Chapter 2
Laura Beth had forgotten about Spence, just as her father had done. But now that she was feeling so excited, so close to coming, she didn't mind having him there in the least. She glanced back as he laughed coarsely and moved closer, his stubby young cock rising up along his stomach, hard and throbbing.
"You want to show your brother how you feel about him, Laura Beth ? " her father asked, holding himself steady, his cock buried deep inside the girl's tight overheated muff.
Embarrassment was something he didn't even think about, for more than once he and his son had shared similar pleasures together, sodomizing sheep and goats to relieve their insatiable sexual hungers. Now, he didn't doubt that Laura Beth took after the rest of the family.
"Only if you think I should, paw," she giggled, teasing her brother as she pushed forward, rubbing her pubic mound against her father's hairy crotch.
"I think you should, Laura Beth. I think
Spence here needs to ram his cock right down your throat, if I say so myself."
Spence didn't wait for an engraved invitation.
Wildly turned on by their lewd and uninhibited display, excited just watching them, he got up on the bed and crawled around behind his sister. And even as she and her father started moving, stroking back and forth and rocking on the bed, Spence was pushing his stubby hard-on right down between her lips.
"Give it a good hot suck and make me come, too, sis," he moaned, rubbing the unhooded head of his dick back and forth across her lips until she opened her mouth wide and he shoved forward, slamming it down her throat.
The suddenness of his motion, the violence of his actions, got her more hot than ever. She knew she would come and even as she wrapped her lips around her brother's prong and he started swearing and pushing it in and out, stroking into her mouth, she moved with her father, loving everything that was happening, almost sorry she was so dead-set upon going to New York City.
Trying not to think of that, she let herself be consumed by pleasure and pleasure only. "Yes, feel it and come, come now, now," Eban moaned, his balls hitting her upraised legs again and again as he too got closer and closer to his long-awaited climax.
Her youthful vitality and tight succulent pussy was making him more wild and uncontrollable than ever. He hit into her with rapid searing strokes, savagely ramming his penis in and out of her cunt. But Laura Beth wanted it, more than ever.
Unable to speak, her mouth filled with her brother's hard throbbing pecker, she lurched up and down and thrashed against her father. He was overpowering her in every way and she moved with him, stroke for stroke until it finally happened and like a dam unable to withstand a flashflood, she felt herself going over the edge.
Her muffled groan and sudden wetness spurred her father on. For even as she came he too was about to fill her snatch with his hot bubbly load. As for Laura Beth, she couldn't stop herself. The pleasure of her climax was making her toss and turn and Spence shoved his cock still deeper, bending her tonsils back, his sweaty musky crotch making her dizzy.
She kept her lips fastened tightly around his pole and moved up and down, working her cunt muscles around Eban's prong, coming and shooting and loving every flickering fiery second of her climax. And then he too joined her in the pleasure of her ecstasy and release.
"Yes, Laura Beth, do it, suck on Spence's cock and keep on coming!" he called out, turned on by his children's lusty display, feeling his balls churning with semen which any second would soar up the buried and hidden length of his pole, gushing into her well-crammed pussy. "Now, shit yes, girl, feel my spend, what a fucking hot load, strong fucking come, girl, feel it, feel your paw's cream, Laura Beth!"
And then he too lost control and crashed against her, crushing her down on the bed. Spence opened his eyes wide, finding it incredibly exciting to watch his father coming inside his sister's pussy. Eban was going crazy, sucking on her tits as he pinned her down to the bed.
He felt his balls contracting and even as Laura Beth kept sucking off her brother, coming as well, she felt what was happening inside of her snatch. All of a sudden a hot spray of sticky viscous cream gushed into her and she clenched her vaginal muscles all the more tightly, engulfing her father's prick and holding it down in place.
He roared like a bull, hitting into her as one wad after another splashed frothily into her tight juicy little cunt, flooding her muff with more cream than she or even Eban had ever dreamed possible. It was too much for him and he closed his eyes and kept twitching, shaking on top of her as his climax took hold of him.
The sight was enough to get Spence over the edge as well.
"Do it, Laura Beth, suck me off, harder, lick my cock and drink my cream," he moaned, pushing it in and out of her mouth as she kept shaking against her father, feeling the bullet-like wads of semen hitting the shuddering palpitating walls of her vagina.
It was so much better, so much more intense than when Spence had fucked her that she felt like another person, already a woman and not a mere child, a teenager. She sucked furiously, wanting to feel Spence shooting, still loving the way more and more come was flowing into her ravished and burning quim.
Calming down, she looked up as he kept rocking against her, pistoning his meat down her throat, his tight furry nuts hitting her face each time he stroked, lurching back and forth. Gurgling happily, she kept sucking him off until he wasn't in any position to prevent himself from coming.
"That's it, harder, oh yes, Laura Beth, I'm comin' ... comin' now, now!" he screamed out, holding her steady, pressing her head against his crotch and then stiffening as she gagged and felt the first hot spurts of his youthful seed filling her throat.
She kept swallowing as he shook above her, driven wild as his father who, even then, was watching with narrowed and delighted eyes. To see his handsome and well-hung young son coming like a bat out of hell amused him incredibly. And to watch Laura Beth gurgling with delight and drinking down Spence's load was enough to start Eban thinking of going all night.
He lay on top of her, his cock thick and limp inside of her swampy and come-f illed hole. And even as she drank down Spence's seed, Eban started moving in and out, rocking easily and trying to keep his cock in place as ever so slowly he began to regain his erection.
By the time she had sucked Spence dry and he had pulled back, groaning as loudly as his sister was, Eban was once again fully hard. He began to speed up his motions, loving the added wetness, the sticky lubricity of her come-smeared pussy.
"Yes, paw, ohh good, good, fuck me again, all the time, give it to me!" Laura Beth cried, not about to stop until she had come a second, a third, a fourth, even a fifth time.
It was way past dawn, the sun already rising in the morning sky, when the three of them closed their eyes and sank back into drugged and exhausted reverie, lulled to sleep by the searing pleasure they had all experienced.
But what they didn't know was that the idyll was ending as abruptly as it had begun, for Laura Beth was still set upon leaving, even if she was too tired to undertake her journey, realizing that she would have to postpone her plans and start out a day later than she had hoped.
She decided to tell her father that she was leaving for New York that same evening. But Eban knew that he would never be able to hold her back, that Laura Beth had to make up her own mind and do what she thought best.
"I'm gonna miss ya somethin' fierce, honey," he said and she whimpered like a puppy and threw her arms around him as he lifted her up off the floor and carried her around the room.
Even then, even knowing she was going to leave, couldn't stop her from thinking about Eban, about how good it felt to be in her father's strong embracing arms, to press her crotch up against his groin and feel the first hot stirrings of his cock inside his overalls.
Eban too was aroused and he was more saddened about her leaving than ever. He let her down and she stood there, tears brimming over her eyes, dripping down her cheeks. "I love you, paw, and I'll be good and become a famous model like all those ladies in the magazines. I know I will. I promise."
He smiled wistfully, leaned forward and holding her in his arms, pressed his lips against her mouth, thrusting his tongue right inside. Her body was so young and lush, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he pushed his hips forward, angling his crotch towards the soft tender mound between her legs.
Laura Beth felt desire creeping through her limbs. She wanted to be with her father, but she also knew that she had to make it on her own, that there was no other way unless she intended to spend the rest of her life like everyone else she knew, a hillbilly in the Ozarks, grubbing the land for a living and never feeling the good things in the world.
But it was good having him hold her and she embraced him just as tightly, safe in his arms as he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, depositing her gently on top of the eiderdown quilt. Glancing down, she smiled at the sight of his cock tenting up the front of his overalls.
Not shy in the least, wanting to please him before she left, Laura Beth reached out and pressed her eager young fingers around her father's tool. "Yes, Laura Beth, just this once, this last time let me stick my cock into your pussy and make us come again, like we did last night and this morning."
And even before it was over, even before her father had once again shot a load of hot spend down into the depths of her tight and juicy pussy, Laura Beth realized she would always look for a man like her father.
Not a boy, mind you, but a man, an older man who would be able to give her the same kind of protection and security and comfort, teaching her everything there was to know about the ways of the world, and the big city in particular.
But all the next day, riding on the bus to Little Rock and then to New York, she was saddened by the thought that it might not be as easy to make it in the city as she had read, all those stories about stagestruck girls becoming stars overnight.
She had very little money, just enough to stay at the Y for two weeks, so she hoped she would be able to get some kind of work right away, having a set of fake I.D.'s that said she was nineteen, not her actual sixteen years of age.
But with the right makeup she could look older, anyway and she kept her nose pressed to the window, marveling at the size of Little Rock and knowing that New York was ten times bigger. Two days later she got off at the Port Authority, stiff and drugged from lack of sleep.
But a hot bath and a good sleep in her tiny room at the Y changed all that and the next morning she set out on her rounds, buying the paper and trying to discover how one went about being a high-fashion model.
After all, she had read in her home improvement course that that was the first step to becoming a movie star. But the only ads for models she saw read as follows: FEMALE MODEL WANTED TO POSE FOR PHOTO STUDIO. NO EXP. NEC.
A phone number was listed and she called immediately, explaining that she was looking for a job, that she had seen their ad in the newspaper that morning. Asked about her age, she lied of course and asked for her measurements, she blushed and told the man on the other end that she was 36-24-36.
"What kind of modeling will I be doing?" she asked at last.
"Just come on down to the studio and ask for Marty. He'll give you the whole outline of the job. Oh, and by the way, we pay two-fifty an hour, take it or leave it."
"I'll take it," she said breathlessly, saying good-bye and stepping out of the phone booth. It was but a short walk to the midtown studio where she hoped to get a job and she nearly ran all the way, flushed and tingling with anticipation that this just might be the start of her new career.
It was, but not the kind of career she had ever had in mind.
The gilt letters on the door of the upstairs studio were already peeling, but she had no trouble reading them. EROTIPOSE STUDIOS was what it said and not being able to make heads or tails out of the meaning of such a strange word, she knocked three times and stepped inside.
She was in a small outer office, separated from the studio proper by a curtained archway. The office was empty and she stood there, trying to look her best, not a frightened kid straight off the farm. "Hello?" she called out, her voice cracking in fear as suddenly the curtain was pulled back and she found herself blushing once again, staring into the set and narrowed eyes of a man' with a cigar in his mouth.
"Yeah, what can I do for you?" he asked, moving towards her, his eyes opening wide as he took in every detail of her voluptuous young body, the way her thin summer frock was too tight for her, the way her breasts strained against the material, threatening to pop the buttons.
But it was the best dress she had, one of three she possessed. She did her best to look calm and at ease, but the man kept advancing upon her and Laura Beth was for some odd reason immediately uncomfortable.
She wore her innocence and naivete on her face and the man suddenly smiled and extended his hand. "You the chick who called before, Laura Beth Coates?" he asked. "I'm Marty, Marty Ericson."
"Yes, yes I am," she blurted out, still shaking as the man gripped her hand and squeezed it for a moment longer than she had expected. But there was something about him that was gradually putting her at her ease.
It was a similarity to her father, for Marty was about the same height and build, the same age as well. He wore a natty black pinstripe suit and a white on white shirt and tie and knowing nothing of New York, Laura Beth was soon quite impressed with his easygoing manners and what she thought of as stylish dress.
"I came about the job," she went on and he smiled and beckoned her to follow him behind the curtain.
When she stepped into the bare-floored loft, she was nearly blinded by the arc lights suspended from the ceiling and illuminating the room. There was a pedestal with a velvet piece of cloth thrown over it, a camera on a tripod and little else. It was also empty of customers and employees.
"What ... what do I do, on the job, I mean," she stammered as he waved his hand, showing her the layout.
Marty recognized her accent and smiled to himself. Her innocence turned him on as much as her seductive figure. "It's very simple, actually, Miss Coates," he said in a phony business-like manner. "You see, our clientele enjoy photographing attractive young women such as yourself. They do all the posing and take your picture. Isn't that easy work?"
"Very," she grinned, glad she had seen the ad in the paper.
"Of course, you can't dress like that, my dear. These men are not amateurs. They're into the art of the body, the nude form in time and space. You follow what I'm saying?"
She didn't, but kept nodding her head, not wanting to appear stupid or naive. Marty cleared his throat and kept smiling, telling her how she would have to pose au naturel as he termed it, in the buff. "Naked?" she whispered.
"Exactly so, quite naked, totally naked, my dear," he said, smiling at her once again. And seeing her reluctance, he went on, "Of course, if you'd prefer to go elsewhere ... but I must tell you, since I realize that you're new to our fair city, that work is scarce, especially modeling. You are a model, aren't you, Miss Coates?"
"Yes, yes of course I am," she said quickly, deciding right then and there to accept his offer. After all, her paw hadn't been embarrassed about her naked body and she herself was quite proud of it, knowing how attractive she was. And if she would make some money doing the work, then things would be much better to begin with.
She told him that she would like to start, and start as soon as possible. "I must inspect your person before hiring you, Miss Coates. You know, a mere formality, but necessary since Erotipose Studios only handles the most attractive young women in the city. So please step out of your clothes and walk back and forth so I can make up my mind."
It was a job and she nodded her head, realizing that she might as well get used to New York, strange as it might seem. Besides, he was giving her so much of his time and she wanted the job desperately now that she had learned how difficult it was to get employment.
Marty Ericson watched her as she put down her purse on top of the pedestal and began to unbutton her shirtwaist dress. He smiled to himself, delighted by what was about to happen. The girl bore an uncanny resemblance to Monroe and he was turned on incredibly, so much so that he hoped she wasn't going to stop him from getting his own way.
She seemed younger than she had said on the phone, but Ericson had a taste for children, teenage girls with big knockers and tight cunts, in particular. And Laura Beth looked exactly like the youngster he had often fantasized.
Now, he watched her unbuttoning her dress, stepping out of it and standing there in panties and a bra. "These too?" she whispered and when he smiled and nodded his head, his cigar wagging between his lips and his cock wagging between his thighs, she reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and blushing all the more hotly.
The sight of her tits turned him on and he felt his mouth watering, his cock hardening and throbbing between his legs. He had to have her, but he didn't want to scare her away, either. And when she reluctantly hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled those down as well, he had a hard time controlling himself.
Her body was flawless and it was then that Marty Ericson began to realize Laura Beth's true possibilities. He was a man who loved money even more than sex and one look at her told him everything he had to know.
She wasn't the kind of broad who worked in his studio, two-bit hookers needing to score with Johns off the street. He knew he was looking at high-class merchandise, providing he could assemble the correct package.
Laura Beth was the girl next door, the All-American type, clean wholesome good looks, yet the same kind of flashy sensuality that had made Monroe a star. He thought of this as she cleared her throat nervously and began to parade before his all-consuming eyes.
"Go on, not bad, Miss Coates, not bad at all," he found himself saying, his hands over his crotch, hiding the bulging display of his stiff and burning cock.
The reddish beaver of her cunt made his knees weak and the twin cheeks of her ass were perfectly formed, smooth and rounded to a flawless finish. He had never seen a chick so voluptuous, so much of a turn-on, in all of his life.
Now, he knew he had to have her, in every way possible.
But instead of making the first move and perhaps frightening her away, he told her to get dressed. "Do I ... do I get the job, Mr. Ericson?" she asked.
He told her that it was hers, but that he wished to take her out to dinner that night to discuss her career, for he was also a manager, so he said, someone who could be able to make her a star. She gobbled up his words as hungrily as she gobbled up the food at dinner and when Marty had gotten Laura Beth's head filled with his far-reaching plans, her face flushed with a little too much wine, she didn't hesitate to accept his offer to return to his apartment for a nightcap.
She had never drunk anything but elderberry wine and she was a little tipsy when they got up to leave. But Marty put his arm around her, supporting her and she smiled, leaning against him, hoping that he'd buy her the clothes he had talked about, set up the appointments with the agencies as Veil.
It was a dream and she didn't want it to ever stop.
She only knew that he was being nice to her, like her father almost. His shabby apartment was still furnished beyond her wildest dreams and in her youthful innocence and exuberance, she laughed uproariously and turned around when they stepped inside, throwing her arms over his shoulders and embracing him, thanking him for everything he had already done for her.
But when she made a move back, he wrapped his hands around her and held her tight, refusing to let go. He was overpowering her, tall and stocky and far stronger than Laura Beth. She turned white as he pulled her face up to his and smashed his lips against her mouth with sudden sexual savagery and violence, unable to hold himself back, losing his control.
His tongue thrust into her mouth and she was still shaking, still trying to pull away as he licked her lips and teeth and gums, grinding his hips forward so that she was startled as she suddenly felt the hard long column behind his trousers, his cock arching up and rubbing along her crotch.
She was just a girl and he frightened her, his firm manly body crushing her against him as he lifted her up in the air, just as her father had done, refusing to let go of her though she beat her fists against his broad muscular chest. "You'd better be a good girl or else I'm gonna have to spank you, Laura Beth," Marty told her, feeling more like a father than a lover, relishing the way she was kicking and twisting about in his arms.
"No, please, don't, let me down," she squealed, but he refused to let go of her.
"No, I can see that you need a spanking, Laura Beth," Marty said, rubbing his crotch up against her, wanting to dig his meat down into the soft juicy adolescent depths of her pussy. He was reliving a fantasy that had colored his dreams for years and now nothing was going to stop him.
"But, but why? I'll be good," she whimpered as he threw her down on the bed and she crouched there like a wounded deer, her eyes reddened and opened wide with fright while Marty stood over her, taking off his jacket and tie and rolling up his shirt sleeves.
She saw the wiry tuft of hair growing up towards his neck as he unbuttoned his collar and the muscles swelled hotly across his chest, his burly arms hairy and powerful looking. Suddenly, she began to calm down, feeling strangely comforted, as if she hadn't left home at all.
"Since you weren't such a good little girl and you tried to kick me," he went on, staring at her and drooling with excitement, "I'm going to have to spank that sweet little bottom of yours, Laura Beth. But I won't spank you very hard, because you're too lovely to hurt."
She hadn't been spanked by anyone but her father, and that had been more than ten years before, when she was very young. Now, the idea made her giggle and the more she laughed, the more excited and determined Marty became.
"Now take off your dress so we don't wrinkle it. Tomorrow I'm going to buy you a new one and then take you to see a friend of mine who makes movies."
"Movies?" Laura Beth said. "But I thought I was to start working tomorrow, at the studio."
"No, I think you're too talented for that, Laura Beth. I think you should be in the movies," he insisted, staring at her as she hastily unbuttoned her dress, not wanting to displease him now that he was her manager, a man she trusted totally.
Marty was well aware of this and he played on it as he stood there, not even realizing that his fingers were moving up and down across his fly, rubbing against his imprisoned cock while Laura Beth took off her dress and hung it neatly over a chair.
"Everything?" she whispered, seeing her father then and not about to stop Marty in the least.
He nodded his head and she made short work of getting out of her bra and panties. And when he once again was presented with a view of her naked and seductive young body, he couldn't stop himself any further.
Quickly, he decided to take off his shirt and trousers and he did so, kicking off his shoes and moving towards her, his clothes strewn about the floor. The moment he did this she started staring, knowing inside of her that she liked him, that he was the kind of adult she would feel secure with.
He seemed as imposing and strong as her father and she saw something thick and fleshy for an instant as the fly to his jockey shorts gaped open slightly. It was enough to egg her on and Marty sat down on the edge of the bed and told her to get over his lap.
She hurried to comply with his wishes, pressing her naked and already hot and dripping cooze flat against his hairy crotch. Through his jockey shorts, she could feel his hard-on, stiff and jutting and she wiggled her hips luxuriously as he stared down at her plump naked bottom.
The two cheeks were dimpled, smooth and white and raising his hand, he brought it down just hard enough to make her wince as he stung her left nether globe and left a reddish splotch, the imprint of his palm and five fingers like a suddenly etched tattoo.
"I hope you'll learn to behave like a polite young lady," he informed her, loving the way she was wiggling against him, rubbing her pussy against his cock and making him breathless with excitement.
But he didn't want to rush things, even though he was fast losing control of himself. No, he had waited for this too long to ruin it by hurrying and the warmth of her glowing ass cheeks enticed him once again as he brought his big meaty hand down and she cried out, shaking against him as she felt the way her buttocks were now blushing, burning with a kind of tingling itching pain that was more pleasurable than anything else.
"I'll be good, I promise," she told him, rubbing back and forth as more murky cunt juice streamed down, dampening her crotch and actually wetting the front of his underpants.
"You have a lovely little ass, Laura Beth," he told her. "But now that I'm your manager, you must learn to listen to me and do whatever I think is best ... for your career, understand?"
"Yes," she whimpered, growing more and more aroused as his hand came down yet again.
He was tingling all over and he stopped to admire his handiwork, rubbing his fingers over each smooth reddened orb, loving the touch of her flesh as his hands massaged her ass and she quieted down, pushing against his hidden cock and wanting to feel his stiff jutting member filling her as her father had done a few days before.
Marty was sweating like a stuck pig, burning up inside. He kept playing with Laura Beth's ass until it became too much for him. "Now get to your feet," he told her and she slid reluctantly off of his lap, turning to stare down at his crotch and burly torso.
Without another word, Marty hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his jockey shorts and shucked them down, his cock thrusting out into the air, nearly as long and thick as her father's massive column of man-flesh.
Laura Beth's mouth dropped open. She stood before him, staring as avidly as he was staring at her. "Does this please you, Laura Beth?" he asked, reaching down and stroking his dick, rubbing his fingers up and down the length of his pulsating cunt-whacker.
"Yes, yes it's beautiful, Mr. Ericson," she whispered, still afraid of calling him by his first name and sounding disrespectful. "It looks so big and strong. It's almost as big as my father's cock."
"Oh, really?" he asked, grinning broadly as he motioned her closer, still fondling his dick and licking his lips, anticipating the pleasure he would soon be feeling. "Tell me more, Laura Beth."
"Oh yes, it is beautiful, it really is," she whispered as she shuffled towards him, shy and nervous again as a school girl on a blind date. "It's so big too. I bet it'll even hurt a little if you ... you..."
"I what?" he insisted upon knowing.
"Will you? Will you fuck me with that big strong cock of yours and fill my cunt up, paw ... I mean, Mr. Ericson ? " growing confused and aroused, all at the same time.
She was panting as loudly as Marty, her ass cheeks burning, tingling as her cunt was doing. "You want me to stuff this big thick prick of mine into that tight little pussy of yours?" he asked, reaching out and rubbing his fingers over her burning nether globes.
"Oh yes, please, please do that. My cunt's as hot as my ass and I loved it when you spanked me and I could rub against your cock, Mr. Ericson. Please, please do it and come inside of me and fuck me like he did, like my paw did."
The announcement of incest delighted Eric-son's jaded ears. He had heard all he needed to know and he ran his hands up and down her flanks, not touching the glistening wet triangle of fur between her legs, turning her on all the more by teasing her this way, refusing to press his, fingers against her hot and juicy snatch.
But Laura Beth wanted her way and unable to stand it any longer, she suddenly lunged forward, throwing her arms around him and jumping down on his lap. "Do it, fuck me, hurry, fuck me with that big strong thick cock of yours!" she begged.
Marty smiled, knowing he had himself a winner, no two ways about it.