Chapter 2
The flight was uneventful but Dee was too wide awake to sleep. She stared out the window most of the trip watching the darkness. When they touched down, Dee was tired. The webbing of her seat belt seemed to be cutting into her very waist by then, cinched as it was so tightly that it threw her proud, high-set breasts into nipple-outlining profile.
She pulled the hem of her skirt down over the voluptuous swell of her thighs and crossed her slender nylon-clad ankles, stealing another glance at her wonderful father in the adjoining seat.
Tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, she thought, in a devilish, silken sort of way. Her father had relaxed and slept most of the trip. She noted smugly that the smattering of curling gray hair at his temples made him without a doubt the most distinguished-looking man on the plane.
After they had checked into their adjoining motel rooms, her father, Harry Cooke, suggested Dee take a nap until later in the day so she would feel like having dinner with him. He had a few calls to make.
Later Harry stealthily opened the connecting door and peered into the adjoining suite at the soundly sleeping form of his daughter, Dee. Good! he thought. She took my advice about that nap ...and now I can go see about a woman! He chuckled. Every time he was in Los Angeles he had a procurer who supplied him with a different woman.
After he had placed a few phone calls, lining up his appointments for the week, he caught a cab and went out to a house he knew in the Silver Lake district near Hollywood.
The madame was happy to see her favorite client.
"I have just the girl for you. A nice young Mexican girl I just got in from Tijuana," she said. "Do you want to try her now? Then I can send her over to your motel later on."
"Sure," Harry said, "why not? I'm horny as usual."
From the shimmering wealth of her waist-length raven hair to her pink-lacquered toenails, Maria's kneeling form was a mass of excited, quivering gooseflesh. Delicately, she grasped the stalk of lust-purpled flesh sticking straight up from between Harry Cooke's hair-covered legs which pressed on both sides of her submissive form. Her long, fine-boned feet dangled over the edge of the bed, her toes curled in breathless anticipation. Slowly, she peeled the wealth of his foreskin down over his crimson, egg-sized knob, then back up again in a gently milking motion that caused a cloudy pearl of jism to pool at the inflamed split in the tip. Then, her mouth opened widely to receive him, the mammoth size of his prick rendering it impossible for her to absorb more than the head of it into her succulent oral cavern.
And then, abruptly, his steely fingers wound into her hair and pulled her excitedly bobbing face from his dripping flesh. "On second thought," he reflected lewdly, "I think that I would like to take you in the ass." And immediately, the lithe-bodied young prostitute assumed the required position.
Maria could see her reflection in the full-length mirror that adorned one wall of the room. Her entire body was flushed an angry pink from the excitement and the heat of the warm summer night, and her dimpled buttocks waved sensuously from side to side in lusty anticipation as the lecherous man positioned himself behind her, his massive erection bobbing menacingly before him like a medieval standard with an apple impaled on the end of it.
Maria felt the bed sag as Harry Cooke climbed up behind her. She felt her hips being grasped and positioned slightly, then his middle finger pressing against the crinkled ring of her asshole. Tauntingly, the fingers of his free hand toyed roughly with her clitoris and vaginal lips.
"Do you like ass fucking?" he queried lewdly.
"It is not my place to question your desires," Maria said simply, in precise English, with just a trace of accent. Yet, she felt the preliminary tingles of mixed dread and anticipation course up her spine.
"Now, isn't that too bad?" Cooke rasped sadistically. "I should think a lovely little whore like you would love it."
Maria felt the lewd man's strong fingers drawing away from her hinder parts and caught his reflection in the mirror as he daubed a huge gob of spit on the head of his angry penis.
Oh, God, he is huge! She panicked. Surely I'll be split in two!
Suddenly, she was aware that he was watching her facial expression in the mirror. "Scared, Maria?" he mocked with a lascivious grin.
The moment the pressure began against her nether ring, the girl reached out and gripped the cotton sheets with her fingers, biting her lips to keep from crying out, closing her eyes against the unaccustomed pain.
"I normally prefer younger girls for this form of pleasure," Harry Cooke said calmly, never ceasing his forward momentum. "But I must satisfy myself with you until the time is right for the young one I have in mind."
"AAAuuuggghhh!" Maria protested uselessly. "D-don't, please. I'll suck it for you ...anything but this!"
And then, she felt his foreskin being stretched as the long, thick shaft was slowly pressured forward into the narrow, quivering tunnel of her ass. There was a momentary pause, then suddenly it popped inside, past her tightly clenched sphincter ring. "For the love of God, please stop!" she gasped tearfully.
"It's going to hurt a lot more before it gets better!" Harry Cooke spat sadistically. "But don't worry, you'll soon come to love it."
"It hurts too much! No! Please take it out! I can't take it this way!"
"Oh, come now, Maria. You mean to tell me a whore like you has never had it in your asshole?"
Painfully, the young prostitute turned her face to the reflection in the mirror, to her willowy loveliness postured slavishly before the man whose cock was just beginning to fuck into her asshole. Yet, despite the initial revulsion the reflection engendered within her, she couldn't deny the sudden masochistic thrill that coursed up her spine, too. Oh, God, I'm unable to move! she thought as he surged even deeper into her vainly restricting little rectum. His immense penis, like an angry mailed fist, seeped into her body relentlessly an excruciating fraction of an inch at a time, stretching her anal passage beyond all reason. No, no! He'll split me in two! How could any woman ever get any pleasure out of this! Harry Cooke was actually drooling now as he stared down at Maria's moonlike golden ass, seeing the reddish flesh of her round little anus clinging to his cock like a second skin as he drew back slightly with every forward stroke. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable, even for him, but now it was just right, promising to milk out his sperm in that special climax that came from this type of fucking. It wouldn't be long, at this rate, until he felt the torrent of his come gurgling into the peach-hued softness of the bitch's ass.
"OOOooohhh, you're killing me!" she choked.
Cooke only laughed again at her agonized protests, and she dug her nails into her palms and bit her lips to try not to show the true depth of her humiliated agony. Then, oddly, the pain began to slacken slightly, even though his forward penetration of her continued unabated until she felt the prickly sensation of his pubic hair grazing the soft crevice between the cheeks of her ass. He was in to the hilt! And all she felt was numb!
"See, Maria? You're still alive now, aren't you?" he chortled, cruelly mauling the pliant flesh of her narrow waist in his viselike grip.
"Y-yes," she replied, surprising even herself. "I am."
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Harry, glassy- eyed, began to saw in and out of the girl's stretched asshole, striking a lewd cadence of syrupy friction. She felt oddly wet and morbidly ashamed, and she automatically squirmed back onto his fleshy penis, heaving and undulating her body, moving her rounded young hips back in tiny welcoming circles as if she were actually reveling in the unnatural invasion. With a peculiar reversal of her initial fears, the pain and discomfort began to fade from her mind, only to be replaced by a weird, masochistic desire.
It began to tingle through her, bringing her clitoris erect and quivering, her nipples distended to an almost painful hardness, and her wide-stretched rectum to a delightfully heated fountain of pleasure. Her hips ground back to him in enjoyment with each jolting thrust of the huge prick in her bowels, as her full golden breasts juggled obscenely beneath her bent and yielding torso, the very tips of her swollen nipples teasing against the raspy cotton sheets below.
"How is it now?" Harry Cooke leered commandingly down at her as he watched her changing reactions in the mirror. "Is it good like I said it would be?"
Dear God, she was loving every second of it! She was finding absolute lust in being fucked in the ass by such a monstrous prick ...just as he'd said she would! "Oh, yes, yes!"
Harry's cruelly mauling fingers left' the supple trimness of her waist then to course lightly up her sides and down to her breasts. Slowly, he began to knead them, yet with a steel-gripped authority, his fingers like talons I . . mauling, squeezing, twisting. She was how delirious with delight, and she reached down with one hand to tenderly caress his dangling balls, then forward slightly to the throbbing triangle of ebony hair at her cunt.
Quickly then, she plunged her long middle finger into her open dripping sheath, the nail scraping the soft interior flesh in its rush to embed itself. She could feel Cooke's sperm-filled testicles slapping against the back of her hand as she groaned to the tempo of the double fucking. She dropped her head for a moment and looked between her tortured breasts to where her finger was sunk deep up in her pulsing pussy, and felt another lewd thrill at the visual depravity of it. It was wonderful!
"Fuck back harder, you little whore!" Harry Cooke yelled down at her. "Move that ass!"
"Yes! Anything! Only, come! Please come in meeeeee!" Maria's belly began to convulse then, in long, shattering quivers. She ...was ...almost ...there! "AAAUUUGGGRRRHHHH! I'm commmmmmmiiiiMinnnnnngggg!"
The finish had come for Cooke as well, as thick hot jets of his sticky semen began to squirt into the young prostitute's hotly caressing anus, filling her tender young bowels with the lewd enema of his passionate excretions. Maria thrust her buttocks back to him in wild abandon now, her every muscle contracting as though she were in the midst of an epileptic seizure.
Still, he kept coming! It felt like he was pumping a pint of it into her asshole. She groaned and squealed like a shameless sow, wallowing in the wickedness of the act she was performing.
"Well?" Harry Cooke chortled down at her, feeling the final spurt of his semen entering Maria's already filled bottom. "Did you finally like it?"
Oh God, how could she not like it!
Meanwhile back in the motel, Dee was brushing her silken brown hair. She was pleased to see it gleaming like polished walnut. She slipped into the new dress she had brought with her. She knew her dad would appreciate what the simple uncluttered lines did for her figure, showing off every voluptuous curve and making her look like something out of a fashion magazine.
She stared at herself in the makeup mirror as she applied a light touch of blusher to her cheeks, then ran her finger across the row of perfumes she had brought, finally choosing a faintly musky fragrance that would make her smell as good as she felt she looked.
When Harry Cooke arrived back at the motel and saw his daughter he let out a low wolf whistle, his eyes roving lecherously up and down her lusciously attired figure as she modeled the dress for him. His eyes bulged their approval as she turned to show off the soft full curves of her breasts outlined beneath the tightly fitting bodice. His lecherous mind burned evilly.
Dee pivoted slowly, beaming happily as she noted the appreciative look on her dad's handsome face.
"Let's go," her father said. "I want to show you off to my business friends."
After dinner, the man her father was having dinner with said, "Dee, my child, your father and I have a lot to talk about tonight, and so I have arranged for my son to take you to a show." He smiled. "Would you like that?"
"Uh, I suppose so," she answered, but she really wasn't too happy. She wanted to stay with her father, but she knew he had to take care of his business and perhaps he didn't want her in the way.
When the son showed up, the man introduced him. "This is my son, Jerry."
Dee smiled up at him. He was a handsome young man, around nineteen, she figured.
They chatted for a while, then her dad said, "You two run along, Dee, and I'll see you back at the motel later on tonight."
"All right, dad," Dee answered dejectedly, and turned as the young man took her arm to guide her from the room.
"And have a good time!" her dad called after her.
Dee stayed close to Jerry as they left the restaurant. In his car headed toward Holly-wood, Jerry said, "I hope you're game for anything. I know a place that has a Double X-rated floor show. You only get in by invitation and I have one. What do you think?"
Dee shrugged. "Okay, I guess." But she did feel a tingle of excitement at the prospect of seeing one of the wild Hollywood shows she had heard about.
When they reached the large house, Dee saw quite a few cars parked alongside. Inside they passed through a beaded curtain and down a long hall to a darkened room at the end. The only light in the room lit a small stage that dominated the far end.
"W-what's in there?" Dee whispered as she and Jerry neared the door.
"Shhhhh!" he cautioned. "Just keep quiet and come with me!"
She followed him into the darkened chamber and sat down next to him on a low chaise somewhere near the center of the room. She felt a tremor of trepidation in her belly as she sat next to her father's friend's son.
Jerry excused himself momentarily, and Dee used the time he was gone to accustom herself to her surroundings. Unbuckling the straps of her shoes, she removed them and wriggled her nylon-encased toes into the nap of the carpet, relaxingly. Leaning back against the cushions, she placed her hands at her sides and felt the warm crushed leather of the chaise with her slender fingers.
"Here we are, Dee," Jerry said, returning with a large tumbler of wine in each hand. "I brought us some refreshments."
Dee felt the cushions of the chaise sag slightly under his weight just as the curtain opened to reveal on the stage a room that looked, to Dee, like something out of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, it was so luxurious and ornate. Everything was colored in bright hues, and a huge round bed in rich silver satin dominated the center of the stage. The walls were lined with brilliant tapestries and the carpet looked soft and deep.
At first glance, Dee thought the room looked quite pretentious with its elaborate and voluptuous furnishings, but as she studied it more closely, it began to interest her. She had never seen anything like it before, and yet, she had the feeling that wonderful and exciting things could happen in that setting. There was nothing practical about the room; it was almost as though it had been made for pure pleasure.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as a young girl entered from one side of the stage. Dee thought that she was one of the most beautiful girls she'd ever seen. Her figure was slender and perfectly proportioned, and her face wore the happy smile of anticipation. Except for her long red hair, Dee thought the girl looked as though she belonged in that beautiful room. The girl was wearing a harem outfit, complete with sateen bolero top and transparent pants.
As if reading her thoughts, Jerry draped his arm around the back of the cushions and squeezed Dee's shoulder as if to reassure her.
"Lovely, isn't she?" he said softly.
Dee nodded dumbly, only partially listening to his words. Her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. While he had been talking, two men had come into the ornate bedroom setting. Dee was momentarily fearful for the safety of the lovely girl with those men, but one look at the girl's face was enough to quiet her worry. Far from appearing frightened, the girl appeared poised and joyfully expectant as she stood motionless beside the bed. As the two unsmiling men approached her, she closed her eyes and a smile of delight played across her mouth.
Dee shifted nervously in her seat. None of this was making sense to her. The plush bedroom, the two ominous-looking men, and especially the pretty girl's reactions, were confusing her. She was not quite sure what she had been expecting, but she hadn't been prepared for anything like this, and she was thoroughly bewildered and a little apprehensive.
The two men were standing on either side of the attractive girl in the gaudy setting, and slowly, as if teasing her, they began to run their hands over her body. Dee could see that they were barely touching her, and yet the girl responded as though she had been shocked with an electric wire. Her whole body tensed, then trembled slightly as the men's fingertips traveled up and down her torso, lingering provocatively at certain areas of sensitivity.
Dee felt suddenly embarrassed. She stirred restlessly on the leather chaise, but Jerry's arm tightened around her shoulder.
"You must sit still and watch this!" he said firmly.
Realizing that she had no choice in the matter, Dee clenched her jaw and forced herself to go on watching the spectacle before her. As she watched, she saw the two men slowly slip the little bolero top down from around the redheaded girl's shoulders. Dee gasped as the girl's firm, ripe breasts burst into freedom. They stood high and proud, their quivering, turgid nipples standing out in obvious sexual arousal.
They slipped the garment slowly downwards, exposing the girl's slender, sinewy torso. Then, as they repeated their performance with the girl's diaphanous leg coverings, her rusty pubic vee, thighs, and calves came into view. As her costume was tossed aside, the little redhead stretched languidly, as though to display her body to the two men, but still their faces showed no interest or emotion.
For a moment, Dee wondered if perhaps they hadn't seen the girl like that many times before!
The girl lay back on the bed now and smiled up at the two men as they stood beside her. Dee could see her mouth opening and closing as they began to massage her breasts in tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into exquisite hardness. Her feet were pointed directly at the audience, and as the girl's legs scissored open and closed in her mounting passion, Dee could see the thin slit of her vagina, nestled like a glistening pink blossom in the auburn softness of her pubic hair. Her buttocks began to squirm slowly down against the satin spread on the bed, and sheer wanton desire gleamed from the girl's half-closed eyes as one of the men began to work his finger up and down the length of the girl's wet, pink slit.
Dee squirmed nervously against the cushions of the chaise and felt an electric tingle of sensation as a hard seam brushed against her vulva. It feels good! she thought in surprise, and somewhere in her mind she was wishing that she could put her finger up inside of herself. Something about what was going on up on the stage was making her feel that hot, itchy feeling between her legs. As she sat completely engrossed in what was happening on the stage, Dee suddenly realized that she was breathing harder and her mouth felt very dry. Once again, as if reading her mind, Jerry came to her rescue, reminding her that she had a glass of wine.
Without thinking, Dee downed the refreshing liquid, attempting to cool some of the warmth the salacious images on stage were transmitting to her own body. The soothing warmth of the wine quickly spread through her tingling body and made her thankful that Jerry had given it to her.
Completely fascinated now, she stared at the girl on the bed. Under the expert hands of the two men, she seemed to be going mad as she thrashed on the rumpled coverlet, and Dee imagined that she was begging for something, pleading frantically for some kind of release from the excitement that the men had generated in her naked body.
Relaxed by the potent beverage she had drunk so quickly, Dee squirmed down on the cushion again, not caring if Jerry observed her movements or not. She could feel the wetness spreading between her thighs and she wriggled slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The warm leather rubbed ex- against her tiny rising clitoris through the material of her dress. With a sudden burst of perspective, Dee abruptly realized that something strange was happening to her. She had never felt like this before. Was it the pornographic act that she was watching, she wondered, or the wine? Whatever it was, she didn't want to think about it now. Her fascination with the scene in front of her was beginning to stimulate new sensations in her young body, even against her will. Dee leaned back on the chaise, still careful not to break contact with the edge of the leather cushion pressed into the damp crevice between her fevered young thighs, and found herself leaning into Jerry's muscular arm. Too distraught to even think about what she was doing, she allowed herself to relax against it and again directed her attention to the figures on the stage. She barely noticed when Jerry's hand dropped down to the rising swell of her breast.
Suddenly, she saw the two men move away from the girl on the bed. Dee gasped in sympathy for the girl as she watched her stare pleadingly up at the men, begging incoherently with a mouth contorted by passion. Their faces remained stony and unconcerned. But the girl on the bed was worked to such a fever pitch of passion that she now wanted nothing but release ...any way she could get it.
Turning away in despair from her tormentors, the girl began to run her own hands frantically over her belly, her fingertips dancing over her smooth, firm belly and coming to a halt at the silken hair of her heaving pubic mound. Dee could hear the girl's moan as her fingers slipped downward to the soft, hair-covered lips of her pussy and spread them slowly apart until the wet pink cleft was fully visible, and the glistening, mouth-like opening gaped hungrily. The girl's wanton grinding movements slowed to a halt as she slowly inserted her own middle finger into the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt.
Dee felt petrified with shock as she watched the girl stroking her own obviously inflamed clitoris while the two men stood by and watched in detached amusement. She felt Jerry's big hand squeeze tighter on her breast, but she no longer had the will to protest. She felt hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased in tempo, and she pushed her other index finger next to the one already worming itself inside the warm lips of her excitedly contracting vagina.
The girl's legs thrashed out and her hips rose and fell in time with the deeply probing thrusts of her twin digits. Then, suddenly, Dee gasped as she saw the girl add yet another finger to the invasion of her wet passage, widening the surrounding pink lips until they were thin with strain.
The shock of the sight brought Dee back to reality, and only Jerry's tight grasp on her tingling breast kept her from leaping to her feet and running from the room. Dee was witnessing a scene from a part of her life that she had never known, and it was too much for her to accept all at once. She wanted to escape, but how?
The burly young Jerry sensed her inner struggle and tightened his grip on her shoulder, then whispered into her ear with insistence in his tone, "Relax, Dee! You want to draw attention to yourself?"
Defeated, Dee slumped back against his arm. The relaxing warmth of the wine he had given her drifted lazily through her veins, again easing her mind of fear at the passion raging around in her body. Though still somewhat baffled by what was going on around her and inside of her, she foggily determined that she should still keep her guard up ...even as she leaned back against Jerry's strong shoulder.
The girl on the bed had become like a crazed demon, her face contorted with the effort of her frantic manipulations. Dee could see her fingers driving in deeper and harder into the tight pink opening as her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Her eyes were wild with frustration, yet still she tried, her hand beating a mad rhythm against her joggling, heaving buttocks, faster and wilder with each passing second of her struggle for orgasm.
Suddenly, Dee jumped, her hand grabbing Jerry's arm tightly, as she saw a wicked-looking little dwarf enter the scene in the bedroom. The girl also responded in terror, her - eyes widening and her hand flying to her mouth to keep from screaming. Dee shuddered in fear as she saw the girl try to rise from the bed, but stop quickly as the ugly little dwarf moved toward her, shouting menacingly.
"W-What are they going to do to that poor girl?" Dee managed to gasp to Jerry beside her as she saw the ugly little man immediately jump onto the bed and stand threateningly over the cowering, frightened young girl, his large head positioned just above her vulnerably naked crotch.
"Just watch, Dee," Jerry answered smugly.
Dee sat tensed on the edge of the chaise, closely identifying with the young redhead who now lay paralyzed with fear on the bed. Yet, something about the situation excited and fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The weird thought of that monstrously ugly dwarf hovering over that beautiful, defenseless girl sent unexpected shivers of a strange, feverish excitement tingling through her, and she trembled uncontrollably for a moment. Somewhere ...in another world ...Jerry was urging her to drink her wine.
The wine had not only relaxed her body, but was beginning to wear down her resistance to what was occurring around her. She couldn't muster the will to resist as she felt the boy reach inside her dress to cup the trembling, sensitive breast he had been touching so intimately through her clothing. He trapped its already distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she was amazed at how good it felt if she didn't allow herself to fight the welling sensation of it. Her nipples were already hypersensitive from her excitement, and they swelled to a pebble-like hardness under Jerry's skilled hand.
Suddenly, it seemed silly to Dee that she had been so frightened and humiliated only moments before. There was a strange fascination in the lewd debauchery of her surroundings, and she felt herself being drawn relentlessly into a whirlpool of new, deliriously wicked passions. She squirmed tighter in her seat, feeling the cushion pressing deeper into the rapidly moistening little crevice down between her thighs. The smoothness of the leather excited the sensitive pink lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny waves of pleasure throbbing in the swollen bud of her clitoris.
Her thoughts returned to the stage as she heard a slight, involuntary gasp from the young man beside her. The little dwarf was lowering his head to the helpless girl's upturned pussy, and suddenly his tongue shot out and slid over the tender pink flesh, all the way from the tightly puckered hole of her anus to the tiny, burning nodule of her clitoris. The girl tensed, then tried to squirm away, and Dee saw the other two men move closer to the bed as though to restrain her if it became necessary. The dwarf dropped his great head and licked again, his long tongue parting her soft pubic hair and flicking relentlessly between the little redhead's legs.
Dee's entire body was covered with goose-bumps created by her first contact with the sexual stimulation that results from indulging in the forbidden fruit of loveless sex. She couldn't believe the change that was coming over the girl on the bed. Suddenly, her terrified squirming ceased, and she began raising her buttocks to meet each and every lapping stroke of the dwarf's long, saliva-dripping tongue. Then, to Dee's amazement, the girl, her eyes bulging wide with desire, reached down and grasped the ugly little man's head, kicking her legs up to pull his damp face into her well-lubricated and hungry vagina.
It was as though the girl had undergone a complete metamorphosis. Jerking and writhing on the satin bedspread, she thrust her pelvis upward to meet each ravishing thrust of the dwarfs tongue. Her lips stretched out, baring her teeth, and Dee could hear the girl's incoherent shrieks for more, pleading and encouraging the little man drooling between her legs.
But, once again, Dee saw that the girl was going to-be denied her fulfillment. The little man pulled away suddenly and sat back on his haunches, leering down at the desperate, questioning look on her face. "Suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered sadistically. Her face a mask of indignation and horror, the girl shook her head violently in reply to the ugly man's words, but a moment later, Dee saw the girl's expression change to a mixture of resignation and lust. Her natural resistance had vanished under the maddening torture of the dwarf's tongue and, fighting down her revulsion, the girl bent over to touch the semi-hard penis that hung so far down between his legs.
Dee's heart beat crazily as she watched the girl take hold of the lust-swollen red rod and begin to milk it, first gently, then with increasing vigor as she gained confidence. Dee flinched in fear as he began responding, his natural savage lust kindling and jerking his muscles to life, but the girl labored slowly and carefully, squirming her buttocks into the satin spread to further ignite the fires raging in her loins.
" A strange combination of pleasure and fear showed on the little redhead's face as the glistening wet penis hardened instantly, dancing and jerking in her hand as the ugly dwarf began to hump obscenely and squirt tiny jets of semen onto the bed. Then, at a command from the ugly dwarf, the girl twisted around on the bed, then climbed up on her hands and knees.
Dee, too, was beginning to wonder if she hadn't lost control of her senses. The insistent, aching hunger deep in her belly was getting stronger every moment she sat there viewing the obscene spectacle. She was breathing harder, almost gasping for air as she squirmed frantically down against the chaise cushion with the wet, swollen lips of her burning pussy, trying vainly to quell the newly aroused needs that were driving her to distraction. Jerry's hand working expertly over her swollen tingling breasts only made her more distressed, and yet, she could not find the courage ...the will to make him stop. Glassy-eyed, she gazed in abject fascination at the strange drama being enacted before her innocent eyes.
Dee suddenly became aware that her escort had again turned toward her and dropped his free hand down on her stockinged knee, slipping it upwards toward the fullness of her bare upper thigh. Startled by the unexpected contact, she tried to squirm away, but Jerry's other arm clamped tightly around her shoulders, and she could only slide her damp buttocks a short way on the leather chaise. Even in her distress, the friction of the leather and the silk of her panties against her feverishly excited young pussy sent a flash of electrifying sensation up her spine. The lecherous young man was lifting the hem of her dress, sliding his huge hand along the naked flesh of her inner thighs. She uttered a low, helpless groan of despair as his other hand gave a sudden, vicious pinch to one distended nipple, sending a shock of exquisite pleasure shooting through her body. Her eyes remained on the lascivious, unnatural activities on the stage as she clenched her teeth together, fighting with all her remaining strength to control the unwanted high state of passionate arousal that was threatening to devour her.
On the stage, the ugly little dwarf was mounting the young redhead's slavishly postured hindquarters. The long, thick penis began to stab blindly at the crevice of her asscheeks in a hit and miss rubbing motion that was driving the young girl wild with desire. She began to rotate her backside, trying vainly to capture the dripping scarlet cock in her starving pussy as the ugly dwarf humped forward again and again, trying to find the tender opening to her luscious young body while time after time it rubbed against her passionately swollen clitoris.
Dee held her breath, in agony with the girl on the bed, sharing her frustrations, wantonly grinding her own pelvis into the warm leather of the cushions in time to Jerry's light-fingered stroking of the naked flesh above her stocking tops. Somewhere, deep in her subconscious mind, Dee was wishing desperately that it was she, rather than the redhead on the stage, who was up on her knees ...her own ass waiting for that filthy-looking, redly inflamed penis!
Finally, as his powerful hands grasped her waist, the ruby-tipped cock she'd fought so desperately to capture slid forward in one painful lurch in conquering success. The girl winced, though pleasurably, as the dwarf's, scarlet penis drove into her to the hilt!
Suddenly Dee was aware that Jerry had inserted a meaty finger into the legband of her own panties and had begun to caress, with lingering slowness, her distended clitoris and swollen-out labia. It felt good ...wickedly good!
Dee let out a sigh of contentment as she saw that, at last, the great cock had slipped all the way into the girl's tortured pussy, spreading the vaginal lips far apart.
Wasting no time, the ugly little dwarf began to slam in and out of the girl's cunt with maniacal fury, like some big fucking machine. The redhead's face was contorted with pleasure, and her tautly swollen breasts danced beneath her torso as the dwarf pounded into her from behind, a relentless piston of gleaming red flesh driving deeper and deeper into the softness of her belly.
Dee's forehead was covered with tiny beads of perspiration as the strange scene before her took more effect on her young body and vulnerable mind.
As Jerry continued to rub her nipples and wetly distended clitoris, she started to feel all resistance flow from her body. Her mind was a jumble of confused thoughts as she became aware that nearly everyone in the room with them was also engaged in some form or other of sexual activity.
Finding that her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, Dee averted her eyes from the stage momentarily to witness, first hand, the lewd goings-on which surrounded her. Reflected in the light coming from the -stage, Dee began to make out shapes to go with the sounds and smells that had been coming at her throughout the staged act There was a black man and a blonde woman performing a frenzied sixty-nine right on the floor; and there was a nasty old man with some poor young girl riding his barely visible cock like a kid on a pogo stick ..."Oh, my God!" Dee suddenly gasped aloud.
Jerry felt the lovely girl suddenly tense beneath his mauling, meandering hands, and he wondered if she hadn't perhaps reached some sort of climax. Her babbled, barely coherent whisperings, a moment later, convinced him otherwise.
"I-It's those people ...They're ...They're, I mean..."
Jerry maintained a steady grip on Dee and answered briskly in an effort to calm her. "Yes, yes, I know. Relax, will you? I mean, we're really not much better, are we?"
His words hit Dee with crushing impact, and as she looked down at herself, with Jerry's hands stuck up inside of her dress like some teenage Lothario at a drive-in movie, a knot of revulsion formed in the pit of her stomach.
"Take me back to my motel!" she said with finality.