Chapter 8
Barbara was unpleasantly surprised the next morning when she came down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and found Wendy had already installed herself, wearing only a rumpled pink slip, a flower-print blue-and-white housecoat and thong sandals. "Oh-I-I didn't expect anybody'd be here except D-I mean, Mr. Wainright," the dark-brown-haired teenager faltered. At her stepfather's order, she had braided her thick, lustrous hair into a single pigtail that hung to her waist, and, with many a grimace of distaste (before her mirror where he couldn't see), tied two green ribbons he had brought her from Atlanta. This morning she was wearing a dark-green mini-dress whose skirt left at least four inches of creamy bare thigh showing above her dimpled, rounded knees, and yellow anklet socks and loafers. Under the mini-dress, however, and again at his order, she wore black nylon bra and panties. Wendy eyes her appraisingly and then grinned: "No, I expect you didn't. I'm Wendy. I'm your daddy's new housekeeper."
Barbara turned red and lowered her eyes, mumbling something about having to fix breakfast, and hastily prepared her own, having observed that Wendy was putting two poached eggs, toast and coffee on a tray which she intended to carry up to Dan Wainright.
When Wendy disappeared, the teenager seated herself at the kitchen table, blinking the tears away, and hurriedly ate her breakfast of a pear, toast and a cup of coffee which was half milk-a special privilege granted her by her indulgent stepfather. She didn't know what to make of it. But somehow she had the feeling that she would be better off if she didn't ask any questions . . .
Wendy had doffed her housecoat and was perching on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, leaning toward her grinning new lover who had just finished his breakfast. "That was mighty fine, Wendy honey." He smacked his lips.
"Let me put the tray on the table, honey."
"You jist do that, and then get yourself right next to me."
"I declare, you're the randiest man I ever met," Wendy giggled as she took away the tray and laid it on the table, then stood facing him and tugged off her slip, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes goggled at her luscious pink-skinned nakedness, lowering to fix on the thick dark-blonde muff which framed her fleshy, crinkly pink cuntal lips. "Well, that's what I call having dessert for breakfast," he lecherously chuckled, patting the bed beside him and then pulling aside the covers to show her that he was sleeping raw. His prick was already elevated in tribute to her naked charms, and Wendy giggled as she came to the bed, palmed the edge and bowed her head down to plant a smacking kiss on the bobbing, reddened tip of the glans.
"I take it you met Bobo already, honey," he hoarsely remarked as he reached out to stroke her hair and then cup her cheek fondly, groaning softly as she nuzzled his prickhead with her lips and ended with another smacking kiss right over the lips.
"I sure did. She's a mite purty piece, that Bobo of yours."
"Ooh, she ain't my kid, not out of this here cock she ain't, Wendy girl."
"She's the one you're taking those pictures of and selling to the bookstore?"
"That's right. Now tomorrow night, old Sheriff
Ben is gonna bring Elora over here and I'm gonna let you prepare the two gals for their paddling. We'll take some pictures and we'll have us some fun. But that's tomorrow night. Right now, you'd better take care of what you see here if you want to stay housekeeper over Bobo," he bawdily winked.
Wendy swiftly clambered into bed and got on top of him, playfully tickling his armpits and tweaking the thick graying hairs on his swelling chest. He reached up to squeeze her titties, smacked his lips with pleasure at the springy, jouncy feel of them, and then pulled her down to make them flatten against his chest as his prick shoved against the already moistening pink lips of her eager cunt.
"I declare, is fucking all you ever think of, Dan honey?" she teasingly whispered, nibbling at his earlobe.
"Not all the time. But I figger nature gave man a cock to use, and as long as mine gets hard when a purty gal like you is around, it'd be a sin now to use it up. See if you can sit over me and face me, honey. I sure feel lazy this morning."
"Just like you did last night."
"For that," he pretended to scowl angrily at her, "you're gonna get hosed the way I read about in a book I picked up in Atlanta. Now pop it into your hot little pussy and start wiggling your hind end, Wendy honey."
The lush naked young blonde carefully parted the lips of her cunt and guided his prick in between them, squirmed a little to engage it deeply inside her sheath, and then carefully, leaning slightly back with her palms down on the bed on either side of sprawled legs, stretched her own legs out as far as she could on either side of him. Again his eyes goggled at the spectacular and lascivious juncture which her yawning pink cunt made as it accepted fully half his turgid prick, then moved to admire the swelling ripe cantaloupes of her hard-tipped titties.
"Don't you dare let it fall out now, feels right good in there, Wendy honey," he panted.
Arching her loins and belly to him, twisting her hips lasciviously, smiling enticingly as she made her round full titties jiggle in her gyrations, the ardent blonde arched slowly up and down, the humid, tightening walls of her cunt exquisitely rasping against his achingly swollen prick. Suddenly he sat up and clamped his arms around her smooth glossy back, squashing her panting titties against his heaving chest as his mouth merged with hers, straining himself forward till he could feel himself hilted to the balls. Wendy prompted locked her legs against his broad, heavy hips and squirmed back and forth to keep up the frictional assault on his throbbing weapon. His hands roamed down her back to grab the juicy summits of her quivering behind and to squeeze fluids as he foraged his tongue this way and that inside her willingly yielding mouth. Now his left forefinger traced her spinal column down to the chink bone, disappeared into the moist crevice and Wendy mewled with erotic fervor as she felt his fingertip pry apart the puckering lips of her anal rosette and just intrude. "Oooohhh, that's sooooo good, honey, oh is it ever!" she breathed ecstatically. Her bottom jerked convulsively, and he felt her sphincter muscles clamp arduously against his imbedded finger. Promptly his right forefinger prodded between her hugely straddled thighs to brush the well developed nodule of her clit and to rub it lingeringly back and forth.
"Ohh my Gawd, oh that's just heaven, Dan lover-oh my, you don't need any books, I'm here to tell you-oh do it to me, ream me out, sweetheart-oh you've got Mama ready to boil over, she's so hot!" Wendy really sobbed in her arousal.
Now working both fingers back and forth, Dan Wainright arched and recoiled, while Wendy, hugging him passionately around the waist and delving her tongue against his till the galvanizing friction made them both gasp and groan with frenzied passion, followed his jerky movements with her own accelerated squirming. They stiffened nearly at the same moment, convulsing in the throes of hot furious cum, and then she bowed her head on his shoulder, panting, "Oh my, you just about drained my pussy-cream dry, Dan honey! I don't know how you're going to get any more out when you try that newfangled position you just talked about."
"You jist watch and see, Wendy baby. Now I tell you what, go get a nice wet towel and clean us both off, and then you can jist wake my cock back up to where it can do your tired little pussy some real good," he panted.
A few minutes later, while he leaned against the headboard of the bed and folded his arms against his panting, hairy chest, Wendy bobbed her head between his legs and began to lick and suck his partly dwindled organ. The swipes of her tongue rasping down against his gnarled hairy balls soon revitalized him, and he exultantly crowed, "There now, that's jist hard enough. Now you get out of bed and I'll show you what I mean!"
Wendy lowered herself to the floor and stood at the footboard, watching him with interest as he got down and came around to her at the other side. "Now I tell you what, honey. Lean your cute butt against the edge here and grab hold of the rails, and spread your legs as far as you can," he instructed.
Wendy adopted the position, her moist, glistening pink cuntal lips twitching and parted to receive his renewed priapic offering. "This is called touching bottom and scraping the sides, baby," he joked as he moved to her, cupping her titties and sealing her panting mouth with an avid kiss as she jammed his prickhead into the readied, gapingly offered crevice. With a single dig, he impaled her to his balls, and Wendy groaned as she twisted her face away, "Take it easy, Dan honey, don't fall now and crush me, you're a big heavy man, and I've got what's biggest of you right where it does a girl the most good!"
"Ain't that the truth though," he lecherously cackled, flattered by her endorsement of his powerful virility. "No danger, I won't fall. Jist you hold on tight, I'm going to scrape off all your girl cream, you wait and see if I don't!"
Thrusting and digging, grunting and panting, he accelerated his jerky probing, while Wendy writhed and squirmed, sobbing and gasping as once again her own ecstasy was furthered.
"Whew!" she wanly sighed when she at last felt his bubbling jet lave the quaking, humid walls of her throbbing cuntal sheath, "it's a good thing you brought me here to be your housekeeper, lover. Poor little Bobo couldn't take your horny ways all by her poor little self."
Barbara had been instructed to wear exactly the same mini-dress, hair ribbons and bobby socks and sandals as the day before, and by the time eight o'clock came, she was squirming nervously and apprehensively on the edge of the living-room couch beside her stepfather, with blonde Wendy in a red housecoat, her black bra and panty set, bare legs and sandals, seated opposite her in the armchair carefully watching the pretty youngster.
What made Barbara even more fearful was that Dan Wainright had placed a brand-new broad rectangular table in the center of the living room, one he had made in his own carpenter shop. On one side, about four feet apart, there were curious inverted triangular leather pads stapled to the wood, and on the other side of the table were two curious sets of half-legs at whose ends were fixed leather cups. Moreover, the camera had been set up on its tripod in one corner of the spacious room. As Wendy's eyes met the teenager's, the latter gulped and blushed and looked down at her lap, twisting her fingers nervously.
The ring of the doorbell announced the expected guests, and Dan Wainright sprang to his feet. "I'll get it, Wendy honey!" he grinned as he strolled to the door and opened it.
Sheriff Ben Gorton entered, pushing ahead of him red-haired Elora Bramson, who looked red in the face and kept glancing back at the lanky law officer. She was dressed almost exactly as she had been the day he had arrested her and put her into his private jail in the basement in cutoffs, pullover sweater and little pink blouse underneath, and sneakers without socks.
"Good evening, folks," Ben Gorton genially chuckled. "Get on in there, Elora, and meet Bobo. She and you are gonna be the center of attention tonight, as you might say."
The coppery-haired runaway turned back to him, her eyes feverishly wide and humid with entreaty: "Aw, please, for gosh sakes, Sheriff, don't do it in front'a them, it's no fair!"
"Close your trap, Elora honey," he good-naturedly retorted. "You know perfectly well old Ed Buxley has been complaining you ain't putting out the way you ought, seeing as how he's given you a job and taken you right into his own home. Now if you'd rather go back to jail a spell and then be sent to your Aunt Myrtle or maybe the reformatory, I can arrange that easy as pie."
"Oh gosh no!" Elora looked even more frightened as she twisted her slim fingers together and nervously bit her lips.
"Well then, let's get started. Now, Dan, you gotta tell me what you want."
"Well, I got us two masks so our faces won't show good. You know why, Ben. We'll start by having both the gals bent over the table and their hind ends ready for the licking. Wendy can do that while I take the first shots, and then you can give Bobo her fan tailing while Wendy shoots the film. Me, I'll be right glad to take care of that cute long-legged redhead you brought with you tonight, Ben." He winked meaningfully at the grinning Sheriff.
"Oh please, D-Daddy," Barbara spoke up in a choking voice, her cheeks a flaming red, "don't do it to me in front of them, I don't deserve it, I've been a good girl, you know I have!"
"Sure you have, Bobo honey," Dan Wainright patted her shoulder. "If you hadn't been, I'd really give you a good sound licking. Anyhow, you know how itchy you get between those cute long legs of yours once your hind end gets nice and red and hot, so it'll make it easier for you to give old Ben here what he's been asking me for ever since you started growing up."
"Ohhhh-you mean he-" Barbara couldn't finish, glancing first at the smirking law officer, then back at her grinning stepfather. "Oh no! That's awful-it-it's not right, not with somebody else, D-Daddy-"
"You just keep talking like that, Bobo, and you'll really get your ass tanned raw," her stepfather angrily interposed. Then, with a wheedling smile and cajoling tone of voice, "Now listen, honey, this is just a little fun game, you might say. We ain't gonna hurt you none, not really. And you'll get a nice present next time I go to Atlanta, next Monday, I promise. Be good now. Get up, get over to that table and put your tummy over one of those pads and let your arms hang down on the other side."
Glancing around helplessly, Barbara could see that the only one on her side was poor, already sniffling, Elora. With a resigned groan, she reluctantly rose and approached the table, uneasily stood against the edge and slowly bent forward, letting her arms dangle down.
"If that ain't a sight for sore eyes and a soft pecker!" Sheriff Ben Gorton sniggered. "All right, Elora, you go lie there next to her, the same way, and be quick about it!"
Elora began to cry softly but obeyed. The two men moved forward quickly, fixing the wrists of both sniffling penitents to the leather cuffs at the ends of the half-legs, thus stretching them both in the most suggestive of poses. The leather pads arched up their bottoms provocatively, and Wendy's eyes shone with sensual excitement at the prospect of what was going to happen.
Dan Wainright busied himself behind the camera, adjusting the lens, making sure the shutter was working, and then called, "All right, Wendy, you can start pulling Bobo's panties down."
Barbara groaned and closed her eyes, tightening all her muscles. Bent over as she was and stretched along the table, her mini-skirt had already hiked up enough to show several inches of luscious creamy thigh and the glossy black fabric of her tight-fitting panties. Her cheeks burned furiously as she felt Wendy's fingers graze the ripe summits of her tightening bottom, then insert under the waistband and slowly peel them down as one might peel a grape till they reached her knees. Dan Wainright called out several instructions to the blonde as he rapidly took pictures. Wendy now posed with her left palm placed on the small of Barbara's back, lifting her right hand and then bringing it forward to make impact with the huddling creamy buttocks of the dark-brunette youngster. Elora, her eyes huge with consternation, her cheeks flaming with shame, watched this as she looked back. Once again she implored the Sheriff to give her, her punishment in private, but to spare her this humiliation, a plea which was of course completely ignored. Now Wendy moved behind the red-haired runaway and began to tug down the cutoffs, after which she rolled down the skimpy pink panties, twisting one inside the other around Elora's shapely knees.
The round jutting creamy bottom of Barbara and spacious pale-milky-rosy-flecked oval posterior of Elora were now proffered, tightly arched up by the pads, the soft pink twitching cuntal lips of both frantically embarrassed teenagers lasciviously displayed through the elevation of the pads.
Wendy now posed with Elora as she had done with Barbara, the redhead whimpering and squirming uneasily, and it took the Sheriff's stern admonition that she would really be punished if she kept carrying on like that to quiet her. At last Wendy moved back to the camera and Dan Wainright substituted for her behind the tearful redhead.
"Now you know how to operate this thing, Wendy, I showed you enough," he called to the lush blonde. "Take some of me and Elora and some of Ben and Bobo, then use the viewfinder and take us both. Here's your mask, Ben, and I'll put mine on." So saying, he donned a black eye-mask bought at an Atlanta dime store and tossed a similar one to the lanky Sheriff.
"We'll start with jist a hand spanking to warm the gals up a spell," he now announced, his horny palm caressing Elora's luscious bottom ovals while the redhead, after glancing back at him and uttering a stifled cry of desperate shame, promptly turned her face back and closed her eyes, tightening all her muscles in a supreme defense against this mortifying ordeal.
Both men now planted themselves to the left of their respective victims, and it was plain to see that each was delighted with this substitution. Patting Elora's squirming buttocks and then playfully slipping his forefinger between her quivering long thighs to touch the soft pink lips of her invitingly gaping cunt, Dan Wainright muttered softly, "I won't hurt you too much, honey, if you promise to give me a real good fucking when I'm done taking all these nice pictures, get me?"
The Sheriff, his face already flushed and his eyes sparkling through the slits of the mask, was fondling and squeezing Barbara's shuddering, tightening creamy buttocks, acquainting himself with the luscious resilience of her tempting young flesh. "Don't worry, honey, you got too cute a butt to mark up much. I'll jist warm your sweet ass enough so you and me can have ourselves a good hot fuck," he huskily promised.
"Ready, Wendy?" Dan Wainright called back to the blonde at the camera.
At her nod, he raised his right hand and delivered a sonorous spank to the redhead's naked upper right buttock. With a squeal, Elora wriggled forward, trying to kick up her legs, but the tangled cutoffs and panties hampered the movement. Nevertheless, the contortions and weavings of her magnificent bare bottom and upper thighs were fascinating, and the camera duly recorded them as Wendy clicked the shutter.
Sheriff Ben Gorton, rolling up Barbara's mini-dress a little higher along her smooth, deeply hollowed back, patted her flinching bottom a few times, then lifted his right hand and brought it down hard against the very center of her right buttock. "Oww!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched, uneasy voice, glancing back apprehensively and jerking, her wrists tethered in the immutable leather cuffs.
The spanking now resumed, as both men warmed to their task. Wendy, licking her lips, her eyes shining, worked the camera steadily while the sonorous, crisp Smack-Crack-Thwack of male palm against naked, jiggling, squirming, reddening bare female bottom globes was heard. It was punctuated at times by sobs, wails and squeals as the energetic and enthusiastic spankers grew more and more excited by the vivid crimson coloring their hands imparted to those luscious naked young bottoms and perceived the frantic contortions and weavings which exposed in the most licentious way the soft pink palpitating lips of the teenagers' pouting cunts.
"Oww, I'll be good, Mr. W-Wainright, please, s-sir," Elora tearfully implored as Barbara's stepfather's heavy hand flattened the base of her left buttock and made her lunge forward over the table, again trying to kick up both legs and to twist her burning hips away from the relentless spanking.
"Eeeeoww-oh please, I'll do anything!" Barbara implored from her side of the table as the Sheriff's sturdy hand smacked emphatically over the shadowy crease of both reddened buttocks at their very center.
"That'll do for a spell, Wendy honey," Dan Wainright hoarsely ordered. Then, opening the fly of his pants, under which he had worn no shorts for this occasion, he liberated his bulging prick and gripped the quivering reddened edges of Elora's lithe naked hips as he pressed himself homeward toward the enticement of her palpitating pink cunt.
"Oh no, Sheriff, you didn't say he was going to f-fuck me, oh don't let him, please, it's-it's not right!" the redhead wailed as she twisted her tearstained, contorted face back round to entreat reprieve.
"Hush your mouth, Elora girl," Ben Gorton growled as, yanking down his zipper, he liberated his bonier-looking elongated prick and playfully rubbed the swollen tip against Barbara's tempting creamy upper thighs, his hands squeezing and patting her inflamed posterior. "You know what I told you about the reformatory. Maybe a little variety'll help you give old Ed a hotter time in bed. Fact is, when we're done, I'm taking you back to his place and I'm gonna stay there to make sure you put out, Elora. Now give my good friend Dan what he needs after larruping your cute fanny!"
Barbara gasped as she felt the Sheriff's prick suddenly gouge between her quivering cuntal lips and enter along the narrow, sensitive volutes of her vaginal canal. She arched herself over the pad, desperately wanting to prove her submissive obedience lest her stepfather add another dose of corporal punishment to the already stinging heat which pervaded her luscious creamy behind. Her eyes closed very tightly, her fists clenched, she submitted as the Sheriff vigorously plowed her cuntal furrow, grunting and panting with his mounting excitement. She even abetted him by wriggling and squirming her hips about, delighting him enough to call out, "Say, Dan, you sure got Bobo broke in good, she's going to haul my ashes purty damn soon with that tight little pussy of hers!"
"Elora's not so bad either, Ben," Dan Wainright thickly gasped as he dug back and forth inside the redhead's tightening, spasming cuntal sheath, his fingers nipping her reddened buttocks and drawing squeals and sobs from the wriggling redhead. "But watch how I turn her on, and maybe you can tell old Ed how to do it for hisself tonight when he gets her back in bed. See?" He delved his right forefinger between their bodies, and Elora's face suddenly lifted, eyes widening, for he had nudged her quivering clitoris and was rubbing and prodding it lingeringly.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Sheriff Ben Gorton snickered. "You sure got Elora wiggling good now, Dan boy. Let's see if your little gal is built the same way. Seems like to me when a cute young gal gets her ass warmed a little, her front end gets twice as hot." With this, he emulated Barbara's stepfather, his forefinger slyly rubbing Barbara's well-developed clitoris, which made the dark-brunette teenager at once convulsively start and arch her bottom back against him. "Well, damn if she ain't the same randy way! Let's fuck, Dan, let's make these little gals cum along with us or else get another licking!"
Dan Wainright nodded to Wendy to take more pictures of this orgiastic scene, though he wasn't quite certain whether he could or ought to sell them. He knew one thing, he wanted to keep them as souvenirs of one of the most exciting evenings he'd ever had in all his life. Continuing to frig Elora's clit, he thrust more rapidly than ever inside her tight, quaking cunt, and was soon rewarded by her wild, prolonged squeal as her body leaped and surged over the table, than sagged and trembled in the throes of hot girl-cum.
Barbara, though all her instincts of young-girlish modesty bade her try to hold back from this total, degrading surrender to another man in the presence of her stepfather and his kept wontah as well as her young companion in misery, was equally unable to hold herself back as the Sheriff rubbed her clit back and forth and accelerated his vigorous digs inside her churning cuntal groove. At last, with a sobbing cry, tilting up her congested, tearstained face, her fingernails digging into her sweating palms, she felt her insides gush into molten lava, and she lay gasping and shivering over the table, as the hot viscous spew of the Sheriff's ejaculating prick lashed the deepest recesses of her throbbing cunt.
"Say, I got a terrific idea for a sexy picture, something I always wanted to see," the Sheriff lazily drawled after pulling out of Barbara's dripping cunt and mopping his prick with a handkerchief. "I'd sure like to see both those cute gals give your Wendy's pussy a nice loving daughterly kiss, I would!"
"That's a helluva good idea, Ben! I'll take the pictures myself. Wendy, keep on just your bra and stockings 'n pumps and garter belt and get over there in front of the table. Put your hands in the gals' hair and yank them a little to make them kiss pussy while I take the pictures. You, Ben, take your belt and sort of pretend to whack their cute bare asses to make them do it, see?" Dan Wainright excitedly directed from behind the camera.
Wendy blushed, but was nothing loath. As she removed the housecoat and then snugged down her panties and stepped out of them, she caught the Sheriff's appreciative eyes glisteningly fixed on the thick dark-blonde muff of her cunt and the shapely full thighs and deep-dimpled bare belly. Moving in front of the table, she began with Elora, twisting her fingers into the thick pageboy coppery tresses of the runaway and forcing the girl's tearstained, scarlet face up against her thick cuntal bush. "Kiss and suck me nice, honey," she purred as the Sheriff, having unbuckled his belt, doubled it, lifted it, and applied an encouraging though light swipe diagonally over Elora's scarlet-tinted bare bottom globes.
"Oww, please don't lick me no more, I'll do anything you say!" Elora wailed, squirming and lunging, then at once applied a tremulous kiss to Wendy's cunt.
"Got it!" Dan Wainright exulted as he clicked the shutter. "Take a couple more, then try Bobo the same way."
"Oh please don't make me do that, I don't want to!" Barbara tearfully implored.
"You mind what I tell you to do, Bobo, or I'll borrow Ben's belt and it won't be lovetaps I lay on that sexy ass of yours, gal!" her stepfather menaced.
With a forlorn sigh, Barbara awaited her own turn. In a few moments, blonde Wendy moved over to her, seized her long beribboned braid and yanked at it. "All right, little daughter," she mocked the scarlet-faced teenager, "show some respect to Mummy's pussy now or I'll have your daddy really lay the belt on that naughty big ass of yours!"
Shuddering with humiliation, Barbara closed her eyes and furtively obeyed. Wendy gave her hair another yank, hissing, "I didn't hardly feel that at all, now you'd better do it right or else!" at which the Sheriff encouraged the squirming, unhappy teenager with a noisy smack of the belt straight across the upper curves of her reddened bottom-cheeks.
"That's great!" Dan Wainright called. "That'll do just fine for tonight. Now, Wendy, you been real helpful. Want to give my friend Ben some real Wainright hospitality? You know what I mean. Ben, I bet you kinda go for Wendy's pussy. You're welcome to a piece right now-isn't he, honey?"
"Sure, if you say so, honey," Wendy blithely remarked. The fact was that all of this had made her extremely lustful, particularly the reluctant kisses and tonguings which the two girls had applied to her seething cunt. She moved over to the couch and sprawled herself accommodatingly, knees up in the air and yawned apart. "Come on, Sheriff, let's see if you're as good as my Dan," she urged.
"Now this is what I call right neighborly, Dan boy, and I won't forget it," Ben Gorton panted as he hurried over to the couch. His prick had already stiffened again, and a few cajoling caresses from Wendy's soft hand got him into adequate erection for this first visitation into her tender and still delightfully tight cuntal sheath. Her legs and arms locked round him, and her tongue at once began to dart between his lips as she welcomed him for her own much-needed lubricious fulfillment.
Barbara watched, scandalized and shamed, and yet inwardly the fires of sensual awakening were raging. Her buttocks twisted back and forth, as if she were still agitating them under the heat of a renewed spanking. The lips of her cunt twitched and shrank and quivered incessantly, and she could feel the warm molten glow of new desire surging within her, prickling the flesh of her tensing thighs, stiffening the dark tips of her firm young nipples.
But it was Elora who received the brunt of Dan Wainright's rekindled lust at watching Wendy and the Sheriff over on the couch. Spitting on a forefinger and rubbing it against the dainty puckering rosette of Elora's asshole, he suddenly jammed himself into the tender narrow orifice, despite her wild cries of protest and discomfort, and vigorously buggered her. He looked over to watch Barbara's bottom squirming and wriggling and told himself that he was saving her last cherry for a very special occasion.
But, since he was a goodhearted man and could reward merit as well as punish, he eased Elora's pangs by rubbing her clit with his forefinger as he dug back and forth inside her quaking asshole till at last the sobbing redhead found furious release.