Chapter 3
Even as Dee turned the key in the lock of her door, she knew that her father would be furious with her for taking off like that. Still, during the ride back, she had realized that she Couldn't have ...just couldn't have stayed after what she had seen. God only knows what might have happened if she had!
She shivered for the hundredth time as the lewd image of the dwarf's long filthy penis disappearing into that poor girl's helpless pussy rushed unbidden back into her mind. If only she could talk to someone about it! she thought wistfully.
Her father was out of the question, of course. He was the finest, noblest man in the whole world, but she could never embarrass him by telling him what kind of show his business associate's son had tricked her into seeing. He'd probably kill them both, she thought proudly, and that would be awful for everybody!
This certainly has been my day, she thought. Then, happily, she remembered the bottle of wine that the management had sent to them when they checked in. She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there was to be a time, this had to be it!
Quickly, Dee uncorked it and poured herself half a water glass full. Thank God she had a good sense of humor; Dad always said a good sense of humor would get a person through anything! She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid as a pleasant burning sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the glass and went to stretch out on the couch.
Then, abruptly, her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway? Why shouldn't she have let Jerry use her body!
She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the mirrored central panel of the dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she'd been told how beautiful she was but had never paid much attention to the compliments. Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. Now, she examined herself as if she had never seen herself before.
Her face was beautiful, she decided at length, its pale delicate oval set off by the satiny brown hair which arched to a perfect widow's peak on her high forehead. She had inherited her lustrous hair and the widow's peak from her mother who was part French; her high cheekbones she attributed to her father's smattering of Norwegian. No, she decided, sipping a little more of the wine, as far as her face was concerned she had nothing to be ashamed of ...on the contrary ...and, as for her body...
Her mind jumped back to the scene at the club that evening where the shape of the unknown girl's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the bed-with her full cherry-tipped breasts swinging back and forth-was etched indelibly in her memory. Before she knew what she was doing, Dee had pulled off her dress and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them swing back and forth in profile as the girl's had done.
They were every bit as large and firm as the other girl's, Dee decided, though her aureoles and nipples were a much lighter shade of pink. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror. Even that I have to do myself, she thought dejectedly, pinching them again, but harder. God, what a dummy I am! Her nostrils flared, her parted lower lip seemed to swell and fill out, and the expression in her clear blue eyes, usually so diffident, grew suddenly bold, almost brazen. Then, almost surreptitiously, her hands left her breasts and roamed down her tautly rounded belly to the elastic band of her panties.
Completely naked now, and with another glass of wine in her hand, Dee faced herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist curving out into graceful hips. She let her hand drop to the soft dark silken vee nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find that the sensitive hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. "Cunt," she whispered to herself. "Cock." With a startling clarity the image of the dwarf's huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to her face, as if she had evoked it magically ...and she saw her own mouth open blindly toward it ...and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovaled sucking ring just the way that girl's had done.
My God, what's happening to me! she faltered again. It had seemed so real, for a moment, the ...penis ...so solid ...and my mouth had turned toward it the way a sunflower follows the sun!
Mechanically she placed the empty glass on the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance brought her to her senses. Why I'm drunk, that's all! She giggled nervously.
Dreamily, she reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs. God, I wish I had a thousand hands and fingers! With sudden urgency she went to the far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in front of the dresser, she sat and leaned back, propping the calves of her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own wetly glistening pussy lips, half parted as if in anticipation.
Then, with a delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual excitement swirling in her loins, the young brunette reached down and slowly pulled apart her cunt lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at her. With a soft smile, Dee reached her slender arm down between her outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft brown pubic curls of her little pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's good! She flinched against the electric sensations.
One palm cupped her roundly prominent mound of Venus, her long-nailed middle finger resting lightly in the tender vaginal crevice without entering it, the tip of her nail gently scraping the quiveringly erect bud of her clitoris.
Little shudders of lewd pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, slightly dipping her finger into it, teasingly. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle ...only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again ...a little deeper each time, until her finger was embedded to the palm of her hand in her hungrily accepting pussy. Oh, that feels sooo gooooooood! If only it were a little larger!
Her other hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy nipples of both her breasts, teasing the tips outwards, pinching them between her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations below. Her mind reeled again with the hot lascivious thoughts she was having: thoughts of the live sex act she had witnessed; the young redheaded girl not much older than she ...the dirty little dwarf, with his long filthy penis ...no, his cock. Oh God, what would his cock feel like? How I'd love to have his thick, hard cock in my pussy right now ...fucking me...hard.
Dee slid down a little further on the chair and spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Her free hand never ceased its fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them tightly and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming from below.
She was going to come! And, she knew that it would be a sweet and charming release, like nothing she had ever experienced before ....not ever! Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now, and her heavy breasts jiggled like gelatin as she sawed her finger in and out, faster and faster. Suddenly, she needed more! It just wasn't big enough!
Quickly, she inserted one, then another finger to the one already inside her frothing pussy. She glanced up at the mirror at her slavishly postured figure, and it thrilled her to see her three fingers disappearing up inside her body like a make-believe cock, and she shivered lustily from head to toe as they stretched her cunt lips obscenely wide. Her hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like those of a mating mink, her tender pussy lips clinging to her fingers like the tongue of a lathing cat on the in-stroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her; with a wanton will she never realized she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her hips pumped back and forth. She shoved her glistening fingers all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her.
She stared in fascination at her nakedly crouching body with her huge milk-white breasts savagely jiggling and quivering in tempo to her lustful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the chair. Closer...closer.
It began as a ripple, then grew into a mass convulsion, as she felt an electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with anticipation. She tensed, gasping, her back arching, her breasts quivering. She was coming!
The following evening found Harry Cooke somewhat annoyed at Jerry's failure in his attempted seduction of his daughter, Dee, the night before. "Damn it, I should have known. Never send a boy to do a man's job!" he said, pacing the floor. I wanted that girl's cherry popped so she could be ready for me. Harry had been wanting his daughter for a long time, but he didn't want to take the time or trouble, nor did he like to go slow and easy in breaking a girl in. He had been horny most of his life, and if he could have a good screw with him all the time, like his daughter, then he wouldn't have to go out looking for it.
Impatiently, he glanced at his watch, muttering to himself. "Where the hell is that damned whore? She should have been here by now." Earlier he had called and made arrangements for Maria to come to his motel room.
A soft knock on the door stopped his pacing in mid-step, and he moved rapidly toward the door.
"Mr. Cooke..
"Oh, good, Maria ...come in quickly!" He pulled her in swiftly, then abruptly motioned toward the bed. "There, get on the bed."
"But, Mr. Cooke," Maria objected. "I brought along a special outfit I wanted to wear just for you. Can you give me a few minute to change?"
"Oh, I suppose so. I'll sneak out to the bar and have a drink. Back in ten minutes."
When he was gone the young prostitute changed from her street clothes into the special outfit for the evening, a transparent lounging set: long billowing crotchless pants, and the briefest of tops, a ves-tlike garment that left very little to the imagination. She was certain that he would be pleased ...if he ever returned.
There was nothing aloof about Maria; she was pure animal, pure female, and she loved every minute of the time she spent with her customers. Her face went well with her body, a sort of pouty, sensual look about it with its small nose and full ripe mouth and large dark eyes. Maria giggled to herself as she crossed to an open window to shut it. A little shiver of delight passed through her stomach as she recalled the way men always looked at her, their eyes and the bulges in their loins, hard and waiting.
"Oh, please hurry," she moaned aloud to herself. "Please hurry and come in here."
The very thought of him taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard cock long and deep inside her belly, was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, the way it always had. Some women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others teased only if their nipples are softly stroked. But Maria had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a blouse sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the golden globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, he would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly. With a low mewl of passion, she let one hand slowly move down from her breasts and down her flat plane of stomach, down to the soft curling fleece of her pubic triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy.
Closing her eyes against the bright light in the room, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist Lips, part the dark pubic hair, and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager. She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet cunt hole.
Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out, and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.
"Oh my ...oh myyyyy," she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Mr. Cooke's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, hurry, Mr. Cooke!"
Suddenly as if in answer to her thoughts, the muscular tall man with his distinguished gray-touched brown hair and ruggedly handsome face entered. He glanced down at her on the bed, and impulsively, she let the sheet that partly covered her fall away from her -body and stretched out, letting his eyes feast on her golden thighs and breasts and legs.
"T-That's some outfit you're wearing!" he stammered in astonishment.
"Do you like me?" she cooed sweetly.
Cooke swallowed tightly, then bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative.
She raised one leg and let it stay so he could see the ebony curls of her pubic hair, slightly damp from her fingerings, and her teasingly puffed vaginal lips.
"All of me, Mr. Cooke?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on the businessman. She licked her Lips. She felt so wicked ...so delightful.
Harry Cooke watched in lustful excitement at the breathtaking sight of the young prostitute stretched out so wantonly on his bed. "Maria," he whispered hoarsely. He dropped his slacks and stepped quickly out of them, leaving them to puddle with his shirt and shoes on the floor. He was now in just his shorts and socks, and his cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of the Mexican girl smiling lewdly up at him.
Harry sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the sensuous, squirming details of her golden nakedness, resplendent clear, from her succulent beige-pink nipples downward to the delicate wedge of soft black pubic hair beneath the slightly sloped plane of her abdomen.
"Do I please you, Mr. Cooke?" she breathed. Her hand was encircling his waist now, and slowly slid over his hips and thighs and onto his loins.
Harry groaned aloud with the sensations of the prostitute's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him down beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.
Maria beamed up at him with a smile. "Do you like what I'm doing, Mr. Cooke?" she queried knowingly.
Harry Cooke didn't answer. Maria is playing her part well, he thought. If my plan works perfectly, pretty soon my innocent little daughter will be hearing some extremely explicit sounds coming from this room, and...
Suddenly, not even his plan mattered to him, just the plunging of his aching cock into her delightful pussy. He reached for her, his hand slipping gently into her shimmering black tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching but, but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower hp between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Cooke," she murmured as he sucked on her lips.
The lovely young prostitute felt a tingling shock run icily through her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing ...always caressing. Harry leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back on the pillow, and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half sitting so that he was beside her.
Maria lay obediently back against the smooth cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread. "Yes, Mr. Cooke," she whispered softly, her dark lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Now!"
In passionate silence, Harry Cooke ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft fleshy folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. The young woman moaned, her body alive to his caresses.
Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him to fuck her! Her body cried out to be loved totally ...as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening stroking.
"Oh, yessss," she whimpered. "Yes ...touch me there ...there ...oh yes, therrrrrreeeeeeee!"
Maria sensed the dewdrops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Harry ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses. She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Maria cried. "I want you to fuck me! Now, Mr. Cooke! Now!"
She twisted his hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please. Now! Please!"
The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Harry to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching with blood-filled lust, and then he suddenly grew flame-hot as one of Maria's hands closed like a steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh, and, insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips.
The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen penis along her open slit and parted the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance to her vagina. The devilishly handsome businessman clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet sucking sound.
Maria groaned, her golden body tightening into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then urged in again. Up and down, faster and faster ...and Maria's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs.
Harry Cooke felt the smooth raw flesh of the passion-aroused young prostitute's pussy clasp him tightly and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks.
The Mexican girl twisted her head from side to side, flaying her long black hair against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, gasping and quivering from the sensuous onslaught.
A fierce storm whirlwinded through Harry Cooke as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin and knew he was about to come ...and Maria sensed it too.
She could feel Harry's cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please ...not yet! Not yet ...wait for me ...wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider and she bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. "Now ...HARDER!"
Dee Cooke opened her eyes with a start, blinking rapidly in the darkened bedroom. She strained her ears to catch more of the sounds that had awakened her, but everything was silent, save for a muffled kind of talking coming from the direction of her father's adjoining room. Who could be in there with him? Dee jumped out of bed, landing lightly on the deep pile carpet in her bare feet.
She was wearing her favorite nightie, a pale yellow empire-waisted peignoir with a small green bow bunching the material under her breasts, acting as a loose bra to jut them out like display goods on a shelf. Not that she needed support for her breasts-they were firm and resilient like fresh golden peaches. The gown fell just below her thighs; it had once been a set with matching panties, but after little Dee had discovered that wonderful playground between her legs, she made sure that the panties were conveniently lost.
"Yes. Please fuck me. Fuck me."
Dee froze near the bed. Who was that! Did her dad have a woman in his room with him? What were they doing?
A flash of an image came across the teenager's mind. Was her father and that strange woman doing things in there? Were they making love? A weird anticipatory tingling started growing in the pit of the girl's stomach. She'd never seen two people making love before last night-if you would call that making love- and she had often wondered about what it would look like, especially when she was masturbating. Then, she would imagine herself under the heaving frame of her father when her imagination was fired. She'd never really thought about her father doing it with anyone but herself, and God knows he wasn't an old man, and so handsome, too!
The image of her dad's hard, swollen penis screwing into some bitchy woman welled up in her mind and she trembled with guilt. And yet, she found herself inexorably drawn toward the sounds coming from the next room, her little pussy twitching with lewd thoughts. Then, like a marionette drawn along a set of invisible silver threads, she hunkered down by the locked connecting door, every nerve and fiber of her tender young body on fire from the forbidden thrill of listening in on her father and that woman in the act of copulation. Her heart stopped and she dared not even gasp. Strange noises continued to flood her ears from the other side, their intensity increasing with every passing second.
"Ohhhhhh! I want you to fuck me. Now! Now!"
The staccato sounds of squeaking bed-springs was punctuated by animal-like groans and moans, and it blinded the teenager's normal sense of decency and decorum. Goaded to an uncontrollable pitch of curiosity and sexual arousal, she dipped her head down and peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole. . The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door, and Dee could see the complete carnal scene. Her father and a young Mexican girl were making violent love! She could even see her father's thick, hard penis disappearing and reappearing in the girl's creamy pussy with each pile-driving thrust and withdrawal that he made. The young woman had her legs spread wide on either side of his muscular plunging body, and periodically she would kick them high in the air, then wrap them around her father's driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her golden body with all her strength.
Dee could feel the sweat flowing freely on her young body, trickling down beneath the folds of her yellow nightie. She had a strange sense of not being a part of herself: the shock of actually viewing her father in sexual intercourse was that strong on her, and she couldn't understand it. Down between her clenched thighs her tight, virgin cunt was tingling like it had never tingled before. She thought fleetingly of leaving her room, of going for a walk or something, but she continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality.
Dee centered her gaze on the muscles straining out on the Mexican girl's inner thighs as she struggled like a drug-crazed nymphomaniac to get Harry Cooke's long, thick cock deeper inside her hungrily sucking pussy. Harry was cupping the girl's naked golden buttocks with a savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons.
He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his rigid penis, and Dee studied the thin, moistly glistening lips of the girl's pussy as they strove to milk the giant shaft of its strength. Dee could even see the thinly parted black pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the ridge which ran the full length of the underside of her father's penis!
Dee heard the almost incoherent moaning as the fucking couple thrashed around on the bed. Filled now to a mind-warping frenzy of abandon, the teenage girl brought her hand down along her body and across her thighs to rest against her own tender pubic mound. Then she rubbed it back and forth through the silken material of her baby-doll nightgown. She could feel wetness flowing on her thighs and down her inner legs, and she gathered the hem of her nightie, bunching it up along her firm, young thighs, exposing the whiteness of them and the young sparse brown growth of her pubic hair. Again, she lowered her hand to her pussy mound and began to rub there faster and faster, in a froth of passionate delight.
The Mexican girl's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, and the glazed eyes of Dee's stayed glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place a few feet away. Dee's middle finger slid along her wet cuntal lips and found her clitoris, teasing it with her fingernail, and she felt waves of consuming lust rip through her. She dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her now thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the bed while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris.
Dee was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the luxurious deep-pile carpet and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet, sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered.
Harry was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against the lovely prostitute, driving her golden body deep down into the groaning mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slaps of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Maria curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.
Dee wanted to scream, to wail as she became delirious with her own maddening passions, straining to hold back the explosion which was threatening to inundate her like a tidal wave. She nearly went out of her mind as she heard the Mexican girl moan, "Please ...not yet, not yet ...wait for me, wait for me, please." And then, after a few moments, "Now...harder!"
Dee's breath rasped in her throat. They were going to come! And she was watching it! Frantically, she moved her clitoris, her cunt, her buttocks, and anus with the fingers of both hands, impaling herself as deep as her hands would go. She was going to come, too!
"I'm going...going to come!"
Dee could almost imagine herself saying that instead of the young woman. She ground harder and deeper, quivering under the pressure, gasping in imminent release. And then, her father's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of lust inside his partner.
Dee watched wide-eyed as the couple scrambled for completion. The girl's golden buttocks began small spasmodic jerking up right against her father's hot cock. At the same time, Harry groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky-white semen, leaping bursts of his come which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice.
Dee could see the stream of her father's ejaculations running down the crevice of the lovely young stranger's desperately jerking buttocks and pool thickly on the sheet below. And then, as if by remote control, her father's coming triggered her own. She strained and stretched her legs out in sudden convulsions and the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Then, she lifted herself off the carpet in a trembling arch and grasped the bone wall of her pelvis and rubbed it.
"Oh, my God," she wailed, swallowing her voice so it couldn't be heard. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, Daddy, I'm coming!"