A Jealous Daughter
by Mary Jenkins 


Chapter One 

Neva Reynolds stared out of the curving bay window of the living room of her 
luxurious home on a tree-lined street in suburban Westport, Connecticut. A 
strikingly beautiful brunette with long, thick lashes over deep violet eyes, 
she leaned back against the window frame, idly brushing away a few flecks of 
ash that dropped from her cigarette onto the soft cashmere of her vee-necked 
white sweater. 

She was watching the new neighbors moving in across the street, and she was 
so absorbed that she jumped a little when she heard the back door slam and a 
youthful voice call, "Groceries!" 

"Set them down on the table," she called back, tamping out her cigarette and 
grabbing her pocketbook. "I'll be right in." 

With an easy animal grace, the lithe brunette moved across her attractively 
furnished modern living room and into the kitchen, a large, sunny room which 
combined country space and comfort with the most modern conveniences. A 
tall, wiry teenager was lounging a little arrogantly against the sink, his 
arms folded as he watched her entrance. 

Joey Trent had modishly long blond hair and his attire - faded jeans and a 
rib-hugging cotton T-shirt, emphasized the muscular leanness of his 
adolescent body. At sixteen he considered himself quite a cocksman, based on 
several high school conquests, and he enjoyed his reputation. Of course, he 
hadn't gotten as much action as he somtimes led people to believe, but 
enough to be sure that one of the things he liked most in his life was, as 
he put it, "Pussy ... anywhere, anytime, any way." 

His cocky man-of-the-world air was somewhat shaken, however, by Neva's 
appearance. Although he'd delivered groceries to the Reynolds house twice 
before, he still wasn't prepared for the sharp stab of carnal lust that hit 
him like a sudden wave when he saw her come into a room. It wasn't just her 
face, or the fullness of her softly swaying breasts obviously unencumbered 
by a brassiere beneath her sweater, though they were sure part of it. It was 
something that happened when she moved, as though all of her muscles floated 
on each other like oil on liquid, and there was a subtly sensual aroma that 
she seemed to leave wherever she moved, an alluring muskiness, sweet but not 
cloying, that clung to her. Today she was wearing a pair of tight-laced, 
fawn-colored leather pants over high-heeled boots, and the lewd fantasy of 
her tapered thighs wound tightly around his own back while he rammed his 
lust-swollen young cock deep into her welcoming cunt flashed through his 
mind, making his penis lurch hungrily inside his tight jeans. 

"How much do I owe you?" Neva asked, smilingly slightly as she noticed the 
boy's unmistakable erection. She enjoyed the reaction her spectacular looks 
excited in men, and at twenty-eight, she had to admit she was pleased that 
she was still able to get attention from a sixteen year old, and a 
good-looking little stud, at that. Enough of that. Neva, she cautioned 
herself. You haven't gone that far yet.' 

"Eleven seventy-five," Joey replied, blushing and swaggering a little. 

Neva wrote the check while the boy sauntered around the kitchen. "This place 
sure looks different since you been here," he said. "I'd never've thought 
you could make this old house look so modern." 

He was working his way around, Neva could see, until he was close to her, 
and the statuesque brunette deftly fielded him by finishing the check and 
holding it out to him. 

"Here you go, handsome," she smiled a little patronizingly. "Buy yourself an 
ice cream soda." 

"Tell you what," Joey suggested, "why don't I buy us both a beer instead?" 

"Are you asking me for a date?" Neva asked unbelievingly. 

"Sure, why not?" 

"Listen, little boy, there's a new family moving in across the street, with 
a little girl who I think is just about your age. Why don't you try it out 
on her?" 

"Maybe I will," Joey bantered as he breezed past her out the kitchen door, 
"but if you change your mind, just call the delicatessen. Night and day, we 
deliver, and baby I do mean deliver!" 

Before the astonished woman had a chance to reply, he was out the door, 
across her large back yard and through the gate to the alley where his 
scooter-driven delivery cart was parked. Might as well go check out the new 
neighbors, he decided, particularly if there was a chick there! 

In the living room of the house across the street, Gordon Hall, a tall, 
attractive, curly-haired man of thirty-eight, was picking his way through 
piles of boxes and suitcases, trying to shove the living room furniture into 
enough of a semblance of order so that he could at least sit down before 
undertaking the arduous job of unpacking and organizing the contents of all 
the cartons. He was supposed to report to work for the first time on Monday 
morning, and he had hoped that by that time he'd have the house settled and 
homelike enough so that his fourteen year old daughter Mary Ann wouldn't 
have to do anymore than superficial chores by herself. But it was already 
nearly four on Friday afternoon, and he was way behind. 

First they'd lost a day and a half getting to Connecticut from the West 
Coast because of car trouble, and then Mary Ann had wanted to take a side 
trip to see the Grand Canyon. Even though it lenghthened their journey by 
two days more, Gordon hadn't been able to refuse her. The poor kid had been 
through so much in the past year. He wanted to do everything he could to 
make it up to her. Hopefully, in a new place, in entirely new surroundings, 
she'd get over what had .. . happened to her. 

Gordon felt a spasm of pure hatred course through his well-built, 
athletically trim body, and his jaw tightened in anger. Even now, just the 
thought of the bastard who had assaulted his innocent child made his stomach 
turn over with a sickening desire that would never be satisfied, he knew, 
unless he could personally smash his fist into that scummy son of a bitch 
until he was beaten to a pulp. Christ! What kind of sick pervert would force 
himself on a child, he wondered for the thousandth time. 

Hearing Mary Ann's footsteps in the hall, he forced the brutal thoughts of 
revenge on his daughter's assailant out of his mind. The psychologist who 
had been seeing her for the past year had recommended that Gordon do nothing 
to remind her of what had happened. 

"But won't something like this leave her with terrible psychological scars?" 
he'd protested. "Shouldn't we get it out in the open as soon as possible?" 

"If you try to force Mary Ann to deal with this before her mind is ready to, 
you may make things much worse than they are already. Besides, children are 
a lot more resilient than we give them credit for, Mr. Hall. Just let your 
daughter resume as normal a life as possible. Later, when she's calmed down 
a bit, I'm sure she'll talk to you about it herself. She trusts you 
completely, you know. In fact, you really are very lucky in that respect." 

Gordon did know it, and that was what tore at his insides the most. It was 
somehow his fault, he felt, that his vulnerable young daughter had been prey 
to attack. He was away too much on business; he'd left her too much in the 
care of strangers, good-hearted women to be sure, but they couldn't replace 
her own parents. Mary Ann had lingered too long on the way home from school 
that day. Why shouldn't she? She had no one who really cared about her to 
come home too. If only Sandra had lived . . . 

"Here's the last of the boxes," Mary Ann announced, coming into the room 
with two small cartons in her arms and, slung over one shoulder, a canvas 
bag that looked as though it would burst at the seams. Her long wavy blonde 
hair framed her face in a golden halo, sticking to her-sweat-dampened 
forehead and neck. 

"Here, honey, let me help you with those," Gordon volunteered. 

"It's okay, Dad, Just clear some space in the kitchen, will you? This is all 
groceries and pots and pans, and i thought I'd unpack them right away and 
make us some iced tea. You know, Daddy, we really were dumb to move in 
August. Anybody with brains would have picked January'. It's so hot out 
there." 

Gordon smiled at her girlish chatter as he helped her unpack the groceries, 
and then watched as she bustled around the kitchen with an air of authority 
and expertise oddly at variance with her fourteen years. He couldn't help 
but notice how like her mother she was, even though Sandra was only a memory 
to her, having died when Mary Ann was only four years old. It was uncanny 
how much she resembled his dead wife, even in gestures and the little quirks 
that she couldn't possibly have inherited. 

And she was certainly going to be as beautiful as her mother had been. 
Already her youthfully slim hips were beginning to flare invitingly below 
her tiny waist, and her breasts were developing into two roundly up thrust 
little melons, only a promise of what they would be in a year or two, but 
enticingly feminine, nonetheless. Sometimes Gordon found it disturbing that 
she looked so mature. 

"Here's the tea," Mary Ann announced a few minutes later, bringing a pitcher 
full of golden brown liquid and two ice-filled glasses over to the table. 

"Well, baby, how do you like it? The house I mean? I know it's kind of a 
mess right now, but we'll get it together in no time, you'll see." 

"I really think it's great," Mary Ann smiled, her pert nose crinkling and 
her blue eyes sparkling. "It feels a little weird to be in a house with an 
upstairs after all those little houses in Los Angeles, but it's really nice. 
And I just love my room, Daddy, with that big old tree outside." 

Gordon smiled in relief. He had bought the house on the basis of pictures, 
and he'd been terrified that his daughter would take an instant dislike to 
it. She did that lately. There were people and things that she just wouldn't 
warm up to, so he was delighted that the house met with her instant 
approval. Impulsively, the tall, brown-haired man reached across the table 
and squeezed his daughter's hand. 

"You know, baby, I want you to have fun here. Meet new friends, join clubs, 
really make a whole new start." 

A small frown crossed Mary Ann's forehead, and her blue eyes clouded. She 
knew what her father was getting at. He wanted her to go out with boys, like 
the other girls her age did. He wanted her to have a... a normal life, she 
thought bitterly. Didn't he realize that was impossible? All she wanted was 
to stay with him, the two of them alone together. That was enough for her. 
Why didn't he see that? 

"I ... I suppose I will," she said half-heartedly, withdrawing her hand. 

Gordon's eyes followed her worriedly. He was about to say something more 
when there was a knock at the back door. Father and daughter turned to see 
the figure of a blond-haired youth through the window. Rising from his 
chair, Gordon opened the door. 

"Hello there," Joey said respectfully. "I work for the delicatessen over on 
Main and Fort Henry, and I noticed you were just moving in, so I thought I'd 
drop by and ask if I could bring you something from the store. I know it's 
tough to cook on moving day and all, and we do have hot foods." 

"Why thank you, young man," Gordon replied. "My daughter has gotten 
everything we need, I think, but won't you come in and have a glass of iced 
tea with us? We're just taking a break before we finish unpacking." 

"Well thanks. I'd appreciate something cold to drink, that is if it's not 
any trouble." 

"No trouble at all. The tea's all made, and we'd like to have a little 
company, wouldn't we, Mary Ann?" 

"Yeah, sure," his daughter replied with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. 
Joey was looking her over, just the way the boys at Los Angeles High had 
looked at her, and she met his eyes coldly but defiantly as she poured him a 
glass of tea. 

"Mary Ann and I were just discussing what sorts of things young people do to 
amuse themselves in Westport. In California, everybody's on the beach when 
they're not in school, but it'll be too cold for that here before long, I 
imagine." 

"That's for sure," Joey replied, "though it's hard to believe on a day like 
this, I guess. Will you be going to Central High?" he asked Mary Ann. 

"Yes, I think so," Gordon's daughter replied, deliberately maintaining an 
air of coolness. 

"Well, there's sports and dances. You won't have any trouble meeting people. 
You can bet on that." Christ, the studs will be lined up three deep to get 
in her pants, and I'll be first in line, Joey thought, his mind already 
alive with salacious fantasies about the ripely built young blonde whose 
curvaceous figure was crammed into a pair of tight cutoff jeans that clung 
to the rounded flesh of her adolescent hips and emphasized the curves of her 
shapely, suntanned legs, and a cotton knit shirt that fell softly over the 
up thrust firmness of her young breasts. "And for you and Mrs... . I'm 
sorry, I didn't catch your name..." 

"Hall, Gordon Hall. And I'm afraid there is no Mrs. Hall." 

"Oh. Well, lots of people get divorced. I guess it's not so unusual 
nowadays." 

"My mother is dead," Mary Ann announced flatly, with an edge to her voice 
that Gordon found disconcerting. It was almost as though she wanted to 
embarrass the boy. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say something I shouldn't. I guess I just 
assumed since you were from California and all . . . " his voice trailed off 
lamely. 

"No harm done," Gordon assured him. "Mrs. Hall passed away some time ago, 
ten years, in fact." 

"Oh. Well, I better be getting back to work. Thanks for the tea and 
everything. If you want to meet any of the neighbors, the Carters live next 
door, they're a retired couple, and across the street there's a Miss 
Reynolds. She isn't here all the time though. Sometimes she goes into New 
York for a couple of weeks at a time on some kind of business. She's got a 
real nice house, though, and I'm sure she'd like to meet you. She's kind of 
new here herself." 

"Well that's good to know. Maybe we'll go over and say hello tomorrow." 

"And here's a card from the delicatessen in case you need anything," the 
youth continued. "We deliver up to twelve o'clock." 

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll need things very often," Mary Ann 
interjected, taking the card and putting it off-handedly with a pile of 
other things. 

"Yeah. Well, you never know. Man, it sure is hot out there," he continued, 
opening the door. 

"But it's pretty cool in here, isn't it?" He looked pointedly at Gordon's 
teenage daughter. 

"It must be our California vibes," the girl countered, clearly eager for him 
to go. 

"Funny. I thought California was the Sunshine State. I guess you can't go by 
appearances. So long, Mr. Hall." 

"Mary Ann, you were really rude to that boy!" Gordon chided as soon as Joey 
was safely out of hearing. "You could at least have been civil." 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," his daughter burst out, her face contorted in a 
tight-lipped grimace. "But I just can't stand it when you .. . throw me at 
every boy you see. It makes me feel like-some kind of freak!" 

"Throw you - ? Oh. baby, what are you talking about? I was just trying to be 
polite and friendly. Don't you want to meet people, and go out with nice 
boys and have a good time like other girls?" 

"I ... can't! Don't you see that? I just can't right now." Suddenly his 
golden-haired daughter flung herself into his lap, sobbing as though her 
heart would break, and Gordon cursed himself for his foolishness as he tried 
to comfort her. No longer did she seem like a nearly grown-up young woman. 
Instead she was his baby, his darling baby who had been so badly hurt. Stop 
pushing her! he admonished himself, as he gently stroked her soft hair and 
murmured tender words of comfort. 

"Oh Daddy, all I want in the world right now is just to stay with you, just 
the way we are now. I have all the good times I need with you. 

Can't we just stay this way?" 

"Of course we can, baby, if that's the way you want it. It's just that I 
worry about you, that's all.. . " 

"You don't have to worry about me, Daddy," his daughter insisted. "Honestly 
you don't. I have plenty to do around here. I'm going to fix up the house, 
and I'll cook dinner for you, and in the evenings we'll go to the movies, 
and we can take long rides on the weekends. We're going to be so happy here 
you'll never want to leave, I promise." 

Mary Ann snuggled close to him, as though she were still a little child, and 
Gordon felt the sweet pressure of her bud-like breasts against the buttons 
of his shirt, and her thighs wriggling with innocent obscenity against him. 
Involuntarily, he felt his ample cock begin to stir within his trousers. To 
his surprise, even horror, his nymph-like child noticed it and began 
squirming hungrily against its rigid hardness in a way that brought a sudden 
flush of unbidden desire to his cheeks. 

Gently he eased her off his lap and stood her on her feet. "I, uh, think 
we'd better get on with the unpacking now, honey, don't you?" he asked, 
trying to fight down a tightening in his throat and scrotum. 

Mary Ann nodded happily. She was about to bound out of the room when, as an 
afterthought, she flung her arms around his waist and kissed him several 
times on the cheek. "Oh Daddy, I love you so much," she breathed. "You're 
the best father in the world!" 

Whew! She's too much for me to handle alone, Gordon reflected after Mary Ann 
left, her good humor restored, to unpack her things. She needs a woman to 
talk to, to explain things to her. Maybe... maybe it's time I considered 
getting married again. 

Later that night, Mary Ann Hall lay awake on her own bed, wearing only a 
pair of pink nylon baby-doll pajamas. The air was humid, and the sheer 
material stuck uncomfortably to her bare skin. Finally she lunged restlessly 
out of bed and padded softly over to the open window to catch some of the 
sultry August breeze. Leaning her chin in her hands, she knelt on the floor 
and looked out into the quiet, tree-lined street. It was only ten o'clock, 
but already most of the windows were dark, except in Miss Whats-her-name's 
place across the way. 

The warm night made her feel funny all over. Lately, she was beginning to 
feel every part of her body in a new strange way. It was nice sort of, to 
feel warm and alive all over. At least it was nice when she was alone and in 
the dark the way she was now, or when just Daddy was there. But there were 
other times when it frightened her. Like when that boy, that Joey Trent, had 
looked at her this afternoon. It gave her shivers just to think about it. 
But it made her feel warm, too, as though there were a gentle, teasing flame 
licking at the bottom of her stomach, down there where that man had . . . 
had touched her. That was the first time she'd ever felt it, this curious 
tickling sensation that nothing seemed to satisfy. 

Leaning her head on the window sill, the pretty blonde teenager's eyes were 
thoughtful as her mind returned again to the incident of nearly a year ago. 
She'd been walking home from her girl friend's house after school, having 
stayed later than she'd planned. She was wearing a new micro-mini skirt and 
a tight sweater that made her feel very attractive. She stopped at the 
Burger King for a soda, and that was where she saw him. He was about 
twenty-five, and good-looking, too. He started a conversation with her at 
the counter, and treated her like a grown-up girl, not like a child. He 
bought her a second soda, and then he offered to drive her home. 

Mary Ann knew she shouldn't go, but after all, men drove women home all the 
time, didn't they? She was old enough to take care of herself. And besides. 
Daddy had been away for nearly a week, and she couldn't bear the thought of 
going home to old Mrs. Williams, the housekeeper. The house seemed like a 
morgue with her there, falling asleep in front of the television. So she 
went out to the parking lot with the handsome stranger, who held the door 
open for her and said such lovely things. 

Once in the car, however, everything changed. Suddenly, hardly knowing how 
it happened, the naive youngster found herself in a wooded section of West 
Los Angeles, parked on a dark side street. The stranger was not so nice now. 
He began feeling her all over, her breasts and up in between her legs on the 
narrow nylon crotchband of her panties. She tried to fight him off, but he 
was too strong for her. and he put his hands around her throat and told her 
he would strangle her if she screamed. 

Then, while Mary Ann cowered, shaking with fear, in a corner of the locked 
car, the leering stranger reached down and opened the zipper in the front of 
his pants. Immediately, Mary Ann realized he wore no underwear, for his huge 
.. . thing sprang upright like a snake about to strike. It was purplish-red, 
and there were little drops of moisture at the tip. The innocent blonde 
child stared at it in terror, but with a strange fascination, too. She had 
never actually seen a man's penis before, and certainly not rigidly erect 
like this one. Circling its bloated thickness with one hand, the malevolent 
stranger seized the terrified girl's hand with the other and began forcing 
it down over his lewdly swaying cock. 

"No . . . no!" she shrieked, as her head was pressed closer and closer to 
the menacing staff. 

"Suck it, girl," he hissed into her ear. "Suck my cock like it was a big 
lollipop until I cum in your pretty little mouth. Then I'll let you go." 

The little girl didn't know what "cum" meant, but she was too frightened to 
refuse. Terrified, she took his heated rod of flesh between her soft pink 
lips, surprised to find that it was not unpleasant to her taste, although 
she could barely get her mouth around its heavy girth. The man squirmed and 
moaned above her and pushed his lust-engorged penis obscenely in and out of 
the tight little oval of her lips. Mary Ann felt a weird little tingling 
sensation between her legs, and she wanted to wriggle and squirm against 
something too, but she didn't know what to do. Instead she sluiced softly up 
and down the thickly rigid pillar, until suddenly there was a great gush of 
warm, creamy liquid filling her throat, and the man groaned as though he 
were in some kind of pain, but he didn't really seem to be hurt. 

That was all she could remember. Three hours later, the police picked her up 
as she walked, sobbing hysterically, along Santa Monica Boulevard. She 
didn't know how she'd gotten there. They took her home and called her 
father, who flew back home immediately from his business trip. 

The weeks that followed were a nightmare. Doctors, policemen, questions and 
finally, almost worst of all, going back to school to confront the stares of 
her classmates. Everyone looked at her differently now, for word had gotten 
around that she had been "raped." Though that wasn't strictly true - for, 
technically, she was still a virgin - the word endowed her with an exciting 
air of mystery, particularly among the boys. Mary Ann found herself very 
much in demand very quickly, but, after a few dates on which she felt like 
"some kind of dirty bug under glass," as she later expressed it, she had 
stopped accepting invitations. Men and boys weren't trustworthy, she 
decided. No matter what they said, or how nicely they treated her, she was 
always wary and on her guard. 

The young teenager wasn't quite sure why, though. She knew that what 
happened to her was done by a sick person. She understood that. But there 
was something else, something she couldn't explain that kept her aloof. 
Something that frightened her so much sometimes that she broke out in a cold 
sweat just thinking about it. 

No, she decided. She would stay with her Daddy. He was the only one she 
wanted, the only one she could trust. 

Yawning, Mary Ann made her way back to bed. The funny feelings were still 
there between her legs, and she put her hands there, cupping her aching 
pubic mound with a warm gentle pressure because it made her feel better. 
Finally, she fell asleep, her mind filled with confusing images of the 
strange man in the car, delivery boy Joey Trent, and above all, her handsome 
father. 

Chapter Two 

Mary Ann wasn't the only one for whom sleep didn't come readily that night. 
Across the street, in the rambling old house whose interior had been 
converted into a comfortably modern home, Neva Reynolds was taking a bath. 
Leaning back on the foam-rubber cushion attached to one end of the large 
square pink bathtub, she let her body luxuriate in a mountain of bubble bath 
while her tapering, scarlet-tipped fingers lifted a frosted glass containing 
rum and Coke to her full, cherry-colored lips. Directly opposite, she could 
see her own reflection in the mirror, and smiling a little to herself, she 
tapped playfully on one of her berry-like nipples whose deep red color 
contrasted brightly with the surrounding tufts of white bubbles. A faint 
ripple of pleasure emanated outward from the dark areola which, sensitized 
by the warm water, immediately hardened and sprang erect under her light 
touch. 

"Neva, girl," she said aloud as she began slowly sudsing her arms and 
shoulders, "you've come a long way. And if you play your cards right, honey, 
this is only the beginning. You've got the house, the wardrobe, money in the 
bank . . . the only thing missing for the final dash of respectability is 
the man. And he'll turn up. I'm not in any hurry . . . For the first time in 
my life, I have the luxury of being able to pick and choose, and I'm going 
to enjoy it. Oh, am I going to enjoy it!" 

Despite her resolution, however, the exotic-looking woman had to admit that 
sometimes it was hard to take her own advice. She wasn't used to spending so 
much time in chaste aloneness, and sometimes she actually found herself 
looking forward to the one week or more every month that she spent in the 
Essex House on Central Park South in an elegant suite of rooms rented by her 
wealthy "employer". True, it was a life she wanted to get away from, but it 
paid well, well enough to get her the house and a sizable bank account over 
the years. Besides, the parties he threw for his clients, of which Neva was 
a prominent feature, weren't necessarily so bad. A little kinky once in a 
while, but what the hell, that paid even better, and she wasn't above a 
little unusual action now and then. It kept her cooled off when she returned 
to Connecticut and the stifling propriety of small-town living. 

For six months now she'd been living her double life: highly paid call girl 
in the city, demure sophisticate with an independent income in the country. 
But this time there was a particularly long gap between trips to the city. 
Her employer, an upper-echelon sales executive for a large chemical company, 
would be out in the Midwest for another six weeks, and unless one of her old 
contacts called her service, she had several more weeks of relative 
inactivity to look forward to. 

Stepping out of the bathtub, the tawny-skinned brunette wrapped herself in a 
large, fluffy pink towel and then dusted her wetly glistening body with 
perfumed talcum powder. Dropping the towel, she removed the wide silk scarf 
that tied her hair back and shook out her thickly curling shoulder-length 
mane for a critical survey of her body in the mirror. 

Her breasts were full and voluptuously pendulous, though not heavy. Indeed, 
with her nipples completely relaxed and spreading in wide circles of deep 
rose, they looked as firm and inviting as they ever had. The 28 year old 
brunette turned herself this way and that, alert for any blemish or flaw in 
her nearly perfect beauty, but there was none. Despite her promiscuous 
lifestyle, her smooth skin and dewy radiance could have belonged to a 
sixteen year old virgin. 

Even her pussy didn't reflect the strain she'd subjected it to in the twelve 
years since she'd left Appalachian Springs, Georgia, she mused, placing one 
foot on the vanity stool and spreading the dark-fringed outer lips wide 
apart to peruse her most prized asset. Although her hymen was long gone, her 
cuntal passage was still narrow and tight, and the folds of skin that rimmed 
her sensitive clitoris were soft and smooth. Playfully she teased the 
bud-like little organ with the tip of her finger, watching it stir sleepily 
below the tangle of her softly curling black pubic hair. For an instant she 
contemplated finger-fucking herself, spreading her legs wide right then and 
there and bringing herself to climax. But somehow the idea wasn't 
particularly appealing tonight. 

No, that isn't what I need, she decided, slipping into a wine-colored velvet 
dressing gown that made her almond-shaped lavender eyes appear even darker. 
What I need is a nice, light-hearted fling with something young and 
handsome, with a big thick cock and no business or personal strings 
attached. Yes, an all-night fuck with some well-hung stud wouldset me up 
just fine! 

It was impossible, of course. She'd gone to great pains to establish a good 
reputation in the local community, and she wasn't going to jeopardize it for 
a simple whim. No, she was in the marriage market now, and she wasn't going 
to blow it. Soon, she reminded herself, soon I'll meet him. Divorced, around 
forty, well set up, and looking for a good-looking broad to give him some 
tender loving care. And I'm just the girl to do it. This time, I'm holding 
out for. . . for love! 

Still, the house seemed aggressively quiet as she went down to the kitchen 
and mixed herself another drink. She decided to light a small fire, put some 
records on the stereo, and curl up like a cat until she got tired enough to 
go to sleep. 

"I'll even give myself a really big thrill," she muttered wryly as she began 
piling logs and wadded-up newspaper in the large brick fireplace. "I'll 
shoot the works and order a sausage sandwich from the delly. That'll give 
the neighbors something to talk about!" 

By the time Joey Trent arrived at her back door with sandwiches and a 
six-pack of Pepsi about forty-five minutes later, the fire was roaring in 
the fireplace, and Neva was beginning to feel the effects of the three 
strong drinks she'd had in the past hour and a half. She had to steady 
herself on the kitchen table as she went to answer the door. 

"Hi," the arrogant teenager said as he walked past her into the kitchen. 
"You decided to take me up on my offer after all, huh?" 

Once again Joey was struck by the dark-haired older woman's physical allure, 
somehow even more vivid tonight, with her face devoid of makeup and her damp 
hair framing her delicately ovalled face like a dark, shimmering cloud. She 
looked younger, somehow, not unlike some of the girls at school, the older 
ones with bad reputations. It was her violet eyes, most of all, he decided. 
They were definitely bedroom eyes. 

 A guy only had to look at her to start imagining all sorts of things about 
what she'd look and feel like naked. Christ, he'd love to sink his hot cock 
into her cunt, or bury his head between her tawny thighs and lick her pussy 
until she screamed! She didn't seem as tall as usual, either, maybe because 
this was the first time he'd seen her when she wasn't wearing high heels. 
Tonight she had on a pair of gold thong sandals that peeked out from the hem 
of her long velvet robe, beneath which her lusciously attractive body was 
probably naked, judging from the way the wine-red garment molded to her 
sleek, full breasts. 

"I didn't think you'd still be working this late," Neva replied. "Shouldn't 
you be home in bed by now?" 

"In bed maybe, but not at home. This is my last delivery for the night, 
though." His sensual lips curled in a sardonic, but nevertheless engaging 
smile, and he stared pointedly at Neva. 

"Meaning?" 

"Meaning if you're in the mood for a little company, I'm free." 

Neva shot the boy a glance, then threw back her head and laughed. She knew 
his type. He was the kind of hard-fucking smart-ass kid she used to hang out 
with back home in Georgia. All bull and no brains, until life kicked him 
around a little. And it would. It always did. Then his type had a tendency 
to get a little ugly. Hell, judging from the way the kid looked at her, he 
was already a little ugly-minded, but in her present state of intoxication, 
she didn't really mind. 

"Well, if you're a very good boy, I think I might manage some milk and 
cookies, or even a Coke," she bantered, raising an eyebrow and smiling a 
little more flirtatiously than she would have if she had been in complete 
control of her acitons. 

"Fuck that stuff," Joey snorted. "I brought over a little grass with me. You 
interested?" 

"What makes you think I'm the kind who goes in for that illegal stuff?" the 
alluring brunette asked, preceding him into the firelit living room. 

"Oh, I don't know. You seem pretty hip. I'll bet you're into a lot of things 
that would surprise the people around here." The self-assured teenager took 
out a pack of cigarettes, tore the top off all the way across, and removed 
four rolled marijuana "joints" from the inside. "Am I wrong?" he asked, 
holding one out toward her. 

"Not entirely," Neva replied after a short pause. Then she took the 
cigarette and twirled it thoughtfully in her hands, until Joey leaned 
forward with a match to light it for her. His hands, she noticed, were long 
and powerful-looking for a boy his age, and the backs were fringed slightly 
with very pale blond hair. 

They passed the cigarette back and forth, their fingers touching a little 
more each time, until Joey lit another joint and began walking around the 
spacious living room, looking at and commenting on various objects. Neva 
finished the first joint and watched him, leaning back against the sofa 
cushions and letting her eyes rove lazily over his young male body, still 
tightly encased in faded blue jeans and T-shirt. The thick sweet smoke of 
the drug curled down into her lungs, making her body feel light and relaxed. 

He had the kind of body that had always turned her on, as far back as she 
could remember - lean and wiry, almost a little clumsy, but long and 
muscular without an ounce of fat. Even in high school that was the kind of 
body she couldn't resist. 

Neva closed her eyes and took another puff on the joint, remembering, almost 
able to smell, the oil and the leather jackets, to hear the sound of young, 
raucous male voices joking about the merits of their "wheels" and their 
"mamas", to taste the tartness of the cheap red wine they passed around as 
they raced over the hilly back roads of northern Georgia at two o'clock on a 
Sunday morning. Motorcycle mama for the Georgia Gypsies, property of Sly. 
Christ! How long ago it seemed now! 

But sweet to remember, oh yes, sweet. A warm excitement stirred in the 
lavender-eyed call girl as images from her past flooded her mind . . . long 
nights of depraved sex and wild partying, when it became a challenge to her 
to see how far she could go, how much she could take. And she'd loved it, 
every crazy lewd minute of it, every long thick cock that had been shoved up 
between her legs or buttocks or into her open mouth her Sly's or the 
"brothers' " he lent her to occasionally. Joey probably has a cock like 
Sly's, she thought, thick and long sticking out thick as a fence post over 
his tight little balls. His cock hair's ', probably just like the hair on 
his arms, only more coppery. I wonder if he'd got it on his thighs, too, she 
mused . . . 

"What's behind the curtain?" Joey's voice interrupted her obscene reverie. 
He was looking beyond her to the wall perpendicular to the fireplace, which 
was covered with a floor-to-ceiling drape of lime-green shantung. 

"Pull the cord, Neva instructed, indicating a long tasseled rope that hung 
from one side of the drape. Joey did as he was told, but the mechanism 
jammed, and nothing happened. 

"Here, I'll show you," Neva said as she rose from the couch. 

 Feeling as though she were floating from the potent effects of the 
marijuana, the sultry brunette walked over to the curtain cord and tugged on 
it lightly. Immediately the drapes slid back with a soft rustling sound, 
revealing a floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered most of the wall. 

"Far out," Joey murmured. "What's that for?" 

"I used to be a dancer. I still use it to keep in shape - exercises, thing 
like that. Besides," she continued, not quite conscious of what she was 
saying, "I like to look at myself. I'm very vain." 

"The way you look, you got a right to be." They were facing each other, and 
Joey could feel his heart pounding in his chest at the nearness of the 
enticingly mysterious older woman. He, too, was feeling the effects of the 
stuff they'd smoked, and his cock was pounding in his pants like an angry 
bull. To his drug-fogged eyes, Neva looked like a fantasy vision from the 
Arabian Nights, with her dark hair and exotic purple eyes. Her velvet robe 
had fallen open just slightly when she got up from the couch, and he 
couldn't prevent his eyes from wandering to the invitingly sculpted line of 
her cleavage disappearing down into the velvet folds of the shimmering 
garment. He wanted her, bad. His whole body ached with desire. 

And . . . and he was almost certain she wanted him, too. Hell, why shouldn't 
she? She was a woman, and he was a man, wasn't he? It didn't matter that she 
was older than he was. Some things didn't necessarily go by age. He'd seen 
her looking at him before, when she didn't think he was looking. Even now, 
her eyes were on him, with an amused, challenging look in them that seemed 
to be taunting him to prove his manhood. 



"You're not so bad yourself, handsome," Neva whispered. Then, before he knew 
quite what was happening, she took his face in one of her cool hands and 
kissed him, full and soft on the mouth, letting the tip of her tongue run 
lightly over his lips. 

The blond-haired delivery boy felt as though a bomb had exploded in his 
loins as her lips touched his, and with a low moan, he seized her soft 
pliant body in his arms, running his hands over her back and buttocks and 
crushing her breasts tightly against his hard-muscled young chest. Bending 
her backwards, he buried his head in her neck, sucking her muskily scented 
flesh between his lips and teeth and raising little red welts of passion on 
her smooth white neck and shoulders. 

"Whoa, slow down, lover boy," Neva protested as his hands began shakily 
fumbling with the sash of her robe. "Let's not rush into anything." Twisting 
away from him, she walked to the stereo and removed the record which had 
ended, she wasn't sure how long ago. Her feelings were confused. On the one 
hand, she was drunk and stoned and . . . and hot. On the other hand, it 
wasn't exactly a smart move to hop into bed with the local grocery boy, was 
it? 

But her mental objections seemed faint and ineffective in the face of the 
raging torrent of sexual feeling that the self-assured teenager's hungry 
caresses had roused in her. Hell, she was entitled to a fling once in a 
while, wasn't she? 

Indeed, goaded on by the potent chemicals in her system as well as by her 
overwhelming feelings of lust, Neva found herself resenting her self-imposed 
chastity, no matter how good her reasons were. One thing she'd learned in 
her life, you have to take your good luck where you find it. 

Still standing by the wall-size mirror, his penis throbbing frantically in 
his pants, Joey watched her select another record and put it on the stereo. 

"You gonna throw me out now?" he asked. 

Neva turned to face him. Without answering, she removed several large, 
overstuffed pillows from the couch and threw them on the floor in front of 
the fireplace. Then she lit another joint from the two remaining on the 
table and lowered herself down on the cushions, crossing her long, whitely 
tapering legs revealed in the opening of her robe. 

"No," she said softly, looking up at him from beneath her thick dark lashes. 
"I don't think so." 

In an instant, Joey was on the floor beside her, his hands tearing at her 
velvet robe, pulling it open until his hands came in contact with her lewdly 
beckoning flesh. Neva moaned softly as his lips seized first one, then the 
other of her nipples, sucking and twisting them into insanely quivering 
hardness. Setting down the joint on the hearth, the amoral older woman began 
returning his caresses, tearing at his clothes and unbuttoning his shirt. 
Pulling away from her for a moment, Joey quickly stripped naked. His cock 
swelled with passion and his balls tightened with lustful anticipation of a 
really wild fuck as her eyes roved over his hard young body. Then she 
slipped her robe off entirely, so that she, too, was naked, except for the 
gold thong sandals. 

Seeing Neva Reynolds stretched out like that completely naked in front of 
him, made Joey feel more excited than he ever had in his life. He felt like 
a barbarian chieftain with a slave, a beautiful, dark-haired concubine that 
he could use any obscene way he wanted. The idea made his blood pound hotter 
in his temples, and he threw himself on top of her, grinding his cock 
against the softness of her belly and forcing her mouth wide open so his 
tongue could explore its dark, warm cave-like interior. 

Neva responded to his caresses with animal abandon, rolling this way and 
that on the pillows and running her hands greedily over the flesh of his 
naked back and buttocks. He was just as good as she'd thought he'd be, she 
exulted, and his cock was a monster! Working her hand between their tightly 
locked bodies, she seized its wildly pulsating hardness and skillfully 
pulled back the soft, loose foreskin to expose the rubbery head, teasing it 
with her nimble finger, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves that drove 
young Joey wild with lust. 

Not to be outdone, he snaked his own hand up between her parted legs to the 
curling strands of pubic hair that surrounded her warmly throbbing cuntal 
split. Neva cried out with pleasure beneath him as his middle finger found 
her tender clitoris and rotated maddeningly against it, sending stabs of 
lusty passion spiraling through her nakedly aroused body. Then he worked his 
finger downward to the moist little entrance of her vagina. For a moment he 
played teasingly around the sensitive opening, and then with one swift 
smooth stroke, plunged his rigidly extended middle finger all the way up 
between her legs. 

"Oooooohhh yyyeessss," Neva groaned, spreading her legs wider to receive his 
lewdly invading finger, while her hands continued their frenzied massage of 
his pulsing young cock. "Yeeessssssss!" 

In response, Joey rammed his finger even deeper into the moist warm interior 
of her cunt, twisting, probing and stretching the eagerly contracting walls 
wide, while Neva moaned ecstatically. 

"Oh, I want to fuck you," he moaned. "I want to fuck the living daylights 
out of you." "Then let's do it, lover, right now!" Neva pulled away from 
him, and he removed his finger from her desire-drenched cunt. Then, to his 
surprise, the voluptuously naked brunette turned over on her stomach and 
propped herself up on her elbows and knees facing the huge mirror on the 
opposite wall. Her buttocks swayed back in lewd invitation at the sex-driven 
young teenager. 

She peered at him from beneath a curtain of disheveled dark hair, and ran 
her pink tongue lightly over her lips. "Fuck me from behind, Joey," she 
invited in a sultry voice, "so we can watch it in the mirror!" 

The young delivery boy could hardly believe his ears at her obscene 
invitation, but there was no doubt about what she meant. Her upturned 
buttocks were spread wide, and he could see the wetly glistening pink slit 
of her pussy contracting involuntarily with carnal allure. 

He didn't have to be asked twice. Quickly kneeling behind her, he seized the 
softly flaring flesh of her hips in his hands and squeezed it hungrily, 
rocking her back and forth against the obscene protuberance of his hotly 
throbbing cock, which was purplish red with excitement, the blue veins along 
the length swollen and stretched taut. Gripping his lust-engorged shaft in 
his hand, he positioned it with the blunt, bulbous tip at the entrance to 
her moistly contracting cunt. His eyes met Neva's in the mirror, and he 
could hardly believe the incredibly erotic image they made together - 
himself, looking like a goddamn satyr, about to plunge his sixteen year old 
cock into the upturned pussy of the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. Shit! The 
guys would never believe it! 

"Come into me, Joey," Neva cooed. "Shove your beautiful big boy-cock all the 
way up inside my cunt! NOW!" 

With a deep, savage growl, the teenager leaned forward, bracing himself on 
her hips with his hands, and sank his blood-bloated penis all the way into 
her deep female softness right to the hilt until the wide base slammed 
against the tightly stretched circle of her vagina. 

"Oooohhh," Neva groaned, "that's it! Fuck me good!" 

The young blond delivery boy began to move his lust-engorged cock in and out 
between her legs, slowly at first, then gaining speed as tantalizing ripples 
of pleasure washed through his adolescent body. Neva fucked back, her 
movements in perfect sync with his rapidly mounting strokes, her experienced 
cuntal muscles clutching at his rigidly erect shaft, then letting go, 
milking him softly and drawing him ever deeper up inside her hungry loins. 

"Oh . . . baby ..." he groaned, scarcely able to get the words out, "I'm 
gonna give it to you like you've never had it before! I'm gonna fuck you so 
good you won't be able to walk for a week!" 

"Do it!" Neva hissed, her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy. 
"Do it harder! As hard as you can!" 

Gone were all thoughts of propriety or concern for her reputation. She was 
nothing but a quivering mass of desire-racked female flesh now, wanting only 
one thing - a stiff hard cock ramming into her aching cunt with all its 
might, filling her completely until she couldn't take any more. Digging her 
knees into the pile of the carpet, Neva leaned back into Joey's merciless 
cock-strokes, struggling to maintain her balance against their increasing 
force, a force which almost threatened to lift her clear off the floor with 
each thrust. This was what she lived for - wild, crazy sex, the harder the 
better! This was what really made her feel alive! Out of control now, she 
screamed obscene demands to the lustily pumping youth, while both of them 
were riveted to their own lewd images in the mirror. 

"Harder! Harder!" she urged. "Hurt me! Hurt me with your big cock! Oh God it 
feels so good! Oh Joey! Jooooeeeeyyyyy!" 

Her cries were all the young delivery boy needed to fuel the animal savagery 
which was now taking him over completely. He fucked her without mercy, his 
hard, sexually tensed buttocks lunging powerfully back and forth, his eyes 
glued to the torrid, pornographic images in the wall-size mirror. His thick, 
sinewy penis was swollen nearly to the bursting point, and his drum-tight 
balls slapped wetly against her hot, moist inner thighs. Every one of his 
young muscles strained with lustful need as his rock-hard penis tore along 
the helplessly quaking walls of her love-hungry cunt. 

He reached beneath her and gripped the soft, spongy mounds of her lushly 
swaying breasts and squeezed them hard, sending even more excruciating 
sensations of both pleasure and pain through the nakedly kneeling brunette's 
passion-charged body. At that moment the rutting teenager felt his seed 
begin to surge upward in his loins, filling his hot young testicles and 
threatening to overflow. 

"I'm cu-cu-cummmmiinnngg!" he gasped. "Cummminnnggg!" 

His words excited in Neva a feeling of throbbing, burning exultancy. Her 
blood raced feverishly through her straining body, her skin tingled as if 
licked by flames. The raging thrills in her hotly clutching vagina grew to 
mind-shattering proportions and waves of pulsing hot pleasure deluged her 
loins. 

"Cummmm," she urged, never taking her eyes from the mirror as she ground her 
ripely rounded buttocks back hard against Joey's firm young belly. "Cum now! 
With me!" 

Her lust-inflamed cuntal walls palpitated wildly and gushed with steamy 
female essenses, just as Joey's cock exploded with a stream of white, 
bubbling cum that jetted from the parted glans of his cockhead and poured 
into her grasping cunt like a bursting dam. 

"AAAAHHHH!" Joey screamed as his hot liquid semen spurted madly up into her 
writhing belly. His body arched triumphantly, and Neva drew in the 
cream-like sperm rapturously, her body writhing with pleasure. Her own 
cuntal juices were flowing freely, gushing around his jerking penis. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the torrid coupling was over. Joey 
withdrew his dripping rod of flesh from Neva's still trembling vagina, and 
the ravaged older woman fell forward on her belly on the rug. For a moment 
they each lay still, hardly touching. Then Joey lit another joint, took a 
deep puff and handed it to Neva. 

"Well, you kept your word," she purred as she took the sweet-smelling 
cigarette from the teenager's hand. "You really do deliver." 

Joey grinned with male pride, and his hands reached out to stroke the tawny 
flesh of her thighs. "Baby," he said, looking at her impudently, "you ain't 
seen nothing yet!" 

Chapter Three 

The following Monday morning, Neva Reynolds sat in the kitchen of her home, 
sipping slowly on her second cup of coffee and puffing languidly on a 
pastel-colored cigarette, deep in thought. Her galvanic encounter with Joey 
the previous Friday evening had affected her strongly. But the frenzied 
episode with the muscular delivery boy, exciting though it was, had become a 
source of keen regret to the older woman almost as soon as if was over. 

What if the youth began bragging about his exploits, spreading all over town 
the story of her lewd alcohol and drug-induced fling? That could destroy 
everything the raven-haired temptress had worked so hard for in the past few 
months. It would tear asunder the protective veil of mystery she had placed 
around herself and destroy all her hopes and plans for the future. 

Taking a deep puff on her cigarette, she inwardly cursed herself for being 
so weak and eager for sex that she allowed herself to succumb to the 
muscular young man's advances. Once more, the twenty-eight year old brunette 
acknowledged ruefully, she had given in to her lifelong fatal attraction to 
exciting males and the thrillingly barbaric brand of sex they offered, which 
threatened to remain the raison d'etre of her life. Neva knew that kind of 
life was over for her now. It had to be. For, if she continued to prolong 
it, staving off the invitable for just one more fling and then another, she 
would end up a fading and lonely old whore. It was too high a price to pay, 
and she was more determined than ever to do something about it, and soon. 

Rising from her chair, she picked up her cup and saucer, walked to the sink 
and placed them in a small pile of dirty dishes she- had left from random 
meals the previous day. 

 "Well, baby," she murmured to herself as she began to fill the sink with 
dish soap and hot water, "looks like you're gonna end up a housewife after 
all." 



"She laughed mockingly to herself, remembering how, in her flamboyant youth, 
she had promised herself that the last place she t would end up would be 
behind a sink doing the dishes or washing her husband's laundry. And kids! 
Christ, who wanted kids. The young Neva had wanted only to be a vivacious 
sexual magnet that no man could resist. She wasn't going to be tied down to 
a dead-end existence like the girls she'd grown up with. But now, the idea 
of marriage to a steady, reliable man was beginning to seem as alluring as 
the wild free life had when she first cut loose from Appalachian Springs. 
"Life is so strange," she murmured as she wiped clean the last of the 
dishes, "so damn, strange." 

She was about to go upstairs when she heard the sound of a car starting up 
in front of the house across the street. Through a living room window, she 
saw Gordon Hall, her handsome brown-eyed new neighbor, drive off down the 
street, while his fourteen year old daughter waved animatedly from the 
doorway of their house. They had dropped in to introduce themselves the day 
before, and Neva found the attractive widower interesting and extremely 
good-looking. She had some difficulty warming up to the daughter, who seemed 
cold and haughty, but then, Neva never had been particularly adept at 
dealing with children, so it didn't bother her. It was a perfect setup, the 
ravishing woman realized, almost too perfect. 

"I think I'll pay them a neighborly visit soon," she decided as she watched 
the young gir) disappear into the house, "... 'cause, Neva baby, like the 
old song says, ' . . . there's gonna be some changes made . . . ' And, the 
sooner, the better." 

About five o'clock that afternoon, Gordon Hall drove his late-model 
Oldsmobile through the tree-lined streets of Westport, heading back home. It 
had been a tough day, his first working day as public relations advisor for 
Thermo-Tron Electronics. He considered himself lucky to have been working 
for so long with the same company and even luckier that they had agreed to 
transfer him from their Los Angeles office to the East Coast so he could 
help his troubled daughter find a new life for herself away from the 
swelling perversion that threatened to overrun the City of the Angels. And 
Mary Ann did seem happier now, despite her unwillingness as yet to pursue 
new friendships. Yet, there was no denying that his job was hard, with 
endless hours of trying to convince dubious company executives of the value 
of good community relations and large-scale advertising. 

He was good at his work, but it was tiring, particularly since he also had 
the responsibility of being a parent alone - raising a teenage daughter who 
was not only going through the normal difficulties of newly blossoming young 
womanhood, but was also deeply disturbed by her harrowing premature sexual 
experience a year earlier. It was too much, he realized, for one person. 
Mary Ann needed a mother's guidance, someone who could advise her as an 
older woman and help her through her emotional turmoil. Yet, since his first 
wife, Sandra, had died, he had met no one he felt was even remotely 
qualified to take her place. Suddenly his brain filled with memories of his 
blonde buoyant wife, so radiant and charming. He still could not comprehend 
the cruel fate that had decreed her untimely death when their daughter was 
only four years old. 

"I should have never let her go out on that modeling assignment," he 
reminded himself bitterly. "If I hadn't, she might still be alive." 

Gordon had met his future wife because of a TV commercial that his company, 
Thermo-Chem, was producing to promote a new transistor, and the bubbling 
blonde girl, who was then the most sought after TV model in Los Angeles, was 
selected. It had been love at first sight, and Gordon had been totally 
enthralled by her apple pie wholesomeness and childlike manner. After two 
months, they were married, and, after a year of wedded bliss, their daughter 
Mary Ann was born. There seemed nothing that could mar their life together. 
Gordon was promoted several times with hefty increases in salary, and Sandra 
gave up her career to become a full-time wife and mother with even more 
enthusiasm and skill, her husband felt, than she had exhibited as a model. 

Then, one day, her agent called with a tempting offer to do a commercial for 
a new line of synthetic materials. Sandra would model a series of elegantly 
designed clothes made of the new fabric against a series of dramatic 
on-location settings. Who could have anticipated that tragedy would occur, 
that she would be swept up by an unexpected gust of wind as she posed with 
all her usual charm at the edge of a high precipice in Laurel Canyon and be 
hurled mercilessly down a fifty-foot embankment like a sack of grain while 
the TV crew looked on in horror and shock? 

Mary Ann, doubtless because of her youth and resilience, had adjusted to her 
mother's death with a minimum of trauma, but for Gordon, the loss of his 
beloved wife was a heavy blow, one from which he feared he would never 
recover. In fact, it was only now, ten years later and after his daughter's 
traumatizing sexual experience that he even considered finding another mate. 
He had adjusted to the idea of remaining single and to his role of widower, 
satisfied only to see that Mary Ann was taken care of properly. But there 
was no doubt now that his daughter, so disconcertingly the picture of his 
dead wife, needed a mother at this crucial stage in her life, and needed one 
quickly. 

 But it wasn't only concern for his beautiful offspring that triggered these 
thoughts, Gordon realized, as he drove down the street toward his new 
Connecticut home. 

No, there was something else stirring inside him . . . the need to be with a 
woman again, to know the companionship and balancing harmony that only an 
understanding wife could bring to a man's life, and, of course, to satisfy 
his sexual needs. He had struggled to remain celibate after Sandra's death, 
for he really desired no other woman. It had seemed to him then that his 
recent painful loss made the idea of beginning again the long road of 
courtship repellent, even dangerous - at least emotionally. The handsome 
young public relations man had decided never to remarry. But, lately, his 
physical needs had begun to gnaw at him, and, although he had alleviated his 
frequent aching erections through masturbation and mental resistance, he 
knew only too well that his muscular body, still at the peak of manhood, was 
now demanding release, strong release, to satisfy its long-repressed basic 
needs. 

 As Gordon reached the driveway of his split-level house, he made a 
determined effort to remove these conflicting thoughts from his mind and 
present a cheerful visage to his blonde daughter. Parking the car deftly in 
the garage, he walked toward the back door of his house, and was surprised 
when Mary Ann came running out to greet him. 

"Hi sweetheart," he called warmly as his curvaceous daughter ran toward him, 
her slender young body clad in a snug white blouse that revealed the budding 
pear-shaped mounds of her adolescent breasts, and a short cotton-print 
circle skirt that swirled around her lithe tapering legs. 

"Oh Daddy, I'm so glad you're home," she cried as she flung her young arms 
around him tightly, clinging to him. 

"Well, well, well," her handsome father said, laughing lightly, "It's sure 
nice to be greeted so enthusiastically." 

"We've got company," the young girl said, breaking away from him, her voice 
becoming flat and a little annoyed. 

"Company? Who is it?" 

"That lady from across the street. Miss Reynolds." 

"Oh yes? Well, it was nice of her to drop by. She's a very attractive lady, 
don't you think?" 

"I guess so," Mary Ann replied evenly, holding her father's arm tightly as 
they walked to the house. "But she's not pretty like Mommy was. And she 
wears too much perfume." 

"Mary Ann," her father said, stopping short, "that's no way to talk about 
someone you hardly know. I'm sure Miss Reynolds is a very good person, and I 
don't like to hear you talking like that. About anybody." 

A petulant look crossed the young girl's pretty face as he spoke. Although 
she couldn't quite define why, the older woman's presence somehow threatened 
her. She had looked forward to a nice evening alone with her handsome father 
and had even cooked a special meal for the two of them. Now, that woman was 
intruding herself into their cozy little world, and Gordon's teenage 
daughter didn't like it one single bit. 

"I'm .. . I'm sorry Daddy," she said finally as they resumed their walk 
toward the back door, "it's . . . it's just ... I don't know ... I get so 
scared sometimes ... I don't know what's wrong with me." 

"Well, just put it out of your head, sweetheart. I'm sure Miss Reynolds just 
wants to be friends with us, and I think you should give her the benefit of 
the doubt. Okay?" 

"Okay, Daddy ... if you say so." 

"That's my girl." 

As they went in through the kitchen door, Gordon found himself strangely 
excited to see Neva. Although they had chatted only briefly over the 
weekend, merely as neighbors getting acquainted, the sultry brunette's 
potent charms were not lost on the long-celibate young husband. Indeed his 
voluptuous neighbor was one of the most attractive women he had ever met, 
and, although she was vastly different from his deceased wife, she seemed to 
call forth in him a deep sense of masculine desire that he had not felt for 
years. Briefly, he wondered if Neva could be the woman he was looking for, 
someone to be a sensual loving wife to him and a good mother to his 
daughter. 

Easy there, Gordie old boy, he cautioned himself. You're way ahead of 
yourself. 

As he walked into the living room, he suddenly found himself face to face 
with his sexy neighbor, and he caught his breath at the sight of her 
ravishing body enticingly clad in a mauve-colored pants-suit, her thick 
black hair cascading around her exquisitely made-up face and flowing loosely 
to her shoulders. 

"Hi neighbor," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I thought we 
should get to know each other a little better." 

"Great," Gordon replied, half-mesmerized by her spell-binding beauty, "I'm 
glad you came over." 

Behind them, standing in the living-room entrance, Mary Ann's heart began to 
beat faster, and the tips of her fingers grew cold as ice. 

In the ensuing few weeks, Gordon and Neva saw each other frequently. At 
first it was a mutual exchange of dinners at each other's houses. Then they 
began to go out, to the movies, for cocktails, dinners, their relationship 
growing and deepening, much to Mary Ann's irritation. She had disliked Neva 
from the first time she saw her, and she resented the fact that her own 
father was showering the sleek older woman with so much attention. But he 
always got annoyed when she spoke of her annoyance, and finally the blonde 
girl had been forced to mask her feelings and even pretend, for her father's 
sake, that she too liked the alluring brunette. 

On a Friday evening in early September, Mary Ann found herself alone in the 
house. Her father and Neva had left around six o'clock for dinner at a 
country restaurant, promising to be back early. Gordon's daughter had 
refused again to have a babysitter, insisting that she was old enough to 
take care of herself. 

Bored now, she sat on the living room sofa gazing absently at the flickering 
television set, wishing things could be different, wishing her father wasn't 
seeing so much of that neighbor woman, wishing she didn't have to start 
school next week and confront people her own age. 

"Oh, why does everything have to be so complicated?" she thought to herself. 

Outside, she heard the sound of a motorcycle riding up the street and was 
surprised to hear it stop in front of her house. Racing to the window, she 
saw, in the light of early evening, Joey Trent locking a lightweight Honda. 

"Oh no," she said unhappily, "what does he want?" 

The delivery boy for the delicatessen had made it a point lately to drop by, 
and the curvaceous blonde teenager knew he was trying to get her to warm up 
to him. But she wanted nothing to do with boys and, especially, this 
arrogant youth who was sauntering up her front walk. Maybe in the future, 
when she was -better - then maybe she would go out on dates, but not now, 
and especially not with Joey Trent. There was something in his eyes she 
didn't like, a frank sensuality that made her shiver slightly whenever he 
drew near her. In the next moment, he was knocking at the door. 



Mary Ann walked briskly to the door, her face a mask of cold disdain, and 
opened it. "What do you want?" she spat, "Just a friendly visit, baby." 

"I am not your 'baby," and I don't want visitors." 

"Now that's no way to treat a guy," he said, slipping past her and striding 
into the living room. "All alone tonight?" 

"That's none of your business, Joey Trent," she snapped, slamming the front 
door and following him angrily into the living room. 

"Now you get out of here!" 

"Ah, cool it, Mary Ann. I'm not so bad when you get to know me. Most of the 
girls in school'd give their right arm to have me drop by." 

"Well, I'm not one of them, Mr. high-and-mighty, and, if you don't get out 
of here this minute, I'm going to get my father to throw you out." 

"Your father? Your father's out on the town with that Reynolds broad. I saw 
'em goin' into ! 

The Hearthstone Restaurant about half an hour ago. Thought maybe you'd be 
lonesome here all by yourself." 

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you. And what I meant was that I'd call him at 
the restaurant and tell him you're here." 

"Hey, come on, Mary Ann," the youth said, smiling at her with unexpected 
warmth. "I'm not all that bad, am I? I was just sorta lonesome myself and 
thought maybe I could break the ice a little with you." 

"Well... I guess I can't force you to go ... " 

"Nice place you got here, ya know?" Joey said as he walked curiously around 
the living room. "That Reynolds chick has a nice place too ... real nice." 



"Oh, I guess you're a friend of hers," the nubile youngster taunted. 



"Yeah," Joey said, laughing darkly, "I am. A real good friend. She's got a 
lot of friends, you know. Including your father. Can't blame him, she's a 
nice piece of ass!" 

Mary Ann's body stiffened noticeably, and her lips tightened into a thin 
line. 

 "Don't talk that way," she spat at the hard-muscled youth, "don't you ever 
talk that way to me! And don't talk about my father either!" 



"Ah, who are you kidding? That dame's hot to screw anybody in pants, 
including your old man, and, from the looks of things, your precious 
father's hip to it and started getting his share, just like I did!" 

"You're LYING!" the shocked adolescent cried, "LYING!" 



"Am I? Wake up, baby, you're living in a dream world. That Reynolds dame 
ain't keeping your father around with her brilliant conversation, believe 
me!" 

"It's not true! How would you know? How?" I "I know plenty. I know 
everything that goes on in this town, stuff that'd make your pretty blonde 
hair stand on end. Sure, I been making it with that bitch, just like your 
old man!" 

Gordon's teenage daughter was shaking violently with a brutal combination of 
anger and shocked disbelief, her young brain reeling in a torrent of 
conflicting thoughts. Joey couldn't be making love to Neva Reynolds! And, 
how dare he imply that her father would ever - no - not like that, it was 
impossible, impossible! 

"Get out of here!" she hissed through clenched teeth, "get out of here 
before I scream!" 

"Ah, what do you want to do that for? Come on, babe, that's life. It ain't 
so bad. You got to grow up a little, you know that? Maybe old Joey can 
help." 

Taking advantage of the girl's confused, distraught condition, he moved 
closer to Mary Ann, who stood paralyzed and uncomprehending in the center of 
the living room. The blonde delivery boy's cock was throbbing thickly in his 
pants as his eyes roved with lusty desire over the fourteen year old's 
softly curving young body. 

"Looks like you're the only one not getting any, Mary Ann," he murmured 
softly, standing only inches away from her and eager to grab her luscious 
form. "But old Joey's here to see you get your share too." 

Suddenly, without warning, Mary Ann slapped the youth hard on the cheek, 
sending him reeling back, stunned. 

"What. .. what'd you do that for?" 

The blonde teenager stared at him with such steely contempt that Joey was 
taken aback. He'd thought she'd be an easy mark, once the ground was broken, 
but he was beginning to realize that this little girl was different. She 
meant business, and there was an expression on her face that made him think 
maybe she was a little crazy too. 

"Now, you get out of here," she said in a voice edged with ice, "or I'll 
call the police and tell them . . . that you raped me." 

"Hey . .. look, Mary Ann ... I ... " 

"Get out, Joey Trent, now! I'm warning you!" 

The stunned delivery boy wasted no time heading for the door. 

"Sorry kid," he said, glancing back momentarily, before he slipped out of 
the front door and closed it hastily behind him. 

Mary Ann stood frozen as his motorcycle revved up and then roared down the 
street. Then she walked slowly back to the couch and sat down perfectly 
still, breathing evenly. 

"He was lying," she said quietly to herself, almost as if she was talking to 
another person, "He must be. But . ..but maybe he wasn't... I'll have to ... 
to find out for myself. Because ... I have to warn Daddy!" 

Chapter Four 

While the evil seeds planted in Mary Ann's impressionable young mind were 
already beginning to take root and grow, her father and Neva Reynolds, 
oblivious to the ominous events which would affect each of their futures, 
were enjoying the last of a sumptuous dinner at the Hearthstone, one of 
Westport's most fashionable restaurants. 

"Mmmmmm, Gordon, that was the most fantastic meal I've eaten in weeks," Neva 
sighed, leaning back against the plush upholstery banquette and taking a 
final swallow of wine. "I didn't realize they had such a good chef here." 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Mary Ann's father replied, reaching over to 
refill her glass, then his own. "I've never eaten here myself before 
tonight, but one of the fellows I work with recommended this place. I'll 
have to thank him on Monday." 

"You certainly will. I can't remember when I've enjoyed myself more!" 

Neva smiled warmly at the well-built business executive, and Gorden felt his 
heart beat faster as he gazed at the ivory perfection of her fine features, 
a reaction he'd noticed was becoming more and more frequent in the presence 
of his attractive and sophisticated neighbor. His dark-haired neighbor was, 
he had to admit, the most exciting woman he'd ever met, and sometimes he 
felt like an awkward schoolboy in the face of her serenely exotic beauty. 

They were seated side by side at a round candlelit table against the wall, 
and the high back of the upholstered seat provided an atmosphere of intimacy 
and subtle sensuality that the curly-haired widower hadn't allowed himself 
in years. In fact, the six weeks since he'd met Neva and begun dating her 
were the happiest in his life since the death of his wife. He'd begun to 
feel alive again, and, more important, he was aware again of his own 
sexuality, of the fact that a beautiful woman might find him worth her time 
and attention. 

Neva made him feel wonderful, and his cock practically saluted when she 
walked into a room. Even now, just from the subtle scent of her perfume and 
the presence of her lithely rounded body only inches away from him, it was 
beating an insistent tattoo in the prison of his pants leg. 

"I always enjoy myself with you, Neva," he finally replied. "So much so I'm 
sometimes a little - alarmed by it." 

Neva laughed softly with delight at his compliment. She, too, felt an 
unfamiliar excitement with Gordon, not just the sexual hunger that his good 
looks and tall trim physique aroused in her, though that was certainly there 
. . . Lord was it there! It took no small effort on the part of the 
sensually liberated brunette to control the physical intimacy she allowed 
herself to invite. 

So far, they'd shared nothing more than a few good-night kisses, kisses that 
were tender at first, but lately had become increasingly passionate. It was 
becoming more and more difficult for her to play the role of respectable 
woman living alone and careful of her reputation, when what she really 
wanted was to melt into Gordon's arms and surrender completely to the keen 
sensations of lust that wound through her loins like the serpent that 
tempted Eve. 

But that would be the wrong move, she knew, exactly the sort of thing that 
would drive him away, and that was the last thing in the world she wanted. 
For she, too, found herself experiencing new emotions lately. She liked the 
way Gordon treated her, the respect and deference he showed her even when he 
didn't have to. It was not what she usually got from men, and to her own 
surprise, she was beginning to like it. Of course, if he didn't make a move 
soon, she might have to nudge him a little, but that was a fact she didn't 
mind in the least. In fact, she was looking forward to it. The very thought 
made her eyes sparkle, and, smiling mischievously, she raised her wine 
glass. 

"A toast," she announced, placing one warm well-manicured hand over his. "To 
the good neighbor policy - may good neighbors get as close as possible!" 

"I'll drink to that," Gordon laughed, clinking glasses with her and draining 
the last of the wine. Then, in the silence that followed, he squeezed her 
hand, which was still nestled in his own. A warm current of shared erotic 
feeling passed between them, and Neva demurely lowered her eyes, but not 
before she returned the pressure of his hand, and even lightly ran her 
tapering fingers over his palm. 

"I hate to break this up," she murmured, "but you did say you wanted to get 
back early because of Mary Ann." 

"I know," Gordon sighed. "I suppose you think it's silly of me to worry 
about her the way I do, but I don't like to leave her alone at night for 
very long. 

I guess it's the paranoia of the single parent." 

"What did you do when you were in California?" 

"I'd always leave her with a housekeeper or a babysitter, but she absolutely 
refuses to have one now. I can't convince her, and I can't really feel 
comfortable with her idea that she's old enough to take care of herself." 

"Maybe you're being over-protective," Neva suggested. "Sometimes that can be 
as bad as not giving a child enough attention." Privately, Neva was a little 
disturbed by Gordon's attachment to his strange blonde fourteen year old 
daughter. It wasn't just that his concern for the child cut short his 
evenings out with her; there was something else, too, something she saw 
sometimes in the innocent-looking child's eyes that made the worldly 
brunette shiver a little. 

"You're probably right. Sometimes I do feel she's much too dependent on me. 
She's actually unwilling to spend time with people her own age. In a way, 
that's a little unhealthy, I think." 

"Then, why don't you start forcing her out of the nest a little? Gently, of 
course, but firmly. 

She'll probably thank you for it eventually." 

"It's. . . it's not quite that easy, Neva, though God knows I wish it were 
..." A worried frown furrowed the young father's brow, and he rubbed the 
back of his neck, a habit he had when he was disturbed by something. He 
hadn't told Neva yet about what had happened to Mary Ann in California, and, 
for a moment, he looked for words. Then he shrugged helplessly. "It's a long 
story, and you probably wouldn't be interested anyway." 

Neva reached out and grasped his hand in both of her own, and looked at him 
seriously. "Haven't you figured out yet that anything that concerns you 
interests me, Gordon? Why don't you order coffee for us while I go freshen 
my makeup, and then you can tell me all about it. That is, if you want to. I 
don't want to pry." 

Gordon smiled at her gratefully. "There's nothing I'd like better than to 
tell you about it. Neva. I think I really need a woman's point of view. 
Maybe you can straighten things out a little forme." 

"I'll try," the voluptuous brunette promised as she rose from the table. "Be 
right back." 

Gordon watched as she made her way across the dining room in the direction 
of the ladies room, the full skirt of her thin-strapped vee-necked black 
chiffon dress billowing softly with the undulations of her flaring hips. He 
noticed with a good deal of pride the way the eyes of the men in the room 
followed her, and noticed too the cool way she handled it, acknowledging 
their attention with poise and grace, yet every inch a lady. Gordon, he told 
himself, have a feeling that coming to Connecticut is going to turn out to 
be one of the smartest moves you ever made. For you and Mary Ann! 

Despite his good intentions, it was more than an hour later when Gorden 
finally turned into the quiet street where he and Neva both lived. There 
were no lights on in his house, so he assumed that Mary Ann was asleep. 

"Poor thing." Neva murmured sympathetically. "I had no idea she'd been 
through such a terrible ordeal. Now I understand why you're so concerned 
about her, Gordon." 

"You know, Neva, I've spent so much time talking tonight that I haven't 
really had a chance to hear what you think about all this. I mean, well, I 
know it's selfish of me," he said as he drove the car into the driveway, 
"but how would you feel about coming in for a while and talking? It's not 
the most exciting end to the evening, but..." 

"I'd love to," his attractive neighbor quickly assured him. "I don't know if 
I can really say anything useful, but what are friends for if they can't 
share your troubles?" 

They were seated in front of the house in darkness, and the light of the 
moon-cast shadows over the raven-haired call girl's face that made her seem 
even more beautiful than ever. Impulsively, but with great tenderness, 
Gordon reached over and took her face in his hands. 

"You're becoming much more than a neighbor to me, Neva," he whispered, and 
then he leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Neva returned his 
kiss, savoring the unspoken messages of desire he transmitted with his lips 
and the trembling of his body against hers. Softly she reached up and 
stroked his hand as they separated. 

"I'm glad," she said warmly, "really glad, Gordon." 

Then the athletic young business executive got out of the car and bounded 
over to open the door for her. Hand in hand they walked up the flagstone 
pathway to his back door. 

Upstairs in her bedroom, Mary Ann listened to the arrival of the car. She 
had gone to bed a little earlier, but couldn't fall asleep-until her father 
came home. She always waited for him to come up and kiss her good-night, and 
tonight in particular she needed to see him, after all the awful things Joey 
Trent had told her. When the car pulled into the driveway, she got out of 
bed and went over to her window, but, to her surprise, her daddy didn't get 
out right away. And, when he did, it was with Miss Reynolds. The blue-eyed 
fourteen year old watched in sinking disbelief as the two of them came 
toward the house and then disappeared out of sight behind the leaves of the 
tree outside her window. The next sound she heard was the back door opening 
and their muted voices in the kitchen. 

"He's bringing her in here," the shocked teenager murmured, her heart 
beating faster with a fearful sensation. She didn't want that woman in her 
house. Especially tonight! Trembling with fear and anger, she got back into 
bed and buried herself under the covers. Daddy likes Miss Reynolds too much, 
she mused darkly. She had to do something, but what? 

Downstairs, Gordon switched on the lights and took the crocheted stole that 
Neva had thrown over her shoulders to keep out the chill of the early autumn 
Connecticut evening. 

"I'll just go and check up on Mary Ann, and then I'll be right back." 

"Can I do anything while you're gone? Make coffee, maybe?" 

"That'd be nice. Or, if you like, there's some Scotch in the bar in the 
dining room and some ice in the refrigerator." 

"Sounds great. I think I can take it from there." 

Mary Ann heard the door to her room open and her father tiptoe softly across 
the room to her bed. Instead of leaping up to greet him as she usually did, 
the troubled child pretended to be asleep. Her blonde hair fanned out on the 
pillow, and, to Gordon, seeing her by the dim light that came through the 
window, she looked as innocent and vulnerable as a baby with her hands 
clenched in little fists around her pillow and her young body, just on the 
verge of alluring young womanhood, curled up under the covers. 

"You awake, baby?" he whispered. 

Mary Ann didn't move. Gordon looked down at his apparently sleeping daughter 
with love in his heart, then he bent over and kissed her on the forehead. 
"Sleep well, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing a few strands of hair out of 
her eyes. "Everything's going to be fine. Soon, very soon, in fact, you 
might have ... a new mother." He pulled the covers protectively over her 
shoulders, and then tiptoed out of the room again, closing the door behind 
him. 

Once she was sure he was gone, Mary Ann opened her eyes wide and sat up in 
bed. His words had sent a shudder of horror through her young body, clad 
only in thin blue baby doll pajamas. Gordon Hall would have been shocked at 
the expression of sheer malevolence that spread like an ugly stain over his 
daughter's innocent features as she absorbed his last words. 

A new mother? A NEW MOTHER!? 

No! her mind screamed. She folded her legs up and wrapped her bare arms 
around them, resting her chin on her knees, her whole body strained and 
taut. I've got to stop him, she thought. But how? How? 

By the time Gordon got back downstairs, Neva had made two stiff drinks, put 
an album of soothing instrumental music on the record player in the living 
room and turned the lights down to give the room a soft homelike glow. She 
wasn't sure just exactly what would happen this evening, but she was 
determined that the atmosphere would be as conducive to physical intimacy as 
possible. 

"How's Mary Ann?" she asked. Gordon came into the room just as she had 
curled up 

; comfortably in a corner of the over-stuffed sofa. 

"Sleeping like a baby," he answered. "Say, this place looks great. What did 
you do?" 

"Oh nothing special. Just tried to make things a little cozy." "Well, you 
certainly succeeded. It looks like a different room." 

 "Glad you like it. Now why don't you take off your jacket and loosen your 
tie and relax and have your drink." 

"I think I will," her brown-eyes neighbor 

 replied, taking off his expensively tailored sports 

 jacket. Neva allowed her eyes to savor the lean 

 muscularity of his back and shoulders as he hung it in the hall closet. You 
could do worse, she mused to herself. Yes, you certainly could do worse. 
Gordon came back into the room and settled down in the comfortable armchair 
opposite the couch. He took a deep swallow of his Scotch 

 and let the fiery liquid slide slowly down his throat. "That hits the 
spot," he declared, as the 

tensions of the day as well as those aroused by 

 his lengthy description of Mary Ann's troubled history seemed to lift from 
his shoulders. He'd forgotten how good it was to relax totally in his 

own home. Mary Ann did her best, of course,but she couldn't be expected to 
provide the special touches an older woman would think of. 

And she shouldn't have to, he reflected. She had a right to enjoy her youth, 
like other girls, not spend it looking after her father and keeping house. 

In the silence that followed while they each sipped their drinks, the young 
widower allowed himself to look pointedly at the beautiful woman seated 
opposite him. God, she was lovely! His inhibitions and gentlemanly reserve 
were weakened somewhat by the alcohol and the constant pressure of desire 
that had been mounting steadily in his love-starved body all evening, and 
his gaze was more frankly appreciative than it had ever been before as his 
eyes took in the lushly rounded contours of her spectacular body, the 
delicate curves of her legs and the enticing fullness of her breasts as they 
rose and fell softly with her breath. 

"A penny for your thoughts," his sultry companion murmured, returning his 
gaze from beneath her thick-lashed violet eyes with a look that made 
Gordon's stomach turn over with a flash of sweet aching lust. 

The curly-haired young executive paused a moment before replying. The first 
words that rose to his lips spontaneously were a frank admission that he 
wanted to ... to fuck her, to seize her sensually promising body in his arms 
and possess her totally, right then and there. The intensity of his reaction 
shocked even himself, and he had to struggle to keep his voice steady when 
he finally replied. 

"I'm thinking that maybe I've been very selfish all these years, refusing to 
consider remarrying again. I've been so busy burying myself in the past that 
I've been very unfair to my daughter. Of course," he continued, rising from 
his chair and walking around the room with his drink in his hands to subdue 
the sexual restlessness that was rising like an inexorable tide in his 
loins, "at the moment, I have to admit I'm not as remorseful as I should 
be." "Oh?" 

"No." He stopped his aimless pacing next to the arm of the couch. Scarcely 
knowing what he was doing, he set down his drink and grasped Neva's hands in 
his own, pulling her to her feet. "Because, if I hadn't waited so long, I 
might never have met you. And that would've been the biggest mistake of 
all!" 

Like liquid mercury, their two bodies flowed into each other's arms and 
their lips met in a long and soul-searching kiss. Desire thundered through 
Gordon's body like an unbroken stallion as his arms encircled her soft, 
sweet-smelling body, crushing her breasts against his hard chest. Neva's 
bare arms snaked up around his neck, and she returned his kiss passionately, 
parting her full moist lips slightly so his tongue could begin to explore 
her warm oral cavern. Her welcoming response made his cock spring to full 
erection in his trousers, and he knew she must be able to feel its 
blood-engorged length throbbing hungrily against her belly, but he didn't 
care. Still holding her tightly, he finally tore his lips away from hers, 
but only long enough to bury them in the perfumed paleness of her neck and 
shoulders. 

"Oh Neva," he murmured thickly, "I want you . . . not just tonight, but all 
the time. I want you so badly it hurts. I .. . " 

Neva stopped his words by placing the tip of her finger over his lips. 
"Don't try to tell me, Gordon," she whispered. "Show me, show me now!" 

Gordon stared at her for a moment, unsure of the implications of her words. 
Neva felt a momentary twinge of regret at her bold invitation. Perhaps it 
was going too far, and she should continue to be reserved and demure, 
letting him take all the initiative. But, dammit, she wasn't a plaster 
statue! How long could he expect her to keep a check on her own raging 
female passions? If it made him uptight to know that she was as hot for him 
as he was for her, then it wouldn't work anyway. That was all there was to 
it. Without saying another word, she tried to let him know it with her eyes, 
to communicate to him that her need was as great as his for the quenching of 
the wild sexual fires that made her face flush with heat and her body 
tremble from head to toe with the pounding of her blood in her veins. 

But her fears were unfounded. Gordon was too firmly in the grip of his own 
passion, his ordinary processes of thinking and judging knocked too much 
awry by lust and alcohol to be shocked. With a low groan of sensuality, he 
pulled her close once again, his lips seeking hers and his hands running 
over the chiffon-covered smoothness of her back. Gone from his mind were all 
thoughts of Mary Ann and her problems. Nothing existed for him except the 
closeness of the raven-haired beauty whose body was pressed so warmly 
against his own, her hands caressing his muscular back and shoulders as 
eagerly as he touched her. For a moment, they held their fevered embrace, 
then, moving as one, they sank down slowly onto the soft cushions of the 
couch, their bodies locked tightly together. 



Still kissing, Gordon cradled her shoulders in one arm and angled his body 
so that his other hand could move easily to caress the firm, voluptuously 
full mounds of her breasts. He touched one softly at first, then cupped as 
much of its ripely upthrust flesh into his hand as his fingers could 
encompass, squeezing it with greater pressure as knife-like stabs of 
pleasure coursed through his pounding loins. God, his body was on fire! He 
felt like a man again, a fully potent desirable man for the first time since 
Sandy had died. 

"Ohhhhhh," Neva sighed, letting her head fall backwards against the support 
of his arm as his free hand continued to explore the excitedly heaving 
roundness of her breast, teasing her nipple into erection beneath the 
shimmering black chiffon that covered her. "God, that feels so lovely, so 
lovely!" 

Using his hands with an instinctive sureness that he thought he'd forgotten, 
Gordon continued his lascivious caress, while his lips teased and nibbled at 
Neva's shell-pink ear-lobe. His tongue darted inside the sensitive orifice, 
and he blew teasing little currents of warm air into it, which caused the 
hotly aroused brunette to shiver and writhe sensuously in his arms. 

Her own red-tipped fingers slid smoothly down his side over the width of his 
leather belt and onto the thickly corded expanse of his trouser-covered hip. 
She ran her hand in lewd little circular motions over his thigh, each 
movement bringing her fingers closer and closer to the thickly bulging mound 
of his lust-swollen penis lurching excitedly inside the tight confines of 
his pants. Suddenly, she placed her palm flat against its quivering length, 
her fingertips resting on the rounded flesh of his cock-head where impatient 
little droplets of his pre-cum had made a dark wet circle on his pants. She 
thrilled inwardly as she felt the long thickness of his penile shaft in full 
erection. It felt like a piece of hot iron pipe under her hand, rock-hard 
and pulsing with desire. 

Gordon felt as though he had received an electric shock as her fingers began 
to massage his blood-engorged rod of flesh through his trouser material. He 
groaned loudly, a deep guttural animal sound that he could only stifle by 
pressing his mouth down once again onto hers. She opened her lips wide, and 
their two tongues mingled lewdly and hungrily while their hands raced 
greedily over each other's passion-incited bodies in a wild obscene search 
for satisfaction. Gordon felt as though his cock was about to explode, and 
he had to reach down and grip Neva's wrist to stop the tantalizing motion of 
her hands on its blood-sensitized length. 

Undeterred, Neva began pulling his shirt out of his trousers, and then 
snaked her hand up under it onto his bare flesh, making little moaning 
sounds that she couldn't or wouldn't control. Mary Ann's father slipped one 
shoulder strap of her black chiffon dress downward over her upper arm, then 
slid his hand inside the bodice of the garment to close his fingers over the 
silky softness of her naked breast. His raven-haired neighbor leaned 
backwards to give him easier access to her body and began fumbling with the 
heavy buckle of his belt. 

Suddenly, mustering all the self-control he could, Gordon pulled back. "Neva 
... are you sure? I wouldn't want you to do anything you'll regret in the 
morning." 

He was looking at her so searchingly, full of concern that he was taking 
advantage of her, that the lavender-eyed call girl had to fight down the 
urge to laugh and cry at the same time. In all her checkered history, no one 
had ever been so considerate of her before. It made her want Gordon Hall 
more than ever, differently than she'd ever wanted anyone. Something was 
happening to her, something wonderful that she didn't quite understand. 

"I'm sure," she finally replied, her eyes shining. "But-" A troubling 
thought suddenly crossed her mind. Maybe Gordon himself would regret it in 
the morning, when he awakened to remember that he'd made love to her on his 
own living room couch with his sexually disturbed teenager asleep upstairs. 
"What about Mary Ann?" 

The curly-haired widower frowned slightly. Then he got up from the couch and 
went to the door leading out into the hall. He listened for a second or two, 
then closed the door softly. 

"She's sound asleep still. And she rarely wakes up during the night. We'll 
just have to be quiet, that's all. Do you mind?" 

From across the room, he looked at his beautiful neighbor's face and body. 
Her hair, shaken loose from her neat evening chignon by their fevered 
embraces, curled around her passion-flushed face and shoulders, and Gordon 
thought that there must not be a more beautiful woman anywhere in the world 
than the one half-sitting, half-lying there on his sofa. As he watched, she 
stood up slowly and reached behind her back, and he heard the sound of the 
zipper on her dress opening. 

"I don't mind if you don't," she smiled. And then, as he moved across the 
room toward her, she gave a tiny shrug of her shoulders, and her dress 
rustled to the floor in a billowing circle around her ankles. 

Chapter Five 

In the bedroom upstairs, however, Mary Ann was far from asleep. In fact, she 
had been standing by her half-opened bedroom door for about fifteen minutes, 
straining to hear what the muffled voices in the living room below were 
saying, and it was only the sight of her father's shadow preceding him into 
the hall that had alerted her to his coming, so that she'd hurriedly closed 
the door all the way. Once she was certain he was gone, though, she opened 
it again. She frowned as she realized that the door to the living room was 
now closed. She couldn't hear a thing. 

"Why doesn't she go home?" the blue-eyed teenager thought resentfully. "Why 
is Daddy letting her stay so long?" It seemed like forever since her father 
and Miss Reynolds had let themselves in the back door, though it was 
actually less than an hour. And now everything was quiet in there. What 
could they be doing? she wondered fretfully, unconsciously nibbling on her 
fingernails with anxiety. 

Suddenly Joey Trent's crude revelations surged into her mind. Looks like 
your father's getting his, Mary Ann . . . Her heart beat faster at the 
forbidden thought. Was that terrible woman tricking her father into 
something? Maybe . . . maybe the silence in the living room meant that they 
were kissing or ... or doing other things, things like that man had made her 
do to him. But that was impossible. Her father would never do such awful 
things. Would he? 

All at once, she thought she heard someone talking again. No, no it wasn't 
talking, she decided, straining her ears to hear. It was more like a cry, or 
a groan. Something about the alien sound made Mary Ann's body tighten with 
tense curiosity. She had to know what was going on in there. She had to. 

Being careful not to make the slightest sound, she crept down the stairs, 
her young body, scantily clad in baby doll pajamas, shivering a little with 
the chill of the summer night air. But the blonde fourteen year old scarcely 
noticed the cold, for her attention was riveted to the closed living room 
door. She felt a strange excitement as she tiptoed toward the door, as 
though she were about to discover the answer to some deeply mysterious 
puzzle. Also, she had never spied on her father before, and the thought that 
she was about to watch him without his knowing it was oddly thrilling. 

"Oooooohhh, Gordon, that feels so good! Oh! Oh! Yes!" 

Mary Ann stopped frozen in her tracks as Neva's words reached her. They 
weren't loud. In fact, it sounded almost as though she were trying to 
whisper, but couldn't quite control her voice. If Mary Ann had been upstairs 
behind the closed door of her room, as she knew she should be, she wouldn't 
have a heard a thing. 

The nearly naked adolescent's body shivered at the strange sound, and as 
soon as she was sure no one had heard her, she padded down the last few 
steps and crept stealthily to the door. Then she crouched down to press her 
eye against the keyhole. Her eyes opened wide at what she saw inside. Daddy 
and Mrs. Reynolds were both naked, and they were standing in the middle of 
the living room, kissing and running their hands all over each other's 
bodies! 

Then, as they came out of the kiss, Mary Ann saw what it was that had made 
Neva cry out so strangely. Her father had his fingers up between her legs. 
He was touching her there, just the way that man in the car had done to Mary 
Ann! The secretly watching teenager began to feel the sharp tingling 
sensation in her own little pussy again at the unbidden memory, coupled with 
the lewd sight her unprepared eyes beheld through the keyhole. 

In fact, it felt as though there were a thousand little humming birds all 
fluttering around at once in her stomach. So overcome was she by the sudden 
pleasurable sensations that it didn't even occur to her for the moment to be 
jealous of Neva, or even very aware of her at all. For there was something 
much more compelling to watch, at least to the inquisitive eyes of Gordon's 
daughter. 

For as the two illicit lovers stepped back from each other slightly, Mary 
Ann found her eyes riveted to her father, to the huge thick shaft of flesh 
that jutted out obscenely from his loins, swaying lustily in the air above 
his thickly curling brown pubic hair. For the first time in her life, she 
was gazing at her father's naked cock! 

Oblivious to the fact that his every move was being observed by his daughter 
from her cramped position in the hall. Gordon gently eased Neva's nakedly 
glistening body down onto the couch. His impulse was to throw himself on top 
of her immediately and thrust his huge cock all the way up into her belly 
like a jackhammer, but he restrained himself, albeit with difficulty. He 
wanted it to be good for her, too, this first time. He wanted her to know he 
was a good lover, that he really cared for her, enough to hold back his own 
pleasure until he was sure that she was right there with him, all the way. 

Once she was lying down, therefore, he positioned himself between her legs, 
but instead of placing his lust-thickened cock at the entrance" to her 
already moistly palpitating vagina, he squatted -back on his heels and ran 
his hands down the full length of her naked body, from her full round, 
melon-like breasts, over her smooth white abdomen and softly flaring hips, 
down to the curly dark tangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. 
Then, placing his thumbs on the soft cushions of her vaginal outer lips, he 
slowly spread them apart, stretching her taut passion-flushed pussy flesh so 
that the tiny red bud of her clitoris jutted out like a soft, rain-bedewed 
blossom. 

He massaged the sensitive button of flesh for an instant with his thumb, 
then, still keeping his hands in place, bent all the way down so that his 
head seemed to his eavesdropping daughter to be buried between Neva's legs. 
Opening his mouth, he put out his tongue and slowly licked her glistening 
pussy, starting at the bottom, close to her tiny puckered anus, and working 
leisurely upward to her visibly throbbing clitoris, which he finally seized 
between his lips and kissed, sucking hard on it and darting the tip of his 
tongue over it in a back and forth motion. 

Neva's face contorted in an expression of agonized pleasure, and she bit her 
lip and dug her fingers into his naked shoulder to keep herself from crying 
out. Then suddenly her back arched like a bow, her fleshy buttocks rising 
off the couch as her pelvis lurched upward to meet Gordon's lewdly probing 
mouth and tongue. 

Out in the hall, Mary Ann watched the obscene acts taking place in the 
living room of her house with horrified fascination. So intense was her 
concentration that the curly-haired blonde teenager could almost feel every 
thrill of pleasure that wound through the neighbor woman's obscenely 
writhing frame as her father ran his thick wet tongue over her nakedly 
exposed pussy. With a rush of vicarious excitement, Mary Ann's own tender 
pussy was throbbing heatedly, and she could even feel a growing circle of 
mysterious moisture seeping down onto the surface of her sheer, ruffled 
pajama panties. Almost absent-mindedly, her small hand slipped down between 
her legs to touch the sensitive portion of her anatomy that suddenly seemed 
to be responding with a will entirely its own. Unconsciously, her developing 
young body began to sway back and forth in rhythm to the lewd bobbing of her 
nakedly kneeling daddy's head, still lodged between the smoothly sculpted 
columns of Neva's widespread thighs. 

Something about the scene was awakening in her the dim shadow of a memory, 
something she couldn't quite totally recall, but that filled her delicate 
young body with intense thrills. Her jealousy of Neva and her anxiety to 
keep the sultry brunette away from her father were nearly forgotten, so 
entirely absorbed was she in watching the two obscenely writhing bodies on 
the living room couch. 

Now her father had shifted his position. He raised his head from between 
Miss Reynolds' parted thighs, and Mary Ann could see that his lips and chin 
were glistening with a dewy wetness. Since her own pubescent cunt was also 
drenched with a sticky dampness that spread over her fingers lightly, even 
through the material of her thin blue baby doll panties, the inquisitive 
adolescent immediately assumed that the substance which her father was now 
wiping away with the back of his hand was the same thing. The thought that 
he had had his mouth down there both horrified her and thrilled her. 

She began to imagine that the fluttery sensations taking place in her own 
tender pussy flesh came from a man placing his tongue on it and licking, 
just like daddy had done to that woman. An almost unbearable rush of 
pleasure over her whole thinly clad body accompanied the lewd image, and 
with trembling hands, the keyhole-peeping teenager suddenly plunged both of 
her hands down inside the tight elastic waistband of her baby doll panties, 
all the way down to the naked flesh of her sparsely haired pussy. Arching 
her body to get a better view of what was happening in the living room, she 
began eagerly fingering herself, scarcely able to maintain her balance with 
the sharp trembling her lusty little fingers produced as they rubbed crazily 
up and down her palpitating cuntal split. 

It felt good, so good, better than anything she had ever felt in her young 
life. The only thing that could surpass it, she suddenly realized, would be 
. . . would be if her daddy were licking her up and down in that secret 
place, the way she'd just seen him do to their neighbor! 

Now Gordon was balanced on all fours between Neva's widely splayed legs, and 
his swollen cock rubbed maddeningly against the desire-heated surface of her 
small vaginal entrance. Grinning down at her, Gordon let the lust-filled tip 
of his cock-head slide tantalizingly up and down her sex-hungry pussy split, 
driving her nearly out of her mind with the desire to have the long thick 
rod plunge deep into her lewdly pulsing vaginal softness. 

Neva had almost never in her life experienced such irrepressible feelings of 
sexual craving. Usually it was she who teased and then withdrew, driving her 
partner wild with lust-inciting gyrations and caresses until he was at a 
fever pitch of excitement. But this was different. She felt helpless against 
the uncontrollable waves of naked lust that Gordon was creating in her 
flailing limbs and pleadingly outstretched pussy and her body was consumed 
with the need to have his blue-veined staff thrust deep inside her hungering 
vagina, filling her belly to the limits of her capacity and beyond. 

She raised her hips higher and higher, pursuing the heavy rod of flesh as it 
danced teasingly up and down her pulsing vaginal split, trying to get him to 
enter her torment. But his cock continued to tease her tortured flesh until 
she clawed wildly at his back, begging him in a raspy voice. 

"Please, Gordon . . . please ... oh God . . . please take me . . . take me 
now!" 

The thick rubber head of Gordon's penis stopped its incessant rubbing 
between her lewdly grasping cuntal lips and slid down until it was poised 
just above the tiny pink entrance to her cunt. His hands slipped beneath her 
whitely trembling thighs, drawing them up so they splayed outward and 
nestled around his waist, her heels digging into his taut-muscled buttocks 
for support. He let his thick-girthed staff part her dark curly pubic hair 
and insinuate itself into the soft hot wetness that surrounded the 
incredibly tight opening, searching, burrowing, sliding inward. 

His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push . . . push hard 
against her, feeling the softness of her pussy mouth give as she opened to 
admit his massive hardness. The little hair-fringed orifice between her open 
thighs gave way willingly, and in one sudden thrust, Gordon rammed his 
lust-bloated cock halfway up into her steaming vagina. 

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" she moaned reflexively and in spite of her desire not to make 
any noise. She couldn't help it. She had never felt anything like it. Her 
cuntal walls, swollen with desire, clamped tightly down onto Gordon's 
thrusting rod, and the movement of his lustily rummaging penis was almost 
painful. It felt so big inside her, thicker than anything she'd ever felt 
before . . . and she'd felt a lot of them! It even hurt each time he flicked 
his hips forward, driving relentlessly deeper into her stretched and 
straining passageway with every lewd stroke. Higher and higher he went, and 
the raven-haired call girl, despite all her sexual sophistication, had to 
grit her teeth to stifle the low moans of pleasure-tinged pain escaping her 
lips. 

The attractive widower felt a surge of masculine pride and potency at her 
sensual response, and for an instant, he held himself perfectly still, 
savoring the keen sensations of pleasure swelling in his athletically trim 
body. His body arched, with his blood-engorged penis lodged high up in 
Neva's greedily clutching vagina, and his blood pounded crazily in his 
brain. God, she felt good. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to fuck, 
how soft the pressure of a woman's helplessly clasping vaginal muscles 
around the swollen circumference of his rock-hard cock. Pushing himself all 
the way up over her on his palms, he flung back his head and closed his 
eyes, then began moving his hips slowly so that his thickly throbbing cock 
made lewd little circular motions deep inside Neva's naked cunt. He was 
teasing her, and teasing himself, too, wanting to prolong the unbelievable 
delight of this first encounter as long as possible. 

Outside in the hallway, little beads of perspiration broke out on Mary Ann's 
forehead as she watched the lewd scene taking place in her living room. Her 
eyes were wide with fascination as she tried to get the best possible 
keyhole view of her virile father screwing his big penis deep into their 
neighbor's obscenely upturned body. She had never seen even a picture of two 
people making love before, and so every detail was equally fascinating to 
her. The sight of Neva lying naked on her back, the shimmering flesh of her 
usually haughtily upthrust breasts falling softly outward toward her upper 
arms, her long white legs spread wide and curling up around her father's 
back, excited in the young blonde teenager a sudden sensation of kinship, a 
recognition of her own womanhood. 

She, too, would one day lie like that beneath a man, she knew it suddenly, 
with a wordless knowledge that came from deep inside her, older than she, 
timeless. The thought sent a jolt of wild desire knifing through her young 
adolescent body, and she had to bite her lips to stifle the groan of sexual 
longing that hung suspended there. 

Her hands were still pressed tightly against the increasingly damp flesh of 
her innocent young pussy beneath the thin baby doll panties she was wearing, 
and it seemed to the heatedly aroused girl that her whole being was centered 
in the palpitating area up between her slender thighs. It was all hot, and 
sometimes her belly contracted suddenly in a way that felt very good, but 
strange, as though her body had suddenly developed a will of its own. The 
heat was spreading in ever widening circles, all over her nearly naked body, 
making her pussy lips suck inward with unrecognized lust, and the excited 
teenager wriggled instinctively against her tightly pressed hand, her round 
little buttocks bobbing in a lewd back and forth motion. 

But why did Neva cry out like that? Did it always hurt so much? she 
wondered, her brow furrowing in alarm as she saw Neva's face contort in 
something like pain and heard her moaning uncontrollably as Gordon entered 
her again. No . . . no, it couldn't Mary Ann was sure of that, she knew it 
somehow. The shadow of a memory flitted across her mind, but the aroused 
child brushed it away, channeling all her attention on her father and Neva 
Reynolds. 

Her father! Mary Ann could hardly believe how beautiful he looked, all 
naked, with every muscle of his back and shoulders down to his buttocks, 
strained and taut as he began thrusting slowly in and out of Neva's 
welcoming pink vagina. He looked like the statues of Greek gods she had seen 
in her history books in school. The inquisitive teenager let her eyes rove 
at leisure over his muscular body. Dimly she knew that what she was doing 
was wrong, but she didn't care. She just couldn't go back to bed now. In 
fact, the instinctively sensed wrongness of it only added to the dark 
excitement she was feeling. Her breathing came faster as she watched through 
the keyhole, and she moistened her dry lips with the tiny pink tip of her 
tongue. Almost unconsciously, her middle finger began slipping and sliding 
between the moist cushions of her sparsely fringed pussy lips. Delicately 
she traced the line of her untried cuntal split, delighted with the warm 
shivery sensations her hands created on her naked flesh. 

What did it matter if what she was doing was wrong, she thought dreamily. It 
felt so good. Besides, what daddy was doing to Miss Reynolds was wrong too, 
wasn't it? And he didn't care. It must feel good to him, too, otherwise he 
wouldn't do it. Maybe sex didn't have to be right to feel nice. That man in 
the car hadn't cared that what he was doing to her was wrong. Her daddy had 
been terribly angry at him, she remembered, but now he was doing even worse 
things to someone else. 

It was puzzling, but the golden-haired teenager didn't let it occupy her 
mind for very long. Her wetly probing middle finger was working its way up, 
up into the narrow little split of her virginal pussy, and her whole body 
trembled with the delicious feelings that coursed through her quivering 
young cunt. While her eyes were riveted to the lewd scene inside the living 
room, she was all at once seized with a new idea. Quickly she pulled her 
hands away from the moistened crotch band of her sheer pajama panties and 
lowered the flimsy garment down over her slender hips and legs. 

Setting them down carefully on the floor beside her so she wouldn't forget 
them later, she kneeled down again on the floor with her eye glued to the 
keyhole. Then she lowered her hands to her now naked pussy flesh and resumed 
the titillating caresses up between her legs that were exciting her so. She 
smiled to herself as her new, lascivious idea took her over completely, for 
in the young teenager's imagination, she was not crouched obscenely outside 
the door of the living room, wantonly fingering her virginal pussy while she 
watched her father lewdly skewer the lady across the street with his long, 
thick penis. No! She was a grown-up woman, whose body was moving back and 
forth and up and down, just like Neva's. 

Mary Ann's fingers slid slowly and experimentally up into her own 
desire-heated adolescent pussy, first the middle finger only, and then, 
because the hard, stretching sensation felt so nice, her index finger too. 
She began moving them in and out, just the way her daddy's cock was moving 
in and out of Miss Reynolds' nakedly upturned cunt, adapting her speed as 
exactly as possible to the rhythm she could observe between the two gyrating 
adults on the living room couch. 

In a bizarre mixture of depravity and innocence, Mary Ann was pretending, 
wafted away on a fantasy as only a child can be. In her mind's eyes, she was 
lying back on the cushions of the couch, her legs spread wide, her eyes 
looking adoringly up at the naked body of the man who was her father! 

Inside the living room, Gordon had long since ceased to hold himself 
motionless over his ravishing brunette neighbor's body and, urged on by the 
hungry clutching and clawing of her hands at his back and buttocks, was 
plunging in and out of her wetly clasping vagina in long hard strokes. 
Slowly at first, he pulled back all the way until his thick and ruddy 
cock-head nearly slid out of her heated cuntal entrance, and then forward, 
all the way up between her thighs until he could feel the hard nub of her 
cervix against his blood-swollen cock, and his sperm-tightened balls against 
her buttocks. Gradually he increased his momentum, carefully holding himself 
back so that he wouldn't come too soon, as his whole body had been aching to 
do from the instant he had first penetrated the beautiful brunette who was 
now writhing almost uncontrollably beneath him, her dark hair flying in 
every direction as she flailed her head about on the cushions of the couch, 
and her bare heels digging frenziedly into his fast-pumping buttocks. 

Resolutely he shut his eyes to block out the sight of her lusciously 
wriggling body, lest the visual stimulus, added to everything else, should 
make him cum. He wanted her to be right there with him, and that was worth 
waiting for. He could feel that she wasn't far away from her own orgasm. 
Christ! She went off like a pistol from the second he first touched her. 

Now he drove himself into her full force, then rotated his pelvis lewdly, 
driving the voluptuous brunette wild with desire. 

"Uuuuuunnnggghhh!" she groaned, clenching her teeth and twisting her hips 
beneath him to intensify the sharp sensations of lusty pleasure that were 
rapidly consuming her burning flesh. 

"Oh Gordon, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

The sex-driven widower was shocked, but not at all displeased by her obscene 
outburst. He had never heard her use any language that wasn't ladylike, 
except for an occasional damn or hell, and the idea that she was so carried 
away by passion as to plead shamelessly and explicitly for . what she wanted 
only increased his enjoyment of their torrid coupling. His first wife, 
although a warm and loving bed partner, had always been a little on the 
prudish side about expressing heT sexual pleasure verbally, and Gordon found 
Neva's frank avowal of lust as effective as a powerful aphrosidiac. With an 
animal-like growl, he began driving his rigidly pulsing cock deep into her 
cunt like a battering ram, lifting her lower torso with each deep-drilling 
thrust. 

Beneath him, Neva mewled with delight and, clutching his shoulders so 
tightly that her nails made crescent-shaped indentations in his lightly 
sweat-dampened flesh, she dug her heels into the couch and raised her loins 
high to meet him, so that each stroke of his lust-powered cock penetrated 
her even more deeply. This was the way she liked it - hard, hard and mean, 
like two jungle cats clawing and biting and half tearing each other apart. 

And Mary Ann, watching from the hallway, was also seized with an excitement 
that consumed her whole body. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and 
her nearly naked body was trembling and flushed all over. She had no power 
now to stop the wild gyrations of her hips and hands as they clutched and 
probed each other, her fingers diving wildly in and out of her tight, 
slippery cunt. Her mouth hung open, and her pubescent breasts tightened like 
small round balloons beneath the sheer material of her baby doll pajama top. 

"Oooohhh," she sighed breathlessly, scarcely making a sound in the quiet 
hall, "oooooohhh, Daddy!" 

Her buttocks bounced lewdly as she knelt there, driving her young girl's 
cunt down hard onto her own rigidly questing fingers, setting off skyrockets 
of carnal feeling deep, deep inside her jumping belly. She was on the verge 
of her first orgasm . . . 

No ... no it wasn't the first! Not the first time she'd felt this delicious 
sensation in her adolescent loins! Suddenly, it came back to her in a rush 
of dreamlike memory. The man in the car, he forced her to suck his cock and 
then - then he had done things to her, things that made her feel quivering 
and excited all over, until she was writhing and wriggling against him in 
abandon. And she had loved it! Loved every minute of it! And wanted more! 

The explosive recollection triggered a climax of lust in the kneeling 
teenager's young body, and her pelvis jerked and twitched convulsively in 
the first throes of orgasm. At the same moment, the moans and cries of her 
father and Neva Reynolds became louder, as they too, reached the crest of 
their wave of desire. The ravishing brunette's pelvis lurched upward, 
trembling all over and grinding down on Gordon's thickly probing cock, her 
face contorted with erotic ecstasy. 

"Ah . . . ah . . . aaaaahhh!!!" she cried, unconscious now of the need to be 
quiet. "I'm cumming! Oooooohhh Gordon, I'm cuuumminggg!" 

Mary Ann's father too, had reached the fiery apex of lust as he drove 
mercilessly into the hot wet flesh of Neva's ravaged pussy. Suddenly his 
gargantuan cock shuddered as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity 
and in the next second he growled with urgent animal lust as a heated stream 
of cum burst forth from the parted glans of his cock-head and thrust itself 
deeply upwards into the ecstatic call girl's wildly twitching cunt. On and 
on the turbulent release came, catapulting the shameless pair to undreamed 
of heights of pleasure. 

From her hiding place behind the door, Mary Ann too, was experiencing rush 
after rush of galvanic excitement, in perfect sync with her father and his 
lover. Her ripely budding body shuddered with raging warmth as she rammed 
her slender wet fingers in and out of her ever-widening vaginal passage, 
lost in a frenzy of delicious erotic thrills. Nothing she had ever 
experienced before in her young life remotely matched the wonderful 
sensations that rippled through her scantily clad body now, and it was all 
she could do to muffle her instinctive moans and cries of unbridled 
pleasure, which threatened to give her presence away. 

Finally, however, it was over, and the disturbed young girl felt the 
tantalizing feelings slowly begin to ebb away. Through the keyhole she could 
see that her father and Neva had passed the high point of their obscene 
coupling, for they lay quietly together on the couch, their naked bodies 
still twined together, breathing softly in the luxurious aftermath of their 
union. For a moment, Gordon's young daughter gazed spellbound at the 
titillating sight of her handsome father sprawled lewdly across the heaving 
white body of his new friend. The blonde teenager yearned to be in Neva's 
enviable position. She knew, now, of course, that Joey was right. Neva and 
her father were lovers. She couldn't imagine how her handsome sire could 
have let himself be trapped by that neighbor woman's attentions. 

He must be so lonely, she thought to herself, so lonely. He must have 
thought I couldn't make him happy the way mother had, so he had to turn to a 
woman like her. But he didn't have to ... he didn't have to. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw Gordon and Neva begin to stir 
lazily. Quickly gathering up her limp and dampened pajama panties from the 
floor beside her, she quietly made her way back up to her bedroom, her slim 
young body still throbbing heatedly from her self-induced orgasm. 

In the living room, unaware that they had been watched by Mary Ann, Gordon 
and Neva sat quietly on the sofa, their nakedly exhausted bodies touching 
intimately, and smoked cigarettes, both pleasantly satisfied and determined 
not to break the sweet spell of their recent copulation. 

"My, my, my ..." Neva sighed lazily after a few minutes, "it's been a long 
time since I've felt like that ..." 

"Me too," the hard-muscled widower murmured contentedly. "Maybe we should do 
this more often." 

"Anytime, lover," the ravishing brunette whispered as she leaned over to 
kiss the nape of his neck, "anytime." 

Chapter Six 

A few days later, on a warm, sunny morning, Joey Trent was guiding his 
delivery scooter smoothly down the suburban Westport streets. The basket on 
the back of his scooter was full of bags of groceries, and the hyper-sexed 
youth whistled happily as he rode. It was the last day before school 
started, and, as luck would have it, Vito, his friend from New York City, 
showed up the previous night with a fresh load of goodies, including a new 
drug the handsome youth had never tried before. He remembered how excited he 
became when Vito handed the capsules to him. 

"They're called B-52's, kid," the expensively dressed man in his early 
thirties had said, "and there ain't been nothing like 'em on the market 
since those elephant tranquilizers." 

Joey had put the pink capsules snugly into his shirt pocket and now, riding 
jauntily down the street, their presence near his heart gave the 
overly-confident teenager a fresh feeling of power and maturity. It was the 
last day of freedom before school, and he couldn't believe how fortunate he 
was to have acquired this special treat just before returning to a new round 
of boring, interminable classes. He smiled smugly to himself as he realized 
how the other kids would envy his possession of the "B-52's". 

They'd know now, once and for all, that Joey Trent wasn't just another 
small-town punk, doing a little dope on the weekends. No sir. He was 
big-time. Even Vito had said so. It gave him a feeling of pride to have the 
admiration of the stylishly dressed dealer from New York. No question about 
it, Vita was a cool customer, with his dark Italian features, and the scar 
that ran from his temple down his cheek to his chin. Joey promised himself 
that one day soon he'd blow the scene in Westport and head for the city. He 
was going to be like Vito, looking sharp, making big deals, and having all 
the chicks he could handle. 

Yet, even in Westport, the blond teenager knew he wasn't doing so badly. He 
couldn't believe it, in fact, when Neva Reynolds called the store that 
morning and asked for a delivery. She'd been avoiding him lately, ever since 
she'd taken up with Mary Ann Hall's father. In fact he'd almost felt as if 
she was giving him the brush, and he was seriously considering looking for 
revenge. A few well-placed rumors, and the amazonian brunette would be 
ostracized from the town. But there was no need for action like that, it 
seemed. She'd placed an order, and he was about to deliver, in more ways 
than one. 

Minutes later the arrogant youth pulled up near the kitchen door of Neva's 
house. Hitching up his tight chino's so that the faintly throbbing bulk of 
his testicles made an enticing mound in his crotch, he picked up a bag of 
groceries and headed for the door. 

Neva Reynolds was upstairs in her elegantly appointed bedroom, finishing the 
last of an extensive makeup job on her face, when she heard the back door 
buzzer sound. Smoothly, she rose from the chair, secured her velvet robe 
around her lushly contoured body, and made her way downstairs. 

It must be the Trent boy with the groceries, she thought to herself. I'd 
better play it cool with that kid. I don't want him hanging around anymore - 
but I don't want to get on his bad side, either. He could make a lot of 
trouble for me if I'm not careful. 

Moments later she opened the back door, a serene, but definitely not a 
seductive, smile on her face. 

"Hello, Joey," she said pleasantly. "Thanks for bringing the groceries." 

The ravishing call girl reached out for the bag, but Joey slipped neatly 
inside the door before she could stop him. 

"It's okay, baby," he said with a suggestive edge to his voice. "I'd do 
anything for you, you know that, don't you?" 

"Thanks," she said, "but I don't have time to talk today, I have a lot to 
do." 

"You don't seem to have much time for anything, these days. How come you 
don't call the store anymore?" 

"I've been rather busy lately, and I've been picking things up at the market 
near the train station. I've had to be in the city a lot ... " 

"I'll bet." 

Neva glanced with annoyance at the cocky youth, who was leaning against the 
kitchen counter, obscenely jutting his slim hips forward so that she 
couldn't miss the throbbing signs of visible arousal at his crotch. 

"And just what is that remark supposed to mean?" 

"Oh, I get around, baby, I hear things. I'm no local yokel, you know. I got 
friends in the city, friends who probably move in your circles." 

"I doubt that," Neva replied firmly. She didn't like the boy's innuendoes 
one bit. It was almost as if he was aware of what her "business" was, and it 
made her nervous. Still, the chances were he was bluffing, and despite her 
concern, she felt a rising tide of contempt churning in her stomach toward 
the self-satisfied teenager. "How much do I owe you for the groceries?" 

"Hell, baby, you know you don't have to pay me with money. I'm happy just to 
come by once in a while and ... get my money's worth in other ways." 

The statuesque brunette stiffened noticeably and her sensuous lips narrowed 
into a tight line. 

"Joey, what happened that night between us was a one-time fling. It's over 
and it's got to stay that way, you know that. I have to be careful of my 
reputation in the community." 

"Reputation? Hah! Don't make me laugh. You don't seem to give a shit about 
your reputation where Gordon Hall is concerned." 

Neva's violet eyes narrowed dangerously. 

"Now listen here, kid, you talk like that to me once more and I'll slap your 
face." 

Her bitter remark brought the youth up short. She was treating him like a 
punk, coming on like some kind of queen with him now, and giving him the old 
heave-ho. Well, nobody treated Joey Trent like that, not if they knew what 
was good for them. 

"You better not try that," he said in a low, threatening voice, "not if you 
don't want this whole town to know what you are - a cheap whore who likes to 
fuck teenage boys!" 

The svelte brunette froze for a moment, as a flash of terror shivered 
through her voluptuous body, but her control returned in the next minute and 
she smiled coldly at Joey, and began to speak in measured tones. 

"Look here, little boy, if I hear that you've said one word about me to 
anybody in this town, I'm going to call the police and tell them you're one 
of the biggest drug pushers in this town. You're not dealing with Blondie 
Bumstead here, lover, you're dealing with Neva Reynolds, and she'll tie your 
ass up in a knot if you make any trouble! Got the picture?" 

Her remarks took Joey by surprise. He realized suddenly that she had as much 
on him as he had on her. The cops already had their eye on him for dealing, 
and one word from her was all they'd need to crack down. 

"Touche, baby," he said, regaining his cool. "Guess you got me by the balls. 
That's the way it goes, huh?" 

"Yes, that's the way it goes." 

"Okay, so that's that. Too bad, it woulda been nice to throw a fast fuck 
into you this morning." 

"Get out," Neva snapped with distaste. "Get the hell out of this house and 
don't show your face around here again." 

For a brief moment, the arrogant youth stared at her with flashing hatred, 
then he walked quickly to the door, opened it, then turned back to face the 
haughty call girl. 

"Okay, bitch, I'm going. But our little romance ain't over yet. Not by a 
long shot." 

"I wouldn't count on that, little boy." 

The deflated delivery boy left quickly, slamming the door behind him, and 
Neva heaved a deep sigh of relief as she heard his delivery scooter sputter 
down the driveway. 

In the split-level house across the street, Mary Ann Hall watched through 
the parted curtains of her bedroom window as Joey drove down the street. 
Ever since she had seen her father and his voluptuous neighbor make love in 
the living room she had been trying desperately to think of a way to "save" 
her father from the raven-haired temptress' clutches. Now, seeing Joey, she 
remembered how he had hinted to her that he, too, was enjoying the company 
of the Reynolds woman. 

Maybe he can help me, she thought darkly. Maybe he can help me show Daddy 
what a terrible mistake he's making. 

The radiant young teenager knew that time was short. School was starting 
tomorrow, and that meant she wouldn't have much time to make plans. She had 
to do something right away, today. The troubled fourteen year old somewhat 
resisted the notion of enlisting the delivery boy's aid. She didn't like him 
much, and she wasn't sure she could trust him. Still, she had nowhere else 
to turn. Finally, after waiting long enough for him to return to the 
delicatessen where he worked, she went downstairs to the hall and picked up 
the phone. A few moments later she recognized the sly male voice that picked 
up the receiver at the other end. 

"Westport Delly, can I help you?" "Joey?" 

"Yeah . . . this is Joey. Who's this?" The blonde girl faltered for a 
minute, then answered with surprising sweetness. "This is Mary Ann Hall." 

"Mary Ann? Well, well, well, seems like everybody's calling today. What's 
up, baby?" 

"I ... I haven't seen you lately . . . how have you been?" 

"I been okay. I'm surprised to hear from you." 

"Oh ... I need a few . . . groceries . . . and I... I wanted to say I'm 
sorry for the way I treated you before." 

On the other end of the line, Joey whistled under his breath and smiled 
darkly. They all come around sooner or later, don't they, he thought. 

"Yeah . . . well, that's okay. Water under the bridge, you know." 

"Is ... is it too late for you to come by with some things?" 

"Not at all, babe, just give me the list and I'll be over like a 
jack-rabbit." 

Taking a deep breath, Gordon's disturbed young daughter made up a shopping 
list. 

"That's . . . that's all I can think of," she said when she was finished. 
"How soon can you come?" 

"Ten minutes at the most. It'll be great to see you, Mary Ann." 

"It'll be nice to see you too, Joey," she murmured, barely able to maintain 
a cordial tone. "Please hurry." 

"Sure thing, doll. I'll be there in no time." 

So, it's done now, Mary Ann thought as she hung up the phone. Maybe it's 
wrong forme to do this, but I don't care. I have to help Daddy. I have to. 

She went back upstairs to her bedroom and stood for a moment in front of the 
full-length mirror across from her bed. She was dressed in a pair of old 
jeans and a baggy blouse, made from one of her father's old shirts. The 
blonde girl decided to change clothes, to appear more attractive for Joey's 
benefit. Of course, she wasn't going to give him the idea she liked him any 
better now, but at least she could be friendly, and maybe tease him a 
little. Just until he agreed to help her. She slipped quickly out of her 
sloppy clothes until only a pair of frilly white panties remained. 

Although she had recently begun to wear a brassiere to support her 
developing young breasts, she decided it wasn't necessary today, and quickly 
she donned a tight, white jersey that clung with astonishing allure to her 
half-child, half-woman body. Then she struggled into a pair of tight fitting 
shorts that hugged her softly rounded buttocks and the adolescent flare of 
her hips. Loosening her long pale hair, she let it fall out of her pony-tail 
so that it hung around her shoulders, the way Neva Reynolds' dark mane did. 
She was surprised, when she stepped back to glance at herself in the mirror, 
at how mature she looked, almost sophisticated, and at least a few years 
older than just fourteen. 

She smiled at her alluring reflection, feeling positively grown-up now, and 
very clever to be dealing with her father's problem in such a direct, 
meaningful way. Things were going to be all right soon, she felt, everything 
was going to be just fine. 

"Come on in, Joey," The ripely built fourteen year old crooned melodiously 
as she opened the kitchen door to admit the waiting delivery boy. 

"Glad to," he replied jauntily as he entered, carrying a bag of groceries. 
"Where do you want this stuff?" 

"Just leave it on the table." 

Joey set down the bag and then turned to get a good look at Mary Ann. His 
eyes bugged noticeably as he took in the appetizing vision of her slender 
frame enticingly clad in the tight jersey top and clinging shorts. From the 
looks of it, she wasn't wearing any brassiere, for the lusty youth could 
clearly see the outline of her nipples against the taut white jersey she 
wore. She was a sexy little number, no doubt about it, with her tight 
clothes and her hair hanging in golden waves around her pretty face. He 
sensed, too, a difference in her attitude toward him. She wasn't so cold and 
icy now, her eyes seemed to positively glitter with friendliness, and the 
blonde nymphet was much more relaxed than she had ever been with him before. 

Well, he remarked to himself inwardly, maybe that Reynolds dame is uptight, 
but this little honey is givin' me the glad eye. And that's okay by me. I'd 
rather have some fresh young pussy anytime than some old tramp who's gettin' 
cranky. 

"Would you like a Coke, Joey?" Mary Ann asked. 

"Sure," he said, sitting down at the kitchen table and letting his eyes 
explore her scantily clad body while she moved around the kitchen. 

"I wanted to talk to you about something, Joey," Gordon's daughter said 
hesitantly as she got two Cokes out of the refrigerator and uncapped them. 
"I know I've been rude to you in the past, and I'm sorry." 

"No hassle, baby. Never too late to get acquainted, that's what I always 
say. You missed having old Joey around, huh?" 

Mary Ann winced slightly at his words. God, he was such an immature boy. So 
shallow. She had half an urge to tell him to go, but she knew she couldn't. 
She had to go through with her plan, and anything was worth the help Joey 
Trent, and only Joey Trent, could give her now. 

"School starts tomorrow," she said, handing the cocky teenager a glass of 
Coke and ice, then sitting down across from him with a drink of her own. 
"Are you excited about going back?" 

"Nah, it's a waste of time. I'll be glad when I get the hell out." 

"I know what you mean. I wish I didn't have to go. I get so nervous when I 
have to meet people." 

Joey watched as the blonde teenager sipped at her Coke. She seemed nervous 
and apprehensive suddenly. 

"Don't worry, kid," he reassured her confidently. "I'll introduce you 
around. I know all the right people." 

Gordon's daughter glanced at him for a moment, then looked away as if she 
was on the verge of crying. 

"Hey, what's wrong Mary Ann? It won't be that bad. Don't get upset about 
it." 

"It's not . . . it's not that," she said in a shaking voice, "it's . . . 
it's something else. Oh, I wasn't going to say anything ..." 

"Hey, what is it, baby? C'mon, tell me." His curiosity was piqued now, and 
he wondered what Mary Ann was so disturbed about. 

"Remember . . . remember that night when you said that Daddy and Miss 
Reynolds were . . . well, you know ..." 

"Oh yeah," he said with a sly smile, "I remember. What happened? You find 
out I was telling the truth?" 

"Yes . . . yes, I did. Oh Joey, I can't let it happen. My father might fall 
in love with her. He might even want to marry her. I can't let it happen!" 

"Well, that's the breaks, you know. If your father's hung up on that bitch 
there's nothing you can do about it." 

"Oh yes there is. I'm sure of it. Only . . . only I need your help." 

Joey Trent stared hard at the blonde fourteen year old. So, he thought, 
that's what this is all about, all this sweet talk and goo-goo eyes. She 
wants me to help her get her old man away from Neva. I should have thought 
as much. Fuckin' chicks, the only time they give you a tumble is when they 
want somethin' out of you. Well, she's gonna find out I don't do favors for 
nothin'. 

"So you want my help, huh? What do you want me to do?" 

Mary Ann got up slowly from the table, and began pacing somewhat nervously 
around the kitchen as she spoke. 

"You told me . . . you told me you . . . uh . . . spent the night with her . 
. . was that true?" 

"I ain't in the habit of makin' up stories like that. Don't need to. It's 
true, all right." 

"And . . . and you said you thought other people . . . other people ..." 

"You mean I think she sleeps around a lot? Yeah, that babe's a whore if I 
ever saw one. Ya know I got a friend named Vito, from the city. And when I 
told Vito about this dame and described her he said she sounded like a crazy 
chick he knew that turns tricks in the city for a big fee." 

"Turns . . . turns tricks?" 

"That means she's a prostitute, and gets paid loads. Maybe she don't work in 
the streets, maybe she's in some kind of fancy apartment, but she's a whore 
all the same. Course, Vito wasn't sure. He said he'd have to take a look at 
the chick, but even if she ain't, that baby's sleepin' around like there 
wasn't no tomorrow." 

"Then I've got to keep my father from getting closer to her, do you 
understand Joey? I have to!" 

"Sure, I understand Mary Ann." Inwardly he realized that somewhere this 
blonde kid must be half-nuts. Hell, that funny gleam in her eye when she 
talked about her father. Jesus, maybe all women were loony. It sure seemed 
that way. "But, what can I do about it, babe?" 

"I want to show my father what kind of a woman she is. I thought maybe if 
you could visit her tonight. . . and while you were with her ... If my 
father could see . . . he'd know she was just a tramp and wouldn't have 
anything more to do with her, I know it." 

"Well... I don't know if I could do it. . . she ain't been so friendly to me 
lately ... of course, if I brought my friend Vito with me, maybe we could 
manage it.. . Vito can handle anything, chicks just cream in their pants 
when he's around ..." 

"Please Joey, please help me. I don't know what I'll do if you don't." 

"It's risky, you know. It ain't gonna be easy. Course, you know, I got to 
get something out of it, too." 

"What . . . what do you mean." 

"I mean, you got to make me an offer I can't refuse. What'll you do if I go 
through with it?" 

"I haven't any money ..." 

"That's no problem, baby," he said, smirking lewdly, "in this world a chick 
like you don't need money. You got everything you need right inside those 
nice tight shorts you're wearing." 

Mary Ann bristled at his suggestive words, and her face blushed a bright 
red. Her immediate impulse was to show him the door, but she couldn't do 
that. She needed his help. 

"W-what do you mean, exactly?" she finally asked, scarcely daring to look 
the blond delivery boy in the eyes. 

"Well, baby, you want me to do a favor for you, a very special kind of 
favor. Seems only fair for you to do the same kind of favor for me ... " His 
eyes roved lasciviously over her ripe young body and he leaned back in his 
chair, reaching down with his hand to lightly stroke the ample mound of his 
erected penis inside his tight pants. 

"I've never. . . I've never done it before," Mary Ann whispered, scarcely 
able to control the trembling in her voice at his obscene demand. 

Joey grinned lewdly. "That's okay. I dig virgins." 

Gordon's daughter could hardly believe his callousness. It didn't matter to 
him at all that she was, as far as he knew, completely inexperienced. A wave 
of revulsion swept over her scantily clad young body, directed not only at 
Joey but at the whole male sex except for her father. He was the only one 
she could ever, ever trust. More than ever, she needed to make sure that he 
escaped the trap of that terrible Reynolds woman. But without Joey's help 
how on earth could she expose her father's mistress for the evil woman she 
really was? She couldn't do what Joey wanted, but maybe, maybe she could 
still get his help. Of course, she might have to cheat a little, but what 
did that matter? 

"How do I know you'll keep your word if I do what you want?" she asked. "If 
you're willing to betray her for me, how do I know you won't just forget 
your promise after I let you ... do it to me?" 

"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it." 

"I can't do that," Mary Ann replied sharply. "After all, you might've just 
made that story about Miss Reynolds up to make me think you're really a big 
man. Lots of boys do that. They say they've done all sorts of things, when 
they're really . . . not even out of diapers!" 

"That ain't the case with me, babe, believe me. But I'm not gonna argue 
about it. If you won't put out, we got no deal." The sexually arrogant young 
man got up from the table and began making his way to the door. 

"Joey . . . wait ..." Mary Ann insisted. "Supposing I let you do it after my 
father stops seeing Miss Reynolds?" 

"How do I know I can trust you?" Joey grinned. 

"Well ..." Mary Ann's eyes shifted uneasily, "we could go upstairs now and . 
. . and you could do other things . . . you just couldn't . . . " she 
couldn't bring herself to say the words. 

"I couldn't fuck you, is that what you mean?" Joey moved closer to her. 
"Well, what could I do?" he asked. "Come on, Mary Ann, tell me." He placed 
his hand on the back of her neck and began senuously rubbing up into her 
hair, at the same time forcing her to look at him directly. "Just exactly 
what do you have in mind?" 

Gordon's neurotic daughter could feel herself getting excited from his 
illicit touch, and her breath came faster. What could she promise? 

"You could . . . you could . . . lick me . . . down there," she finally 
burst out, hardly believing the boldness of her own words. Her daddy had 
liked doing that to Miss Reynolds, so maybe Joey would, too. 

Joey's cock sprang to life at her obscene invitation. In fact it turned him 
on almost more than actually being able to fuck the blonde nymphet. If that 
was what she was into for openers, hell, in a couple of weeks, there 
wouldn't be anything he couldn't get her to do. "Will you suck me off, too?" 
he asked, pulling her closer and lowering his voice seductively. 

"Yes. . . yes I will," Mary Ann replied desperately. God, if he wanted that 
too, what choice did she have? 

He ran his hands down her slender body and ground his denim-clad cock hard 
against her pubic bone. "Okay, Mary Ann. Lead the way upstairs." 

The blood pounding excitedly in her veins, Mary Ann preceded Joey up the 
stairs that led to the second floor, opened the door to her bedroom, and 
stood aside for him to enter. Then she closed the door behind them. 

"Real cute," he grinned, taking in the ruffled pink curtains and bedspread. 
"All-American girl." 

"There's no need to be snide," Gordon's daughter snapped. Now that the 
moment was actually here, she felt herself becoming nervous, even a little 
frightened. "Well, what do I have to do?" 

"Why don't you start by getting out of those clothes so we can have some 
fun?" Joey replied, flopping down on her bed and emptying the contents of 
his shirt pocket on her bedside table. 

Trembling with shame and a strange excitement, Mary Ann pulled her jersey 
out of the tight waistband of her shorts and, crossing her arms in front of 
her, raised it over her head, leaving her slender young body naked to the 
waist. 

"Nice tits," Joey commented, as he took in the rounded, pink-tipped young 
mounds appraisingly. He got up from the bed and came over to her, and cupped 
his hands over her small naked breasts, massaging them lewdly until the 
nipples stood out from the surrounding whiteness in hard little points 
digging into his palms. Bending down, he took each one between his lips and 
ran his tongue over it, making Mary Ann shiver involuntarily. She hated him 
for what he was making her do, but she had to go through with it, for 
Daddy's sake, she reminded herself. Besides, she was beginning to feel the 
barest shadow of the delicious feelings she had known a few evenings earlier 
when she shamelessly fingered herself while peeking through the keyhole at 
her father and Neva Reynolds. She had tought then that the intensity of her 
feelings was related to her love for her father, but the insistent stirrings 
in her adolescent loins made her wonder if it weren't something else, 
something that just came from being touched and caressed the way Joey was 
doing now. 

No. No, I mustn't think such thoughts, she admonished herself. It would be 
wicked to do these things if I didn't have to save Daddy! If I just keep 
thinking about him, every thing'll be all right! Closing her eyes, she 
concentrated on the image of her father, as she had seen that night, naked 
and powerful. Soon he'd know how much she loved him, so much that he'd never 
have to go to any other woman again! 

Joey stepped back from her and unbuttoned his shirt, quickly stripping it 
off so that his own lean and wiry body was also naked to the waist. Then he 
seized Mary Ann hotly in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing 
her soft pink lips open so that his tongue could begin a feverish 
exploration of her warm oral cavern. At the same time, his hands reached 
behind her and unbuttoned the back of her skimpy shorts and slid the zipper 
down. He slipped his hands inside the tight garment so that he could grip 
her panty-clad buttocks in his hands. 

To her own surprise, Mary Ann found herself returning his kiss with ardor. 
At first she was alarmed at the intensity of her own response, but then she 
decided that it was a good thing this was happening to her. It would make 
her more experienced when she finally gave Daddy the big surprise she was 
planning. And then, too, Joey's hard naked chest pressed against her whitely 
quivering breasts wasn't at all unpleasant. Neither were the lusty 
rummagings of his tongue between her lips as he traced a wet trail over her 
teeth and the roof of her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed involuntarily as the muscular young delivery boy 
ground his hotly throbbing cock against her belly, while his hands continued 
their lewd massage of her tight little buttocks. 

"That's it, Mary Ann," he murmured, blowing warm little currents of air into 
her shell-like ear, "let yourself go and enjoy it. We're gonna have a real 
good time, you and me, a real good time!" 

Pulling her over to the side of the bed, he sat down on it and began peeling 
her tight shorts down over the soft flare of her gently curving hips and 
over the smooth white surface of her slender thighs. Delicately she stepped 
out of them and kicked them aside, so that she was now clad only in her 
sheer white panties. Licking his lips with anticipation, Joey inserted his 
thumbs in the tight elastic waistband and pulled them slowly down along her 
fearfully trembling legs and off over her feet. 

Now Mary Ann was totally naked, and the sex-driven delivery boy leaned back 
to get a good look at her. Christ, she was a cute little piece of ass! For a 
moment he toyed with the idea of forgetting their agreement and just 
throwing her down on the bed and fucking her senseless, but that wouldn't be 
cool, he knew. She was a little schizzy around the edges, and there was no 
telling what she'd do if he didn't play it her way. Besides, eating her 
pussy while she sucked his cock wasn't a bad deal for the first time out. 
His eyes fastened on the few delicate tendrils of blonde pubic hair that 
formed a pale "vee" at the juncture of her thighs, and his lips curled in a 
lewd smile while his hands reached down to massage his hungrily pulsing cock 
through the material of his jeans. 

"You got a nice bod, Mary Ann," he admitted. "In fact you really do look 
good enough to eat." 

"Well why don't you do it then, and stop talking about it?" Gordon's 
daughter asked, flinching at his vulgar words. She hadn't anticipated 
standing naked in front of Joey while he looked at her so coolly, and she 
was beginning to feel a little humiliated by the whole thing, even though it 
was kind of exciting, too. Why didn't he get it over with? 

"What's the hurry? I just want to get a good look at what I'm getting. 
C'mere!" 

"Why?" Mary Ann asked, feeling suddenly a little frightened. 

"Cause I wanna see your cunt!" And 'cause if you want me to set up that 
Reynolds broad for you, you better do exactly what I tell you? Understand?" 

Obediently the naked blonde teenager walked over to his perch on the edge of 
the bed, forcing back the sense of anger and degradation she felt. He was 
right. This was the price she'd agreed to pay, but she promised herself that 
someday she'd have her revenge. 

"Spread your legs and lemme see your pussy," Joey ordered. The outraged 
young girl shivered as she thrust her pelvis forward and spread her legs 
wide so that he would see her nakedly pulsing cuntal split. "Wider," he 
taunted. "Pull your cunt lips apart with your fingers!" 

The humiliated girl swallowed hard and spread her legs wider apart. Then she 
placed her fingers at the fluted pink edges of her tight little vagina and 
slowly separated the blonde-fringed outer lips so that Joey could gaze fully 
at the throbbing slit of her soft cuntal flesh. 

"Real nice cunt," Joey murmured appreciatively, staring at it for a long 
moment, as though he savored Mary Ann's acute embarrassment. In fact, it 
gave him a great sense of power and satisfaction to have Gordon's daughter 
at his mercy like this. She'd been so high and mighty to him at first, but 
now he was gonna take her down a peg or two, just like he was gonna do later 
to that Reynolds broad. 

"Now why don't you get your ass up here on the bed while I get the rest of 
my clothes off. And play with your pussy, too. That gets me hot. I'll bet 
you do it all the time anyway when you're up here all alone. I'll bet you 
can't keep your fingers out of your cunt, can you?" 

His deliberate obscenity made Mary Ann tremble with shame all over, but she 
had no choice but to do what he said. She clambered up onto the bed, lay 
back against the pillows and separated her thighs, letting her fingers fall 
onto the softly trembling flesh of her exposed young vaginal split, pink and 
narrow between her widely splayed thighs. 

Directly in front of her, at the foot of the bed, Joey let his eyes wander 
arrogantly over her outstretched nakedness, while he undid his belt and 
zipper, and lowered his faded denim jeans down over his hips. He wore no 
underwear, and his long, sinewy cock sprang immediately erect, swaying 
lewdly in the air in front of his round, tight testicles. Grinning 
tauntingly, he gripped it in one hand and began stroking it up and down. For 
all her determination to go through with this, Mary Ann suddenly averted her 
eyes. 

"What's the matter, Mary Ann? Don't you like what you see?" 

"It's . . . it's all right, I guess." 

"Think you're gonna like havin' this big rod shoved down your throat, baby? 
Huh?" 

"I don't know." The naked adolescent's heart was beating faster. This wasn't 
what she thought it would be like. Why did he have to say all those 
disgusting things? Couldn't he just get it over with? 

"Let's find out, okay?" 

And before Mary Ann knew what was happening, the sadistically aroused young 
delivery boy was on the bed beside her, kneeling next to her face. One hand 
encircled its pulsing girth while the other grasped the back of Mary Ann's 
blonde head, and raised her up toward his angry red cock. Instinctively the 
blonde teenager pulled back, but Joey yanked her hair forcefully. 

"Suck my cock, you snotty little bitch," he commanded harshly, "and don't 
try any funny business with your teeth or you'll be sorry!" 

Then scarcely giving her time to comply, he shoved his lust-distended rod 
into her mouth, deep on the first thrust, all the way to the back of her 
throat. Gordon's young daughter gagged helplessly, and pushed at his belly 
with her hands, but it was useless. 

Once his penis was firmly inside the hot wet cavern of her mouth, Joey flung 
his upper leg over her slender body so that he was now facing her feet, 
pinning her down completely with his weight, his muscular thighs standing 
guard on either side of her head, and his swollen hardness violating her 
almost virginal mouth. Mary Ann could only lie helplessly while he rocked 
slowly back and forth, his hands stroking seductively the length of her 
long, tapering legs, separating her thighs wide apart. Supporting his upper 
torso on his elbows, and using both hands, he pulled her lightly fringed 
pussy lips wide apart so that her naked young clitoris stood out from the 
surrounding flesh like a tiny penis. He was delighted to notice that her 
cunt was wet with sweet female moistness. She wanted it all right. There was 
no doubt about that. With his cock still lodged deep in her mouth, he 
lowered his head and suddenly licked the full wet length of her pinkly 
glistening cuntal slit, flicking his tongue back and forth over the very tip 
of her clitoris. 

"Nnnngggghhh," Mary Ann groaned as hot flashes of tantalizing arousal 
coursed through her lewdly outstretched young body. It was like a fire 
between her legs when Joey licked her. It wasn't like anything she'd ever 
felt in her life, better even than the irresistible thrills she had 
experienced while fingering herself in the downstairs hallway that night she 
had watched her father and Neva Reynolds making love. 

Her excitement was increased by the very presence inside her mouth of Joey's 
thickly surging cock. At first she resisted its insistent pressure, but 
gradually she realized that it was less difficult if she cooperated. 
Surrendering completely to its lustful sliding in and out of her pinkly 
ovalled lips, she found that the gagging feeling went away, and she could 
accommodate the interior of her mouth to his lewd movements. 

Now, as shock waves of obscene pleasure sizzled in her youthful loins, set 
off by Joey's artful manipulations of his tongue over her hotly distended 
clitoris, she was amazed to discover that she seemed to possess an 
instinctive expertise of her own. Without even trying, she began sucking 
softly on his lust-swollen cock-flesh, taking him farther and farther 
between her lips with each motion of his hips, until the spongy surface of 
his muskily scented testicles grazed her nose with each stroke. 
Involuntarily she spread her milk-white thighs even farther apart to receive 
his rigidly probing tongue. 

Joey, in turn, was licking and nibbling greedily on her naked cuntal flesh, 
his whole body charged with lust as his tongue lapped up and down her wetly 
palpitating little slit. Stiffening his tongue, he drove it up into her 
tight vaginal entrance, whirling and rotating it around until Mary Ann 
squirmed and wriggled helplessly beneath him, trying to raise her hips to 
take even more of its wet pink flesh inside her. He could hear little 
mewling sounds of pleasure coming from her cock-filled mouth, and from the 
sensations she was producing in his heatedly pulsing penis, he could tell 
she was beginning to really get off on it and lose herself in his special 
brand of sex. 

He could feel his balls tightening and filling with a heavy load of cum, and 
he knew that soon he would have his orgasm. His cock was beginning to jerk 
uncontrollably as Mary Ann's amazingly deft sucking forced his boiling cum 
up a little further with each breath, until it was threatening to explode. 
Increasing the pace of his salaciously probing tongue, he began using his 
fingers as well as his tongue on the nakedly splayed blonde, so that it 
seemed to Mary Ann that he was stimulating her everywhere at once. 

She even seemed to lose consciousness of the moment when his tongue and his 
fingers plunged in and out of her desire-racked young pussy and flicked 
irresistibly over her passion charged clitoris. All she knew was that she 
--felt wonderful, in every crevice of her ripely blossoming adolescent body. 
She wanted it to go on forever, this wonderful feeling that was like rocking 
on an exhilarating ocean of bliss. 

And suddenly it happened. 

With a sudden groan of release, Joey's body jerked uncontrollably, and 
Gordon's daughter felt the first gush of hot liquid into her receptive 
mouth. At the same time, the teenaged delivery boy rammed two of his fingers 
all the way up into her steaming vagina and moved them in and out like a 
jackhammer, while his lips fastened on her clitoris. 

Mary Ann felt as though she'd suddenly been freed from the pull of gravity, 
as her body exploded in movement in all directions. Greedily she lapped and 
swallowed the cream-like liquid that spurted from Joey's cock into her 
throat. At first it had seemed unpleasant, but now it was all just part of 
the wonderful sensations of orgasm. 

It seemed like an eternity that their lithe young bodies clasped each other 
closely, Mary Ann hugging up from below, and the delivery boy hunched over 
her naked form, as the waves of their climax washed over them. Then Joey's 
swollen cock gradually began to soften and finally slipped out of Mary Ann's 
mouth, leaving a thin trail of white sticky cum on her passion-flushed cheek 
as he rolled off her prostrate body onto the bed. 

Gordon's young daughter lay still, her eyes closed, not wanting to lose the 
wonderful feeling of peace and contentment that pervaded her body. 

"Well, baby," Joey said finally, "you won't have to worry about me breaking 
my promise. 'Cause after that, I wouldn't miss the chance to really fuck you 
for anything. Yeah, setting up Neva Reynolds is gonna be a real pleasure, 
with that to look forward to." 

"Will it?" the satisfied girl asked enigmatically. Of course she had no 
intention of fucking Joey Trent, at least not right away. After all, she was 
still a virgin, and it was very important to whom a girl gave her virginity. 
Gordon's daughter smiled. Maybe later, afterwards, she'd think about Joey 
again. It had been more fun with him than she'd expected. But first, she had 
to plan her big surprise for Daddy! 

Chapter Seven 

Fifteen minutes later, the teenage conspirators were back in the kitchen, 
fully dressed, and Joey stood at the door ready to leave. 

"What. .. what time do you think you'll see her tonight?" Mary Ann asked, 
feeling luridly intense both from the galvanic thrills of her lewd behavior 
with the delicatessen delivery boy and from the strange excitement of the 
plan she was setting in motion. 

"Oh, say about eight o'clock. Figure by eight-thirty me and Vito should have 
her stuck like a pig on a spit!" 

"That's . . . that's fine," the scheming teenager said. "And thank you, Joey 
... This means a great deal to me ... " 

"You don't have to thank me baby. You're payin' for my services, don't 
forget that. Oh, by the way, I have something for you." The muscular youth 
reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small packet of tin foil. 
Opening it carefully, he revealed the contents as half a dozen small pink 
capsules. "They're called B-52's. Brand new stuff, and guaranteed to get you 
off." 

Gordon's daughter's eyes widened in terror as she realized that the contents 
of the innocent-looking packet was drugs! She knew that a lot of kids 
experimented with narcotics nowadays, but so far she had been totally 
removed from that scene. Now, Joey was actually offering her some. 

"No ... I don't want any," she said with a trace of distaste. "And I don't 
think you should be fooling around with those things either. Drugs are 
dangerous, Joey, and illegal too. You could get in big trouble if anybody 
found out you had that." 

"Bullshit. I'm cool as long as nobody talks. You ain't gonna spill the 
beans, are you baby? I mean that wouldn't be too hip, especially after our 
little fun and games." 

"No . . . no, I won't say anything Joey, you know that. But. .. you know 
drugs aren't good for you." 

"You been reading too many magazines," the hyper-sexed teenager remarked, 
laughing. "Not good for you? Hell, these little babies are gifts from the 
gods! Make you feel real nice and high. Take one." 

He thrust one of the pink capsules toward her, but the troubled young blonde 
teenager shrank back, afraid of having even the remotest contact with such 
things. 

"No .. . no, Joey I can't..." 

"Hell, just take it. Maybe when you're not so uptight someday you'll try 
it... " 

"What. . . what does it do?" the girl queried, hesitantly taking the capsule 
from the lean youth. 

"Everything, baby, everything. Makes you see the world like it really is, 
takes away all the bullshit. Like a truth drug, only better. Makes you horny 
as hell, too," he grinned. 

Mary Ann went to the kitchen cabinet, took out a roll of tin foil and tore 
off a small piece to wrap the pink capsule. There was no point in refusing 
to take it from him, she realized, even if she wasn't going to use it. Yet, 
somewhere in the back of her mind, the vaguest wisp of an idea was forming, 
an idea which had barely even touched her consciousness, an idea that 
involved the possible use of the drug. Like an automaton, under the hypnotic 
spell of her neurotic scheming, she wrapped up the little pill and tucked it 
safely in the pocket of her tight shorts. 

"Thanks, Joey," she said, smiling at him conspiratorially. 

"No sweat, kid," he replied. "I gotta get back to the store now." 

"Don't forget about tonight," the teenage blonde girl called to him as he 
left. 

"Don't worry, I'll be there," he called, straddling his scooter and starting 
up the motor. "Just leave everything to old Joey, all right?" 

"All right." 

In the next moment, the delivery boy was riding away down the driveway 
leaving a trail of exhaust fumes behind him. Mary Ann watched him drive away 
for a moment, then turned back into the house. Later, sitting at the kitchen 
table, she reopened the tiny foil packet and stared with intense curiosity 
at the strange, forbidden drug that Joey had given her. 

"Maybe this is just what I need to make my plan work," she murmured 
perversely. "Maybe this will make sure Daddy really sees the truth about 
Neva Reynolds. Yes ... the truth." 

By seven-thirty that evening, Joey Trent sat inside the brightly lit 
interior of the Westport Diner, a slightly seedy but popular all-night 
eating spot next to the bus station. Dressed in a tight T-shirt, denim 
jacket and jeans, he was finishing a piece of pie and a cup of coffee. 
Across from him was a half-finished cup of coffee and a sandwich, a package 
of cigarettes, and a ring of keys. The corrupt teenager glanced back and 
forth from the items before him on the table to the door of the men's room 
where his companion for the evening, Vito Bonelli, had gone only a few 
moments before. Finally, the door opened and Vito returned to the room. 

Joey was struck, once more, with his older friend's impressive appearance. 
He was a tall man, about six foot-one with a swarthy laborer's build. His 
face was dark and tough-looking, with strong Italianate features, 
accentuated by the thick, black wavy hair brushed into a high pompadour and 
back on the sides into a sharp "D.A." look. A prominent scar ran from the 
top of his left temple and made a harsh trail down across his cheek to his 
chin, giving him a menacing appearance. He was dressed in a skin-tight black 
silk Western-cut suit, with a dark blue shirt and white string tie. His 
teenage friend watched in admiration as Vito strode with masculine assurance 
down the diner aisle, taking long strides in his black cowboy boots, until 
he finally slipped into the booth across from the blond youth. 

"You were in there a long time," Joey said in a low voice. "Thought maybe 
you fell in." 

Vito smiled darkly at the boy, his nearly coal black eyes flashing. 

"Well, man," he said in a husky male voice, "I decided I wanted to take more 
than just a shit. Decided that if we was gonna have some hot pussy tonight I 
wanted to make sure I was real stimulated for the fun. Know what I mean?" 

The older man winked, and Joey smiled knowingly. He liked being with Vito. 
It made him feel grown up and manly, as if through Vito he had been accepted 
into the world of real men, a world of dealers, pimps, and sharp operators 
who knew how to make money and live on easy street. 

"Did you take one of those B-52's?" the teenage delivery boy asked. 

"Yeah, and some uppers too, so I should be flying pretty high by the time we 
get to this chick's house. What'd you say her name was? Eva?" 

"Neva . . . Neva Reynolds ... do you know her?" 

"Well the name don't ring a bell, but the way you describe her sure makes me 
wonder. Black hair, and those eyes . . . almost light purple . .. there's 
only one chick I know could match that description, but there's no way to be 
sure till I see her. Anyway, she sounds like a nice piece of ass, and I 
could use some hot pussy wrapped around my cock. I been workin' too hard 
lately." 

"Hey, Vito, maybe I should do up some B-52's, too. Do you think? Have a big 
party ... it's my last night before school starts/' 

"Sure, why not, kid? Get it while you can, you know. That's what my old man 
used to say. But don't go overboard, I don't want you ending up in the city 
morgue. You're gettin' to be one of my best customers." 

"Hey, listen, Vito, I'm no kid. I'm cool. I ain't gonna o.d., not me." 

"Good. Now you're showin' your smarts, kid." 

"But I think I will go to the John and drop a cap, okay?" 

"Sure man, go ahead. When you get back I'll be finished my sandwich and we 
can get ourselves ready for some real nice fuckin' and suckin'." 

Vito and Joey laughed lewdly, and with a wink, the young drug-crazed 
teenager left the table and made his way to the men's room. 

At the same time, several miles away, Gordon Hall and his voluptuous 
daughter were settling down in the living room after dinner. 

"Honey," the handsome father was saying, "that was a terrific meal. You're 
getting to be quite a cook." 

"Thanks, Daddy. I thought I'd make something special tonight, like . .. like 
Mommy might have done." 

Gordon gazed sadly into the sparkling blue eyes of his pretty offspring, who 
looked so much like her late mother. 

"You miss Mommy, don't you?" 

"Sometimes. But it was so long ago, and it hasn't been bad, just the two of 
us like this .. . we're still like a family ..." 

"Yes, in many ways we are, darling. You've been fantastic, a perfect 
daughter. Still, you know I've been thinking that we could use a woman 
around the house again." 

Mary Ann froze at his words, and sat stiffly in the easy chair trying hard 
not to show her unhappiness at his remark. Why did he want to have another 
woman in the house? Hadn't she shown him that she could take Mommy's place? 

She could cook and clean and do everything expected of a good wife. And ... 
she could do other things, too ... if only he would realize it. 
Instinctively the troubled adolescent understood that her father was trying 
to prepare her for the fact that he might marry Miss Reynolds. Inwardly she 
was grateful that she had gotten her strange scheme in motion, for if all 
went well, tonight Daddy would realize once and for all what a disgusting 
woman Neva was, and know too, that he didn't need any other woman to make 
him happy. He deserved the best, he deserved to be taken care of the way her 
Mommy had taken care of him, and his daughter was determined to do it! 

"Daddy," she said softly, "I've been so happy here with you. Why do we have 
to change things?" 

"I thought you'd like to have a new mother, honey. You know it's not good 
for you to be alone after school." 

"But I don't mind ... I don't mind at all. And besides, it's so soon after . 
. . after ..." 

Gordon knew at once that his pretty daughter was referring to the shattering 
sexual incident that had happened to her in California. Obviously she still 
felt she wasn't over it, and that a woman in the house might disturb her 
further. Yet the handsome public relations man knew that the time had come 
to take action, and particularly since he was growing fonder of Neva 
Reynolds every day, and saw her as a perfect partner, he felt it might be 
wise to be a little more firm with Mary Ann. 

"Sweetheart," he said quietly, "I know you're still feeling shaky after. .. 
what happened, but I've been thinking lately that it might be the best thing 
for me to get married again ..." 

"Daddy, would you like a drink?" his daughter asked brightly, suddenly 
changing the subject. 

"Oh?" Gordon said, laughing. "You mean you've been learning to mix drinks, 
too?" 

"Sure, Daddy, there's lots of things I can do now, I'm practically grown up. 
Would you like some Scotch?" 

"Well, why not? Let's see what kind of a drink you make. Just remember, no 
ice and . .. " 

"And just a tiny bit of water. I know." "You're amazing." 

Her father watched, amused, as his blonde offspring went to the bar in the 
corner of the room and began to expertly mix him a drink. It was incredible 
the way she handled the household and saw to his every need. If Neva 
Reynolds hadn't come along, chances were he wouldn't have considered 
remarrying, because in a sense Mary Ann did fill that place for him . . . 
except. . . except, of course, sexually. 

Mary Ann turned her back to her father as she mixed the drink, and making 
sure he couldn't see, she quickly opened the pink capsule she had placed on 
the bar earlier and dropped the fine white power inside into his drink, 
stirring the Scotch so that there was no trace of it to the naked eye. For a 
moment she hesitated. For the first time she began to wonder if she was 
making a mistake, instigating this elaborate, dangerous scheme to help her 
father. Maybe she was being ridiculous, putting this strange drug into his 
drink. Maybe instead of helping things she would just make them worse. 

At that moment however, the sound of a car was heard pulling to a screeching 
stop on the street outside. 

"I wonder who that could be?" Gordon queried, as he rose to look through the 
living room curtains. Peering into the street, he could see a late model 
Chrysler stopped in front of Neva Reynolds house, and two men getting out. 
Although it was hard to distinguish clearly in the evening shadows, he 
thought that one of the men looked almost like the delivery boy from the 
delicatessen. 

"Who is it?" Mary Ann asked, her voice trembling with excitement. 

"Can't tell, must be people visiting Neva. One of them could almost be Joey 
Trent ..." 

Suddenly the blonde teenage nymphet gasped. 

"Oh no ... oh no, it can't be ... then it's true, it's true ..." 

Gordon turned to stare at his daughter, unable to comprehend her unusual 
reaction. He could see a look of horror in her eyes and tears forming in the 
corners. 

"Baby .. . what is it? What's wrong?" 

"Daddy ... I can't tell you ... it's too awful ... I can't tell you anything 
..." 

"Can't tell me what? Mary Ann what is going on?" 

A look of deep concern crossed his face, as the widower walked over to his 
daughter. She stood staring down into the drink she held in her hand, as if 
unable to speak, then she glanced up searchingly into her father's deep 
brown eyes. 

"Here ..." she said, handing him the drink tearfully, "you'd better drink 
this... I have something to tell you .. . something awful ..." 

In the house across the street, Neva Reynolds was reclining on the wide 
living room couch, dressed in a flimsy lavender chiffon negligee and sipping 
a martini when the front doorbell rang. A look of annoyance flashed across 
her sultry features when she heard it. 

"Damn, now who the hell could that be at this hour?" 

She had decided to spend the evening alone that night, to do some serious 
thinking. The ravishing call girl knew that Gordon was quite close to 
proposing to her, and she was prepared now to accept. She wanted desperately 
to start a new life, and had decided, only minutes earlier, to give up her 
expensive East Side Manhattan apartment, sever her old ties, and start again 
as Mrs. Hall. Still, she wanted to give herself the whole evening to think 
things through, and the unexpected interruption broke her mood of thoughtful 
reverie. 



Setting her drink down, she rose from the couch and moved sensuously across 
the living room toward the front door, stopping I momentarily at the hall 
mirror to adjust her negligee and fluff up her loosely hanging jet black 
hair. Finally, after the fourth insistent ring at the bell, she went to the 
door and opened it slightly. 

At first, seeing Joey's familiar face, she was about to slam the door shut, 
but in the next instant she saw his swarthy companion standing slightly 
behind the delivery boy. The torrid beauty's eyes widened in astonishment 
and her jaw dropped open in surprise. 

"Vito, oh my God, Vito!" 

The mean-looking older man expressed momentary surprise as well when he saw 
the face of the ravishing brunette. 

"Well, well, well," he said slyly, his eyes narrowing. "I should have 
guessed it was you." 

"What are you doing here and what do you want?" Neva snapped back in reply. 

"You know this chick then,?" Joey asked his companion. 

"I know her all right," Vito replied, his lips curled back in a lascivious 
smile, "her and me is old friends, ain't that right, Roxie?" 

"Roxie?" Joey echoed in bewilderment. 

"Yeah, this here's Roxie Adams, the hottest number on the East Side. So we 
meet again, huh baby? Small world ain't it?" 

"Get out, get out of here!" the shocked female hissed, trying to close the 
door hurriedly. But the two males, with Vito in the lead, pushed inside the 
hallway. 

"That's no way to treat a friend, Roxie, not after all this time." 

Neva closed the front door and then turned to face the intruders. 

"I don't know what's going on here," she spat in icy anger, "but I want you 
both out of here in two minutes or I'll call the police." 

"Oh, now I wouldn't do that, Roxie, not if you don't want to blow your cover 
here. Neva Reynolds, huh ... nice name. Where'd you get it? Out of a phone 
book?" 

"Hey, what's this Roxie business," Joey asked. 

"This baby's real name is Roxie Adams. She used to be the wildest hooker in 
the East Village until she got fancy and moved uptown where the bread was. 
She and me even shacked up for a while together, didn't we Roxie, back in 
our youth." 

"Look Vito, when I walked out on you and said I didn't want to see you ever 
again, I meant it. I don't know how you found me, or what you're doing here, 
but I'll kill you if you don't leave me alone." 

"Cool it, honey," the older man snarled, "we ain't staying long." 

Casually, the stylishly dressed dealer sauntered into the living room, 
whistling under his breath as he took in the expensive furnishings and 
decor. 

"Quite a setup, honey. For a hillbilly girl from Georgia, you done all right 
for yourself." 

"Vito here's my friend," Joey interjected, as he followed his companion into 
the living room. 

"I'll bet he is," the call girl said, moving cautiously behind him. Although 
she tried not to show it, her careful control was on the verge of collapse. 
The last person in the world she'd expected to see that night was Vito 
Bonelli, and his presence made her scarlet-tipped fingers grow cold with 
fear. They had been lovers, years ago, in the city, and Vito had pimped for 
her for awhile before she made the break to go uptown. He was a small-time 
hustler, and she knew he always would be. But he could make trouble for her, 
big trouble, and that was one thing she didn't need now, now when things 
were going her way finally. "Suppose you two tell me what you want?" she 
challenged, her eyes flashing with anger. 

The older man looked at her with penetrating intensity, his dark eyes 
shamelessly taking in her curvaceous form, so sensually revealed by the 
clinging negligee she wore. It had been years since he'd laid eyes on his 
former girl and it was readily apparent to the experienced hustler that she 
hadn't lost a bit of her sensually smoldering allure. In fact, the years 
seemed to have given her a touch of worldly sophistication that made her 
appetizing figure and face even more desirable than ever. Already his ample 
penis was stiffening urgently in the tight crotch of his silk trousers, and 
his loins were churning with the same intensity of lewd desire that he had 
felt for her from the beginning, years ago in a small hotel room in lower 
Manhattan. He was beginning to feel the effects of the drugs he had taken 
earlier, too and his tough, muscular body was throbbing with the heightened 
warmth and sensitivity they induced. Roxie, or Neva, as she called herself 
now, was more ravishing than ever, and it would be a kick to give her a real 
hard, mean fuck .. . for old times sake. 

"Like the old days, ain't it, baby?" he said, his voice thickening from the 
effects of the capsules. 

"No," Neva said firmly, "it isn't like the old days. I don't want life to be 
like that ever again. I hated it and I always will." 

Yet, deep inside, the raven-haired female felt a strange twinge of desire 
take hold of her. At first she attributed it to the martinis she had been 
drinking earlier, and cursed herself for being slightly tipsy at this 
inconvenient time. But there was something else happening, and she could 
barely admit it to herself. Seeing Vito again, after so long, brought back 
an uncontrollable rush of desire. Her vaginal passage was already throbbing 
with excitement, as if it recalled how thrilling their sex life had been. 
Christ, there hadn't been anything she wouldn't do for Vito then. She'd been 
crazy in love with him, ready to screw on the streets if he wanted her to. 
She had left him because he was a two-timing bastard, and cheated her right 
and left. But there was no denying, despite all that, that since him she had 
never been so satisfied, so thrilled, and all the old feelings were welling 
up in her like an ocean storm. 

"Vito and me thought we'd pay you a visit and see if you wasn't interested 
in a real good fuck, tonight," Joey said. 

His brain beginning to reel in a drug-induced stupor the corrupt delivery 
boy could feel his youthful penis lurching like a jumping bean in his 
dungaree's and it was all he could do to keep from ripping the clothes from 
the violet-eyed beauty's fabulous body and fucking her like a demon. 

"How dare you?" she cried in protest. "How dare you talk to me that way, you 
little punk." 

"Hey, that's no way to talk to my friend," Vito slurred, walking toward Neva 
slowly, like a panther stalking it's prey. "What's wrong with a little fuck 
for old times sake, huh?" 

"Please, Vito," the sultry female pleaded, her voice now betraying her 
nervousness, "please get out of here and leave me alone." 

The dark-haired beauty began to back away from her steadily approaching 
ex-lover in fear. The look in Vito's eyes told her that he wasn't about to 
be stopped, and she remembered with a shudder that she had always been 
powerless to resist him. 

"Please ... please, no, Vito," she murmured, suddenly finding herself back 
up against the living room wall, "not like this please ..." 

"Why not, baby? You used to like it anytime, any way. What's the matter, 
getthr too high class for old Vito?" 

Suddenly the drugged older man reached out and yanked harshly at the front 
of Neva's flimsy lavender negligee, completely exposing the front of her 
soft, milk-white body with one cloth-shearing yank. Without hesitation he 
reached out and grabbed the ample flesh of her tautly quivering breasts and 
bent down to kiss her harshly on the soft fullness of her scarlet lips. At 
first, the tormented call girl resisted his obscene assault, struggling and 
twisting to get away from his lascivious hands and lips, but it was useless, 
and soon she felt her trembling body become consumed with fiery waves of 
unwanted passion. 

Joey Trent, standing close by, watched in bug-eyed fascination as his friend 
from the city pressed his powerfully muscled body up against that of Neva 
Reynolds, grinding his hips into her pelvis and kissing her with animal 
intensity while he kneaded the pliant flesh of her ripe breasts. The 
drug-sodden teenager grew hotly excited by what he saw and knew that the 
scene he and his friend had planned earlier in the diner was soon to be an 
obscene reality. His rapidly swelling penis pounded like a hammer in his 
jeans as youthful lust began to well up in his slim body with the 
irresistible force of a tempest. 

Meanwhile, Neva, unwillingly caught in the lusty drug dealer's hungry 
embrace, felt her mind billow in turmoil. A maze of conflicting emotions 
threatened to overwhelm her as she struggled to resist the onslaught of 
thundering desire that sizzled through her lushly contoured flesh. She 
couldn't believe it was happening, trapped in her own living room by her 
ex-lover and a local teenage boy, a helpless prey to their dark male lusts. 

She couldn't give in, she couldn't, yet there was nothing to be done. They 
were stronger than she was, for one thing, and had it in their power to 
destroy the one possibility of real happinesss that had come her way by 
revealing her shady past to the locals. There was no way out of it, she had 
to surrender now to their lurid demands, otherwise her whole life was in 
peril. And besides, even if she wanted to resist them, she could not, in her 
semi-drunken state, fight down the blaze of lust that took hold of her 
entire being. No, it was too much, and with a groan of submission she 
suddenly began to return Vito's searching kisses, thrusting her tongue deep 
into his mouth and pressing her pelvis seductively against the rigid 
hardness of his fully erect penis as it lurched inside his trousers. 

As she moved her lips away from his and began to eagerly explore his neck, 
she could see, over his shoulders, that his teenage companion was lewdly 
stripping himself of his clothes, while his eyes glittered with steadily 
mounting passion. 

God help me, the helpless call girl screamed inwardly, oh dear God, help me! 

In the house across the street, Gordon Hall sat numbly on the couch, sipping 
the drug-laced drink, his daughter had prepared for him, while Mary Ann 
tearfully revealed the terrible "secret" she had discovered. When she 
finally finished, seated erect in the chair opposite the couch, there was a 
long silence while her father absorbed her words. 

"How . . . how do you know Joey was telling the truth?" Mary Ann's father 
asked finally. "How do you know he wasn't making up a pack of lies? He's a 
boy, just a kid, how could he know about such things?" 

"He said ... he said he's. .. he's been with her too . .. and that lots of 
other men have been with her ... oh Daddy, what if it's true? What if she's 
nothing but a ... " 

"Be quiet!" Gordon snapped, cutting her off, "I don't want you talking like 
that when you don't really know for sure. I don't think Joey Trent is any 
kind of reliable source about anything, do you understand, and I can't 
believe that Miss Reynolds is... is that kind of person ..." 

For a moment, the troubled widower grew dizzy and he leaned back against the 
couch to recover his senses. must be tense, he thought. Hell, I. feel 
awfully drunk on this one Scotch. Unaware that his neurotic daughter had put 
the potent white powder into his drink, he attributed his strangely warm and 
drunken state to the liquor, and his anxiety over what Mary Ann had been 
telling him. He was sure the Trent boy had been making up stories in some 
kind of bravado attempt to impress his daughter. 

Yet, he had to admit he didn't know much about Neva's personal life. He 
assumed her occasional trips into the city were for modeling assignments. 
Anything was possible, of course, but this was too incredible to believe. 
Setting down his drink, he put his hands to his temples and began to massage 
them slowly. His head felt like it was on fire, and he had great trouble 
focusing his thoughts. His whole body, in fact, began to react strangely, 
tingling with unusual excitement. 

"Daddy," Mary Ann persisted, "Joey even said he and a friend were going to 
visit Miss Reynolds tonight, and have a big celebration. That must have been 
them in the car. You said it looked like Joey." 

"It... it was too . . . dark ..." Gordon replied, startled to find he had 
difficulty speaking, and when he did the words sounded far away. "Mary Ann 
... I ... I'll talk to Miss Reynolds .. . tomorrow . .. my head is so ... " 

"But Daddy," his blonde-haired daughter went on insistently, "it may be too 
late tomorrow. Maybe she's in there now with them .. . you could see for 
yourself... oh please, Daddy, I could never even bear to talk to her again 
if I thought. . . oh, for my sake, Daddy, please, couldn't you go over... to 
see ... " 

"To see? .. . Honey ... I ... " Despite his efforts to remain in control, 
Gordon's brain reeled stuporously from the drug and alcohol combination. His 
daughter's suggestion that he go over to Neva Reynolds' house and see for 
himself what was happening repelled him at first, but after a few moments he 
began to think that maybe, after all, that was the best solution. 

To see for himself. "Yes... yes... " he murmured in a thickly slurred voice, 
"Maybe you're right..." After all it wasn't for his own sake, it was for his 
daughter as well. He couldn't take the chance that she might be traumatized 
again, not after what happened to her in California. He had to know the 
truth, yes . .. the truth .. . and he had to know now. Half-blinded, he 
lurched up from the couch, barely conscious of his fogged condition, and 
went tov/ard the front door. "I'll go right .. . right now .. . settle once 
and for all ... yes .. . " 

Trying to conceal her eagerness, Mary Ann assisted him to the door and 
opened it for him. Her eyes were shining with a bizarre delight as she 
realized that her plan was working, better than she had anticipated. 
Mentally she congratulated herself for taking the mysterious drug from Joey 
and putting it in her father's drink. It seemed to make him much more 
receptive to her ideas that he ever had been before. 

"I'll be back in ... in a minute," he mumbled as he went down the front 
walk. He was hardly conscious of where he was or who he was. He had one 
thing in his mind now, and that was to find out if what his beautiful 
daughter had told him was true. Ahead of him was Neva's house, blazing with 
light, and he staggered towards it like a man obsessed. 

Behind him, watching through the window, Mary Ann was breathless with 
excitement. won't be long now, she thought happily, it won't be long now. 

Chapter Eight 

In the brightly lit living room, all three of the lewd orgiasts were now 
completely stripped naked. Neva was spread-eagled on the soft pile of the 
wall-to-wall carpet, while Vito held her arms and, with his thickly-muscled 
legs on either side of her head and his rigid penis waving lewdly out over 
her forehead, bent down with a growl of lust and began to suck voraciously 
on her softly quivering breasts. 

While behind him, Joey Trent eagerly hunched down and began to stroke the 
helpless call girl's defenselessly throbbing vaginal split with his fingers, 
probing obscenely until he found her clitoris, and kneading the little bud 
until it began to quiver and harden, making the raven-haired temptress 
writhe and moan in unwanted pleasure. 

"Oooooohhh . . . nooo . .. please ..." she begged, still struggling to 
resist the vulgar pleasure that washed over her squirming body. She felt 
humiliated to the depths of her being to be taken so brutally by her 
ex-lover and the local delivery boy, but she couldn't resist the sheer, 
wanton thrills she was experiencing as Vito sucked hungrily on her breasts 
and the lusty teenager searched lewdly with his hands in her vulnerable 
vaginal flesh. Suddenly, too weary to struggle, she cried out in utter 
pleasure, surrendering now totally to their onslaught. "OOOOOHHHHH . . . 
YYEEESSSSSS!!" 

"That's the way I like to hear it, baby," her muscular ex-lover snarled, 
"and when we're finished with you, you'll be beggin' for more. Come on, 
Joey, turn this classy bitch over, I want to fuck her royally, for old times 
sake." 

He rose and stepped aside while Joey bent down and gripped Neva's hips with 
his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach. She lay on the rug 
without struggling now, the only evidence of her inner turmoil the trickling 
warm tears escaping from her violet eyes. The older man's thickly swollen 
cock grew even more erect and jerked lewdly as he gazed with lust at his old 
girl friend's helplessly exposed ass-cheeks. Then, waving the excited 
delivery boy aside, he stooped down, grabbed both of the subjugated 
brunette's ankles, and yanked them harshly apart, splaying her long legs 
wide. 

"Oh, no please no," Neva suddenly cried as she realized what Vito had in 
mind. It had been a long time since she'd allowed anyone to take her that 
way, and she cringed in fearful anticipation of her ex-lover's inevitably 
brutal entry. 

"Hold her down, man," Vito cried to Joey. Quickly the slender teenager knelt 
and pushed one hand hard against her shoulders, and the other into the small 
of her back, pressing her down tight against the carpeted floor. Neva 
struggled again for a moment, then lay still, waiting tensely for the 
inevitable to happen. 

The swarthy dealer dropped to his knees between the subdued temptress' legs 
and ran his big hands lewdly over the tapering lines of her trembling calves 
and up inside her sleekly sculpted thighs to the already passion-drenched 
interior between her legs. It had been a long time since he had known the 
pleasure of her spectacular body, which became familar to him once more as 
he explored her with his hands. He growled in rising excitement as he ran 
the edge of his hand down the deep smooth crease of her shamelessly exposed 
buttocks, parting them slightly so that her tiny, puckered anus was visible 
to his lewdly gaping eyes. 

"Looks kinda tight, Roxie," he said mockingly." Maybe nobody's been up there 
since you left me. Gotta get it loosened up some, huh?" 

He laughed as he slowly drew aside her soft white ass-cheeks. Instinctively 
his ex-lover tensed them together, but Vito dug his fingers cruelly into the 
pliant flesh until she understood that any more resistance would only mean 
more pain. She relaxed her muscles, and the swarthy man sucked in his breath 
as the tight ring of puckered flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand 
down and thrust his distended middle finger lewdly up into the tight, 
rubbery opening. 

' 'AAAAANNNNNNGGGHHHH!!" Neva cried as his finger knifed cruelly forward up 
to the first knuckle, and again as he went in up to the second knuckle, 
"RRRRNNNGGGHH!!" 

Both Vito and Joey chuckled pitilessly as the drug-sodden dealer fucked his 
finger relentlessly in and out of her abused anus, widening it, and sending 
vicious shafts of pain up through the tortured call girl's cringing back 
passage. At the same time, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with 
his other hand, pulling the thick foreskin back with his thumb and 
forefinger to expose the huge bulbous head, and aiming the massively 
stiffened instrument right at Neva's painfully aching nether hole, now 
stretched a little from the knife-like thrusts of his stiffened middle 
finger. 

He withdrew his lewdly skewering finger, then, and spread her trembling 
buttocks again with his thumbs, leaning forward to drop a large glob of 
spittle on the tiny opening to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, 
placing the throbbing tip of his rigidly erect cock against her pulsing 
rectal hole. Then, propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his hips 
forward and bore into her, slicing his huge cock-head cruelly forward into 
her tight little anus. 

"NOOOOOOOOO, STOP! GOD YOU'RE GONNA SPLIT ME WIDE OPEN, VITO!" Neva howled 
in torturous pain. But her ex-lover only laughed at her desperate cries, 
knowing that in a few minutes she would be loving every minute of it, like 
before when his cock was rammed up her ass just about every other night. 

Nearby, Joey Trent watched hungrily as Vito burrowed further into the 
futilely resisting ring of nether flesh. He wanted to fuck her too. He'd 
been storing up a lot of revenge for the way this violet-eyed bitch had 
treated him lately, and his adolescent cock grew stiffer than a hot lot at 
the idea of finally getting into her cunt again. 

"EEEEEEIIINNNNGGG!!" Neva gasped as Vito's massively swollen cock finally 
skewered it's way into the painfully stretching depths of her rectum. 

"You're real tight in there, bitch," he taunted mockingly, "not like the old 
days when your ass-hole used to be like Grand Central Station." 

Neva shuddered in humiliation as the swarthy drug dealer began to fuck 
slowly in and out of her. It was horrible to have him here and remind her of 
the past, it was like having the worst imaginable nightmare suddenly coming 
true. And yet, how strange it was to feel his gargantuan penis ripping into 
her rectum, the way it had so many years before. She cursed herself for 
finding it even exciting, yet there was nothing to be done except go through 
with it. She hoped she could survive with some shred of pride still intact. 

Joey, standing impatiently beside them, was jerking his hand obscenely 
around his wildly distended penis, eager to join the party. 

"Hey, man," he called to his older friend, "how about letting me get in on 
this!" 

"Sure, kid," Vito grunted in reply, "c'mon. This bitch can take six at a 
time if she wants to. Climb aboard!" 

By the time Gordon Hall reached the front door of Neva's house, he was so 
mentally fogged by the drug that his mind was no longer functioning with any 
kind of reason or clarity. He was operating under an irresistible 
compulsion, a compulsion to find out the truth about his prospective second 
wife and uncover the source of the damning rumors that his daughter had 
revealed to him only a few minutes before. 

Reaching the front door, he was about to ring the bell when he realized that 
he could accomplish his purpose better if he could observe what was going on 
inside without letting anyone know he was there. To this end he carefully 
moved off of the front steps and slipped into the bushes that surrounded the 
house, moving stealthily like an Indian hunter. Instinctively all of his old 
army training came into play as he edged silently through the evergreens and 
rhododendrons toward the well-lighted living room windows, completely caught 
up in his mad endeavor, thanks to the help of the strong drug Mary Ann had 
put into his drink. He was no longer Gordon Hall, the respectable, rational 
public relations man, now he was a tiger in the night, possessed with 
irresistable curiosity, moving closer and closer to the window where he 
hoped to discover what was happening inside. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silent creeping, he reached 
the window, and, raising himself up slightly, peered through a small space 
where the living room curtains were pushed aside to give a clear view of the 
interior. What he saw made his jaw drop in utter shock and his eyes widen in 
disbelief. There, on the thickly carpeted floor, was his beloved Neva, lying 
on her side, completely naked, crying out in abandoned ecstasy. AND SHE WAS 
BEING FUCKED IN THE CUNT BY JOEY TRENT AND IN THE ASS-HOLE BY A COMPLETE 
STRANGER! 

The drugged widower began to tremble with rage and astonishment as he 
watched the slim delivery boy thrusting his hotly swollen penis roughly up 
into the writhing brunette's visibly drenched vagina, and the other man 
grinding his massive rod torturously into her rectal passage from behind. 
She was sandwiched between them like a sack of sugar, her whitely gleaming 
body thrashing in wild, torrid response to the intense thrills of the 
vicious double-fuck she was receiving. Her lips were parted and her eyes 
closed in ecstasy as she urged the two lewdly rutting males on with her 
hands. Nothing had prepared the dumb-struck public relations man ior what he 
witnessed, and he crouched by the window, paralyzed in shock, his eyes 
bulging, his heart beating like a tom-tom in his chest. 

There was no question in his mind now that somehow or other his beautiful 
young daughter had stumbled onto the truth about his prospective second 
wife. For seeing her responding so lewdly, so excitedly, to the barbaric 
battering from the two males left no doubt in his mind that SHE WAS A WHORE! 
The disbelieving widower felt his mind begin to smoulder with uncontrollable 
rage, and he had the immediate impulse to barge in through the front door 
and confront Neva with what he had discovered. Yet he held back, for -even 
in his drug-twisted state he realized that he would be putting himself in 
needless jeopardy by such a melodramatic gesture, risking physical harm from 
the men and needless emotional turmoil with Neva. 

No, he had the truth now, the truth that he had been deceived by this brazen 
woman, and there was no point in carrying things further. Yet he was rooted 
to the spot, unable even to return to his own house. He could not tear his 
eyes from the vulgar sight on the living room floor, and his brain seethed 
with contempt as he witnessed the raven-haired beauty's apparently willing 
submission to a brutal fuck by both the local delivery boy and a man much 
older than either of them. 

Watching hypnotically, Gordon let his disillusioned eyes drink in the lurid 
sight of the debauched trio on the floor of the room. There was no doubt 
about it, Neva was enjoying her obscene double screwing, for her eyes were 
now rolling wildly, her shining, jet-black tresses flying in every direction 
as she tossed her head in the throes of uncontrollable passion, while 
mewling and wailing heated sounds of unmistakable pleasure so intense that 
her cries could easily be heard through the window. Surprisingly, despite 
his violent anger, Mary Ann's father also began to experience another 
feeling brought on by the sight of Neva's savage ecstasy, for the thick 
flesh of his cock stiffened involuntarily in this trousers and began to 
pound with rising lust. 

Unaware that they were being observed, Vito and Joey drove mercilessly into 
the twin channels of the throbbing hot body of the defenselessly abused call 
girl. Neva, lost now in the blaze of unbridled passions, cried out in utter 
delight as the two wetly thrusting penises tore into her, with only the thin 
wall of flesh between her anus and vagina separating the two vicious 
instruments of pleasure-tinged torture. 

Any lingering shred of resistance had long since been swept away when Vito 
had begun to drill his cock into her lust-drenched rectal interior, and the 
helpless beauty found herself thrilled beyond measure to be taken so 
brutally once more by her cruel ex-lover. Despite her initial anger, she now 
had surrendered in toto to the will of the two powerful males, and an 
incredible forbidden excitement, a kind of excitement she had almost 
forgotten existed, began to pervade every brutalized part of her flesh until 
she wriggled in total sensual delight, her nakedly gleaming body sizzling 
with a lewd mixture of pain and joy, mounting higher and higher into a 
vortex of unprecedented sensual thrills. 

"Yeesssssssss..." she whined deliriously, "YEEESSSSSSSS! FUCK ME . .. FUCK 
ME... FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKK MEEEEEEE!" 

Joey, the delivery boy, became even more savagely aroused as the voluptuous 
call girl began to cry out in complete ecstatic surrender. He couldn't 
believe how easily he and his friend Vito had cornered the stupid bitch. 
Man, Vito was incredible. And to think he'd been her lover, years ago. The 
arrogant teenager knew it wouldn't be long before he was in the big time. 

With the older man as his teacher, there wasn't anything he couldn't or 
wouldn't do. Throbbing with raw animal strength, the lusty, drugged teenager 
drove into her with hard frenzied strokes, while Vito thrust up with cruelly 
knifing force into the shuddering depths of his ex-girl friend's anus. They 
had developed a natural rhythm now, and Neva was groaning maniacally between 
them as they ground into her like two stallions gone wild. 

On his side, behind her, Vito grunted and moaned as he fucked his thick, 
rigid cock into her tightly clenching anus, reveling in the familiar feeling 
of Neva's silken rectum pressed tight around his own hard, muscular flesh. 
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as he fucked into her with more and 
more merciless strokes. 

Between the two men, the black-haired siren was consumed with a raging 
hurricane of almost masochistic delight that swirled from the depths of her 
heatedly stretched loins. Her hips moved eagerly backward to meet the savage 
thrusting of her ex-lover's pulsating cock and forward again to swallow the 
whole of the smug teenager's roughly plunging penis. She undulated wildly 
between the two sweating male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving, her 
mind bubbling with a kind of sensual delight she had not experienced for 
years. 

"UUUUHHH GGOOODDDD!!" she wailed from the depths of her being, 
"AAAANNNNRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!" 

Still hidden outside at the window, Gordon was spellbound by the obscene 
orgy he witnessed. His mind was buffetted by torrential rage and disgust, 
while his body, in a seeming contradiction of reflexes, grew hot with desire 
and lewd excitement. His genitals throbbed insistently and his penis had 
grown to monstrous proportions and now thundered in his pants, ready to 
explode. The handsome widower crouched in his hiding place like a madman, 
transfixed by the sight of Neva as she began sobbing excitedly in what was 
apparently the first throes of orgasm. 

Inside the room, the obscene orgy neared the point of galvanic release as 
the passion-tossed call girl began to cry out like a wounded animal. 

''I'M CUMMMINNNGGG! CU . . . CU . . . CUMMMINGGGGG!!" 

Her frantically writhing body was seething with ecstasy as orgasm after 
orgasm seared like heat lightning through her wetly exploding cuntal 
interior and flashes of burning pleasure and pain rocketed up her spine like 
a thousand volts of electricity. 

Vito and his teenage compatriot both sensed her overpowering excitement, and 
it charged them both with renewed strength. Their two obscenely inflated 
cocks became charged with savage male power as they fucked her brutally from 
both sides, searing the twin canals of her loins like barbarians, sharing 
their total subjugation of the tempestuous brunette skewered lewdly between 
their naked male bodies. 

"UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH.. . AH . . . AH . . . AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Joey groaned as 
his sperm-bloated testicles suddenly tightened and then erupted with cum. 
Wave after wave of white-hot sperm squirted out of the parted glans of his 
thrusting cock into Neva's wildly trembling cunt, and he emptied himself 
with deep guttural moans, filling the writhing call girl with his hot liquid 
manhood. 

Behind them, Vito felt his own release not far off and he began to knife his 
rock-hard penis into her anus like a high-speed drill, tearing cruelly up 
between Neva's buttocks until finally, with a deep animal growl, he reached 
his moment of climax and shot forth a thick hot rivulet of cum from his 
hard-driving penis deep into the dark moist interior of his former mistress' 
heaving ass. 

Still watching from outside, Gordon Hall was ready to cum in his pants as he 
saw the others reach their orgasm. Yet he would not allow this to happen, 
and held off tensely, unable to permit himself to release his cum, still too 
enraged by what he witnessed. Yet his muscular body trembled from head to 
foot with passion, mixed with a vicious anger that threatened to overpower 
him completely at any moment. He continued to watch as, one by one, each of 
the debauchee's completed their obscene release and finally lay sprawled on 
the floor, exhausted from their unbridled sensuality. 

Taking one last lingering look at the ravishing form of Neva Reynolds as she 
lay on the thick rug, her voluptuously full breasts still heaving with 
passion, her eyes closed in the lingering afterglow of sex, he found himself 
for a moment feeling strangely sympathetic toward her, almost wanting her 
again. Yet in the next second the reality of what he had witnessed once more 
took hold of his mind, and his eyes narrowed as he saw the sex-driven call 
girl smiling like a satisfied cat. 

"You lying bitch," he murmured under his breath, "You goddamn lying bitch." 

Turning away from the window, he moved through the bushes and, his mind 
still numbed by the potent drug he'd drunk, stumbled hazily back towards his 
own house. 

Chapter Nine 

Almost as soon as Gordon left the house on his way to Neva Reynolds' place, 
Mary Ann raced upstairs to her bedroom to put the other elements of her plan 
into action. For tonight, she was determined, she and her father would 
become as close as any two people could become. If everything worked the way 
she planned, the scheme she had hatched with Joey Trent, aided by the 
powerful drug she had placed in her father's drink, would have the result 
she wanted, the only outcome which, to her disoriented brain, seemed 
logical. 

Her daddy needed a woman. All right. She would show him that he didn't have 
to look any further than his own daughter. For ever since she had gazed at 
her father's lean nakedness twined lovingly around their brunette neighbor's 
body, the golden-haired blonde teenager had been obsessed with sharing with 
him the same intimacy. It seemed to her that once she admitted to that fact, 
that she wanted her father to make love to her, everything fell into place, 
like the pieces of a puzzle, and she even felt a strange sensation of peace. 

Although she knew that the act she was contemplating was one of the oldest 
taboos known to man, it didn't bother her at all. For somewhere she felt 
herself above the rigid codes that bound other people, and her daddy was, 
too. Of course they'd have to keep it a secret, but it was worth it, in 
fact, it was worth any price to Gordon's young daughter to have him all to 
herself at last. 

She showered quickly, and was just coming out of the bathroom, clad in her 
bathrobe, when she heard her father come in downstairs. Her heart beat 
faster as his footsteps dragged heavily toward the stairs, then stopped as, 
looking up, he saw her at the top, waiting for him. 

Mary Ann was shocked a little by the way he looked, his hair rumpled and his 
clothes stained a little from the dirt and bushes under Neva's living room 
window. The look on his face was strange, too, as though his emotions had 
suddenly been stripped naked, exposed for all the world to see. It even 
frightened the adolescent blonde a little. She had never seen her daddy look 
so hurt. 

"Daddy ..." she began as he came toward her, "are you all right?" 

Gordon looked at his daughter, so young, so lovely and innocent, and she 
seemed to his drug-fogged brain like a vision from a dream. After what he 
had just witnessed of Neva Reynold's corruptness, Mary Ann seemed like a 
creature from another world. And to think he had even contemplated marrying 
that bitch, that whore, and bringing her into the same house with his 
already emotionally scarred young daughter! His brain reeled with the 
thought, and he had to reach out with his hands to steady himself on the 
upstairs railing. 

"Yes... yes, I'm all right, baby," he murmured. "I ... I think you made that 
drink a little too strong, that's all. I need to lie down." 

"Let me help you," Mary Ann offered, slipping her arm around his waist and 
guiding him down the hall toward his own room. Gordon let himself be led, 
scarcely aware of what was happening to him now, for the drug's effects were 
just approaching their peak. He knew he felt strange, but he attributed it 
to the drink and the emotional shock he had just experienced at witnessing 
the scene on Neva's living room floor. God, would he ever dare trust another 
woman again? he wondered bleakly. And what if he couldn't? Neva had 
unleashed powerful sexual feelings in the attractive young widower, feelings 
he had schooled himself to control for years. How would he satisfy them now? 

They were at the door to his bedroom now, and Mary Ann preceded him inside 
and turned down his covers. "Did you . . . did you find out if what Joey 
said was true?" she asked. 

"Yes," her father replied thickly. "I found out." 

"Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry," Mary Ann whispered in false sympathy, going to him 
and slipping her arms around him. "I really am." 

Her warm concern only made Gordon feel worse, and he held his daughter 
tightly, rocking back and forth slightly and cradling her in his arms, as 
though he would never let go. "It looks like you're the only girl I can 
really trust, baby," he murmured sadly into her tousled blonde hair. 

"Oh Daddy, that's the way I feel about you," Mary Ann replied, snuggling 
closer against him and pressing her small body against his tall lean one. 

Gordon was shocked to feel his cock once more spring hungrily erect at her 
soft embrace. Indeed it had never really subsided since he had first seen 
Neva lying nakedly sandwiched between Joey Trent and his evil-looking 
friend. Now, feeling the blossoming curves of his fourteen year old 
daughter's slender young body pressed against him, he was horrified to 
realize that he was beginning to have a sexual response to her, to his own 
daughter! Christ! What kind of a monster was he becoming? 

"You'd better go to bed now, honey," he said, pulling away from her abruptly 
and throwing himself down on the bed to conceal his sudden aching erection. 

But Mary Ann had felt it with a thrill of excitement, and she knew that her 
father was reacting to her just the way she wanted him to. "May I come in 
and kiss you good night after I have my nightgown on?" she asked innocently. 

"Sure, honey, of course." 

The calculating young teenager left her father's bedroom and hurried down 
the hall to her own room. Once inside, she closed the door and quickly 
stripped off her bathrobe, leaving herself completely naked. She tore open 
her dresser drawer, in which she had carefully hidden something, something 
she had taken earlier in the day from the trunk in her father's room that 
contained her mother's things. Now she took it out carefully and slipped it 
over her head, then turned to look in the mirror. It was a pink satin 
nightgown that flowed around her curvaceous young body like liquid mercury, 
clinging to every youthful curve, and clearly outlining the hard little tips 
of her nipples. Mary Ann tightened the lacy string under her soft young 
breasts so that it fit even more alluringly, then took the pins out of her 
blonde hair and let it cascade down over her shoulders. Satisfied with the 
effect, she began to tingle all over with excitement. She was going to make 
love, for the first time in her life, and with her own father! He was going 
to take her virginity and make her into a real woman at last, just like her 
mother had been! She could hardly wait, and yet she was a little scared too. 

"Oh," she breathed at her image in the mirror, "this is going to be the most 
important night of my life!" 

Meanwhile, down the hall in his own room, Gordon was beginning to feel 
stranger and stranger. It required a great deal of effort for him to get up 
from the bed after his daughter had left and take off his clothes. Finally 
he gave up trying to put on pajamas and just dropped his trousers, shirt and 
underwear on the floor. Then he pulled the top sheet down and stretched his 
naked body out uncaringly on the bed. 

He felt . . . weird. Every muscle in his body seemed to be exhausted, and 
yet his cock was still semi-erect and full of lewd energy, and his mind was 
filled with unbidden salacious images of Neva Reynolds as he had just seen 
her, naked on the floor of her living room, her face contorted in ecstasy as 
she received the brutal double-fucking from Joey and his companion, of his 
wife Sandy, blonde and loving, just like their daughter. God, it was 
incredible how alike they were, he thought vaguely. Indeed, when he thought 
of his long dead wife now, he could not really distinguish her features and 
body from those of Mary Ann. God, how he wished his wife were still alive, 
to be the kind of mother Mary Ann needed, and ... and the kind of wife he 
needed, he admitted with a sigh. Memories of their all too brief years of 
marriage flooded his brain, and he felt even more aroused than before. He 
could see in his mind's eye, his beautiful young blonde wife, all naked, her 
long hair curling softly over her shoulders and down around her full, firmly 
upthrust breasts. It was an incredibly vivid image, and Gordon's loins ached 
with desire as he contemplated it. 

"Oh Sandy," he moaned, "Sandy, I miss you so much!" He wanted more than 
anything else to bury his cock in her warmly receptive vagina, to lose 
himself in her, as though the past ten years had just been an awful 
nightmare. If only it were possible! His cock stirred lustily, and he let 
his hand drop down between his legs to grasp its thickened girth, softly 
stroking it into even greater arousal. 

Padding down the hall barefoot, Mary Ann paused outside her father's door 
just in time to hear his mournful words. She felt a shiver of excitement go 
through her as he spoke them, for she knew that she resembled her mother. 
Even if her daddy hadn't told her so on several occasions, she had seen 
enough pictures of her often photographed beauty to know that it was true. 
And her daddy wanted her mommy, right now, this very minute, when she was 
about to take the biggest step of her life, into her father's bedroom, clad 
in her mother's nightgown, looking exactly like her! 

Mary Ann trembled inwardly at how perfectly everything was working out. 
Then, gathering all her strength and fighting down what seemed to be 
hundreds of butterflies in her stomach, she pushed open the door to the room 
and went inside. 

Wafted away by the potent drug his daughter had put into his drink, Gordon 
had forgotten he had told her she could come in and kiss him good night. 
Hence, he had not bothered to pull the sheet over his naked body, and when 
Mary Ann entered, he was still stretched out naked, his hand lightly 
stroking his blood-engorged cock. 

It's almost as though he were waiting for me! Mary Ann thought with a thrill 
of desire as she softly closed the door behind her. There was no light on in 
the room, but the vivid moonlight streaming in through the window 
illuminated everything perfectly. The lustfully scheming teenager could 
scarcely believe her good fortune. Daddy was naked, dreaming of her mother 
while he massaged his beautiful big penis, the penis that in only a few 
minutes would be pressed up inside her own narrow cuntal passage! For a few 
seconds she watched her father from the foot of the bed. Then she gently 
eased herself down beside him and began stroking his naked chest and 
shoulders. 

Gordon was so under the influence of the deadly "B-52" he'd unknowingly 
drunk that at first he scarcely noticed his daughter's presence. It seemed 
just another aspect of the lively sexual hallucinations that were racing 
through his mind at rapid-fire speed. He felt more intensely aroused than he 
ever had in his life, and he was too drugged even to wonder why. He yearned 
for a woman to make love to. With his whole being he desired a soft, 
receptive body into which he could pour the rapidly mounting torrent of 
desire that was consuming him from every side. 

He seemed to be losing consciousness of his surroundings as he let himself 
drift into a drug-induced semi-trance. 

Mary Ann let her hands wander sensuously down his naked chest and abdomen, 
moving hungrily toward his desire-swollen penis from which his own hand had 
fallen aside, leaving it swaying blindly in the air. Gently she grasped it 
in her small hands, drawing the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge 
bulbous head, tickling the semen-filled ridge on its underside. Her gentle 
stroking of his pulsating hardness drove Gordon to even greater heights of 
lust. 

He moaned erotically, his eyes closed, as the sensual hunger of his 
daughter's lewd caress blended with the drug-heightened images of his wife 
that still filled his mind. Except that now and then the image changed, and 
instead of Sandra, he distinctly saw Mary Ann, his daughter. 

"No ... no ... " he protested, as his mind, out of the control of his 
conscience and every day morality, conjured up obscene pictures of his 
adolescent daughter, naked and beckoning, offering her still virginal body 
to him, her own father! In his semi-torpor, he tried to resist the lewd 
images, but he kept being drawn back, like a magnet, to the way his 
blue-eyed blonde off-spring's body felt when she pressed herself 
affectionately against him, the tantalizing feeling of her round little 
breasts against his chest, her nipples like two hard little peas, and the 
way her rounded buttocks jiggled with unconscious womanly allure when 
crammed into a tight pair of jeans. Even now, it seemed to the nakedly 
sprawled young widower that he could hear her melodious young voice crooning 
soft words of love into his ears, words that were almost obscene in their 
meaning. And at the same time, hot flashes of deliciously thrilling lust 
wound snake-like through his sex-hungry body, as though invisible hands were 
teasing and manipulating his most sensitive areas. 

"Oh Daddy," Mary Ann's voice crooned, "you have such a beautiful big penis. 
I love you so much, Daddy, and I've waited soooo long for tonight. I want to 
feel you inside me. I want to show you you don't need any new wife. I'll be 
a wife for you, Daddy, better than anybody else could ever be ... " 

The voice went on hypnotically, and try as he might, Gordon could not shut 
out its obscenely inviting words. It was like a dream, a deliciously 
forbidden dream from which he couldn't wake up. It even seemed to the 
confused widower that he could see her now, too, a frail but sensuous blonde 
figure attired in a pink satin nightgown, crouched at his side, holding his 
rigidly erect cock in both her hands and murmuring soft words of endearment 
to it. It was Sandy, but it was Mary Ann, too. 

"What. .. what's happening to me?" he murmured, trying to force himself into 
full consciousness. But it was useless. His limbs felt as though there were 
lead weights attached to them, and he couldn't move, could only lie 
helplessly while his mind played lascivious tricks on him, and his loins 
began to ache with salacious feelings of undiluted lust. 

"Don't worry, Daddy," the voice crooned soothingly. "It's nothing bad. I 
just want to love you, not like a little girl anymore, but like a real, 
grown-up woman. Don't you want to love me like that, too? Don't you, Daddy? 
See . . . my pussy is all wet just from being close to you like this..." 

Fascinated, Gordon watched as the golden-haired hallucination knelt upright 
beside him on the bed and slowly raised the hem of her nightgown. Holding it 
up around her waist with one hand, she spread her legs and opened her 
lightly hair-fringed cuntal lips with her fingers. Then she grasped one of 
Gordon's limp hands with her own and drew it toward the narrow little 
opening. 

Gordon felt more aroused than he had ever felt in his life as the completely 
amoral little vision guided his middle finger up between her legs and placed 
it right on the entrance to her tightly throbbing cuntal slit, and then 
pushed. Inside, he could feel the thin membrane of her 'men, and the creamy 
liquid that seeped from ; ' hidden vaginal softness. oooooohhhh," she 
murmured, wriggling down onto his outstretched finger, so that it slipped up 
inside her to the first knuckle. "That feels soooooo good. But your penis 
would feel so much better, Daddy. Wouldn't you like me to get naked right 
now, and put it in me?" 

Even as she spoke Mary Ann threw one leg out over his own so that her 
glistening little pink cunt was poised just above his wildly palpitating 
cock, which jerked upwards as though hungry for the appetizing little pussy 
only inches from its blood-engorged head. Then, squeezing her thighs 
together to keep her father's finger firmly inbedded in her moistly 
contracting cuntal depths, she began raising her satin nightgown up above 
her waist, revealing her roundly quivering little breasts to her father's 
stunned gaze. Then she tossed the garment aside and straddled his body, 
completely naked. 

Gordon couldn't take his eyes from her slender white nakedness. Her 
shameless words and actions were calling up in him a long-repressed jungle 
instinct, a fiery, forbidden desire he had never known existed in him 
before. From deep, deep inside his mind a thought he had never allowed 
himself began to take shape and fight its way to the forefront of his 
consciousness. For a few seconds the curly-haired public relations man 
struggled against it, and then he surrendered, defeated by the strength of 
the sensual stimuli that assaulted him from all sides. Although it was only 
a hallucination, a bizarre fantasy of his own mind, he was sure, he suddenly 
realized that the sensual vision spoke the truth. He did want her! Wanted 
his own daughter! With a lusty hunger he could no longer deny! 

Almost unconsciously, his finger began to pump up and down again in her 
tight little vagina, while his eyes roamed wildly over her naked young body, 
a dark glint of lust in them that Mary Ann had never seen there before, but 
that excited her tremendously. No longer was her father looking at her like 
a little girl, but like a woman, a woman he wanted, just the way she wanted 
him. 

"Oh Daddy," she br athed ecstatically, grinding her pelvis down !. ly onto 
his probing finger, "you do want me! I'm so glad. Put it in me. Daddy, now! 
Now!" And she grasped his thick, heavily swollen ee [; in her hands and drew 
it feverishly toward U:i still virginal pussy. 

"Uuunnngggghhhhh," Gordon groaned, withdrawing his hand from her cunt and 
placing it on her hips as she lowered herself over him, letting the tip of 
his lust-stiffened cock brush softly against her throbbing little slit, 
against the thin membrane of skin that still protected the entrance to her 
untried cunt. 

Slowly Mary Ann lowered herself farther, gathering all her courage, and 
spreading her legs wide, while her hands, trembling with desire, guided the 
huge bulk of her father's cock to her desire-swollen pussy. She bore down as 
hard as she could, but her taut little hymen was resistant. For all her 
efforts, her daddy's beautiful penis wouldn't go inside, and she whimpered 
fretfully as it lodged itself just at the entrance to her yearning vagina. 

Gordon was nearly overwhelmed with the hot thrills he felt as his huge cock 
pressed hungrily for admission to her virginally tight depths. Christ, she 
was so little, so narrow and snug. It was like nothing he'd ever felt 
before. He had to have her, had to plunge his rigid stiffness deep inside 
her and fuck her senseless, even if it hurt her. Still only semi-conscious, 
he could not fight down the animal-like lust that surged through him at the 
contact of his lust-hardened penis with her tight little pussy. His jaw 
hardening, he suddenly raised his hips off the mattress, and at the same 
time pulled Mary Ann down sharply, so that his cock tore upwards into his 
daughter's moistly trembling vaginal sheath. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" Mary Ann cried, taken by surprise by the suddenness of the 
act. All at once her tender little cunt felt as though it were tearing, 
stretching unbearably under the assault of her father's huge blood-engorged 
battering ram. 

The sound of her painful cry jolted Gordon momentarily out of his dream. 
Looking around him wildly, he suddenly was seized with a great shock. This 
was no fantasy! He was stretched out naked on his own bed in the dark, and 
this was his own adolescent daughter so obscenely impaled on his cock, her 
head thrown back and a grimace of both pain and ecstasy on her youthful 
features. 

"Oh my God!" he burst out. "Mary Ann! Baby! What have I done? Oh God ..." 

But Mary Ann's voice cut off his protests. 

"Don't stop now, Daddy. It feels so nice! So hot! Give me more, Daddy! 
Please fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Gordon could scarcely comprehend the full meaning of her words, but the 
feeling behind them was unmistakable. She was enjoying it! His own daughter 
was begging him to drive his thickly distended hardness up into her virginal 
cunt, no matter how much it hurt. She wanted him with a bizarre passion 
exactly like his own. Her words seemed to make Gordon explode inwardly as, 
goaded on by the powerful drug he had unknowingly imbibed, his body reacted 
to her plea with the force of a lightning bolt. Even while his mind recoiled 
in horror from what he was doing, his hips lurched upward, forcing his cock 
farther and farther into the lewdly wriggling white belly of his naked 
blonde daughter, who urged him on with the movement of her body and a new 
torrent of lust-inciting words. 

"Oh, that's it. More, Daddy, more! I want all of it. Ooooooohhhhh, it's so 
hot and big, and it's filling me up so wonderfully. It doesn't hurt anymore, 
Daddy, not at all!" 

Mary Ann's wetly clasping pussy was now completely accustomed to his lengthy 
hardness, and Gordon began to stroke into his daughter with vigorous but 
gentle thrusts, driving his heavy cock far up into the pulsating walls of 
her newly deflowered vagina. He knew he couldn't hold out for long from 
releasing his burning seed into her wetly clasping orifice. His own hot 
thrills were too intense. 

Suddenly he wailed, "I-I'm almost there, baby! I'm almost there ..." 

"Oh yes, Daddy," his erotically twisting and writhing daughter replied. "Cum 
inside me! Fill me up with it. And make me cum with you!" 

Gordon increased his pace even more, each furious stroke taking them both 
closer and closer to the lust-quenching peak of orgasm. He watched 
mesmerized as his formerly innocent blonde child flailed her head 
abandonedly, her golden curls flying around her face in an exotic-cloud, her 
body now accustomed to his hard, fleshy cock, grinding down on him as though 
she wanted to force his climax as well as her own, riding his lewdly bucking 
loins as a child rides a dolphin. She began moaning incoherently, her mouth 
opened wide, as spasms of impending orgasm ripped through her nakedly 
churning young body. 

"AAAAAAAAgggghhhhh!" she cried out suddenly. " D a d d d d d d e e e e e e e 
I'm cccccuuummmiinngggggg!!!" 

"So am I, baby, ssssssooo" aaaaaammmmmm minimiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!" 

Suddenly they seemed to be floating free, wafted away from reality on an 
overwhelmingly satisfying wave of blazing sensuality that lifted them out of 
themselves in blissful togetherness, father and daughter, locked together in 
a warm liquid wonderland. They heard voices, raised in ecstatic cries, but 
scarcely knew they were their own. On and on it went, until, after what 
seemed like an eternity, they drifted gently back to earth. 

Mary Ann gently eased herself up off her father's softly subsiding penis, 
and collapsed beside him in his arms. "Oh Daddy, that was wonderful .. . 
better even than I'd dreamed it would be." Contentedly she snuggled tight 
against him. 

What have we done? Gordon wondered desperately, looking down at her tousled 
blonde head nestled on his chest. Oh my God, what have we done? But before 
he could think of an answer, he fell once again into unconsciousness, 
completely drained by the galvanic coupling he had just shared with his 
daughter, and the powerful effects of the drug. 

Chapter Ten 

An early November rain drummed heavily all around the house as Gordon Hall 
sat comfortably in his living room. It was pleasant to spend a Sunday 
afternoon at home, particularly when the weather was so unseasonably cold 
and wet lately, and just watch television or read the papers. It struck the 
handsome public relations man that his life had become much more generally 
relaxed since the fateful evening when he discovered the dark truth about 
Neva Reynolds and found himself in the arms of his pretty blonde daughter. 
It was an impossible, almost absurd twist of fate that had juggled them all 
like pawns in a bizarre chess game, leaving results and changes that no one, 
especially the brown-haired widower, could have possibly predicted. 

He glanced momentarily out the front window at the For Sale sign so 
forlornly placed in front of the home that once belonged to Neva Reynolds. 
After witnessing her obscene debauchery with Joey Trent and his older 
companion, Gordon couldn't bear to see the ravishing brunette again, and had 
been quite curt and cold to her when she called the house, obviously 
confused as to why her prospective new husband was refusing to continue 
their relationship and affair. Soon, she stopped calling, and Gordon assumed 
she must have guessed what had happened for she moved out of her house lock, 
stock and barrel shortly after that, leaving no forwarding address. 

Just as well, he thought pulling his attention away from the window. 
couldn't have worked, not after that night, not after what happened. 

At that moment. Mary Ann came into the living room with a tray of hot tea 
and sandwiches, and Gordon felt his heart begin to beat faster as he caught 
sight of his daughter's incredibly slender yet curvaceous form so enticingly 
clad in a pair of skin-tight dungaree's and snug pink blouse, and the way 
her shimmering blonde hair hung loosely about her radiant face. He knew that 
if the world knew the true nature of their relationship, he would be 
chastized, perhaps even crucified for all he knew. But then, too, the 
thoughtful widower mused, his life with the golden-haired angel who was 
setting the tray down on the coffee table was far more satisfying, in every 
conceivable way, than any he had known before. Maybe to some it was 
shocking, even immoral, but to Gordon and his teenage daughter, everything 
was working out just fine. They had everything they needed, including love. 

"I hope you like the lunch I made, Daddy," 

Mary Ann purred as she sat on the arm of his chair and hugged him around the 
neck. 

"I know I will, sweetheart," he murmured contentedly, enjoying the closeness 
of her warm young body. "Don't I always tell you you're the perfect little 
wife?" 

"Yes, you do . .. and I'm so glad I can make you happy." 

"You do, honey," he whispered, pulling her down onto his lap and holding her 
close. "You really do." 

He sighed pleasantly as he felt his penis begin to throb with the heat of 
arousal as his cuddly daughter wiggled her soft buttocks over the large, 
firm bulge of his cock and balls. What could be more perfect, more genuinely 
an expression of love than this, he wondered? And who is to say what is 
wrong or right in these chaotic times? No, the young widower knew that there 
were no easy answers anymore, no simple solution to any problem. Lazily he 
let his hand begin to caress Mary Ann's warm inner thighs, as she began to 
kiss him softly on the neck. 

You try to find what you need, he thought to himself, and hope to God you 
can get it. A nd when you do. you hold on. You hold on tight. 


End
