Chapter 1

"I s-swear, honey, I-I didn't steal those diamonds!" sobbed Kathy, her pixie chin trembling with despair. "Somebody put those rings in my purse...oh, why would anybody do that? What have I ever done to-" The sixteen year old bride threw up her hands in a hopeless gesture, unable to rid herself of the knowledge that she had been duped. Her tormentor's timing had been impeccably well planned...just when she and her husband had managed to land their jobs as caretakers of the Parker's vast grounds.

Kathy's green eyes blurred hotly as she watched her young husband of four weeks strip off his shirt and peel down his pants to show off a muscularly lean torso. A tender, needful emotion filled her lush young body. Paul was her only support, her only friend in this whole crumby world!

She was guilty of nothing, she reassured herself, keeping a stiff upper lip as she unzipped her petite maid's uniform and pulled the wired bodice free of her creamy white shoulders. Yet here she was in the custody of her employers for a crime she had not committed.

"Honey, things could be a lot worse," her husband said, a wide grin bisecting his rugged young face pocked with the mark of youth, imparting a certain masculinity to his boyish features. "It's like Judge Henderson said, he could have shipped you back to your parents or thrown you in jail. Christ, we both woulda been up shit creek if he'd called your pa after us runnin' away to get married." He peeled down to his jockey shorts. "I'm surprised he don't have a posse lookin' for us now!"

"I wish we'd never come here!" the young honey-haired girl reflected lamentably, her wide and innocent green eyes puddling with tears. "Just because we're poor people from the mountains they think we're thieves...."

"I know, I know, baby," Paul conceded, sensing the lump rising in his own throat at the tears trickling down her angelic face. He stood awkwardly running his hands through his sandy hair.

Damn, what a rotten mess! Married a month, eloping to Georgia to get away from that hay seed Appalachian town, and now this. Her father had been right...he was a country hick wet behind the ears...a worthless bastard...too chickenshit to get his hands dirty in the mines. Hell, he had no right marrying her, but they both wanted to get out of that hick town and find greener pastures. But he loved her, for whatever that was worth.

Paul lifted his eyes to her, his stomach muscles tensing from the sight of her satiny skinned body draped in a black lace garter belt with long ribboned garters holding up textured fishnet stockings that played peek and boo with her finely sculpted alabaster thighs.

"If only I knew why somebody was trying to trap me...." persisted Kathy, unable to shake her despair as she turned and walked to the vanity for a Kleenex, the full ripe mounds of her proud young breasts jouncing with her ass-swinging steps.

Paul swallowed tightly, his eyes fixing on the provocative rippling movements of her bikini clad buttocks with the wad of nylon riding high on her crevice, her silken blonde hair falling to the middle of her slender back. He felt a stirring inside his shorts and mentally berated himself for thinking such evil thoughts when his wife needed him to console her, not climb on top of her.

"Don't take it so personally, Kathy," he hastened, moving around the bed toward her. "There's a whole house full of fucked up little runaways out there just itchin' to get their hands on some dough to break outta that cracker box!"

He gestured toward the window which gave full view onto the dull brick building on the opposite side of the azalea hedged boundary demarcating the Parker's green turfed grounds from the Halfway Home for Girls beyond. Sid and Myra Parker, following a long line of Georgian philanthropists, had donated the renovated country club grounds to the state rehabilitation program, housing young women with emotional problems. In exchange for this special attention, the girls worked in and about the grounds, maintaining the swimming pool and tennis courts available for their use upon permission of the Parkers.

"One of those chicks stole Mrs. Parker's diamond rings, for Chrissakes Kathy, you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out the motive! She heard somebody coming and afraid of being caught red handed, she stuffed them in your purse. Didn't you say Dottie was cleaning the Parker's bedroom that day?"

"Oh, I know," said Kathy wearily. "But we can't prove anything, possession is nine-tenths of the law...and they were in my purse." Kathy dabbed at her little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her husband. He opened his arms and she drifted into them, welcoming the security of their strength. "Now it's my fault that we're stuck here for two years until I'm off probation," she mumbled. "We ran away from Tennessee to be on our own and now we're prisoners in somebody else's house!"

"Don't worry, honey...things'll work out," Paul stroked his hands over the smoothness of her naked back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness of her breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly grazing downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her buttocks and draw her closer to him. "At least we're together...no matter what, we've got to promise each other we'll never let anything or anybody come between us...."

"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" She looked up into his face, searching into his eyes...then he heard her gasp of arousal as she felt the wealth of his swelling penis drub against the naked softness of her belly. "I'd have died if they'd separated us...and put me in that horrible halfway house with all those crazy girls," she whispered, her soft loveliness seeming to melt against his lanky, virile young body. She raised her quivering lips and kissed him tenderly.

"I know, honey...we have to look on the good side," he soothed, his hands massaging the mounds of her buttocks inside her nylon panties while his penis lurched against her belly. He tried to concentrate on their urgent situation, but with her perfumed softness pressing against him, he could barely see straight, let alone think straight. Something haunted him: Hadn't he noticed a gloating smirk on Sid Parker's face when at his behest, Kathy was placed in his custody by Judge Henderson?

"Let's get into bed," Kathy whispered against his cheek, interrupting his thoughts and making his brow dampen with desire. "I-I need you so badly tonight."

"Mmmmmm...me, too," he hissed while he inched his hands around to cup her pink nippled breasts whose hardened buds burned in his clammy palms. Christ, he'd married a fox...if only she would break out of this religious bullshit her parents had trapped her with and loosen up in bed.

Kathy loved this part of marriage best-feeling her husband crush up against her, rubbing his hands over her naked breasts until her empty little pussy started to froth with desire. From the first time he'd fingered her brassiere in the hayloft, he had never failed to make her whimper with anticipation. He was her devoted lover and she felt confident that soon he would discover the secret of really fulfilling her voracious sexual hunger. Maybe tonight.. .

These scattered thoughts charged through her mind as she pressed her goose-bumped flesh innocently against his, her mind desperately trying to blot out the circumstances imprisoning them. Of course Paul was right...the Judge could have contacted her parents or sent her to jail. Still, as Paul pointed out, they were together, and their room was comfortable here on the Parker's second floor, even though their balcony overlooked the Halfway House. At least she wasn't locked up in that horrible place! No...matters could be far blacker, and she'd been acting like a child...anything but a wife...and her sweet, mollifying husband deserved so much more. To make him happy was her only goal in life. If...if only she knew more intimate means of pleasing him. Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her? Anything...?

"Mmmmmm.. . . " hushed Kathy as he gently rolled her thin black panties down over her hips to fall in a silken pile at her feet, then drew her nearly naked young body back on top of him while he lowered himself onto the queen-sized bed.

"Are you ready, baby?" he hissed.

"Oh, yessss!" she gasped, kissing him hungrily and writhing her moistened vagina downward against his blood heavy penis inside his jockey shorts. "God, I love you!"

Paul twisted his mouth free, grinning. "I know that...but how bad do you wanna get fucked?"

"Are you going to make me beg?" she giggled, the naughty four-letter word making her forget all else but the delicious rub of his hard, virile cock touching the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and curl fringed pussy mound. With a little grunt, she squirmed her hips and buttocks in an effort to work the pole of his clothed shaft up between the pouting lips of her wet pussy. "Oh, Paul, love me! Make me happy...please don't stop until.. . "

"Until what?" he questioned, puzzled.

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Frustrated, Kathy sensed her cheeks flushing and stammered: "Hurry up and get those pants off!"

Sid Parker's barrel chest heaved spasmodically in a burst of obscene chuckles as he watched the custom-built closed-circuit TV screen and with lewd delight rubbed the swollen shaft tenting the front of his black silk pajamas. He lay stretched out on the red satin sheets draping the round bed amidst an infinity of mirrors reflecting the lush statuesque beauty of the raven-haired temptress beside him. The sheer black negligee covered her womanly bumps and curves like a filmy veil draped about the marble perfection of a Hellenistic statue of Aphrodite. She lazed on the bed in luxurious decadence, a smug grin reflected in her excitedly dilated pupils as she watched and listened to the intimate lovemaking unfolding in perfect focus before her, while she gently stroked the soft head of the black Persian cat yawning with boredom beside her.

"That sweet-assed little cunt," the gray-templed powerfully built man whispered thickly. "Look at her squirm her ass! The day she came knocking on our door begging for work, I could see hunger in her eyes. And that punk hayseed husband can't turn her on." A crooked snicker rippled across Sid's thick upper lip. "Christ, look at those tits...those thighs...that tight little pussy!"

The stoic severity of his beautiful faced wife broke into a smile. "And you can thank your clever wife for making sure Goldy Locks doesn't get out of your clasp for two years." With languid slowness, her liquid eyes roved back to the colored screen to drink in the details.

Sid rolled his bald head to gaze over at his vixen mate, noting with a lecherous eye the smooth flesh of one nakedly raised leg bent at the knee and the firm thigh at the vee where an intensely forested black patch of curls was reflected in the mirror's eye. A ripple of lust sizzled from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy penis lurch inside the silk trap of his pajamas. Hell, even at forty-one years of age Myra possessed an hour-glass figure that would turn a twenty year old green with envy, and she didn't have to work at keeping fit. She took her exercises in bed and developed muscles that counted. Only Myra's keen perception and cunningness aged, and like vintage wine, became more subtle, more palatable over the years.

"Come on, baby, don't tell me that baby ass doesn't turn you on," taunted her husband. "You'd love to sink your teeth into the baby pussy, wouldn't you?" To provoke a reaction, he reached over and tweaked a spiked nipple between his thick thick fingers, a gesture that brought neither a wince nor a smile to her lips. Their shared understanding of spicy sexuality was too deeply rooted to cause jealousy. And although the blonde teenager who at that precise moment was gasping over the speaker system as her husband wormed his thick, blood heavy cock into her nakedly seeping pussy had sparked a hellish sensation down inside Myra's own cunt, it was the scraggly looking husband she couldn't keep her dark eyes from.

"You can have little Goldly Locks, lover," Myra finally replied as she continued to fondle and pet the black Persian cat named Lust. "I'll take the young hayseed. He's built like a stud horse...lanky and lean."

'Two years, huh?" grinned Sid, licking his lips and stroking his burgeoning cock with his meaty fingers. "Simple indeed. Judge Henderson was all too willing to put the little bitch into our custody after those rings were ah, accidentally found in her purse."

"My dear, you are a genius." But Myra wasn't listening. She raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to better watch the X-rated video play taking place on the screen before them. A low, deep throated groan rumbled over the speaker as Paul's blood inflated cockhead worked at the thin, hair-lined pussy lips of his spread eagled young wife.

"OH, GOD," gasped Kathy as the throbbing tip poked through the tight mouth of her pink pussy, stretching the small, visibly quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of her panting husband's guiding hand.

"Oh...OHHHHHH GOD, DARLING...IT'S SO BIG...SO (gasp) BIG!" Kathy's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity through the speaker to the pair of voyeurs. "OH...OHHHHH PLEASE, NOT TOO FAST, HONEY...IT HURTS YET!"

Sid gave his penis a quick jerk. "Wait till the little honey feels a few inches of this baby crammed up her cunt!"

Myra Parker was too mesmerized by the lust arousing scene to drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband was masturbating himself in titillating little strokes and then, subconsciously, she was aware of her own painted fingertips running circles about her hardened ruby like nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny, butterfly like sensations began to flutter in her loins and belly.

Beside her, Lust had raised his head and stared at his mistress, piqued by the loss of her stroking hand.

God, there was something about that lanky, pimply faced boy that turned her on no end. His cock alone would normally be enough to inspire desire...but a certain quality about him kindled deeper sensations...his roughly handsome face maybe...his lankiness...as her cousin...Yes! That was it! God, he resembled her cousin Edward in his younger years. He was the youthful image of her incestuous cousin that she wanted to remember...the boy who had taken her virginity, a night twenty seven years ago. She had been thirteen at the time, an age when games played with boys involve a different kind of punch. Edward had been her first lover...until he found another girl and started a licit affair. She was blonde, green-eyed and fresh as spring air. Then Edward moved away with his virginal wife, leaving a pregnant, fourteen year old cousin to fight the shame...and to forget. A thick psychological scar jelled Myra's emotions from thereon and, though she loved Sid in her own way, Myra never felt possessive of him as she had Edward. She had lost him, but now he was back and she would possess him...no dominate him this time-body and soul! And that blonde little bitch-like his wife-would have to step aside or be destroyed. Now she had Edward and his insipid wife in her clasp and she would punish both for the unhappiness they had caused her!

The Parkers watched the sexual antics of their caretakers with the religiosity of a stock broker studying the Wall Street Journal. Sid Parker gasped with glued eyes at the young bride's naked loveliness. The fact that she was getting fucked by her husband only added spice to the entree...watching the changing expressions of rapture to the sudden twinges of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft plunged into her, inciting envious, sadistic spasms to knot his guts...staring eagerly at her wide spread young thighs...the delicious curves of her untanned ass...the rippling movements of her jutting breasts as she worked to satisfy him.

He'd taken one look at her in Judge Henderson's office and knew that beneath those girlish giggles was a hidden a ripe little woman begging to be fucked. Judge Henderson hadn't opposed Myra's suggestion that the kids would change their ways under her custody...nor did he dare oppose the Superintendent of the Halfway House or his monthly romps with a harem of naked nymphets would cease. Public exposure was always a trusty weapon, should tack number one fail, and with Georgian politicians being increasingly thrown to the media den for clawing, he'd damned well better comply!

Sid grinned confidently, thinking himself clever for involving the judge. Hell, as Director of the Parker Halfway House he was the only man in the state with a playpen full of young girlies who would be nude themselves for him at the snap of a finger. His grin broadened as he stroked his cock and stared at the video screen above. That was another clever move-having the closed-circuit TV installed and placed strategically on each floor of the House. Fifty-four budding young women, and not a one over eighteen!

Which reminded him. "Where the hell is that little bitch, Sam promised?" he grunted impatiently, rolling his bowling ball head toward his wife.

"She should be here in a while," said Myra absently, her mind obviously wandering to other natters. "You have the remote on your side of the bed. You find out where she is."

Sid Parker growled deep in his throat as he picked up the control panel and depressed the button. Instantly, the screen changed and where Kathy and Paul had been writhing nakedly on the bed, now several young girls in full dress moved about the rumpus room of the Halfway House. Again he switched the channels and this time a young girl sat on a bed unbuttoning her blouse, and on another channel the shower room came into focus.

The sounds of splashing waters and giggles of three naked girls soaping their breasts filled the Parker's bedroom. Glinting, Sid's flinty eyes raked over their teen-aged bodies, feasting lecherously on their tender, vulnerable flesh.

'The one in the middle with the long red hair is Candy," his wife informed him blandly.

"Hmmmm...not bad...tight little ass," her husband grunted, raking his eyes over the girl's perfect symmetry. "What's she here for?"

"Her father raped her and she ran away," said Myra, admiring the pretty redhead's youthful charms. Already she had sampled the girl in her private suite at the home and she spoke from experience. "She's a hot little number, that girl...she knows all the tricks. I guess her father taught her what her prostitute mother didn't....."

"I don't want her case history, Myra," Sid cut her short. "Get the little bitch over here before I cum in my pants!"

Myra tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation charging through her as she glanced at the thick rubbery stalk of flesh clasped tightly in her husband's hand, a pearl of pre-cum oozing from the tip. And what a fantastic cock he had, too, she mused. It was all she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then, but experience had taught her that the pain of putting off the joy was half the fun of sex. It hurt so good to want it so bad...

"Don't get impatient, lover. Sam will be bringing her over shortly. She's preparing her now. While we wait let's switch back to see how our caretakers are doing. That darling hayseed is doing horrible things to your baby's belly."

The big man responded with a massive laugh, while Lust nosed her snubbed snout against his mistress's hand in purring invitation.