Honey Suckle
by Faye Jackson
(LLP-637)


CHAPTER ONE 

Teresa Riley was sick and tired of hiding her relationship with Tony 
Reynolds from her family, she was tired of having to lie to her father as to 
her whereabouts and to meet in sneaky allyways and side streets. She longed 
for the day when she could tell her father that she was going to marry Tony 
Reynolds, his boss's son! 

For the first time being however she and Tony had decided to keep their love 
a secret. Tony had told her that his father would probably send him away if 
he found out about her, he wanted him to marry into money it seemed. Teresa 
knew that her father wouldn't approve either, he was always talking about 
the snobs who lived on the Lakeshore, about his boss being high and mighty. 
One rule for the rich and one for the poor, he was fond of telling his 
daughters. 

Peter Reynolds was a tycoon, he dealt in expensive foreign cars and race 
horses. Jack Riley was a humble mechanic, a peon, a worker in Reynold's 
stable and was well aware of the difference in his lifestyle and his boss's 
lifestyle. Teresa Riley however had other ideas. She and Tony had met at the 
company Christmas party and had been steadily dating ever since. She knew 
that Tony's father was planning to send him away to school later on and she 
dreaded the parting, it was her desire that they should run away to Reno and 
get married but as yet Tony hadn't dared to defy his father. "It's enough 
that I see you," he had told her on more than one occasion, "Dad would lock 
me up if he found out about you." 

"Lock you up and probably take me himself," thought Teresa to herself. She 
had been well aware of Peter Reynold's roving eye. She was a very well 
developed girl for her age, her breasts had been large since she was 12 and 
now at 15 she was more than ripe. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her 
shoulders and her deep blue eyes twinkled sexily from beneath thick lashes. 
She knew that she was quite a seductive piece of goods and she intended to 
use every inch of herself to gain what she wanted ... a rich husband, cars, 
a house, servants and a ton of money. She was happy that she was in love 
with Tony Reynolds because to her immature yet calculating mind, he 
represented everything she ever dreamed of. 

She pulled her coat tightly around her curvaceous young body now as Tony's 
porsche skidded around the corner. One day I'll be able to ride with him in 
public, everyone will look at me and know that I'm Mrs. Anthony Reynolds and 
that I live at the big house, until then though, I'll have to sneak around 
corners . . . but I can wait! 

"Hop in baby," Tony Reynolds grinned to her, "say you're freezing." 

"What did you expect, you're ten minutes late," Teresa chastised, snuggling 
'down besides the young boy and nibbling his ear sexily. 

"Hey cut that out, not here baby, wait until we get to the lake." 

"One of these days I'm just going to give it to you right in the middle of 
the street," Teresa purred. 

"Boy oh boy, you're hot tonight baby," grinned young Tony as he pulled away 
from the sidewalk, "gonna give it to me tonight?" he enquired. 

"Wait and see," Teresa smiled. 

Teresa Riley made a policy of letting Tony go just so far and no further. 
She felt sure that if she let him go all the way she would never get him to 
marry her, her 16th birthday was only a few months away and after that she 
intended to get him to marry her. She would hold her body from him until 
then giving him just enough to drive him crazy in the meantime. 

The. wind was howling wildly around the lake when the little porsche came to 
a rest on a bluff. Teresa slowly unbuttoned her coat, turning to Tony as she 
did so and flashing him her most seductive smile. 

"Ready for a little pussy-fingering baby," the young boy grinned. 

"Ready for. you honey," Teresa purred, leaning back in her seat and slowly 
flicking her tongue around her lips. 

Tony Reynolds leaned over and planted his mouth firmly on Teresa's lips, 
feeling her yield to him almost immediately. "God, you're hot tonight," he 
murmured to her as his hand began to slip anxiously down her leg and up her 
skirt. 

"Why don't you suck my titties first Tony," Teresa breathed huskily, "I 
can't wait to have you suck them." 

"Sure thing angel, whatever you want," the young boy grinned lewdly. 

Teresa began to slowly unbutton her sweater, wetting her lips again 
impishly, "don't you just love my titties honey," she whimpered. 

"Sure thing," groaned Tony, greedily eating up the sight of her now almost 
fully exposed firm young breasts. He gasped now as he stared at her lushly 
exposed pink nippled breasts and leaning over her nubile young body he 
sucked one .nipple up into his hungrily waiting mouth. 

"Ugghhh, honey, I love it," groaned Teresa as she felt the old familiar 
pangs begin to trickle up and down her spine, "suck them harder." 

The young girl could feel goosebumps rising on the softly exposed flesh milk 
white breasts as Tony continued to lovingly kiss and suck her naked nipples. 

"Now finger my pussy," she breathed slowly into his ear, "finger me and suck 
me at the same time." 

Tony Reynolds groaned, he just couldn't believe his luck with Teresa, she 
was so hot and sexy, so what if she wouldn't let him go all the way. One day 
he would get to stick his hungry prick all the way up inside of her but 
until that day he was content to let her suck him off and to finger-fuck 
her. Besides, he'd never actually fucked a girl before, he was just a little 
scared, this way he got his rocks off and didn't run the risk of getting a 
girl pregnant. He knew his Dad would flip his lid if he ever found out that 
he had knocked a girl up. He wanted to stay on the right side of his Dad, 
Tony Reynolds knew that for sure. He's the one with the bucks, he always 
told himself, I gotta stay cool with him. 

"More honey, more," he heard Teresa groan. "Unzip your fly, I want to feel 
your cock," she whimpered into his mouth now, "oh come on honey, I want to 
feel your cock!" 

Jack Riley was tired, he had had a long hard day at the shop and now he was 
home he wanted his wife and family around him. "Where's Teresa," he demanded 
of his wife Jeanne almost the moment he got in from work. 

"She's at a friend's house honey," his mousey little wife said quickly. 

"What time will she be home," he asked gruffley, put out that she wasn't 
home. 

"Soon, soon honey, how about a beer?" Jeanne asked anxiously. 

"Sure, sure, hey Sally turn on the television," he yelled to his older 
daughter who was engrossed in a book on the other side of the livingroom. 

"Sure Dad, how about me, aren't you pleased to see me," Sally asked a little 
hurt at her father's obvious preference for Teresa. 

"Of course I am Sally, you're just so grown up these days, that's all," her 
father replied grumpily. 

"Dad you should take a good look at Teresa, she's not your little girl any 
more," Sally said strongly, getting up to turn the television on for her 
father. 

Jack Riley leaned back in his armchair, threw up his legs and took a gulp of 
the beercan his wife had handed him. His thoughts turned to his youngest 
daughter Teresa, it's true, he pondered to himself, she's turning into quite 
a young woman now. Maybe that's why I don't like her being out so much . . . 
brother her tits are getting so big these days even I'm getting horny when I 
look at her. Jesus! what am I going to do with her? He looked over now at 
his nineteen year old daughter Sally, she's a looker too, he thought to 
himself . . . too bad she had to marry that half-wit Danny Dreyfus . . . 
stupid little motherfucker, doubt if he knows his head from his asshole, 
never did understand why she married him. 

Almost as if she could read her father's thoughts, Sally Dreyfus said, "got 
a letter from Danny today Dad, he'll be home next week." 

"Great. .. great," grunted Jack Riley very unconvincingly, "yeah, that's 
great. . . Jeanne, where the hell's my dinner, I'm starving!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sally Riley looked at her voluptuous young body in the long mirror in the 
room that used to be hers before she got married to her husband Danny. She 
took in the long svelte lines of her form, turning slowly to take in her 
rounded buttocks, darling little dimples smiling cheekily back at her 
through the mirror. Danny always loved the dimples in my ass, she thought 
longingly,. .. oh God, why does he have to go away on business, I just can't 
stand it and this time staying with Mother and Daddy has just been sheer 
hell. 

Turning back to the mirror, Sally cupped her melon like breasts in her hands 
and with one hand started to tweak one of her almost aroused nipples. Oh 
God! I just can't stand being so homey, she cried to herself, I don't know 
when I've ever been so homey and Danny has to be away! 

My body's not bad, she thought proudly to herself, I wonder why Daddy's 
always preferred Teresa to me, is it just because she's blonde? My body's 
just as good as hers, better in fact. She stared with near-narcissistic 
satisfaction at her full, wide-set breasts and lovingly stroked them. Now 
she felt the urgency rising in her body, the old familiar yearning for 
Danny's cock, her hands left her breasts now and slowly traced a line down 
her smoothly alabastered skin to the chestnut thatch protecting her pussy. 
Oh God! 

Danny, why aren't you here, the hungry young girl cried to herself, why 
aren't you here? 

Then suddenly Sally Dreyfus knew what she wanted to do, something she had 
never done since she had married Danny, something she had only done once or 
twice in her life .. . she wanted to touch herself, touch herself there in 
that secret sanctuary, that special place that only Danny entered. With a 
stomach-churning thrill of anticipation deep in the pit of her belly, she 
parted the delicate curls between her legs and began to massage the swollen 
coral bud of her rapidly distending clitoris with the tip of her long 
fingernail. Her extended middle finger began to slither wetly between her 
quivering vaginal lips, her mind was swirling with the excitement of what 
she was about to do!! She groaned as her middle finger jerked faster and 
faster at her tiny pulsating clitoris, she felt her heart beat accelerate 
rapidly, she lookecf at herself now in the mirror, slowly licking her lips 
with her snake-like tongue. She wanted herself, she would give herself to 
herself.' She was a primitive woman giving into the primal urges coursing 
through her abandoned body, it wasn't her fault if her husband wasn't there 
to satisfy her, every woman needed a man to satisfy her animal passions and 
needs and if hers wasn't home then she would have to satisfy herself. . . 
she just had to! 

Teresa Riley was once more standing on the windy corner of Clement and 
Regent waiting for her boyfriend Tony to pick her up. She hadn't seen him 
for three days since the last time she'd arrived home a little late her 
father had blown his stack. She didn't know why her father had been acting 
so strange of late but she had noticed that he had started to look at her 
strangely, almost as if he were undressing her. But no, she knew that was 
crazy, he was her father, why would he look at her that way, it didn't make 
any sense! Still he had been acting strange of late and she had had to 
promise her mother that she wouldn't go out for a few nights, just stay home 
with her Daddy and be a nice girl. Teresa had obeyed for three days now and 
she was hot to see Tony, he had sounded really bummed out when she had 
called him on the telephone to tell him she couldn't see him for a few days 
and she was anxious to make it up to him. She certainly had no intention of 
losing the hotest guy in Chicago! 

She saw Tony's porsche pull around the corner now but was very surprised to 
see that it wasn't Tony at the wheel. 

"Who are you?" she started to say but couldn't finish her sentence, she 
found herself being pulled into the car by a complete stranger. "What are 
you doing in Tony's car?" she finally exploded as she bounced on the seat of 
the little car and looked fully into the eyes of a total stranger. 

"Look, I work for Tony's Dad, there's nothing to worry about. Tony's is sick 
today and he was anxious that you wouldn't wait on the corner for him for 
hours. His Dad is out of the house right now and so I came over just to tell 
you that everything was okay." 

"Oh, how sweet and thoughtful of Tony," Teresa said slowly, "he really 
thinks about me." 

"So you're his girlfriend," the stranger said, "say, my name's Tim Tucker, 
nice to meet you." Tim Tucker took in fully the voluptuous young girl on the 
seat next to him, so this is Tony's girlfriend, he murmured inwardly to 
himself, no wonder he's so hot for her . . . some dish she is, hard to 
believe she's only 15. If the old man catches sight of this pussy he's going 
to want her for himself, he'll cut Tony out like a flash. 

"So what are we going to do," Teresa said petulantly. 

"Well nothing really, Tony just wanted me to tell you that he's sick. He 
couldn't telephone you and he was worried about you standing out there, 
that's all." 

"Oh, I see," Teresa said sulkily, "well, how about we go for a little drive 
anyway." 

"Mmmmmmmmm.. .," thought Tim to himself, wouldn't mind a little spin with 
this chick, "okay," he said aloud, "just a little spin, then I'd better get 
back to the house, Tony will be wondering where I am." 

"What do you do for Mr. Reynolds," Teresa asked curiously. 

"Everything, I'm his valet. I take care of his clothes, you know. Pretty 
much dress him." 

"Do you like your job?" 

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no. The money is great though. I'm trying to save 
some money to buy my own place and then quit. ., it's taking me longer than 
I thought." 

"Everything always does," Teresa said wisely, thinking of her own plans. 

Tim Tucker cast a pained expression towards Teresa now as her short 
mini-skirt began to creep up her body. He saw the crotchband of her panties 
and felt his cock begin to lurch in his pants. 

Teresa looked over slyly to the older man's pants, she saw the obvious bulge 
in his pants and knew that she was exciting him tremendously. What the hell, 
she thought to herself, why not have some fun .. . I'm feeling hot and 
horney anyway and this man is just as good as any, actually he's quite 
handsome, she thought as she took in his muscular frame and large hands. 
He's probably got a good sized cock too, she thought seductively to herself, 
remembering how only that day at school she and her friends had discussed 
the fact that if a man had big hands he was bound to have a big cock. I 
think I'll find out, she mused to herself. 

"Why don't we drive down by the lake for a little while," she purred sexily 
to Tim Tucker now, "that is if you think you have the time." 

"Yes . . . why not, I have a little time," Tim said as casually as he could, 
feeling the vibration in the car begin to pulsate with sexual energy. 

This little chick is hot, he thought to himself, she's really hot! and I'm 
going to give her what she obviously wants and what Tony probably hasn't had 
the guts to give her yet! 

Sally Dreyfus was glad that her parents were out for the evening, even with 
the bedroom door closed she would never have dared to masturbate with-them 
in the house. She lay down on her bed now and arching her back she slithered 
deliciously up into her voraciously clinging pussy, her entire pelvis 
raised. Oh, that feels so good! she sighed. I knew I couldn't wait another 
night! 

The frustrated young housewife knew that it wouldn't take her long to cum 
either, her only wish was for a climax and her finger dipped in and out in 
an ever-increasing tempo of leashed emotion. She loved fucking-God, did she 
ever- and knew that it was only a matter of time before she took that big 
and final step to fidelity. What would another man's cock feel like thrust 
up inside her, she wondered? Would it be all thick and hot and stiff? Would 
it cum lots and lots? Whatever the man was like, he certainly couldn't cum 
any faster than her young husband did. She wondered what it would be like to 
experience multiple orgasms, like she'd heard some women could. She knew 
that she would never really experience anything like that with her husband 
Danny, it was too prudish by far, he made love fine but he wouldn't do 
anything out of the ordinary and Sally Dreyfus longed to do other things 
than just straight fucking. Whenever she had mentioned such positions as 
"sixty-nine" however, Danny had blushed and told her that he didn't like to 
do things like that. 

Sally's hands found her breasts again now and began to massage them slowly. 
She could feel her prolifically flowing cuntal secretions trickling down 
into the shallow crevice that separated her firm upper thighs from the 
smooth and quivering moons of her milk-white buttocks. "Fuck!" she hissed 
aloud, rolling the lewd word on her tongue like sweet and forbidden candy. 
"Cock .. . cunt.. . suck!" She didn't know why saying those words out loud 
gave her such pleasure, but she guessed that it might have something to do 
with the role of "Dutiful Daughter" she'd been more or less playing all her 
life. 

Slowly, agonizingly, she slipped another slender finger up into her 
too-long-neglected vagina to join the other one busily churning her belly to 
a virtual sexual froth. Oh God, Danny ... in and out . . . Christ, if I 
could only go a little deeper, I could-her passion-glazed eyes fell suddenly 
on an object resting against the dressing table, it was a long-handled 
plastic backscratch. God, what she couldn't do with that! 

The frustrated housewife continued to tweak and pinch lewdly at the 
distended nipples of her alabaster breasts as she climbed off the bed and 
grabbed the backstratch. Grasping it firmly above the bristles, she began 
worming the cool plastic length of the handle obscenely up into her 
passion-slick vaginal sheath until almost a half of its blue-painted length 
was sunk deep between her trembling white thighs. Then, without hesitation 
the moaning chestnut-haired woman began pumping it in and out of her 
hungering vagina, watching the soft coral pussy-lips turn inward around the 
smooth polished handle on the instroke, and then cling wetly to it as it 
pulled back out. 

It was wicked and wrong. . . and beautiful. "Fuck," she repeated. "Fuck, 
fuck, fuck!" She closed her eyes and pretended that she was already with 
another man. She was being fucked by the biggest cock in the world, a cock 
that belonged to someone evil. . . like Peter Reynolds. Oh, God, no. . .. 
not that! she panicked, immediately forcing the lewd picture of her father's 
boss from her mind . . . the man who had made such an obvious play for her 
at the last Christmas party, in front of his wife and everyone, the man who 
had had almost all the women in Chicago and was notorious for his 
womanizing. Her mind was running rampant now, more and more and more lusty 
postures were presenting themselves to her and she imagined even more wicked 
and evil sex partners. She wanted more. She wanted to do something truly 
awful. 

She jumped up onto her knees now on the bed and bracing the bristled end of 
the backscratch on the bed, she reinserted it into the eagerly sucking mouth 
of her aching pussy. "Oh, yessss! . .. That's it!" she whispered. She rocked 
back on trembling knees onto the mattress, surprised at how much of the 
blue-painted backscratch handle she could absorb up between her legs. She 
could feel the juices in her warmly seeping cunt begin to build to a light 
and syrupy froth as she chanted and groaned in a wild sexual delirium. 

Supporting herself on her elbow, then, the lewdly kneeling chestnut-haired 
woman raked her pink fingernails across the ripe, hanging mounds of her 
breasts, leaving faint red-trails on their alabaster whiteness. She could 
feel the spiked-out points of her nipples grazing the end of her fingers, as 
one hand sneaked back to caress .the obscenely raised firmness of her 
ass-cheeks. Tenderly, Sally began to work a single slender middle finger 
into the tightly puckered opening of her own anus, careful not to tear her 
resisting nether flesh on her long fingernails. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped at 
her own depravity as, gradually, her finger sank into the second knuckle. 

Her extended middle finger sank into the palm of her. hand and began to 
parody the in-and-out motions of the handle fucking into her cunt below. All 
the while, her mind worked furiously as she imagined herself being fucked by 
her husband Danny and another man at the same time. Her melon-like breasts 
danced and swayed in obscene cadence. She was cumming. . . ! The waves of 
self-induced orgasm were rushing over her helplessly kneeling body, 
convulsing her naked belly and dominoing outward over her flesh until, weak 
with passion, Sally collapsed back down onto the bed. 

" A a a aaaaaauuuuuuuuuugghhhhhhh! FUCK ME, Oh God, Yessssss! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" 
she panted. And she jammed the blue-handled brush tighter up into her 
crazily spasming vagina as her slender frame trembled and shook and her mind 
swam with the force of her climax. 

Gradually, her body began to relax, her belly quivering in the afterglow of 
orgasmic bliss. The pseudo-cocks in her cunt and anus left her body, and she 
threw herself back down on the bed. It was fun to imagine herself fucking 
other men but she knew that she would never be unfaithful to Danny. When he 
was away on business she knew that she would just continue to satisfy her 
desires this way. It wasn't really evil anyway, she was hurting no-one and 
she felt much better now. All the strain and tension of the last few days 
had fallen away from her and her body felt relaxed and happy again. Danny 
would be home really soon, would stay home for a while at least and she 
would have nothing to worry about. . . she could put all thoughts of the gay 
and dashing Peter Reynolds out of her mind, he was just a fantasy in her 
mind, she would never be the kind of woman that he would want... never! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Let's turn down here Tim," Teresa urged the older man as they came to a 
fork in the road. 

"Ummmm .. . you seem to know this area pretty well," Tim observed 
thoughtfully, "come out here with Tony often?" 

"All the time," Teresa smiled sexily slowly starting to unbutton her blouse, 
"pull in over there," she nodded, her head indicating a bluff over the lake. 

Tim Tucker stared excitedly at the enticing sight of Tony's young girlfriend 
opening her blouse to expose her ripe young breasts, he gasped as they 
swelled above the white lace cups of her brassiere and then gasped even 
louder as slipping out of her blouse she reached behind her and unfastened 
the catches on her bra. 

"Not scared, are you Tim," she teased, her pink little tongue wetting her 
sensuous lips. 

Teresa's revealing brassiere came away then, exposing the succulent firmness 
of her pointed, virginal, breasts. "Do you like my titties?" she asked. 

The older man felt his cock stiffen in his pants and his hands clenched 
tightly on the rim of the steering wheel. 

Teresa wanted to tease this man, she wanted to make him pant for her, he was 
a man, not a boy like Tony and she wanted to see how far she could go with 
him. She smiled seductively, tossing her head back in an effort to get her 
wildly flowing mane of blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm still. ... a 
virgin-which is spelled V-I-R-G-I-N. . . that must make your cock hard!" 

Time swallowed with difficulty. 

Throwing her brassiere aside, Teresa began to undo the zipper that ran down 
the side of he short plain mini-skirt. Her heart pounding frantically with 
determined excitement as she slipped the skimpy skirt down over her trim 
hips and pulled it off her feet. 

God . . . what a piece of tail! Tim choked dryly. 

She was down to her pantyhose and shoes then, her full-mounded young breasts 
rising and falling heavily with her breathing. He could see the sparse 
blonde curls of her pussy hair poking lewdly out around the edges of her 
thin nylon panty-crotchband underneath her pantyhose. "Touch me... see 
whether I'm okay for you. . .." 

The perspiring older man rubbed his shaking hand firmly over her 
nylon-smooth thighs, his long fingers brushing up against her panty-covered 
vagina. "Y-you're wet!" 

"What d'you figure, asshole," she murmured, but in a deceptively purring 
voice that contrasted with the content of what she said. "Just like your 
penis is hard and thick!" She reached between his legs then, rubbing his 
reluctantly stiff penis once again. "You do, yes .. . you feel goooooooood!" 

Teresa fumbled for the catch on his fly, managed to work it down, and then 
reached inside to grasp the lust-thickened shaft of his penis through the 
thin cotton barrier of his shorts. God, he's____ HUGE!! she thought, 
wondering for a moment if she really ought to tease him any further. 
"Promise you won't tell Tony," she begged, realising for the first time the 
enormity of her actions. Then, deciding that she should brazen it out, not 
for one moment thinking that this man would really take advantage of her she 
ground her own pelvis up to his probing fingers, and reaching inside the 
opening of his shorts, brought his swollen penis out into view. It was then, 
but long. Very long- a couple of inches longer than Tony's at least. Slowly, 
voluptuously, she began to work its thin covering of foreskin up and down 
over the pulsing hot shaft knotted with lust-engorged veins and blood 
vessels. She felt a warm web of something sticky leaking from its inflamed 
tip and smeared it lovingly over the fat head with the palm of her hand. 
"Now, that must feel good, doesn't it, Tim?" 

"Sure .. . does! Can't . . , How on earth did you learn this. . . ?" 

"I'm cherry all right Tim," said Teresa. "But I've had my kicks. You know, 
there are other ways to learn the fun things to do!" Her fingers gripped his 
thick cock a little tighter, stroking up and down his wildly throbbing penis 
with a smooth practiced rhythm. She noticed a bump then, just behind the 
coronal rim on the back of his cock, and asked, "what's this?" at the same 
time flicking it lightly with her thumbnail. 

"That's something special. Makes girls feel their oats," he grunted. 

"Wow, I never knew . . . well, would you like to fuck me with it?" Teresa 
teased. 

Suddenly Teresa realised that she had gone too far, this man was older, he 
wasn't to be played with, he might just go and take her at her word and then 
what would she do. Lose her cherry to her boyfriend's father's servant? 

The idea of fucking Tony's girlfriend had never entered Tim Tucker's head, 
not even for a moment but here she was offering herself up to him like a 
turkey on a plate. Obviously Tony hadn't done his duty by this little cunt. 
.. maybe he should. 

"If you want it, take off that pantyhose," he commanded. 

"Well . . . uh-------" stuttered Teresa. 

"I said take them off," he grunted. 

Afraid now to anger the older man, the young girl began to strip off her 
pantyhose, removing her platform sandals as she did so. 

"Now get in the back, kneel up over the back seat, facing the window." 

Oh God, he's really going to do it, thought Teresa wildly, what can I do, 
how can I get out of here. 

"I said get in the back," snarled Tim Tucker, realising that the girl was 
having a change of heart but too aroused now himself to let this perfect 
opportunity to pop a cherry go by. 

Finally Teresa clambered up and positioned herself as ordered, acting almost 
as if she were in a hypnotic state. "Like .. . so?" she asked, salaciously 
now wiggling her buttocks back at him. "Are you going to screw me like a 
dog?" 

"That's one way of putting it," he said, knowing from the tone of her voice 
that she was both excited at the prospect of losing her virginity and afraid 
of it at the same time. , Suddenly Teresa knew that she would resign herself 
to her fate, she had gone farther than she had ever allowed herself to go 
before ... not even for Tony had she compromised this way. What the hell, 
she thought to herself, if I allow this man to fuck me I'll only be all the 
more knowledgeable for Tony afterwards. "Yes," she groaned now 
wholeheartedly, "I want you to put it deep up inside me. Please fuck me, 
fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" 

Tim quickly joined the lewd teenager, he dropped his pants to his knees and 
pulling Teresa into position, dog fashion, half of her on the front seat and 
the other half on the small backseat, he pressed the tapering red length of 
his penis into the quivering crevice between her white ass cheeks. He rubbed 
slowly, arching his back up over hers so that the sparse hairs on his chest 
tickled against her shoulder blades. His hands slipped beneath her to grasp 
and squeeze the ripely pointed fruit of her breasts dangling downwards. 
Beyond the face of her youth and loveliness,-his mind tripped lewdly over 
the inspiring thought that he was about to fuck his boss's son's girlfriend! 

"Put your finger up inside me and make it go in and out a while till I'm 
nice and wet for you!" 

Sheeeeeeeeit! this little brat was too godawful much! If she was this wild 
now, when she got to be of age what would she' be like, he wondered under 
his breath? 

With vicious abandon, Tim shoved not once, but two long fingers up into 
Teresa's lewdly squirming vagina, reveling in the hot smoothness of her 
softly tight inner flesh. And it was tight. . .. my God, was it tight! 

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh, Tim, yessssss, it feels damn fine!" 

He raked the nail of his thumb across the hotly distended bud of her 
adolescent clitoris, and hunched his pounding cock unceasingly into the 
lust-dampened crack between her clenching ass-cheeks. 

It was only a minute or two before the easily aroused blonde moaned, "Yes, 
now, Tim-I'm real ready, honey!" 

Teresa rested her cheek on the back of the warm leather seat, inhaling 
deeply of its rich aroma. She really did like good things, all the goodies 
that money could buy, she wanted and she intended to get them. 

"All right, you hot little pussy, you want it, you stick it inside 
yourself!" 

Teresa paused, her mind caught between two realities. .. . 

"I said put it in!" 

Reaching back obediently between her slightly spread legs, Teresa grasped 
the considerable length of Tim's hard pulsing cock and guided it right up to 
her excitedly quivering pussy. She parted her desire-moistened pubic curls 
with its huge flint-shaped head, flinching at the electric contact it made 
with her tender clitoris, and positioned it at the very entrance to her tiny 
virginal cunt. Immediately he began a steady upward pressure, feeling her 
resisting interior flesh part reluctantly before him. 

When she and Tony were married they'd be wealthy, have servants, and, she 
fancied, she'd make them fuck her. She'd do it in the swimming pool with 
Tony watching, or in the dining room, she'd unbutton the butler's old 
fashioned slacks-or trousers, as he would call then with a thick English 
accent-and she'd suck him off between courses of oysters and champagne and 
then-then-OH GOD she felt the very real pain now of Tim's lust-engorged 
penis thrusting hard up into her cherry-tight little cunt! 

"Nooooooooooo. . . ." she swooned. "You're ripppnnnggggg me to pieces .. . 
take it out! Too biggggg!" 

Damn! Tim's mind exploded in blood-lust. It's like trying to screw a 
thimble, he thought frustratedly. She's so small! 

Still he pressed on into her futilely protesting vagina. His eyes were 
actually glassy by now with lascivious delight as, despite his own 
discomfort, he began to enjoy the idea of hurting this little cock-tease. He 
realized now that she hadn't really intended to let him fuck her . . . 
well-too bad-she was going to get it anyway! 

"Oh, it hurrrrrrts!" Teresa sobbed, realizing that she had grossly 
underestimated the power of this man she'd thought she had wrapped around 
her finger. "Please take it out, pleaaaase!" 

"Forget it honey. .. ." he groaned and twitched his punishing penis another 
inch between her thighs from behind.-He was little more than halfway in, but 
he could feel the tender sensitive membrane of her hymen stretched to its 
innermost limits, beginning to tear a little. He pushed harder and felt the 
fragile tissue part around his thick bulbous cock-head flexing itself deeper 
and deeper up into her hot tight womb. 

"No", no, no, noooooooooo!" she began to chant on the verge of hysterics, 
wriggling and twisting in a vain attempt to free herself of the painful 
intruder riding her back. - In a rash of meanness, Tim grabbed both her 
slender arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back, gripping them in 
one hand while he began to slap her straining buttocks with the other. His 
sex-crazed penis was about to explode with sadistic excitement! His 
sperm-swollen balls churned, his whole body broke into drenching sweat, and 
he was in! All the way up into her virginal belly with his rock-hard rod of 
flesh, as her face mirrored the pain and her voice choked in her throat. 

Her cheeks resting against the soft leather back of the car seat as her only 
support, the sobbing teenaged girl bit her lips against Tim's painful 
assault. She could feel his brutal penis ripping lance-like up into the 
untouched innermost recesses of her virginal cunt as a thin warm trickle of 
blood began to mix with their combined secretions to drip down the soft 
inner flesh of her thighs. She felt tender and ravaged and raped, but was 
determined to beg no more for him to stop. It was all her own damn fault, 
she wished now that she had waited for Tony to pop her cherry ... what 
madness came over me tonight, she wondered sadly? There was no stopping me 
now however. ... Oh God, she sobbed inwardly, it hurts as a deep searing 
pain seared through her young body! 

"You dig that, honey?" Tim gurgled brokenly, slapping her lushly wavering 
buttocks once again. "Does it turn you on to screw an old man like me?" 

Teresa bore up stoically, though unable to give him a reply for fear of 
sobbing out her heartfelt agony if she were to so much as open her mouth. 
She felt numb, and dirty, and abused -all at the same time. She was aware 
that he was slapping her buttocks, but the pain inside of her was so 
infinitely more acute as to render anything else he might have chosen to do 
to her unimportant. His long hard cock was sunk in so deep, she felt like it 
was going to keep right on going till it came out her throat. But then, 
oddly, after seemingly endless minutes, the pain began to slacken a little, 
and she became increasingly aware of her stinging buttocks, until finally 
she felt the older man's hands scoop under her to her breasts again, 
squeezing and caressing in time to his ever-increasing tempo of fucking. She 
became numb throughout her entire pelvis area, then subtly, every third or 
fourth stroke, there seemed to be a faint flicker of pleasure, a tingling 
vibrant thrill that raced to her heart. And with those intial thrills, 
Teresa Riley began to respond, her slavishly postured white buttocks 
slicking back on the impaling presence of Tim's slippery penile flesh. 

"Starting to enjoy the ride, are you honey?" he teased. "Come on, you know 
you are!" 

Teresa was perspiring slightly, and her naked legs were beginning to stick 
to the warm leather of the car seat. But then, with a sickening thrill, she 
remembered that the man hunkering down over her was her boyfriend's father's 
valet. .. the connection hit her with a terrible impact, sending lewd 
shivers of forbidden pleasure down her arching spine. 

"Wow, man. For Pete's sakes, now fuck meeee'eee!" she hissed, baring her 
even white teeth in a lewd grimace. 

With brutal, cunt-plumbing thrusts, Tim Tucker began to rifle into her newly 
initiated vaginal orifice, flexing his rock-hard staff deep within her as he 
battered and pushed against her delicate cervix. For long, delicious minutes 
he kept up his frantic pace, knowing that his own release was close at hand, 
but "fighting desperately against it in an effort to prolong the thrill of 
taking this blonde teenager's virginity. Teresa writhed and bucked beneath 
him like a madwoman now, loving every searing and wicked inch of him deep up 
inside her body. 

She could feel their combined secretions' along with a faint smattering of 
blood, trickle down the soft ivory columns of her legs. She could feel his 
prickly pubic hair tickling her tiny unprotected anus, and his hairy, 
drum-tight balls swinging upwards to slap against her swollen clitoris. She 
felt as stuffed as a squealing pig on a boiling hot spit! 

Tim could see the film of perspiration that glistened along the lightly 
boned ridge of her back as he raised his upper torso, gripped her tightly by 
the narrow waist, and began to hammer his aching cock home with long, smooth 
and practised strokes. Damn, what a luscious little piece of tail she is, he 
thought to himself. . . almost better than Lisa. Tim Tucker had been 
secretly married to nineteen year old Lisa Tucker for four months now, he 
had had to keep his marriage a secret however from Mr. Reynolds, his boss, 
because that had been part of the agreement when Reynolds had employed him. 
"I don't want any married men," Reynolds had groaned. Tim had kept his wife 
in Cleveland in secret but hoped someday he could bring her to Chicago. A 
man gets horny with no woman, he told himself over and over again. 

He dropped his hands now to Teresa's abdomen and squeezing, he found the 
satiny warm flesh resilient and tight as it ridged whitely between his 
grasping fingers. 

"Uhhhhmm, how'd you like it. . . . is it goooooood, Teresa?" 

"Oh, issss it!" she exclaimed, her head tossing from side to side in 
pleasurable wild agony. 

Wow! What fantastic bliss! She'd never, in her farthest-out dreams, imagined 
such delicious sensations! She wondered what had kept her from fucking a man 
for so long. . . . Why? "Cripes, Tim . . . anytime you wanna screw me, you 
can go right ahead!" 

She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her blonde-fringed cuntal slit 
expanding even further to receive the long hard penis fucking up into her 
now-hungry vagina. Her hands, freed now, reached back between the tapering 
firmness of her thighs to cup and fondle his swaying, prickly haired halls. 
Then, in deeply thrilling excitement that rippled in overwhelming waves 
through her nakedly kneeling body, she knew she was there! 

"Shiiihlit! I-I'm cummmmming! Fuccccck it-yessss, screw my pussy, fucccck 
meeeeeee agh!" 

No need to hold back now, thought Tim as he slammed his lust-bloated rod of 
flesh deep up into her quivering belly. She's cumming like a Fourth of July 
fireworks! He felt his white-hot load of semen amassing in his balls as he 
continued to grind upward between the now churning cheeks of her buttocks. 
He was ready with his own climax, and, with harshly kneading hands, he 
cupped the round firmness of her extreme upper thighs, pounding his spewing 
cock all the way up to the hilt in her newly-opened cunt! 

"Aaarrrrrrgh!" she kept on moaning, as in her newfound ecstasy, Teresa felt 
a new sweet pain growing warmly in her insides as the bulbous head of Tim's 
deeply sunken cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle 
her inner organs. Then, thickly, it began to squirt! She could feel the 
maddeningly hot liquid shooting up into her in long hard spurts, again and 
again, until she began to feel as if someone had turned a fire hose on 
inside her! The very pores of her cuntal walls opened to it, oozing forth 
their own enraptured response, spilling her own heated orgasmic secretions 
into the already cum-flooded cavern of her torn pussy. 

It was out of sight, the young blonde thought in mind-blown ecstasy. She 
knew that she was about to go out of her mind with erotic enchantment. Oh 
God. . . she groaned to herself,. I must have this always, I must fuck Tony 
as soon as I can, I can't deny myself this pleasure ever again! 

She continued to caress and milk the older man's balls, her body spasming 
helplessly as his massive cock continued to squirt out its completion. Thick 
viscid jets of male cum streamed from its tip in great blissful gushes, 
overflowing her tightly-locked cunt-lips at the base of it, until it offered 
one final convulsive spurt, the last few drops drained from it, and both of 
them tingled in the glow of satiation. Then slowly his cock softened a 
little and began to slip from her body, releasing still more of its obscene 
nectar to trickle down her legs onto the leather seat. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh. ..." groaned Teresa as she felt his cock slipping from her, 
"no, no don't go!" 

"You insatiable bitch," grinned Tim lewdly, "Tony sure has a hot piece of 
goods on his hands." 

"Listen Mr. Tucker, you promise not to breathe a word of this to Tony, don't 
you. . . .' please?" 

"Sure . . . sure, kid, that is if you promise to give me a little every now 
and then." 

"Of course I will," Teresa smiled broadly, "after all, you're my first real 
lover. Say, don't you have a girl or anything?" 

Tim Tucker looked a little embarrassed and then nodded, "yeah, only keep 
your mouth buttoned up about it, the old man doesn't know yet." 

"You .mean he doesn't allow you to have girlfriends?" 

"Na. . . . nothing like that, girlfriends are okay, he just made me promise 
I wouldn't get married on him and I blew it." 

"You got married?" 

"Yeap and to the sweetest little dish you could imagine." 

"Better than me," pouted Teresa. 

"Hell no, you'd take a lot of beating little lady, but you belong to Tony, 
remember?" 

"Yes. .. ." purred Teresa, "that's right, I belong to Tony and believe me 
after what you've just given me I intend to give it all back to Tony." 

"Great... great," nodded Tim Tucker, "and now young lady we'd better be 
getting back to town, otherwise your precious boyfriend will begin to 
suspect a thing or two and that would never do, now would it?" 

"Oh no, he mustn't know," Teresa said quickly, hopping back into the front 
seat of the car and fumbling around for her clothes, "Tony must never know . 
.. never!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Peter Reynolds was bored, he, man-about-town, world traveler, host to the 
most splendid parties Chicago had ever seen was bored . . . none of the 
women in his life interested him anymore and life without women to Peter 
Reynolds was like living death! 

Not only was he bored he was also put out at this moment, he had chanced, 
the previous day to find out that his personal valet, Tim Tucker had gone 
against his wishes and had married .. . apparently to some young girl or 
other. He had blubbered the whole truth out to Peter, seemingly after some 
wild fucking session with some girl somewhere after which he had realized 
that he couldn't go on living in Chicago without his young wife. 

What could Reynolds do? He couldn't fire Tucker, he was much too valuable 
for that. .. he had done the only thing possible, he had ordered Tucker to 
send for his wife. The house was big enough, after all, Peter had reasoned 
to himself finally after his anger had subsided and there was lots of work 
for a spare female to do. 

Gay, debonair Peter Reynolds, checked himself in the baroque mirror on the 
far wall, he was a handsome dog and he knew it. His figure was as good at 
forty-five as it had been at twenty-five. His jet black hair showed not a 
trace of grey and his deep blue eyes were hardly lined at all. Many of his 
friends considered it strange that Peter looked so good, he could outdrink 
most of them and stayed up all hours of the night partying and carrying on 
and yet Mother Nature had been kind to him. 

Peter checked his watch, Tucker should be here any moment with his new 
bride, he pondered ... I wonder what the girl looks like? 

His question was answered that moment as Tim Tucker opened the doors of the 
library and ensued in a petite, vivacious girl, her long black curly hair 
cascading down her shoulders and her erotic green eyes lowered slightly in a 
gesture of humility. 

In fact the gesture was not humility but fear. Lisa Tucker was absolutely 
shaking in her boots, she had no idea of how Mr. Reynolds was going to 
approach her and she was afraid. 

"Mr. Reynolds, I'd like you to meet my new wife Lisa," Tim Tucker said 
quietly. 

Peter Reynolds could only stare at the luscious piece of goods that his 
valet had married. There was only one thing running through his mind at this 
moment and that was that he had to fuck this girl and fuck her fast. If she 
was going to be in his house he had to know that he could have her any time 
he wanted, day or night, and if Tucker didn't understand that. .. then-he 
was no good to him. "Tucker I want you to leave us," he commanded. 

Tim Tucker hesitated, reluctant to leave his beautiful young wife with his 
boss, knowing full well his reputation with women, he didn't trust him at 
all. 

"I said I'd like to talk to your wife alone 

Tucker," he snarled, "if you want to keep your job, you'd better hop to it." 

Lisa Tucker was amazed at the subservience of her husband, she had had no 
idea of how much power Mr. Reynolds yielded over him and it was a surprise 
to her-yet she knew her place-she said nothing. 

"Yes sir!" Tim Tucker said quickly, realizing that he was getting on the 
wrong side of his employer. 

The moment that Tucker had closed the library doors, Peter Reynolds called 
the young bride over to him. 

"How old are you darling," he cooed. 

"Nineteen, Mr. Reynolds," Lisa answered shyly. 

Suddenly Peter Reynolds unzipped his fly and brought his thickening cock out 
into the open. It was truly enormous and he was proud of the fact that he 
knew of none bigger. "How do you like this," he grinned lewdly up at the 
shocked girl, skinning the thick wealth of uncircumcised foreskin back and 
forth, enjoying the silken feel of its burgeoning length. The tender, 
desire-inflamed slit in the tip opened slightly with his squeezing and a 
thin trickle of pre-coital fluid began to ooze from it, dangling like a 
single silver tear. 

The frightened young bride was shaking visibly now, "Please let me out of 
here," she begged. 

Peter Reynolds blinked with surprise, he wasn't used to such responses . . . 
most of the women in his circle were dying to fuck with him. 

"Come closer baby," he said insistently, "I want to get a better look at 
you." 

As if hypnotised, Lisa Tucker moved a little closer to the lewd man and 
before she realized what was happening he had grabbed her by the wrists and 
was holding her tightly. "How do you like my penis, baby," he urged. 

Lisa Tucker blinked in astonishment. Her husband Tim's penis was the only 
one she'd ever seen and Peter Reynold's long hard cock jutting from his open 
fly seemed too enormous to be real. 

"It's so b . . . big!" she gasped in response. 

Holding his jutting cock with one hand, Reynolds rose to his feet and yanked 
the girl downward until her pretty face was mere inches from his penis, 
"Touch it. Feel my prick." 

The girl lost her balance and slipped to her knees, looking up at him 
desperately. Then, obediently, she encircled its enormous thickness with her 
tiny hand, her fingers not quite meeting around it. Hopefully, she peeled 
the thickened covering of loose skin back down over its flushed red head, 
leaving it sleek and naked. She realized that resistance was futile, and 
hoped that she might charm Reynolds into showing her a little mercy. "Do ... 
do you want me to suck it, Mr. Reynolds?" 

"Lick it first Lisa, like a great big ice cream cone," he chuckled crudely. 

Hesitating a moment to mentally prepare herself, the young bride leaned 
forward holding his obscenely seeping cock by its pulsing base, arid placed 
a lewd wet kiss on its bulbous tip with her lushly pursed red lips. The 
taste of him was slightly bitter and strong, but he was clean. The rubbery 
blood-filled head glided smoothly over her lips as she opened her mouth to 
lap at it with her tiny pink tongue. She was no stranger to cock-sucking, 
but Tim had been the only one she'd ever had any kind of sex with, and that 
had only been for the past few months. It was new and strangely exciting to 
be licking her husband's boss's penis. 

"You better stop now, Lisa. I want to sit down and enjoy this." 

Almost reluctantly, the kneeling black-haired girl leaned back on her 
haunches. 

Reynolds dropped back into his chair. "Take your dress off, Lisa. You 
realize I've been letting you lick my prick and I haven't seen your ass." 
Lisa Riley knew she must obey him, she knew if she didn't that her husband 
would lose his job and she couldn't allow that. Slowly and sexily she began 
to remove her dress, her brassiere, her panties, her garter belt and 
stockings and shoes until she stood entirely naked and glorious before her 
husband's boss. Then she got back down on her knees again, her small 
perfectly formed breasts jiggling excitedly, her long curly black hair 
cascading over her shoulders and she moved towards Reynold's enormous cock! 

"Now take it in your mouth," urged Reynolds, "There's a good girl." Peter 
Reynolds' penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all 
the way into the back of Lisa's slender sucking throat, tickling her, nearly 
causing her to gag on it. His hands gripped her cruelly by the hair, forcing 
her face up and down on his rigid flesh in a lewd pumping motion. 

"Ummmm.. . . you suck like a dream," crooned Reynolds. 

Lisa's dazed eyes focussed on the long rod of lust-hardened male flesh 
emerging from the tangle of black pubic hair at its base and disappearing 
from her line of vision as it stretched all the way past her parted lips and 
up into her open mouth. Now, her humiliation and degradation were complete. 
She was an adulteress in all but the most rigid technical terms. There was 
little use in trying to fight it. 

"Suck, baby. Suck, suck, suck!" Reynolds commanded from high above her 
bobbing head. 

And, obediently, the petite black-haired girl began to do as she was bid, 
her lips nibbling tentatively on the shark-eyed man's cock, while she tried 
to accustom herself to the lewd and unnatural invasion of her mouth. In an 
effort to please him, and perhaps end her torment sooner, she began tossing 
her saliva-wet tongue around and around the hotly pulsing glans. 

"Baby, you're a real pro!" Reynolds grinned. "Tucker's sure got himself one 
hell of a woman!" 

Slowly the rich playboy began to undulate his hips back and forth in the 
chair, thrusting with increasing force in and out of the wetly nursing 
cavity of her mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so the tip of 
his bulging instrument of lust always remained buried within the confines of 
her warm wet coral cavern. 

It's sort of nice, Lisa told herself. And, anyway, if I don't do it, Tim 
will lose his job. Lisa's mouth was gradually filling with saliva made 
slightly sticky from the steady flow of semen seeping prematurely from the 
tip of Reynolds' lust-purpled penis. As she continued to work slave-like 
above his loins, she realized that she was disappointed. She realized now 
that she wanted more than this, she wanted him to fuck her! 

Reynolds ran his long sensuous fingers into Lisa's flowing hair now and 
began to force her face Up and down more violently on his hotly thrusting 
cock, precisely as if her delicate mouth were just another cunt into which 
he could spew his obscene sperm. His eyes traveled from the exquisite 
features of her small oval face, noting with lewd delight the raptuous 
sparkle in her green eyes, to the pile of clothing she'd thrown off so 
delightedly. 

Lisa's mouth was filled to overflowing with a mixture of her own saliva and 
Reynolds' copiously flowing sexual juices. Despite the long, deep gulps she 
swallowed down to keep from gagging, rivulets of the lewd penile moisture 
dripped from the corners of her mouth to run down the sides of his pulsing 
cock-shaft in a steady stream. Her lips were stretched to their utmost 
capacity, yet, despite her discomfort, she was deeply thrilled at the level 
of corruption her captor was submitting her to against her will. It made her 
feel so wicked. 

Reynolds seemed to sense the change in the slavishly sucking girl's 
attitude, and knew he could not hold out much longer against the 
mind-boggling pressure. Bizarre, obscene thoughts and fantasies danced in 
his head as he felt the tension in his balls build to an intolerable level. 
He tightened his grip in the girl's long black hair, forcing her down harder 
on his crazily twitching penis. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to 
twist her face away when he started to cum since he intended to make her 
humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot sticky 
sperm. 

There was a sudden ringing and pounding in Reynolds' head as the flow of his 
cum began from deep within his semen-bloated testicles. The muscles from his 
abdomen went tight, contracting to send the heated load of his sperm rolling 
upward through its narrow channel around and out of the tip of his cock in a 
powerful spray . . . deep into Lisa's enveloping mouth, and far back into 
her throat. 

"Ummmmmmrnmmm," Lisa shuddered. 

His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to her tonsils and he held it 
there as he came. She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the 
roof of her still-sucking mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks-everywhere-as 
his sperm came out in a white-hot viscid stream which never seemed to end. 

"Suck it honey, suck it, SUCK ITTTTTTTTT!" Reynolds panted down at her in 
his release. "You may be earning your old man a raise!" 

The thick cream-like cum spread into her from his wildly ejaculating penis, 
filling her mouth with what seemed to be gallons of his salty, lusty semen 
as she gasped frantically and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his 
perversely inspired cum. 

"That's it, you little bitch! Eat it, eat it all!" 

Lisa choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but 
Reynolds made no effort to pull his slowly deflating penis from her mouth. 
"Come on, baby . .. lick me clean!" he taunted. "You haven't finished yet!" 

Almost eagerly now, the aroused teenaged bride began to lick him clean, her 
eyes sparkling with a strange glow as she blinked at him. "Are you ready to 
fuck now baby," Reynolds taunted. 

"Yes," Lisa answered shyly. 

"Yes what," Reynolds demanded. 

"Yes please," Lisa said quickly. 

"That's better. Now Lisa you're going to be living in my house, you're 
Tucker's wife but he's my servant and as such you must always service me. 
Get that... in other words when I want you, you come . . . understood?" 

"Yes, but. ..." Lisa faltered. 

"But, what?" 

"Will Tim agree to it?" 

"I'll make it worth his while, money talks baby, didn't you know . .. money 
talks penty. Now lie on your back and prepare to be fucked by the King!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Teresa Riley was now ripe and ready for her boyfriend Tony, ever since she 
had allowed Tim Tucker to fuck her she had in fact been hornier than hell. 
This is to be the night I let him have me, tonight he can do the works, she 
mused to herself as she once again waited on the windy corner for his 
familiar little porsche to roll up. 

She knew that Tim Tucker must have kept his mouth good and shut about her 
fucking session with him because Tony's voice had been bright and cheery on 
the telephone that day. He had told her how much he had missed her over the 
few days he'd been sick in bed, that he loved her madly and couldn't wait to 
hold her in his arms. 

In your arms and wherever else I can get grinned Teresa lewdly. It had been 
really hard for her to get out of the house that evening and only after a 
long contrived story about having to do this special paper at her 
girlfriend's house was she able to get out of her father's suspicious 
looking eyes. Fortunately for Teresa, her girlfriend Teri didn't have a 
telephone at her house and so her father never really was able to check up 
on her. Oh God! sighed the young girl, I'll be so glad when I'm married and 
away from all that poverty, at least when I marry Tony I'll be rich. I 
really must be the luckiest girl alive, having the son of my father's boss 
for a boyfriend is certainly a fantastic feather in my cap ... I wonder what 
Dad will do when he eventually finds out that I'm going to marry Tony 
Reynolds-oh God! I do hope Tony's father lets us marry, I can't bear the 
thought of waiting too long-I really hope Tony will take me to Reno or 
something soon! 

Teresa's wildly swirling brain wasn't given another chance to think about 
anything else however, Tony's porsche came speeding around the corner and in 
no time at all they were on their way to their favorite haunt. 

"Oh baby, it was awful without you," groaned young Tony Reynolds. 

"For me too, lover," cooed Teresa, happy that tonight she was going to give 
herself fully to her rich young boyfriend. 

In no time at all they were parked on their familiar bluff overlooking the 
lake and Teresa was unbuttoning her sweater, Tony's hungry eyes glistening 
in the moonlight. "You know, lots of men think I've got the most beautiful 
tits in the world," boasted Teresa thrusting her lust-stiffened nipples up 
into Tony's young face. 

"Oh baby, you have," groaned Tony, thrusting his head onto her rock-hard 
nipple and sucking and slavering over it until it glistened with his saliva. 
Oh God! groaned Tony inwardly, I've got to have her tonight, I just can't 
wait any longer to fuck her. 

Tony's hand slipped now to caress the pliant white flesh of Teresa's upper 
thigh beneath her short skirt. 

"Oooooooooooooh, yessssssss!" she purred, "go ahead, stick your finger in my 
cunt if you want." 

The young boy grasped at the narrow elastic edged crotchband of her flimsy 
panties now, moving it to one side as he began to insert a single fleshy 
finger into the trembling hot wetness that was her vagina. 

"Oh God, yessss! Shove it in me all the way to your fucking elbow! It's so 
goooooooood!" 

Teresa's golden blonde hair lolled dreamily on the backseat of the car as 
she reveled in the act of being sucked and fingered by her boyfriend. Oh 
God! I want him to do everything to me, she groaned. 

"Tony, let's do something really bad," she grinned lewdly. 

"Like what?" the young boy asked innocently. 

"I don't know, anything," she mewled, hunching her desire-tightened pelvis 
lewdly up to his probing finger. "You decide." 

Tony could feel his girlfriend's tender cuntal flesh weeping around the 
muscles of his middle finger, clinging to it voraciously on the out-stroke, 
parting deliciously on the instroke as his thumb held her ctotchband aside. 
A lewd smile slickered across his lips. She really wanted to play with him 
tonight-what should they do? She could suck him off-he could fuck her in the 
pussy-he could fuck her in the ass-what would it be? All the while however, 
Tony continued to saw his middle finger around in the still yielding flesh 
of her cunt while she gasped with lust. 

Teresa felt her nipples tauten even further under her boyfriend's warm wet 
mouth. Her clitoris leaped stiffly forward to scrape wetly against the 
ravaging finger in her cunt and she began to realise what she wanted to do. 

"I want to suck your cock Tony, I really do," she begged. 

"You really want to," he grinned lewdly. 

"Yes," Teresa said firmly, watching now with ever widening eyes as Tony 
unzipped his fly and allowed his youthful rod of flesh to spring out free in 
the air. Teresa felt a powerfully erotic feeling ripple through her at the 
sight of his delicious cock and immediately she plunged her head down onto 
its bulbous heacj, and began to suck it passionately. 

Tony groaned as he felt his girlfriend's mouth accepting almost all of his 
fair-sized cock. He wound his fingers now in her blonde hair and gently 
prodded her bobbing head up and down on his lust-hardened member, enjoying 
the sight of her slavishly kneeling position fully as much as the sex act 
itself. 

With an expertise born from somewhere in her cellular memory, Teresa wound 
her tongue around and around the head of Tony's turgid cock, then forced as 
much of it into her mouth as she could take without gagging. It nudged and 
prodded wetly against the roof of her mouth, and once again she began to 
experience that same weird masochistic feeling that had swept her in its 
wake several nights before with Tim 

Tucker. 

"Honey, why don't you .straddle me," urged Tony, "it's the best way to do it 
in the car." 

Eagerly, the teenage sex-pot kneeling on the floorboard of the car scrambled 
up over the stiffly poised cock of her sixteen year old lover. She knew now 
that he wanted to fuck her pussy and she was more than ready, she liked the 
taste of his cock in her mouth but now she wanted him to plunge deeply up 
into her belly. No sooner had she raised the hem of her skirt, than the 
thick, blood-swollen head of his penis made ticklish contact with the wet 
velvet softness of her pubic hair. I don't have any panties on," she giggled 
shyly. 

Tony could actually feel the warmth emanating from her lewdly secreting 
vaginal passage before he even entered her. Teasingly, he held his cock by 
the base and rubbed its lust-heavy head back and forth across the stiffly 
throbbing bud of her clitoris. Teresa, gripping the back of the car seat 
tightly on either side of his shoulders, tried vainly to capture it in her 
clasping little cunt. "Don't tease me Tony," she pleaded. "I want it so 
bad." 

Every muscle in his lithe young body tensed with mounting excitement, Tony 
centered the head of his penis at the entrance of the exasperated girl's 
pussy, tugging slightly at her waist as she began to impale herself upon 
him. 

Seeping inward, the fleshy member between her widely splayed thighs 
gradually reached its final depth. Tony wasn't nearly as long or as thick as 
Tim Tucker, but he had a sizeable organ and it was the most fantastic 
feeling in the world to have him enter her hotly aroused body. She loved the 
feel of his rod pushing the tender passion-moistened flesh before it in 
rippling waves of wetness. 

Slowly now she began to slip up and down on her young boyfriend's rigid 
cock, thrilling to its deepest penetration, her thin vaginal lips clinging 
to it like a rubber band stretched to its utmost. 

She wanted to stay this way forever, filled full of cock, she loved it, 
loved every sensual moment of it and she could tell by the blissful 
expression on Tony's face that he was wild about it too. 

"Honey," she heard Tony whimper quietly. 

"Yes!" 

"You said I could do anything I wanted tonight, right?" 

"Right, but honey, don't you like fucking me," she cried out. 

"I love it baby, but there's something I've always wanted to do something 
that's much more wicked even than this. Let me baby, please let me," he 
pleaded. 

"Let you what Tony," Teresa said, her eyebrows screwed into a puzzled knot. 

"Let me fuck you in the ass!" 

"What!" gasped the young girl. 

"You heard me honey, let me fuck you in the ass!" 

Teresa Riley was stunned, this was something she had never expected, hardly 
even heard of. Vaguely she had heard somewhere once at school that men liked 
to fuck girls in the ass but she hadn't really thought it was true . . . and 
now her boyfriend wanted to do it to her ... it was 
dirty-wicked-evil-perverted . . . and yet, she had to admit to herself that 
it turned her on to even think about it. 

"What do you say Teresa, please, it's what I really want," the young rich 
boy whined, used only to having his own way in life. 

"Well------" Teresa said slowly, "if it's what you want, I'll give it a 
try." 

"Oh honey, you won't regret it," Tony sighed pulling her up and pushing her 
on the seat onto her knees, "come on baby, kneel," he commanded. 

Teresa Riley did as she was told. 

"That's fine honey. Now reach back with your hands and grab my cock!" 

Her hands, clinched tightly together at the wrists behind her back, strained 
backwards to grasp for her boyfriend's blood-bloated cock, and felt its 
sticky wet, rubbery length brush against her clawing fingers. Timidly with 
her fingertips, she squeezed the thick bulbous head as if it were a rubber 
ball on a bicycle horn. It was big. Very big! 

"That'll probably fill your asshole honey," he boasted wildly, proud of his 
triumph. 

The blood was pounding furiously in Tony's temples now as he stard down 
glassy eyed at the succulent whiteness of her smoothly sculpted buttocks 
quivering before him. 

Despite her willingness, Teresa was terrified, she couldn't imagine how her 
boyfriend's lust-swollen cock could penetrate her asshole-it would split 
her, she was certain! 

"Tony, please don't do it, I think you're too big!" she pleaded. 

Her buttocks, her back and her whole body were glistening with sweat now. 
Tony's cock, flushed a deep red in full blood-hardened erection, stood out 
in dark contrast to her fair loveliness. He reached down with one hand and 
peeled the thick jacket of his fleshy foreskin back over the angry red tip 
of his cock, milking it back and forth to bring a huge dripping pearl of 
pre-coital moisture to the surface .. , the only lubrication he needed to 
penetrate her! 

The young boy's breath was coming hot and labored now as he parted her 
succulent buttocks with his thumbs, almost as if he were splitting a pear in 
half. He could see the tiny pink opening to her anus clenched tightly, like 
a puckered mouth and raising up off his haunches, he began to center himself 
at the opening to the tiny nether ring between her whitely shimmering 
ass-cheeks. 

"Please honey," Teresa pleaded. "I'll do anything you want, anything else, a 
blow job maybe. Don't do it Tony, please!" 

"No I've got to have you this way," Tony said, beside himself with lust now 
and hardly aware of what he was doing. 

"Godddd, you're killllinnnnngg meeeeee!" Teresa keened like a dying animal 
as her boyfriend began to press his lust-bloated penis against her cringing 
anus from behind. 

He pushed with savage strength now, battering his way into her defenseless 
innermost recesses, feeling the puckering tightness of her anal opening 
fitting reluctantly down over the coronal rim of his invading cock like a 
soft hot collar oozing in another precious inch, and another and another ... 
[ 

"OhhhhhhhhhhhJi! Goddddd! NOOOOOOOO!" she intoned again and again in her 
helpless agony, lying bound and doubled up with her face pressed down into 
the car seat. 

"Oh honey, doesn't it feel good," Tony begged, "It feels great to me." 

Teresa could feel her inner anal flesh clinging to her boyfriend's hard 
shaft like a coating of warm sticky paint.. . how could she tell him it was 
too painful for her, he was loving it so much, how could she stop him now. 

"It's all right honey," she sobbed, "maybe soon it will stop hurting." 

Tony clasped his young girlfriend to him now, humping with the passion of a 
rabid dog, his youthful cock pumping relentlessly in and out of her tortured 
anus. She was his! His to fuck and torment as he chose . . . she was his! 

He could feel the thinly stretched inner skin of her rectum clinging fast to 
his lewdly invading rod of flesh, threatening to cut off all circulation to 
his pounding cock-head. It was fantastic fucking her virgin asshole! 

"Oh God! it still hurts like hell," groaned Teresa. 

Tony slackened his pace a little now, he could feel Teresa's reluctance 
beginning to melt with his slower pace, almost against her will. 

Teresa continued to moan out her tortured protests, even though the pain of 
his initial entry was subsiding slowly into a dull numbing throb that caused 
her to hope for a flickering second that she might possibly be able to live 
through the ordeal. She hadn't wanted her first fucking session with Tony to 
be this way, but now there was nothing she could do but to endure it. 

"Oh honey, isn't it good," pleaded Tony anxiously between ever-deepening 
strokes up between her straining buttocks. "Just relax baby, and it'll get 
even better!" 

Teresa had to admit that it was getting better, it was still painful but it 
almost felt good too . . . in a weird masochistic sort of way. His seeping 
penile secretions had wet her back there to the point that he now slid in 
and out of her ravaged anus with relative ease. And, when she wanted to 
concentrate on it, she could feel every lurid, hot-ridged detail of his 
punishing penis lying in bold relief in her anal tract. She could feel 
Tony's hands boldly caressing her delicate, soft-nippled breasts, tweaking 
and pinching at their rising stiffness passionately. She found herself 
churning her still tightly gripping ass-cheeks around and around with 
building fury on his invading flesh. His lust-bloated penis felt like a long 
hot poker shoved up in her rectum, and it did make her feel excited in a 
weird way. 

"Oh, I like it, I dooooooooo," she suddenly blurted out in an uncontrollable 
moan. "Do it some more! Don't stop, I like it!" she found herself saying, 
much to her surprise. 

Teresa felt Tony's balls slapping lewdly up against the wetly seeping slit 
of her perversely aroused cunt, she was actually enjoying it, she really 
was! Her head thrashed wildly as she was positive now that she was about to 
cum from his evil sodomizing of her anus. . . . NOW! 

A crazy smile of satisfaction twisted across Tony's lust-contorted face as 
he heard his young girlfriend screaming out her excitement. 

"Oh, God, yessssss! Fuck me. Fuck my asshole. Don't stop! Please! Oh God, 
fuck it! FUCCCCCKKKKKK!" 

Tony burrowed into her now in a final effort to release his hot white sperm 
into her writhing buttocks. "Oh FUCK! I'm cumming!" he screamed out suddenly 
in his release. "Get ready!" 

"Not yet Tony, not yet," Teresa sobbed, "I want to cum tooooooo!" 

Suddenly Tony's cum was squirting, thick, hot and cream-like deep within her 
cock-stuffed anus. Teresa felt it flooding her insides and she felt that it 
would overflow out her throat. She felt her young boyfriend's hands running 
over the soft smoothness of her naked buttocks, "Mmmmmmmmmmf, mmmmmmmmmmf," 
she muttered as she felt his anxious fingers rubbing the softness of her 
genitals, her painfully distended clitoris responding immediately to his 
caresses. And then she was there too, suddenly she was riding a wall of 
pleasure that she had heretofore never experienced before in her young life, 
it was beyond her, an excitement that threatened to extinguish her very life 
force. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhlihhhhhhh. . . . I'm cummmminnnngggggg!" she shrieked in 
wild abandon, "Oh Tony, I'm cumminnnnnggggg!" 

"Ride it baby, ride it," Tony urged and he felt her buttocks writhing and 
bucking beneath him. "Take it all baby, take it," he cooed as he emptied the 
final spurt of white hot sperm into her anus. 

"Oh. ... ohhhhhhhhhhh Tony, oh Tony. . . ." murmured Teresa, "Oh 
mannnnnnnnnn.... I came baby, I came baby." 

The two youngsters stayed in their dog-position for several minutes, Tony 
collapsed over Teresa's back, the young girl having released the pressure on 
her arms was lying with her cheek down on the soft leather of the car. 
"You're mine," she heard Tony murmur, "at last vou're all mine!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jack Riley hadn't been feeling well of late, he'd been having strange 
headaches and several times he had had to sit down at his job and rest. 
Somehow or other, however, he'd been able to continue with his job on the 
car assembly line and nothing had been said to him. Jack was in a sweat 
today however, the day before he'd committed a gross error on the line that 
was now threatening to cost the company several thousand dollars, it was the 
kind of error that men were fired for, irrelevant of whether they had been 
with the company for twenty years or not, and that was the time span that 
Jack Riley had given to Peter Reynolds Company, five years in service to old 
Tom Reynolds and fifteen to his son Peter. 

Jack pretty much knew that he was due to be fired by Reynolds when he was 
informed that he had been called to the main office. No-one ever got called 
to the main office for anything less. Hell! there goes my pension groaned 
Riley inwardly, why didn't I rest-I knew I was sick-why was I so damn 
stupid! 

The truth of the matter was that Riley was extremely worried about his 
daughter Teresa, he now had reason to believe that she was having sexual 
intercourse with someone and that was driving him out of his mind. He'd 
thought about it for several days now and everytime he did his blood began 
to boil and he saw her voluptuous young body being ravaged by scores of men, 
he saw her firm flesh being fucked and somewhere deep inside of himself he 
knew that he was jealous-he knew that he wanted his girls all for himself, 
he never wanted any other men to touch them. It had been bad enough when 
Sally had married the punk Dreyfus but then Sally had never been his 
favorite even though she was just as beautiful as Teresa. It was his darling 
little girl that he loved the most. He had been thinking about Teresa when 
he had made the fatal error on the assembly line, the error that had stopped 
the entire factory within fifteen minutes and caused several thousands of 
dollars to dribble away down the drain. 

Jack Riley knocked timidly on the office door of his boss after being given 
the okay by his secretary. It was the first time that he'd actually been up 
to the plush main office and it made him nervous just to be there, let alone 
to be fired! 

"Ah, Riley, sit down won't you," Peter Reynolds said grimly as the cringing 
man entered his office. 

Peter Reynolds remembered Jack Riley well, not for Riley himself but for his 
daughters. Riley's daughters were two of the most beautiful girls that he'd 
ever seen and it was still a mystery to Reynolds how such a plain looking 
couple as the Rileys could have produced such stunning children. The young 
girl was pretty but the older girl was a knockout. In fact Reynolds had been 
extremely angry to find out that she was already a married girl-he had 
engaged her in conversation at the Christmas party and had desired her so 
much that he was convinced that it was obvious to everyone. In the course of 
their conversation however, Reynolds had learned that she was pedantically 
in love with her young husband and that obviously there was no hope for him. 

Peter Reynolds was an insatiable womanizer. It had caused the breakup of 
three marriages already, his fourth wife having left him only a few months 
earlier and in the process of filing for divorce. Reynolds however could not 
control himself, it wasn't that he didn't love his wives, all of them in 
turn, he just could never pass a pretty trick without wanting to fuck her. 

Now an evil plan was forming in Peter Reynolds' mind. By all rights, Jack 
Riley should have been fired immediately for his incompetent 
behavior-Reynolds however had a plan in mind. Riley's oldest daughter for a 
night -in return for his job, quite a bargain at the price he thought. ... 
it would just depend on Riley and how much he wanted to keep his job. 
Reynolds had never really forgotten Sally, he didn't like to be refused 
anything he wanted, he had always had his own way, every woman he had ever 
wanted in his life had fallen into his arms. Young Sally was the first girl 
who had ever looked at him with eyes of total innocence and said, "oh but 
Mr. Reynolds, I'm married, didn't you know!" Peter had hastened to assure 
her that he didn't give a damn about such conventions but it was obvious to 
him immediately that she did ... and she had quite a will of iron. A quality 
that drew him to her even more. 

"Oh Riley, sit down won't you. I've a proposition to make to you . . . 
here's how it goes." grinned Reynolds, "I hope you're ready for it!" 

"Daddy whatever is the matter," Sally Dreyfus enquired of her father. She 
had never seen her father look so ill in all her life, he was grey in the 
face and obviously had been drinking, judging from the almost drained bottle 
of scotch by his side. 

"Leave him alone," her mother urged, "he wants to be left alone." 

"Get out of here," Jack Riley screamed at his wife, "no, not you Sally, you 
stay," he slurred, "you stay, I've got to talk to you." 

Jeanne Riley burst into tears and ran out of the livingroom, she had never 
seen her husband in this state before and she was afraid . . . afraid of 
what he might do to her and the girls! 

Sally sat herself down by her father's feet, she felt like a little girl 
again and yet she knew that she had to comfort her Daddy in some way. 

"Baby," she heard her father say, "would you do anything in the world for 
your Daddy?" 

"Of course I would," Sally said quickly, "What is it Daddy, what do you want 
me to do?" "Sal, I'm going to lose my job, my pension, everything," Jack 
Riley sobbed, burying his head in his hands and allowing himself to cry for 
the first time in his life. 

"Oh Daddy, how awful," Sally sobbed, gathering her father up into her arms 
and rocking him tenderly. 

After several minutes, Jack Riley's sobs subsided and looking up into his 
daughter's beautiful young face he said, "you can help me Sally, only you 
can help me." 

"Whatever it is, I'll do it," the girl said rashly. "Peter Reynolds wants to 
make love to you," Jack Riley said plainly. 

"What!" exclaimed Sally, her face coloring all shades of red. 

"That's it baby, he called me into the office today. Seems he's had the hots 
for you since the . Christmas party, told me I could keep my job on the 
condition that you allowed him to fuck you. I think the bastard is off his 
head but I don't think he's dangerous . . . he's just a horny 
son-of-a-bitch, that's all." 

Sally Dreyfus withdrew into herself for a moment and tried to recollect the 
conversation she had had with Reynolds at the Christmas party. It had been 
obvious to her then that he wanted to fuck her. She remembered now how 
during the last two times she had masturbated, Peter Reynolds had sprung to 
mind . .. she recalled how in fact she really wanted to make love with 
someone else other than Danny, her young husband. 

"I'll do it Daddy," she said stoically. 

"Oh baby, will you. Oh God! I hate to ask you to do this but I'm desperate," 
the older man said sobbingly. 

"Don't worry Daddy, I'll do it, for you 

Daddy, I'll do it," Sally Dreyfus said with the perfect air of a martyr. 
"When does he want me." 

"Tonight baby." 

"Call him and tell him I'm coming to his house Daddy, call him right now." 

"Oh baby, you saved my life," Jack Riley said humbly, "Please honey, don't 
tell mother." 

"Of course not Daddy, this is our secret, yours and mine," Sally Dreyfus 
said once again gathering her distraught father up into her arms, "yours and 
mine!" 

Sally Dreyfus chose her clothes carefully. She wanted to give Peter Reynolds 
optimum satisfaction, it was difficult for her to admit the fact to herself 
but deep in her heart she knew that she was getting off on the whole sordid 
proposition. She felt like a whore . .. Sally had always wanted to be a 
whore, to know what it was like to sell her body to a man and now she was 
actually going to do it. 

She wore her sexiest black lacy brassiere and bikini panties and red and 
black garter belt. She attached her nylons to the garters and slipped into 
her high heeled shoes, sliding into the slinkiest black jersey dress she had 
in her wardrobe .. . the dress she had chosen for her honeymoon with Danny. 
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror .. . perfect, she looked 
stunning and what was even better she felt stunning. She would act this part 
perfectly, give 

Peter Reynolds exactly what he wanted to the absolute degree... she would 
give him no reason to complain .. . none whatsoever! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Teresa Riley snuggled back down into Tony's bed, she was so happy to be 
actually in his house, at long last. They had just fucked in his bed and it 
had been terrific and now she really felt her hands closing around the 
little band of gold that she had in mind for them. Teresa Riley was 
determined that she would marry Tony Reynolds and fucking with him in his 
own bed was in her mind the first positive step she had made towards that. 

Tim Tucker was fully aware of her presence, in fact he had given her a 
little pinch on the ass when Tony's back was turned. Teresa had glowered at 
him but it was hard for her to be angry with her ex-lover, he was such an 
attractive man. 

Only minutes earlier, Tucker had knocked discretely on Tony's door to tell 
him that his father wanted him on the telephone. Teresa looked up now to see 
her young lover coming back into the bedroom. 

"Dad's coming home now," he grinned lewdly, "and he's bringing a chick with 
him." 

"Will I be safe here," Teresa asked anxiously, not wanting to get into 
Tony's father's bad-looks. 

"Sure you'll be safe, not only that but we could watch, that is if you'd 
like to." 

"Watch, how?" Teresa breathed throatily. 

Tony Reynolds, grinning lewdly, led Teresa over to the far wall of his 
bedroom and pressing her eyes up to a large oil painting on the wall, a 
hunting scene, he revealed to her his secret. 

"I can see through to the next room," Teresa said her voice trembling with 
excitement. 

"I know, I found this by accident one day. See this house belonged to Hank 
Swift, the Meat-King. When Dad bought this house he bought a lot of the 
furnishings as well, this picture was on this wall, just the way it is now. 
One day I was fooling around, and I discovered that if I looked through the 
eyes of these dudes I could see through to Dad's room. Swift must have 
gotten his rocks off this way," he grinned evilly. 

"So what do we do now," said Teresa. 

"We hang out here in my room. We'll hear Dad come into the house and then we 
can watch the show. That is, if you want to." 

"Sure I want to honey, I've never seen anyone fuck before in my life, can we 
do it whilst we're watching?" 

"Maybe baby, it depends how hot you get," grinned Tony. 

"Oh, I'm sure I'll get very hot, in fact I'm getting hot just thinking about 
it," Teresa said mischievously licking her lips. 

"You really are something Teresa, you're the hottest piece of ass in the 
world, I swear you are." 

"And I'm all yours lover," the provocative fifteen year old cooed, "all 
yours lover!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jack Riley pulled up close to the Reynolds' Mansion and pointed the house 
out to his daughter Sally. "That's it baby, that's where you've got to meet 
him. We'll sit here until we see his car drive up and then you'd better get 
out and go over to the house. Get it over with as soon as you can baby, I'm 
going to wait for you here, if it takes all night I'll wait for you." 

"Oh Daddy," sobbed Sally suddenly afraid of what she was going to do. 

Father and daughter held each other for a long moment, then Riley saw his 
boss's Rolls Royce pull into the driveway of his house, "there he is now 
honey," Riley said sadly. "I'm never going to be able to forgive myself for 
this," he said, tears streaming down his face. 

"Oh Daddy, don't cry please," Sally begged, "for you I'd do anything." 

The brave young girl kissed her father once again and stepping out of the 
car walked quickly towards the driveway of the Reynolds Mansion. Turning one 
last time to wave to her father, she thought to herself. Here goes nothing! 

Half an hour later, seated comfortably in Peter Reynolds den, Sally Dreyfus 
sipped the drink the older man had handed her and looked around the room at 
her surroundings. She had never been in such a splendid atmosphere before 
and the whole place took her breath away. She really did.feel like a whore 
now, but a high class whore, maybe a French whore even! 

She sipped her drink slowly, noticing a slightly bitter taste to it after it 
had slipped down her throat. For a moment she felt faint and turning to look 
at Reynolds she seemed to feel that his eyes were boring into her, almost as 
if he could see clean through her clothes. 

"Was there something in the drink Mr. Reynolds?" she asked innocently. 

"Just a little something to help you relax my dear, nothing to worry about," 
he grinned lewdly. 

Peter Reynolds was in his element. He was in his own home, he was in 
complete control of the situation and he had the girl he had lusted after 
for so long at his feet. 

"Now then my dear," Sally heard the older man saying almost as if he were 
coming from a great distance. "I have something to warm you up a little." 

"What's that Mr. Reynolds?" 

"Oh just a little movie." 

"What kind of a movie." 

"As I told you, one that will warm you up a little." 

"You mean a dirty movie?" 

"Something like that." 

"I don't want to see it." 

"Frankly my dear, you have no choice," Reynolds grinned evilly. "Or didn't 
your father tell you." 

Leading the young girl up the stairs to his bedroom, Peter Reynolds noted 
with satisfaction the seductive undulation of her buttocks, running his hand 
lightly over them he was pleased to feel that she wasn't wearing a girdle 
and his cock began to lurch in his pants at the thought of plundering her 
ripe young body. 

"Here they come," Teresa heard Tony say. "Let's get to the picture." 

Teresa screwed her eye to the picture and the woman that, came into her view 
as the door opened almost caused her to lose her breath entirely. It was her 
very own sister Sally. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped. 

"What's the matter baby?" Tony said quickly. 

"That's my sister Sally, what's she doing here?" - 

"I know what's she's doing here the question is how and why." Tony puzzled. 

"Oh my God!" was all that Teresa could say as she watched her older sister 
cross the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. 

"Whoever would have thought Sally would do anything like this." she said 
half aloud and half to herself. 

"Shut-up and watch," commanded Tony firmly, "just shut-up!" 

Peter Reynolds pulled the drapes in his bedroom and pressing a button on the 
side of the wall revealed a movie screen at the far end of the room. 

"All right baby, how about slipping out of your dress and shoes, get a 
little relaxed to watch this flick, you know what I mean," Reynolds said 
lasciviously. 

"I really don't want to watch the film Mr. Reynolds," Sally protested. 

"Shut-up bitch and do as I say," Peter said angrily for the first time. He 
wasn't used to having women go against his wishes and he didn't like it. 

Sally Dreyfus stood up and slowly unzipped her dress allowing it to slip 
down over her curvaceous hips and crumple onto the floor in a heap. She 
heard Reynolds' gasp as he studied her black flimsy underwear and she knew 
that he was already more than turned on by her body, she had realized that 
when he had caressed her buttocks as they had mounted the stairs. Despite 
her fears, Sally had to admit to herself that she was excited too! 

"Baby, you are gorgeous," grinned Peter, "I knew it, I just knew it!" 

Sally felt herself begin to tremble at Reynolds' obvious appreciation of her 
body. She couldn't help but feel excited-it was the most outrageous thing 
she'd ever done in her life, or ever dreamed of for that matter! 

"Come here baby," Reynolds commanded. 

Sally walked over slowly to the aging playboy, she felt his hands running up 
her legs and stopping at the naked flesh of her thighs, she felt him drawing 
her down to him and she felt the obvious bulge in his pants. She could tell 
already that his. cock was erected and he was lewdly impatient to fuck her. 

She heard him flip a switch and she realized that the movie had begun on the 
screen but her back was to it and so she couldn't see what it was. She felt 
Reynolds turn her around and she saw a young girl on the screen, very 
voluptuous, long blonde curly hair, wearing very flimsy baby doll pyjamas 
and nothing else. 

"That's Michelle, my french girlfriend." 

"She's beautiful," Sally said. 

"Yes, and can she fuck, oh boy," Peter said licking his lips lasciviously. 

The girl on the screen was eating a banana and Sally couldn't help but know 
that the girl was licking and sucking on it like it was a man's cock. Her 
full sensual lips were slicking up and down the shaft of the peeled fruit in 
an obviously obscene parody of sexual intercourse. 

Suddenly a large hairy looking man entered the room on the screen and Sally 
could see that the young girl was frightened. The man looked more like an 
ape than a man. 

Sally felt her father's boss's hands on her breasts now but she didn't 
protest, she knew it was of no use. Not when he squeezed her breasts, not 
when he pinched her nipples into infinite hardness, not even when he flipped 
her breast out of her brassiere and sucked wetly on her nipple. After all, 
it wasn't her fault, was it? And she was doing it for Daddy. And, God! He 
certainly seemed to know what he was doing! It felt kind of good! 

The man on the screen was wearing a topcoat and when he shrugged it off his 
shoulders, Sally saw that he was completely naked beneath it. From the rear 
he really did resemble a large ape. His enormous buttocks dimpled obscenely 
as he approached the now cowering girl on the couch. 

The plot of the movie was simple. The girl is in the house alone, she is 
horny, begins to eat a banana pretending that it is a man's cock ... enter 
mad rapist. 

"What". . . . w-what's going on here ... what-" Sally asked curiously. 

Reynolds raised his eagerly sucking lips from Sally's swollen breasts. "Keep 
your eyes peeled, honey!" 

The back of Michelle's hand covered her mouth in a rather convincing display 
of stark terror. Still, nothing could be seen of the approaching man-ape but 
his hairy buttocks. What on earth is she so afraid of? Sally panicked 
inwardly, her own lusty buttocks fidgeting nervously on Reynolds' lap as she 
straddled him sideways, her hands across his shoulders, her fingers playing 
idly in the curly hair at the nape of his neck as he continued to suck at 
her heaving breasts with mounting enthusiasm. Then suddenly, the camera 
began to swing into a side view. 

Reynolds could feel the young girl's body tense as the choked whisper, "My 
God ... oh my God!" tumbled from her lips. 

"Not so tiny a fellow, is he, Sally my sweet?" 

She wondered if his affected comment wasn't a way of making her feel more 
frightened than she already was. 

"Sally?" 

"What... oh, course, yeah, he sure is!" she gasped, almost breathlessly. 

The ape-man's lust-swollen penis jutted straight out from the matted thick 
hair of his loins, like a jouster's lance. It looked at least ten inches 
long . . . and still growing! 

"How's that hit you, dear. It has to do something!" 

The head of it, as large as a small apple and equally as red, glistened 
ominously as it approached the cringing girl's mouth. 

"W . .. what's he doing?" 

"He's going to make her suck him off, Sally," Peter explained gleefully. 

Reynolds inched his gentle, yet powerful hand toward the tender flesh of the 
chestnut-haired young wife's naked white thighs that squeezed together so 
provocatively up above her stocking tops. With each rapid breath now, the 
marshmallow succulence of her well-sucked breasts melted into the features 
of his face. Her nipples, stiff as spikes, grew out of their puffy 
surroundings like tiny clitoris eager to be sucked. 

"Relax, relax dear Sally," he said in a soothing voice. "The drink I gave 
you will help you enjoy this kind of movie. Let it do its work." 

"Why? W . . . what?" Sally was confused. 

"I put something special... an aphrodisiac... in it," he lied. 

"God!" Sally returned, her voice thickened with mounting passion. "That must 
be why I feel so ... so strange." 

Reynolds smiled inwardly, he had lied to Sally but he knew that if she 
thought she had been given an "aphrodisiac" she would let herself go. He'd 
seen her type before, the beautiful young girl- trapped in an early 
marriage, basically frustrated with her husband, yet not quite daring to 
have the affair she so desperately needed and wanted. 

Sally trembled now and her quivering buttocks, almost naked below the 
clinging black straps of her garter belt, wriggled nervously on Reynolds' 
lap. She could feel the bulge beneath her thighs pulse and expand heatedly 
and knew immediately what it was. Yet, peculiarly, there was a certain 
thrill in being so close to an evil man's swollen penis, to feel it pressing 
against her near naked flesh through the scratchy material of his pants. She 
was only trying to help her father, so it really wasn't her fault was it? 

In the movie now, followed closely by the young wife, the ape-man was 
gripping his glistening gargantuan shaft by the base, beginning to rub the 
blood-engorged head of his cock on the cringing girl's face, paying most 
attention to her full red lips until her features began to shine with the 
sticky white nectar he smeared on them. Her eyes opened wide and fluttering 
with fear, were brimmed with tears of shame. 

"You'd never know she was acting would you, I tell you that French piece is 
really something." Reynolds stated proudly. 

"No, I thought she really was afraid! I would be!" 

Suddenly, miraculously, the ruby-red head of the huge man's penis popped 
inside the straining lips of the wide-eyed girl. For some reason, though it 
was beyond Sally's understanding, a cold shudder of delight spasmed deep in 
her own loins. It was exciting to watch that poor girl being subjected to 
evil. And she couldn't help thinking how similar her own situation was! 

"Actually, she loves sucking cock, Sally. Also, when we shot the movie, she 
was taking the same aphrodisiac I gave you." 

"She was?" 

"Yes, she was," Reynolds sneered pointedly, his lewdly searching hand on 
Sally's lewdly tingling pussy now, rubbing through her flimsy panties, 
hooking his finger beneath the crotchband and fingering and probing with 
lingering delight. Slowly now he began to part the silken chestnut curls of 
her pubic hair with two fingers. 

Sally shuddered as Reynolds leaned closer. 

"Look, while you watch Michelle suck ape-man's big cock, I'm going to 
finger-fuck you." 

Suddenly Sally felt the older man tear at her flimsy black panties and split 
the crotch in two, pressing his outstretched middle finger slowly up into 
her passionately seeping pussy flesh. Reynolds chuckled to himself. Like 
Hank, the ape-man, he was a sadist and now mused satisfiedly on the way 
powers of suggestion always seemed to work better on his younger victims. He 
felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with 
his probing hand as his extended middle finger entered her easily and wormed 
its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then he 
slipped a second finger up in beside the first. 

"You like it, I can tell. You like my fingers up inside that pretty little 
cunt of yours!" 

"Yes. I do!" she reluctantly agreed. Oh Danny, if you knew you'd never 
forgive me, she thought to herself. 

"Look at Michelle," Reynolds pressed. "She can hardly swallow. Hank's cock 
is so big in her mouth that her cheeks are all puffed out!" 

In Tony's bedroom, Teresa and Tony had drawn up a small couch and were 
seated on it, their eyes glued through to the other room. 

"Baby, I've got to fuck you now, it's turning me on too much to watch my old 
man and your sister," Tony said, dipping his finger wetly in and out of 
Teresa's already naked pussy. 

"God! I just can't believe Sally," was all Teresa could say over and over 
again. 

"Oh honey forget about it and watch," Tony grinned lewdly. "If you ask me, 
she's having a great time!" 

Jack Riley took a long swig from the bottle of scotch he had stashed under 
the seat of his car. It was getting harder and harder for him to sit still, 
harder and harder for him not to want to burst into Reynolds' house and kill 
him. Besides which fact he was getting pretty drunk and as such was losing 
his control and forgetting the bargain he had made with Reynolds. 

All that Jack Riley could think of at this moment was that his little baby 
was in that rich slob's house and was being fucked by him. His little baby. 
Riley saw her now, her voluptuous young body being ravished by Reynolds and 
he began to see red, the blood pounded before his eyes and. he imagined 
precisely the ravishment that his daughter was receiving at Reynolds' hands. 
His darling little daughter and that old rake ... he had to stop them ... he 
had to rescue his little girl before it was too late ... he had to, he just 
had to! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Sally Dreyfus couldn't help but admit to herself that she was enjoying her 
predicament. She knew that she was being used and yet in a strange kind of 
way she knew that she was using Reynolds. After all, hadn't she envisioned 
herself fucking with him only days before! She would never have admitted the 
fact to her father, but she was reveling in the sordidness of the whole 
affair, she had never had such kicks in her young life before and she loved 
every minute of it!!! 

She felt Reynolds fingers churning deliciously in her cunt as they watched 
the french girl in the movie continue sucking on Hank's unnaturally massive 
cock, swallowing her own saliva to keep from gagging. His lust-bloated rod 
of flesh reached far back into her throat. He came .. . and came... and came 
as she sucked and swallowed, seemingly unendingly. 

Peter Reynolds turned his entire attention on Sally now. 

"She really likes to suck cock does Michelle. Do you think you could do as 
well my dear?" he asked Sally pointedly. 

"Oh yes, Mr. Reynolds," Sally responded eagerly, now fully aroused. "Let's 
do something now." 

"Like what Sally?" 

"Fuck me Mr. Reynolds, please fuck me," begged Sally. 

"Alright my dear," Peter Reynolds grinned lewdly, strip baby, "You asked for 
it and now you're going to get it. Up on your knees, I'm going to take you 
like the whore you really are." 

Obediently Sally threw off her clothes and scrambled to her hands and knees, 
not able to remember ever having been so excited sexually before. The very 
hopelessness of her plight had triggered some unconscious masochistic 
response deeply within her. She had seen her obscenely kneeling form 
reflected in the mirror on the wall, and she wiggled her naked white 
buttocks back and forth salaciously in lwed invitation to the hastily 
stripping playboy. 

"Please hurry, I can't wait much longer!" she begged the older man. "I need 
you to screw me sooooo bad!" 

Reynolds knelt up behind her youthful form and slowly spread apart her 
succulently ripe ass-cheeks, like two half melons. He centered his penis, 
aiming it between her soft pussy lips, and then suddenly, he'd been upon 
her.... 

Now, Sally flinched automatically against the bulging cock-head beginning to 
press into her from behind. If Peter Reynolds wasn't a match for ape-man 
then he was a close second. Still, she managed to bear up stoically, 
weathering the painful introduction of her blackmailers lust-engorged penis 
in between the tender lips of her pussy. 

"Holy smoke, you're tight girl," Peter gasped hoarsely, "You sure you're not 
a virgin?" 

Reynolds pressed cruelly forward into her ever tightening cuntal passage, 
thinking Christ! 

This little girl sure feels like a cherry, she can't be though, she's 
married! 

"Aaaaiiiiiii! Not so fast Mr. Reynolds, give me a chance to get used to it." 

He was in only a little deeper than halfway, and already she felt stuffed 
completely. Yet, despite her obvious discomfort, she was excited as well. 
She was finally indulging her most capricious fantasies-she was committing 
adultery-and with a tremendously evil man at that! She felt completely free 
now, different, yet somehow like her true self, or at any rate, the true 
self she liked to imagine herself to be. Whatever had happened to her, she 
wondered. It mattered very little that her young husband was coming home in 
a few days. What did it matter that she was being subjected to the lewd 
sexual whims of one of the most notorious playboys in Chicago? Not at all, 
she thought, I don't give a damn! The only thing that mattered was the hot 
rod of male flesh plunging deep up inside of her. "Your husband have a joint 
like this," Reynolds teased, "I bet you've never had one like this in your 
entire life." 

"God, it huuuuurts real bad, Mr. Reynolds." 

"Well, what do you want? Should I take it out?" 

"For God's sakes, no! I want you to fuck me . . . like, oh, screw me like I 
was a slut." 

In one buttocks-flattening lunge, he entered her to the hilt, feeling the 
softly clinging flesh of her interior cuntal walls giving way reluctantly to 
his lust thickened rod of cock flesh. Cruelly, he mauled and gripped the 
snow-white mounds of her quivering buttocks, enjoying the sensually exciting 
feel of her flaccid ass-cheeks swelling between his clutching fingers. He 
knew he was hurting her, but that knowledge only served to increase the 
thickness of his already massive penis. He watched the slavishly postured 
girl flay her head back and forth in her efforts to keep from crying out in 
pain. Her low moans, muffled slightly by the sheets she had her face buried 
in, drifted back to him, excited him even further. Her grasping fingers 
extended and retracted gripping the sheets tightly in her heartfelt agony. 
She was his! 

He lunged into her like a man possessed now, deepening his strokes and 
increasing his tempo of fucking. He felt her begin to relax a little as her 
interior muscles grew weary of their prolonged contraction and her cuntal 
sheath began to fill with her and Reynolds' combined secretions. How many 
young girls has this evil playboy skewered on the end of this very cock? How 
many young housewives and mothers? Like me ... God, it was wonderful! 

His hands left her buttocks then, as he humped forward lewdly and began to 
subject her ripely swinging breasts to the same vicious treatment. Then, 
subtly at first, but noticeably nonetheless, she began to raise her buttocks 
up and back to him, rotating them slightly, clinging and rippling obscenely 
along his rigid cock-length. 

"Screw meeeee, yessssss, fuck meeeee like thaaaaatttt!" 

"You asked for it baby," groaned Reynolds, "and you're going to get it." 

Peter Reynolds began to plow in and out of the naked defenseless pussy of 
the young girl imprisoned beneath him. He had imagined what it would be like 
to fuck Sally but he hadn't been able to imagine that it would be as good as 
it was turning out to be. She's one hell of a hot piece after all, he 
thought triumphantly to himself as he sawed in and out of her writhing body, 
one hell of a hot piece.. .. 

"Man oh man, I can't believe Sally, I just can't," panted Teresa as she 
watched her older sister yielding herself up so easily to Tony's father. 
"She's much hotter than I thought she was." 

"She's hot alright, I wouldn't mind a piece of that action myself," grinned 
Tony lewdly. 

"I can't say I blame her, look at the size of your father's prick Tony, it's 
gigantic" 

In an effort to prolong their excitement, Tony had Teresa sitting astride 
his lap with his own lust-stiffened young penis pressed up nakedly between 
her satiny thighs, rubbing against her seeping pussy without entering her. 
Now, she had reached down with her slender fingers and had begun to press 
the end of it into her own passion-drenched vaginal sheath. She, too, wanted 
to feel that same excitement her older sister was feeling at the moment. 

"Think you could take a cock that size, Teresa?" 

"Wow, it'd be fantastic to try!" 

God, Teresa swooned, it was exciting watching her prissy older sister 
getting it from behind while she knelt on her hands and knees like a bitch 
dog in heat! Still, Teresa couldn't help but wish it were she and not her 
sister being so masterfully fucked by Tony's evilly handsome father. 

"Tony," she ventured as she ground down on his entering cock, "I was 
wondering if we could.." 

"Swap off," he completed her phrase. "Are you out of your mind?" 

"Wouldn't you like to screw my sister?" 

"Jesus," he swore. "Not now I wouldn't. You don't know how hopping mad my 
Dad can get." 

"Oh my God Tony, who's that coming through the door?" 

"I don't know." 

Teresa's eyes virtually popped out of her head as the door opened and the 
swaying frame of her father lumbered into the bedroom. 

Time seemed to stand still. The sheer strangeness of the situation abolished 
for a moment all sense of reality. It was as though all four parties were 
viewing each other through a looking glass-nothing was real and yet. . . 
everything was too real! 

It was difficult to tell which of the two fathers was the more surprised. 
Peter Reynolds at being interrupted or Jack Riley to find his beautiful 
daughter actually enjoying every minute of her fucking session. 

"God, please don't quit Mr. Reynolds! Please keep fucking me, I love it! Cum 
in me, Mr. Reynolds!" Sally chanted, still unaware that anyone had entered 
the room. Then, raising her head from the cool sheets, "Come on please 
don't.. . aiiiiii, Daaaaaadddyyyyy!" 

"Get off my daughter you fucking bastard," groaned Jack Riley. 

"Aren't you forgetting our bargain," pleaded Peter Reynolds. 

"I said get off my daughter Reynolds!" 

At that moment Teresa could bear it no longer and she ran headlong out of 
Tony's bedroom and into his father's, hardly aware that she was stark naked! 

"You too!" her father exploded. 

"I came with Tony Reynolds, not his father," 

Teresa pleaded. "Tony and I are in love Daddy, we have been for a long 
time." 

"Where is that fucking punk, let me get my hands on him," screamed Jack 
Riley, now doubly out of his drunken mind. 

"He's hiding Daddy, he's scared," Teresa confessed. 

"Alright Riley, look you've been drinking, how about you take the girls home 
with you and we forget all about the whole affair," said Reynolds, now 
afraid of getting into any deeper water with the intoxicated man. 

"Daddy what are you going to do," Teresa begged. 

"I don't know honey," My God, fucking Reynolds still has his cock stuffed up 
Sally's pretty little cunt. God, she was beautiful this older daughter of 
his. Hell! if they both weren't. Little Teresa was a woman already and 
Sally's body was beginning to drive him crazy. 

"Let them finish fucking Daddy," Teresa begged, "and .. . ah," she nodded to 
Tucker, Reynolds' valet as he sheepishly entered the room, "Let me fuck too, 
I want to fuck Tucker here!" 

"Teresa," blurted out Sally suddenly. "Well I didn't get fucked and you 
didn't finish being fucked Sally. I'm not exactly a virgin anymore, not even 
in the asshole. And you want so to watch, don't you Daddy?" Her voice had a 
peculiar ring to it now, mocking and strange! 

Jack Riley's thick cock swelled even larger in his pants at the prospect of 
watching exactly what his youngest daughter proposed. It was sick. Sick and 
evil but he wanted it. 

"Alright," he said inebriatedly, "if I've got two little sluts for 
daughters, well then, I guess I can't do much about it at this late stage of 
the game. Okay Tucker you can fuck my little girl!" Quickly then, Teresa 
took her place next to her sister on the big bed and anxiously awaited her 
lover. Tucker approached the bed, his cock, only half-erect but growing 
rapidly. 

Without any hesitation now Tucker, with a nod of approval from his boss was 
behind Teresa on the bed, spreading the perspiration moistened crevice 
between her luscious ass-cheeks with the fingers of one beefy hand while the 
other stroked his rapidly thickening rod of flesh to an exquisite purple 
stiffness. He, too, was beginning to get carried away with the sudden 
atmosphere of unbridled passion. 

Shoulder to shoulder with her older sister, who was once again beginning to 
moan beneath Reynolds' renewed fucking into her upturned loins. Teresa bit 
her lower lip to keep from crying out at the unbelievable pain of Tucker's 
cock entering into her already cock-hungry wet vagina, but she didn't cry 
out, even when she felt herself tearing slightly down there. Pain or not, it 
was exciting. . . wickedly, wickedly so! 

Jack Riley's alcohol-laden mind was a maze of confused thoughts. Teresa was 
a little whore, yet for the first time he realized the horrifying truth 
behind his increased animosity toward her of late... he wanted her.. . 
sexually ... he wanted to fuck his own little girl. And Sally, he wanted to 
fuck her too! Christ she had such a sexy body! Look at my two little girls 
riding those great cocks, he thought. His mind exploded, it seemed, into a 
thousand tiny shreads of obscene impulse, seeing the two girls fucking so 
wildly. 

Sally, her body supported on her elbows, stared wondrously at her father's 
face. The look in his eyes frightened her, causing icy shivers to run up and 
down her spine. What was he doing? Why was he taking off his pants? 

"Wow, yessss, yesssss," Teresa screamed as the throbbing pain in her pussy 
began to give way to the heated sensations of pure sensual pleasure, 
tingling outward over her naked white flesh. "Screw meeeeee, yeah, Tim, fuck 
meeeee!" 

Sluts, that's what they are. . . sluts, whores . . . GODDAMN WHORES! Riley 
decided. 

"Daddy, what's going on?" gasped Sally. 

"Jesus, I always wondered how big Daddy was . . . now I understand why-Oh 
God, my God!" Teresa chortled when she saw her father's naked penis rising 
steadily upward and thickening in hopeless arousal. 

"Sluts," Riley muttered. Who cares about Reynolds-, I've got to have my 
girls! 

"You, hey, Sally, you're gonna suck me . .. you two, both of you!" 

He, too, was on the bed then, inching forward on his knees, falling back on 
his haunches when he had positioned himself within easy reach of his two 
daughters' pretty faces. His hand reached out and entwined itself in Sally's 
chestnut hair, forcing her face down . . . down .. . 

"Oh Daddy . .. Mmmmmmmmmffff!" 

Teresa couldn't believe it, not only was her father forcing her older sister 
to suck his cock but, man, what a cock it was! It looked almost as long and 
thick as Tim's .. . and she could vouch for what a wild joy ride it would 
be. 

"Hey, what about me," pouted Teresa towards her father. 

"Yeah, there's enough for all of you . .'." he muttered. 

Damn right! Jack Riley laughed inwardly as he watched the eagerly sucking 
and licking faces of his daughters paying lewd homage to the hotly pulsating 
flesh of his rigid penis. Things are going to be a lot different around home 
from now on! 

Their shimmering eyes narrowed lustfully as they worked incestuously on 
either side of their father's lust-thickened penis, taking turns nursing on 
its huge blood-bloated head, the beautiful sisters skewered themselves back 
delightedly on the hard thick penises fucking into them from behind. Without 
a word, they managed to transmit their new found affection for one another, 
for at last, in sex, they had found their common denominator. There could be 
only one cause Jeft for an argument now-namely, which one would get to 
swallow Daddy's sperm, when he came! But then, who knows, there might be 
enough for both of them, too! 

Of the five obscenely linked people on the bed, it was Sally who started to 
climax first, and her sensual groans were just enough to set off the others. 

"My . .. GOD!" she pleaded, as she humped frantically back on the rock-hard 
cock of her father's blackmailer. "Oh God, don't stop. Oh, I'm 
cuummmmmmiiinnngggg!" 

And her slender, full-breasted body heaved and panted in even more insane 
fury as the waves of adulterous passion swept over her kneeling young frame 
and engulfed her in a bottomless whirlpool of lust. Only dimly did she feel 
Peter Reynolds stiffen behind her and begin to thunder his burgeoning cock 
deeper and deeper into her helplessly spasming vagina. Then his body tensed 
again, as he groaned out loud and began pumping his white-hot sperm in a 
swearing, needle-thin stream up into the warm dark well of her cunt. His 
agonized groans mixed with Teresa's next to him on the bed, as she, too, 
began to cum with her oval red lips still locked tight to her father's 
upthrusting penis. 

Then, with a final weak shudder of her exhausted body, Sally collapsed 
forward over her father's naked thighs, causing Peter Reynolds's now 
softening penis to slip lewdly from tier cum-drenched vagina. As depleted as 
she, Reynolds fell heavily on top of his beautiful chestnut-haired partner 
for the evening. 

Suddenly the luxurious bedroom was filled with the wails and cries of animal 
lust as one by one they reached the fulfillment of their sexual passions. 
Warm, wet cum was trickling everywhere as all three male cocks exploded one 
after the other. 

The girls writhed and bucked and swayed in their mutual sexual abandonment 
as they felt their lovers pumping their delicious sperm deeply up into their 
straining cunts. They would never be the same again .. . never again would 
the Riley family be the same, they were united now in an entirely new and 
different way and each one surrendered to the other. 

Peter Reynolds was ecstatic, there was nothing he liked better than a orgy 
and although he hadn't been expecting one, that was exactly what had 
happened. He couldn't have been happier had he tried, fulfilled and content 
he didn't even mind Jack Riley's insolence. In fact, the whole evening had 
shed an entirely new light on Riley . . . I'll have to give him a raise, 
thought Peter Reynolds contentedly, after what he's done for me, he 
certainly deserves a raise! 


THE END
