Chapter 6
A few days later, on a warm, sunny morning, Pete Haney was guiding his delivery scooter smoothly down the suburban Los Angeles streets. The basket on the back of his scooter was full of bags of groceries, and the hyper-sexed youth whistled happily as he rode. It was the last day before school started, and, as luck would have it, Mike, his friend from Hollywood, showed up the previous night with a fresh load of goodies, including a new drug the handsome youth had never tried before. He remembered how excited he became when Mike handed the capsules to him.
"They're called Zoom-40's, kid," the expensively dressed man in his early thirties had said, "and there ain't been nothing like'em on the market since those elephant tranquilizers."
Pete had put the pink capsules snugly into his shirt pocket and now, riding jauntily down the street, their presence near his heart gave the overly confident teenager a fresh feeling of power and maturity. It was the last day of freedom before school, and he couldn't believe how fortunate he was to have acquired this special treat just before returning to a new round of long, dull classes. He smiled smugly to himself as he realized how the other kids would envy his possession of the 'Zoom-40's'. They'd know now, once and for all, that Pete Haney wasn't just another small town punk, doing a little dope on the weekends. No sir, he was big-time. Even Mike had said so. It gave him a feeling of pride to have the admiration of the stylishly dressed dealer from Hollywood. No question about it, Mike was a cool customer with pale blond features and a scar that ran from his right ear to his chin. Pete promised himself that one day soon he'd blow the scene in the valley and head for the city to live. He was going to be like Mike, looking sharp, making big deals, and having all the chicks he could handle.
Yet, even in his neighborhood, the long-brown-haired teenager knew he wasn't doing so badly. He couldn't believe it, in fact, when Brandie Harper. called the store that morning and asked for a delivery. She'd been avoiding him lately, ever since she'd taken up with Wendy Wendt's father. In fact, he'd almost felt as if she was giving him the brush, and he was seriously considering looking for revenge. A few well-placed rumors, and the statuesque blonde would be ostracized from the town. But there was no need for action like that, it seemed. She'd placed an order, and he was about to deliver, in more ways than one.
Minutes later, the arrogant youth pulled up near the kitchen door of Brandie's house. Tugging up his tight jeans so that the throbbing bulk of his testicles made a noticeable mound in his crotch, he picked up a bag of groceries and headed for the door.
Brandie Harper was upstairs in her elegantly furnished bedroom, finishing the last of an extensive makeup job on her face, when she heard the back door buzzer sound. Slowly, she rose from the chair, fastened her silk robe around her voluptuous body, and made her way downstairs.
It must be the Haney boy with the groceries, she thought to herself. I'd better play it cool with that kid. I don't want him hanging around any more - but I don't want to get on his bad side, either. He could make a lot of trouble for me if I'm not careful.
Moments later she opened the back door, a serene, but definitely not a seductive, smile on her face.
"Hello, Pete," she said pleasantly. "Thanks for bringing the groceries."
The ravishing call girl reached out for the bag, but Pete slipped neatly inside the door before she could stop him.
"It's okay, baby," he said with a suggestive edge to his voice. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, don't you?"
"Thanks," she said, "but I don't have time to talk today, I have a lot to do."
"You don't seem to have much time for anything, these days. How come you don't call the store anymore?"
"I've been rather busy, lately, and I've been picking things up at the market near the bus stop. I've had to be in the city a lot... "
"I'll bet."
Brandie glanced with annoyance at the cocky youth, who was leaning against the kitchen counter, obscenely jutting his slim hips forward so she couldn't miss the throbbing signs of bulging arousal at his crotch.
"And just what is that remark supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I get around, baby, I hear things. I'm no dumb local yokel, you know. I got friends in the city, friends who probably move in your circles."
"I doubt that," Brandie replied firmly. She didn't like the boy's innuendoes one bit. It was almost as if he knew what her "business" was, and it made her uncomfortable. Still, the chances were he was bluffing, and despite her concern, she felt a rising tide of contempt churning in her stomach toward the self-satisfied teenager. "How much do I owe you for the groceries?"
"Hell, baby, you know you don't have to pay me with money. I'm happy just to come by once in a while and ... get my money's worth in other ways."
The shapely blonde stiffened noticeably and her sensuous lips narrowed into a tight line.
"Pete, what happened that night between us was a one-time fling. It's over and it's got to stay that way, youknow that. I have to be careful of my reputation in the community."
"Reputation? Hah! Don't make me laugh.
You don't seem to give a shit about your reputation where Warren Wendt is concerned."
Brandie's blue eyes narrowed angrily.
"Now listen here, kid, you talk to me like that once more and I'll slap your face."
Her biting remark brought the youth up short. She was treating him like a punk, coming on like some kind of queen with him now, and giving him the old heave-ho. Well, nobody treated Pete Haney like that, not if they knew what was good for them.
"You better not try that," he said in a low, threatening voice, "not if you don't want this whole town to know what you are - a cheap whore who likes to fuck teenage boys!"
The shapely blonde froze for a moment, as a flash of terror shivered through her voluptuous body, but her control returned in the next minute and she smiled coldly at Pete and began to speak in measured tones.
"Look here, little boy, if I hear that you've said one word about me to anybody in this town, I'm going to call the police and tell them you're one of the biggest drug pushers in this town. You're not dealing with Little Orphan Annie here, lover, you're dealing with Brandie Harper, and she'll tie your ass up in a knot if you make any trouble! Got the picture?"
Her remarks took Pete by surprise. He realized suddenly that she had as much on him as he had on her. The cops already had their eye on him for dealing, and one word from her was all they'd need to crack down.
"Okay, okay, baby," he said, coolly, throwing his hands up. "Guess you got me by the balls, That's the way it goes, huh?"
"Yes, that's the way it goes."
"Okay, so that's that. Too bad, it woulda been nice to throw a fast fuck into you this morning."
"Get out," Brandie snapped, trembling. "Get the hell out of this house and don't show your face around here again."
For a brief moment, the arrogant youth stared at her with flashing hatred, then he walked quickly to the door, opened it, then turned back to face the haughty call girl.
"Okay, bitch, I'm going. But our little romance ain't over yet. Not by a long shot."
"I wouldn't count on that, little boy."
The rejected delivery boy left quickly, slamming the door behind him, and Brandie heaved a deep sigh of relief as she heard his delivery scooter sputter down the driveway.
In the split-level house across the street Wendy Wendt watched through the Venetian blinds of her bedroom window as Pete drove down the street. Ever since she had seen her father and his voluptuous neighbor making love in the living room she had been trying desperately to think of a way to "rescue" her father from the clutches of the flaxen-haired temptress. Now, seeing Pete, she remembered how he had hinted to her that he, too, was sharing the charms of the Harper woman.
Maybe he can help me, she thought darkly. Maybe he can help me show Daddy what a terrible mistake he's making.
The beaming teenager realized that time was short. School was starting tomorrow, and that meant she wouldn't have much time to make plans. She had to do something right away, today. The troubled fourteen year old somewhat resisted the notion of asking the delivery boy's help. She didn't like him much, and she wasn't sure she could trust him. Still, she had nowhere else to turn. Finally, after waiting long enough for him to return to the supermarket where he worked, she went downstairs to the hall and picked up the phone. A few minutes later she recognized the young male voice that picked up the receiver at the other end.
"Springdale Supermarket, can I help you?"
"Pete?"
"Yeah ... this is Pete. Who's this?" The young brunette faltered for a minute, then answered with surprising sweetness.
"This is Wendy Wendt."
"Wendy? Well, well, whatta you know ... seems like everybody's calling today. What's up, baby?"
"I... I haven't seen you lately ... how have you been?"
"I been okay. I'm surprised to hear from you."
"Oh ... I need a few ... groceries ... and I... I wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I treated you before."
On the other end of the line, Pete whistled under his breath and smiled darkly. They all come around sooner or later, don't they, he thought.
"Yeah ... well, that's okay. Water under the bridge, you know."
"Is ... is it too late for you to come by with some things?"
"Not at all, babe, just give me the list and I'll be over in a flash."
Taking a deep breath, Warren's disturbed young daughter made up a shopping list.
"That's ... that's all I can think of," she said when she was finished. "How soon can you come?"
"Ten minutes at the most. It'll be great to see you, Wendy."
"It'll be nice to see you, too, Pete," she murmured, barely able to maintain a cordial tone. "Please hurry."
"Sure thing, doll. I'll be there in no time."
So, it's done now, Wendy thought as she hung up the phone. Maybe it's wrong for me to do this, but I don't care. I have to help Daddy. I have to.
She went back upstairs to her bedroom and stood for a moment in front of the full-length mirror across from her bed. She was dressed in a pair of old jeans and a sagging sweat shirt which had belonged to her father. The young brunette decided to change clothes, to appear more attractive for Pete's benefit. Of course, she wasn't going to give him the idea she liked him any better now, but at least she could be friendly, and maybe tease him a little. Just until he agreed to help her. She slipped quickly out of her sloppy clothes until only a pair of frilly pink panties remained. Although she had recently begun to wear a brassiere to support her developing young breasts, she decided it wasn't necessary today, and quickly she donned a tight orange jersey that clung with attractive allure to her half-child, half-woman body. Then she struggled into a pair of tight-fitting white shorts that hugged her softly rounded buttocks and the adolescent flare of her hips. Loosening her long brown hair, she let it fall out of her pony-tail so that it hung around her shoulders, the way Brandie Harper's golden mane did. She was surprised, when she stepped back to glance at herself in the mirror, at how mature she looked, almost sophisticated, and at least a few years older than fourteen.
She smiled at her alluring reflection, feeling definitely grown-up now, and very clever to be dealing with her father's problem in such a direct, meaningful way. Things were going to be all right soon, she felt, everything was going to be just fine.
"Come on in, Pete," the maturing fourteen year old brunette cooed melodiously as she opened the kitchen door to admit the waiting delivery boy.
"Glad to," he replied jauntily as he entered, carrying a bag of groceries. "Where do you want this stuff?"
"Just leave it on the table." Pete set down the bag and turned to get a good look at Wendy. His eyes widened noticeably as he took in the appetizing vision of her slender frame enticingly clad in the tight jersey top and clinging shorts. From the looks of it, she wasn't wearing any brassiere, as he had noticed. She was a sexy chick, no doubt about it, with her tight clothes and her hair falling in waves about her pretty face. He sensed, too, a change in her attitude towards him. She wasn't so cold and icy now, her eyes seemed to glitter with friendliness, and the brown-haired nymphet was much more relaxed than she had ever been with him before.
Well, he remarked to himself inwardly, maybe that Harper dame is uptight, but this little number is giving me the come on. And that's okay by me. I'd rather have some fresh young pussy any time than some old tramp who's gettin' cranky.
"Would you like a Seven-Up, Pete?" Wendy asked.
"Sure," he said, sitting down at the kitchen table and letting his eyes explore her scantily clad body while she moved about the kitchen.
"I wanted to talk to you about something, Pete" Warren's daughter said hesitantly as she got two Seven-Ups, out of the refrigerator and opened them. "I know I've been rude to you in the past, and I'm sorry."
"No sweat, baby. Never too late to get acquainted, that's what I always say. You missed having old Pete around, huh?"
Wendy winced slightly at his words. God, he was such an immature boy. So shallow. She had half an urge to tell him to go, but she knew she couldn't. She had to go through with her plan, and anything was worth the help Pete Haney, and only Pete Haney, could give her now.
"School starts tomorrow," she said, handing the cocky teenager a glass of Seven-Up and ice, then sitting down across from him with a glass of her own. "Are you excited about going back?"
"Nah, it's a waste of time. I'll be glad when I get the hell out."
"I know what you mean. I wish I didn't have to go. I get so nervous when I have to meet people."
Pete watched as the fourteen year old brunette sipped at her Seven-Up. She seemed nervous and apprehensive suddenly.
"Don't worry, kid," he reassured her confidently. "I'll introduce you around. I know all the right people."
Warren's daughter glanced at him for a moment, then looked away as if she was on the verge of crying.
"Hey, what's wrong, Wendy? It won't be that bad. Don't get upset about it."
"It's not... it's not that," she said in a quivering voice, "it's ... it's something else. Oh, I wasn't going to say anything ..."
"Hey, what is it, baby? C'mon, tell me." His curiosity was piqued now, and he wondered what Wendy was so disturbed about.
"Remember ... remember that night when you said that Daddy and Miss Harper were ... well, you know ..."
"Oh yeah," he said with a sly smile, "I remember. What happened? You find out I was telling the truth?"
"Yes...yes, I did. Oh Pete, I can't let it happen. My father might fall in love with her. He might even want to marry her. I can't let it happen!"
"Well, that's the breaks, you know. If your father's hung up on that bitch there's nothing you can do about it."
"Oh yes there is. I'm sure of it. Only ... only I need your help."
Pete Haney stared hard at the pretty fourteen year old girl. So,-he thought, that's what this is all about, all this sweet talk and come-on eyes. She wants me to help her get her old man away from Brandie. I should have thought as much. Fuckin' chicks, the only time they give you a tumble is when they want somethin' out of you. Well, she's gonna find out I don't do favors for nothin'.
"So you want my help, huh? What do you want me to do?"
Wendy got up slowly from the table and began pacing nervously around the kitchen as she spoke.
"You told me ... you told me you ... uh ... spent the night with her ... was that true?"
"I ain't' in the habit of makin' up stories like that. Don't need to. It's true, all right."
"And ... and you said you thought other people ... other people ..."
"You mean I think she sleeps around a lot? Yeah, that babe's a whore if I ever saw one. Ya know I got a friend named Mike, from the city. And when I told Mike about this dame and described her he said she sounded like a crazy chick he knew that turns tricks in the city for a big fee."
"Turns ... turns tricks?"
"That means she's a prostitute, and gets paid loads. Maybe she don't work in the streets, maybe she's in some kind of fancy apartment, but she's a whore all the same. Course, Mike wasn't sure. He said he'd have to take a look at the chick, but even if she ain't, that baby's sleepin' around like a rabbit that can't quit."
"Then I've got to keep my father from getting closer to her, do you understand, Pete? I have to!"
"Sure, I understand, Wendy." Inwardly, he realized that this curvaceous brown-haired kid must be half-nuts. Hell, that funny gleam in her eye when she talked about her father. Jesus, maybe all women were looney. It sure seemed that way. "But, what can I do about it, babe?"
"I want to show my father what kind of woman she is. I thought maybe if you could visit her tonight... and while you were with her ... If my father could see ... he'd know she was just a tramp and wouldn't have anything more to do with her, I know it."
"Well... I don't know if I could do it... she ain't been so friendly to me lately ... of course, if I brought my friend, Mike, with me, maybe we could manage it... Mike can handle anything, chicks just" cream in their pants when he's around ..."
"Please Pete, please help me. I don't know what I'll do if you don't."
"It's risky, you know. It ain't gonna be easy. Course, you know, I got to get something out of it, too."
"What... what do you mean?"
"I mean, you got to make me an offer I can't refuse. What'll you do if I go through with it?"
"I haven't any money ..."
"That's no problem, baby," he said, smirking lewdly, "in this world a chick like you don't need money. You got everything you need right inside those nice tight shorts you're wearing."
Wendy bristled at his suggestive words, and her face blushed a bright red. Her immediate impulse was to show him the door, but she couldn't do that. She needed his help.
"W-what do you mean, exactly?" she finally asked, scarcely daring to look the long-haired delivery boy in the eyes.
"Well, baby, you want me to do a favor for you, a very special kind of favor. Seems only fair for you to do the same kind of favor for me ... " His eyes roved hungrily over her ripe young body and he leaned back in his chair, reaching down with his hand to lightly stroke the ample mound of his erectly throbbing penis inside his tight pants.
"I've never ... I've never done it before," Wendy whispered, scarcely able to control the trembling in her voice at his obscene demand.
Pete grinned lewdly. "That's okay. I dig virgins."
Warren's daughter could hardly believe his callousness. It didn't matter to him at all that she was, as far as he knew, completely inexperienced. A wave of revulsion swept over her scantily clad young body, directed not only at Pete but at the whole male sex except her father. He was the only one she could ever, ever trust. More than ever, she needed to make sure that he escaped the trap of that terrible Harper woman. But without Pete's help what chance did she have tq expose her father's girlfriend for the evil woman she really was?.She couldn't do what Pete wanted, but maybe, maybe she could still get his help. Of course, she might have to cheat a little, but what did that matter?
"How do I know you'll keep your word if I do what you want?" she asked. "If you're willing to betray her for me, how do I know you won't just forget your promise after I let you ... do it to me?"
"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it."
"I can't do that," Wendy replied sharply. "After all, you might've just made up that story about Miss Harper to make me think you're really a big man. Lots of boys do that. They say they've done all sorts of things, when they're really ... not even out of diapers!"
"That ain't the case with me, babe, believe me. But I'm not gonna argue about it. If you won't put out, we got no deal." The sexually arrogant delivery boy got up from the table and began making his way to the door.
"Pete ... wait ..." Wendy insisted. "Supposing I let you do it after my father stops seeing Miss Harper?"
"How do I know I can trust you?" Pete grinned.
"Well..." Wendy's eyes shifted uneasily, "we could go upstairs now and ... and you could do other things ... you just couldn't..." she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"I couldn't fuck you, is that what you mean?" Pete moved closer to her. "Well, what could I do?" he asked. "Come on, Wendy, tell me." He placed a hand on the back of her neck and began sensuously rubbing up into her hair, at the same time forcing her to look at him directly. "Just exactly what do you have in mind?"
Warren's shapely daughter could feel herself getting excited from his illicit touch, and her breath came faster. What could she promise?
"You could ... you could ... lick me... down there," she finally burst out, hardly believing the boldness of her own words. Her daddy had liked doing that to Miss Harper, so maybe Pete would too.
Pete's cock jerked upward at her obscene invitation. In fact it turned him on almost as much as being able to fuck the brown-haired nymphet. If that was what she was offering for openers, hell, in a couple of weeks, there wouldn't be anything he couldn't get her to do. "Will you suck me off, too?" he asked, pulling her closer and lowering his voice seductively.
"Yes ... yes I will," Wendy replied desperately. God, if he wanted that too, what choice did she have?
He ran his hands down her slender body and ground his denim-caged hard cock against her pubic bone. "Okay, Wendy. Lead the way upstairs."
The blood pounding excitedly in her veins, Wendy preceded Pete up the stairs that led to the second floor, opened the door to her bedroom, and stood aside for him to enter. Then she closed the door behind him.
"Real cute," he grinned, taking in the ruffled pink curtains and bedspread. "All-American girl."
"There's no need to be snide," Warren's daughter snapped. Now that the moment was actually here, she felt herself becoming nervous, even a little frightened. "Well, what do I have to do?"
"Why don't you start by getting out of those clothes so we can have some fun?" Pete replied, flopping down on her bed and emptying the contents of his shirt pocket on her bedside table.
Trembling with shame and a strange excitement, Wendy pulled her jersey out of the tight waistband of her shorts and, crossing her arms in front of her, raised it over her head, leaving her slender young body naked to the waist.
"Nice tits," Pete commented, as he took in the rounded, pink-tipped young mounds appraisingly. He got up from the bed and came over to her, and cupped his hands over her small naked breasts, massaging them lewdly until the nipples stood out from the surrounding whiteness in hard little points digging into his palms. Bending down, he took one between his lips and ran his tongue over it, making Wendy shiver involuntarily. She hated him for what he was making her do, but she had to go through with it, for Daddy's sake, she reminded herself. Besides, she was beginning to feel the slight twinge of the delicious feelings she had experienced a few evenings earlier when she had shamelessly fingered herself while peeking through a keyhole at her father and Brandie Harper. She had thought then that the intensity of her feelings was related to her love for her father, but the insistent stirrings in her adolescent loins made her wonder if it wasn't something else, something that just came from being touched and caressed the way Pete was doing now.
No. No, I mustn't think such thoughts, she admonished herself. It would be wicked to do these things if I didn't have to save Daddy! If I just keep thinking about him, every thing'll be all right! Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the image of her father as she had seen him that night, naked and powerful. Soon he'd know how much she loved him, so much that he'd never have to go to any other woman again!
Pete stepped back from her and unbuttoned his shirt, quickly stripping it off so that his own lean and hard body was naked to the waist.
Then he seized Wendy hotly in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing her soft pink lips open so that his tongue could begin a feverish exploration of her warm oral cavern. At the same time, his hands reached behind her and unbuttoned the back of the tight shorts and slid the zipper down. He slipped his hands inside the skimpy garment so that he could grip her panty-clad buttocks in his hands.
To her own surprise, Wendy found herself returning his kiss with ardor. At first she was alarmed at the intensity of her own response, but then she decided that it was a good thing this was happening to her. It would make her more experienced when she finally gave Daddy the big surprise she was planning. And then, too, Pete's hard naked chest pressed against her soft quivering breasts wasn't at all unpleasant. Neither were the lusty probings of his tongue between her lips as he traced a wet trail over her teeth and the roof of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed involuntarily, as the muscular young delivery boy ground his hotly throbbing cock against her belly, while his hands continued their lewd massage of her tight little buttocks.
"That's it, Wendy," he murmured, blowing warm little currents of air into her ear, "let yourself go and enjoy it. We're gonna have a real good time, you and me, a real good time!"
Pulling her over to the side of the bed, he sat down on it and began peeling her tight shorts down over her softly curving hips and the smooth white surface of her slender thighs. Delicately she stepped out of them and kicked them aside, so that she was now clad only in her sheer pink panties. Licking his lips with anticipation, Pete inserted his thumbs in the tight elastic waistband and pulled them slowly down along her trembling legs and off over her feet.
Now Wendy was completely naked, and the sex-inflamed delivery boy leaned back to get a good look at her. Christ, she was a cute little piece of ass! For a moment he toyed with the idea of forgetting their agreement and just throwing her down on the bed and fucking her senseless, but that wouldn't be cool, he knew. She was a little wacky around the edges, and there was no telling what she would do if he didn't play it her way. Besides, eating her pussy while she sucked his cock wasn't a bad deal for the first time. His eyes feasted on the sparsely flowing tendrils of hazel-brown pubic hair that formed a wispy vee at the juncture of her thighs, and his lips curled in a lewd smile while his hands reached down to massage his hungrily pulsing cock through the material of his jeans.
"You got a nice bod, Wendy," he admitted. "In fact you really do look good enough to eat."
"Well, why don't you do it then, and stop talking about it?" Warren's daughter asked, flinching at his vulgar words. She hadn't anticipated standing naked in front of Pete while he looked at her so coolly, and she was beginning to feel a little humiliated by the whole thing, even though it was kind of exciting, too. Why didn't he get it over with?
"What's the hurry? I just want to get a good look at what I'm getting. C'mere!"
"Why?" Wendy asked, feeling suddenly a little frightened.
"Cause I wanna see your cunt! And 'cause if you want me to set up that Harper broad for you, you better do exactly what I tell you! Understand?"
Obediently the naked brunette teenager walked over to his perch on the edge of the bed, forcing back the anger and degradation she felt. He was right. This was the price she'd agreed to pay, but she promised herself that someday she'd have her revenge.
"Spread your legs and lemme see your pussy," Pete ordered. The outraged young girl shivered as she thrust her pelvis forward and spread her legs wide so that he would see her nakedly pulsing puntal slit. "Wider," he taunted. "Pull your cunt-lips apart with your fingers!"
The humiliated girl swallowed hard and spread her legs wider apart. Then she placed her fingers at the fluted pink edges of her tight little vagina and slowly separated the sparsely haired outer lips so that Pete could gaze fully at the pulsing furrow of her soft cuntal flesh.
"Real nice cunt," Pete murmured with delight, staring at it for a long moment as though he enjoyed Wendy's humiliation. In fact, it gave him a great sense of power and satisfaction to have Warren's daughter at his mercy like this. She'd been so high and mighty to him at first, but now he was gonna take her down a peg or two, just like he was gonna do later to that Harper broad.
"Now why don't you get your ass up here on the bed while I get the rest of my clothes off. And play with your pussy, too. That gets me hot. I'lI bet you do it all the time anyway when you're here all alone. I'll bet you can't keep your fingers out of your cunt, can you?"
His deliberate obscenity made Wendy tremble with shame all over, but she had no choice but to do what he said. She clambered up onto the bed, lay back against the pillows and separated her thighs, letting her fingers fall onto the softly trembling flesh of her exposed young cunt, pink and narrow between her widely splayed thighs. Directly in front of her, at the foot of the bed, Pete let his eyes wander hungrily over her outstretched nakedness while he undid his belt and zipper, and lowered his faded denim jeans down over his hips. He wore no underwear, and his long, sinewy cock sprang immediately erect, swaying lewdly in the air in front of his round, high testicles. Grinning tauntingly, he gripped his, massive shaft in one hand and began stroking it up and down. Although determined to go through with this, Wendy turned her eyes away. "What's the matter, Wendy? Don't you like what you see?"
"It's ... it's all right, I guess."
"Think you're gonna like havin' this big rod shoved down your throat, baby, huh?"
"I don't know." The naked adolescent's heart was beating faster. This wasn't what she thought it would be like. Why did he have to say all those disgusting things? Couldn't he just get it over with?
"Let's find out, okay?" And before Wendy knew what was happening, the sadistically aroused delivery boy was on the bed beside her, kneeling next to her face. One hand encircled his pulsating staff while the other grasped the back of Wendy's-head and raised her up toward his ready, swollen cock. Instinctively the teenage brunette pulled back, but Pete yanked her hair forcefully.
"Suck my cock, you snotty little bitch," he yelled harshly, "and don't try any funny business with your teeth or you'll be sorry!"
Then, scarcely giving her time to comply, he shoved his red lust-distended rod into her mouth, deep on the first thrust, all the way to the back of her throat. Warren's young daughter gagged helplessly, and pushed at the delivery boy's belly with her hands, but it was useless.
Once his penis was firmly inside the smoldering cavern of her mouth, Pete placed his upper leg over her slender body so that he was now facing her feet, pinning her down completely with his weight, his muscular thighs standing guard on either side of her head, and his swollen hardness violating her almost virginal mouth. Wendy could' only lie helplessly while he rocked back and forth, his hands stroking seductively the length of her long, tapering legs, separating her thighs wide apart. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, and using both hands, he pulled her light-brown fringed pussy lips wide apart so that her naked young clitoris stood out from the surrounding flesh like a tiny penis. He was delighted to see that her cunt was wet with sweet female moistness. She wanted it all right. There was no doubt about that. With his cock still lodged deep in her mouth, he lowered his head and suddenly licked the full wet length of her glistening pink cuntal furrow, flicking his tongue back and forth over the tip of her clitoris.
"Nnnngggghhh," Wendy groaned as hot flashes of titillating arousal pulsed through her lewdly outstretched young body. It was a glowing warm fire between her legs when Pete licked her. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt in her life, better even than the tantalizing thrills she had experienced while fingering herself in the downstairs hallway that night she had watched her father and Brandie Harper making love.
Her excitement was increased by the very presence inside her mouth of Pete's warmly surging cock. At first she resisted its insistent pressure, but gradually she realized that it was less difficult if she cooperated. Surrendering completely to its lustful sliding in and out of her pinkly ovaled lips, she found that the gagging feeling went away, and she could accommodate the interior of her mouth to his lewd slow movements.
Now, as shock waves of obscene pleasure vibrated in her youthful loins, set off by Pete's deft manipulations of his tongue over her hotly distended clitoris, she was amazed to discover that she seemed to possess an instinctive expertise of her own. Without even trying, she began sucking softly on his lust-swollen cock, taking him farther and farther between her lips with each movement of his hips, until the spongy surface of his muskily scented testicles grazed her nose with each stroke. Involuntarily she spread her milk-white thighs even farther apart to receive his rigidly darting tongue.
Pete, in turn, was licking and nibbling hungrily on her naked cuntal flesh, his whole body charged with lust as his tongue lapped up and down her wetly palpitating little slit. Stiffening his tongue, he drove it up into her tight vaginal entrance, flicking and whirling it until Wendy squirmed and wriggled helplessly beneath him, trying to raise her hips to take even more of the pink soft flesh of his tongue inside her. He could hear little mewling sounds of pleasure coming from her cock-filled mouth, and from the sensations she was producing in his heatedly pulsing penis, he could tell she was beginning to take hold and lose herself in this special brand of sex.
He could feel his balls tightening and filling with a heavy load of cum, and he knew that soon he would have to release it. His cock was beginning to jerk uncontrollably as Wendy's artful sucking forced his warm cum up a little farther with each breath, until it was threatening to explode. Increasing the pace of his salaciously probing tongue, he began using his fingers as well as his tongue on the nakedly outstretched brunette, so that it seemed to Wendy that he was stimulating her everywhere at once.
She even seemed to lose consciousness of the moment when his tongue and his fingers plunged in and out of her desire-heated young pussy and flicked irresistibly over her passion-charged clitoris. All she knew was that she felt deliriously wonderful in every crevice of her ripely blossoming adolescent body. She wanted it to go on forever, this wonderful new feeling that was like floating on a sea of bliss. And suddenly it happened. With a sudden groan of release, Pete's body jerked uncontrollably, and Warren's daughter felt the first gush of hot cum into her receptive mouth. At the same time, the long-haired delivery boy rammed two of his fingers all the way up into her steaming vagina and moved them in and out like a jackhammer, while his lips fastened on her clitoris.
Wendy felt as though she had suddenly been freed from the pull of gravity, as her body exploded in a movement in all directions. Greedily she lapped and swallowed the cream-like liquid that spurted from Pete's cock into her throat. At first it had seemed unpleasant, but now it was all just part of the wonderful sensations of orgasm.
It seemed like an eternity that their slender young bodies clasped each other closely, Wendy hugging up from below, and the delivery boy over her naked form, as the waves of their climax washed over them. Then Pete's swollen cock gradually began to soften and finally slipped out of Wendy's mouth, leaving a thin trail of white sticky cum on her passion-flushed cheek as he rolled off her prostrate body onto the bed.
Warren's young daughter lay still, her eyes closed, not wanting to lose the wonderful feeling of peace and contentment that pervaded her body.
"Well, baby," Pete said finally, "you won't have to worry about me breaking my promise. 'Cause after that, I wouldn't miss the chance to really fuck you for anything. Yeah, setting up Brandie Harper is gonna be a real pleasure with that to look forward to."
"Will it?" the satisfied girl asked quizzically. Of course she had no intention of fucking Pete Haney, at least not right away. After all, she was still a virgin, and it was very important to whom a girl gave her virginity. Warren's daughter smiled. Maybe later, afterwards, she'd think about Pete again. It had been more fun with him than she'd expected. But first, she had to plan her big surprise for Daddy!