Suzanne Mellows

A naughty fourteen

CHAPTER ONE

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 in 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 TWO

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.

JESUS CHRIST! He was going to cum right into the little cock-sucking bitch's mouth! "Suck it, you cunt!" he commanded. "Suck my prick until I cuuuuummmm!"

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 cumming!" 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 THREE

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 FOUR

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.

"Oh, please Chief… I-I can't stand it… oh, pleeeaaaseee!" the helpless young widow pleaded as the older man forced his huge blood-engorged cock further and further into her defenseless pussy-hole!

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 FIVE

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 a 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 Beats' 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 Saunders' 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 SIX

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 SEVEN

"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 Saunders' 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!"

Content

Suzanne Mellows
A naughty fourteen

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN