to be undressed in front of strangers, for her parents had taught her to hide her body and to be ashamed of nudity. She blushed beet red and closed her eyes, wanting to die of shame. She felt the air on her mons, her belly. "Please," she pleaded, whimpering and crying, "don't do this, please... "
Lew paid no attention to her protests and sobs. He was far more interested in her body. From her face, he'd judged her to be in her middle or late forties, and he was surprised to find her body in such good shape. She had long firm legs, shapely and attractive, and her waist was small and firm, her belly flat and taut. The small dark puff of her mons fur looked young and delicate, a mere tiny triangular cloud of fine chestnut hairs. He raised her robe higher and uncovered her breasts.
"Oh, wow," said Trish.
The girl's blue eyes widened in wonder and envy as Lew drew the robe up over Rona's mammoth white boobs. Trish felt positively dwarfed by the older woman's huge development. Her tiny tits were like nothing compared to those huge melon-shaped appendages. It seemed impossible that tits could get that big, but there was the proof, right before her jealous and astonished eyes. Rona's great creamy-white, breasts seemed to cover her whole chest, firm and pointed and quivering lightly as the older woman struggled to turn over and hide her shame. Trish's knees pinned her tightly, and she couldn't move, but she nevertheless fought to hide her breasts. All her life they'd been a source of trouble and shame to her, they were so big. In high school boys had snickered and pointed at them, and when she went to secretarial school, men had stopped in the streets and stared at them. Her various bosses couldn't help sneaking glances at them, no matter what she did to hide her extraordinary mammary development. Her big breasts were the one thing about her that attracted men, and she hated them. Often she'd considered surgery to have them made smaller, except that it was against God's will, in her opinion, to do such a thing. Now she wished she had done it. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Trish and Lew gawking at her great creamy tits with their light brown nipples.
"Oh, wow, Daddy," Trish said mournfully. "Do you think mine will ever get that big?"
Privately he doubted it--he'd never seen a bigger pair of knockers in his life--but he knew how the girl must feel. "Oh, sure, honey," he said. "You've got a long time to grow yet."
"I hope so," said Trish. "Now what are you gonna do, Daddy?"
"You just watch and see," said Lew, winking at her.
He seized Rona's long legs and began to ease them apart. She fought it, trying to keep her thighs tightly shut, but he was too strong for her.
Gradually he managed to pull her legs far enough apart so he could kneel between her soft white thighs. Then he had a good view of her pussy, that secret place which only one man, Wright, had ever seen before. It wasn't as tiny and dainty and neat as Trish's, but it was nice enough, the tissues a bright healthy scarlet, fringed with wispy chestnut hairs. Lew was surprised to see how tiny the mouth of her cunt was. Could it be possible that she was a virgin? True, she hated men and wasn't very attractive, but how could a woman reach her forties without ever being fucked? It seemed incredible. He decided to investigate.
"Oh, nooo... " said Rona.
She felt his thick finger fumbling between her legs, snaking towards the mouth of her cunt. She was afraid not so much of him, but of herself. She'd already begun to be aroused when he pried open her legs and knelt between them, when his moist breath fanned her delicate pussy, but this was too much. She knew how good it felt when she fingered herself there, and she was terribly afraid that Lew Mason would succeed in his boast, making her hot and horny and shameless. She stiffened her body and tried not to feel anything as he began to run his finger teasingly around the sensitive mouth of her small cunt. It's wicked, she thought. It's evil, I must not respond...
Lew slowly inserted his middle finger into her tiny, quaking cunt. He found it very narrow, tight, and dry. He proceeded slowly and gently, because if she had a hymen, he wanted the sadistic pleasure of breaking it with his cock, not his finger. He encountered no barrier, however, which suggested that sometime in the past Miss Brown had been deflowered. He was powerfully curious to know how it happened. Who'd want to ball the old bitch, anyhow? He pushed his finger in a little farther, and Rona whimpered and protested, but he could tell he wasn't hurting her. He began to pump his finger in her cunt, like a miniature penis, and suddenly he felt a hot burst of cream spurting from her vaginal walls.
Rona could have died of shame. His probing finger had been just too delicious, and she couldn't control the response of her hungry vagina, the wet eager creaming. Her mind protested, but her cunt was starved for this kind of penetration and friction. Twenty years was a very long time to go without a man, and her body was telling her how much she needed him. She hated herself, but she couldn't help creaming again and again as he busily finger-fucked her starved little hole. The noise of his probing became wet and squishy, much to her embarrassment. Even the girl could hear it.
"That looks like fun, Daddy," said Trish, who was leaning over Rona's head for a good view of the action. She watched her father's thick finger moving rapidly in and out of Miss Brown's small hair-fringed vagina. "I wish you'd do that to me."
"Ssshhh, baby," Lew said absently. "Some other time."
Trish pouted but said nothing. She knew Miss Brown had to be taught a lesson before she and Daddy could be alone together again. She hoped it wouldn't take long. The things Daddy had done to her that afternoon on the patio had made her violently horny, and her virgin pussy was still creaming as she recalled how good it felt when he fingered her there. She wanted more of it, a lot more.
Lew was grinning wickedly as he probed the old maid's narrow cunt. Rona kept her eyes closed, her face stem and disapproving, but her body told him another story. Her narrow gripping vagina sucked and tugged at his probing finger, and she was creaming hot steamy rivers around him as he worked his finger swiftly inside her. She liked it, all right, the hypocritical bitch. She liked it a lot. Still his victory wouldn't be complete till he got her to admit it. He decided to try something else.
Still working his thick finger rapidly and noisily in her flooded little hole, Lew leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. He made the tip of it very stiff as he snaked it through her tiny forest of mons hairs and located the wet quivering lump of her clitoris. He pressed his tongue tip to the quivering bud of flesh and began to lick it in a slow, steady, tantalizing motion.
"OOOHHH," said Rona, her voice hoarse and loud.
The pleasure was stunning, overwhelming. She simply couldn't help that loud groan of excitement as he began licking her sensitive little clit. Of course it was a very wicked thing he was doing, applying his tongue to her genitals, and in principle she hated it. In practice, however, she loved it. Every little swish and nibble, every wet circling of her aroused clit, sent sharp bursts of pleasure through her body, and she felt her starved pussy creaming hot floods of juice. She knew his face must be soaked by now, and she was terribly ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help responding like that. She was starved for sex, starved for the keenest pleasure her body had to offer. She hated this man, and yet she prayed he would never stop working his thick finger in her juicy little hole, never stop tickling her throbbing clit with his wet rough tongue. She managed not to cry out again, but the furious creaming of her pussy and the helpless wriggling of her hips gave her away.
Meanwhile Trish watched the action with increasing impatience and envy. She wished Daddy were doing those delicious things to her, not to this ugly old maid. It just wasn't fair. Miss Brown didn't even want it, while Trish was desperate for it. "Daddy," she said plaintively, "couldn't you stop and do it to me for awhile?"
Lew flashed her an impatient look. He was having a helluva lot of fun turning the old girl on, and he didn't want to be interrupted. "Trish," he said, "this is serious business. You have to do your part and keep quiet, if we want to succeed. It's very important that we teach her this lesson and get her off our backs. Please be a good girl and don't interrupt again."
Trish nodded sadly. She knew Daddy was right, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed and left out. She wished Miss Brown would drop dead. Trish wanted her handsome Daddy all to herself, and she felt murderously jealous of all other women who might claim his attention.
Rona hadn't even heard the exchange between father and daughter. Her ears rang dizzily, she could sense nothing but the delicious things taking place between her legs. Lew went back to tonguing her sensitive little clit, and she almost wailed with pleasure. God help her, she'd gone far too long without sex, and now she was paying the price, rapidly losing all sense of decency and shame as her lust grew to the point of explosion.
Lew understood that Rona was struggling against her own passions, and he fully intended to push her over the edge. It was no more than she deserved, the nosy old bitch. He slid his tongue down from her clit, which was now swollen, erect, and throbbing. He snaked into her plump pink pussylips, licking and sucking and nibbling into every ultrasensitive fold and cranny of slick flesh. Rona began to moan softly, and he saw a steady stream of hot juice seeping from her quaking vaginal mouth. This woman was ready to be balled, if ever a woman was ready. Wiping her sticky cream from his face, Lew stood up and prepared to fuck her.
Rona whimpered as he withdrew his thick finger from her needy cunt and stopped licking her responsive pussy. She opened her eyes to see why he had stopped. He stood before her, hands on hips, a contemptuous sneer on his rugged face. "You damned hypocrite," he said. "You can't tell me you hate sex. You can't tell me you don't want me to ball you."
"But I don't," Rona said, weeping in protest.
"It's evil, it's depraved, I want nothing to do with it."
"Bullshit," said Lew. "You're lying, and now I'm going to prove it."
Rona watched in horror as he seized his monstrously erect dick and directed the fat dribbling purple head between her legs. She had lied, of course, and she didn't want her lie exposed. If he began fucking her, she was lost. "Please, no," she said, "oh, no, nooo... "
"Hold her down, Trish," said Lew, as Rona writhed and struggled. The girl grimly obeyed. "Good. Now we'll see just how much Miss Brown hates sex."
He sounded stem and cold, but in fact he was hotly excited. He didn't like the woman, he hated everything she stood for, but all he could think of now was getting laid for the first time in almost two years. He didn't look at her sour, prim face. He looked only at her delicious wet little pussy, and as he thought of how wet and tight and hot it would be inside her, his cock swelled to new proportions, his balls almost burst their load of cum. He shivered with hominess as he directed the fat purple head of his dick to her tiny weeping hole. He merely touched her there, and both he and Rona moaned loudly. She was blazing hot. He gripped her writhing hips to steady himself, and with one cruel thrust he pushed his bloated meat deep into her belly.
"GAAAHHHH!" shrieked Rona.
She cursed herself, but it was too much for her. Twenty years she'd waited for this, for the thick hot penetration of a man's cock in her starved cunt. It felt incredibly good. She loved the thick stuffing, the delicious friction, as he thrust ruthlessly into her, penetrating all the way to her quaking womb, till his bristly balls rubbed against her quivering ass. She creamed furiously all around his enormously thick impalement and let her legs fall wide open. She might hate him, she might feel terrible guilt and shame later--but she had to have it. She had to be fucked.
Trish's blue eyes widened more and more as she watched. It was thrilling to her to watch the grownups doing it. She'd never seen intercourse before, and this scene was answering a lot of her questions. She'd wondered how it was done, and now she knew. Until today, she'd never seen her father with a hard-on, and when she observed his erect prick, she'd wondered how in the world that enormous stiff thing could fit inside something so small and narrow as a vagina. Her question was answered as she watched Miss Brown's tiny cunt mouth expanding and stretching to take in Lew's hugely thick meat. Miss Brown's cunt creamed in floods, easing his way, making his passage slick and easy.
Trish craned her neck and hardly even breathed as she watched her father's thick pale penis slowly disappearing up Miss Brown's tiny wet hole. She observed the spinster's reactions closely, wondering if it was hurting her, but she discovered that Rona actually liked it. The older woman gurgled and whimpered with pleasure, and her sour face relaxed into a blissful smile. Trish felt acutely envious. She wanted Daddy to do all those wild things to HER. Later, when they were alone, she'd ask him.
Lew shivered with delight as he felt his aching stiff meat encased in the heat and wetness of Rona's tight neglected cunt. He didn't want the old bitch to know how much he was enjoying it, of course, so he forced himself not to moan his pleasure. He broke into a horny sweat, he couldn't help panting, as he began to ball her furiously. He just couldn't hold back, his hips moving with blinding speed, his long cock tearing into her hot fleshy tunnel, his balls slapping hard against her ass. Goddamn it, he'd waited too long for this, too long to be gentle.
Rona had waited a long time, too, and she was ready for this brutal, pounding rape. She loved his deep thrusts, the hot friction, the furious sawing of his huge dick in her receptive pussy. God, how she needed it. She lost all shame, throwing her legs open lewdly wide, whining and wailing her pleasure, creaming rivers around his thick meat. She knew it wouldn't take her long to cum, and she surrendered herself to his relentless fucking, too homy to care what anyone thought of her. Then, to her enormous disappointment, he suddenly stopped. His cock was still deep in her, still stiff and thick, but he didn't move. She opened her eyes and saw him leering at her.
"All right, Miss Brown," he said hoarsely, "here's the pay off. If you want more, if you wanta get laid, you have to tell me. You have to beg for it. Go on, beg for it, you puritanical old prune."
Rona sobbed with frustration. She felt she'd die of shame if she did as he asked, but she also felt she'd die of hominess if she didn't cum. Her conscience and her pussy were at war. The battle was brief, however. Her cunt tugged and nipped at this mammoth cock, she simply couldn't stand to do without it. "Fuck me," she sobbed. "Oh, please, do it to me."
Lew cast a triumphant look at his daughter. "There," he said, "that's what I wanted you to hear. She won't dare intrude on us again. She's no better than we are, so never feel ashamed around her, honey. Don't ever let people like this put you down."
Trish nodded, very proud of her father. With grim determination she held Miss Brown in place as Lew began to ball her again. Soon the older woman was cumming violently, shrieking and convulsing, and Daddy's triumph was complete. Trish was glad of this. She only wished she was in Miss Brown's place as Daddy howled with pleasure and shot his cum into her. When it was over, he withdrew, his cock limp and dripping, and he said mockingly, "Well, Miss Nosy, you have anything to say to us NOW?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Rona shook her head, weeping with shame. No, she had nothing to say. How could she say anything, after the way she'd behaved? Her passion spent, she came back to reality, and she realized with horror what she'd just done. Like some wanton whore, she'd allowed this man to strip her naked, play wickedly between her legs with his fingers and tongue, allowed him to fuck her in front of a teenage girl. Not only that, but she'd wailed her pleasure and begged him to do it to her. She was sick with shame and guilt. How could she ever live this down?
"Please," she said, "let me go now."
"You won't bother us again?" said Lew. "You won't tell anyone what you saw?"
Weeping, Rona shook her head. "I promise," she said.
"All right, Trish, let her go," said Lew.
Trish got off Miss Brown's shoulders, and the embarrassed spinster leaped up and wrapped her robe tightly around her naked body. Red-faced and weeping, she ran from the Masons' apartment, and in a moment they heard her slamming her back door. Lew grinned triumphantly at Trish.
"I guess that'll teach her to mind her own business," he said.
Trish sighed and stretched out on the king-size bed. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "you were wonderful. I bet she won't have the nerve to spy on us again. But what makes people behave like that? Why is she such a liar, and why did she want to stick her nose in our business?"
Lew sighed and stretched out on the bed beside his daughter. "Well, sweetheart," he said, " a lot of things people do don't make sense. I'm sure you feel that adults are always contradicting themselves, and it's true. It comes from the way they were raised. Their parents teach them things which simply aren't true. For instance, when Miss Brown was a little girl, her parents must have told her that sex is nasty and evil, and that she should have nothing to do with it. Of course that's silly, but she still believes it, because her parents drilled it into her. She needs sex, just like everybody else, only it makes her feel guilty. She has to put everybody else down for enjoying it, too."
Trish shuddered. "I almost feel sorry for her. It must be awful to be like that. But we don't think sex is bad, do we, Daddy?"
"Of course not," said Lew. "It's a perfectly natural function, baby, and you should never feel guilt about it. It's to enjoy."
"Good," said Trish, snuggling up to him, "because I really enjoy it. I really dug all those things you were doing to me on the patio, before she butted in. Could we go on with the lesson now, Daddy? We weren't finished when she interrupted."
Lew paled. He'd forgotten all about that scene on the patio. Getting laid after two years' abstinence was enough to blow anybody's mind. Now it came back to him, how he'd been helplessly drawn into playing with his little girl's pussy, showing her all the things that felt good, the places she might like to touch. It had made him uncomfortable then, and he felt even more embarrassed now. A man shouldn't do those things with his own daughter, no matter how liberal he was.
"Well, baby," he said gently, "I don't think it would be such a hot idea. Let's forget about it, at least for today."
Trish looked crestfallen. "But, Daddy, why? I don't understand."
Lew sighed. He'd always let her say, think, and do whatever she wanted, because he didn't believe children should have their natural instincts suppressed. There were some things, however, which even he couldn't allow, and incest was one of them. He had to make Trish understand that she couldn't be completely free. "Honey," she said slowly, "it's not right for me to do those things to you. I should never have done it at all. I'm your father, and it's not right for me to touch you like that."
"Why not? said Trish. "Who says it's not right?"
"The law," said Lew. "Religion. There's a word for it--incest. That means sex between people who're closely related, like mothers and sons, aunts and nephews, fathers and daughters. I could get arrested for it, and people just don't approve of it."
Trish tossed her curly blonde head disdainfully. "Oh, who cares about that?" she said. "Nobody has to know what we do, Daddy, and if nobody knows, we can't get in trouble. So why worry?"
Oh, man, thought Lew, this isn't easy. The girl was perfectly logical. He couldn't counter her argument. "Well, honey, there's just one more thing," he said weakly. "If we, uh, had sex together, you might get too attached to me. You might not be able to feel attraction for other men, and that'd be very wrong. Someday you have to find a husband, and obviously a girl can't marry her own father."
Trish giggled. "No, of course not. But you don't have to worry about me not wanting other men. I wouldn't want them anyhow. I never want to leave you, Daddy. I always want to live with you. So there's no problem."
Heavy, thought Lew. Freud would freak. Beginning to sweat, he wondered just how he was going to deal with this new argument. He tried laughing it off. "Oh, sweetheart, that's nonsense. You'll get tired of the old man before you know it. You'll meet some nice boy--"
"DADDY!" Trish was getting impatient. "I don't want to wait for that. I don't want to wait for marriage. I want to learn about sex NOW!"
r She flung herself on him, kissing his face, rubbing her slim but sexy little body against him. Before Lew could recover from his astonishment, he felt her tiny warm hand seeking out his limp cock. Her fingers curled around it and gripped it possessively. Even though he'd just cum violently with Rona, he felt an immediate spark of interest, the faint stirring of arousal in his prick and balls. Oh-oh, he thought, I'd better stop this fast.
"Baby," he said soothingly, gently trying to push her away, "we'd better not. Let's get dressed and have some dinner."
"Fuck dinner," said Trish. "I'm homy."
And no wonder, thought Lew. He'd frigged the poor kid into a frenzy on the patio, then made her watch while he fucked Rona. It was enough to make anybody homy, and Trish had had no satisfaction. But he'd have to be crazy to ball her, his own teenage daughter. He'd just have to relieve her in some other way. If he didn't relieve her, she wouldn't stay off his back, that was for sure.
"All right, honey," he said, "we'll go on with that lesson I was giving you. You just lie back... " Trish smiled with delight and obeyed him at once, lying on her back and spreading her slim legs. As he caught a glimpse of her cute little pink slit, Lew felt a powerful rush of desire for her, and his limp meat twitched and began to engorge. He tried to ignore his own feelings, though. His job was to bring the girl off so she'd stop pestering him. This kind of thing just couldn't continue. Trembling, he placed his hand on her hot moist little pussy and began to stroke her gently. Trish smiled and sighed and purred like a contented kitten. When he touched the tiny red nub of her clit, she moaned huskily, and Lew felt a steamy rush of juice from her virgin cunt wetting his hand.
"Ohhh, that feels so nice, Daddy," she said. "Please don't stop."
Lew laughed nervously. "Well, babe, the idea is to show you how to satisfy yourself. Until you're old enough to have a lover, this is what you do. If you just touch yourself in the right places, you can cum."
"What's 'cum'?" said Trish.
"Oh, boy," said Lew under his breath. He hadn't counted on that--someone so young and innocent that they didn't even know about orgasms. It wasn't easy to explain. "It's just the greatest pleasure there is, Trish," he said. "You'll know it when it happens. I can't describe it. Maybe I can make you cum, just this one time, and then in the future you can do it yourself."
"All right, Daddy," she said meekly. As a matter of fact, she had no intention of doing it herself, not as long as she had her handsome Daddy to do it for her. She spread her little legs even wider, closed her eyes, and concentrated on the delicious things he was doing to her. His big strong fingers tickled and caressed her clit, labia, and cunt mouth, sending delicious shivers of pleasure through her small body. If this was sex, she could certainly understand why everyone was preoccupied with it. It was the most fun she'd ever had in her life.
"Daddy," she said breathlessly, "why don't you put your finger in my cunt, the way you did to Miss Brown? She really got off on that."
"Oh, I couldn't do that, sweetheart," said Lew. "You're a virgin, and I'd puncture your hymen. You know what that is from the books you've read. Anyhow, I'd be cheating your husband if I did that."
Trish sighed impatiently. Sometimes Daddy was so old-fashioned. She certainly didn't intend to wait for marriage before she fucked anybody--that could be years. However she said nothing. She sensed that if she kept asking, she'd make him angry. She'd get what she wanted by some other means.
Lew carefully circled the wet little mouth of her vagina, being careful not to penetrate it. In his heart of hearts, he knew he'd like nothing more than to thrust his cock into that tiny snug tunnel and pop this cute little chick, but of course it was out of the question. Some other lucky guy would get to do that. He moved on till he touched the light brown puckered mouth of her small anus. It seemed pure and delicate, like everything about her. He rubbed it gently, and Trish murmured her pleasure, encouraging him to keep it up. Impulsively he licked the tip of his little finger and then wriggled it into the tight little opening of her rectum, perhaps a quarter of an inch. Trish squealed, and another burst of cream shot from her cunt to soak the palm of his hand.
"Oh, wow, I like that," she said. "That's really wild."
Lew was a little surprised at his daughter's responsiveness. He knew the anus was a source of erotic pleasure for some people, but he hadn't expected it in someone so young. He inched his finger farther into her incredibly tight little passage and found it very slick and hot. He began to work his finger gently in and out, in a cocklike motion, and Trish's whole body flushed deeply with arousal. She moaned and began to move her tiny hips in an unmistakable fucking motion. "Oh, yes" she crooned, "yes, yesss... "
Cream trickled steadily now from her gasping little vaginal mouth, and Lew could see that the girl was highly aroused, close to cumming. Good. The sooner he brought her off, the better. He was getting much too excited for his own comfort, and there was no telling what he'd do if he got powerfully homy. Why, not an hour ago, on the patio, he'd actually contemplated screwing the girl. He'd best put temptation out of the way as fast as he could. He kept working his finger steadily in and out of her tight little rectum, and with his other hand he searched out her tiny red clit again, placing a finger on it and rubbing it teasingly. Trish groaned and creamed so furiously that her juices flooded. It wouldn't be long now...
"Oh, wait, Daddy," she said breathlessly. "This is really great, but I want you to do something else. Do what you did to Miss Brown. Use your tongue."
Oh, hell, thought Lew. It was only to be expected, of course. She would want everything he'd given the older woman, she would be jealous.
He knew Trish all too well. A stubborn and determined little girl, she wouldn't stop pestering him till he did what she wanted. He might as well get it over with. If that didn't make her cum, nothing would.
"All right, baby," he said, pulling his finger from her nipping little asshole, "but just for a minute. It's getting late."
Trish grinned to herself. She knew how to get her way with Daddy. If she just kept at it, she'd get him to do all the delicious things he'd done to Miss Brown. Most of all, she wanted him to put his big cock into her vagina, but she'd have to go easy on that. She knew he was reluctant to do it, but somehow she'd trick him into it. She opened her legs as wide as she could and waited to feel Daddy's tongue on her sensitive pussy. She remembered how much Miss Brown had enjoyed that, and she was very excited, her tiny cunt mouth dribbling a steady stream of juice.
Lew lowered himself to his belly, his face positioned right in front of his daughter's immature pink pussy. It looked delicious to him, tiny and sweet and fragrant, and he had no trouble getting excited about his work. He touched the wispy blonde fur of her mons, spread the plump lips, and exposed her tiny scarlet clit, a little button of flesh that twitched impatiently for his touch. He stuck out his tongue and placed the wet tip of her tiny moist nub. The moment he touched it, Trish let out a shrill squeal of pleasure. He began to swish his tongue tip rapidly around her quivering little bud, and her cream shot out to soak his chin, her whole tiny body trembled with pleasure.
"Ooohhh, Daddy," she whimpered, "I love it, OOOOO, YES!"
He licked the tiny button of flesh faster and faster, and as he did so, he felt it stiffen and swell, just like a little penis. Trish was trembling violently as he tongued her, her baby-soft skin mottling pink with lust. Her voice was shrill with delight as she moaned and squealed her pleasure. He saw her tiny cunt mouth gasping and spurting its cream, felt her slim hips moving in an animal rutting motion. The girl was ready for sex, all right, even if she was only thirteen. He shuddered to think what she'd be like in high school. He'd either have to put a chastity belt on her or take her to a desert island. Certainly he'd have his hands full with this lusty little chick.
"Daddy," she panted, "oh, Daddy, put your tongue in my cunt, like you did to her. Please... "
Lew saw no harm in that. Unlike his fingers, his tongue wasn't strong enough to break her hymen and ruin her virginity. If it got her off, that was fine with him. He was so horny now, he hardly trusted himself to keep from raping her. His long thick cock was fully erect and rubbing impatiently against the bed. He had to end this temptation fast. He nosed downward in her wet steamy little slit and found the quaking little mouth of her tiny vagina, wet and hot and fringed with delicate blonde hairs. Gingerly, gently, he eased the very tip of his tongue into that greedy sucking little twat mouth.
"EEEEEE," shrieked Trish. "YES! YESSS..." To his wonder, her powerful young cunt muscles tightened almost painfully around his tongue tip, gripped it, and pulled it deeper into her hungry little hole. She was ripe for penetration, eager for stuffing. Lew worked his captive tongue a little deeper into her tasty little tunnel, half an inch, then an inch, till he encountered a tough membrane, the barrier of her hymen. That was as far as he could go, though Trish whined and panted for deeper thrusts, and her strong cunt muscles gripped and tugged greedily at his probing tongue, steadily in and out, driving the girl into a squealing frenzy of pleasure. Her cream almost drowned him as it rushed out in thick steamy floods.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," she panted, "I feel so strange... Oh, OH, OOOHHH!"
Her little body went rigid, arching high and still for a moment, and then she began to shriek piercingly and to convulse wildly. At last she was cumming, no doubt about it. Lew felt the violent spasms of her virgin cunt, the writhing of her body, the furious hot creaming of her young pussy. It went on almost a full minute, and then she flopped down limp on the bed, panting and sighing. He withdrew his tongue and wiped her sticky cream from his face.
"Oh, WOW," said Trish. "What happened? That was out of sight."
"You came, baby," said Lew, grinning down at her. "Did you like it?"
"Like it?" said Trish, giggling. "I loved it. I never felt anything so good before."
"I'm glad," said Lew. "Now you know where to touch yourself, how to make yourself cum. You won't need me any more. So let's get dressed, young lady, and have some dinner. I'm starved." He wasn't really hungry, but he knew he couldn't trust himself a minute longer lying naked beside his homy little daughter. His cock felt ready to burst.
As he sat up, Trish noticed it. Her blue eyes widened enormously as she spotted his huge pale prick sticking straight up in his lap, thick and swollen and capped by a bloated purple head. She reached out and grabbed his arm to restrain him, her fascinated eyes still glued to his rigid dick.
"Wait, Daddy," she said. "I want to know something. How come your peter gets hard like that? I know it got that way with Miss Brown. Why?"
Lew almost screamed with frustration. He just didn't need any more sexy talk, not now. If he could just escape to the john and jerk off, he'd be okay, but Trish was gripping his arm, waiting for him to answer her question.
"It's called an erection," he said patiently, "a hard-on. Men get that way when they're horny. Now, let's get dressed, Trish, and--"
"But, Daddy," she said, interrupting him, "if you're homy, you oughta do something about it. It's not fair for me to cum, when you don't. Isn't there anything I can do? Could we fuck or something?
Lew looked at her with helpless lust. He'd reached the limits of his patience and endurance, and now he just had to have her. He knew it was wrong, knew he should keep his hands off his daughter, but he'd been pushed too far. It wasn't as if he were going to rape her, as if she were unwilling. She wanted it as badly as he did. So why not?... No, he just couldn't bring himself to commit incest. He'd stop just short of that.
"You could help, Trish," he said huskily, "but I don't know if you'd like it."
"Of course I'd like it," she said impatiently. "Sex is fun. What do you want me to do, Daddy?"
He almost laughed. He thought of how many men would envy him this opportunity, to have a gorgeous thirteen-year-old virgin offering to do anything they wanted. He wouldn't take advantage of her, however, because she was his own child. He'd leave her virginity intact. "There's something I'd like very much, baby," he said, "if you want to try it. It's called a blow job. Cocksucking. It's not hard. You just take my peter in your mouth and suck till I cum. I'm just afraid it'll turn you off, though, or my dick will be too big for your mouth--" He didn't get to finish. Trish was already dipping her curly blonde head down into his lap, and he gasped with intense pleasure as he felt her hot little lips closing around the fat purple head of his prick. She wasn't at all turned off by the act. On the contrary, she was dying to play with Daddy's big peter, and she was overjoyed to get his permission. True, it was a little big for her small mouth, but she didn't mind his juices on her taste buds. It made her very excited. She opened her lips as wide as she could, sucked vigorously, and managed to take in perhaps half the great length of his big dick. She sucked it in till it nudged the back of her throat and fully stuffed her hot little mouth. Then she began to suck on it as fast and hard as she could.
He knew it was very wrong of him to teach the girl this adult pleasure, to encourage his own daughter to suck her father's cock, but he just couldn't resist. He needed it too badly. All he could think of was getting his nuts off, and he knew it wouldn't take long. Not only was he violently homy, but the kid seemed to have a natural talent for cocksucking. Her very first time, and she knew instinctively how he'd like it best--taking in as much of his bloated aching meat as she could, sucking it fast and furiously. He could see her tiny mouth was grotesquely stretched and stuffed, but she didn't seem to mind. He felt his dribbling glans butting the silky wet flesh of her throat, and she didn't mind that, either. She sucked him hotly, wetly, with real pleasure and excitement.
Her vigorous sucking became loud and juicy. Her mouth was snug, wet deliciously hot. Lew couldn't hold out even for a full minute. Groaning, his body convulsing powerfully, he began to cum, shooting load after sizzling load of seed into her mouth. Trish was taken by surprise, until she remembered reading about sperm and ejaculation. She realized then that she'd actually succeeded in bringing her father off, and she felt very proud of herself. She swallowed his hot cum willingly, every last drop, until his big cock went limp and slipped from her mouth.
"Was that okay, Daddy?" she asked eagerly. "Did I do it right?"
Lew lay flushed and panting on the bed. He couldn't help grinning wickedly at her. "Baby," he said, "you did just great!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Miss Rona Brown couldn't sleep that night. She drank two more glasses of wine in an attempt to soothe her guilty mind and put herself to sleep, but it was no use. She'd just drift off, and then she'd start having very wicked dreams--Lew Mason playing with her breasts, licking her clit, thrusting his big stiff cock into her belly. She'd wake up violently homy and weeping with frustration. Finally, towards dawn, she gave up the futile attempt to sleep. She sat in bed and tried to decide what to do. She simply couldn't stand this endless, unappeased lust.
If only she hadn't butted in on her neighbors, if only she hadn't been exposed to the pleasures of sex again, it would have been all right. For twenty years she'd managed to avoid men, content to satisfy herself with masturbation, but now it wasn't enough. Thanks to Lew Mason and his huge expert cock, she found herself endlessly hungry for the real thing, for fucking. Yet she couldn't live with herself if she succumbed to this need. She wanted to stay pure and decent, unsoiled by male bodies. There was only one thing to do--just tough it out, try to forget. Above all, she must avoid Lew Mason. All men were animals, but he in particular had the power to arouse her and make her behave in disgusting ways.
Her resolve lasted all day at the office, but when she got home, she knew she was far from conquering her wicked sensuality. She was achingly horny, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get her mind off sex and men. Her fevered imagination conjured up naked cocks, big ones and little ones, limp and stiff, fat and thin, till her poor starved pussy ached with need. She felt crazy, delirious, with the need for sex. Hardly knowing what she was doing, Rona changed into a lounging dress, freshened her make-up, and took a measuring cup from the cupboard. It was pretty trite, going next door to ask for a cup of sugar, but it was the only way she knew to get close to him again. She didn't even know why she was doing it, since she'd promised herself to avoid him, but something stronger than her conscience was leading her on...
Lew had arrived home from work an hour earlier, and following family custom, he and Trish were having their nude sunbath on the patio. He wished there was some way to break the custom, but he didn't want to disappoint Trish. After yesterday's romp in the bedroom, the very sight of her lovely naked body was enough to make his blood boil. He could admit to himself now that he wanted to fuck his own daughter, but the admission certainly didn't make him happy. It took every bit of his self-control to keep from gawking at her cute little tits and tiny fluff of mons fur, to keep from touching her silky firm flesh. Miserably he sipped his gin and tonic and wondered what he was going to do. If he didn't get hold of himself, he was going to do something he'd regret forever.
Trish felt no such misery. She'd been looking forward to this moment all day, because it would give her a chance to have more kinky fun with her father, to get him to go even farther than yesterday. Her ultimate goal was to discover what fucking was like, and she thought that if she played it just right, she could seduce him. She knew she had to be very careful about it, though, because Daddy had some silly adult prejudice against doing it with his own daughter. Somehow she had to get around that. She lounged on her beach towel, acting casual, but being careful always to lie facing him so he could see her tits and pussy. She watched him carefully for signs of interest. He seemed to be emptying his drink much faster than usual, and when it was gone, Trish leaped up.
"May I get you another drink, Daddy?" she said.
"Please," said Lew. "That'd be great, sweetheart." He really needed it. It'd been a helluva long day, a heavy work load plus all his anxieties about Trish. Thank God it was Friday.
Maybe over the weekend he'd have a chance to straighten out his thoughts and decide what to do.
Trish mixed the gin and tonic quickly and efficiently, and returned to the patio. She set the drink down beside him but did not return to her own towel Instead she sat down beside Lew, pressing her silky thigh against his hard body, snuggling up companionably.
Lew, lying on his back, reached quickly for his drink and took a long swallow. He coughed and shuddered. The kid had put in enough booze to stun a horse. While he was still recovering from the alcoholic charge, Trish reached out and began to pet his limp cock.
Lew gawked at her, but she looked completely casual and unconcerned. She acted as if she were only rubbing his back, which she often did when he was tired. He didn't know what to say. She started chatting about her day at school, and Lew sighed and gulped his drink. Her little hand felt good on his soft doughy prick, and he couldn't bring himself to move away. A little touching wouldn't hurt. She was just being friendly. He felt his balls beginning to tingle and swell, but he ignored the warning. In a few moments, as her gentle rubbing went on and on, his soft pale prick began to twitch and harden, but he ignored that, too. The sun was hot on his body, it was a beautiful day, and he just wanted to relax and forget all his worries. He'd have to have a talk with Trish, explain why she couldn't play sexual games with him--but, damn it, that could come later. Even as he felt his aroused dick going stiff and rigid in her curled fingers, he still couldn't bring himself to make her stop. It felt good, too damned good...
"You're tired tonight, aren't you, Daddy?" she said soothingly.
"Yeah, I'm bushed," said Lew.
"I'll make you feel better," Trish said, tightening her little fingers around his rapidly swelling meat, increasing the speed of her pumping. "Does this feel good?"
He couldn't help sighing, couldn't help blurting out the truth. He was too tired to be subtle. "It feels great, baby."
"Good," she said softly. "How about this?"
Lew had his eyes closed, and he didn't see his daughter dipping her head into his lap. It came as a surprise when he felt her hot wet little tongue tickling the fat purple head of his cock. Her stiff slick tongue tip teased and wriggled around and around his sensitive swollen glans, and instantly he felt homy. His balls stiffened, his glans-slit began to dribble little bubbles of cream. Trish's impish pink tongue darted out to lap up each droplet as it emerged, and he heard her smacking her lips as she tasted and swallowed his juice. It made him even more homy, of course, but he couldn't bear to have her stop. That wet hot little tongue of hers felt great as it circled and lapped and licked the bulbous purple head of his aroused prick.
"Does that feel nice, Daddy?" she said.
"Great, baby," he said hoarsely. "Just great."
Her moist little tongue skittered down the stiff swollen shaft of his cock, nosing mischievously into the forest of silver pubic curls at the base, emerging to tickle and lap his fat tight testicles. Lew sighed loudly. The kid really learned fast. He'd hardly taught her anything about foreplay--she was teaching herself, exploring his genitals with her tongue, finding out what excited him. In fact, coming from her, almost anything excited him. He let his legs fall open a little more, and then he felt her blonde curls tickling his inner thighs as she dipped her head even lower. Her wicked little tongue tip brushed his bumpy anal mouth, and he felt intense pleasure shooting through his loins. She returned to the spot, circling and rimming his asshole, and he groaned deeply. His eyes were closed, but he could tell from the heavy weight of his prick that it was standing straight up now, waving heavily from his belly, and he felt his thick cream dribbling steadily down the shaft. The kid was a natural-born temptress. She'd gotten him up and gotten him hot in a matter of seconds.
Lew moaned and sighed helplessly as her naughty tongueplay went on, the wicked lapping of his anus, balls, and achingly full cock. He didn't know how much time passed, how he kept from cumming, but suddenly something different was happening. Her tongue went away, and then he felt something different, a moist hot pressure around the soaked head of his dick. His eyes popped open--and there was his little daughter sitting astride his belly, her cute little face frowning in concentration as she attempted to impale her virgin cunt on his huge stiff penis. She was clutching the thick shaft and directing the bulbous purple head into the tiny wet mouth of her cunt, but his glans was so thick that she hadn't yet managed to get it inside herself.
"Trish, NO!" said Lew. "We can do everything else, but not that. Get off me at once. I mean it, young lady."
She pouted at him and didn't budge an inch. "Oh, Daddy, Why? It'd be such fun. Nobody has to know," she wheedled.
She'd hardly gotten the words out when Miss Rona Brown came striding around the fence.
Rona glanced at the couple, then did a double take. Her sour face went deathly pale, and the measuring cup dropped from her hand to shatter on the cement. Her mouth dropped open as she took in the incredible scene--thirteen-year-old Trish Mason, hardly more than a child, sitting naked on her father's grotesquely swollen penis, the fat purple head lodged snugly in the wet little mouth of her vagina. An incestuous act was about to take place, and Rona had arrived just in time.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "How awful! How terrible! I can't believe this!"
Father and daughter leaped apart and stared, horror-stricken, at Rona. Even Trish knew they were in trouble. The old maid was gawking at them as if she'd just witnessed an ax murder. Lew was frightened that she might tell on them, but even more, he was angry. Why was this woman always butting in? Why the hell couldn't she mind her own business?
"Just what the hell are you doing here?" he said angrily. "I thought we settled the matter yesterday. You promised--" Rona glared at him. "If I made any promises, it was because you forced me, you animal. I certainly won't keep quiet about THIS! I saw you--I saw what you were trying to do to this innocent child, you beast. You, you lunatic! You were trying to--to--to DO it with your own daughter."
"That's not true," Trish said indignantly. "I was trying to do it to HIM!"
Lew cringed. Trish only made things worse. Rona gawked at the girl, then shook her head sadly. "Completely depraved," she said. "Completely corrupted. This child belongs in a good foster home, with decent parents, where she can learn some morality. As for you, you pervert, you should be arrested. I intend to call the proper authorities and--" With these words, Lew lost all self-control. The nosy old bitch was trying to take his child away from him, trying to send him to prison as some kind of sexual molester. He just wasn't going to stand for it. He lunged at her, and before Rona could emit her strangled cry of alarm, he clapped a hand over her mouth and began dragging her into the apartment. Trish helped by grabbing Rona's ankles and carrying her along. Rona writhed and fought, but she wasn't strong enough to break away from two captors. They pulled her into the living room and shut the patio door tightly so no sound could escape.
"You sure as hell don't learn very fast," said Lew furiously. "I'm going to have to teach you again to keep your nose out of our affairs. You're not leaving here till I get a firm promise from you--a promise to keep quiet and leave us alone." Rona shook her head violently. She'd come to their patio in a dizzy state of hominess, but that had passed when she saw Trish trying to impale her virgin cunt on her father's erect prick. In Rona's eyes Trish was a sick child and Lew was a monster of depravity. She felt it was her duty to separate them and end their wicked liaison. Lew kept his hand tightly clapped over her mouth, so she couldn't tell him her thoughts on the matter, but her vigorous head shaking told him enough.
"All right, you sickie," said Lew, "you asked for it. I'm going to have to punish you again."
Rona bit his hand as hard as she could. Lew howled with pain and jumped away from her, and she seized that chance to escape. She raced for the patio while Lew hopped up and down with pain--but Trish was right behind her.
"You come back here, you old snoop," said Trish. "You won't get away with that."
Rona had a good lead and could run faster than Trish, but the angry girl was determined not to let her get away. She lunged forward and managed to grab Rona's robe. Rona kept going, but the robe stayed behind, ripping cleanly off her body. She reached the patio door stark naked. She realized that neighbors on either side and upstairs would see her if she ran outdoors, and her modesty did not permit such a display. She whirled around and began chasing Trish, who laughed and sped away with the robe.
"You give me back my clothes, you brat," said Rona.
"Just try to get them," said Trish.
Lew had recovered by now, and even though Rona's teeth marks remained in his hand, he didn't feel the pain. His attention was completely captured by the sight of Miss Rona Brown streaking naked through his living room, her enormous tits bouncing furiously. In the struggle, her hair had come loose from its usual tight prim bun and was cascading down her back, thick and gleaming. Her face glowed with effort, and for once she forgot to look sour and stem. Hell, she wasn't bad-looking at all, not like this. Lew was especially turned on by the sight of her enormous naked boobs wobbling furiously as she ran. He wouldn't mind having some of that. Trish had gotten him hotly horny on the patio, but it was out of the question to fuck his own kid. He decided to have Rona instead. He set out after her, his great erect cock bouncing heavily before him.
Trish led the chase, giggling mischievously and hugging Miss Brown's tom robe in her arms. Powerful, long-legged Rona would have caught up with her on a straightaway, but Trish skillfully dodged and circled around furniture, slowing the older woman down. Rona was so absorbed in catching the girl she didn't realize Lew was after her till she felt his hot breath on her back. Then she panicked. She couldn't let him catch her and submit her to more indignities, and yet she couldn't run out of the apartment naked. She whirled and ran naked down the hall instead, seeking to lock herself in the bathroom. She didn't know what she'd do then, but at least she wouldn't suffer more humiliation from this man.
The floor plan of the Mason's apartment was just like Rona's, so she had no trouble finding the bathroom. What she forgot was that their furniture wasn't arranged the same as hers. As she streaked through the open bathroom door, she tripped on the bathmat and went plunging headlong towards the clothes hamper. Unable to stop her fall, she landed in the big open basket head first, and there she found herself stuck. Her head wedged in a pile of laundry, her buttocks and legs hanging over the rim of the basket, she simply couldn't move. She was helpless as an infant.
Lew charged into the bathroom, Trish right behind him, and when they saw Miss Brown up-ended in the hamper, they began to laugh. All they could see were her helplessly kicking legs and white wide ass. "Well, babe," said Lew, "it looks like we've got her right where we want her."
"Great," said Trish gleefully. "What are you gonna do, Daddy?"
"The same thing I did yesterday," said Lew, happily rubbing his long erect cock. "She's got to understand that she's no better than we are. She's got a tale to tell about us, but in a minute we'll have one to tell about her. Then she won't dare talk."
Rona heard all this, and she sobbed angrily and tried again to escape from her ludicrous position, but it was no use. She couldn't get her feet on the floor, so she had no leverage to hoist herself out of the deep basket. She blushed scarlet as she thought how she must look to her captors, her big white buttocks lewdly up-ended, her pussy exposed to their mocking eyes. She felt Lew's hot, moist breath fanning her ass, and she wanted to die of shame.
Lew and Trish gazed at Miss Brown's lewdly exposed slit. They saw the neat brown circle of her anus, the dark slitted mouth of her cunt, and the fine fringe of reddish-brown hair encircling her bright pink labia. To Lew it was a delicious sight. He was achingly horny, and he could hardly wait to thrust his bloated dick into that hot tight little hole of hers. To Trish the sight caused envy and sadness. She wanted Daddy to fuck her, not his mean old lady. Out on the patio she'd been so close to victory, so near seducing Daddy--and then Miss Brown had butted in again. Trish hated her for it, but she knew there was nothing she could do right now. The old bag had to be taught a lesson. It would be worth it in the long run, if it kept her from butting in again. Trish stood aside and watched as her father approached Miss Brown, holding his big thick prick and grinning lewdly.
"Miss Brown," he said, "can you hear me?"
"Yes," said Rona anxiously. "Get me out of here, please."
"Later," said Lew. "Right now I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, no!" said Rona, "No, please... "
Lew gripped her wide firm hips and directed the bloated dribbling head of his cock into the moist mushy mouth of her cunt. Rona screamed in protest, but he pushed mercilessly into her, groaning happily as he felt his aching homy cock enveloped in tight wet flesh. He pushed in steadily, till his fattened cockhead butted her slick, hot womb and his balls came to rest against her moist labia. He took a deep breath and began to ball her with all the speed and force he could command. It was a brutal fucking, loud and wet, his belly slapping noisily against her big ass, his huge cock reaming and raking her tight vaginal passage. Again and again he slammed deep into her, butting her tender womb, and he snorted and yelped with pleasure as he achieved red-hot friction between cock and cunt. He thought he might be hurting her, but he didn't care. She deserved it. She'd tried to ruin his life, tried to separate him from Trish. He wanted it to hurt her, but he was disappointed. At first she flinched and whined and wept, but after a moment he felt her steamy juices boiling around his pounding cock, heard her shrill protests change to husky moans and wet gurgles of pleasure. Christ, the poor old broad must be starved for it, even his savage rape was turning her on. He could still get his revenge, however. If he couldn't hurt her, he could at least humiliate her.
"Feels great, huh, Miss Brown?" he said wickedly.
"Ohhh, nooo," whined Rona, "no, no, I don't want it."
"Liar," said Lew, panting and sweating as he humped her ever faster. "You love it. Your pussy's wet, Miss Brown. You're hot as a furnace in there. You love to get balled."
"No, you beast," said Rona, her voice muffled in the laundry. "No, I hate it, and I hate you."
"We'll see about that," said Lew. He leaped back from her, his long stiff dick swaying heavily and dripping with her cream as it slipped from her steamy cunt. He stood there watching her, as did Trish, and for a moment there was no reaction at all. Then Rona's pale plump buttocks began to writhe and twitch in horny frustration. She tried to control herself, to pretend that she welcomed his retreat, but she just couldn't stand being left unfulfilled. Secretly she'd welcomed the violent deep thrusts of his huge prick, loved every savage motion, and she was dying to cum. Much as she hated this man, she needed his cock. She trembled with lust and couldn't control her horny little squeals and cries. Cream poured thick and steamy from her gasping, nipping cunt mouth.
"Please... she whimpered.
"Please what?" said Lew.
She hated herself, but she couldn't help moaning, "Put it in me again. Oh, please, don't stop now. I need it. I want it so badly. Please..."
Lew winked at Trish, who gave him the victory sign. Again he approached the writhing old maid, seized her trembling hips, and thrust his erect meat deep into her flooded hot cunt. "Oh, God, YES!" Rona wailed. He humped her furiously, and in another minute they were both cumming, howling and convulsing while Trish watched with fascination and envy. Then Lew helped Rona out of the clothes hamper, and the embarrassed spinster blushed deep red as his cum trickled down her legs. Now that her need was satisfied, she felt ashamed and guilty.
"You won't bother us again?" said Lew.
"No," said Rona. "I promise."
"All right, Trish, give her back her robe," said Lew. Rona snatched the robe from the girl's hand and rushed out of the room. Trish sighed with relief and went to hug her father.
"Oh, Daddy," she said hotly, seizing his limp cock, "now we can be alone... "
CHAPTER SIX
Lew recoiled as if he'd touched a hot potato. His limp, wet prick slipped from Trish's eager little hand, and he hurried to the closet to find some clothes. "Yes, it's nice that she's gone," he said nervously. "New we can have a nice quiet dinner, just the two of us... "
Trish stared after him, disappointed and puzzled. What was the matter with Daddy? Why was he so reluctant to continue their delicious games--or, rather, to carry the games to their logical conclusion? After today's adventures--almost making it with her father, then watching him do it to Miss Brown--Trish was more than ready to try the ultimate experiment, but Lew seemed to be avoiding her. She just couldn't understand it. He got so excited when she played with him, but he simply refused to fuck her.
Lew was well aware of the contradictions in his behavior. He wasn't going to try explaining again, since Trish didn't buy his arguments. He was just going to stay the hell out of her way. The nude sunbathing would have to end, and there'd be no more bedroom romps between father and daughter. He hated to repress the kid's feelings like that, but it was better than tempting him to commit incest. He just didn't trust himself around her any more. Already they'd gone too far. He shuddered to think what his boss and colleagues would say if they knew that his little girl had sucked him off, and that he'd given her her very first climax by eating her pussy. It had to stop before it got out of hand.
Lew made small talk during dinner, avoiding all serious subjects, and as soon as it was over, he whisked Trish off to the movies. Unfortunately he didn't bother to check on what was showing, and it turned out to be a rather sexy foreign film with lots of nudity. In the darkness of the theater he kept glancing at Trish, and he saw the girl staring wide-eyed at the love scenes on the screen, licking her lips and gently rubbing her crotch. He could have kicked himself. Why the hell hadn't he taken her to some wildlife film? Nowadays, however, even that might set her off, since they showed the animals mating. There seemed to be no way he could keep from exposing the child to sex. He just prayed that the movie would tire her out.
It didn't. When they got home, Trish was still lively and talkative. Lew excused himself on the grounds of being exhausted and went to bed with a book. In fact he was pretty tired, and within half an hour the book slipped from his hands and he nodded off. He slept solidly for several hours, then woke with a start as he felt someone crawling into bed with him. He blinked, tried to focus his bleary eyes, and saw Trish in her pink baby doll nightgown slipping under the covers beside him.
"Trish," he said, "what are you doing?"
"I had a nightmare, Daddy," she said. "It was just awful. A scary man was chasing me... "
Lew sighed and slipped his arm around her shoulders, and the girl contentedly snuggled up to him. She'd always come to his bed for comfort when she had bad dreams, ever since she could walk, and he couldn't turn her down now. He switched off the light and settled back, hoping she'd fall asleep quickly.
What he didn't know was that Trish hadn't had a nightmare at all--far from it. She hadn't been asleep an hour before she began to dream of lying naked on the patio with her father, playing with his big limp peter, sucking it... She woke up violently horny, and that was when she got the idea of faking a nightmare. It was a surefire way of getting into bed with him. She smiled to herself in the darkness as she cuddled against his big hard body. She'd just thought of another trick that might work.
Trish pretended to drift off to sleep, her breathing slow and soft. After awhile she pretended to be dreaming again, and she murmured softly, and her little hands began wandering over her father's body. To Lew the movements seemed aimless at first, but gradually he detected a tendency to go for his cock. Trish's mischievous little fingers snaked inside the fly of his pajamas, tickling through his coarse pubic hairs, till they located the warm doughy mass of his limp prick. They began to rub, caress, fondle. Goddamn it, was she really asleep? Lew didn't know what to do. He could hardly scold the child for something she did in her sleep.
Trish was counting on just this reaction. She felt her father stirring nervously, and she couldn't help grinning. Poor Daddy, he didn't know if she was doing it deliberately or not. She sighed, murmured, and slowly curled her fingers around his long soft peter. It felt nice and warm, and the flesh was very silky and slippery to her touch. It was like a big lazy worm, and she enjoyed playing with it in its flaccid state, but she also wanted to make it stiff and hard and fat, the way it always got for Miss Brown. It was very exciting to look at Daddy's long, pale cock when it was erect. Trish gently moved her curled fingers up and down, up and down the warm doughy penis, till at last it twitched violently in her grasp and slowly began to fill and engorge.
Shit, thought Lew.
He still couldn't decide if she was asleep or not, and he didn't want to chew her out for something she couldn't help. He tried rolling over instead. He heaved himself over, turning his back on her, and his semi-hard meat slipped from her busy little fingers. For a moment nothing happened, and then Trish sighed and murmured, just as if she were asleep, and snuggled up to him again. Her little hot hand slowly found its way down the seat of his pajamas till she was fingering his bumpy brown asshole. He felt the very tip of her little finger wriggling into his rectum, and a burst of excitement melted his loins. She wedged the finger farther and farther upward, impaling his sensitive anus, and he felt his long heavy prick slowly hardening and rising in the crotch of his pajamas, his balls swelling up tight with cum. Fuck all, he was never going to get to sleep this way.
Trish pumped her finger in his narrow hot rectum in a mischievous frigging motion, just as Daddy had done to her. She knew it felt good, for it had excited her almost to climax. With her free hand she slipped between his legs and found the mountainous swelling of his testicles. She gently caressed and tickled them, feeling the hot throbbing and the hard cores inside. Lew stirred restlessly but didn't tell her to stop. Poor Daddy, he still hadn't decided if she was really asleep. She inched her hand farther between his legs and encountered the thick hard base of his cock. She followed the silky throbbing shaft upward and was delighted to find his huge penis fully erect. The glans was bloated almost to bursting, and as Trish touched it, a hot little droplet of cream burbled out to wet her finger. She smeared it all around his slick hot glans.
"Oh, hell," said Lew. He rolled away from her and said sternly, "Trish, stop that. I can't sleep if you do that."
So he'd discovered her deception after all. In the darkness Trish felt hot tears of disappointment rising to her eyes, but she wasn't going to give up yet. "Daddy," she said, he voice trembling. "I'm sorry, but it was the only way I could touch you. You've been avoiding me all evening. I don't understand, Daddy. We always touched each other before. What have I done wrong? It's making me so unhappy."
Lew sighed and reached out to tousle her hair. "Sweetheart," he said, "I have nothing against touching. I think it's great. We can hug and kiss and hold hands, just like we used to, but it can't lead to sex. That's what I don't want. It isn't right for a girl to have sex with her father. I won't have it, and you'll have to forget about it."
Trish pouted in the darkness. She sure as hell wasn't content with just kissing and hugging and holding hands, not any more, not after what she'd felt and witnessed in the last two days. She was a woman now, and she wanted to be treated like one. Her little body ached for something more than childish romping. "It's not fair," she said bitterly. "You did all those nice things to Miss Brown, and you don't even like her. But you won't do them for me. I feel like you don't love me at all."
"Oh, baby, that's not true," Lew said earnestly. He reached out and folded the girl tightly in his arms. "I love you more than anyone on earth, Trish. I'd do anything for you."
"Anything?" Trish said tearfully. "Then fuck me, Daddy, because that's what I really want. I want it so badly. I--"
"Trish, no," said Lew quickly. He continued patting her and kissing her, but his voice was stem. "You must never say that again. It just can't be."
"But, Daddy," said Trish, "you're the one I want to teach me. I don't want to do it with some strange boy who might hurt me. I want it to be you, because I trust you. I know you'll do it right, that you'll be gentle. I just want you to show me what it's like, Daddy, and then I won't ask again. But I have to find out how it is."
These arguments worked powerfully with Lew. He didn't want her losing her virginity to some strange kid, either. It made him almost sick to think of some panting, sweaty, pimple-faced adolescent invading his daughter's delicate little body. It would be better if he taught her himself, because, as she said, he'd be gentle and would show her the right way. His brain told him these things, and his achingly full cock and balls told him that it would be a helluva kick to fuck this sexy little chick. Nobody had to know about it. They both wanted it. By God, he'd do it. He wanted her so badly, and she was actually begging for it... Yes, it was incest. Yes, she was only thirteen and a virgin and his very own child, but he just had to have her...
"All right, Trish," he said. "Maybe you're right."
He began to lift her nightgown gently off over her head, and Trish eagerly cooperated, raising her arms high. Her heart pounded with happiness and excitement. At last she was going to find out the truth about fucking, that act which everybody talked about. She could hardly wait. As Lew slipped down the panties of her baby doll nightgown, she assisted him by kicking them off, and then she helped him out of his pajamas. His enormous prick, rigid and dribbling, poked her belly, and again she felt sharp excitement. That big long thing was going to go up her cunt. She wondered how it would feel. Her pussy creamed hotly with anticipation. She remembered how keenly Miss Brown had enjoyed it--squealing, writhing, creaming. Her virgin slit boiled and swelled with eagerness.
Lew was hardly less excited. He'd taken only one other virgin in his life, his late wife, and that had been years ago. She hadn't been nearly as young as Trish either. He imagined that not many men had the supreme pleasure of popping a thirteen-year-old virgin, and he considered himself fantastically lucky. His big stiff prick oozed a steady stream of hot juice as he undressed his trembling eager daughter and prepared to ball her. He wasn't just going to jump on her and do it, however. He'd promised to be gentle, to do it right, and he felt honor bound to keep that promise.
"You just be patient now, young lady," said Lew. "I have to get you ready."
Ready? Trish felt she would burst of hominess right now. Lew wanted to make sure she was moist and receptive, however, so he eased her cute little naked body down on the bed, parted her slim legs, and slipped his hand into her steamy little crotch.
The kid was wet and hot, all right, her tiny clit stiff and throbbing, her delicate labia swollen up with need, her little vagina spewing wave after wave of horny cream. Lew gently slipped a finger into the soaked slippery mouth of her virgin cunt and felt the incredible tightness of the opening. He pushed in a little farther, making Trish squeal with delight and cling tightly to him, and soon her tough hymen blocked his exploration. He worried about that. It was going to hurt her, poor kid, when he ploughed through that. His cock ached with need, but he almost changed his mind about giving it to her. He didn't want to hurt his little girl.
"Look, sweetheart," he said tenderly, "I know you've read a lot about sex, but I don't think you're really prepared for this. It hurts a girl pretty badly the first time. I'll have to rupture your hymen, and you'll bleed. Also I think my cock is way too big for you. Maybe it'd be better if we wait till you're older. I know you want it now, baby, but I just can't stand the idea of hurting you--"
"Oh, Daddy," Trish said impatiently, "I know it's going to hurt, and I don't mind. It has to be that way the first time, all the books say so. But there has to be a first time, and I want it to be with YOU! Now, let's quit talking and just DO it!"
To reinforce her argument, Trish wriggled out of his embrace, crawled down the bed, and dipped her curly blonde head into his lap. Lew yelped with surprise and pleasure as he felt her hot, wet little tongue greedily lapping the spurting juice from the bloated head of his cock. Her wicked, slick tongue lapped and swished all around the sensitive glans, making him shiver and moan. Damn it, there was no arguing with this kid. She meant to have her way, and he sure as hell didn't want to resist. There'd be pain, yes, but Trish seemed to accept it. He didn't like hurting her, but he was almost too horny to care. His huge aching prick begged to be buried in some steamy fleshy nest, and Trish was the only woman available--if, indeed, she could be called a woman and not a child...
Lew buried his reservations. He knew he was going to do it, so why grind his guts over it? Trish was still greedily licking and kissing his dripping dick, but he gently eased her away from it and made her lie down on her back. He spread her legs quite wide, then switched on the bedside lamp so he could see what he was doing. It shocked him a little to see his little daughter lying there with a homy grin on her face. She looked like a young whore, her eyes bright with lust, her legs spread lewdly wide. It shocked him, and excited him. He opened her legs even wider, then glanced down at her virgin slit. It was in a remarkable state of readiness. Her plump mons lips, lightly furred with golden down, had parted to reveal the scarlet shaft of her clit, which stood up erect and moist and gleaming, a tiny bright signal of her lust. Her ripe pink labia were swollen, too, and shining with droplets of pussy cream. At the very center of her body he could see the tiny shadowed slit of her cunt mouth, delicately fringed with light blonde hair, and the steady trickle of juice that issued from it, steamy and fragrant. Even the light brown wrinkled mouth of her anus was pulsing, opening and closing, with lusty readiness. It was the tiny immature pussy of a thirteen year old girl, but it was as receptive and ready as the cunt of an experienced older woman. There was nothing left for him to do but ball her--and he was more than ready himself.
He knelt between her legs, hulking over her, and his cock ached with heaviness as he seized it and directed it toward the dark slit of her virgin vagina. Again he hesitated--his huge pale prick seemed far too thick for that tiny opening. Trish watched the procedure with bright eyes, licking her lips, and showed no fear at all, even when the massive bloated purple head of his cock settled into the moist valley of her cunt mouth. She could easily see that it was too large, but she didn't flinch. A flood of steamy fragrant juice issued from her quivering cunt mouth to bathe the sensitive flesh of his glans.
"Oh, do it, Daddy," she said hoarsely, "do it. Put it in. I can hardly wait to feel it."
With that kind of encouragement, he could hardly say no. Trembling homily, Lew pushed his cock about half an inch into her mushy little vaginal opening, and Trish squeaked with surprise as she discovered how tight the fit was. Lew blanched as he saw the grotesque stretching of her cunt mouth around the massive purple head of his dick. He'd tear her, for sure, even before he reached her hymen. It just wasn't going to work.
"Baby, no," he said reluctantly. "I'm too big for you."
He started to pull away, but Trish seized his broad shoulders and held him in place. "Do it," she said fiercely. "I don't care if it hurts. Do it, Daddy, PLEASE."
With great misgivings, Lew thrust his cock in a little farther. Miraculously, Trish's tiny cunt expanded to accommodate his gigantic thickness, and though she was stretched almost to bursting, she didn't tear. Lew grunted with effort and pushed in a little farther, till the whole nub of his cock head disappeared in her little hair-fringed hole. It was incredibly tight, the tightest cunt he'd ever entered, but also deliciously hot and wet and slick.
"Uh," Trish grunted as he slowly moved into her, "uh, uhhhh, uesss... "
Hot pussy-cream scalded his sensitive glans as it lodged snugly in her tiny wet vaginal opening. He pushed again, glided upward perhaps half an inch, and then encountered the tough barrier of her hymen. He nudged it a few times, and Trish gasped for breath. No way he could ease through that membrane--he was going to have to slam it, and slam it hard to break it. It would hurt her terribly.
"Trish," he said, "if I break your hymen, the pain will be pretty bad. Are you sure you don't want to wait?"
Her face was flushed with horniness, her eyes bright and excited. She was grinning wickedly, and he felt her boiling pussy juices all around the buried head of his cock. In spite of the pressure and stretching, she was still eager to be fucked. "Go ahead, Daddy," she said breathlessly. "It has to happen sometime--and I want it NOW!"
"All right, doll," said Lew, "but if you want me to stop, you just say so."
He took a deep breath, drew back his hips, and then slammed his iron-hard rod into her with all his strength. There was a loud popping sound, and he felt his bruised cock head bursting through the thick membrane of her virginity. Trish dug her nails painfully hard into his shoulders and screamed. He knew it hurt her, he saw virginal blood welling around the pale shaft of his cock, but there was nothing he could do to arrest his upward progress. He had plunged too fast and too hard. He felt his thick swollen balls coming to rest against her small quivering buttocks. He was into her all the way, his battered dick gripped with incredible tightness by her untried, muscular little cunt. The girl writhed and sobbed as she took the long thick thrust, and Lew felt like a sadist.
"Oh, baby," he said miserably, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I'll withdraw right now--"
"NO," said Trish, clawing his shoulders and holding him to her. "It's over now, Daddy. The worst is over. Do it to me. Do it like you did to Miss Brown. I want to know what it's like."
He gawked at her little tear-stained face. In spite of her pain, the girl was as homy and eager as ever. She clung to him, hot and panting, and he could still feel her steamy pussy-cream welling hotly around his buried meat. He shrugged. Hell, if she wanted it that badly, he'd give it to her. He sure didn't want to leave that wonderfully tight, hot, mushy little hole. He began to saw his prick gently back and forth in her clinging wet sheath, and Trish sighed and flopped back on the bed, closing her eyes and giving herself up completely to the novel sensations of her very first fuck. She seemed a little nervous and frightened at first, but in a very short time a homy grin lit her face and she began to moan and whimper softly.
"It feels good, Daddy," she said, gurgling wetly, "really good. Oh, yeah... YEAH! I really dig it! AHHH!!!"
She wasn't kidding. In spite of the terrible pain she'd just experienced and in spite of the incredibly tight stuffing of her untried cunt by his outsized cock, she was enjoying it enormously. She began to move her slim, childish hips in time to his slow deep strokes, and her cunt cream boiled out so furiously that their fucking became loud and squishy and wet. Lew could hardly keep from cumming, she was so tight and hot and moist. Fortunately he didn't have to wait long. In less, than a minute Trish arched her little body sharply and began to squeal shrilly with the blinding pleasure of orgasm. He wanted to reward her for her bravery, and so he held out and balled her into yet another climax, but then he'd had it. He groaned deeply and began pumping his steamy seed into his thirteen year old daughter's quaking womb, shooting in great, tingling ecstatic spurts of hot male cum, and his eyes rolled back at the power of his ejaculation and he gasped, "Ah, Ahhhh, AHHH!"
On the other side of the wall, Miss Rona Brown lay in her bed, listening with boiling indignation.
Trish and Lew were so carried away that they forgot to be quiet, and the outraged spinster heard every word and sound of Trish's deflowering. There was no doubt in Rona's mind what was going on. She was horrified. She resolved that tomorrow she'd talk to the apartment manager about it. Even if she couldn't stop their wicked doings, she could at least get them evicted from the building so she wouldn't have to listen to them. Animals, she thought...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Herman Short, manager of the apartment building, was a burly little man of around fifty, bald, wearing rimless glasses, and very, very shy. Herman had never had much luck with women, and he had never married. He lived in the basement of the building, in two small rooms, and had covered the walls of his hideaway with full color photos of beautiful naked girls. They were as lovely and full-breasted as the girls in Playboy, but not nearly so demure. Most of Herman's girls were doing something naughty in the photos, playing with their pussies, sticking out their tongues wickedly at the viewer, or brazenly lifting and flaunting their big, pointed tits. Herman loved his girls very much. He ate dinner watching them, glanced at them during commercials on TV, and every night when he went to bed, he would focus on one of the girls and happily jerk off, pretending he was fucking her. He would have preferred a real flesh-and-blood woman in his bed, of course, but his paralyzing shyness prevented him even from saying hello to a female, and the pictures were better than nothing.
On Saturday morning, Herman had just finished making the rounds of the building to see if any repair work was necessary, and he was changing into his overalls before doing some plumbing on the top floor. It never failed that somebody's toilet overflowed on weekends, just when he wanted to go fishing. Herman was resigned to such things, however, and he liked his job well enough. He didn't have to work with other people. He would have died of shyness if he'd had to work in an office around women. He hummed to himself as he took off his sport clothes and prepared to don his overalls. Standing in his underwear, Herman happened to glance up at the naughty photos on his wall, and he zeroed in on a particularly delicious redhead. The girl was looking him right in the eye, it seemed, grinning lasciviously as she fingered her dark furry pussy, inviting him to join the fun. Herman felt his cock twitch into life, tenting his shorts. Why not? He could take a few seconds to jerk off, then get on to the plumbing job. It was a weekend, after all, and he felt he deserved a treat.
He was just reaching for his stiff dick when someone knocked at the door. "Damn," said Herman.
He stuffed his swollen meat back into his shorts and padded to the door in his bare feet. He hadn't bothered to dress, because he never let anyone into his room. It would be hard to explain those photos, not to mention the piles of girlie magazines and erotic books he kept around the place. He didn't want the tenants to think he was some kind of pervert. Everyone in the building considered him a sweet, quiet little man, perfectly harmless, and he wanted them to go on thinking that way. He opened the door just a crack, intending to let the visitor see no more than his balding head.
Miss Rona Brown, tall and strong and majestic, pushed the door wide open, knocking Herman aside, and strode into the room. She'd lain awake half the night sputtering with indignation over the Masons' wicked behavior and she'd come down to complain to Herman, the manager, at the earliest possible hour. She was already voicing her complaints as she walked in the door, and it took her a few moments to realize that there was something not quite right about Herman Short's room. Then she stopped still, gawked, and went deathly pale.
"Oh, dear," she said in a stunned voice. "Oh, dear me!"
Rona took in all the naughty pictures on Herman's walls, all the dirty books and magazines that cluttered the tables. She turned to Herman for an explanation and saw that the short squat manager was wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. Even worse, he obviously had an erection. The crotch of his shorts was sharply tented. Rona was filled with horror and indignation.
"Mr. Short," she said, sputtering with outrage, "this is disgusting! I have never seen anything so sinful in my life. I demand that you remove and destroy these filthy pictures and books. You might have the decency to put on some clothes, too."
Ordinarily Herman was painfully shy, and he was also very slow to lose his temper. Rona's unwelcome intrusion and her haughty manner, however, made him furious. He grew red in the face, and his little brown eyes glinted angrily behind his thick glasses. "Now, look here, Miss Brown," he said, wagging a finger at her, "this is my home, and I'll do what I damned well please here. I didn't invite you in--you just barged in here without my permission. If you don't like it, you can leave, but you can't tell me how to behave in my own room. If you've got some complaint, tell me, but otherwise get your ass out of here."
Rona gawked at him. She'd never paid much attention to him before, except to ask for repairs, and she found herself impressed by his forcefulness. She also felt ashamed. The man was right. She had no business forcing her way into his room and then telling him how to live. She blushed just as red as Herman.
"I apologize, Mr. Short," she said. "You're quite right. If you'll just give me a minute of your time, I'll state my complaint."
"Very well," Herman said curtly. He was still angry. He never had cared much for Miss Rona Brown, even though she was a long-time tenant, always paid her rent on time, and never did any damage to the place. She treated him like slime, as if he were her social inferior and not deserving of courtesy or respect. He didn't care how neat and tidy she was--he hated her haughty attitude. However, it was his job to handle tenant complaints, so he waited patiently to hear what she had to say.
"It's about the people who just moved in next to me, the Masons," said Rona. "A father and daughter." Her blush deepened. "I-- The fact is, I find it hard to describe what's been happening, Mr. Short, but I'll do my best... It seems that Mr. Mason has, uh, sexual relations with his daughter. The child is only thirteen. I'm not imagining this--I've seen it and heard it. It's a terrible thing, Mr. Short, and you must do something about it. They're a disgrace to this building, a scandal. I want you to evict them."
Herman listened with great interest. He thought what a lucky guy Mason was, to have that cute little chick all to himself. Herman was a liberal man, content to mind his own business and let others have their kicks, so long as no one was hurt. "Does the girl seem upset by all this?" he asked. "Is it done against her will?"
Rona blushed again. "Well, no. In fact she seems to enjoy it. But that makes it even worse, Mr. Short. The child must be saved. It's up to you to take action."
"Oh, I dunno," said Herman, scratching himself. "If they're having fun, what the hell? Why spoil it?"
Rona gawked at him. "But Mr. Short--it's INCEST!"
Herman went to his dictionary and looked up the word. "I don't see anything wrong with that," he said, closing the book. "Just a lot of stupid laws and religious poppycock. I'm not gonna butt in." Rona almost fainted. "But Mr. Short," she said, aghast, "this man, Mason, is dangerous. He's a fiend. He--he--I wasn't going to tell you this, but I see it's necessary--he RAPED me! Now are you going to do something about it?"
Herman eyed her with renewed interest. The idea of anyone raping Miss Brown intrigued and delighted him. He'd long felt that what the sour old prune needed was a good fuck. He almost felt like calling up Mason and congratulating him. He wished he could have been there to see it. However, it was a serious charge, and he knew he'd have to investigate. "The hell you say? Raped you, huh?" he said. "Are you sure, Miss Brown? How did it happen? Better tell me all about it." His eyes grew stem, his mouth firm.
Blushing and stammering, Rona described in detail her two encounters with Lew Mason and his daughter. Herman listened carefully, and a grin slowly pervaded his plump face. When she'd finished telling the story, he laughed out loud. "Hell," he said, "that's not rape. You went there voluntarily, you nosed into their business, and whatever you got, baby, you asked for it."
Rona shook her fists at him, and as she did so, Herman couldn't help noticing her mammoth full tits which quivered and bounced beneath her prim white blouse. Funny, he'd never noticed before what magnificent boobs she had. He sure wouldn't mind getting a fistful... "Mr. Short," she said furiously, "I intend to see that you're fired. You're worse than Mason. You have no sense of decency, you--" Herman didn't hear her. He was thinking of something else. He grinned at her and said, "You know what? I bet you enjoyed it. When he did it to you, I mean. I bet you loved every second of it."
Rona gasped and went pale. How could this homely little man guess such a thing? She'd die of shame if anyone knew... "I did not," she said indignantly. "How dare you even suggest it, you nasty little man? I intend to go to the police with this matter, since you won't do anything, and I intend to speak to the owner of this building and see that you're fired."
"Aw, shove it," said Herman mildly. He was tired of her shrill voice. He wanted her to shut up so he could concentrate on her body, which seemed increasingly attractive to him. Always he'd focused on her stern sour face, never imagining that she had a superb lush figure. Why, she was just as stacked as the girls in his photos. He moved toward her, leering, and Miss Brown blushed and backed up against the door, fumbling for the knob. Before she could find it, Herman had reached her and was putting out his pudgy wet hands to cup her huge quivering, pointed tits. He was a little surprised at his own boldness, but what the hell. If the bitch was going to get him fired, he might as well get something out of the experience. He squeezed her big soft breasts, which overflowed his hands, and Miss Brown gasped.
"Stop that," she said, sputtering. "Take your hands off me, you beast."
"You liked it, didn't you?" said Herman. "You liked it when Mason balled you--otherwise you wouldn't have gone back again. You'd have gone to the cops right away. Yeah, it all makes sense. You wanted him to screw you again--"
"NO!" said Rona, bursting into tears. Herman was right, of course, but she could never admit it. She had to deny it or die of shame.
"Yeah, you did," he said, grinning at her knowingly. "I bet you'd like more of it, too. Let's see how this grabs you." With one ruthless motion, he ripped her blouse and bra down the front, parting them in half, and her huge milky-white tits flopped into their natural curve, naked and pulsing, the light brown nipples quivering enticingly. Herman gawked and licked his lips. He'd never seen boobs that big before, not even in his naughty books and magazines. Each plump white globe was bigger than his head. He just had to touch them to see if they were real. He seized two gigantic fistfuls of hot bouncing flesh, and as he did so, Miss Brown gasped, reddened, and sank back against the door. He kneaded and pumped her mountainous jugs, and the woman seemed to fall into some kind of trance, like a cornered animal that just gives up. He felt her huge soft breasts going hard and swollen in his hands, felt her nipples stiffening, growing hard and pointed in his hot palms. Was it possible that he was getting the old maid horny? He bent low over her, flicked out his tongue, and naughtily tickled one of her pointy brown nipples. Rona gasped.
No one had ever done that to her before. She hadn't realized that her breasts were a source of erotic pleasure, but the moment Herman began playing with them, she'd experienced sharp hot lust that seemed to melt her loins. When he put his wet slick tongue to her nipple, she almost fainted with pleasure. He pressed his mouth down on the throbbing brown tip and began to suck it. Rona gasped again, and she felt a sudden burst of steamy juice from her cunt, so heavy that it soaked through her panties and trickled down her thighs. Bald little Herman sucked like a hungry puppy on her big tit, loud and wet and fast, and it felt so good that she could barely keep from moaning her pleasure.
Herman was just as hotly aroused as Rona. It'd been a long, long time since he'd had a woman. Too shy ever to date girls, he'd had to content himself with occasional visits to the cathouse, and it wasn't often that he had the money for such an indulgence. True, he jerked off all the time, but that just didn't get it--not like having a real woman. He felt constantly horny, and when his anger led him to make advances to Miss Brown, he just couldn't stop. He wasn't angry any more. He was just horny, so horny that he lost all shyness and caution.
In the crotch of his shorts, his prick swelled to new lengths and fatness, and a wet spot appeared from his hotly dribbling juices. Still sucking furiously on her huge hot tit, he fumbled for the hem of her skirt and shot his hand up the silky flesh of her leg. Rona shrieked and tried to push him away, but he used his free arm to encircle her waist and hold her tightly to him. Wedged between him and the door, Rona couldn't get free. She trembled in a strange mixture of fright and lust as his pudgy damp little hand found its way to her steamy crotch.
Herman had his mouth full of tit, so he couldn't speak, but what he thought was, "Baby, you're wet. You want it. Oh, man, do you want it." He would have liked to taunt her with those words, but it was too much fun sucking her hot rigid nipple. His fingers touched the dripping crotch of her panties, then wriggled inside to caress the steamy plump lips of her pussy. Rona moaned and creamed a furious flood of cunt juice that soaked his hand.
Herman was delighted. Not only was she horny, but he was living one of his oldest fantasies, seducing that sour old maid, Rona Brown, and making her love it. Much as he resented and disliked the woman, he'd often daydreamed about balling her as an act of revenge for her haughty treatment. Now it was coming true, and he could hardly believe it. The reality was even more exciting than the fantasy. Her big lush body quivered in his arms, her massive breasts rubbing hotly against him, her plump red-hot pussy juicing furiously. He couldn't have imagined it any better than this.
He popped his mouth from her nipple and leered at her. "Let's quit fooling around," he said boldly. "Let's get it on. The bed's right in the next room."
Rona slapped his face as hard as she could. "You-you CREEP," she said. "What kind of woman do you think I am? You take your hands off me and let me out of this room."
Herman was understandably puzzled. The woman was obviously aroused, enjoying everything he did to her, so why the hysterics? Herman, a simple man, decided to ignore her words and concentrate on her behavior. He lunged, tackled her, and dragged her to the floor. Rona kicked and screamed, but the burly little man was too strong for her. "It's okay by me if you don't want to go to bed," said Herman, pinning her down. "The floor'll do just fine."
Rona wept hot tears of frustration. Again her wicked body was betraying her, again her powerful insistent lust threatened to make her violate all her beliefs about decency and morality. She could pretend all day that she didn't want Herman, but in fact her body cried out for his rough touch. She could only try to escape before she made a spectacle of herself. "Please," she said, "please let me go. I don't want this."
"Uh-huh," said Herman, who was busy pulling down her panties. "Is that why you went back to Mason a second time? Don't shit me, lady. I know a horny broad when I see one." In fact he didn't, but he liked talking tough to Miss Brown. He didn't really care if she wanted it or not, he was still going to have her. What did he have to lose, after all? The old bitch was going to get him fired no matter what he did. He succeeded in dragging off her prim white cotton panties, and he tossed them aside and started pushing up her skirt. He was sitting astride her so she couldn't get away, and Rona was gawking at the sharply tented crotch of his shorts. In spite of her distress, she couldn't help wondering how big he was, how thick, and whether he could match Lew's gigantic proportions. But that's silly, she thought. I'm not going to fuck him. I'm NOT...
"Nice," said Herman, "real nice."
He had uncovered the fluffy reddish-brown patch of her mons and was petting it, enjoying the silky softness of her pubic hairs. He wriggled a plump finger inside the swollen mons lips and encountered her tiny, throbbing clitoral bud. As he began to massage it with the tip of his finger, Rona flushed deep red with lust and began to make horny gurgling sounds in her throat. God help her, she just couldn't resist this kind of pleasure. Her conscience still chided her, but she felt her body responding to his touch--her legs slowly parting wider and wider, her pussy creaming furiously, her hips beginning to move in unmistakable fucking motions as he stroked and aroused her sensitive little red clit. Herman glanced at her and leered.
"Yeah, you like that, all right, you snooty hypocrite. All these years you been treating me like dirt, but not now. You'll never be able to put me down again. I know where you're really at, baby... "
Rona was shocked at the strength of his hatred for her. He seemed to dislike her just as much as the Masons did, and he used the same word for her--"hypocrite." It dawned on her that perhaps these people were right. Perhaps she had been living a lie all her life, and taking out her frustrations on others. She felt ashamed, but she didn't have time to analyze her feelings. Herman's insistent stroking of her hot little clit was driving her crazy with lust. She couldn't seem to control herself at all. With shaking hands she reached out and tugged down his shorts, and his erect penis popped into view, stiff and straight, hugging his belly.
She was astounded to find that this funny little man had a cock even larger than Lew Mason's. She wouldn't have believed it possible that a prick could be so long and thick, let alone that its possessor should be meek, mild Herman Short. She gawked at the tremendous length of pale meat with its light blue veins, the grossly engorged purple head, and the long slitted mouth that dribbled horny cream. She imagined taking that huge dick inside her seething wet cunt, and she moaned deliriously. She knew she was lost. She had to have him, and whatever this man wanted to do to her, she'd gladly submit.
Although not very experienced with women, Herman sensed her submission from her fluttering feverish eyes, her flushed limp body, and the way she moaned and gurgled as he stroked her wet hot clit. If he needed further proof of her willingness, it came when she reached out and unveiled his ready cock, then began to stroke it with trembling hands. Her fingers curled greedily around his bloated prick, moving sensuously up and down the rigid shaft, almost as if she worshipped his powerfully erect penis. He decided not to waste any more time. He yanked off his shorts, crawled eagerly between her soft white thighs, and jammed his creaming cock head into the red-hot dripping mouth of her nipping cunt. Instantly he felt dizzy with pleasure. She was hot as a blast furnace, soaking wet, yet wonderfully tight and clinging in her hungry little hole. Herman pushed home, thrusting into her till his swollen nuts rubbed her wriggling ass, and then he began to fuck her without restraint, fast and hard and deep. A remarkable transformation came over the repressed cold spinster.
"Oh, my God! YES!" she wailed, "yes, do it to me, Herman, fuck me... Oh, dear God, that feels so good... I need it so much... Ahhhhh, yesss... Harder, ball me harder... YESSSS!!!"
Herman was delighted. No woman had ever turned on to him like this before. All he'd had was paid whores who yawned during his performance, and it made him feel wonderful to have a woman who actually enjoyed his fucking and moaned her praise of his technique. He responded to Rona's lewd hoarse cries by giving her what she wanted, a furious brutal balling that made her squeal and whine with delight. She clung to him, kissing his face and clawing his shoulders, her hips working wildly in time with his strokes, her pussycream boiling around his pounding meat. For the first time in his life, Herman felt like a real man. He was grateful to Rona for this, and he actually felt happy for her when she began to cum. He held out as long as he could, making her cum again and again, but she made him too excited to last for more than a few minutes. With a shrill yelp of joy, he began to empty his cum into her, and she responded happily, opening her legs as wide as she could, welcoming the sizzling blasts.
Then it was all over, their lust spent, and Rona Brown and Herman Short stared at each other. Restored to their normal reticence, they suddenly found themselves acutely embarrassed. Blushing hotly, they sprang apart and hurriedly put on their clothes.
"Oh, wow, Miss Brown," said Herman, stammering in his shyness, "I don't know what to say. I apologize. I, uh, uhhh--"
"Oh, don't say anything," said Rona, bursting into tears of shame. "I feel AWFUL! I'll never live this down." She ran from his room, hiding her face. She had gone to him for help, and she'd behaved like a whore. Where could she go now?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lew went out Saturday morning and bought a dog. He didn't much like pets, especially in an apartment, but he figured the animal would distract his daughter and perhaps direct Trish's thoughts to something more normal for a girl her age. It was a ludicrous situation to be in, having a thirteen-year-old girl who couldn't keep her hands off him, but he had to do something about it. Things couldn't go on like this. He hoped the dog would occupy Trish's time and get her off his back.
The dog was a male, a German shepherd, which seemed to be the most popular breed with the kids. Lew bought an adult dog so he wouldn't have to bother with housebreaking a puppy. The animal, named 'Brute,' was very large and frightening-looking, but in fact gentle as a lamb. Brute sat quietly beside him in the car on the way home, and when they reached the parking lot, the dog obeyed his every command. Lew was well satisfied with his purchase. He took the dog around the back of the apartment complex and led him onto the patio, where Trish was reading a gossip magazine. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of Brute.
"Why, Daddy," she said, "there's a big dog following you."
"That's right," said Lew. "His name is Brute, and he's yours."
Trish squealed with delight and leaped out of the canvas chair. She ran to the dog and hugged and petted him, and Brute responded happily by licking her face. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "he's beautiful. Is he really mine?"
"Yes," said Lew, "all yours. You get to feed him and walk him and brush him, and," he added under his breath, "clean up his shit from the lawn." Lew was delighted with his purchase. Trish and Brute seemed to love each other on sight. Lew settled down with a cup of coffee and the morning paper, basking in the sun while girl and dog romped on the patio. Now perhaps he could get a little peace and quiet.
Not many minutes had passed, however, before Lew found his attention distracted from the newspaper by Trish's nubile figure in motion. As she ran back and forth playing with the dog, her tiny round tits bounced up and down, wriggling deliciously, and her little round ass churned and jiggled. She was wearing a very skimpy pair of shorts and a halter, leaving nothing to the imagination. Lew couldn't help undressing her with his eyes, remembering every sweet soft curve of her budding body, remembering especially how she was in bed--eager, wet, and willing. His flaccid cock stirred to life in his pants, slowly stiffening and swelling, and he found himself acutely horny.
"Goddamn it all to hell," he said.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" said Trish.
"Oh, nothing," said Lew. "Just something I read in the paper." Hell, he'd thought that he'd conquer his lust, once the girl stopped making the advances. Now he found that it just wasn't so. She didn't even have to touch him or make suggestive talk--he still wanted her, was still obsessed with her. What in God's name was he going to do? He just couldn't go on fucking his own kid.
"You worry too much, Daddy," said Trish, coming over to hug him. "You should relax more. Don't you get a vacation soon? Maybe we could go to the mountains, just the two of us, and get some peace and quiet."
"Sure, baby,". said Lew. Christ, that's all he needed, to be stuck in some remote cabin with Trish. He'd fuck her silly before the day was out. Already she was driving him wild. Hugging him affectionately, she was rubbing her hard little boobs against him, reminding him of her deliciously naked body in bed. His cock was getting stone-hard in his pants, his balls swelling and aching with need. "Trish," he said desperately, "I'm okay, really. Go play with Brute."
"We're tired," said Trish, sinking onto his lap. "It's a hot day."' Sure enough, her little body was hot and sweaty from her romp with the dog, and Brute had sought shade in a corner of the patio where he lay napping. Trish's cute little round ass dug teasingly into Lew's lap, stimulating his already aroused prick. "Why don't you go in and lie down, sweetheart?" he said nervously. "Get out of the sun."
"No, I want to be with you," said Trish, wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to kiss him. "You're such a nice Daddy. I'm so lucky. You brought me this wonderful dog. And you make me' feel so good... " As she spoke these last words, Trish illustrated her meaning by letting her hand slip into his crotch and suggestively caressing the long hard length of his prick. She giggled. "Why, Daddy! You've got a hard-on!"
"Oh, Christ," said Lew, sighing deeply. Not even the dog was going to distract this horny little chick from sex. Distraction wasn't the answer anyway, because Lew wanted her even when she wasn't bugging him. He knew he should push her off his lap, insist that she leave him alone, but he couldn't bear to let go of her. He needed her, craved her. Her tiny hand teasingly massaged his long hard prick, and he felt himself drifting into a mindless state of lust in which his conscience simply didn't operate. He found himself making excuses for what they were doing. They both wanted it, nobody had to know about it, no harm would be done... Sighing, he hugged the girl closer to him and slipped a hand up her halter to play with her cute little, newly budding tits. They were silky and hot in his hand, and Trish liked the sensation of having her sensitive little boobs fondled and squeezed. Lew felt a sudden moisture on his thigh and realized that the girl was creaming right through her shorts. It sure as hell didn't take her long to get aroused, and once she was horny, there was no stopping her till she was satisfied. Oh, well, he thought, what will be, will be... He decided to stop worrying about it. He went on squeezing her plump little tits, and with his other hand he reached for the zipper of her shorts...
Miss Rona Brown staggered out of Herman Short's room and into the elevator, riding up one flight to her ground floor apartment. She dashed from the elevator to her door, Herman's sticky hot cum running down her legs. Slamming the door behind her, she burst into tears of anguish and shame. She'd done it again--submitted to her evil lust, behaved like a slut, allowed a strange man to fuck her while she howled her encouragement. Why, why did she do these things? What was wrong with her?
One thing she knew for certain: Herman and Lew were right, she was a hypocrite. She put other people down for acting out their normal instincts while she pretended to be above all that. She scorned sex, while secretly yearning for it. Every night for twenty years she'd fingered her hungry pussy, frigged herself into powerful orgasms--but she got indignant when other people made love. She was a hypocrite, indeed--a liar, a fake. That must end. Even if she couldn't handle her own dilemma, she could at least keep her nose out of other people's business. She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. What right had she to butt into other people's lives?
The first thing she must do, she decided, was apologize to Lew and Trish Mason, and assure them that she'd never bother them again. She had to agree with Herman, whatever Lew had done to her, she deserved it. She might not approve of his way of life, but as long as Trish wasn't hurt by it, she had no business telling them what to do. She decided to go over to their apartment right away and make her apology.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, that feels so nice," said Trish, feverishly kissing him and rubbing his tented crotch harder and harder. Lew's busy fingers were inside her shorts, tickling and massaging her hungry little clit and the plump steamy folds of her sensitive labia. They were getting each other so horny and excited that they forgot they were on the patio, in full view of anyone who should happen to come around the fence. Lew Mason, muscular and silver-haired, panted and sweated in his chair as Trish massaged the grotesque bump of his long hard cock. His thirteen-year-old daughter squealed and sighed as his hand worked busily inside her unzipped shorts. A passerby might not have guessed that they were father and daughter, but he certainly would have noticed the great discrepancy in their ages.
Trish's shorts were so tight that Lew had trouble moving his hand inside them, and so he began to tug them off. Trish cooperated eagerly, raising her tight little ass and allowing him to slip the garment off over her feet. She wasn't wearing any panties. She seldom did, except when her Daddy insisted on it. Her halter came off even more quickly, and her tiny tangerine-size tits popped into view, wiggling and shaking enticingly, the nipples pink as strawberries. With the naked smiling little girl on his lap, mischievously rubbing his aroused meat, Lew could hardly control himself. He wanted to take her right there on the patio, but he decided to have a little more fun with her first. He wriggled his middle finger into the mushy little hole of her cunt and mischievously pumped it in and out like a tiny cock. Trish squealed with pleasure, and a scalding burst of cunt juice soaked his probing finger.
"Are you sore there?" he asked, remembering vividly how he'd torn her hymen last night with one brutal thrust of his cock.
"A little," said Trish, kissing him hotly. "But don't stop. I really dig that. Ooooo, yes... "
Lew snaked his thick finger a little deeper into her steamy wet, tight vagina, and the girl creamed furiously all around it and whimpered her intense pleasure. While he finger-fucked her horny little cunt, she began to fumble with the zipper of his pants, and presently she managed to lift out his grossly erect dribbling prick. It felt scalding hot and very hard to her touch, and when she allowed it to slip from her hand, it stood straight up from his lap, weaving heavily. Trish eyed it hungrily for a moment, then seized it again, pumping her small hand up and down its hot silky length. She loved to play with Daddy's huge prick, but somehow even her naughty finger play wasn't enough this morning. She felt saliva pooling in her mouth and realized that what she wanted was to lick his hot meat, to kiss and taste it. Grinning wickedly at him, she slipped from his lap and went to her knees beside his chair.
"It was sweet of you to buy me a dog, Daddy," she said. "Now I'm going to do something nice for you."
Lew watched blissfully as the pretty little girl lifted his heavy throbbing prick in her tiny hands and directed the creaming purple head to her mouth. Her little pink tongue shot out, and then he moaned with pleasure as it began to lap and swish around his slick, sensitive glans. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair to enjoy her naughty tongue play. He felt her wet tonguetip snaking swiftly up and down the long throbbing length of his cock, tickling into the wiry hairs at the base, snaking back up again to tickle and circle his purple meaty glans. Helpless cream dribbled from his glans slit, and Trish eagerly lapped up every drop of it, rolling it around on her tongue before she swallowed it. The more she licked him, the more he creamed, which was fine with her. She liked the strong salty taste of his juices.
They were so absorbed in this game, that they didn't see or hear Miss Rona Brown coming around the fence and stepping onto the patio. She glanced at them, looked again, and went beet red in the face. She stood there gawking at the sight, little Trish, hardly more than a child, on her knees beside her father, licking his grossly erect, dribbling prick in a hungry, slavish manner. Lew lay back in his chair, eyes closed, his rugged face twisted into a mask of unashamed hominess. The girl licked his penis loudly, wetly. It was the most lewd and disgusting thing Rona had ever seen in her life.
She'd come to apologize, to beg their forgiveness, but she quickly changed her mind. She could ignore a little nudity, some harmless play, and she was even willing to forget what she'd heard through the bedroom wall last night. After all, fucking was a normal thing, the standard act of sex. This cocksucking was too much, however. Rona knew that some evil people did things like that, applied their tongues and mouths to each other's genitals, but she considered it a wicked and vile practice. Certainly it was not the thing to teach a teenage girl, particularly one's own daughter. Rona glared at Lew Mason, considering the man a pervert, a vile beast. How could he teach his daughter such a nasty thing? It had to be stopped.
She was just about to march forward and seize the girl, when Lew happened to open his eyes and see her. "Oh, shit," he said to Trish, "guess who?"
Trish dropped his cock and whirled around to face Miss Rona Brown. The sour-faced spinster stood there with her fists clenched, her face pale and outraged. She tried to speak, stammering and sputtering. "Disgusting," she said, "outrageous... unspeakable... call police... sick... "
Lew fought to control his temper. Twice he'd punished this woman and made her swear never to bother them again, and yet here she was, spying on them, threatening to expose him. What would it take to shut her up? He wasn't a violent man, he didn't want to hurt her, and yet he wondered if that might be the answer. Somehow he had to get this busybody out of his life.
"All right, Miss Brown," he said coldly, "let's have it. What is it this time? I thought you promised to leave us alone."
"I did," said Rona, "and I meant it, but I never thought you'd go THIS far! You must be a very sick man, making a child perform a disgusting act like that. You aren't a fit parent. You ought to be locked up. You--"
"Oh, wow," said Trish, "just listen to her. You're the sickie, Miss Brown. You're nothing but a snoop, and you get your kicks from spying on other people. Why don't you just go fuck yourself? Why can't you leave us alone? Daddy isn't hurting me-YOU are!"
"You don't know what you're saying, poor child," said Rona, shaking her head. "I saw what you were doing, and it's filthy and evil."
"It is not," said Trish, "it's fun."
"It may very well be 'fun' to a warped mind," said Rona angrily, "but that doesn't make it normal or right."
"Oh, drop dead," said Lew. "What would YOU know about normal or right? You've probably never had a decent sexual relationship in your whole life. You don't know what love means. If two people love each other, then anything they do is normal, anything they want is right. If Trish likes to lick my cock, and if I enjoy it, then it's right for us--and it's none of your business."
Rona was shocked both by his frank language and his liberal attitude. "It's not normal," she said, "it's beastly. Only a pervert would think of a thing like that. No decent person could enjoy it."
"Oh, yeah?" said Lew, his eyes glinting dangerously. "We'll see about that."
Before the startled woman could move, he pounced on her, seizing her in his powerful arms and dragging her into a deck chair. "Get some rope," he told Trish, and the girl instantly obeyed. He kept his hand clapped over Rona's mouth so she couldn't scream. "No decent person could enjoy it, huh?" he said viciously. "Only a pervert? Well, Miss Brown, let's find out what kind of person you are."
Trish returned with the rope, and Lew bound Rona tightly in the chair. She struggled against her bonds but couldn't break free, and she began to cry. "Oh, please," she said, "don't humiliate me again."
"I'll keep on doing it till you learn to leave us alone," said Lew. He took off his clothes and stood before her naked and menacing, his long thick cock waving heavily before him. Rona eyed it as if it were a poisonous snake, knowing that somehow he was going to use it to shame and punish her. "I made a mistake before," he said. "I meant to teach you a lesson, but you enjoyed what I did to you. This time it'll be different. Open your mouth, bitch! We're going to see how YOU like the taste of cock."
"Oh! My God, NO!" said Rona, aghast.
Trish squealed with delight and clapped her hands. "Oh, Daddy, that's a great idea," she said. "I KNOW she won't like that. She'll never dare bother us again."
"That's what I'm hoping, baby," said Lew grimly. He advanced a little, till the huge purple head of his cock was only inches from Rona's quivering lips. A big white droplet of cream bubbled from his dark glans slit, and he leered and rubbed the wet cock head against her mouth, smearing his cream onto her thin lips. Rona gasped and turned her head away.
"Beast," she said, "pervert... "
"Hold her head, Trish," said Lew. "Don't let her move."
The angry girl got behind Rona and seized her head tightly, making her face Lew. "We won't take any more crap from you," she said. "Daddy's gonna make you suck his cock. That should teach you to mind your own business."
Rona sobbed desperately, but she couldn't move her head away from the great ugly cock that waved only inches from her face. She clamped her jaws shut as tight as she could, determined not to submit to this vile request. "Open up," said Lew. "Open your mouth, or I'll tell everyone in this building what I did to you. How I balled you, how you loved it."
Rona opened her mouth. Anything was better than having the world know about her sluttish behavior. She'd die of shame if anyone found out about that. "Good," Lew said grimly. "Now, just one more thing. If you bite me, I'll still tell everyone what you did, how you acted. I'll boast about it. Everybody'll know. So don't try it. You understand?"
Rona nodded miserably, tears of shame coursing down her face. She kept her mouth open, and Lew, winking at his daughter, poked the fat purple head of his big prick into the spinster's dry reluctant mouth. Rona gagged as she encountered the strong salty taste of his cream, gagged again as he pushed steadily inward till his dribbling dick nudged the back of her throat. His cock was so thick that her mouth felt thoroughly stuffed, her lips cruelly stretched. He managed to get almost all of it inside her mouth, and she felt his wiry balls tickling her chin. He smiled grimly at her, relishing the sight of the prim old maid with her lips tightly stretched around his thick meat, her mouth stuffed full of hot dick.
"Okay," he said, "start sucking it. Do a good job. I want you to suck it fast. You're gonna suck that meat till I cum in your mouth--and if you spit it out, I'll tell the world what you're REALLY like!"
Miserably Rona began to suck his cock. She'd never dreamed that she'd perform this vile act, and it horrified her to realize that she had a man's penis in her mouth, that she was actually sucking on it like some lewd women she'd read about. She couldn't stand Lew's sneering gaze, and so she closed her eyes as she worked. She didn't know how much time passed, but after a while something strange happened. She found that she was no longer gagging, no longer repulsed. To her horror, she was actually enjoying it.
She liked the full, slick stuffing of her mouth, enjoyed the naughty sensation of sucking that big silky sausage and tasting his steadily dribbling juices. Her mouth became wet with eager saliva, her pussy started to throb and cream with excitement. She began to like it so much that the saliva actually overflowed her mouth and dribbled down her chin, and her swift sucking became obscenely wet and noisy. Lew sensed her growing arousal, and he grinned triumphantly.
"I thought so," he said, "I thought you'd dig it. There isn't anything you don't like, if you'd only admit it. Too bad you have to play the stupid moralistic game of yours. Too bad you can't just let yourself go and enjoy... "
Rona was thinking the same thing. Why should her mind always be at war with her body? Why must she be so unhappy and guilty? She sucked faster and faster around the huge slick impalement of his hot thick meat, till she found herself gurgling with lust and actually trying to take his jerking cock into her throat. Lew groaned with pleasure as he felt his eager dick being gulped down her slick wet throat, and in another moment he was fully lodged, his big swollen nuts rubbing harshly against her chin. Rona felt as if he'd penetrated halfway to her belly, but it only excited her more. Her sucking got even more slurpy and loud, and she gurgled insanely as she mouthed his twitching hot meat. Trish watched in amazement as the older woman actually swallowed Daddy's peter. That was quite a feat, and obviously pleasing to Daddy. She resolved to try it the next time they were alone. Suddenly Lew yelped and began to jerk his hips with lightning speed, sharp pleasure wracking him as he began to climax. Trish saw Rona's throat muscles working powerfully as the old maid eagerly swallowed all of Daddy's cum.
"Eat it, baby," Lew panted, grinning wickedly, "it's good for you."
CHAPTER NINE
Rona flopped back in the chair, dizzy and gasping, as Lew stepped away from her, his limp prick slipping from her mouth. Absently she licked her lips, tasting the last droplets of his salty cum. As her dizziness faded, her shame and modesty returned. She could have wept with chagrin as she recalled her lewd performance, her greedy noisy sucking of his cock, the wicked way she'd gulped down his cum. Was there nothing she wouldn't stoop to in order to gratify her wicked lusts?
"Now what do you have to say, Miss Brown?" said Lew tauntingly. "Are you still going to put Trish down for sucking my cock? Still going to claim that no decent person could enjoy it?"
Rona blushed deeply and hung her head. She'd vowed not to be a hypocrite again, and so there was nothing she could say. She could hardly scold the girl for doing the same thing she herself had done. Lew laughed at her humiliation. "Okay," he said, "I think you get the picture. My little girl and I are going to have some fun now, and I don't want a word out of you. You're gonna watch, and you're gonna keep your mouth shut."
Trish eagerly ran to her father and began to pet his limp wet cock. Everytime he "punished" Miss Brown, she felt furiously jealous, wanting him to leave the older woman and do all those delicious things to her instead. She welcomed the chance to turn the tables on Miss Brown. The mean old spinster would have to watch while Trish had all the fun.
"Eat your heart out, Miss Brown," Trish said saucily.
That was exactly what Rona was doing. In spite of her shame, she was still acutely homy. Sucking Lew's big hot cock had been a lot of fun, but it hadn't satisfied the nagging need in her flooded pussy, and she yearned to be fucked. She watched miserably as Trish and Lew began to fondle each other, envying the pretty little girl. Only now, in her forty-fifth year, was she beginning to understand all the things she'd missed because of her puritanical attitude toward men and sex. She'd missed the warmth of love and marriage, the pleasure of children, and, above all, the joy of having a steady lover to meet all her sexual needs. She could have kicked herself for all those wasted years. She wondered if it was too late to change, to find a man of her own. That was what she needed. She wouldn't be doing all these perverse and shameful things if she had a steady lover to satisfy her. At her age, however, it wouldn't be easy to find a man. She wished she were as young and pretty as Trish. She simply couldn't compete with that sexy little girl...
Trish saw the misery and envy in Rona's eyes, and it delighted her, driving her on to new heights of mischief. She was careful to stand where Rona could see everything she did, and she glanced mockingly at the unhappy old maid while she naughtily caressed her father's limp rosy prick and tickled his big, shaggy testicles. Daddy belonged to her, not to that ugly old prune. To make her triumph complete, she wanted Lew to fuck her while Rona was forced to watch--but Daddy's cock was still flaccid and soft. He couldn't do the job like that. It was up to Trish to get him hard again, and she was eager to try.
"Hey," said Lew, laughing as Trish went to her knees before him, "what's going on? I can't even reach you from here."
"That's all right," said Trish. "You just relax, Daddy, while I play with your peter. I can do it much better than SHE can!" Trish looked at Rona and stuck out her tongue nastily. Then she seized Lew's long doughy prick and stuffed it into her mouth.
Lew and Rona both gawked at her. Rona was horrified by the girl's wicked behavior, and Lew was astonished that she could stuff all of his long prick into her little mouth. He was far from homy yet, having just cum with Rona, but it felt delicious to have his limp meat stuffed into her juicy, red-hot mouth. Her inner cheeks, her palate, her tongue, all felt slick and velvety against his sensitive shaft. He sighed blissfully and relaxed while Trish did all the work.
Trish was determined to outdo Rona's performance. She'd watched carefully and noted all the things the older woman did, and now she tried to do them better. She sucked faster, louder, and harder on Daddy's limp meat than Rona had done, and she forced more of it inside her mouth, even though the huge load threatened to split her lips and overflow her mouth. She sucked it in till his coarse-haired balls rubbed her chin and his wiry gray pubic hair tickled her nose. She opened her throat and swallowed half his flaccid length, gurgling excitedly as she did so. Anything Rona did, she could do better, and she intended to prove it to Daddy.
Lew yelped ecstatically as he felt his long limp prick drawn deep into her silky-hot throat. No doubt about it, the kid had a natural talent for cocksucking, a genius for foreplay. He envied the man who would someday be her husband, for Trish's skill could only increase as she got older. There would be a husband, of course, Lew had resigned himself to that. Trish would get tired of her father, especially as he got older and less attractive. Some day she'd meet a handsome sexy young guy and leave the nest. That was how it should be, and Lew approved. Until then, however, he intended to take advantage of his extraordinary little girl. As long as she wanted him, he'd sure as hell be available.
Trish's strong young throat muscles worked vigorously around his limp penis as she squeezed and tugged and sucked hotly at him, trying to arouse him. It didn't take long. Even though he'd just shot his load into Rona's throat, Lew was powerfully excited by Trish's wicked performance, and he felt his cock reawakening, twitching and swelling into another fierce and urgent erection. Trish's throat swelled, too, as his hard-on stuffed her full. Her lips stretched painfully, but she did not slacken her speed or decrease the vigor of her greedy sucking. She was determined to do better than Rona. Her little mouth and throat were stuffed so full of Daddy's mushrooming meat that she could hardly breathe, but she gamely sucked away, vowing not to be a quitter.
Lew noticed her distress, however, and he reluctantly withdrew his heavy, stiff cock from her mouth. "That was great, baby," he said, trying not to hurt her feelings, "but as long as we're at it, why don't we have a little variety? Do something different? " Trish was hurt that he hadn't cum in her mouth the way he did with Miss Brown, but it was a relief to get that gigantic prick out of her aching lips. She forced herself to smile bravely in spite of her failure. "Sure, Daddy," she said. "What would you like to do?"
Lew's cock felt so heavy, he wondered how it managed to stand. It swayed lumberingly before him, slick with Trish's spit, beginning to dribble little white bubbles of juice as he thought of all the delicious things he could do with the eager little girl. Impulsively he lifted her in his arms, high above his head, making her squeal and giggle. When he brought her down, he managed to wedge her hot little cunt mouth right onto the thick bulbous head of his cock, and Trish's giggles changed to little whimpers of lust. Lew eased her gently downward, his fat purple cock head slowly stuffing the wet little mouth of her cunt. She moaned and clung to him, and her scalding juices bathed the slick glans of his prick and trickled down his long hard shaft. Trish was so eager to be penetrated that she began to work her tiny hips up and down, seeking to impale herself more quickly on his gigantic rod.
"Oh, hurry, Daddy! Hurry," she called urgently. "Get it in. Do it to me... "
"Disgusting," said a cold voice. "Just like animals."
Lew and Trish turned to stare at Miss Rona Brown, who was straining against her bonds and glaring at them. Rona knew she should have kept still, but the sight was just too much for her to endure. Lew Mason actually impaling his naked, giggling little daughter on his huge prick, while they stood unashamed in the open air of the patio. It horrified her and, she confessed to herself, made her bitterly jealous. She couldn't stand to see them having all that fun, leaving her out. She couldn't resist the urge to interfere.
"Christ, haven't you had enough?" Lew said angrily. "Do I have to punish you again?"
"No amount of punishment will change my notions of wrong and right," said Rona. "You're committing incest with that child, and it's my duty to stop it."
"You can't stop a damned thing," said Lew. "All you can do is make trouble for yourself. And believe me, lady, you're in trouble. I've had about as much from you as I can take."
He set Trish down, much to the girl's disappointment, and charged toward Rona. His face was red with fury. "You're really gonna get it this time, bitch," he said. "This is something you definitely won't enjoy."
Rona was terrified, but she tried not to show it. Her lips trembled, but she faced him, pale and silent, as he glared down at her. Then he began untying the rope that bound her to the chair. Rona wondered what awful punishment he had in mind. Perhaps he was going to take her into the apartment, where no one could see or hear what he did to her... She trembled and bit her lip, trying not to cry. When Lew had the rope untied, he quickly retied it around her wrists, pinning her arms in back of her. He dragged her from her chair and forced her to her knees on the rough cement of the patio. Rona felt him touching her buttocks, and she lurched violently away from him, rolling over and over, vainly trying to make it to her own patio, though how she could escape, with her hands tied, she had no idea. Lew cursed and went after her.
"Trish," he said, "help me! Hold her still."
Trish was very reluctant to help. It looked like the same old story--Miss Brown being "punished" and enjoying it enormously, Daddy using all his skill and energy on the sour old maid instead of Trish. "Oh, why don't we just make her watch us, Daddy?" the girl said. "She hates that. That'd be a good punishment."
Lew shook his head. "No, Trish, I have to do this. This will involve far more pain than pleasure, believe me. It'll really teach her a lesson."
Trish was skeptical, but she obeyed her father, not wanting to anger him. She ran to Miss Brown, who was still clumsily trying to roll off the patio, and held her still, while Lew approached with a cruel grin on his face. "You won't be bothering us any more," he said, "not after this."
Rona was already wishing that she'd never bothered them at all. Why couldn't she have kept her mouth shut? She'd resolved not to butt into other people's business again, but after forty-five years of being a busybody, she hadn't found it easy. She'd made the mistake of speaking up again, and now this man was going to do something awful to her. Never had she seen him so angry. "Let's get her over on the towel," he said to Trish. "I don't want to skin my knees."
Rona still didn't understand what he meant to do with her, but she struggled violently as father and daughter dragged her to the big beach towel. "Let's get her clothes off," said Lew, and Rona had to endure the humiliation of being stripped naked by her captors.
Her huge white tits wobbled furiously as her clothes were dragged off, and her hair was loosened from its customary bun, cascading in heavy chestnut strands down her shoulders and back. Lew couldn't help admiring her lush body, but he was determined to show no sympathy, no pity. This woman had to be put in her place, otherwise he and Trish would know no peace.
"Get her on her hands and knees," he said to the girl.
Together he and Trish maneuvered the struggling older woman into a kneeling posture, her wide white buttocks sticking up in the air. "Now sit in front of her and hold her still," he told Trish. "Don't let her move."
Trish grimly took her place, digging her fingers sharply into Rona's soft shoulders. The two females locked eyes, and a look of utter hatred was exchanged between them. "Bitch," said Trish.
"Brat," said Rona.
"Shut up, both of you," said Lew. "This is no time for a fight."
He stood behind Rona, eyeing her wide pale buttocks, zeroing in on the small brown bumpy mouth of her anus. He'd never fucked a woman there before, though he'd often wanted to. His wife rejected the idea absolutely, and so did the occasional call girl he'd patronized. They all said it would hurt too much.
Well, that was exactly what he wanted, excruciating pain for Miss Brown. He could kill two birds with one stone, punishing Rona and gratifying his naughty longing to fuck a woman in the asshole. He was well satisfied with his plan. His cock was more than ready for the job, too. Interrupted just as he was about to ball Trish, he was urgently homy, his giant prick swollen to new fatness and length. In Rona's tight, tender untried asshole, it would feel like an iron rod.
He knelt down behind the trembling, sobbing woman and seized her wide hips to brace himself.
His voice was hoarse and cruel. "Okay, Miss Brown," he said, "let's see how you like this. You ever taken it in the ass?"
Rona gasped as she understood what he meant to do. "Oh, God, NO," she babbled, "please, not THAT!"
Lew placed the hugely swollen head of his hard cock against the wrinkled brown mouth of her anus. He laughed harshly. The hole looked far too small for his bloated meat, but he didn't care. He was going to get in, no matter how it hurt her. He took a deep breath, then shoved forward with all his strength. He felt tearing flesh, tremendous tightness, but he kept going, fueled by his rage.
Rona gave a piercing scream that echoed throughout the apartment complex.
Fortunately for Lew, very few people were home that morning, most of them having headed for a day at the beach. A few people heard Rona's anguished scream, but, typical city-dwellers, they decided that it wasn't their department, that they didn't want to get involved. The only person who responded was Herman Short.
Herman was on the fifth floor of the building fixing a toilet. The renters weren't at home. When he heard the scream, his first thought was that someone had fallen out of a window. He'd prefer to ignore the whole thing, but he was the manager and it was his job to deal with such things. He went to the window and looked out. He saw no one except the Masons, directly below and five stories down, sunbathing on their patio. He was used to the sight of the naked father and daughter and so not impressed, but he couldn't explain the scream.
Then he looked more closely and saw that there was a third person sandwiched between them, a struggling woman. She was beautifully built, and her body somehow looked familiar. Then it hit him--Miss Rona Brown. He peered sharply at the scene below. Unless his eyes were playing tricks on him, Mason was humping her. Jesus, was he raping her again? Herman, always interested in kinky sexual acts, just had to get a better look. To hell with the faulty toilet; he'd fix it later.
He raced out of the apartment and down to the second floor. The apartment just above the Masons' was vacant. Herman let himself in with his master key and quietly opened the front window. He leaned out and had a spectacular view of the Masons' patio. What he saw made him gasp.
It was Miss Brown, all right, and Mason wasn't balling her, he was cornholing her. No wonder the poor woman had screamed. Mason had a dick like an elephant's, and it must have hurt her terribly when he slammed it into her. Breathless with excitement, Herman leaned even farther out the window for a better view. He wasn't worried about being seen. Trish and Lew were utterly absorbed in what they were doing. Nor did Herman consider going to Rona's rescue. He felt that the vicious buggering was no more than she deserved. He grinned, licked his lips, and settled down to watch.
Lew hardly heard Rona's terrified scream, for from the first second he pushed into her, he was overcome with dizzying pleasure. It was an effort getting all of his thick, long dick into her virgin asshole, but at the same time it felt fantastic. Her rectum was tighter, hotter, and slicker than any cunt he'd ever entered, even Trish's. His bubbling cock juice made the passage slick and slippery, and he gradually eased into the depths of her bowels, grunting and pushing till he was fully lodged, his huge hairy testicles coming to rest against her wet vulva.
He sighed deeply. His hungry meat was deliciously gripped and squeezed by her tight rectal sheath, and the flesh around him was velvety soft and boiling hot. He wanted to take his time, to string out this fantastic experience as long as he could. He began to fuck her very slowly, in drawn-out deep strokes, panting and whining as he did so. He watched the thick pale blue-veined shaft of his cock moving slowly in and out of her grossly stretched brownie, and it seemed incredible to him that the tiny opening could expand to accommodate his great girth. It did, however, and he was just barely able to move in her snug hot hole.
Trish watched, utterly fascinated. She'd never heard of doing it that way, being fucked in the ass, and the idea really turned her on. She wanted Daddy to do it to her someday when she was older, for she'd noted Rona's piteous cry of pain and the brutal stretching of the woman's tight anal mouth. Trish wanted her little bumhole to go on growing awhile before admitting anything bigger than Daddy's finger, but some day, for sure, she'd try it out. She was glad it hurt Rona. Maybe this time the older woman, her rival, wouldn't get off on what Daddy was doing.
Rona meanwhile was staying quite still, not wanting to risk further tearing of her tiny anal mouth. The first pain had been awful, more than she could bear, but a merciful numbness was coming over her now, and she felt she could survive. It was the worst humiliation she'd ever known. To be stripped by her enemies, raped on their patio, was bad enough--but to have that beast thrust his penis into her rectum, doing this unspeakably wicked thing to her, was just too awful. If she got out of this alive, she vowed to move to another apartment, maybe even leave the city. She'd never be able to face the Masons again. She gasped for breath, horrified to feel Lew's mammoth dick reaming deep in her rectum. It was a dirty, vile, filthy thing to do...
Or was it? As Lew continued his slow deep ass-fucking, Rona was astonished to find it feeling better and better. There was the same delicious sense of penetration and stuffing that she got when he balled her cunt, only the feelings were even sharper and more exciting. The extreme tightness of her rectum increased the delicious friction between cock and sheath, and she felt her pussy beginning to respond, growing hot and creamy and pulsing. Her body began to flush with eager lust, and she began gently moving her hips in time to his strokes, wanting to take him in even deeper. Yes, she liked it, definitely liked it. Shame flooded her, but not strongly enough to quench her horny excitement. God help her, she even liked getting it in the ass...
Trish was the first to notice the subtle change coming over Miss Brown. The spinster's face had been twisted with pain and horror, but it was gradually relaxing into a little grin of lust. Rona's huge tits swelled up with arousal and didn't bounce so loosely. Her eyes rolled wildly, then fluttered shut, and she began to whimper and lick her lips. Trish knew the signs all too well by now. The hateful woman was getting off on it, damn her. Must she always have all the fun?
Lew wasn't aware of Rona's enjoyment until she began working her hips in time to his deep lunges and hoarsely voicing her pleasure. "Ohhh," she said, "yes, fuck my ass, yes... I like it... Ohhhh, it's good... " Before he could recover from his astonishment, she began to cum. He couldn't believe it, but it was happening right before his eyes. She wailed hoarsely and her lush body began to spasm. Hot cream gushed from her pussy to wet his jerking cock. Her rectum tightened around his buried meat, trapping it deep in her bowels, while she had her rippling powerful climax. No sooner was it over, than she started to cum again, but Lew wasn't going to give her that pleasure. He jerked his rigid dick out of her tiny asshole and leaped to his feet, shaking and angry.
"Jesus H. CHRIST," he snarled, "she even likes being buggered. I don't know, Trish, I think we're licked. There's no way to punish her."
"Oh, yes, there is, Daddy," Trish said sweetly. "I know the perfect thing to do."
CHAPTER TEN
Trish went to her father and whispered something to him, and though Rona strained to hear, she couldn't catch a word. She saw Lew starting to grin, and she seethed with frustration. She had to know what they were planning. Equally frustrated was Herman Short who, one story above, craned his neck and bent his ear, without success. He'd greatly enjoyed the preceding scene and was dying to know if there'd be an encore.
Herman had felt a little sorry for Miss Brown, after all, when Mason first began buggering her. The poor woman was in pain, that was obvious. Herman was even considering going to her rescue before she was seriously injured, but he changed his mind as he, too, detected her growing arousal and enjoyment. He stayed snugly at his spying post, kneeling at the window and watching intently as Mason's huge prick reamed Rona's tiny nipping asshole. When Rona came, wailing and gurgling her pleasure, he was surprised and impressed. She was a lot of woman, after all. He would never have guessed it after all these years of looking at her grim face and taking her haughty treatment, but under that cold spinsterish exterior there lived a total female, greedy for pleasure and capable of enjoying even the most kinky and far-out sexual acts.
Herman found that his dislike of Miss Brown was rapidly dissipating, replaced by keen lust and admiration. Why, she was like the girls of all his erotic fantasies, ever lusty, ready for anything. His one fuck with her had been great. He'd be a lucky man, indeed, if he could persuade her to do it again.
Herman's longing greatly increased as Trish and Lew approached her and rolled her over onto her back. In their frantic lovemaking in his basement apartment, he'd hardly had time to admire her body, but now he got a really good leisurely look. Stark naked and held immobile, Rona presented an enticing spectacle to Herman's hungry eyes. Jesus, what a figure--huge firm tits with lovely pink nipples, little nipped-in waist; wide, flowing hips and buttocks; good, long legs. She was as inviting as any of the girls on his posters, if a little older. He focused with a drooling leer on her fluffy little patch of chestnut mons hair. He'd like every so much to bury his face there, to excite her into homy frenzy, to ball her again and again... He sighed softly and watched as Mason took the coveted place between her legs. Herman wished desperately that it were him instead of Mason, but this was no time to butt in. Herman felt a sense of honor about not interrupting another guy in mid-fuck. He settled down to watch the next scene in the bizarre drama taking place below.
Rona was puzzled. She didn't know what Trish's whispered plans were all about, but surely they didn't expect to accomplish anything by having Lew ball her again. He was crawling between her legs, his long thick pale penis heavy and ready, and he was grinning lewdly. Rona didn't bother to try keeping her thighs together, Trish and Lew would only force them apart. Besides, she wanted it. She was too tired to fight them or to fight her own wicked lusts. She wanted Lew to fuck her, she would not resist. She'd had one delicious orgasm when he balled her in the ass, but it wasn't enough. After twenty years of bottling up her passions, one climax was just a drop in the bucket, a mere beginning to what she craved. She didn't care now what they thought of her, how they tried to shame her. All she could think of was cumming again and again, making up for all the foolishly wasted years of spinsterhood. She lay submissively on her back, ready for the powerful thrust of his thick erect dick.
To her great disappointment, Lew did not penetrate her. Instead he flopped down on his belly and buried his hot sweaty face in her chestnut pussy muff. She felt his steamy breath, then the delicious touch of his rough wet tongue on her sensitive little clit. Instantly she felt better. If he wasn't going to fuck her, this was the next best thing. A few moments of that delicious tonguing, and she could easily cum. She threw her long legs wide open, moaning with unashamed anticipation, and her vaginal mouth contracted sharply and spat out a hot load of lusty cream. She closed her eyes, giving herself up to the ecstasy of having her pussy eaten--and so she didn't see Lew briefly raise his head and wink at his daughter, nor did she see Trish's malicious grin.
Lew opened the plump furry lips of her mons and fully exposed the bright red twitching bud of her clit. The old girl was more than ready, he noticed. She was gurgling lustily, and her homy cunt mouth was pouring out floods of juice, her tiny red clit twitching greedily as it anticipated his tonguing. Good, that was just what he wanted. He dipped his head into her pungent mushy slit, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick her throbbing clit rapidly, roughly.
Lew chuckled to himself and tongued her quivering wet clit even faster and harder. Juice steamed from her quaking vaginal mouth to soak his chin, and when he pressed his lips down hard on her squirting clit and began to suck it, Rona uttered a piercing wail of delight. She was clawing the towel in her ecstasy, gurgling wetly, and her handsome face was distorted in a grimace of lust. Lew sucked her hot stiff clit till she was pumping her hips in frantic fucking motions and just on the verge of cumming. Then, to Rona's intense disappointment, he stopped. He lifted his mouth from her tasty little bud and saw that it was stiff and twitching, just like a tiny erect cock. She couldn't possibly have been more aroused. He nodded with satisfaction, while Rona writhed and whimpered beneath him. Then he moved on.
Rona was just about to scream with frustration, even to beg him for more, when she felt his moist breath on her pussy again. She wailed with joy as he returned to his expert pussy-eating. Maybe this time she could cum. He began to lick around and between the plump pink folds of her juicy pussylips, sending her into spasms of pleasure but not quite bringing her off. It felt delicious, his tongue snaking wetly into every hidden cranny, but, dammit, she needed more of it in order to climax. He planted his mouth on her again, sucking very loudly at her tender plump labia, and Rona wailed with delight. Her eyes tightly closed, she felt herself spinning dizzily toward orgasm, when again he maddeningly stopped just short of bringing her off. She groaned with frustration.
Again Lew quickly raised his head and winked at Trish, who was sitting nearby and hugging herself with glee. The plan was ingenious and going exactly as Trish had foretold. Then Lew bent his head a third time and breathed hotly onto Rona's naked slit, making her squeal and writhe with need. He stuck out his long rough tongue and used just the tip of it to tickle her streaming shadowed cunt mouth, just enough to excite her into another fit of lust. He began to inch his tongue into her mushy little cunt with maddening slowness, till the impatient woman slammed her pussy upward, trying to get his tongue all the way into her greedy vagina. Lew drew back a little, teaching her that her movements would accomplish nothing. Rona understood the cruel lesson and, sobbing with frustration, she lay back on the towel, limp and submissive. Lew inched his tongue just a little farther into her red-hot flooded vagina, and she thought she'd die of impatience. It felt great, but she needed deeper thrusts, greater speed, far more friction, if she was to cum. His thick rough tongue advanced perhaps another half inch into her starved cunt and then maddeningly stopped.
"Oh, God," whimpered Rona, "please, get it in farther... farther... I can't stand this... I want more... "
Lew thrust his big tongue deep into her hotly creaming vagina, almost to her womb, and Rona wailed with delight. That was the way she wanted it, deep and hard. He began to tongue-fuck her, driving his rough wet tongue swiftly in and out of her nipping wet hole, and she groaned loudly as she felt herself again quivering on the very edge of orgasm. Then suddenly he withdrew his tongue, leaving her seething cunt empty and cheated.
"Was that the way you wanted it?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Yes, YES, you sadistic bastard," said Rona, who had never used wicked language before. "Don't stop NOW, for God's sake!"
"Oh, sorry," Lew said blandly. "Maybe you'd like me to do this." He jammed his thick middle finger into her frantically creaming cunt and began to work it swiftly and noisily in and out. Rona gasped with delight and began pumping her wide hips, trying to get off on his pumping finger. He waited till she was beginning to squeal and whine at the very edge of climax, and then he popped his finger out of her wet clinging hole. She gawked at him, then burst into tears of frustration.
"Sorry, Miss Brown," he said cruelly, "but I'm not gonna bring you off. I'm gonna do it with Trish instead." He grasped his hugely erect pale prick and wagged it lewdly in front of Rona's stricken eyes. "This is for Trish," he said, "not you. But you can watch."
At last he'd found a punishment that really hurt. All those other times, he'd succeeded in humiliating her, but he'd also given her deep pleasure. This time there would be no pleasure, only an aching hominess which made poor Rona writhe and sob. She was ready to beg for his cock, to promise him anything, only she knew it would do no good. He wanted her to beg, but he wasn't going to satisfy her. It was the worst punishment he could have devised, and they all knew it. Weeping, Rona watched miserably as he rose from between her legs and held out his arms to Trish. The triumphant girl naughtily stuck out her tongue at poor Rona, then flew into her father's arms.
"Ball me, Daddy," she said eagerly. "Do it right in front of her, so she'll have to watch."
"That's exactly what I intend to do, sweetheart," said Lew, hugging her cute little naked body to him. He could hardly wait. After what seemed like hours of diddling and foreplay with the two naked women, he was so homy he wanted to scream. He lay down on his back, on the towel beside Rona's, and held out his arms to Trish, only Rona decided not to play the game. Stubbornly she rolled over, turning her back to them. Lew swore and got to his feet again.
"We'll have to tie her in place," he told Trish. "Get another piece of rope."
There were heavy wrought iron pieces of furniture on the patio, and these served as posts to anchor the ropes. Trish and Lew rolled Rona over onto her belly, her arms and legs spreadeagled from her body, and tied her firmly into place.
The helpless woman could not lower her head without smothering against the towel, nor could she look away without straining her neck. Tearfully she was forced to watch the scene on the next towel. Lew lay down on his back again, his giant cock standing straight up from his belly, so stiff now that it didn't even quiver. He grinned and held out his arms to Trish, who gleefully straddled him. The eager little girl wedged her creamy little cunt right onto the thick purple knob of his big drooling cock, then very slowly let herself down on it. Her blue eyes widened, and she made a lusty gurgling noise as her father's enormous thick penis slowly stuffed her hungry little hole. Rona watched in a torment of envy and lust as Lew Mason blissfully began to fuck his daughter.
That's going too far, thought Herman. Although he enjoyed hearing about just about any kind of kinky sex, he was no sadist and had no taste for cruelty. He thought it was pretty damned cruel of Mason to get Rona violently horny and then leave her unsatisfied, twisting the knife by fucking the girl right in front of her. He didn't care what Rona had done, and he knew she could be a pain in the ass, but this was unnecessarily cruel. He felt like going to her rescue, and he was just about to get to his feet when something else caught his attention. He hadn't noticed before, but in a shadowed corner of the patio a big German shepherd had been sleeping. He didn't see the dog till it stirred and wakened. He watched the huge furry creature sniff the air sharply, get to its feet, and pad silently toward Rona. Herman watched intently. What the hell was that dog going to do?
Brute walked so quietly that Rona didn't hear him, nor could she have seen him, since he came from behind her. She didn't even know the Masons had a dog. Trish and Lew were yelping and squealing with pleasure in the frenzy of their hot humping, and they didn't notice the dog, either. Brute stepped carefully between Rona's outstretched legs, being certain not to walk on her, then stopped and contemplated her plump round buttocks. His long red canine tongue lolled out, wet and dripping, and he sniffed the air sharply.
He had been wakened from his nap by a scent that excited him greatly. It was the smell of sex, of animal rutting, though not quite the odor he was used to in his encounters with female dogs. It was close enough, however, to bring him to his feet, to make the hair rise on his back, and to move him to seek the source of the enticing smell. He didn't have far to search. The strong sexual scent came from the human female who lay on her belly facing the rutting couple.
Brute sniffed intently as he stood between her legs, just to make sure. He'd been taught not to annoy human beings, and he didn't want to get into trouble. The smell was very strong, however, and it overcame all his obedience training. He had to go for the source. Sniffing eagerly, he followed the scent and traced it to the red wet tissues between the woman's legs. He hesitated a moment, knowing that he was about to do something naughty, but he couldn't resist. Whining softly, he sank down onto his belly and poked his wet nose into the mushy plump flesh of Rona's exposed pussy.
Rona gasped sharply at the cold touch between her legs, but Trish and Lew were making so much noise that they didn't hear her. She twisted her head to see what was touching her, but she couldn't move very far without intense pain, and so she failed to see what it was. She remained alert and nervous, trying to guess from touch just what was invading her pussy. The cold hard thing butted her labia again, then withdrew. It was replaced by something wet and hot and rough, something alive and quivering that snaked deliciously through the intricate pink folds of her labia and made her shiver with keen pleasure. She realized that someone was licking her pussy, but who? Why? Was it another of Lew's dirty tricks? Could he have recruited a friend to assist in her humiliation? Frankly, Rona didn't care. Whoever he was, he was an expert pussy-eater, and he was turning her on powerfully. She didn't care what anybody thought--she was going to enjoy this. She kept her eyes fixed on Lew and Trish, as the ecstatic little girl bounced up and down on her father's stiff wet prick, but Rona really wasn't seeing anything. She was conscious only of the skillful tongue that swished and licked deliciously through every hungry fold and cranny of her hotly creaming pussy.
Brute quickly lost his timidity when he found that the woman wasn't going to punish him or push him away. She held quite still as he sniffed her genitals and then began to lick up the sticky hot cream which was the source of that enticing scent. He settled down happily, drooling and panting, using his long red doggy tongue to lap up every drop of her fragrant juice. The taste and odor got him very excited, and although it was not identical to a bitch in heat, it was close enough to arouse his oldest and most powerful instinct, the urge to mate. As he licked hungrily in her steamy snatch, his big doggy cock began to emerge from the thick fur of his belly, enormously long and hard and thick. It bloomed slowly into full erection, rubbing impatiently against the towel, while Brute went on licking. He felt the urge to mount and fuck, but the woman wasn't in the right position. He would not carry his desire into action until he was triggered by the right signal, until she raised her buttocks high in the air like a receptive bitch. Brute whined softly, wishing the woman would assume the desired posture. He courted her with his tongue, licking roughly and swiftly over her stiff little clit, through the slick pungent folds of her labia, into the wet creaming mouth of her cunt. Regular blasts of hot delicious cream greeted his eager tonguing, but still the woman did not invite him to mount her. He wagged his tail and whined, but there was no response. Patiently the big dog extended his long wet red tongue farther into her nipping hot cunt...
Herman was leaning so far out the window that he was in danger of falling, but he was completely oblivious of his peril. He was so excited that he hardly breathed. What a show it was, better than his wildest erotic fantasies. He had an excellent view of that naughty little girl humping her father, her cute little tits bouncing wildly as she worked her wet little pussy all around Lew's mammoth, hard dick. He could see Lew's homy grin, and he envied the sonofabitch with all his heart. Even more interesting, however, was the scene between Rona and the dog. Rona obviously couldn't see what was happening between her legs, and Herman was sure she didn't have the faintest idea that it was a German shepherd, an animal, furiously licking her pussy. She was simply enjoying it, her body flushed and mottled with arousal, her hips slowly undulating in a horny motion. The dog was reaming her cunt with his long red tongue, wagging his tail madly and having a ball. Herman couldn't help grinning. He bet Rona Brown would crap herself if she found out she was getting turned on by a dog. As far as Herman could tell, the dog had no intention of harming her, however, so he decided just to stay where he was and dig the scene. It was better than any X-rated movie he'd watched. He just wished he could be part of it. He was getting homy as hell watching all this kinky stuff, and his cock was ballooning into fierce erection in the tight captivity of his shorts. He rubbed it absently, never taking his eyes off the scene below. He peered more intently as Trish suddenly gave a piercing squeal and began to cum.
Lew watched his pretty little daughter as her childish face twisted in violent sensual pleasure. Her tight little cunt gripped his meat very hard, squeezing and milking him, and he saw her thick cream spurting out to run down his shaft in hot rivers. She shrieked her pleasure without shame, cumming for almost a full minute, and by the end of that time he couldn't hold out any longer. He groaned hoarsely, closed his eyes, and let his cum sizzle into her tiny womb.
Then Trish was shaking him, forcing him to sit up. He opened his eyes and saw a malicious grin on her face. She pointed toward Rona and said gleefully, "Daddy, LOOK!"
He looked, and what he saw made him grin, too. Miss Rona Brown wasn't aware of it, but she was about to get balled by a German shepherd.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trish, Lew, and Herman Short could all see that the big German shepherd, Brute, was in a frantic state of arousal. Only Rona couldn't see what was happening, although she could certainly feel it. She assumed that Lew had talked some friend into joining the scene, to further her degradation, but she refused to feel ashamed. That long, rough, busy tongue of his felt fantastic, and she proposed to enjoy it. Therefore, when Trish and Lew began laughing at her, she paid no attention. She couldn't see what they saw: Brute, shaking with lust, rising to his feet as he licked her, his long gleaming doggie cock hanging stiff and heavy from his furry belly.
The dog continued to lick at her rosy wet slit, but he was becoming more and more impatient. He wanted the woman to rise into a receptive posture, her buttocks high in the air, so he could mount her, but Rona, held by her bonds, remained flat on her face. Lew saw what the problem was, and he gave Trish a quick, questioning look. She grinned and nodded her tousled blonde head vigorously, telling him that she, too, wanted to see the dog make it with Miss Brown. It would be a fitting punishment for the nosy old spinster.
Lew walked behind Ron a and began to untie her ankles. "Well, it's about time," Rona said indignantly. "You've tried everything to humiliate me, but you haven't succeeded. You might as well let me go."
"Uh-huh," Lew said.
He finished untying her ankles, and Rona started to crawl to her knees. As she did so, she raised her wide, white buttocks into the air, and Brute stiffened and eyed her carefully. This was it, the receptive bitchlike position he'd been waiting for. With a hungry growl he threw himself onto her back, clinging tightly to her with his furry forearms, and began to jab his enormous canine prick into the tender wet tissues of her exposed pussy, seeking entrance to her body.
"WHAT?" shrieked Rona.
She couldn't figure out what was happening. Someone had grabbed her in a tight embrace, but who? He was furry all over. His cock seemed extraordinarily hard. She writhed impatiently while Lew cut the ropes that held her wrists, and when she was completely free, she whirled around for a look. She found herself staring right into the panting grinning face of an enormous dog.
"Ooooo, NO," said Rona, horror-stricken.
Lew and Trish laughed gleefully. It was sweet revenge for them to see the shock on Rona's face when she realized that all that good pussy-eating was the work of a dog. Rona stared helplessly for a moment, then screamed and tried to crawl away from Brute, who was still clinging tightly to her and trying desperately to lodge his enormous wet doggy cock in her vagina. "Oh, my God," she said, "not this! Don't let him do this, please! Get him OFF me
" Instead Lew walked over and held Rona still for the dog. "I wouldn't miss this scene for anything," he said grimly. "This'll pay us back for all the shit you've been laying on us, lady. I just wish I had a camera."
Trish came over to assist, helping to hold the weeping woman in place for the homy dog. Like her father, she was grimly determined. "We're witnesses," she said. "If you ever bother us again, we'll tell everybody that we watched you doing it with Brute." She dug her little fingers cruelly into Rona's shoulders.
"I won't bother you again," Rona said desperately. "I promise. Please, let me go. Don't let this awful thing happen...
The dog's brutally thick penis was hammering nearer and nearer the mark. Rona almost fainted with horror as she thought of taking a canine penis inside her body. She'd never live it down, she'd have to change her name, leave this city... She prayed for someone to come along and stop the nightmare, but no one appeared. Trish and Lew grimly held her down while Brute, drooling and whimpering, worked feverishly to penetrate her. She was able to twitch her hips just a little, and in this way she managed to avoid being impaled on that brutal long weapon, but she knew her strength wouldn't last long. If no one came to her rescue, the dog would have her.
Leaning precariously out of the second floor window, Herman Short thought of coming to Rona's rescue. The poor woman was obviously horrified to discover that her "lover" of the past few minutes was a dog. Herman could see Brute's enormous wet prick also, and it looked far too big for Miss Brown's vagina--for any woman's, for that matter. Should he step in and end this bizarre orgy on the Masons' patio?
He was most reluctant to do so. He hadn't been so well entertained in years, and it was far better than any of his erotic fantasies. His aroused cock fought the confinement of his pants and responded gratefully to his fevered rubbing. A woman making it with a dog; he'd read about such things but had never seen it. He found it difficult to pass up this rare chance to watch. He decided to stay put. If Rona showed signs of being in pain, it would only take him a few seconds to get down there. Meanwhile he was going to have his kicks. Who knows, she might even enjoy taking on that dog. She'd enjoyed everything else... Herman hummed happily to himself as he watched the nearer and nearer approach of Brute's gigantic dog-cock to Rona's quivering little vaginal mouth. By God, if she got off on this, she really would be the girl of his dreams.
Trish gawked at the size of the dog's long, stiff gleaming prick. It was much thicker and longer than Daddy's, and she began to wonder if it would even fit into Miss Brown's mature cunt. She wanted to shame the older woman but not to hurt her. She looked questioningly at her father. "Daddy," she said, "are you sure it won't hurt her? It looks so big... "
Her words only increased Rona's terror, and the older woman struggled violently to get away, but Lew held her firm. "Don't worry about it," he told Trish. "She deserves everything she gets... "
"But, Daddy... "
Just then the struggling panting Brute finally found the mark. With a shrill yelp of joy he at last wedged the thick moist head of his huge doggy penis into the quaking mouth of Rona's resisting cunt. Brute shivered and clung to her even tighter, working his hips furiously, driving his thick hot meat steadily into her tiny passage. Rona screamed and screamed. She felt she couldn't possibly take in anything that big, that it would surely tear her. Even Lew was getting a little worried. Herman Short, after hearing Rona's first horror-filled screams, had leaped up from his spying post and made for the stairs. Much as he wanted to watch, he could not let Rona get hurt.
Just as he was about to drag the furiously rutting animal off her, Lew heard a new note to Rona's frantic outcries. "Ohhhh!" she wailed, "ooooo... AHHHHHH... " The tone wasn't frightened any more, it was husky and wondering. Lew saw about half the great length of Brute's canine cock buried in Rona's tiny stretched hole, and then he grinned as he watched her boiling pussy juices squirting out to bathe the big dark rod. He wouldn't have believed it, but Miss Brown was getting aroused even by THIS! He gently drew Trish away. They went to sit near by, their restraint no longer needed. Rona kept her place, swaying dizzily on her hands and knees while the big furry dog drove his way into her, a look of homy wonder on her face.
Rona wouldn't have believed it, either. She'd have been shocked and mortified if anyone had ever told her that someday she'd fuck a dog and like it. Even as Brute made his initial hard hot thrusts, she'd been sure it wouldn't feel good. But as he worked his way into her, panting and whimpering and drooling hotly onto her naked back, she began to enjoy the massive stuffing, the incredible thickness. All those long homy years alone, she'd fantasized a cock like this, longer and thicker and harder than real life. At last she was getting it. It might threaten to tear her vaginal walls, to dislodge her womb, but she loved its very brutality. Never again in her life would she get balled like this, and she knew it. She forgot everything around her and concentrated on the fantastic sensations of having her hungry little cunt reamed and stuffed by the biggest cock in the world. She wailed blissfully and creamed hot steamy floods all around the panting animal's thundering prick.
Meanwhile Herman Short came panting down the stairs, out the back door, and around the Masons' fence. He stopped still and gawked, unseen by anyone. Trish and Lew were sitting a few feet away from Rona and the dog, calmly watching. Rona wasn't being held down anymore, and she wasn't screaming. She kept her kneeling posture voluntarily, her lovely big ass held high, as the furry monster clung to her and jerked his hips in frantic bliss. The dog was giving it to her, all right. Herman could see the hugely thick cock zipping in and out of her tiny hole, wet and shining with her juices. But Rona was no longer afraid. Her handsome face was a mask of sensual pleasure, and she gurgled lustily in her throat, as she received the big dog's jerking thrusts. She liked it. Jesus Christ, she liked it.
There was a thick hedge at the edge of the patio, and Herman quickly slipped behind it before anyone saw him. Parting the leaves, he found a good view of the scene, and he settled down to watch open-mouthed, his pudgy hand furtively caressing his stiff eager cock. Watching Rona take it from that dog aroused him incredibly. Her big lush body shook and jerked in perfect time to the dog's busy strokes, and her enormous tits, stiff and pointed with lust, swayed heavily back and forth beneath her, the coffee-brown nipples almost grazing the ground. Her thick chestnut hair bounced and waved around her, making her much prettier than when she wore it primly tied back. Herman watched her hot rolling eyes, her flashing white teeth, her crazily lolling tongue, her incredible receptivity to all forms of sensual pleasure, and he thought, That's for me. She was the kind of woman he'd always wanted, ready for anything...
"Ahhh, God, YES," wailed Rona, completely oblivious to her audience. "Yes, so good, AAAHHH
" Brute was fucking her into a frenzy, harder and deeper and faster than she'd ever been balled in her life. In that relentless savage fucking, she felt at last that she was making up for the wasted years. Never again would she be a silly prude, never again would she avoid sex. It was stupid to miss out on life's greatest pleasure. Under the big German shepherd's furious thrusts, Miss Rona Brown underwent a transformation that was to change her life.
Trish huddled against her father, awed and impressed by Rona's performance. The girl felt she had a long way to go before she could be that sexy, before she was ready for every kinky sexual variation in the book. Trish's little hand crept into her father's lap and onto his limp warm cock. She began to stroke it mischievously, hoping to get his attention, but Lew was completely absorbed in watching Rona and the dog. The scene was exciting him beyond belief. Rona was one woman in a million, but, fool that he was, he hadn't recognized it till now. He'd give anything to have a mistress like her, completely responsive and ready to try anything. He desperately wished that he hadn't been so hard on her, so cruel and insulting. Perhaps it wasn't too late. When this was over, he'd try to make amends.
"Daddy," said Trish, "I want you."
Her little hand was squeezing his semi-hard meat insistently, and at any other time he would have been flattered and aroused by it. Now, however, it was an unwelcome distraction. He grunted his reply without even looking at her. His eyes remained glued to Rona's handsome abandoned face, his ears glued to her husky hoarse cries of pleasure. Again Trish's small hand squeezed and pumped his dick, but he hardly noticed. Trish was growing desperate. She dipped her head into his lap and began to suck on his long, doughy cock, stuffing as much as she could into her hot wet little mouth. She felt terribly jealous of Rona. She would turn Daddy's attention to herself if it was the last thing she did.
Lew reached out absently and patted Trish on the head. She was doing something nice to him, but he just couldn't be bothered to look. It was far more exciting to watch Rona, whose rolling eyes and shrill cries signified her nearness to a powerful orgasm. Brute wasn't going to hold out much longer, either. In typical canine fashion, he wasn't wasting any time on refinements, just humping her like crazy till he came. The act was loud, and getting more obscenely noisy all the time, Brute's gigantic thick cock thoroughly reaming Rona's mushy little hole, so that her juices spewed out with every monstrous thrust, making a loud slurpy, squishy sound.
Suddenly Rona's lush mature body stiffened and arched, her eyes rolled wildly, and then she began to quiver and shake in the spasms of cumming. She began to wail her pleasure, her voice shrill and loud. "Ahhhh, yes, YES, doggy!" she shrieked, "so good, making me cum, AAAGGGHHH!!!"
Lew almost came just watching her, and in his hiding place behind the shrub, Herman Short almost jacked himself off. Both men wanted to drag the dog out of the way and hump Rona, but Brute wasn't finished yet. His long red tongue lolled out wetly, dripping hot saliva onto Rona's back, his tail wagged like crazy, and he panted and whined loudly as he continued to dig his hungry dog-cock deep into her red-hot clinging sheath. Rona came ecstatically, again and again.
Meanwhile Trish was desperately trying to get her father's attention. She sucked on his semi-hard dick as fast and forcefully as she could, actually taking it into her throat in order to manage his full length. She squeezed and tickled his great coarse-haired balls, and her mischievous little fingers tickled back between his legs to circle and rim his bumpy anal mouth. She did every delicious thing she knew, and still Daddy sat there gawking at Rona and the dog, hardly even aware of Trish's presence. It was maddening. She kept up her naughty play with his cock, nuts, and asshole, hoping to arouse him, although she sensed that she could never compete with a show like Rona and Brute. Then it struck her, Daddy was fascinated not so much by Rona, but by Rona making it with a dog. If Trish were to take on the dog, then Daddy would watch her instead.
Trish leaped up, Lew's wet semi-rigid dick popping from her mouth, and raced over to where Brute was whining and violently humping Rona, now in the writhing spasms of her third climax. Roughly Trish pushed the older woman out of the way, sending her sprawling, and Brute's gigantic wet canine penis popped from her flooded cunt, waving menacingly from his furry belly. The dog whined with frustration. Trish eyed his huge dick, and for a moment her courage failed her. How in the world could she take that monstrous prick into her tiny vagina?
"Trish, goddamn it," said Lew, "you spoiled the show."
Her father's anger spurred her on. "Oh, no I didn't, Daddy," she said. "You just watch!"
Bravely Trish scrambled into Rona's vacated place, raising her tiny ass for the panting dog to skewer with his enormous stiff prick. Lew gasped and. started to get up, not believing that his little girl could take in that huge dog cock and survive. It was too late. Trish squealed shrilly as Brute, finding himself a mate again, plunged his dripping erect organ into the tiny wet mouth of her cunt. The big dog shivered happily and resumed his heavy humping with lightning speed and unrelenting force, digging his monstrous dick deep into her red-hot little hole.
"Oh, my God, Trish," said Lew, "that's crazy. Are you all right?"
Trish could hardly speak for a moment, her tiny pussy was so full of throbbing plunging dog-prick, but at last she managed to say breathlessly, "It's all right, Daddy. I like it. Ooooo, yesss... I like it
" She wasn't kidding. Brute might be just a little big for her, but he sure knew how to fuck. Even Daddy couldn't do it that fast, creating so much hot dizzy friction that she couldn't help screaming with pleasure. Her young pussy expanded gratefully to accommodate the massive invasion, and her juices boiled hotly around the dog's thundering cock. Though she was very young and inexperienced, Trish knew instinctively that no man would ever ball her like this. She squealed with delight and raised her little pale ass higher, taking in as much of Brute's gigantic dong as she could. It sure wasn't going to take her long to cum...
Meanwhile her audience were undergoing very different reactions. Lew felt shocked and sad as he watched his innocent-looking little girl humping happily with the enormous German shepherd. She was only thirteen, she'd just lost her virginity, and already she wanted to get it on with a dog. He had to admit that his daughter was growing up much too fast. He lusted for her, he wanted very much to keep her as a built-in mistress, but he knew the time had come for them to part, at least temporarily. He was a bad influence on her, and she needed a wiser and firmer hand than his. He knew of a convent in the northern part of the state that ran a very strict and moral school for girls. He would enroll Trish there on Monday. Sorry to do this to you, baby, he thought, but it's for your own good. While she was away at the school, maybe he could get his head straightened out. He owed it to her and to himself.
Behind his protective shrub, Herman Short was getting increasingly homy. It really turned him on to see that cute little girl forcing her way into the scene, pushing Rona aside, and offering up her tiny little ass for the dog to hump. The kid was practically buried under the dog's furry weight, but she didn't seem the least bit frightened. That was some gutsy kid, all right, and incredibly lusty for a thirteen-year-old. Her childish face was contorted with sensual pleasure, her little hips jerked wildly in time to the dog's deep thrusts. It was far out, better than any fantasy he could have devised. He just wished he weren't so damned shy. He wanted to be part of that scene, to jump in there and get into the action. He cursed his retiring nature and wistfully pumped his erect prick.
Rona was furious. She could have cum at least a dozen times if the brat hadn't pushed her aside. She lay not far away, glaring at Trish as the ecstatic girl wriggled her homy little pussy all around Brute's furiously jerking cock. Rona debated what to do. She was just about to get up and drag Trish away from the dog, to resume her rightful place, when Brute gave a shrill wail and began to cum. Trish was to be cheated of her climax, then. Rona couldn't help grinning.
The happy dog pumped load after sizzling load of hot dog-jism into Trish's tight little hole, overflowing it so that his thick juice squirted out and gushed down her thighs. It took Trish a moment to realize what was happening, and then she moaned with frustration. She'd been so close to cumming, but Brute hadn't held out. He shot his load, then briskly jumped off her, wagging his tail gratefully and retiring to a comer of the patio. He licked himself clean, then fell into a well-deserved sleep.
"Shit," said Trish.
"Now, honey," said Lew, who couldn't help chuckling, "even Brute isn't Superman. He held out as long as he could."
Trish glanced balefully at the sleeping dog. "He could have lasted just another minute," she said, pouting. "I was so close... " She twitched her hot little buttocks in homy impatience, close to tears of frustration. "Oh, Daddy, I was so close."
"Well, don't cry," said Lew. "I'll help you out." Watching the two women with the dog had turned him on powerfully. He could hardly believe it, after a day like this one, but he had another aching hard-on, he was ready to go again. He grinned and crawled over to Trish. The unhappy girl was still kneeling where the dog had left her, shivering with lust and helpless to do anything about it. Lew crawled around behind her, seized her plump little buttocks, and nosed into her wet fragrant pussy. He stuck out his tongue and used the stiff tip to tickle and circle her ripe little clit. Trish squealed with surprise and delight.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she said, "eat my pussy... Oh, yesss... That feels great, don't stop... " There was an obscene slurping noise as Lew began to tongue and lick and suck his daughter's red-hot, drenched little slit. His grey head all but disappeared between her slim thighs, and Trish gave loud shrill squeals of bliss as he diligently tongued her fragrant wet pussy. Rona felt her anger and jealousy returning. First the kid robbed her of the dog's attentions, and now she was monopolizing Lew. Rona didn't intend to be left out. Her big hot tits swinging heavily beneath her, she crawled over behind Lew and stuck her face right into his crotch. He gave a hoarse moan of delight as he felt her hot rough tongue tickling over his anus, his hairy nuts, his shivering hard cock. She licked and lapped him hungrily, her slick tongue wriggling into' every moist dark cranny, her wicked licking exciting him to even greater lust.
"Yeah, baby, eat me," he said hoarsely. "Fantastic. Yeah, that's good... Ahhhh, YEAH
" Rona renewed her efforts, digging the hot little tip of her tongue right into his pungent tight anal mouth. Lew yelped with delight. She hoped to distract him from that bratty little girl, get him to drop Trish and make love to her instead. She thrust her long wet tongue ever deeper into his tight tasty rectum, reaming and licking him clean. The new Rona was not ashamed. She was hungry for pleasure and willing to do anything to get it.
Herman Short watched miserably from his hiding place. It was exciting to see this chain of naked human beings, linked by tongues and assholes, but it also made him feel very left out and frustrated. He looked at Lew Mason, happily sandwiched between two beautiful females, and he envied him with all his heart. Why couldn't he be like that, bold and handsome and successful with girls? Was his accursed shyness going to ruin his life?
Herman decided not. By God, life was too short for holding back. He was going to start to live.
Quickly he stripped off his clothes, his erect prick popping out of his shorts, long and thick and drooling eager juices. Quietly he crawled over behind the moaning trio, coming up in back of Rona and hungrily eyeing her wet scarlet pussy. He seized his famished cock and jammed it roughly into her quaking wet pussy, and Rona shrieked with surprise. Everyone whirled to stare at the plump little apartment manager who, naked and grinning, had just joined the party.
"Hi, there," said Herman, "may I cut in?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Oh, Jesus," said Lew. He'd forgotten all about being seen or heard out on the patio, but of course it had to happen. They were right out in the open, for chrissake, howling and gasping, nakedly rutting. It was a hard thing not to notice. And, of all the people to happen along, the apartment manager himself! They were really in for it.
"Uh, look, Mr. Short," Lew said lamely, "I know what this looks like, but, believe me, it's not that way at all."
Herman sighed happily, his fat hungry cock firmly lodged in Rona's red-hot clinging cunt. "Oh?" he said. "It's not? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I seem to see three naked people eating each other. Perhaps I'm mistaken, however. You could be playing tennis or writing a great novel. I'm open to explanations."
"Well, uh, of course it LOOKS bad," said Lew, beginning to sweat, "but I can explain." He stopped and went silent. How the hell could he explain a thing like this? Jesus, it was bad. He'd lose his job, probably be evicted.
"Oh, don't lie about it," Rona said firmly. Herman's wonderfully fat prick, deep in her hungry vagina, made it difficult for her to concentrate on what she was saying, but she managed to go on. "It's exactly as you see, Mr. Short," she said. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Please, don't tell anyone," Trish said tearfully. "Please, Mr. Short, we weren't hurting anybody. We were just having fun."
"Fun?" said Herman. "I've been watching for quite some time, and it may have been fun for you and your father, but it wasn't much fun for Miss Brown. You subjected her to all kinds of painful and humiliating things. That's a pretty sick notion of fun."
Lew turned red. "You're right," he said. "It was all my idea. I've been a pretty poor example to my daughter, but I intend to change that. Believe me, Mr. Short, I'll handle the situation properly. I'm just asking you to keep this to yourself."
"Very well," said Herman, "I'll keep quiet about it this time. You'd better have a talk with your daughter, though, right away. Meanwhile I'm going to have a talk with Miss Brown."
Herman rose to his feet, feeling masterful and bold. He held out a hand to Rona, who meekly took it, and he led her around the fence to her own patio and inside her apartment. Rona hung her head, expecting the worst. She'd be evicted, her boss would find out about her disgraceful behavior... Herman stopped in the living room and turned to face her, hands on hips, his face stern.
"Well, Miss Brown," he said, "what do you have to say for yourself?"
Meanwhile Lew was explaining to Trish that she had to go away to the convent school. The girl listened gravely and did not protest. "I guess you know best, Daddy," she said when he was finished. "I'll go. But could you do one last thing for me?"
"Sure, sweetheart," said Lew. "Anything you want."
Trish's face assumed an impish grin. "Let me sleep in your bed tonight," she said.
Lew started to scold her, then burst out laughing. The kid was incorrigible, a complete hellion. She'd probably turn that convent inside-out in a week. There was nothing he could do to change her, however, and so he might as well dig it. "Come here, brat," he said, laughing and holding out his arms to her.
Trish giggled and let him pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. They lay down together, and she began to caress his big stiff prick. Lew shivered happily. He reached between her slim thighs and found her little pussy wet and plump and blazing hot. He decided to fuck her all night as a goodbye present. He was just about to roll her over on her back and mount her, when there was furious barking and Brute came flying into the room. The big German shepherd, feeling lonely and abandoned, had pursued the humans into the house. He flung himself happily onto the bed and began licking their faces.
"Oh, Daddy," said Trish, "what about Brute? I love him so. Can I take him along to the convent?"
"Why, sure, honey," said Lew.
After all, a girl needs SOME fun!
"Well, Miss Brown? Can you explain your outrageous conduct? Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't evict you from this building?" Herman Short looked grave and commanding as he stood before Bona, hands on hips, eyeing her sternly.
Rona shook her head. There was no explaining away the bizarre and kinky things she'd done. She'd been unable to control her pent-up lusts, and now she was paying for it. "I have no excuses to offer, Mr. Short," she said. "You saw with your own eyes what I was doing. I can't deny any of it."
"But, why?" said Herman. "Why did you do those things? I've known you for years, and you were always so modest and decent. What caused you to break out like this?"
"A good question," said Rona. "Maybe I was just finding myself." Briefly she told Herman about her stem religious parents and how they'd taught her that everything connected with sex and the body is wicked and evil. "I was afraid to enjoy myself," she said, "afraid to follow my own instincts. Then when Mason forced me, it all broke out. I couldn't help myself. I guess I must be some kind of sex fiend."
Herman laughed. "Oh, Jesus, no, you're not. No more than I am. I got off to a bad start, too, Rona. I was so shy, I couldn't even approach a woman. All I've had are whores. My sex life has been just as repressed and sick as yours, and like you, I'm determined to break out and enjoy myself. I decided it today. No more repression, no more loneliness, no more jacking off while I look at pictures. I'm going to LIVE!"
Rona looked at him admiringly. "That's wonderful, Herman," she said. "I wish I had your courage."
"You do," said Herman. "Today you found the courage to let yourself go completely, to enjoy yourself without shame. That's all it takes."
Rona was sitting on the sofa, and Herman took his place beside her. He reached out and patted the sweet fluffy triangle of her mons, and it was soft and moist to his touch. "Perhaps we could learn together," he said.
Rona blushed but didn't move away. "How do you mean, Herman?" she said.
"Learn not to be repressed," he said, wriggling a finger through the fine hairs of her mons and encountering the stiff wet little bud of her clit. He pressed it gently, and he felt a flood of hot pussy cream wetting his hand. "We could learn to have fun together."
Rona's big brown eyes glowed hotly as she felt his stubby little finger playing naughtily with her sensitive clit. He might be little and dumpy and ugly and a nobody, but he sure as hell turned her on. She couldn't explain it and didn't want to. She just knew that she wanted him, that his looks were unimportant. This man understood her and knew just what she needed. She reached over and gently petted his erect throbbing cock, which was standing straight up in his lap. She felt its loose silky outer skin, the hard burning core inside.
"What kind of fun would you like to have, Herman?" she said teasingly.
He grinned wickedly at her. "Well, what other kind is there?" he said.
His stubby fingers tweaked her hungry little clitoral bud, and Rona moaned softly and creamed all over his hand. She wouldn't need other men, wouldn't need to shame herself with strangers, if she had a lover like this. It was the answer to all her problems. Herman would take care of her needs steadily, regularly, because he was just as homy as she was. It seemed like a perfect match.
All these thoughts were secondary in her mind at the moment, however. What she wanted was to get balled, and fast. Herman tweaked and tickled her homy hot little clit a few more times, and suddenly she just couldn't wait a second longer. She gave a lusty hoarse moan and fell back on the sofa, her long shapely legs parting. Lewdly, but without shame, she flung one long leg up over the back of the sofa, and let the other leg slip to the floor, flagrantly exposing her wet and ready pussy. She grinned at Herman with undisguised lust.
Herman gawked. He knew that Miss Rona Brown was a lusty woman, but he'd never expected a blatant invitation like this. She lay there with her legs wide open, grinning at him, and he could hardly believe his luck. His eyes fixed hotly on her tiny scarlet clit, swollen and twitching with impatience, on the plump wet folds of her labia and the shadowed thirsty mouth of her cunt with its delicate fringe of reddish-brown hair. It was all his. Just like in his fantasies, a gorgeous stacked woman was offering herself to him, ready to do any wild thing he wanted. He grinned back at her, crawled between her legs, and thrust his long swollen dick into her mushy hot vaginal hole. He moaned happily as he pushed into her.
"Oh, God, yes, Herman," she said, clinging to him, "fuck me. Ball me, darling... "
"You bet I will," said Herman blissfully.
Her cunt was wonderfully snug and hot and slick. He snorted happily and dug deep into her, feeling his aching hungry meat deliciously bathed in her steamy juices. Some day, soon, he would ask her to suck him off, he'd do it to her in the ass, he'd ball her in every conceivable position, but for the moment he was happy with this simple act. Rona moaned huskily and began slamming her hot little pussy against him, keeping time with his strokes.
Then they heard someone clearing his throat.
They looked up in astonishment and saw Lew Mason standing in the doorway, hastily dressed in shorts and T-shirt. He'd screwed Trish thoroughly, hoping to tire her out, and had succeeded. The girl had dropped off to sleep, and he'd hurried over to see Rona. He didn't want to let that woman go.
"Bugger off, Mason," said Herman. "Can't you see we're busy?"
"I have something to say," said Lew. He was freaked with jealousy as he took in the scene, Herman Short lying snugly between Rona's lovely long legs, humping her with quick, short jabs, and Rona grinning lustily.
"Miss Brown," he said. "Rona. I, uh, want to apologize for the way I've treated you. I was wrong, very wrong. You're a fantastic woman, and I want you to marry me."
"Too late," said Herman, resting happily against Rona's mammoth hot tits. "She's going to marry me. You are, aren't you, Rona?"
Rona hesitated. It was an incredible position to find herself in, two men quarrelling over her. For so long she'd been a sour-faced old maid, completely unattractive to men, and now, miraculously, she had to choose between two proposals of marriage. What was she to do?
Any woman in her right mind, of course, would choose Lew Mason. He was strong, handsome, sexy, and rich. Herman Short, on the other hand, was ridiculous. He was fat, bald, and wore Coke bottle glasses. He read dirty books and jacked off to nude photos. He made very little money, had no social graces at all, and would probably never amount to anything much in life. There was only one thing in his favor, he understood her in a way that Lew Mason never could. He, too, had been a freak, a sexual outcast, and he was capable of real love. Lew Mason could never really love anyone but himself. People would think she was crazy, of course, but somehow she no longer cared what people thought of her.
"I'm sorry, Lew," she said. "I'm in love with Herman."
Lew gawked at her. What could she possibly see in that fat little man? He didn't doubt the sincerity of her voice, however, and he turned and walked dazedly out of her apartment. He just couldn't figure out where he'd fucked up.
Herman, on the other hand, couldn't figure out what he'd done right--but he sure as hell wasn't knocking it. He didn't think he stood a ghost of a chance against a rich handsome stud like Mason, but Rona's words had been clear. "You'll really marry ME?" he said incredulously.
"Yes," said Rona. She ground her hot soaked little cunt impatiently around his rigid deeply buried dick. "Now let's get on with it, please, Herman."
Still he gawked at her. "Me? I just don't understand. I'm nobody, I'm not even attractive, I--"
"Oh, Herman," sighed Rona, "shut up and fuck me, PLEASE." Her tiny nipping cunt tugged hungrily at his stiff meat, and her cream boiled hotly around him, signalling her urgent need. "Take my word for it, you're a far better man than Lew Mason."
Oh, well, thought Herman, stranger things have happened. He forgot his doubts and began to fuck merrily away.
