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Chapter 1
If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought
Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of
her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of
a Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one
is a mystery to me ... if only I hadn't lost all Hal's money.
Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated off to
Europe, taking with her six year old daughter and a nannie. Now Julia
was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie--they didn't even
have a home to speak of. Desiree never could really understand what
happened to her money either, apart from several bad investments the
rest seemed to have drifted away from her in Paris, London and Monte
Carlo, mostly Monte Carlo. Finally, impoverished and failing to find a
rich European husband she had headed back to America only to find life
was just as difficult there. Desiree was a reasonable waitress, mostly
got jobs because of her face and her body and had emerged to support
herself and her daughter in one restaurant and another for several
years. Now, living on the trailer park, she worked in the Restaurant-
Nightclub on the property itself and for the first time in her life was
managing to save a little money--hopefully to get herself a little
house, somewhere ... she really didn't care where at this point.
Not that Desiree wasn't still a voluptuous and seductive woman, she
was, it was just that she was tired of moving around and tired of men--
men who always wanted her body and never seemed to care beyond that.
Until Mitch Holden, that was.
Desiree shivered now as she thought of Mitch, tall, blonde, blue grey
eyes, handsome in an ugly sort of way--yet how could they be in love,
he was only eighteen and she was thirty-four, it was ridiculous but it
was true. Mitch had his own rock and roll group and played every night
at the Club. Everyone said he was a fantastic musician though and that
he would make the big-time eventually. Mitch, every day told her that
he didn't care how long he had to wait, he wanted her body and soul. It
made Desiree tremble all over to think that someone loved her that
much. Of course her husband Hal had loved her, but then he had been so
much older than her--there was no real passion in their relationship,
father/daughter was more like it, everyone said so.
Desiree turned to look at herself in the mirror now. Life had been good
to her body and face, if not her pocket. Now at thirty-four there was
not a sign of age on her lovely face, her blonde, naturally curly hair
still had the glisten of corn-silk, her azure blue eyes had the
radiance of the sky about them and her body was as firm and toned as
when she had been a girl of sixteen. Her breasts were large and melon
like but firm and upthrust, her waist was narrow and her limbs, long
and shapely--in fact Desiree Patton was quite a package.
Jim Sanders had known that when he had hired her to work as a waitress.
Jim's best customer was Alex Cranston, the Chief of Police, who liked
to be waited on by beautiful women and for them to be at his disposal
whenever he wanted female company. Alex was too powerful to be slighted
and Jim Sanders was very careful to provide him with whatever and
whomsoever he wanted. Desiree Patton didn't know this however, but she
was soon to find out.
Desiree looked at the clock, it was almost time to go to the
restaurant, where was Julia? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by
the sound of knocking on the trailer-door. Desiree opened it to find
Mitch Holden standing at her door holding an exquisite bunch of
flowers.
"Why Mitch, what a surprise, for me, flowers ... oh, I'm touched. Won't
you come in."
Trembling, the older woman set the flowers in a vase, it had been so
many years since a man had given her flowers she was touched deeply.
She turned now to look at Mitch who was sitting awkwardly in a chair,
staring intently at her. She knew that he was deeply in love with her,
it was obvious, what she didn't know yet was how to handle the
situation. She wanted him with her heart and yet her mind was still
refusing to give her body the okay!
Desiree Patton didn't have much time for random thoughts now however,
before she knew what was happening, Mitch had crushed her in his arms
and was pulling her body insistently into his. She could feel his hard
throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and
belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back
and her buttocks through the warm softness of her housecoat.
Desiree whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhh, she had never
wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing
into the soft flesh of her belly ... she could imagine it slipping
inside her ... up into the hot, velvety moist channel of her wanting,
needing vagina ... strong, warm and masculine ... bringing her ecstatic
peace ... entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her
... but ... but, she mustn't ... she mustn't!
He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She
left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them,
went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot,
sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her
housecoat to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working
ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.
He was overwhelmed with the full firmness of her breast! His hands were
trembling, happy to be so close to her body at long last as they
encompassed the fullness of her succulent tits. Christ! he was going to
lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and
respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her
belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands
run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips ...
then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came
tighter against him with his demand.
Desiree moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desiree and
need fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of her daughter
Julia were over crowding all things ... what if she were to come back
this moment ... Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his beautiful
young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how she needed
him ... wanted him ... loved him!
She felt his hand trail over the softness of her belly. .. down the
strong muscle of her hip and thigh, then over slowly to her mound ...
through the silky blondness of pubic hair to the very lips of her ...
her cunt, taunting, feeling, tracing the thin hair-lined slit ... then,
slipping inside with breathtaking gentleness to find her clitoris
throbbing gently in erotic delight.
She clasped her lips to his, open, and her tiny tongue shot into his
mouth with all of the fire of a taunted, enraged snake. Again and
again, she stabbed into his mouth while he sucked at her tiny, sweet
tongue and simultaneously twitted her clitoris between thumb and
forefinger ... finally sliding down through her moist slit to her
vaginal entrance and easing inside, teasing her urethra enroute before
he buried the long finger up into the depths of her excited and hot,
dilating pussy.
She gasped into his mouth and he knew he was going to fuck her! He was
certain of that now! And ... and holy Christ ... she had wrapped her
fingers around his prick through his clothes. He couldn't breathe!
"Damn!" he gasped and pressed her backwards to the couch while she
struggled to keep her thighs together as they folded down onto it.
"Oh ... no, darling ... darling ... we mustn't ... no ... No ...
darling ... not now!" she pleaded rapidly, his hot breath suddenly
against the soft flesh of her breasts, coming in ever increasing gasps.
"P ... oh, please ... Darling ... we mustn't," she whimpered hotly down
into his face that was kissing and sucking at her breasts, while her
arms embraced his head tightly to her.
But it was as if she hadn't spoken and his hands continued to fondle
and graze her tingling flesh, and she gasped aloud to the electric-like
sensations surging through her from his probing finger deep inside her
wanting vagina, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.
"Oh ... oh please, Mitch ... wait ... wait," she begged, but then she
heard the metallic whisper of his zipper ... and suddenly felt the
delicious hard, hot fleshy bluntness pressing against her upper thigh.
Dear God! It was his penis and inherently, her body recoiled at its
alien touch, even as his finger probed deeper between her legs into the
warm, velutinous moisture of her vagina, causing greater intoxicating
waves of inner excitement to surge through her, nearly rendering her
powerless. She lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced by the
pleasurable sensations rippling about wildly inside her ... and then
he'd taken her hand and placed it on his naked hardened rod, his own
hand covering hers and enclosing her fingers around it.
She had compulsively squeezed tight, feeling its hot rigidness give
slightly beneath the pressure, and heard and felt him gasp excitedly
against her breast, the sounds of her own breathing filling the room as
she realized surprisingly the enormity of its size. An anticipating
thrill of delight raced through her. She would never have dreamed that
he would be so big ... so long and thick ... her fingers could barely
encircle it! And suddenly, she was aware that she was stroking it ...
massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same
rhythm he had established with his finger deep inside her moist,
receptive channel.
Oh ... oh ... there was no stopping him now! She'd let him go ... even
encouraged him beyond that final stopping point ... and now, her whole
body trembled passionately, hungrily, in the enchantment of the moment,
as did his, pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She squirmed
blissfully beneath his finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt, so
moist from the juices he had stimulated there. She felt it seeping from
her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch, even to the cleft
between her round buttocks; and then it dawned fully upon her what they
were doing ... and Julia could walk in on them any moment ... she
couldn't let her daughter see her this way, and with an eighteen year
old boy at that! ... she just couldn't ...
His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his
maddening, pleasure-inciting thrusts up into her, so did she quicken
and lengthen the pumping of her slender hand clutching tightly at his
throbbing, erect shaft of flesh, feeling it grow and grow beautifully
into unbelievable male hardness.
Perhaps it was his sudden squirming on top of her, trying to open her
legs, that helped restore her wits, or maybe it was simply the reaction
of strong religious convictions that children shouldn't see adults
making love thrusting its way through the ecstatic delirium of
forbidden pleasure clouding her mind; whichever, she clamped her strong
naked legs together tightly, her thighs clasping his stiff, pulsing
cock between them, while she struggled frantically on top of her to get
the blood-filled top of his prick into the moist opening of her excited
and passion dilated cunt.
"No ... no, Mitch! No, we can't ... we mustn't!" she hissed up at him,
her teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of
resistance she could muster, clasping his hot, hard rod tightly as it
strained to enter her, its smooth nozzle splaying the soft lips of her
throbbing cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his
near-insane attempt at penetration. "My God, no! You can't, darling ...
please!" she cried again, as she squeezed and writhed furiously; then,
she felt it lurch still within her clutching fingers and heard his
uncontrollable gasp of frustrated ecstasy.
He groaned and grunted and she felt the thick hot stream of his sperm
shoot from its jerking head, saturating her tingling vulva, the
palpitating open lips of her vagina and the surrounding blonde pubic
hair, until she was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the
inner sides of her soft white thighs, dribbling wetly down between her
legs to moisten the couch beneath her passion-dampened buttocks.
She had lain perfectly still and held him tightly all through it,
feeling his body convulse on top of her while his organ pumped
spasmodically m her slender hand, heard him emit his final groan of
release ... then, he seemed to collapse all over her, his penis growing
limp almost immediately.
She knew that he was ashamed and horrified at his behavior as she heard
him sobbing uncontrollably into her comforting breast. He's such a boy
still, she thought tenderly to herself and yet I love him so much. Oh
God! how I love him and want to fulfill myself with him. it's so
difficult to know what to do, I'm tom in two about him ... one part of
me wants to give myself to him totally and the other half feels guilty
about it. I wish I knew what to do, I wish to God I wasn't so confused
about this whole thing.
Desiree leaned over the young boy and started to whisper sweetly into
his ear, telling him of her love for him and her caring, telling him to
be patient with her that in good time they would be together in the way
that he wanted. She felt an enormous sigh of relief flood through his
body at her words and she knew that he understood. He was such a boy,
but he understood. She ran her hands lovingly through his long blonde
hair and kissed the top of his head.
"Darling," she said tenderly, "I've got to go to work now and so have
you ... we'd better pull ourselves together."
Mitch rose now, drying his eyes, kissing Desiree's hands gently, "I'm
yours Desiree, I'm yours," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours!"
Chapter 2
Jim Sanders and Alex Cranston, Inspector of Police, had been friends
since high school. Jim Sanders knew exactly how to please his friend
and to stay on the right side of the law. There was a lot that went on
at The Meadows Trailer Park that went beyond the law but Alex Cranston
threw a blind eye to it all, the gambling, the prostitution, the lot.
As long as he had his needs taken care of, he was content.
Now, happily tucked away in the back room at the Trailer Park
Nightclub, waiting for Tulip to come and service him, sipping a large
snifter of Brandy, Alex Cranston was a contented man. At fifty he could
still attract any woman of his choosing, his hair was still a rich dark
brown color and his eyes hadn't lost their intensity, they were still
as green and clear as when he had been a young boy growing up in Rhode
island.
Tulip was his usual choice, although of late his eyes had been
wandering to the new waitress, what was her name ... ah, yes, Desiree
... and desirable she is, thought Alex hungrily to himself. Seems sort
of snotty though, I'll have to have a word with Jim about her.
The Chief of Police had found out through the grapevine that the
beautiful new waitress seemed to have the hots for the punk Holden, the
rock and roll dude. Alex Cranston had very little time for Mitch
Holden, had it been up to him he would have put him behind bars years
ago and had almost nabbed him several months ago on a drug bust. The
kid was living in a house where heavy dope dealing was going on and
Alex tried to rope him in with the rest of the gang when they were
busted but Mitch's father, Judge Holden had intervened and Alex had had
to bow down. Judge or no judge, Alex Cranston would like to get his own
back on the punk-kid but didn't know how to yet ... although a nasty
plan, harmless enough, was forming in his mind.
He pulled his wine colored velvet robe around his massive form now and
took another deep drink from his snifter of Brandy. Whenever Alex came
into the back room he wore his robe, he only came in to be sucked or to
fuck and he liked to be as comfortable as possible. His feet and legs
were spread obscenely apart now as he waited for Tulip, his massive
cock was waiting apprehensively for her warm, sweet mouth. "Damn that
girl, where is she," the Chief of Police fumed, then sighed in relief
as the beautiful young waitress came into the
room.
Tulip was only twenty years old but already she knew all the tricks of
the trade ... and she gave the best head around. Her long jet black
hair cascaded sexily over her bare shoulders, her succulent breasts
peeked naughtily out from her skimpy costume and Alex Cranston's hunger
increased one hundred-fold the moment she came in the door.
"Where have you been you naughty bitch," groaned Alex, "get over here
quick, my cock's dying for you!"
"Sorry Chief," Tulip grinned, "I got tied up with a customer."
The Chief of Police groaned now and lay back in his chair as Tulip
settled herself between his legs, ovaled her beautiful red mouth and
plunged it down over his already rigid rod of flesh. Her delicious pink
tongue swirled at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused
to seep out and she sighed a deep sigh of relief as ripples of delight
surged through her own tingling loins. Oh God, how she loved to suck
cock. God, how she loved to suck the Chief of Police's cock!
"Oh come on baby, suck harder," growled Alex, anxious to explode his
white hot semen in her anxiously working mouth.
Without another word, Tulip grasped harder with her lips on the Chief
of Police's penis, pulling back the heavy, thick foreskin until the
great, blood-filled head was glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm
full lips down over it hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her
mouth to swirl her tongue around the tweak at the tiny slit on the
tips.
"Oh baby, you suck me so good, so goooood!" groaned the Chief of
Police.
Alex looked down at the pink flesh of Tulip's mouth being pulled out as
she clung to his hardened cock. Her long black hair was nailing from
side to side as she worked furiously at his prick, her tits were
jumping almost out of her costume and she was wriggling her ass wildly
... God, thought Alex to himself, she needs something up her cunt!
The Chief of Police felt his rod stiffen at the thought of fucking
Tulip. He grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive
fingertips down over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and
along his own prick. Then, he inserted one finger alongside his shaft
into the warm wetness of her small mouth and felt her excited tongue
wrap around it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her
face, sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his
brain. She began to moan and he said.
"You want something in that hot cunt of yours, Baby? Speak up if you
do. Hurry ... I like the idea ... you're hitting me good, now ..."
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger.
"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations
spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in
a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first
time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be
subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job. She'd
heard about what happened to girls who didn't give the Chief of Police
what he wanted. Jim Sanders fired them immediately to start with!
Alex Cranston suddenly called an enormous German Shepherd who was lying
peacefully in the corner of the room.
"Come on Rip, get her... fuck her, Rip. Now! Now!"
The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Tulip and sensing him
she raised her buttocks high in excited passion. Immediately, the brute
raised up on his hindlegs, mounting her with fore-paws wrapped about
her full, undulating hips, his strong hind-quarters moving in close
between her soft spread thighs, shoving forward his long tapered cock,
while Tulip quickly plunged one hand down between her legs to guide the
stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her voraciously quivering slit.
Furiously, the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump
driving in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist, pink pussy
open wider and wider with every jolting plunge.
"Unh ... unh ... mmmmmm!" Tulip moaned, the vibrations generating from
her throat into Alex's loins like a telegraphed message.
Christ! he thought to himself, she's really hot tonight. The passionate
Chief of Police shoved his loins up higher into Tulip's face now,
watching as her lips contorted around his cock as she sucked it
wantonly, while his dog Rip fucked into her with his growing, long
animal rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.
He looked down at her lust-twisted face now, his fingertips lightly
touching her mouth and his shaft and he relished the look of his hard
shaft of flesh completely absorbed between her beautifully ovaled lips.
He watched as she massaged the soft, velvety skin of his balls
tantalizingly with one hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the
other stroked its husky base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down.
He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it
at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the
tiny split of the glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head
still lifted as her head bobbed up and down madly on his cock, her
buttocks gyrating in circles as Rip relentlessly hammered his long,
still swelling cock into her with violent machine-like thrusts.
The whorish little slut, he thought to himself ... how she likes that
dog's mighty prick thundering up into her... but it was that first time
that he, himself, liked best ... the way they'd cringe and beg in
shame, their damned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet
would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their
flinching holes... giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else
could. And momentarily, that thought inspired another ... when was he
going to get his hands on that new broad ... Desiree somebody or other,
he didn't know her full name but her body was already driving him out
of his mind. He'd talked to Jim about her and he had promised him that
she would be his... still, it hadn't happened yet and he was anxious!
And suddenly, for a moment, he imagined that Tulip was Desiree and that
thought sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his
loins.
Tulip sensed the Chief of Police's throbbing reactions and began to
suck at his ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her teeth
digging gently into the hard resisting nosh, leaving tiny white trails
where they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy
with just his cock in her mouth and Rip's magnificent prick pounding
into her seething vagina.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the
great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and
again, the beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever
thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel.
The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it
thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room
had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors,
blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft,
white body to the core of her very soul.
She slipped her hands beneath Alex's tense buttocks, cupping them in
her palms, pulling his loins up tighter into her face. Her tongue wiped
around and around the swollen glans furiously, until the Chief of
Police felt it pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all
of his rigid shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.
The Chief of Police wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued
the maddening sucking on and on as if his cock was some sort of idol of
adoration to her. He thought of Desiree now and all of the lewd things
he intended to subject her to. He thought of himself and he imagined
the tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of
her body as she bucked over him like a worshipper flipping into a
religious spasm. The muscles of his middle-aged stomach tightened until
he was sure they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up
out of the chair, shoving even further between the moistness of her
full lips.
Tulip sucked and licked excitedly at the Chief of Police's cock ... she
knew that he would cum soon, she could tell from the way he was
beginning to writhe under her salacious ministrations.
Alex heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his
lungs through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going
to cum! He writhed his hips furiously and saw her lovely face working,
the lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body straining ...! Now!
NOW!
"Suck it, you cunt! I'm summing!" he choked gutturally at her. "Suck it
hard! Hard!"
He felt his needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls
along his shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into her receptive
throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily sucking on
and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush into
her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down
onto his prick.
Tulip thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded
cock buffeting into her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her body
contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost
epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked chokingly at
Alex's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of
her asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush
buttocks flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a
wailing scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her
unleashed in the moment she had been waiting for.
Alex gasped at the sight of Tulip's white rounded buttocks contracting
uncontrollably, indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering
belly, and he increased his tempo as the final spurts of his cum spewed
into her hungry mouth. Christ! she was something else ... she was the
best this girl, the best. As he felt his cock deflating he looked down
with pride at the still nibbling girl ... God! she was the best!
"That was the greatest baby," he grinned at Tulip as she sat at his
feet staring up at him as if he were God! "Now you'd better clean up
and get back to work, don't want old Jim saying I kept you too long."
"I can always stay as long as you want me, you know that Alex," Tulip
smiled shyly at the man who was old enough to be her father and in many
ways was like the father that she never had.
"Sure, baby, sure. That's it for now though honey, I'm tired today, had
a busy load this whole week. Oh baby, send Saunders in to me, will
you!"
With that Tulip knew that the Chief of Police had finished with her, it
was always this way. She would come, give him exactly what he wanted
and then he would ask her to stay longer with him, just to be with him,
but he never did. He didn't ever ask any of the other girls to stay any
longer either, it was just his way and he asked for her, Tulip, more
than he asked for anyone else and she liked that. She liked to be his
favorite girl, it made her feel special ... very special. After all, it
wasn't everyday that the Chief of Police asked you to suck his cock!
* * *
"Anything wrong Chief?" Jim Saunders asked nervously, he always called
his old friend Chief instead of Alex, he didn't know why but he did.
"Hi Jim, no, nothing's wrong really. I'm just hot as hell for that
Desiree broad. Haven't you primed her for me yet?"
"I'm working on it Chief. Seems she and that punk Holden have the hots
for each other. Don't know how willing she'll be, she's an independent
type that girl."
"Fuck ... don't tell me that punk got to her before I did. I've got to
have her, do you hear me Jim. I'VE GOT TO HAVE HER! I want to see her,
tonight or tomorrow, but I've got to see her."
"Okay Chief, I'll do my best," Jim Saunders said anxiously, not wanting
to get on the wrong side of the Chiefs temper ... he knew better than
that!
Chapter 3
Despite the fact that Mitch hadn't gotten all the way into her body,
Desiree had been in seventh heaven all night long. She was so much in
love with the young rock and roll musician that it showed. She didn't
realize it either until Jim Saunders came up to her and asked her if
she'd gotten fucked that night.
"Jim, really!" she answered, "I've never heard you speak that way
before."
"Well, you're hot tonight baby," Jim sniggered. "Take a look around the
room, practically every man in town is here and believe me honey you
could make a fortune tonight if you wanted to."
"Jim, I don't do things like that," the voluptuous young widow said
firmly. "I might look like a swinger but I'm not."
"Well honey you've got the Chief turned on for sure. I've told you that
he likes to have things his way, I might own this joint but he could
break me if he wanted to. I've got to tell you baby, that if you don't
come through for the inspector then you're job goes, plus your
boyfriend's band."
"Oh ... how do you know he's my boyfriend," Desiree gasped, innocent of
the plot that the older man had laid for her.
"I only suspected it honey but now I know for sure. You'd better watch
your step, that kid's been in trouble before."
"What kind of trouble," Desiree said slowly, a pain darting into her
heart at the thought of her darling Mitch being in trouble.
"A drug bust if you must know. The only reason he got off is because
his father is a Judge, believe me, there were several people in town
who'd like to have seen him behind bars ... including the Chief of
Police. So think about it honey. No-one need ever know and it will mean
more money for you."
"More money!" Desiree said curiously, thinking of how much money she
needed to buy new clothes for Julia, let alone for herself.
"Sure, the Chiefs a generous man, to those that give to him ... and
baby, he wants you... think about it!"
Desiree watched her boss walk away and she gazed thoughtfully after
him. The Chief of Police isn't such a bad looking man, she thought to
herself and if it means that I can keep my job, and Mitch can keep his
band and I can get more money. Maybe I'd better think about it, good
jobs are hard to come by these days ... oh God! what a hard decision to
have to make, I only want to make love to Mitch, I don't want an old
man and yet ... I need my job and I need some more money!
About an hour later, Desiree moved over to her boss Jim Saunders again
and casually told him that she was ready to see the Chief of Police as
and when he was ready. She watched him leave the main restaurant and
suspected that he was going to the private room the Chief liked to hang
out in.
She knew also that there was a gambling room somewhere back there but
she had never been allowed in it. Tulip seemed to be the favored
waitress for the gambling room and she never talked about what went on
back there. Desiree knew her job was at stake and she respected her for
keeping her mouth shut ... she always looked satisfied however when she
came back into the restaurant from the back office and somewhere deep
inside of Desiree she was curious as to just what did go on in the
Chief of Police's room!
Jim Saunders came back into the restaurant now and smiling to Desiree
beckoned her over to him. "Okay, the Chief is ready for you, go
casually so as not to arouse attention and Desiree, you're doing the
right thing, believe me ... the Chief is a powerful man, it's good to
be on the right side of him."
* * *
Desiree was shocked as she entered the back room to see that the Chief
of Police was wearing only a dressing-gown. His enormous German
Shepherd lay at his side and the television was on softly.
"Ah, little Desiree, so you have come at last to see the old inspector,
eh! Had to use a little blackmail didn't we ... too bad, I wish you had
come to me without that, but we shall see. In time you will grow to
want me so badly, you'll beg for me," he grinned, leaning over to turn
off the television and as he did so exposing his naked genitals to the
shocked widow's distraught gaze.
She stood silently now as the Chief of Police leaned back in his chair
and staring intently at her body proceeded to mentally strip her. She
could feel his eyes boring into her body and she wanted to cringe, to
run, to hide and yet she knew that she must bear it, she must for the
sake of Julia for the sake of Mitch ... she must bear it.
The Chief of Police lay back in his chair now, his crotch completely
exposed and Desiree stared at him utterly amazed.
"Tell me my dear, do my bare cock and balls frighten you?"
Desiree stood still, rigid with fear not knowing quite what to say to
the older man. He was so totally different from any other man she had
ever met and yet she found herself drawn to him in some strange
masochistic way. It was almost as if she wanted him to hurt her in some
way, she couldn't quite explain it even to herself.
"So baby, you're silent eh. Well, one thing's for sure, you need the
money otherwise you wouldn't be here. You didn't come to fuck me or
suck my cock because as your name says you Desire me. But that's
alright as I said earlier on. I know about your beautiful little
daughter, she's quite a woman already."
"My daughter, when did you see her," Desiree spat out angrily, not
caring now how she behaved.
"Ah ... your Achilles heel. Don't worry, I won't touch her, I don't go
in for girls that young, not yet anyway. Yes, you're quite loyal I
should say ... then of course there's the Holden boy."
"Mitch!" Desiree said in anguish.
"Yes, now if you know what's good for you and good for him, for a while
anyway you'd better tell him to get lost. I don't want to make things
sticky for him but I might. Think about it Desiree, you're not exactly
in a bargaining position. I happen to know the amount you have in the
bank, not even enough money to run away with. I'd say for a Colonel's
wife you're on the down-stretch. Can't understand why--you're a beauty.
Still life holds many tales for us all."
"You wouldn't do anything to Mitch would you," Desiree whimpered,
thinking of her beautiful young lover and how she would hate to see him
in jail.
"If you play ball with me Desiree, I won't investigate him anymore. He
got off the last drug bust because of his goddamned father but he's not
doing any better now. I know he's dealing stuff himself, I'm not a
dummy. He'd better stay out of my way otherwise I'll get him and this
time his father won't have a word to say. You can help him
though Desiree. Give yourself to me for a little while, give the boy
some story, I don't care what and I promise I'll leave him alone and
make sure no harm comes to your daughter."
Desiree could hardly believe that it was the Chief of Police talking to
her, he sounded more like a hood than a man of the law and yet she knew
enough to listen to him. He might not be serious about Julia, but could
she take a chance and it was true she did need some extra money,
desperately. Maybe this way she could save a little money up and leave
town, perhaps even with Mitch. If she could get him to forgive her for
hurting him. How did she get herself into this nightmare, only earlier
today everything had seemed beautiful, even when Mitch had tried to
make lover to her, it had been beautiful. It was his timing that was
all off that was the only problem, she had been so uptight and afraid
that Julia would come home at any moment. I hope he understood that,
she thought inwardly to herself, of course if I do as the Chief wishes
me to do, it would be
perfect. He would just think I was angry with him for the way he
behaved today. Oh God! what shall I do! She felt helpless and trapped
in a pit of darkness that she had carved for herself, somehow
unknowingly and now was going to have to dishonor herself to climb out
of.
"Well my little Desiree have you made up your mind," the Chief of
Police said in a slow voice, the timbre sending sensations of
lascivious desire through the young widow's voluptuous body. She
couldn't help but be turned on by the very perversity of the situation,
she was being asked to sell her body and despite her repulsion she had
to admit to herself that it was turning her on in some strange kind of
way.
"Well Desiree ... I'm waiting."
"I'll do as you say, whatever you say," the young widow said, her face
blushing a little at the boldness of her decision.
"Ah, my little lotus blossom," he said, reaching down to pat his German
Shepherd's massive head. "I want to see you ... naked!" He grinned
salaciously, "there's no time like the present as they say in show
business."
Desiree felt herself tremble at the very lewdness of the situation.
Whoever would believe it, she thought to herself. Whoever would believe
that the Chief of Police is asking for me to strip and pretty soon is
going to either fuck me or order me to suck his cock. God! only knows
... I don't!
Slowly and seductively Desiree reached behind her and unzipped her
already flimsy costume. She had to remember that she was doing this for
her daughter's safety and her lover's job and honor.
"Come closer baby, I don't want to miss a thing," the Chief of Police
said hungrily.
Hesitantly, but forcing herself, Desiree responded, moving within his
reach. Then, she felt his hands on her leg beneath her skimpy skirt and
she steeled herself to his touch.
"Are you scared Desiree," he said in a soft and tender voice.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I-I've never done this before ... only for my husband and a few lovers
but never well ... like this."
She watched his lust-contorted face grinning up at her and she knew
that it turned her on to know that she was scared of him. Still she
knew that she must go through with it, she had to give him what he
wanted ... she just had to.
She pulled the zipper down on her top and heard the Chief of Police
gasp as her melon-like breasts sprang free of their confining garment.
"Quick baby, get it all off," she heard him whimper, "I can't wait to
see the rest."
Suddenly Desiree found herself feeling just a little bit turned on, she
couldn't help it, the Chief of Police was so taken with her body it
flattered her ego ... even though she knew she was a beautiful woman,
it felt good to have someone acknowledge that fact.
"Christ! you're beautiful," he moaned as he reached out to touch her
bare shoulders with his trembling fingers. "Come closer baby, come
closer," he groaned. "You're like velvet ... so smooth, so smooth."
Desiree felt the Chief of Police's lips on her soft, naked shoulders,
"let me do the rest," he whispered urgently his mouth brushing urgently
against her firm white breasts, nibbling tauntingly at one ruby-red
nipple causing it to quiver into almost immediate hardness.
God! I'm turned on, Desiree thought to herself, surprised but not angry
... she knew that once her mind was made up she would go through with
the venture and enjoy herself, she always did. She just had to make her
mind up first, that was all.
Desiree's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded,
stroked and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the
tiny, hard, cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers,
causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body.
Then, he was gently drawing her skirt down over her tapered thighs and
then her panties over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed
her eyes and raised her hand in the intoxicating delight that was
enveloping her ... his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft
white buttocks, making her tremble ... until, at last, as she stood
there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly
gaining control of her too-long, love-starved body, she felt him spread
her buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his
tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind ...
finally licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top
and following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms
around her.
Christ! what a delicious creature, he thought. Of all the women he'd
ever fucked she was one of the most beautiful that was for sure. It was
hard to tell how old she was she was so stunning ... he knew that
almost every man in the restaurant and nightclub desired her but now
she was going to be his and not even that punk Holden was going to get
her.
He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he
moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous
globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch
at her firm, rotund breasts, then ... he pressed her forward to the
davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before
him like a great, frightening bowsprit.
Desiree didn't resist; she'd gone this far ... already sold herself to
all intents and purposes, so why fight it now? And truly whatever she
had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable
reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just as the touch of his
gentle hands had more than converted her ... it had rekindled all of
the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against
within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the
unbelievable immoralness of her actions, either ... not fighting his
lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire ...
even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not
a boy ... and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her
forget that.
She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back
as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her
own and as he stretched out against her, she lay and waited for his
kiss.
He kissed her, smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her
mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down
her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of
her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse
blonde pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited,
erect clitoris. He tweaked it and he gasped into his mouth. He pinched
it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the
damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and
while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth,
he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.
Desiree moaned uncontrollably. "Ooooooohhhhhhh ... Godd!"
How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't
remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being
like this! she just couldn't ...! Her whole being had seemingly come
alive with a seething sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting
her right off into space! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who
was this man making love to her ... the devil, himself? And then, his
finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating
passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.
Oh ... ohhhhh! I'm lost ... my God! His finger is like a soothing balm
inside my cunt ... and I've needed it so bad ... so long ... I'm a
bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore ... but I don't care
... I don't! Forgive me, Julia baby ... forgive me, Mitch ... oh God,
please forgive me!
He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, she
stared at his strong, masculine body, watching the powerful muscles of
his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and
spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face
hovering just above her moist and excited loins.
Desiree felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing against
the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wide apart, and her
breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what
she hoped would happen next.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed
over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed
wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her
aroused vagina ... much more gently and desirable kisses than she ever
remembered her husband Hal giving her ... delightful, tantalizing
kisses on the closed tingling lips of her now, feverish cunt, kisses
that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for ...
and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick
snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.
Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable
licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of
ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.
Dear God ... don't stop ... don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my
life I've waited for this ... not really knowing it ... and now, you've
come to fulfill me with it! Oh ... please don't stop ... please ...
please! I don't care what, or who, you are ... just don't stop!
Nothing else mattered; insane electric like jolts were setting her
whole body aglow with tingling needle-like prickles of carnal
enchantments and then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a
remote brain, she felt her hands moving down over her sensuously
throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly
to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing
where she lay, and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic hair.
Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of
her feminine aperture open to him with delicate fingers, her hands
grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot,
moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her
flowered cunt.
Again, Desiree gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the
movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing
tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her
quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of
her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue
continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus
between her magnificent legs.
Oh God! I'm lost ... lost! Nothing can ever take the place of this ...
of him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll ... I'll do anything he
tells me! I will! I will! Oh ... oh ... ohh ...!
She groaned throatily, sounds that were originally deep in her chest,
while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the
delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly
and slithering its way down, down over the elastic like rimmed opening
of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her
involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the
backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side
of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps
touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of
her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.
"Oh ... beautiful ... beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity
he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he
flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus,
reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God ...
truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she
had ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before,
it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding
through her whole being! She was in heaven ... or was it hell? So? So?
...? She never wanted him to stop! Never ... never!
The Chief of Police could hardly believe it! Desiree had gone to
pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in
uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar
of the Gods, themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he
could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was
fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him ... without the
least struggle ... Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot streak that set
her off once you found it ... but this gorgeous creature was beyond
belief! She was like some goddamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved
of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust ... and she
was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no question
... she was his own private piece from now on ... forever, maybe!
Christ! his cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a
hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushions feeling her soft,
damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his
cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.
He'd never had any doubts but that he was going to fuck her ... subject
her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy
himself but now she was blowing his mind with her response to his
lovemaking, totally blowing his mind.
He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he
increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through
her seething vaginal slit. If she'd been laying that Holden punk, or
anybody else, they damn sure hadn't been taking care of her ... either
that, or she was some kind of goddamned hotbox, and he couldn't buy
that ... not that he should let it make any difference to him, but he'd
never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quick, and he knew it
couldn't be anything but that she was getting what she wanted! And he
was giving it to her!
Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do
to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began
to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and
to, her receptive passion-captured body, just as he used Tulip and the
rest of the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, he groaned to himself as he
thrust his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her
vagina.
Alex rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for
her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over
the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling
his lips and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck,
alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking throaty moans
from the depths of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly
around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and
closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the
invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it ...
Desiree whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of
his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete
loss of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state
of ecstatic sensual bliss ... . Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris
up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue.
Her sexual genitals were a whirling pool of rapture. And then, he was
moving up over her. She felt his tongue trail upward along her belly
into her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he
crawled over her breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing
salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while
simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider
apart.
She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had
brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and
gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of
it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against
her thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the
hand of a puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the
wakeful realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily
reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her
sex-famished brain.
Alex raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its
heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the
feel of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long
slim fingers barely going around it.
"M-My God!" Desiree gasped. "It's ... it's tremendous! It'll never
fit...! I-I'm not big enough! "
"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Please I want it ... oh I do want it ... I need it so bad!" she
choked, almost tearfully.
He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous head,
blood-inflated moving up and down, parting the soft blonde pubic hair
between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the
small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic
entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the
tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard,
cruel pressure.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh
torment increased.
Alex felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful
protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately
twisted his handsome mouth, and he shoved further, causing her to emit
another long, low groan from deep in her throat.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Oh ... oh God, please ... it hurts! It hurts!"
He continued to grin, as his huge cock burrowed into her tiny cuntal
passage, her agonized pleas sending him wild, algolagniac sensations
racing through him.
"Oooooohhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured
harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her
widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside,
just beyond its coronal rim, and Desiree couldn't hold back her little
choking scream.
My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the
continual expanding of the small moist hole in her crotch. He was much
too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!
Alex Cranston, Chief of Police, could hardly contain the excitement her
whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless
penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink
an inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any
longer. He had to fuck this little bitch now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her,
smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust
his hips at the same time and his long, thick cock plunged into her
moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram,
spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling
torrents before it. There was no holding back now and with a loud grunt
he felt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into me upturned crevice
between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oooooooh! My God! Me dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split
me wide open! Ooooh God stop!" Desiree wailed, screwing her buttocks
down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating
impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the
air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and
jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath.
Desiree continued to groan beneath the massive Chief of Police as his
tremendous throbbing prick sunk to the very depths of her belly. She
had never felt so full in her life, so complete as she was this moment,
impaled beneath the Chief of Police's enormous cock. She was skewered
to the couch and she loved it, she was his slave now and he could use
her as he wished, however he wished, she didn't care ... all she cared
about was this feeling of completion he brought to her.
Alex Cranston could hardly believe his luck, he knew that Desiree was a
sexy woman but she had outdone herself. He hadn't felt this way in
years, she made him feel like such a man in a way that Tulip could
never make him feel. He knew that she was his now and that he could do
with her whatever he wished. She reminded him of Angela, his wife, in a
way. She had been the only one he had ever loved the only one he had
ever wanted and God had punished him by taking her away from him. He
suffered alone for many years and then he met his old pal Jim Saunders
and life began to take on a different color. Jim brought him out to his
restaurant, encouraged him to enjoy himself and finally offered one of
his girls to him. She had been the beginning of many and now Jim
Saunders dare not refuse him anything or anyone he wanted. But he would
never give Jim a bad time, the truth of the matter was that Jim was
providing Alex Cranston with something to live for as he grew older,
something that the Police Department couldn't give him ... the feeling
of manliness. He felt so good like this, lying with a beautiful woman
trapped beneath him like a captured butterfly and this one was a
beauty, for sure. She belonged to him now and he was going to make sure
that the punk Holden didn't get his hands on her ... he wanted her all
for himself!
* * *
"You get out of bed on the wrong side this morning, Mitch?" Jerry
Garfel, drummer for the Dead Beats asked the leader of the group as he
watched him moping in the dressing-room between sets.
"No ... I'm just worried about Desiree, that's all!"
"Why?"
"I haven't seen her in the restaurant for about an hour now, I'm just
wondering where she is, that's all," he sighed.
"Boy are you hooked into her man, whew I don't believe it. Not that she
isn't beautiful, I mean I just have never seen you so hung-up."
"Yeah, well, I really love her Jerry, I mean, it's true I've never felt
this way before ... honest!"
"I believe you man, I've never seen you this way before either ...
listen, don't worry, what could happen to her here?"
"A lot, a damn lot more than you think. I don't trust that Alex
Cranston, I've seen the way he looks at Desiree and I don't like it."
"Man, you'd better stay clear of that bastard, he'd love to bust your
ass and you know it."
"I know, I know, still I don't trust him as far as I can spit and
that's not far."
"Cool out Mitch, we're back on in five minutes, here have a beer,"
Jerry grinned throwing his buddy a can.
"Thanks man, I need this."
"Yeah and that's not all you need," grinned Jerry, "believe me, I know
it!"
Chapter 4
Alex Cranston was ecstatic, he had Desiree totally helpless beneath his
body, his powerful throbbing rod of flesh was plunged between her
obscenely split legs and she was mewling and bucking like the whore he
knew she was. He knew that she was digging it though, despite her pleas
for him to stop, he could tell by the way she was writhing beneath him
that she wanted as much of his prick as she could get inside her hungry
cunt.
"I can't stand it ..." she mewled, "please Chief no more, no more ... I
can't ... I can't ..." she begged. Then she felt him raise his heavy
weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the
davenport-cushions, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider
apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her pressing
hard against her cervix ... and then, slowly, he began to rub in and
out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole
body back and forth like a rag-doll beneath him while he fucked
furiously into her.
His fingers began to trace a pattern on her face now, over her
sensitive mouth feeling her lips drawn back over her teeth. He looked
down and heard her emit incoherent little whimpers from deep in her
throat as he continued to caress her neck as his rampaging cock
battered against her tender womb, and her blonde hair cascading wildly
over the cushions. God! she was beautiful!
That punk Holden could never give her what I'm giving her now, he
thought to himself ... I bet her husband never gave it to her really
good either. She needs this, she needs to be really fucked this woman,
I can tell, she really needs me! Her cunt's like a virgin's too, he
thought gleefully running his hand down between them to feel his own
pubic hair meshing with her golden curls, while the head of his heavy
solid prick tunneled deep into the coral split that his tongue had
licked to a moist rapture only a few minutes before. He could see the
tight lips of her cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the
elasticized inner pink rim clasping tightly around the white-skinned
base of his cock like a hungry sucking mouth.
He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined
scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath
him, his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly.
Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and
every lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls
churn with the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was
going to give her a suck she'd remember as long as he lived!
Desiree lay frozen beneath him, helpless! She'd already concluded there
was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly
useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have
been so erotically swayed in the beginning ...? He'd become a lust-
filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there under
him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his
lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God ... Oh God, what
had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without
even so much as a struggle? Mitch ... Julia ...? Was anything or anyone
worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh ... how
lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her
loins, instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been
hypnotized by the carnal enchantment ... had completely lost all sense
of morality, or reality ... and now, was paying. Oh Hal ... Oh Hal...
why did you die and leave me all those years ago ... why ... why?
The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her
insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her
at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo ... if only he didn't increase
it, or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal
muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was
immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed
to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way
deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal passage. She felt the
walls of her recoiling cunt clinging to it like a sleeve of vibrant
warm liver ... and then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and
helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.
It fucked in and out of her in an established rhythm she forced herself
to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls
stretched desperately in their attempt to receive it, until finally,
she thought she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his hairy
balls as they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass
when he surged into her, and subconsciously she began to run her tongue
around her feverish lips. They returned then, those first sensations of
passion ... galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through her veins,
arousing licentious little chills that began to creep along the base of
her spine as she felt the even measured cadence of The Chief of
Police's great cock skewering wetly into her upturned loins.
Spontaneously, it seemed, her body began to twitch and writhe of its
own volition beneath him, and she heard the small mewling noises
escaping her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness
of his mouth as suddenly he kissed her, and once again she was
thrusting her tongue deep into the sucking warm cavern of his face.
Unconsciously, she drew back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving
voluntarily against the slippery softness of the cushions beneath, and
her cunt contracted as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner
sensations increased with his every stroke.
Alex felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried
prick. Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and
closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable
mewling and purring sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head
lolled from side to side on the cushion beneath his cock sunk deep in
her soft, white belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he
felt her incited nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his
hair-covered loins. Shit ... she was getting it now!
Desiree didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement
saturating her whole thing. She was only aware that all pain had left
her ... had given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began
deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of
her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs, and
he was undulating and rotating her hips around his fleshy, impaling
cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic
throbs. He had suddenly made himself immobile once more, resting still
above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was
letting her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid column
of hot moist flesh that fused them together.
The Chief of Police moved a hand down between them to feel her moist,
grasping cunt sliding up and down his thick shaft, feeling the thin
pink ridges of coral-hued flash pulling out and clinging to it as she
screwed her soft buttocks down into the cushion, then the salacious
pussy mouth between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back into her
as it swallowed the slippery glistening length of his prick on the slow
tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him a while
longer as he continued to run his fingertips over her, listening to her
whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored with utter abandon,
her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.
Fuck, she was all gone now ... completely lost, Alex gloated, feeling
her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions,
faster and faster with the passion of each second, the urgency of her
thrusts against him more pronounced, and his fingertips found her lust-
bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower-lip as she strained
uncontrollably toward orgasm. He sensed the secretions of her sucking
cuntal channel beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of
the in and out sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal
passage greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back
raised high off the couch to arch her crotch tight up against him.
It was then that she reached back, grasping her ankles and levering
them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he
forced her into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath
him. He held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her
legs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.
Half mad, now, with desire, Alex pulled his deeply buried shaft from
her until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips ... then,
he plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the
full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!" Desiree groaned as it raced into her, and
she heard and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her
tender unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her
brutally, crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her
chest. His thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-
hammer pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in
rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.
Alex began long, hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and
the quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod
hungrily, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His
sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with
a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of
her stretched passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into
her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth
gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her
into the very heavens above ...
Suddenly, Desiree realized that this was it! This was it! His cock,
ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making
the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding
pleasure. She was ... for the first time in her life ... she was going
to! And she could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing sweet
buildup inside her!
"Oh ... oooooohhhhh ... God ... Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to cum now!
Oh Darling, I'm going to cummmmm! Yes ... yes ... dear God ... hard,
yes fuck me hard. Fuck me ... fuck me harder ... I'm cummminggg!
Darling! I'm cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnnggggggg!" Desiree pleaded in a voice
shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving
buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper
between her widespread legs.
Her delicious cunt-walls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a
warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely
plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed
harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot
liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped
wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of
her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her
throbbing anus.
"Oh ... oh ... oh, Darling!" Desiree chanted, twisting and writhing
delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured legs
farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a
blind mad-man. Her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as
she continued to grunt out her climax, the thick flow of her white
nectar gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering
cheeks of her pumping ass.
Then, she felt Alex jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of
his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb.
Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot,
powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her
almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness while
the hot moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately,
milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth ...
All that could be heard now in the room was the ragged sound of their
panting breath, Desiree felt her body tremble and then she felt all the
life drain out of it as the ecstasy of the moment began to creep away
and the reality of the situation began to take hold.
The Chief of Police looked at her now, this young widow who had given
him so much more than any other woman had ever given him. "You're the
greatest Desiree, the greatest," he whispered tenderly to her, allowing
a part of himself that he kept hidden to emerge suddenly.
Desiree looked at the older man and knew that she had touched him very
deeply. God! her body felt like mush, she could hardly move, let alone
stand up. It was true that he had given her the fucking of her life and
yet she didn't love him ... she liked to fuck with him, but she didn't
love him. She loved Mitch, she knew that for sure now and yet she also
knew that she was trapped in this weird situation.
The older man rose now, and poured himself a large scotch and soda,
sighing deeply as he did so. Desiree had moved him and suddenly he was
back with his beautiful wife again when she was alive, in the days when
he had love and fucking in the same woman. It would never be that way
for him again, he knew it somehow, he didn't know why ... but no woman
ever could match up to his beautiful wife ... no woman, not even
Desiree. Besides she was in love with the punk Holden and he knew it, I
might have given her a good fucking but it's that kid she wants, I can
feel it, he thought bitterly to himself. Still, she had serviced him
well, what could he complain about. He reached into his wallet and
pulled out a couple of hundred dollars.
"Here baby, a little something for you. Keep your mouth shut and come
again, there's more where that came from," he said gruffly.
* * *
Desiree took the money, brushing back the voice of her conscience which
told her she shouldn't do it. She rolled it up and as she was pulling
back on her costume she stuffed it into the inside of her bra. What's
done is done, she thought wistfully to herself, I can't go back now,
I'm in deep and I have Mitch and Julia to think about!
Chapter 5
Mitch Holden was quick to notice Desiree back on the floor again, he
tried to catch her eye but she seemed to be purposefully ignoring him.
Damn it ... he fumed to himself, hardly able to concentrate on his
guitar, I've got to talk to her at the next break. I've got to know if
she's forgiven me for my outrageous behavior today ... I've just got
to.
Desiree was well aware that Mitch was trying to get her attention but
she didn't feel that she could talk to him yet. She didn't know quite
what to say but she knew that she would have to cool him out for a
while, it wouldn't be good for him to be seen with her, the Chief of
Police might get nasty. She knew that he wanted her now, now that he
had enjoyed her so much she knew that it would go on for awhile, she
had to protect Mitch as best as she could but she didn't know how to do
that, not yet anyway, but she would find a way ... she had to!
It was the end of the evening however before Mitch finally was able to
talk with Desiree, she had managed to avoid him until that moment. She
had pulled her coat on and was hurrying through the trailer park to her
trailer when Mitch caught up with her.
"Mind if I walk with you," he asked anxiously, convinced now that she
was angry with him.
"I'm tired Mitch, I have to sleep," Desiree said feebly not wanting to
talk to her young lover.
"You don't love me anymore," Mitch pouted, tears bursting from his eyes
as he clutched Desiree's hand.
"It's not that, I just can't see you for a while. Please leave me alone
Mitch ... I need sometime by myself," Desiree said a little more firmly
now.
"If that's the way you want it," Mitch said angrily and ran off into
the night, leaving the older woman suddenly alone.
"Oh God, now I've lost him," Desiree thought as she stared into the
darkness after the receding figure. It's better this way though, he
won't get hurt this way ... at least I hope not!
* * *
"Julia, is your mother there, I want to talk to her," Mitch Holden said
tremblingly into the telephone.
"She's not home Mitch, she went to work earlier tonight, I don't know
why," Julia Patton said quietly, "but you could come to see me," she
added hopefully.
Julia Patton was fourteen and she was in love for the first time in her
life, the only problem was that she was in love with the boy who was in
love with her mother. Oh God! Why did life have to be so complicated
... she knew, deep in her heart she could never compete with her mother
and yet she wanted him so badly. It was painful for her to even see him
standing with her mother when she wanted so much to be the one. She
would love him too, not like her mother, she wouldn't give him a hard
time, she could really love him with all her heart and soul ... if only
he would let her.
Mitch was aware of the long silence on the telephone, he didn't know
what to say. He liked Julia Patton, she was a pretty girl but she
wasn't Desiree ... she just wasn't Desiree, that was the problem.
"Think I'll take a rain check this time, Julia, if you don't mind. I'll
see your mother later at the Club I guess, I had just hoped that I
could see her before work," the young boy said sadly. "Thanks Julia."
Julia Patton hung up the telephone and stared out of the window. I
don't care, she thought wildly to herself now, trying desperately to
combat the sexual feelings that were surging through her loins, I'll
get him if I can, that's all, mother or no mother... I want him too.
It's not fair that the boy I love should love my mother ... it's not
fair!
Desiree Patton had received a telephone call earlier in the day from
Jim Saunders asking her to work extra hours that evening and Desiree
had agreed. Apparently some big gambling party was going on in the
back-rooms and Tulip would be working the tables. That had left Jim a
little short-handed he told Desiree and he needed her to work. Desiree
readily agreed, she felt that she wanted to stay very busy to get her
mind off of Mitch, she couldn't stop thinking about him and working was
a good way to ease her confusion ... at least at the restaurant she had
too much to think about to worry.
The Restaurant was hopping when Desiree arrived, she'd never seen it
that way before, there were even two girls working the tables she'd
never worked with before either, apparently, they told her, they were
called in for special occasions. Desiree noticed that Janey wasn't
working either, she's probably doing her strip, she mused to herself.
Desiree had been shocked at first to find out that Janey sometimes did
a strip number in the back-rooms when a gambling party was going on ...
but this was the first time that such d party had happened since
Desiree had worked at the Restaurant. Sure turns everything upside
down, she thought to herself.
* * *
A plan was brewing in Jim Saunders mind. He was satisfied now that the
Chief liked Desiree and he felt that that gave him a little leeway with
Tulip. Jim Saunders had wanted to make it with Tulip for a long time
but the Chief had had the hots for her and to Jim that was hands off.
Tonight though, the Chief had told Jim that he wanted Desiree, in fact
he had told him, until further notice I don't want any other woman but
Desiree. Jim had never known the Chief to be so taken with one girl,
even Tulip serviced him along with several others but now he wanted
only Desiree ... he had the hots for her alright ... and for her alone.
The Club owner sauntered into the back-room now and eyed the gambling
tables. Only rich men came here to gamble, others would die at the
amounts won and lost. It was a private game, only known to the inner
circle and totally protected by the Chief of Police ... it was a cinch
and it made Jim Saunders a fat package of money whenever a game
happened.
Janey was already in the room giving the boys a little floor show, that
was also part of the deal and Jim liked to give his customers
satisfaction. The seductive chestnut haired girl was writhing and
undulating now to the music coming through from the Club, she was
throwing her fantastic body around to the Dead beat's rhythm, her
voluptuous body making every man in the room ooze with desire.
Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she moved
with the powerful rhythm of the music. Suddenly she picked up a dildo
from behind her and slowly and languously moved it lovingly over the
hot flesh of her inner thighs, then she moved it up her almost nude
body to her bare breasts and held it out, nipple jutting toward the
near-mesmerized audience. She turned her ass around now to reveal her
almost naked buttocks, wobbling and tensing at the audience. Jim
watched her as she gradually bent her slim back forward, leaning away
from the men that were gaping at her almost breathlessly, until the
breadth of her lush buttocks was jutting toward them and rotating
gently as if in obscene invitation. Then slowly and sensually she did
her panties down over her body until now she was totally naked, her
strong shapely thighs spread slightly and as she leaned down her black-
haired vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators, the thin,
pink, dividing slit yet unopened to them, She lay the dildo on the
floor in front of her, then reached back with her white slender arms
and gently pulled apart her buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an
even more lewd gesture her tiny pink wrinkled anus between, as if she
were welcoming a sodomizing attack.
Around her little, revealed rectum, a few jet black hairs fringed to
taunt the men even more-so while her bottom rotated as if on its own
axis in time to the stimulating music. Then she moved her hands away
from her anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down her thighs
to the floor where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick from where
it lay.
Jim ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside her shorts as
he watched Janey ... then he gasped as she opened her legs wide,
spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself backward in
a lithe double-jointed posture, until her hands reached the floor
behind her head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and once
more her vaginal lips were presented head-on to the men. With a
gymnastic dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs until
she was practically looking the men in the face, concentrated ... and
finally, her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly
smiling at an audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that
she performed the impossible ... slowly raising her right hand
containing the thick, long phallus; she eased the smooth round head
between the damp, pink open lips of her cunt, and while the crowd
stared with feverish, salacious eyes, she slowly, tantalizingly,
pressed the heavy white shaft into the small, elasticized mouth of her
vagina, the coral-hued ring expanding across the room, the massive
cudgel continued to disappear inside her swallowing moist pink hole
almost to its entirety.
Jim Saunders felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he
watched Janey's licentious. performance before the hot, flushed faces
of her half drunk, lust-aroused group of gamblers. He looked across at
Tulip waiting on them and knew that he had to have her, he just had to
fuck Tulip and tonight was his chance. The Chief hadn't arrived yet and
besides when he did he would ask for Desiree, he already knew that.
Janey had almost finished her act and could take over the bar for
Tulip. He motioned to Al, his assistant.
"Listen Al, as soon as Janey finishes her act, send Tulip upstairs,"
the Club owner commanded his assistant.
"Sure Boss, does the Chief want her," Al asked innocently, unaware of
any change in plan.
"Not tonight, but I do Al. Keep your mouth shut though, I don't want to
scare Tulip off."
"Sure Boss, sure, I'll bring her up to you," grinned Al lewdly, now
fully aware of his employer's intentions.
* * *
Back in his own office, Jim Saunders paced the room. He didn't take
many women, not many appealed to him but Tulip had for a long time and
now he was going to get his chance with her. He felt his cock pulsating
inside his pants and unzipping them he began to fondle its bloated
purple head, murmuring to his cock as he did so, "not long now baby,
not long now."
Jim Saunders moved over to his bar and made up a batch of martinis, he
knew Tulip liked them, then he slipped a little aphrodisiac into the
drink, the one that the Chief liked to use sometimes and sitting down
in his armchair he waited anxiously for Tulip.
Then there was a knock on his door, "Come in," Jim Saunders called out
and the door opened to reveal the beautiful young Tulip, her long, jet
black hair tumbling over her white shoulders, a look of surprise on her
face.
"You wanted to see me Jim," she inquired nervously.
"Sure, come in Tulip, take a seat," Jim said formally. "Here have a
drink," he said quickly pouring one of the fatal drinks for Tulip,
being careful not to mix it up with his already poured drink.
"Thanks Jim, don't mind if I do. It's mad tonight."
"I know, the gambling nights always are, this is only your second, am I
right?"
"Right and this one seems wilder than the last."
Not as wild as it's going to get, thought Jim sadistically to himself
as he drank in the beautiful body of his employee.
"Does the Chief want to see me," Tulip asked, certain that the answer
was going to be yes.
"Not tonight Tulip."
"Oh," Tulip said a little crestfallen. She was fully aware that Desiree
had gone into see the Chief after her last night and now she felt
insecure. She didn't want her nose to be put out by someone new and
that was what she suspected was happening. Suddenly the young girl
began to feel a little strange, as if the room were receding, nothing
seemed quite real to her anymore. She took a long drink of her martini
to steady her nerves but found that it only served to make her feel
even stranger.
"What's wrong Tulip," Jim Saunders asked with mock concern.
"I don't know I feel strange," Tulip answered.
"Lie down on the couch Tulip, you'll feel better in a moment," Jim said
solicitously helping the young girl to the couch.
Tulip lay down on the couch but it didn't help, the room seemed to be
dissolving and now what was happening, the boss was sliding her panties
down her body and spreading her legs, oh no ... oh God! What was the
Boss doing to her, she felt hands on her naked buttocks and down
through the crevice toward the open flesh of her vagina.
Slowly and sensually Jim Saunders massaged the naked girl's buttocks,
unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand and slipping it off, changing
hands to make sure that he never left Tulip's body for a moment.
Tulip was hardly aware what was happening except that her boss was
massaging her naked buttocks and it felt good even though it was
strange. She wanted to struggle but she couldn't, she felt that all the
life had gone out of her body, she felt like air and yet she couldn't
fly, all she could do was to lie on the couch. Suddenly she looked up
and to her horror she saw that her Boss was naked and before she could
stop him, he was leaping on top of her, pulling off her flimsy bra top
until she was entirely naked and helplessly pinned beneath him. His
hungry hands were clutching at her naked breasts, tweaking her nipples
and tears of hot shame began to cascade down her cheeks. She wanted the
Chief of Police she didn't want Jim Saunders, she didn't want him to
touch her ... Oh God! he was slimy. "Please stop," she begged, "please
stop!"
Then Jim jumped off the young girl and grabbed a statue from the table
and threw himself back onto her. He planted himself between her full
white thighs, resting on his knees, the delicious slit of her pink,
naked cunt open to him, and he stretched her soft buttocks apart so
that he could see her rosy anus. Then, all of a sudden, he began to
wield the long sleek statue down her buttocks with fury, letting it
sink in.
"Alright you bitch, so you don't want me, you want the Chief, is that
it. I'm slimy you think, I know, I've heard you say that before. Well,
it's my turn now baby, it's my turn. The Chief doesn't want you, he's
got another trick and I get what he discards and he's discarded you
Tulip baby ... but I want you, I want you, do you hear that ... I want
you."
And then in a sadistic frenzy having been denied her for so long, he
pressed her legs as far apart as they would go and jammed the head of
the statue at her tiny, defenseless anus. She screamed and writhed
furiously ... but vainly as the wooden figure's head popped inside the
strained pink raised ring of her sphincter and began to penetrate with
the heavy pressure he was applying. His teeth clenched and a savage
grin contorted his hawk-like face. Her half-muffled grunts and moans
hammered against his ears like pleas for more, and he gave it to her,
his eyes blurring in his crazed frenzy, the ebony figure reminding him
of a black-man's cock as he plunged it savagely in and out of the pink,
clinging hole between her luscious white buttocks, watching the
incredible stretch of the slit in her behind with eyes that blazed.
At last, when she was nearly out of her mind from the barbarous attack
on her anal passage, he bent over her and grabbed a pillow, stuffing
its size and weight between her spread legs and wedging it against the
protruding base of the statue growing out of her lewdly stretched
asshole so that she couldn't by straining, force it from her passage,
then he crawled to the head of the couch and faced her, forcing his
feet and legs down beneath her outstretched arms until his crotch
rested below her face, and entwining his hand in her long hair he
jerked her head upright until with clenched, tear-filled eyes, she was
facing him.
"Alright Tulip, you like to play with dildos, just like Janey, well now
it's going to be the real thing. Suck that prick, damn you, and eat it
like you've never eaten cock before."
Tulip had never known such horrifying agony before. She'd done a lot of
things in her time, had a lot of different objects up her cunt in her
work but this was the worst. She felt the hot tears gushing from her
eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness
that rose in her throat. She had stopped jerking and struggling,
realizing in dazed panic that her only respite from the torment was to
lay deathly still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of
this lust-crazed animal whose only desire was revenge and satisfaction
for his warped passions. I should have known he was weird, thought
Tulip to herself as she remembered all the times she turned around and
caught him watching her, his eyes narrowed. He's just been waiting for
the Chief to tire of me to do this wretched act to me, the fucking
bastard, she fumed to herself as the pain from the object locked in her
rectum flooding her whole body.
At first, when he tried to force himself beneath her, she endeavored to
fight him, but that, too, was useless. She was nothing more than a
lowly slave ... all she'd ever been really, since she'd come to work
for him. She had been a slave to the Chief of Police she knew it and
yet she had loved him and now she had been cast aside without a word
because he'd taken up with Desiree, life just wasn't fair!
Resigned now, she let him open her lips with his fingers and slide his
heavy cock into the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. She felt it
slither up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with
its fleshy hardness. He held her head firm with his hand wound in her
hair and began to fuck upward into her face viciously, causing her to
gag as he rammed and forced her head down until his rod went halfway
into her throat, its full-length almost disappearing between her soft,
ovaled lips. She struggled for breath and he laughed as she managed to
desperately catch small gasps of air on her every upstroke.
Oh God! she moaned inwardly, the very helplessness of her position
racing through her half-drugged mind as the earlier, animal excitement
she had felt, weirdly began to trickle through her once more, causing
an unexplainable masochistic hunger to start churning in her belly, and
a low animalish moan escaped from her lips around his enlivened
ruttishness. Subconsciously, she began to undulate her lewdly impaled
buttocks, pressing back against the wedged pillow between her thighs as
she clenched and unclenched her rectal and cuntal muscles at the hard,
foreign shaft boring deep into her obscenely gaping anus.
She found herself sucking more hungrily, if hatefully, at the hardened
prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating lewdly with his
vicious up-sawing moves, while her tongue began to explore its ridges
and wrinkles, licking wildly and swirling about the blood-engorged
head, the tip probing uncontrollably into the tiny seeping split at its
end. She couldn't conceive of what was happening to her ... the driving
carnal desire in her befogged mind was without basis ... yet to suck
and lick at his continually expanding cock until this vile pig whom she
now hated, pumped his lascivious hot sperm down her throat was all that
she could suddenly think of. Just that singular thought alone had
instigated a mounting pressure in her own loins, as if she were
sadistically going to draw the very sap of his existence from the core
of his foul being in punishment for the hate-filled, sweet, agonizing
pleasure-torment that he was subjecting her to ... and, then, he was
abruptly pulling away from her, jerking her head upward by her long
black hair and drawing his glistening rod from between her hungrily
clinging lips.
"Wait you fucking bitch," he hissed, as she refused to let him go.
Tulip amazed herself now by whimpering at the loss of the prick in her
mouth feeling a sense of denial at vengeance, then she spat at him,
showing her clenched white teeth in an expression of vicious hate.
"You filthy, slimy pig," she hissed, "you slimy pig!"
Jim Saunders only laughed, holding her hands so that she couldn't
extract the statue from her pulsating cunt-lips, he rolled her to her
side now and jumped onto the couch, so that his cock was again shoved
at her face while his own mouth was perfectly situated before the pink
slit between her legs.
At first Tulip began to kick at him with her legs but he quickly
subdued the effort by slipping his arm beneath it, forcing her leg up
over his side where he could hold it securely, the move exposing her
whole crotch area to him and causing her cunt to flower open, the moist
coral hued flesh a scene of delight to his blazing eyes, while the
salacious sight of the ebony figurine growing out of her wide stretched
rectum and up between her luscious white buttocks, offered a
contrasting color spectacle that set his perverted lust-twisted mind
into a spasm of depraved glee.
"Now Tulip baby, I'm really going to drive you out of your mind, I'm
going to make up for all those times that I've wanted you and had to
watch you go to the Chief." Furiously he ground his face into her
crotch opening his mouth wide and gluing it to the open lips of her
moist, naked cunt slamming his tongue into her, thrusting it stiffly up
into the smooth velvety sleeve of her vagina, and feeling the
lubricated walls of raw flesh begin an immediate opening and closing
around it as a shudder passed over her whole body and she groaned
aloud.
"Oh ... oh, you ... you slimy cunt licker!" she hissed through clenched
teeth down at him, while uncontrollably her hand reached out and
clutched his thick pulsing cock poised before her face.
She stared at the heaviness of his hair-covered balls, then cupped them
tightly in her one free hand as if to appraise the quantity of hot
sperm bloating them, wild sensations of sadomasochistic pleasure
beginning to rage frenziedly through her once more as the vile creature
whose mouth was locked fiendishly to her cunt started to lick and suck,
then nibble and bite at the elongated bud of her clitoris, while
simultaneously he began to saw the impaling huge statue in and out of
her tortured back passage.
The sounds that emitted from her own throat from the debased and
ecstatically tormenting punishment he was inflicting upon her were
unrecognizable to the lovely black-haired prisoner in her mind-drugged
state, and all of a sudden, she grasped his long, thick, jerking pole
of flesh, ripped back its heavy foreskin and slipped her already
sucking mouth warmly over it.
Jim groaned against the warm raw flesh of her opened moist cunt as he
felt her hot mouth around his prick once more, sucking voraciously
while her velvety tongue licked and swirled and immediately he began a
thrusting hip movement, driving his swollen, aching rod deeper and
deeper toward her throat while he chewed and sucked viciously at her
clitoris and continued to ram the ebony statue in and out of her
undulating ass.
The luscious cunt, bitch, whore! His lust-demented brain screamed. She
was going out of her mind ... loving every minute of it ... even as she
hated him! He was smashing his cock into her face, its knob slithering
right down her throat and she wasn't retreating an inch ... only coming
forward to meet his every plunge. He could feel her nose and lips
against his testicles at the apex of every thrust, and now she had them
cradled in her hand, cupping, squeezing, milking them as if to force
his load into her mouth and throat.
The ravaged enchantment taking place at her crotch, rippling through
her loins and belly, was almost more than Tulip could bear. She was
either going to lose, or had already lost, her complete sanity. All
sense of control seemed gone. She couldn't get enough of his depraved,
sadistic tormenting of her lust-incited body. He was chewing like an
animal at the tender, sensitive inner-flesh of her cunt, his reptilian
teeth nearly devouring the inflamed nerve-lexus of her clitoris, while
the barbaric instrument of torture he continued to batter into her
rectum with demoniacal frenzy all the way to her bowels had made a
raging inferno of mind-shattering, every building pressure that had to
burst soon or she would surely go insane ... stark raving mad!
Oh, the vile, slimy, cunt-eating bastard! her mind screamed in passion-
hate. I'll suck the goddamned marrow from your slithering bones! I'll
drag the lining out of your balls, you filthy snake! Damn you! Damn
you! I despise you! I ... I ... I love you! Oh shit ... oh fuck, cunt,
cock suck me! Eat me like a cannibal you filthy whore's son!
While I chew the life-juice from your prick ... Oh ... oh ... let me
have it! Give it to me! Shoot hot cum into my mouth ... down my throat
... fill my belly ... you cunt-licking, evil snake!
And all of a sudden, she began to sink her teeth into his prick as he
rammed in and out of her face, leaving tiny white half-painful furrows
along its lengthy shaft, while her hand squeezed with exerted pressure
his already aching, bloated balls, and in response he brutally plunged
the ridged, ebony statue up her ass, biting and sucking at the same
time with animal-like frenzy at her wet grinding cunt, the sudden,
piquant salty taste of blood the necessary ingredient to spill his
overflowing reservoir of heated sperm.
It struck him with the sharp sweet pain of a million needles being
driven into his loins and belly simultaneously! He was going to cum!
Christ! His asshole was beginning to unravel ...!
His prick jerking in her mouth telegraphed his pending climax to
Tulip's passion-contorted brain, and the anticipation of his
ejaculation was enough to trigger her own orgasm. She clutched at his
throbbing balls and drew his bony loins as close to her face as she
could while she thrust his straining cock down her throat, her lips
ovaled and sucking tightly at its thick base, her tongue rubbing and
licking wildly at the pulsating shaft ...
And then it came, she grunted and moaned around his pumping cock in her
mouth as the orgiastic upheaval deep in her own quivering belly burst
in a stream of blissful sensations of release and thick white fluid
filled Jim Saunder's gaping mouth and began to dribble out to saturate
her feverish crotch. His pulsating cock began to jerk and squirt into
her then, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into
her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she
swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing
from it. She swallowed in thick, hungry gulps, as if fearful of losing
a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from the
corners of her mouth as the spent prick began to deflate, yet, she
continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery
sperm from his now limp, flaccid cock.
"You loved every minute of it, Tulip, you know you did," the older man
sneered at her still writhing body.
She had loved it, it was true but Tulip would never let the Club owner
know that. She hated him for tricking her, for bringing her to his
room. She hated the Chief of Police for dropping her and she hated
Desiree for being the one who was now in favor. She would get back on
all of them, she was sure of that ... she didn't know yet how she would
do it, but she would revenge herself ... she would! And most of all she
hated her Boss, Jim Saunders!
Chapter 6
Mitch Holden watched Desiree as she came back into the Restaurant from
the back rooms, he knew there was a gambling party going on there
tonight but he didn't think that was where she had come from. Janey or
Tulip usually worked those rooms. Could she be seeing the Chief of
Police, Alex Cranston ... oh no dear God! Please say it isn't possible,
the young boy thought wildly to himself, feeling his heart contract at
the sight of the woman he loved swaying sexily across the room. I've
got to talk to her, I've just got to, he thought with mounting emotion
and not thinking of either her job or his, he moved over to her at the
bar.
"Desiree where have you been," he whispered between tightly clenched
teeth.
"Mitch ... Oh my God! Don't talk to me here, you'll get me fired!"
Desiree answered, wildly looking around the room for the Boss.
"I don't give a fuck, where have you been?" he murmured. "Have you been
with Cranston?"
"It's none of your damn business Mitch, I told you to get out of my
life and I meant it ... I don't need another child, I already have
Julia."
Mitch Holden stepped back now, stung to the core of his being by his
love's harsh words. He looked deeply into her face but he couldn't read
her true feelings, perhaps she meant it then, perhaps she didn't love
him anymore ... oh God ... he wanted to die, he just wanted to die. Not
thinking about the rest of the group, not caring if they lost the gig
or not, the young lover ran out of the restaurant into the night. He
wanted to die, felt sick, Desiree had been with Cranston he was sure of
it now and she had called him a child ... oh God, he wanted to die!
* * *
Julia Patton was crossing the trailer park, coming back from the ice-
cream parlor where she had been hanging out with her friend Rachel when
she saw Mitch Holden stumbling around. He seemed to be drunk or
something, she didn't know what but she knew that he needed her help
and without another thought she spurted across the trailer park to his
side.
She was so embarrassed for him when she arrived to find that he was
crying and she almost wished that she hadn't gone to him, but the deed
was done now and she was there.
"Julia, what are you doing here," he groaned.
"Are you alright Mitch?" the young girl asked the boy she loved,
anxiously.
"I'm fine. Look Julia, can I come to your trailer and talk with you for
a while," he asked, almost begged.
"Sure," Julia said, knowing full well it had something to do with her
mother but not caring, happy to have a few moments with the handsome
young boy herself.
Back in the trailer, Mitch Holden asked Julia if she had any liquor and
as soon as the young girl produced it, he began to drink rapidly, first
one, then another becoming drunk and slurred in his speaking almost
immediately.
All he thinks about is my mother, Julia Patton thought petulantly to
herself, surveying her beautiful fourteen year old body in the mirror,
why doesn't he look at me for a change. I won't make him cry, she
thought naively.
Unnoticed by the sullen young man, Julia poured herself a stiff drink
and holding her nose she gulped it down. If he's going to drink, I'd
better get loose she thought wildly to herself and anyway then I won't
care, I just won't care that he doesn't love me.
Mitch Holden was slipping into a drunken stupor, he wanted to die, he'd
lost Desiree he was sure of that now and he just wanted to die. He
looked up to talk to Julia but she wasn't there and Desiree was
standing there in her stead. "What!" he said reaching out and grabbing
the young girl in his arms and crushing her into his body, his hot
mouth plunging down onto hers, his tongue plunging between her soft
lips, beyond the barrier of teeth and deep to the point of choking her.
She felt his hands cupping her buttocks as the swelling bulge in the
front of his pants pressed into her softly quivering belly.
Automatically she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles
that had seemed to burst into being in her virginal loins, seeming to
spur her on.
At last he came up for air, breathing heavily into her face. "Well,
Desiree, I've got you now."
Julia gasped as she realized that Mitch thought he was giving himself
to her mother but she didn't care, if this was the only way she was
going to have him, she just didn't care!
She felt Mitch's mouth now crushing onto hers, his tongue smashing
against the hot petals of her lips, his right hand moving beneath her
sweater, upward along the naked flesh of her trembling ribs to her
full, bra-covered breast and smothering it in his hand, his long
fingers kneading and caressing through the material while the breath
seeped helplessly out of her.
"Desiree, oh Desiree," the drunken boy mumbled.
Julia was quivering with strange, intensified feelings she had never
known existed; her loins tingled hotly, moistly, between her legs at
his wonderful masculine nearness; still she struggled lightly. In truth
his lust was frightening her and she didn't quite know what to do, she
wanted him and yet she was afraid.
She felt him kissing her passionately now, his hand creeping up beneath
her sweater to fumble at her back with the fastener of her bra, while
his warm, wet mouth and tongue moved eagerly over her face. She
realized that all sense of time and place were leaving her as her
mother's lover urged her on.
"Desiree, oh Desiree," Mitch moaned again.
"Mitch, Mitch, it's not Desiree, it's Julia," the young girl said
suddenly shaking the boy to his senses.
Mitch's eyes began to focus now in his drunken stupor, oh God, he was
kissing Julia, it wasn't Desiree it was her daughter Julia. It was then
that a wicked plan began to form in the boy's mind. Desiree had fucked
Alex Cranston, he would make love to Julia, he would get his own back
on Desiree, he would fuck her daughter.
"Oh Julia," he groaned, "I know it's you, I know that now and I want
you, it's you I want Julia," the young boy moaned in his pain and
anguish.
Breathlessly now, Julia gasped into Mitch's mouth as his hand slipped
around and beneath her loosened brassiere to caress the smooth, firm
flesh of her now throbbing breast, the nipple hardening erectly as he
pinched and rolled it gently between the thumb and forefinger, raising
further unbelievable passion inside her, overwhelming any shame that
she might have.
"I mean it, Julia baby," Mitch breathed hotly into her mouth, running
his hand down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and
along her outer, covered thigh, then behind and up to press beneath and
cup the softness of her buttocks, "I'm going to fuck you ... and you're
going to love it ... every second of it."
"Mitch ... Mitch!" she gasped. "We ... I ... Oh, we shouldn't!"
Julia's brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had
swept over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her
mother, interspersed with the face of Mitch Holden, fleeting in and out
of her mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her along with its
complete meaning ricocheted erotically through her aroused senses. Yet,
even as she tried to oppose him, she sensed the barriers of her
restrain crumbling rapidly, the very sound of his use of lewd,
unspeakable words strangely exciting her.
"Yes ... yes, we can, baby," he whispered softly, covering her mouth
with his and sucking at her lips, his hands suddenly moving to unzip
the zipper at the back of her slacks. "I'm going to slip my cock right
up into that tight, cherry cunt of yours, gently and sweetly ... hold
your luscious ass tight in my hands and fuck my cock into your pussy
until you swear you're in heaven," he hissed as she stared fixedly up
into his eyes, her breathing increasing with every licentious, but
passion-building word that came from his lips. "But first, I'm going to
lick and suck that little hole between your legs like you've never
dreamed of in your lifetime ..." he went on, his hand slipping down
inside the loosened waist of her slacks over the flat plane of her
quivering belly, and slowly down to the thin, nylon covered swell of
her pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal
lips beneath. "And you're going to love me for it, baby ... love and
beg me to fuck and suck and fuck you ..."
"Ohhhhh God," Julia whimpered, breathing heavily, her arms clutching
tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion
that completely bewildered her, desire that her vibrantly aroused young
body could not, and did not want to harness.
She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth,
while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down inside
her slacks pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina, and
she knew that she was going to let him ... let him do whatever in this
world he wanted to her!
"Are you ready, baby ...?" Ready to become a woman?" he whispered,
suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then
abruptly lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and
fucked ... made love to fully for the first time in your life ...?"
"Oh God ... Oh God, yes ... yes, Mitch darling," she blurted, hardly
realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me ... please,
love me... Make me a woman, my darling ...!"
Mitch Holden could hardly believe the passion choked response that
gasped from her soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the
heat and aroma of her young hot breath was setting him crazy,
forgetting his goddamned revenge on her mother ... forgetting
everything else in the world except the pagan magnificence of this
virginal creature in his arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!
She clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her head on his
shoulder and he carried her whimpering and mewling into her bedroom.
There in the darkness, he kissed her again and felt her tongue slide
into his mouth with a wantonness he'd bet she never realized she
possessed. His prick throbbed and strained in his pant-leg, until he
was certain it was going to break, rip out by the roots, if he didn't
release it soon.
"Oh God, darling ... I'm afraid ... I'm afraid," she whined, "I want to
... I do ... but I'm afraid ..."
Mitch felt her hot tears against his face. "It's alright Julia ... it's
alright. You want to be a woman, don't you ... don't you," he slurred
in his drunken state.
"Yes ... yes ... yessss ...!"
"Then, don't be afraid Julia," he reassured her. "I'll be gentle ...
and we'll make beautiful love ... fuck to our hearts content ... really
find and love each other ... until every muscle in our bodies are
relaxed and filled with love. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes ... oh yes, darling ... I want you to! I do!" she gasped.
Mitch Holden knew that Julia wanted him, he had always known that Julia
wanted him but until now he had only eyes for Desiree. He couldn't stop
now however, his cock was like an ax-handle. Shit, he'd rape her if she
tried to stop him. He put her down and said. "Do you want to undress
yourself baby?"
"Yes, but let's do it quickly Mitch, I'm frightened, please touch me
... please hold me."
Julia Patton began to remove her clothes, but almost hypnotically, her
mind spinning, she could hear the rustle of Mitch's clothes and
suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that in
moments she would be in bed naked with the boy she loved ... her
handsome, wonderful Mitch, with his hot hard flesh pressed tightly
against her own, his thing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of
making love to her. Oh God, mother, you'll just have to understand ...
I love him! I love him! He was meant for me ... not for you ... don't
you see mother, Mitch was meant for me!
Suddenly Mitch was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as
she stood there with her flimsy nylon panties her last covering. She
felt his lips on her naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the
little bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered, delighted at his
touch.
He said nothing, only let his hands slide upward over her hot, satiny
flesh to her large, full pointed breasts, his hot, sensitive hands
slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed
entrancingly against her unleashed nipples that had burst into
hardness.
"Christ, they're absolutely spectacular baby," groaned Mitch as he
caressed the fourteen year old girl's breasts.
She felt his hands massaging and kneading and stroking her vibrant
naked breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard cherry nipples and rolling
them between his fingers, causing unknown erotic fermentations to spasm
blissfully through her whole body. Then, he was moving around in front
of her, she stood perfectly still, her hands by her sides, trembling
wildly from the excitement swirling through her. He lowered his head,
cupped her breast and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his
hot, wet mouth. Julia swayed in the darkness, the overwhelming rapture
causing her to nearly lose her balance.
"Take off your panties," he said still holding her breast, and she did,
rolling them down her hips and bending forward; he took both breasts
then, one in each hand and held them until she straightened, her
panties in a useless pile on the floor at her feet, finally kissing and
sucking each one individually.
Mitch couldn't believe her firm young tits, so full, so hot and
wanting. She was more than the replica of her mother ... she was her
mother! He was going to take his revenge on Desiree, she whom he loved
most of all, she who had allowed herself to be touched by the vile
Chief of Police, that dirty old man, he would take his revenge on her,
he would fuck her daughter!
He moved toward her on the bed and as he did so she reached up and
wrapped her tender young arms around his neck. He rammed his tongue
into her throat, one hand traversing over her breasts and down her
side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her
hot, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparsely
covered pubic hair as her breath burst from her lungs with the shock
his fingers brought her; then, searchingly, he discovered her tiny
excited clitoris. He tweaked and pinched it, raising gasps that exuded
into his mouth, and then he ran his fingers downward through the
sensitive, undefiled flesh to the small unbroken opening of her vagina.
While his tongue fucked into her hungrily receptive mouth, he slipped
his middle finger very slowly up into the damp, tiny hole of her
maiden-head ... into the unpenetrated passage of her quivering vagina
...
Oh God, he groaned inwardly to himself as he felt the delicious
moistness of the fourteen year old girl, I'm going to lose my mind, I
really am. Forgive me Desiree, forgive me, his brain swirled wildly,
but you hurt me and now I'm going to hurt you so that you'll know what
it's like ... but oh God! This girl feels so good, so very good ... ah
... so very good!
* * *
When Mitch had left the restaurant a little earlier, Desiree had
watched him through one of the side windows. She had seen her daughter
Julia run over to him and knew that she would probably talk with him
and comfort him ... this didn't worry Desiree at all. She knew Julia
had a soft spot for Mitch, although she had no idea of her daughter's
true feelings for her young lover, and she was relieved that she was
there to take his mind off of her.
She was in a quandry, she didn't know what to do... she loved Mitch she
now realized so much that it really freaked her out that she might lose
him. He obviously realized that she had made love with the Chief of
Police and she was afraid that this news would turn him away from her.
What could she do ... how could she get out of the tangled web she was
ensnared in.
After half an hour had gone by however, Desiree was worried. Mitch
still hadn't come back to the Club and the band was looking for him,
they were due back on stage in five minutes. Desiree found Jim Saunders
and told him that she had to go to her trailer for a moment, she told
him that she was worried about her daughter Julia. "I won't be more
than five minutes, I promise Jim," she pleaded with the older man.
"Okay, as long as your tables are covered," Jim Saunders said, "but
make sure you're not more than five minutes."
Assuring him that she wouldn't be, Desiree threw on her coat and made
her way over to her trailer. Mitch and Julia had been alone for half an
hour, what could they be doing ... for some reason, Desiree Patton was
worried and she intended to find out what the cause of her instinctive
concern was!
She opened the door to the trailer quietly, it was dark, the only light
coming from Julia's bedroom ... it was then she heard the telltale
sounds coming from the bedroom that almost made her kill Mitch Holden
on the spot!
"Oooohhh!" Julia lurched, as Mitch's hot moist lips closed over the
soft pubic mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed liquid,
tantalizing kisses being ravished on the hair-lined slit of her wildly
palpitating pussy ... just as he had promised, his tongue flicking
snakelike at the soft, quivering opening. Every muscle in her body
taunted at the insanely pleasurable licking of her still-closed vagina
while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy rolled from her lips. My God, he
had said it ... said he would lick and suck her cunt ... but ... oh
God!
Suddenly Julia heard a scream, "Stop! Stop it, damn you Mitch Holden.
Stop it, or I'll kill you!" screamed Desiree as she stared down at her
daughter and her young lover naked on the bed.
Julia gasped as she looked at her mother. She had never seen her in
such a wild state in her life before, she really did look as if she
would kill Mitch, maybe even kill her.
"Get off her you bastard!" she screamed again.
Mitch Holden was horror-struck, it had never occurred to him that
Desiree would find him, in fact the very presence of her in the room
sobered him immediately and he began to sob uncontrollably.
"Forgive me, forgive me Desiree, I was out of my mind, I wanted to get
my own back on you for what you did."
"You fucking bastard," Desiree screamed now, unaware of what she was
saying, "I did it for you and for Julia, I was blackmailed ... Alex
Cranston said he would bust you if I didn't, and God knows what he
would do to Julia."
Suddenly Desiree Patton crumbled like a rag doll on the bed, it was all
too much for her and she began to cry like a baby, allowing Mitch to
hold her in his arms and to stroke her head tenderly as if she were a
baby. "Don't cry baby," he groaned over and over again.
"Did you fuck her, did you," sobbed Desiree.
"No, I didn't Desiree, I only kissed her," Mitch confessed to his
mistress.
"I wanted him to fuck me mother, do you hear I wanted him to. I love
him too!" sobbed the young Julia, suddenly jumping up from the bed and
locking herself in the bathroom.
"You shouldn't have done it Mitch, you shouldn't have used Julia to get
your own back on me, it wasn't fair."
"I know, I know, Oh God! I'm so embarrassed," the young boy cried once
again.
It was in this position that Jim Saunders and Alex Cranston found
Desiree and Mitch as they burst into the small trailer. "I knew it, I
knew it," Alex Cranston snarled as he saw his favorite mistress
embroiled in the arms of the young rock and roll musician. "I knew that
she was cheating on me ... I just knew it."
"Oh my God!" gasped Desiree as she looked up and saw the Chief of
Police, Alex Cranston, the man she had fucked only an hour ago,
standing angrily over her, accompanied by Jim Saunders the owner of the
Club. "Get out of my house!" she screamed, "get out!"
"Not before I get my due baby. Like a sucker I was falling in love with
you," growled Alex Cranston, "but I caught myself just in time. You're
just like all the rest of the women in the world, you want one thing
and one thing only, my cock, forget about everything else."
Desiree Patton stared in amazement at the older man. My God! she
thought to herself, he's deranged, he's not sane. He was the one to
take me in the first place. There was never any talk of love between
us, he knew that I loved Mitch ... what's wrong with him, he looks
absolutely evil to me right now... absolutely evil ... he looks like
the devil incarnate!
Chapter 7
"Rip, get in here," commanded Alex Cranston to his dog and at his
bidding the enormous German Shepherd slunk into the trailer.
"Now we're all here," the Chief of Police sneered.
It was at that moment that young Julia Patton came out of the bathroom,
totally unaware of what was going on inside her home. As soon as he saw
her Mitch tried to head her off to tell her to run for help but Jim
Saunders saw him and thrust his fist into his jaw causing Mitch to fall
to the floor helpless.
"Mom, what's happening," cried out young Julia in distress.
Immediately Jim Saunders grabbed her and gagged her mouth, dragging her
over to the Chief of Police. Julia had slipped on her bathrobe but was
totally naked underneath it.
"So this is your little baby, Desiree ... some baby," Alex Cranston
chuckled as he looked at the succulent young girl trembling before him.
"Bring her closer Jim," he grinned lewdly, spreading his legs on the
bed so that Julia could see his obscenely naked hairy loins and huge
genitals completely exposed before her.
Julia couldn't believe what her eyes were actually witnessing, and
suddenly she wanted to cry out and run to her mother but her wrists
were still caught by the Club owner. But then, the other man's hands
caught her wrist and gently drew her to him, while his other big hand
began to move over her body. His hands were light and gentle as they
moved over her body, feeling and squeezing ... her breasts, her waist,
her thighs, legs and buttocks, and once more the strange sensations she
had experienced with Mitch rippled through her, even as she trembled
apprehensively before him.
"She's quite a baby, Jim ... almost as good as her mother," grinned
Alex Cranston sadistically.
"No ... oh my God ... no, Alex, don't touch her," pleaded Desiree. "You
promised me you wouldn't harm my child."
"And you promised me you wouldn't step out on me. You broke your
promise baby," growled Alex unreasonably.
"I'll do anything you want me to Alex, but don't touch Julia," sobbed
Desiree looking over to Mitch, who still lay unconscious on the floor.
"Please don't touch her Alex, she's a virgin, don't touch her," she
sobbed.
"Ah, all the better, hear that Jim, she's a virgin," grinned Alex
Cranston lewdly. "Now it's been many a year since I've had a virgin."
Desiree Patton began to sob uncontrollably now and lurched forward to
beat her fists on the Chief of Police but Jim Saunders was too fast for
her, he grabbed her and carried her over to the bed, producing some
rope from his pocket and a small knife he bound the struggling woman to
the bed, spread-eagling her legs so that even in her skimpy costume the
tiny slit of her vagina could be seen peeking from the crotch-band of
her panties.
"Alright Jim," sneered Alex Cranston, "how about we have a mother-
daughter party."
"No, no," screamed Desiree wildly, trying with all her might to free
herself from her bonds.
"It's alright Mom, don't worry, it's alright," the young girl sobbed
thinking of how she had almost killed her mother earlier by making love
with her young lover.
Alex Cranston was reflective for a moment, deep inside of his heart he
was sad. He had begun to love Desiree in a way that he hadn't felt for
a woman since his wife died, but the years of hanging out at the Club
and using and abusing women as he pleased had warped him. All sense of
reason had left him and now the only thing that he could think of was
to revenge Desiree. He was angry because she didn't love him, he knew
that when he fucked her he gave her what no man had ever given her and
yet her heart still belonged to the young punk who was unconscious on
the floor. He felt as if a knife had been thrust through his heart. He
had almost fallen for Desiree but thankfully he had caught himself in
time ... she was just like all the other women he had fucked in his
life ... no good ... she was a cunt, just like all the rest. He would
revenge her, he would ravish her virginal daughter!
"Tie that bastard up, in case he wakes," Alex commanded Jim Saunders.
"Now come here my dear," he smiled to the virginal young Julia.
Julia Patton knew what was about to happen and she knew that she would
go through with it, it would be her payment for what she had done to
her mother, she would atone herself this way, atone herself fully!
"I'm ready," Julia said, throwing off her bathrobe to reveal her
voluptuous young body to the hungry eyes of the older man.
Jim Saunders was stripping now and was moving in on the still writhing
Desiree. He pulled her panties down and started to worm his hungry cock
in between her thighs. Oh God! strike Alex Cranston dead, thought
Desiree wildly to herself as she felt herself being ravished by the
Club owner ... strike him dead God!
"Come closer baby," Alex Cranston said to the fourteen year old virgin
and Julia did as she was told. He reached out his huge, sensitive hands
and caressing and massaging her breasts, tweaked her nipples into
startling hardness ... moving down her quivering belly ... her hips ...
her buttocks, her suddenly, hot thighs ... smoothing up and down them
tenderly.
"Christ ... you're as soft as velvet ... how old did you say you were?"
he groaned.
"F-fourteen," gasped Julia, her breathing increasing beneath the
stimulating touch of his unbelievably sensitive hands, the wild little
fermentations racing through her belly and loins once more ... then he
was moving those hands toward her vagina ... she closed her eyes
tightly and lifted her chin as his fingers moved downward to taunt the
silken patch of sparse young pubic hair covering her mound, this time,
his finger was lightly tracing, teasing the tight pink slit of her snug
pussy lips between her legs.
Julia couldn't hold back the tiny moan that fell from her lips as she
unconsciously pressed her pelvis forward and felt his middle finger
trail down the length of her vaginal split, separating the soft curled
strands of hair as it went, then penetrating slowly, gently into her,
massaging at the small elasticized channel mouth ... finally, slipping
up into the little moist opening of her maiden-head.
"Oh ... oh," she gasped, looking in the direction of her mother but not
seeing her... his magnificent hands were too much ...!
"You're a virgin all right," Alex said suddenly, his finger still
inserted inside her tight moist passage, and he could feel the reaction
of her strong young cuntal muscles sucking at his finger as a shudder
passed over her luscious body and his huge cock jerked into an upright
position.
"Okay baby, raise that beautiful ass of yours up in the air ... so ...
right!"
Julia had no idea what the older man was going to do and she followed
his instructions blindly.
"Alright Rip, now! Fuck Rip. Fuck!"
Julia knelt in near-petrified, confused terror as the massive animal
padded behind her, while she tried to observe the vile abuse being
inflicted upon her mother. Alex still held tightly to her wrists and
her face was only inches away from his massive, ugly rod towering up
from his hairy loins. Dear God, she didn't want to look at that
horrible thing, nor that huge bag banging between his legs ... but the
sheer agony she felt at seeing her mother being subjected to such
sadistic lascivious treatment was as bad. Oh Lord! now Jim Saunders was
trying to shove his prick into her Mom's beautiful bottom ... and her
mother was just tying there on her belly with her thighs wide-spread,
her buttocks raised slightly up off the bed up at him ... not fighting
him ... just submitting to his fiendish rape! Dear God! Oh! Oh! What
was that?"
Julia choked back a scream, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as
she felt something cold and wet slipping back between her own buttocks
... then, moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless
slit of her upraised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked at the
spasmodic cold wet touches against her sensitive genitals, but when the
great dog growled warningly, she realized it was his nose. Oh ... oh
... what further piece of degradation was this? He was sniffing at her
as if she were another animal ... a female dog in heat. She lifted her
head, then realized the futility of looking up at her tormentor as the
cold, searching nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing
anus.
My God! My God! What's he going to do to me? she thought helplessly.
A split second later, she knew. His long tongue snaked out and licked
wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the
tip burrowing slightly into the outer, fleshy anal ring. She waggled
her buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting sensation and heard the
brute's responsive growl. A tremor of fear rippled through her as she
reasoned that she must remain still ... not antagonize him. Again, the
long length of hot, moist flesh touched her and she felt him beginning
to lap greedily at the tight fissure between her spread thighs. He ran
his tongue fluidly through her crotch from the snugly puckered little
anus down over the clasped pink edges of her pussy, reaching to the
tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, his thick lingual member had
opened her, spreading through her soft, sparsely fleeced vaginal lips
like a honed blade through butter. It laved relentlessly between her
opened thighs, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl into the
tight mouth of her caste vagina. Oh Lord, she couldn't believe what was
happening, nor the effect it was having on her. She stared over at her
mother who was now lying on her back on top of Jim and she saw his cock
thrust right up her beautiful mother's soft, round buttocks. His hands
clutched and dug into the satiny flesh of her belly, while she lay
obscenely sprawled, her lovely head almost draping over his shoulder,
her mouth open, her eyes clenched tightly shut. Then Julia saw in
horror that Jim Saunders had a big fat thing that looked like a man's
cock in his hand, what was he going to do? ... oh God! he was ramming
that between her widespread legs now ... it was like she was being
fucked by two men at once. Oh Mitch ... wake up and save us, groaned
Julia inwardly as she watched insane feelings surging through her own
body from her own cruel ravishment.
She groaned aloud now as Rip's tongue shot into the moist tight channel
of her vagina to graze her maiden-head, squirming into her like a
scared lizard, ravishing her exposed vaginal orifice mercilessly. And
at that precise moment, unknown, wild, galvanic sensations burst inside
her and she whimpered loudly as she involuntarily lowered her face and
lips to the naked flesh of the Chief of Police's hard thigh.
Alex Cranston was jubilant--the little bitch was beginning to yield, he
knew she would--no woman or girl could hold out long with Rip's tongue
in their cunt. "Now, Rip! Fuck, boy! You hear? Fuck!"
Julia felt as if she were in some strange befogged coma of rapture. Her
loins and belly had begun to chum warmly, alive with atom-like prurient
tingles she had never thought existed. Neither her mother nor Mitch
could any longer claim a place in her mind, even though she tried
desperately to think of them, but the beautiful animal's tongue had
licked and stroked all superfluous things into near-oblivion. She was
lost in her own enchantment.
Desiree groaned audibly as she lay on top of Jim Saunders, he,
outstretched beneath her, her back tight against his stomach and chest,
her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his
massive, throbbing cock was interred to its entirety up into the very
recesses of her bowels. She was hopelessly impaled, as though sitting
on a giant pulsating stake of torture. She tried to think of Julia, but
the pain wouldn't permit it. Her mind wouldn't function ...
Jim Saunders jammed the dildo he was holding further up into Desiree's
pussy now, pushing her already wide-spread thighs even further apart.
"How does this feel in your pussy you sexy bitch?" he hissed through
clenched teeth.
"Ooooohhh!" groaned Desiree, his words falling against unhearing ears
as the thick dildo slithered lizard-like up into her cuntal passage
until she felt she couldn't bear it any longer. She wailed loudly, both
from the agony of being caught between these two cocks thrust deep into
her soft tender body, with only the slightest wall of flesh between
rectum and vagina separating their hard, fleshy shafts ... and from the
shame of it all.
Mitch Holden was beginning to come back to consciousness and could
hardly believe the sight before his eyes, his beloved Desiree was being
fucked by Jim Saunders, his hot prick was pummeling up into her asshole
with sadistic, vicious strokes and at the same time he was plunging an
enormous dildo up into her tender, moist pussy. The glistening pair of
twin pricks were ramming into her lewdly stretched passages like pile-
drivers, and his own inflamed, lust-crazed eyes stared excitedly at the
lengthy wet cocks, moist from her cuntal secretions, fucking like crazy
in an harmonious cadence into her.
He gaped at the frayed, coral edges of Desiree's pussy being extracted
with the enormous dildo that Jim Saunders was plunging deep into her
belly. The same sight caught his eye with Jim's vicious cock sucking
down out of her, tugging the tight ridges of her hungrily clasping
asshole with it, then fluidly soaring back up into her as he heaved
upward until his balls were wedged tightly into the cleft of her
beautiful, yielding ass-cheeks ...
But Christ almighty! What was happening to Julia? She was on her knees
between Cranston's open legs and the goddamned dog was mounting the
spread moons of her firm young buttocks that he'd almost gotten to,
paws wrapping around her waist as if the beautiful girl were its mating
bitch ... and he could see the glistening, scarlet dog-prick slipping
from its huge sheath, dripping freely, its tapering point jerking and
dancing as the brute hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the
pink, lean tip and the thickening shaft into her young, virginal body!
Shit, the goddamned fucking beast was going to get her cherry!
Julia felt her belly constrict while she knelt in a fearful, half-
mesmerized daze; she sensed Rip mounting her, his soft furry body
crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at
her hips powerfully. His beautiful tongue had rekindled the wild
sensations in her young unviolated loins... sensations she had first
felt with Mitch but even more-so now than from Mitch's short and gentle
ministrations, and she found herself sobbing when she looked back,
shifting her quaking, round ass-cheeks in an effort to try to capture
the lengthening animal prick. Oh Lord, she wanted the long slippery
organ inside her ... had to have it inside her to quell the insane
tingling spasms that were continually increasing within her chaste
young pussy.
Intrinsically, she reached down between her wide spread thighs,
grasping the wet shaft and causing Rip to half-growl half-whimper,
while she tried to place the pointed nozzle at the tiny mouth of her
passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening, hardly realizing what she was
doing in her bewildered sensuous coma.
Immediately, the great animal thrust and Julia screamed!
"Eeeigghhh!" she cried out in shocked disbelief, then with a twisting
lurch she tried to shake the impaling rod of animal flesh out of her
pierced cunt as the total agony of her feral assault raced madly from
the core of her body to her brain. The goring spear had ripped her wide
open, she knew and the blood was streaming from her! She'd felt the
thin membrane of her hymen give way before the ferocious onslaught with
a renting stab of pain, and she was certain the brute had tom the
horribly expanded little opening of her vaginal hole.
But her efforts to free herself were in vain, for Rip's fierce growl
filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her
waist, thrusting, thrusting, spreading her vaginal passage open wider
and wider as he hammered his long animal-cock deep up inside her tight,
pulsing, hot channel.
Mitch watched in lascivious fascination, as the thick, scarlet canine
shaft slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk almost to
the hilt, the dog's hairy black balls swinging beneath Julia's damp,
hair-lined crotch. He watched the animal buck frenziedly at the moaning
girl's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the
last remaining inches of the still growing pole of his huge glistening
cock ...
Desiree was unaware of all around her. Shamed and aching, her head
tossing back and forth against Jim's chest, she felt only a great heat
and splitting at her loins. She felt super defiled, and every part of
her seemed to be at those two great holes that were being tunneled
into. Her lips opened and closed in torment. Occasionally, she tried to
flatten her hips, or draw her buttocks in to lessen the pain of her
anus, but then she was aware only of the tightening of her vagina, and
the extra pain which followed from the relentless entry of the plunging
dildo in Jim Saunder's hand.
Oh God! God help me! she groaned inwardly while she was buffeted
between the two cocks. She felt debased beyond all reason, and that the
ravaging of her body had been going on since the beginning of time.
Then ... then ... the very helplessness of her obscene position raced
through her mind, and the licentious mental vision of being fucked by
one lewd man and an equally lewd dildo simultaneously began to luridly
excite her, causing a sudden masochistic hunger to agitate her belly,
and a low, ecstatic moan broke from her lips. Subconsciously a fire
stormed through her and she began to wildly undulate her buttocks and
squeeze with both cuntal and anal muscles at the swollen, hard, thick
cocks boring into her ...
Her daughter, hung on a mental plane of unfathomable pleasure-pain,
kneeling between the powerful, naked hairy thighs of The Chief of
Police, her now passion-glazed eyes flicking open at intervals to see
his towering, heavy-veined prick standing rigidly mere inches from her
face, the sight of it no longer repelling her. At first, Rip's vicious
animal-rape into her virginal passage had nearly blinded her with the
excruciating pain from the enormous shaft bursting into her, pushing
the velvety, resistant flesh of her tight young vagina before it, until
in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the warm, moist
channel. And as he continued to piston into the softness of her
upturned buttocks, she could feel his silky hair brushing excitingly
against them; she was impaled to the fullest on his wonderful animal-
cock and suddenly reveling in new-found joy at its unnatural possession
of her vestal cunt.
She breathed a moan of bliss from her sudden, lust-slackened lips and
she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet Rip's superb, panting
thrusts. His forelegs clung to her soft, white hips like powerful furry
arms; she began to undulate her body, rotating her buttocks in carnal
little circles, giving herself fully to the erotic delight of the
bestial fucking this splendid dog was pounding into her from the rear.
She wished there was someway she could watch his pleasure giving cock
disappearing inside her clasping pussy, but she could only picture the
debauched sight, and the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sent
never-before salacious exultation soaring through her sensually aroused
and deflowered young body. She saw her large, taut breasts, one hanging
fully to the cushion between Alex's legs, the other pressed tightly
against the hard, hot flesh of his thigh, its nipple tingling vibrantly
as she rubbed it against his hairy skin, her torso writhing and
perspiring as she worked to move in cadence with the breathtaking,
rampaging prick that was ever growing larger and larger ... continually
expanding inside her entire passage to her belly. She visualized it
sliding deeper ... deeper into the forever-stretched mouth of her
clinging pussy, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh
lunging beautifully into her moist pink cunt.
Then, she felt the Chief of Police's hand brushing through her hair and
she looked up at him, opening her eyes. He smiled down at her and took
his cock in his other hand, stroking it slowly, lewdly, while she
watched, luridly captivated by the spectacle of the thick foreskin
moving up and down over the blunt, purplish head. Smoothly his big hand
slipped beneath her wealth of hair, easing behind her neck and head ...
he was drawing her face downward ... down toward the huge mushroomed-
knobbed shaft and she could see a small drop of clear liquid seeping
from the moist split at its tip.
"Lick it Julia honey," he whispered. "Lick it like a cherry lollipop.
Take it in your hand ... don't be afraid ... hurry!"
Abruptly a maddening excitement and desire welled up inside her and
slowly, Julia's small hand moved forward to encircle the great,
spearing rod. She felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as
she drew back the foreskin from the glistening head the way he had
done, exposing the pulsing glans, then, manipulating the outer flesh up
and down, fascinated with the thick, hot feel of it in her near-dwarfed
hand, her fingers hardly going around it; then, she lowered her
beautiful face as if magnetized by the massive phallic wonder ... until
her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it. She heard him
groan once more, while Rip fucked furiously into her now enraptured
cunt from behind, spurring her on as she sucked in her breath and
flicked out her tiny tongue to bring it into warm contact with the
soft, rubbery tip. She swirled it around slowly, wetly, experimentally,
while he twisted and jerked beneath her taunting, until her tongue-tip
finally found the little split at its end and wriggled into it.
Julia tasted the pungent tang of the droplets of seminal fluid oozing
from it and immediately a new, more enchanting ripple of pleasure
coursed through her while her young nostrils flared excitedly. Her hand
smoothed down over the rock-hard shaft to the velvety flesh at its
heavy base, then downward to his smooth, great testicles and she drew
her nails gently beneath them, then weighed them in the palm of her
soft warm hand, while with her other one she skinned the thick foreskin
back until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked ... and she lowered
her wanting lips slowly, encompassing the spongy head between them,
letting it rub along the full length of her tongue as her wet, ovalled
mouth went down and down and down onto it.
The Chief of Police, grunted above her rising and lowering head; he
began a slow rolling with his strong hips, sliding his thick, lecherous
cock in and out of her youthful mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided
by his hand behind her head and entangling now in her long blonde hair.
He saw the puffing of her soft cheeks beneath him and her head bobbing
on the end of his prick while her whole supple, satiny body quivered
from the powerful jolts of Rip's plunging cock smashing into her sweet,
tender young cunt from behind. Christ! This was the ultimate! He shoved
his throbbing shaft upward between her receptive, sucking lips with a
vengeance, his grin widening with each thrust into her hungrily ovalled
little mouth.
Julia couldn't resist the sudden, delicious thrill of the Chief of
Police's cock in her mouth. Her brain reeled ecstatically and her body
was alive with sheer sensual bliss, even though she hardly felt human
... more of a mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be
weirdly subjugated. She was actually reveling in the debasement of
being fucked this first time in her life, and from behind by a
beautiful panting animal, while she sucked his master's cock! She
ground her buttocks hard back against his hairy, battering body and
felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her
ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the backs of her smooth inner
thighs, while the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signaled
that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her belly.
She tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever expanding cock in her mouth,
the abrupt thought of it suddenly ejaculating as she knew they did from
school-sex class, spurting its white, thick sperm deep into her throat
setting her wild with anticipation. She wanted it! Yes ... yes! She
wanted it to shoot into her mouth and throat ... and she'd swallow it
right down into her belly! She wondered if it would be warm ... hot,
perhaps ... like the feel of his heavy balls in her hands at that very
moment? Oh Lord ... what was happening to her? She had never felt such
lust in her whole young lifetime ...!
"Ooooohhh ... Ooooohhhh ... Yes ... Yes!" Desiree began to chant
hoarsely in the litany of the enraptured as she continued to respond in
kind to each lunge into her cunt and rectal passage. Wild and insane,
Jim Saunders had become, punishing her between his cock and the dildo
in his hand without mercy; yet, suddenly she was giving him back in
equal fury every stroke he delivered into her, until they both began to
groan in an unintelligible moan of ruttish, sexual abandonment.
"Aaaaaahhh ... God, yes! I can feel your cock inside of me so
beautifully! Faster ... faster ... damn you. Faster and harder! Oh,
yes, yes! Fuck harder ... harder!" Desiree cried out, urging Jim on,
the thought of having both a cock and a dildo fuck her at the same time
suddenly driving her toward a whirlwind of cyclonic lust. It seemed to
go on forever ... but she never wanted it to stop ... the mounting
erotic bliss of it ... the hands gripping and clutching at her as if
she were a lowly slut-slave ... and she was completely and helplessly
impaled from above and below... Her brain reeled ... nothing mattered
but the tremendous sensations of subliminal ecstasy about to explode
within her.
"Now!" she wailed. "Please ... cum in me. Fill me! Now! Hurryyyyy!
Please hurrryyyy!"
At that moment Jim Saunders, the Club owner began to mouth obscenities
and suddenly Desiree felt the hot, boiling liquid of her sperm shoot
deep into her back passage as her own orgasm seized her, sending
delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through her, and she could feel
herself contracting against the giant dildo cock plunged up inside her
belly, her own secretions moistening it and it lunged in and out of her
wildly dilating pussy ... the bliss of the moment overwhelming her ...
Julia was lost in the heat of her rising, ungovernable newly discovered
passion ... lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of
the increased vigor in the magnificent animal thrusts pounding from
behind into the remotest parts of her no-longer virginal cunt, and the
naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her beautiful face.
She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin
tensing in forceful trembling movements and the hand behind her head
grip harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain
he was trying to drive his shaft down her throat to meet Rip's
penetrating far up into her belly, and the exaggerated thought alone
drove her on wildly.
God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his cum and
feel it dribble down her throat ... then, she sensed it swelling
convulsively and sucked it madly. It burst! He swore vilely, while his
prick gushed forth thick hot issues of the white, pungent liquid into
her throat, her lovely young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she
swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the
jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious
fluid . . yes, she felt the thin rivulets oozing from the corners of
her mouth as he collapsed beneath her, his shrinking rod slithering
lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth ...
Desiree had raised upright, dazed in the throes of her own violent
climax, then, let out a scream at the horrifying depravity her
beautiful daughter was being subjected to between the lustful,
vengeance-driven Chief of Police and his powerful police dog. Dear God,
the despicable debauchery was the very dregs of degradation. She
struggled to get to her feet and go to her, but Jim Saunders grabbed
her and held her fast.
"Don't blow it for the Chief, Desiree, you'd really be asking for
trouble if you did that!" he warned her.
"Oh ... Oh my poor darling," Desiree exclaimed in despair as she read
the wanton expression on Julia's face when she raised it from Alex's
loins, thin, sticky strings of his obscene viscid cum stretching from
her tender lips to the horrible man's now flaccid cock.
And then, abruptly, Desiree saw her daughter's mouth gasp open in a
choking scream as she began to toss her head from side to side wildly,
her long, blonde hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders.
Desiree realized that she was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, and
she gaped awe at the sight of her precious daughter screwing her
buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The
huge animal's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the
beautiful waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from it onto the
coated film of sweat covering her smooth white back. Again, Julia
screamed and rammed back against the animal deliriously, just as he
jerked forward and his huge cock began to obvious spitting of its sperm
with hard, bullet-like spurts deep into her clasping young virginal
cunt.
And all of a sudden, Julia's white rounded buttocks began contracting,
hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating the climactic upheaval
within her quaking belly, and a thick, white combination of human-
animal cum seeped out around the flushed lips of her throbbing cunt
that squeezed and milked the prick of the dog ravenously, forming thin
trickles of the lucid fluid to nun in obscene rivulets down the white,
lush columns of her soft, inner thighs. Her backside glistened,
displaying soaked pubic-hair and open pink flesh as she pitched forward
onto her face to the right of the Chief of Police's chair. She was
exhausted and the immediately deflated cock of the powerful dog slipped
from her ravaged passage, then he stepped over her prostrate,
outstretched body to stand nobly above her, his teeth bared, a deep
obsessive growl rising from his throat ...
The Chief of Police grinned lewdly at Jim Saunders, "Well we really
took them, eh Jim boy ..." he sneered. Then he turned and narrowing his
eyes glared into the corner where young Mitch Holden was bound and
strung and still struggling, "... And we gave that little bastard a
lesson he won't forget either. You made a fool of me once Holden, you
and your father but you won't do it again ... Otherwise these little
ladies might end up with a few marks they didn't begin with ... you
understand me, no doubt!"
Desiree and Julia stared at Mitch waiting for his reply but the young
boy could only stare at the older man, his eyes registering his
absolute disbelief at the cruelty he had imposed on the two women he
loved best in the world.
"Well Jim, I think I'm ready for a rest now," the Chief of Police said
slowly, ambling to his feet, pulling his robe around his heavy frame.
"Come on Rip ... and remember this ladies, you belong to me, both of
you and don't forget it ... I can have you, either of you as and when I
want and no-one can stop me. Remember I'm the law around this town, try
to cross me and you'll find out what it's like to be on the wrong side
of me."
Desiree and her daughter watched horrified as the two men and the
enormous dog left their small trailer. The moment they were out of the
door they rushed over to Mitch and untied him. Mitch immediately
started for the door.
"Where are you going Mitch," Desiree screamed, "stop this minute," she
commanded.
The young boy turned back to his mistress, his eyes questioning.
"Mitch, promise me this, you won't do anything foolish. Believe me,
it's not worth it, I'd rather have you alive than have me revenged and
you dead."
"Oh Desiree ... oh Desiree," the young boy sobbed, falling at the feet
of his older mistress and sobbing uncontrollably, "I can't bear to
think of what those pigs did to you."
"Let's not think about it anymore Mitch. Now what we have to think
about is the future. How can we live with this kind of fear hanging
over our heads ... it will kill us."
Suddenly the young boy rose, looking like a man now, a stronger,
sterner expression crossing his face as he clasped the hands of the
woman he loved.
"Desiree, will you come away with me, tonight. We could leave this
place and start a new life somewhere. I'll take care of you both.
Desiree marry me, I love you, please marry me," the young boy begged.
"You mean that," Desiree said slowly, her eyes suddenly glistening with
a new light of hope.
"With all my heart," the young boy said.
"Where could we go, what could we live on?"
"I have money, I have my inheritance. My Grandmother left me three
thousand dollars Desiree. It's mine, it's in the bank and I can get it.
I have enough money on me tonight for us to leave. We should do it now
before that beast comes back."
Desiree turned to her daughter Julia now and holding her close to her
body and stroking her head asked her, "Darling how would you feel if I
married Mitch?"
"I ... I don't know mother, but I think you should do it, you both love
each other and I can grow to love Mitch as a friend, I'm sure," the
young girl said shakily, still considerably frightened by her
experience with the Chief of Police and his dog.
"Yes, Yes, I will," Desiree said quickly. "Come Julia let's pack
everything we have, which fortunately isn't much. Mitch can you drive
your car to the back of the trailer park?"
"Sure!"
"Good, then let's do it and quickly."
"I'll go now and get my car Desiree, then we can stop at my house for
my things and we can be out of town by the morning and no-one will know
where we are ... we'll be safe forever. Oh my darling Desiree, I'll
take care of you, I promise," Mitch said ecstatically, holding the
woman he loved in his arms and kissing her passionately.
"Yes my darling boy, I know you will. You know Mitch, I'm just mad
about you and I couldn't be happier ... even if it had happened under
different circumstances ... I couldn't be happier!"
The End
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