Chapter 5
The next day Harry Cooke spent most of the day with business clients. He called Dee in the afternoon to tell her they were going to a special party that night.
Dee spent the day resting. Her pussy was still sore, but she rubbed vaseline on it and started getting excited again, so she lay in a tub of warm water until her father got home.
After a couple of drinks, he went into his own room to freshen up.
Later he called out, "You'd better hurry up there, Dee! It's almost nine, and the party's started already!"
"All right, Daddy! Just a minute!"
Impatiently, the handsome father lit a cigarette, puffing rapidly on it, then stubbed it out in the bedside ashtray. After another glance at his watch, he strode quickly to the door that connected their rooms and poked his head through. "Dee!" he said. "Aren't you ready ye ..."
"How do I look, Daddy?" The lovely daughter pirouetted gracefully before him.
He had to admit, his luscious eighteen-year-old daughter looked ravishing in her choice of dress for the evening, a silver lame, floor-length cheongsam style dress that outlined clearly every voluptuous curve of her body.
"Well, Daddy?" she prompted, moving over to kiss him on the cheek. "Will I pass?"
"Mmmmm," he complimented her, "you're a real knockout, my sweet."
"So are you, Daddy dear. And now," she mocked, "shall we be on our way?"
It was a quick trip to the car her dad had waiting for them, and they were soon on their way. They drove in silence en route to the party, and Dee could scarcely conceal her excitement. She had only the vaguest inkling as to what to expect on this evening since her father had been purposefully vague. Yet, Dee had been in a state of agitation for the entire day, and was virtually beside herself over the prospect of going to someone's house for a party given by a man she had never seen.
They traveled through the narrow streets quickly and smoothly, reaching their destination in record time. With a smooth flick of the wrist, Harry Cooke pulled into a small street-level parking area next to the mini-mansion. Dee noted excitedly that there were at least ten cars-all big, all new-in the lot already.
"Well," her father sighed as he slid to a comfortable halt in a vacant stall, "this is it, honey!"
"Wow," she responded in astonishment, staring up at the palatial residence, "this is some castle."
The house was as beautiful inside as it was outside, and Dee was aware that she was rubbing shoulders with the cream of the Los Angeles business community. Everyone there was tastefully dressed, and she was glad that she had chosen the sleek elegant dress she was wearing.
A maid took their wraps at the door as various faces in the room nodded or called out their acknowledgements of Harry Cooke's presence, and he in turn responded as Dee noted the popularity of her devilishly handsome father. Dee noticed that all, or at least most of the businessmen, seemed to be accompanied by their spouses, though it seemed like no sooner had she connected the faces of a man and a woman than they parted company and wound up talking to someone else. Whoever these people were, they were certainly familiar with one another.
Everybody acted, more or less, like a free agent, and open gestures of affection, including kisses, seemed to be the rule of thumb. Still, Dee remained very close to her father throughout the introductions the welcoming hosts, the Burks, insisted on putting them through. She couldn't help but notice the several couples, all nicely ...no, elegantly dressed, who were dancing in what appeared to be a preliminary sex act, and wondered idly if they were married ...most of the couples seemed to be oddly matched. The female of the set was always decidedly younger than her partner!
It seemed like no sooner had the introduction concluded than the host's young daughter, Stella, linked her arm through Harry's and was leading him on a tour of the house. Mr. Burk watched them leave with a smile, then turned to Dee and said softly, "Come along, my dear ...we'll get ourselves a drink and I'll show you how lovely my garden looks by moonlight."
With a twinge of jealousy coursing through her as she cast a furtive glance over her shoulder at her departing father and Stella, Dee heaved a heart-felt sigh of resignation as she linked her own arm through that of the elder Mr. Burk. "Let's go get that drink, Mr. Burk," she said.
"Ahhhh yes," the businessman said with satisfaction, as she led the way. "I am sure you will love our wine, Miss Cooke."
"Dee," Dee corrected. "And let's hurry and get to the garden. I could use some fresh air!"
Stella Burk was showing Harry Cooke around the place.
"And here we have our guest rooms ...as you can see, we have decorated them in a great variety of styles ...for different tastes," she said as she led Harry through the second-story rooms. "That is all on this floor ...but we still have the balcony ...which overlooks the garden. And there's a beautiful full moon tonight," she added coyly up at the tall handsome Harry Cooke.
"Very interesting, Stella." Cooke feigned ignorance of the girl's objective. "You certainly are prepared for any eventualities here, aren't you?" He glanced toward another flight of stairs leading upwards. "And what's up there?"
"Nothing very much, Harry," she cooed. "Just a sauna, and some interesting 'rec' rooms."
"Well...shall we go up and see them?"
"Oh, not now, Harry. There will be time later," the girl pouted. "Please, let's go out on the balcony ...the scenery is beautiful from there." She reached out and took hold of his hand, tugging as she pulled him down the hall toward a set of French windows.
Dee couldn't understand the subtle, yet persistent congestion and slightly tingling sensations that had begun in her pelvic region. She tried to pass them off on the wine which Burk kept pouring into her glass before it was even half empty. In fact, if she didn't know better, she'd have thought that the aging man was trying to get her drunk. He'd even brought the little straw-covered bottle along with them as he led her on a tour of the downstairs rooms on their way to the garden. In truth, Dee was very impressed with her posh surroundings, and supposed, sardonically, that Mr. Burk was nothing more than the curse that went with the jewel.
As far as the aging man was concerned, he couldn't have been more pleased with his young ward for the evening. He had a decided penchant for young girls anyway, and Dee's wholesome beauty really brought out the devil in him. He liked the way her clinging dress, with its revealing slit up the side, flashed smooth alabaster flesh to mid-thigh as she walked beside him down the stone steps leading down to the garden at the rear of the house, her shimmering short brown hair bobbing with every mincing step she took in the high-heeled shoes she had worn to counteract her diminutive stature. Indeed, dropping back a few steps, he could see her small, boyish buttocks jutting out perkily behind her, the lithe, taut muscles quivering and hollowing there as if in lewd promise of the many delights to come.
Outside, they stepped directly into the garden, and Dee's eyes widened as she looked around her. The garden was a lush oasis of sparkling waterfalls feeding into a bridge-covered pond where goldfish milled around and lotus blossoms floated on the surface. All around, they were surrounded by flowering jasmine and bougainvillea, exuding their exotic fragrances into the cool air, and the full golden summer moon gleamed down on its twin reflected in the still pond.
"Oh, Mr. Burk, this is beautiful ...I just love your garden!" Dee exclaimed in truthful enthusiasm. She moved further into the garden and spun around, enchanted by the hidden fairyland. As she turned, she glanced up at the mini-mansion, her eyes lighting on the second-story balcony, and the horrifying sight of her father kissing the lovely young Stella Burk. Oh, my God! Her mind recoiled from the sight. Oh! How could he? How could he! She turned and ran blindly into the garden ...running from what she had just seen. Behind her, the aging Mr. Burk followed rapidly on her heels.
Up on the balcony, Harry Cooke was beginning to feel a tingling sensation in his loins. A wicked tremor coursed through his body at the thought that Stella was practically throwing it at him! And that he was actually standing there on the terrace with her cradled in his arms, looking out over the lights of Los Angeles beyond the garden. It was slightly chilly, to be sure, but that was the very pretext Stella had used to get him to hold her in the first place.
The young girl's mind, too, was on sex, as she stood engulfed in Cooke's strong, muscular arms with her back turned to him. Purposefully, she ground her lush buttocks back against the growing hardness of his cock, reveling in the deliciously thick feel of it wedged between her quivering asscheeks.
"MMMmmm, that's nice, Mr. Cooke," she breathed huskily. Then, turning suddenly, she kissed him full on the lips, her tongue seeking, and finding, his in a dance macabre of stolen passion. He wants to fuck me, Stella thought, and the thought of all the things he could do sent little tingles of excitement all over her alcohol-warmed body. She'd always had a thing for older men. The first man who'd ever laid her, back when she was younger, had been her very own father.
God, yes, Harry was horny. She could feel the bulge under his pants. God, he must have a huge cock! She squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt to control the involuntary quivering of her pussy. At least with a woman nothing showed, she thought, although she could feel the moisture beginning to seep down between her legs from her aroused cunt.
"Did you know, Stella," she heard him say suddenly, "your father and I made a trade for the evening ...he gets Dee, and I get to fuck you!"
His lewd words increased the excitement she felt. Her panties were wet with it, and she squirmed licentiously back against him. The words themselves did not surprise her; she had already known of the deal between the two businessmen to switch partners in a sexual merry-go-round, but still she felt the surge of lust for this handsome man rush through her body.
"Why don't we go to your room, Stella?" Cooke prompted her with a push toward the French doors.
Quickly then, Stella led him down the hall toward a room at the far end, opening the door and stepping aside for him to enter. "In here, Mr. Cooke." She mocked a formal bow as he passed through the door. "Enter now into the room of a thousand delights!"
Stella closed the door and moved purposefully across the room toward the huge round bed that occupied the far end of it, sitting down on the smooth silk spread. "How do you like it?" she queried knowingly as she watched him glancing around at the silken splendor. Not only was the bedspread silk, but also the sheets, the curtains, chair covers, everything ...except for a large white fur rug that stood at the foot of the bed.
"It's fine, Stella ...not quite what I'm accustomed to, but certainly an experience!" Harry said.
He moved across the room and sat down next to Stella on the bed, which sagged lewdly under his additional weight. She could feel the little goose-bumps beginning to rise all over her skin as he embraced her. Her red lips hungrily accepted his mouth, and when he touched her the exciting promise of being with a good man again drove any fleeting thoughts of right or wrong from Stella Burk's mind.
His tongue snaked into her open mouth then and began to dart lasciviously back and forth. She sucked on it like a piece of candy while she slid her cool hands up under his tuxedo jacket, letting the sensitive tips of her fingers play with the rippling muscles of his back through his shirt.
"Christ," he murmured, delighted with her ready acceptance of his first move toward intimacy. "You're a lot of woman."
"Maybe that's what it takes to handle a lot of man," she replied, gently kissing the inner corners of his mouth. Her lewd, suggestive words inflamed his coarse desire for his business partner's daughter, and his fingers fumbled hastily with the tantalizingly long zipper of her dress. As the entire bodice of the garment fell forward, he was astonished at the warm, smooth goldenness of her skin. She was wearing a silky black brassiere, and as he removed the flimsy garment, her firm full breasts burst forward like ripened fruit.
Stella's nipples tingled, and the widening circle of moisture seeping from her quivering cunt testified to the prurient emotions he was arousing as he played with her lewdly swaying breasts.
"Stand up," he urged her. "I want to see all of your gorgeous body."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she said as she got to her feet unsteadily. "Remember, I haven't seen all of you yet, lover."
He grinned obscenely up at the young girl as he pulled the dress off her first, then the clinging material of her panties away from her buttocks, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and running his hand into the hidden crevice between her asscheeks as he worked the black matching silk bikini panties off her. When he had removed everything, the cool draft from the open window wafted deliciously over her bare skin, and she spread her legs slightly apart to let the breeze play over her hot, feverish pussy.
Harry Cooke swallowed thickly as his eyes drank in the incredible spectacle of her nakedness and the curling, glistening ebony hair that formed an inviting vee up between her legs. It was all waiting for Him ...she was practically begging him to fuck her, and the prospect of getting into that sweet little ass was so enticing that it felt like the top of his cock was going to blow off. He began to. shuck off his clothes in preparation for taking her, kicking the pile of clothes aside as he returned to Stella, now sitting lazily back on the bed. She was enveloped in a warm haze of sexual anticipation that pulsed electrically through her soft golden body and set her wet cunt slit quivering.
Harry's lust-swollen penis was pointing straight at her, bobbing with pleasure. God, he was really hung ...she hadn't seen anything like it for a long time; it was long and monstrously thick. She liked a lot of hair on a man, too, and Harry had that ...lovely crisp curling dark hair on his arms, legs, chest, and a bushy circle of it around his hard-veined cock. The pouch between his muscular thighs jiggled obscenely as he walked, and Stella smiled and reached out to cup his balls in her hands, very gently kneading and massaging them.
"Oooohhhhm little girl," he groaned with joy. "You really know how to handle a cock."
Next she took the rigid shaft of his penis in her cool fingers and began to manipulate it skillfully until a drop of lubricating moisture gathered in the tiny slit on the tip and hung there like dew.
"Now that you've seen it, how do you like it?" he prodded her with a lewd grin.
"Harry," she murmured, "it looks good enough to eat!" And, leaning forward, she put her tongue over the tip of his cock, as if searching for more of the pre-coital fluid, then she lightly circled the ring of the base of the bulbous head, flicking maddeningly at the little scarlike ridge on the underside of the heavy pulsing cock. She settled her hips comfortably on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, pulling her willing lover between her golden thighs.
Placing her hands in the tangle of hair in his loins, she tilted her head back and let the huge bulbous cock head glide lewdly across her ovaled red lips. As he felt his penis sucked forward, Harry could not believe the young girl could take it all ...it would choke her! But he watched incredulously as the swollen, blue-veined length disappeared into her hungry mouth, and he looked down to see only the stump protruding from her stretched, taut mouth. Stella's neck muscles worked and her cheeks puffed as she sucked on the cock that filled her mouth and throat almost to the point of gagging.
What a crazy sensation she was creating in him. He'd never felt anything quite like it! Eagerly, Harry shoved his pelvis forward, forcing the full blood-engorged length of his cock to an impossible depth within her mouth. He began to saw lewdly back and forth between her lips, and soon they had established an ecstatic, obscene rhythm for the thrusts up into her wetly sucking mouth.
"That's it," he urged her on. "Suck it, baby, suck it!" And she sucked and licked him until he groaned with delight.
Dee ran as far as the short garden path would permit, stopping only when she reached the high stone wall that marked that portion of the perimeter. Then, turning desperately, she slumped down on a small wooden bench that flanked the path beneath a brightly flaring torch and wept.
Dee was still sobbing uncontrollably into her open palms as the panting, fat Mr. Burk caught up with her and slumped down beside her on the bench. "It's okay," he wheezed asthmatically, his face opening into a broad grin that caused his several gold-capped teeth to glint mischievously in the torch light. "No harm done ...Stella is a very friendly girl, and your father is a handsome man, and so . .
"I-I know, Mr. Burk." Dee sobbed, looking up at him tearfully. "I-It's just that, well ...I . . ."
"Come on, my dear," Burk insisted, getting to his feet and pulling Dee after him by the hand, "we'll go back inside now ...everything will be okay, you'll see!"
Meekly now, Dee let the man pull her along as he led her back down the path which she had run up a short time before. This time, rubbing the tears from her eyes, she was able to see close-up the loveliness and serenity of the garden as she passed through. The garden itself was helping her to regain control of herself, to get her emotions under tight rein, and by the time they got to the entrance at the back of the house, the only sign that she had been crying was the redness in her eyes.
"Why don't we go upstairs and look around, Dee?" Burk said, turning to her kindly. "All right, Mr. Burk," she answered dully. Burk led her toward a wide flight of stairs luxuriously carpeted in a plush Chinese red pile, and they ascended the gracefully gradual flight slowly. "Now look, Dee," the man cautioned, "don't fly off the handle and say things you'll be sorry for later ...give your father a chance to explain. After all, it was only a kiss."
Dee nodded in agreement as they gained the second story, then looked around, sighting the French doors that led out to the balcony. She headed directly toward them, with Burk following close on her heels.
But Stella and her father were not there. Perplexed, Dee turned to the man. "Where are they, Mr. Burk?"
"I don't know, Dee." He led her back out into the hall. "But while we're here, let me show you our guest rooms."
"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Burk, I'm not really inter..."
"Come on, Dee," he gestured, "let's go."
Reluctantly, the young girl followed the old man down the hall, stopping abruptly as she heard the murmuring of voices coming from behind one of the doors. She moved closer to the door, noticing that it was not quite latched, and pushed it slightly open.
The door she peered through was in the corner of the main room, so that Dee had a diagonal view of the center of the room through the narrow slit. She saw figures ...yes, it was her father ...but what in the world was he doing there without his jacket and shirt? She gripped the doorframe, feeling suddenly dizzy and afraid . . . not wanting to see but unable to take her eyes from the dreadful thing that was going on in there! Her blood drained from her face with the shock of the nightmarish tableau. It couldn't be! Dear God in heaven, it mustn't be! she thought. She wanted to throw up, to faint, or to die. But all she could do was stare at them wordlessly.
Stella Burk sat with her back to the door, on the edge of the bed. Below her shimmering wealth of raven hair there was nothing but golden skin . . . she was completely naked! The girl's tiny buttocks were flattened obscenely against the silk bedspread, and the deep crevice between the two round white balls was clearly defined. Her legs, Dee saw, were spread wide . . . the thighs splayed out . . . and her father was standing between her legs, pressed up close to her bare body! God, he, too, was naked ... his white skin contrasting sharply with the golden flesh of Stella's voluptuous nudity!
Behind her, Dee was only vaguely aware that Burk had moved up closer and had encircled her narrow waist with his arms. The shock of seeing her father naked with Stella had driven everything else out of her mind, even the fact that the young girl's fat father had pressed the length of his cock into the crevice of her ass through her dress. All she was capable of doing was to nod breathlessly as the man whispered, "I guess I was wrong, Dee, my dear ...it looks like they are really up to something!"
Oblivious to his unseen "audience," Harry Cooke was crouching down peculiarly, jerking his hips forward and back in an obscene rhythmic motion. Stella's lovely head was thrown back at a strange angle, her black hair flying. The shuddering, horrified Dee suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark mat of hair at the base of her father's stomach and of something thick and red that appeared for an instant, wet and glistening, between the two closely locked bodies. Oh, dear God ...Stella has his penis deep in her soft, round mouth! she thought.
The innocent Dee's stomach turned as the whole truth about what was happening in the room before her slowly penetrated her numbed, outraged mind. She closed her eyes and clung to the door for support, but the obscenely horrible act could not be blotted from her mind, and, somehow, she had to see all of it ...she had to know all of it, to absorb the whole horror of it! Even now, she was still not wholly aware that Burk's still-clothed cock head was pressing against her asshole through her dress, and at that point, she didn't much care. When she had recovered slightly from her shock, she opened her eyes and continued to stare, unblinking and frozen, at the unnatural and indecent performance. Occasionally, above the jealous ringing in her ears, she could even hear the lewd, smacking sounds her young equivalent made as she sucked hungrily at her father's swollen lust-purpled penis.
How was it possible? How could a woman stretch her lips apart enough to take such a thing and then let it actually slide into her throat? What a whore Stella must be, so sex-crazed and debased that she seemed almost to crave his cock and to relish the taste of it! The questions remained unanswered for the time being.
No danger of either of them noticing her, Dee thought in despairing bitterness; the pair were completely absorbed in their obscene play. Now, Stella was gripping Dee's father's buttocks to pull him even deeper up into her mouth, and he was working his hips in and out, faster and faster. "Suck it! Suck it harder!" he called out. "I'm going out of my mind, baby!"
Mr. Burk was also watching the lascivious performance over Dee's shoulder and could feel himself getting excited more and more as he watched. He glanced down at Dee's face to see her gazing mesmerized at her father and Stella, and he slowly raised his hands from the teenager's tiny waist to the bodice of her low-cut dress and paused there for a moment. When she did not react to his move, he boldly dug his hands inside and grasped her heaving breasts, then fondled her rapidly stiffening pink nipples between his thumbs arid forefingers.
Dee stirred restlessly then, moaning in mild protest, but did nothing to stop the lecherous businessman. She abruptly realized that she was becoming excited by what she was watching, to her horror, but she knew it was hopeless to fight her feelings now. She was too far gone ...besides, she was loving every second of the aging fat man's deliciously thick cock lodged in the crevice of her ass, and unconsciously the young girl wriggled back against the bulge pressing into her from behind.
On the rumpled bed in the room, Harry Cooke prepared to orally fuck the young Stella. Her soft golden body lay ready underneath him. Stella watched his face grow slack with lust while his eyes gleamed with lewd desire as he lowered his head to the tempting vee between her welcoming legs. Her cunt throbbed in anticipation of the pleasant sensations that would come from his swirling, darting tongue, and she could feel the warm, moist heat of his breath as it stirred the sparse black hairs that enclosed her eagerly awaiting pussy. While she was sucking him off, she had become aroused down between her legs, and now the whole area of her pussy was wet and sticky with it. The distinctive, sexy female smell titillated her vigorous lover. But then, abruptly, the suave, handsome man pulled away and snapped, "Get up on your hands and knees, Stella; I'm going to fuck you now... dog style!"
Dee's excitedly palpitating heart felt as if it was about to pump right through her chest and into the fat man's sweating hands as she watched the dutiful daughter assume the position her own wonderful father had just commanded. Indeed, she was so thoroughly aroused by then that she offered not even token resistance when Burk dropped one hand to the front of her dress and hiked it up until the hem was bunched at her tiny waist.
"It is all very exciting, is it not, Dee?" Burk choked passionately as his hand slipped into the waistband of her wispy little panties from the front. "Your father is quite the ladies' man!"
"Yes ...yes, he is, Mr. Burk," Dee gasped in agreement. "W-What are you doing down there!"
With no further preliminaries, Burk began to part the tenderly dripping pink folds of Dee's quivering little pussy with the tip of his beefy finger. "You don't like it, my dear?" he teased knowingly as his second knuckle scraped thrillingly across her swollen clitoris on its way inside. "Do you want me to stop?"
Trembling excitedly from head to toe, Dee's hand dropped reflexively to Burk's wrist as if to stop him, but instead just held him affectionately as his finger continued to probe delicious depths. "N-No," she managed breathlessly, "don't stop, Mr. Burk."
On the bed in the adjoining room, Harry Cooke, still oblivious to the presence of the others (as if he'd have cared, anyway), centered the head of his saliva-slickened cock at the entrance to Stella's flaring, upturned coralline slit and shoved. It went in smoothly to the balls in a single effort, the hot pink walls of her interior clinging to the pulsing length of his meat on the outstroke like a viscous coat of paint.
"MMMmmm," she piped delightedly, "fuck me like that, Harry ... oh, yessss . . . i-it's wonderful!"
Harry fell instantly into a long smooth rhythm, thrilled to the heels with the milking, well-trained muscles of his teenage charge's succulent pumping cunt. As her weeping flesh clung sleeve-like to his swollen flesh, he could swear he could feel her very pulse, like the fluttering heart of a tiny wild bird. Good God, he thought solemnly, I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer at this rate!
Stella's tiny toes were curled tightly under the soles of her feet as she knelt like a tiny slave-child beneath the savage assault of her cruel and relentless master. Her slender red-lacquered fingernails reached out to grip the underlying silk bedspread beneath her, knotting it in her little fists as she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out her ecstasy. My God, he's huge! she thought deliriously. Almost as big as my father!
Dee Cooke rocked mindlessly between the spirit-like support of the man's turgid erection and the thrilling violation of his sausage-like middle finger. Even as she watched through lust-glazed eyes, she was becoming increasingly aware that her initial revulsion had already turned to raging lust. She, too, was boiling with the need to feel a big fat cock in her own recently awakened young pussy . ...even the old man behind her! Yes, she was beginning to enjoy the feel of it!
As if reading Dee's tortured young mind, Burk tightened his grip on the sexy girl and slipped still another thick finger into her smoothly creaming vagina. "You want to join them, Dee?" he enjoined hotly. "It is a very big bed, is it not?"
"No," Dee rocked dazedly. "I mean, I ...I don't want to do it here ...is there another room somewhere?"
Harry Cooke felt Stella's urgent, answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her wetly clasping cunt flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewing were suddenly filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side on the silk bedspread while her hips began a slow rotation around the cock sunk so deeply in her succulent belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he sensed her nibbling crotch screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered loins.
"Oh, yesss! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!" Stella could barely comprehend the abrupt new wave of enchantment saturating her entire being. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throbs. Cooke maintained his steel-like grip on her slender waist, letting her trembling body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot, wet flesh that bridged them. Harry gloated as he watched her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up-and-down motions with the passing of each delirious second. He could feel the secretions of Stella's eagerly milking vaginal passage as his hands slid up her sides to her breasts once again.
Stella could only squeal in her pleasure now, as she grew accustomed to the huge cock of her father's business partner.
Half crazy with desire now, Harry Cooke withdrew his buried shaft from Stella's pussy until only the tip remained inside of her. Then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength at his command, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina, bruising and bypassing her sensitive cervix. He began long, hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, intent now on spilling his seed there. The quivering moist walls of her cunt clasped eagerly around his rigid rod, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His balls slapped into her distended clitoris.
Suddenly, Stella knew this was it! This was it! The cords in her neck stood out in bold relief. She was beautiful. "Oh God ...oh God!" she screamed. "I-I'm going to come! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!!!"
The walls of her cunt opened like a thousand tiny springs emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion to bathe her father's friend's penis. Bright flashes began to fuse in her mind as she continued to grunt out her joy, her orgasm, the juices still gushing in ceaseless spurts down the full, quivering cheeks of her golden ass, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Then she felt Harry jerk, followed by hot jets of his sperm shooting deep into the sanctuary of her womb. Her head swam with depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts splattered wildly into her, filling her belly with the vile nectar of loveless sex. "Oh yes ...yesss!" she chanted. "Come in me ...come in me ...come in...aaauuurrrggghhh!!!"
Then, as her devilishly handsome ravisher collapsed above her in sheet exhaustion, Stella fell forward on her stomach, mewling euphorically as the last few squirts of his semen jetted into her. Her tapering, slender golden legs trembled gratefully as they relaxed, and she released a final, heart-felt sigh of delight.
They were quiet for a moment, then Harry stirred and rolled off of her onto his back. "Give me a few moments to get rested," he panted beside the completely fulfilled Stella, "and I'll fuck you again."
Stella rose to her elbows, leaning over to kiss him on the lips. "I have a much better idea," she said.
"We shall both take a shower, and then take a little nap ...so we will be rested for the evening's show that my father has had scheduled in your honor!" She hurried to finish when Harry moved to speak. "I promise you that the show will be something very special!"
"Wow!" Dee mouthed without actually saying the word aloud as she stood transfixed at the entrance to Mr. Burk's gigantic master bedroom. It was a very special room indeed. It was a full twenty feet wide by at least thirty long, and three walls were covered with mirrors. The remaining wall was covered with a mural, a wall-to-wall painting of unbelievably dynamic lewdness and perversity. It depicted a startlingly realistic orgy scene with what must have been at least a hundred separate figures painted into it. Figures not only of people but of animals as well ... all engaged in every conceivable act of sexual debauchery . . . from the most normal and commonplace to the almost disgustingly lascivious acts of bestiality and sadomasochism, and everything in between. There was troilism, lesbianism, homosexuality, fetishism, frottage, masturbation, sodomy, and what was clearly intended to imply incest.
The floor of the room was covered with a luxuriously thick black fur rug, as was the enormous round bed that dominated the center of the room and whose covers were turned back to reveal the posh extravagance of black silk sheets and pillowcases-all six of them. It was all new to the nearly virginal teenager . . . and very exciting! Yet, there was something sinister about the sound of the door being bolted shut behind her . . . and even though Burk assured her that it was only so they wouldn't be disturbed, she wondered. Then, after a long moment, she realized that Burk was again standing behind her.
And then, there was the ominous sound of a zipper being drawn open.
"Turn around, Dee, my dear ...I have something here you might be interested in!"
Dee turned quickly, and her breath caught in her throat as she stared, awe-struck, at the man's semi-erect penis poking through the fly of his white slacks, almost straight out in front of him in a weird arc. Even though it was obvious that he was not yet fully erect, she was nonetheless alarmed at the potential enormity of the thing. Even in its somewhat relaxed state it was an inch or two longer than her father's at full erection! And, she reckoned correctly, it was at least half again as thick as her father's, and the uncircumcised head of it bulged like a ripe tomato beneath the loose flap of skin that covered it. His balls, fully the size of goose eggs, hung in their prickly sac halfway to his knobby knees!
"Don't let it frighten you, my dear," Burk squealed in his deceptively high-pitched voice. "You'll soon grow to love Mm, just as my daughter and the others do."
"I-I don't know if I can even take it!" Dee stammered, still unable to take her eyes off of the lewd thing that almost seemed to be winking at her with its single, unseeing eye as it opened and closed of its own volition to the beat of his pulse. "I-I'm pretty small down there, you know!"
Even in the subdued, indirect lighting of the room, Burk could see her skin flush an angry pink as she continued to gape at his cock as if mesmerized by it. He always enjoyed this one moment of triumph, the supreme victory of being more than equal to more than his share of men. Now, right now, this big-titted teenager was his and his alone!
The portly businessman, only a few inches taller than Dee's own five-foot-three, approached and embraced the lovely girl passionately in his flabby arms. His thick, rubbery lips sought hers and he kissed her briefly, though intensely, with a probing tongue. Automatically, her hand went down between them, and she grasped his ever stiffening cock with cool, slender fingers and gave it a gentle milking squeeze. Dee still fought desperately to maintain control of her body as the electric waves of undreamed-of lewd pleasure rippled through her loins. She had felt this way only once before ...the first time with her father!
"Come on, let's get your clothes off," Burk whispered hotly in her ear. "I want to see all of you."
Like an obedient child, Dee fell back onto the bed into a half-sitting position. Her dress was already open down the back; Burk only had to work it over her shoulders and pull it down and off her. Trying not to think of what was actually happening to her, the teenager raised her hips to allow him to slide it under her smoothly quivering buttocks and down over her long slender legs. She sat unresisting while he next removed her brassiere; her breasts were so taut they were almost sore, and the cool air-conditioned temperature of the luxurious bedroom felt soothing to the hot flesh of her upper body. Burk drew in his breath with sharp pleasure as his eyes at last feasted on the hugely swelling pair of breasts he had covertly been studying all evening. He seized them avidly, painfully squeezing and pinching her succulent pink nipples between his fingertips until he finally bent down and took one quickly into his mouth to suck hungrily. Then he moved to the other.
After what seemed to Dee like hours of the lewd sensuous milking of her swollen tits, the man at last seemed to get his fill and let his rough, wet tongue wander tantalizingly all over the smooth creamy surface of her breasts and into the deeply cleft valley between her milky mounds. His roaming tongue moved down to her stomach, leaving her breasts cool and wet and aching with unrelieved sexual tension. She thought she'd go out of her mind if the lewd man didn't soon get on with the sex act that Would ultimately take what little honor she had left away from her.
The lust-tormented Dee bit her lips in unbearable frustration, her nerve ends crying for release as her seducer lazily kissed and tongued her small, dimpled navel. Burk's sweaty hands returned for a few minutes to her swelling breasts as if drawn magnetically to that area while he licked wetly and lewdly all over her naked belly.
Finally, he turned his salacious attention to the thin waistband of the panties she was still wearing. Dee shivered as she closed her eyes and again raised her hips slightly from the mattress to assist the man in the removal of the wisp of nylon. Again the cool draft of air struck her feverishly moist flesh as her last protection was pulled down over her legs and flung away into a corner of the room. Now she was completely naked and Burk was gloating over her body ...seeing the part of her that no one but her father had ever seen or possessed!
The excited teenager looked up and saw that Burk was quickly stripping out of his clothes. She stared, mesmerized, as the bare skin of his broad, flabby torso was revealed. His hairless chest wasn't much, and his stomach bulged obscenely over the belt of his white slacks, but she couldn't take her eyes away from his bobbing cock as he quickly unfastened his belt and lowered his pants. As he proudly displayed his manhood before her startled eyes, Dee couldn't imagine a more debasing position than the one she found herself in now ...her young white body stripped naked and spread out obscenely before her fat ravisher while he lewdly dangled his huge instrument in front of her as if to taunt her. Although her body still tingled with prurient desire, her mind recoiled as she watched him stroke himself into even greater hardness. The monstrous penis he held in his hand was far, far too big for her ...he would tear her apart!
The lust-crazed man dropped to his knees on the bed, pushing his helpless young companion's legs apart as he got between them and quickly lowered his weight down onto the girl's cowering form. His giant penis stabbed into her soft naked belly as he again began to manipulate her full firm breasts, this time with fierce cruelty that brought whimpers of pain to Dee's throat as he squeezed the resilient naked flesh. Dee lay frozen, with her legs raised and flung obscenely wide apart, her smooth round belly quivering excitedly and her high breasts jerking as her breath came in short, uneven gasps. Her eyes were fixed on the heavily dancing cock that hung threateningly down from his hairy loins ...the instrument that he meant to use to complete his final possession and complete subjugation of her.
"M-My God, Mr. Burk, please don't ...you'll hurt me!" she begged him as he levered his huge body up over her body again.
Holding her shoulders down against the mattress, he put his balding, pudgy head close to her body again and suddenly bit the soft pink nipple of her left breast, nipping it painfully between his teeth so that she cried aloud and twisted her body to escape the pain. At the same moment, the fact that he was again touching her caused spasms of forbidden erotic delight to grip her aroused and unsatiated crotch.
"MMMmmm!" Burk piped as he nibbled at her titty. "I'm ready now, my dear. And you are, too, I can tell! This will be the fucking of your young life, Dee ...I guarantee you'll never forget it!"
Dee somehow forced her body to lie stiff and immobile. The vulgar lewdness of the man's filthy promises pounded wildly into her alcohol-dazed brain ...she fought with the few resources left to her not to let the vile words arouse her, but with dismay she felt herself losing the battle. God help her, she had to keep control over something. He had already proven he was master of her body- she had lost the fight, but she simply could not let him see that he was exciting her. She must save something of her honor!
"Take my cock and slide it into that tight little hole of yours," Burk ordered in obvious sadistic delight.
"No ...God, no ...don't make me do that," Dee moaned helplessly in shame and fear. Yet, her hand, as if of its own volition, stretched out toward the lust-hardened cock that dangled over her naked belly.
"Oh, sweet Jesus . . ." she whispered, but her fingers closed around his hotly throbbing shaft. As she clutched the warm, hard organ, Dee truly perceived the size of Burk's enormous cock. "I can't take that ...it's too big!" she protested fearfully.
"Put it in!" he snapped, sliding his hips down while Dee reluctantly guided the huge bulbous cock head toward the small flowering hole of her vagina.
She gasped as it touched her sensitive flesh, paused for a second, and then, nearly paralyzed by fear, she poked apart the fleshy cunt lips with the rock-hard tip of his penis and inserted it into the tiny wet orifice. The realization of the debasement that he was forcing her to inflict on herself numbed her mind, and she was only jolted from this numbing by the sudden electrical contact of the hot, rubbery cock head against the moist sensitive inner lining of her cunt. Her cheeks wet with tears, she lay motionless, hardly daring to breathe as the desire-swollen cock pressed relentlessly up against the entrance to her pussy.
Burk pushed his hips forward, sending the blunt tip against the tight inner ring and causing her sharp pain as the taut flesh stretched to accept it. "Aaaaaaagggghhhhh," she screamed as he pushed again. "Ooooooohhhh, noooooo!"
The blood-engorged penis forced its way through the tight constricting ring, brutally stretching the tender skin until the young girl thought he would tear her apart. "Please, Mr. Burk, I can't stand it ...God, don't ...you're ripping me apart!"
The lecherous man was also quiet for a moment. Then, breathing heavily, he flexed his spearing cock deep up inside Dee's soft passage, penetrating still farther.
"OOOooohhh!" she moaned as he began to work his thickly burgeoning shaft backward and forward inside her, very slowly at first. Each thrust brought whimpers of pain and shame from his charge's heaving, panting chest. She was truly lost now; he had taken her; he was inside, all the way in. He had taken everything from her. The part of her body that belonged to her father alone was now being ravaged by a cruel, merciless stranger!
Gradually, then, as Dee accepted the horrible fact, her whimpering subsided and began to change to a new sound, as her tightly clinging passage slowly expanded to accommodate the full size of Burk's cock. As his smooth, widening strokes continued to bore into her excitedly quaking belly, Dee found that against her will she could not help grunting with satisfaction. The sounds burst from her involuntarily. Nor could she control the lascivious undulating motion of her hips and buttocks.
As the lewd industrialist continued his regular rocking thrusts, however, Dee's body once again betrayed her and began to respond with new ripples of excited passion that quickly grew stronger. She didn't know how long she could control what little was left to her of her personal integrity. She was rapidly losing the will to fight back against the obscene pleasure rising within her nakedly quivering belly. If she surrendered to the carnal sensation and let herself be carried along on this rising river of joy ...what would happen? The mere thought of relaxing her tense body and letting the aging man take over completely sent chills of prurient excitement up her spine. And her tormentor sensed what was happening to her. He was aware of each new plateau of pleasure he was taking her to with his gradually increasing pace.
Suddenly, he dropped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue between her softly yielding lips. This time Dee seized it greedily and began to suck it in passionate slavish acceptance of whatever he offered her. She now began also to push her excitedly steaming cunt upward to meet his wildly fucking cock on each downward drive. Her beautiful face contorted with lust and she moaned and whined almost incessantly under him as her sex-hungry body strove for release.
Burk withdrew his tongue from her greedily sucking mouth, raised his head and panted down at her. "Ask me, if you want more. Tell me to fuck you harder!"
"OOOOoooohhhh ...yes ...yes ...I do want more," she broke and admitted her need wantonly. "Oh God, yes! I need more. Fuck me, Mr. Burk, fuck me!"
As the obscene words shot from her gaping mouth, her last resistance melted. She licked her dry lips, hungrily, and as his mouth descended on hers again, she let her tongue slide into it, giving him back orally the fucking she was receiving from his rampaging cock sunk deep up in her seething, frantically clasping pussy. Now, having surrendered totally, she was free at last to enjoy it ...the pain was all gone ...there was nothing but ecstasy and delight radiating through her whole body.
Burk was now fucking harder than he'd ever fucked in his life, pounding into her as if to split her with each furious stroke, and pulling his heavily swollen cock nearly out of her sucking, clasping cunt on each backstroke. With each forward thrust into the clinging velvety wetness of her pussy, the pressure mounted in his hotly throbbing balls as they slapped against the tiny unprotected ring of her anus.
He slid caressing hands over her writhing white buttocks, running a finger down to the crevice between the two rounded cheeks to the small wrinkled hole. While she labored passionately under him to reach orgasm, he fingered the seductive little ring and heard her sobbing, shocked quick intake of breath. The fluid that had seeped from her dripping cunt moistened the tiny rectal entrance, and he dipped his middle finger into the wet rivulet as he probed the sensitive area in preparation.
The lubricated digit suddenly penetrated the sphincter ring of muscle that guarded her delicate anus, and the teenager squealed in pain as he thrust his middle finger into her unprotected rear passage up to the first knuckle. Dee whimpered once or twice in feeble protest against this brutal unnatural invasion as her cunt continued to ride madly up and down on his hard-fucking cock. Burk began to wiggle his middle finger in a circular motion, widening the small entrance of her anus. When he had succeeded in stretching the tiny hole slightly, he suddenly pushed the finger all the way up into the deep elastic warmth of her asshole until she moaned aloud in useless protest.
As the agony of the first moments subsided, Dee gave herself over to the rapture of the double fucking. "Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, completely out of control. Her slender, sweat-soaked body whipped from side to side, her uncommonly long legs convulsing in ecstatic tremors of lewd joy.
Burk knew he was going to reach his climax soon. His lust-distended prick felt as though it would burst if he did not soon deposit his load in her belly. His semen-bloated balls positively ached. He plowed into her with demonic fury through the thin elastic wall that separated her rectum from her hungrily sucking vagina, and he could feel his own heavy cock as it traveled back and forth inside her. Burk had fucked a lot of women in his time, but he couldn't remember anything like this ...she gave it to him three ways, her tongue darting obscenely into his mouth as she frantically screwed her asshole back on his finger and raised her legs even higher to take every bit of his cock up into her lewdly clasping cunt. Her pelvis began to jerk and gyrate wildly under him, and he suddenly felt the hot liquid of her orgasm gush stickily around his cock. With all the male power he possessed he bored into her again and again while she moaned and screamed out her climax in spasms of delirious joy, and her cunt sucked frantically at his hotly burgeoning cock.
"Oh, Mr. Burk! Oh, Mr. Burk! Oh, Mr. Burk!" Dee chanted over and over.
As he held her lurching, grinding buttocks down against the bed, Burk felt his own hot sperm seething in his testicles and come pumping up through the full length of his cock. His heavy, flabby body leaped forward as the semen spurted out of his penis and drenched her deep inside, high up in her softly quivering belly. She pressed her tense, aching pussy tightly up against him to receive the creamy liquid, and gasped in disbelief as he continued to empty himself up in her hungrily sucking vagina.
Dee's racing heart pounded in her breast as her fulfilled body relaxed at last, drained of every emotion but relief and joy. Atop her exhausted white body, Burk heaved a heavy sigh, then rolled away, wiping his ruddy leering face with the back of his hand.
"Whew!" he sighed. "That was something!"
"It was awful," Dee countered breathlessly.
"You didn't like it?"
"I loved it," she said, "but it was still awful. Just plain old awful."
Burk mumbled something about the madness of young modern minds, then sat up on the edge of the bed and began to rifle through the hastily discarded pile of clothing on the floor in search of a cigarette. "Why was it awful?" the crest-fallen industrialist mentioned conversationally.
"It was awful because my father didn't see us," she spat vindictively. "Have you got something to clean up this mess with?"
Burk reached into the pile again and extracted the red silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suit coat. "Perhaps it is not yet too late, my dear," he said viciously.
"I hope not," Dee answered him, her eyes taking on a vicious "get-even" look.