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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read
any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be ... "TheEditor."
 




                        A Naughty Fourteen



                            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 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!"



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