Chapter 8
Laura Beth was nervous.
She sat with her head against the back of a stiff wing chair, looking at her reflection in the mirror across from where she sat. It didn't seem like her, her hair all soft and bouncy around her shoulders, curlier and finer than ever before.
And the dress, so perfectly suited to a child, simple and yet marvelously girlish. It complemented her features perfectly and Denny had supervised everything, down to the last detail, the last ribbon in her hair.
When he came out of his bedroom dressed for cocktails, he was absolutely enchanted with her. The short schoolgirl plaid skirt and blouse were perfect and there was no hiding her ample breasts and curvaceous figure.
He made her parade for him, inspecting her clothes, lifting up her skirt and patting her naked young cunt with his eager fingers. "Yvonne will love you, rest assured," he declared and she giggled, quite prepared to accept and even reciprocate the older woman's advances.
Denny said it was only for her career, but secretly she was quite curious to experience love-making with a woman, wondering if it could be nearly as pleasurable as with a man. Now, she waited impatiently until the doorbell rang and Denny got up from the couch and went to answer it.
The moment Yvonne looked at her, it was love at first sight.
And as for Laura Beth, even as she got up from her chair and extended her hand the way Denny had told her to do, she immediately felt a kind of stage fright, staring into the glacier-cold blue eyes of Yvonne Alexander, duenna of the fashion world.
She was a tall svelte woman, attired in a slinky black jersey gown that was slit up daringly along one thigh, adorned with nothing more than a diamond brooch. Her raven-black hair was pulled severely back and her long rapier-sharp fingernails were lacquered to a glossy finish, the same color as her lips, a dark maroon stain that made her all the more chilling and formidable an adversary.
It was not sexual desire that Laura Beth felt.
No, it was fear, fear that if Yvonne didn't like her she might as well kiss her plans for success good-bye and forget about the whole business of becoming a famous model and maybe even an actress. But she was tongue-tied and sat across from her as Denny pattered around, smiling, making small talk and gossiping with familiarity to Yvonne.
"You've never tried marijuana, Laura Beth, have you?" he asked all of a sudden.
"No," she whispered, having heard about it but not knowing anything other than it made you crazy, so she had been warned by adults back home.
"Oh, Denny, she's just a child. She's too young for that sort of madness," Yvonne chided him, keeping her eyes on Laura Beth, admiring every feature, every part of her.
Her skirt had hiked up around her white and naked thighs and she was curious to see further, to explore and feel the girl's sexy young body. She crossed her leg and now it was Laura Beth's turn to stare as she found herself gazing at an expanse of smooth white thigh, reaching right up to the edge of the woman's ass.
Yvonne's dress was cut revealingly low and her mini-bra did little to obscure her deep creamy-white cleavage. Her breasts eased over the neckline of her dress, heavier and larger than Laura Beth's. Everything about her radiated a cat-like cool sexuality and the more they stared at each other, the more aroused they both became.
She still had difficulty talking, but the more they warmed up to each other, the less confined and uncomfortable she became. And when Denny insisted that they all smoke a joint, knowing as he did how marijuana loosened ones inhibitions, she moved across the room and sat down next to Yvonne.
The woman slid her hand around her shoulders, draping it there like a boa. "Your little girl is quite charming, delightfully so, Denny dear," she informed her host, giving Laura Beth a small little hug.
Everything was strange and, what was more, it seemed to be happening so fast she felt breathless. Denny told her how to smoke the joint, how to inhale deeply and hold it down in her lungs. It wasn't easy, for she had never smoked a cigarette. But after a few tries she stopped coughing.
At first, she didn't feel anything.
They kept passing the joint back and forth, Yvonne sitting on one side of her, Denny on the other. The fashion editor still had her hand draped over her arm, though now, as she leaned closer, she let her fingers slide still lower, grazing against the outline of her tits.
But instead of making a move away, or freezing, Laura Beth found herself giggling. "The little minx is stoned already," Denny laughed, patting her on the knee and keeping his hand there, warm and protective so that Laura Beth closed her eyes and sighed luxuriantly, feeling like velvet, smooth and safe all over her body.
Whatever the grass had done, it had certainly worked wonders in an amazingly short period of time. For even as she leaned there, resting her head against Yvonne's arm, feeling Denny's hand on her knee, the two adults winked at each other and made their move.
Ever so slowly, Denny began to slide his hand up along her thigh. And, at the same time, Yvonne Alexander rubbed the tips of her fingers lower until she was cupping one of Laura Beth's tits in the palm of her hand.
She was, even then, wildly aroused.
The girl excited her and Pace's presence only added to her pleasure, as if she was deriving a certain amount of delight having him there as a voyeur. But it was Laura Beth she was interested in at the moment, far more than Denny, whom she had slept with several times in the past.
She wanted to run her fingers over the girl's naked body, to suck down the abundantly flowing juices of the teenager's sexual excitement. She would lavish affection on Laura Beth until the girl would be literally eating out of her hand and begging for more, shoving her face down between Yvonne's legs and lapping like a hungry thirsty kitten, using her lips and tongue to suck and eat Yvonne out to her infinite satisfaction and fulfillment.
Now, even as she grew more daring and aggressive while Laura Beth still made no move, tingling all over and almost hypnotized and unaware of what was happening, she watched Denny's hand moving, watched how he was slowly lifting up Laura Beth's skirt, exposing more and more of her thighs.
Laura Beth smiled and mumbled as if she was asleep, letting herself be seduced with pleasure, her cunt overflowing, brimming with juice. She slouched down against the back of the couch and Yvonne's fingers undid the top two buttons of her blouse.
She too was tingling all over, feeling the way her mature and womanly box was burning with desire, itching inside and demanding to be stroked, tongued, petted and eaten out. She could not stop herself an she undid the buttons and gasped audibly at the sight of Laura Beth's lush naked jugs.
That the girl wasn't wearing a bra pleased her immensely and she tweaked the rosy nipples with her thumb and forefinger, growing more aggressive with each passing second. Laura Beth mumbled her excitement, her body glowing, flushed with desire.
Yvonne kept at it, stroking and tickling, loving the warmth and silky smoothness of the youngster's ample boobs. And when Denny finally hauled Laura Beth's skirt up around her hips and waist, exposing her cunt for the first time, Yvonne's mouth dropped open and she could only stare, literally dumbstruck by the lush foliage and succulent meat of the girl's virginal pussy.
Laura Beth shivered as she felt Denny's fingers moving in circles around her cunt, tickling her pussy, rubbing up and down against the wet and swampy opening, of her twat. She couldn't speak and the more she sat there, the more stoned and aroused she became.
She had never felt anything like it before and Yvonne instinctively realized that the girl was not about to offer any objections to the kind of things taking place. She grew more aggressive, cupping Laura Beth's tits in both her hands, squeezing the firm pliant flesh and pulling excitedly on each taut bud-like nipple.
Then, she leaned over and moved her lips against the girl's mouth. Laura Beth stiffened and then threw her arms around Yvonne's neck. She responded with passion she didn't even understand, letting herself be carried away with her feelings.
To be with the two adults, both of them so attractive and successful in their own right, only added to her pleasure. She felt Yvonne spearing her tongue into her mouth, licking her teeth and curling in and out like a snake.
"I suggest we retire to the bedroom for another joint," Denny then announced as he got to his feet and watched Yvonne and Laura Beth hugging each other tightly, their tongues curling around each other, Yvonne's hands pressing down against the girl's milky-white and ample orbs.
"Well spoken," Yvonne laughed, letting go of Laura Beth and helping her to her feet. She glanced over at Denny Pace and giggled, reaching out and pressing her hand against the bulge that tented up the front of his trousers. "Aren't you a dirty old man!"
"Not nearly as dirty as you, Yvonne," he replied coolly, leading them into the bedroom, another joint clutched in his hand.
Laura Beth felt as if she was in a dream.
Yvonne had a hand on her ass, and she slipped it right under the girl's skirt until she was able to feel the round naked cheeks of her lush little bottom. Laura Beth kept shivering. It seemed that everything was heightened, more intense.
She was aware of her body as never before, every touch, each caress, making her tremble as if she was on the verge of coming, right then and there. She guessed it was the marijuana they had given her and when they got into the bedroom and Denny stuck the second joint between her lips, she inhaled the smoke almost greedily, wanting to be bathed and immersed in the hedonistic pleasure of their company.
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched them as they kept passing the joint around. She wanted to feel both of them at once, knowing then that no matter what would happen, it could only be pleasurable, only be exciting-perhaps even more exciting than anything she had ever experienced before.
Well, they weren't about to keep her waiting much longer.
As soon as the second joint had been completely consumed, Denny began to get undressed. He lowered the lights and smiled at Laura Beth, hoping the girl would not disappoint Yvonne Alexander. She was dreamy-eyed, swaying back and forth on the bed as suddenly Yvonne seemed to lose control.
Even as Denny started taking off his clothes, she jumped up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of Laura Beth. "I must," she hissed, whispering hotly as she pushed the sexy teenager down on the bed and threw up her skirt, nearly ripping it off in her haste to press her lips against the child's lush reddish-haired pussy.
"Oh, my ... it's burning, burning!" Laura Beth screamed with incredible pleasure as her thighs were wrenched apart and suddenly she felt Yvonne's hot clinging lips sticking against her pussy. She spread them farther apart and shivered with lust as the first hot lashes of the woman's long slim tongue moved across her damp and slippery muff.
Yvonne was maddened with passion, passion she had rarely if ever experienced before. All she could think of was touching and licking and caressing every inch of the girl's body and now she rubbed her lips over Laura Beth's pussy and moaned with delight.
Her hands spread her thighs wide apart and the twin petal-like lips, sticky with fast-flowing cunt juice, gaped open, exposing the glistening inner flesh of her snatch. Yvonne was moaning and she thrust greedily, ramming her tongue right inside while Laura Beth lifted her legs over her shoulders and held them there.
Just watching them turned Denny on more than ever.
He kept taking off his clothes as he watched the way Yvonne Alexander's long slim tongue was probing every inch of the girl's muff, sucking down the hot tasty droplets of juice which spilled over the edge of her trembling vulva.
The odor of musky femininity assailed her nostrils and her own thick oily juices were streaming down the burning itching walls of her matronly box as she kept licking, spearing her tongue in and out, fastening her lips against the bud-like clit of Laura Beth's succulent vagina.
"Yes, do that, lick me there. Oh, please, it burns, it feels so good," Laura Beth moaned, tossing on the bed, shaking from side to side as Yvonne held her steady and kept lapping away, unable to control herself.
The slim raspy tongue frictioned again and again and Laura Beth couldn't believe the intensity of her excitement. It was as if the woman was lighting a fire, deep inside her cunt, making her burn with desire she had never felt before.
Every stroke sent her closer to the moment of release and the more Yvonne sucked, the more delirious she became. She was oblivious to everything else, her eyes tightly shut. But that didn't stop Denny Pace from taking his pleasure, anyway he could get it. It might be good business to be doing this, but it was also good sex as well.
He didn't hesitate, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and hauling them down so that his thick handsome prong jerked up in the air, stiff and rampant with excitement and desire. His naked body trembled with anticipation and he got up on the bed and moved to Laura Beth, squatting down on his haunches and rubbing the leaking head of his thick rigid penis across her lips.
She knew what it was, even before she opened her eyes.
She could smell his manly odor, despite the deodorant and soap redolent around his crotch. And she could taste the salty fluid of his pre-come, smearing itself across her lips, the head of his cock engorged with blood, stretched smooth as a drum head and just as sensitive to touch.
Slowly, even as Yvonne kept her face buried between the girl's thighs, unable to get enough of her pussy, Laura Beth opened her eyes and smiled with girlish delight, staring up at Denny Pace as he wagged his thick manly pecker in her face.
"You want it, don't you, my precious little girl?" he laughed.
She didn't even have to say another word.
It was merely sufficient to open her mouth and extend her tongue, moving it over the head of his penis. He groaned as she sucked him off and pushed down until she had managed to press her lips tightly around his thick bulbous cock-head.
"More, you want all of it, don't you, little one ? " he moaned, thrusting forward, crouching there as she took in more and more of his cock.
She was like Yvonne then, just as hungry, just as insatiable and driven towards pleasure. She wanted to taste every last inch of her mentor and patron's cock and she sucked avidly as he thrust deeper, pushing down until his wiry pubes nuzzled her tender blushing cheeks and his moans of pleasure grew as loud as Yvonne Alexander's echoing slurping tongue-strokes.
The editor glanced up and smiled, loving the scene, the way Pace was squatting over the girl's face, ramming his thick meaty poker in and out of her mouth. Laura Beth trembled heatedly on the bed, pushing her hips forward, now demanding Yvonne to keep eating her out.
Yvonne lifted her legs higher and explored the furrow between the youngster's plump little ass cheeks, dabbing the pink folds of her anus with the tip of her tongue, sliding up and down, from cunt to ass, never getting tired of what she was doing.
And the more she ate her out, the more aroused she became. She wanted her caresses to be returned in kind and finally she pulled away and got to her feet. Denny pulled Laura Beth up on the bed, taking off her clothes even as he kept shoving his cock in and out of her hot sucking mouth.
"Yes, do it, harder, baby and use your tongue on Uncle Denny's cock. That's it, oh yes, so good, you're making me feel wonderful, dear," he groaned as he pulled off her skirt and then her blouse, her body now as naked as his, ripe and expectant, a vessel of sexuality such as Yvonne had never seen before.
Her fingers were damp and clammy and she licked them dry, tasting Laura Beth's abundant secretions, the mysterious fluids, the oils which had streamed down the hot tingling walls of her fleecy and plump little snatch.
The girl seemed cast out of ivory or marble, so innocent and yet so vital, so sensual that Yvonne hurried to undress, pulling her dress up over her shoulders, unhooking her bra and peeling down her garter belt and cunt-juice stained bikini panties.
Denny watched her as she undressed, peeling her stockings off and kicking off her shoes. Her lush womanly body turned him on, though not nearly as much as Laura Beth's girlish figure. But the heavy growth between her long supple thighs still enticed him and he groaned as he stared at Yvonne's black-haired pussy, ripe and succulent.
He kept digging his cock in and out of Laura Beth's mouth, his heavy pendulous nuts tickling her forehead as she kept sucking him off. But now she glanced over and out of the corner of her eye she saw Yvonne standing by the edge of the bed, as naked as they were.
The woman's body affected her in a way she had never imagined or thought possible before. There was something goddess-like about it, commanding and getting respect and adoration, devotion as well. The heavy swaying jugs were round and smooth, the nipples much larger than her own pointy girlish buds.
But it was the fashion editor's cunt which freaked Laura Beth out, just as it was doing to Denny Pace. She had never looked at another naked woman before and now she was amazed at the luxurious growth of crisp black curls, the thick ragged-edged flaps which bordered the opening into her fully developed and womanly snatch.
She had a burning desire to press her lips there, just as Yvonne had done for her. And Denny sensed this, sensed what both of them were after. So instead of allowing his senses to control him, he gently eased his cock out of Laura Beth's mouth and moved around on the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you, my darling," he grinned, rubbing the wet dripping head of his penis back and forth across her cunt furrow.
"And I'm going to taste Yvonne's beautiful cunt while you do it," Laura Beth giggled, no longer feeling shy or embarrassed in the least.
Everything that was happening was giving her pleasure and even as Denny got into position, pushing some pillows under her ass so that her cunt would be raised up to a more accessible and penetrable angle, Yvonne was already making her move.
She could not stop trembling as she got up on the bed and leaned against the headboard, angling her cunt down over the teenager's flushed and glowing face. "You want to taste it, darling?" she asked, teasing Laura Beth as she kept squatting down, resting on her knees and pushing her muff towards the girl's mouth.
"Please, let me lick you, suck on your wonderful hot cunt," Laura Beth moaned, shaking fitfully as Denny pushed his cock forward, ramming hotly and wedging the head of his penis flush against her wet and gripping vulva, squashing her clit and making Laura Beth arch her hips, straining forward and opening her mouth to thrust her tongue out at the same time.
Yvonne groaned and shoved forward just as Denny did the same thing. She watched him thrusting down, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into the youngster's beautiful little pussy. It was a delightful sight and it inflamed her all the more, so much so that she no longer hesitated to acquiesce to her own sexual needs.
Hurriedly, she pushed forward, nearly suffocating Laura Beth as she shoved her cunt in the girl's mouth, trapping her head between her thighs. But Laura Beth loved it, loved everything that was happening to her.
For even as Denny Pace kept pistoning his thick meaty dong in and out of her pussy, even as she responded to his heated and energetic strokes, she now leaned her head back and licked frantically, lashing her tongue over the thick glistening black curls fanning out around the older woman's meaty box.
"Yes, beautiful, lick harder, suck me off good, my beauty," she groaned as Laura Beth's tongue seemed to singe her, making her flinch as she undulated her hips and reached down, grabbing hold of the rubbery and thick outer lips of her twat.
She peeled them back so that Laura Beth could really dig her tongue inside and when the girl looked up at the dripping hot red meat of Yvonne's matronly box and saw the woman's clitoris, she just couldn't stop herself.
It was a thick stubby finger of flesh and she sucked it into her mouth as excitedly as if she was sucking a cock. Her front teeth edged down, scraping gently and making Yvonne suddenly scream with fierce erotic fervor.
"Yes, lick, stuff it down your throat and make me come and keep sucking, my darling," she begged as Denny watched what was happening, just as aroused as the two of them.
He was taking his time, reveling in the sensations which assailed his senses, the way the girl's cunt muscles worked around his pole, the way each successive stroke of his cock brought a fresh rush of cunt juice spilling down, lubricating her narrow girlish sheath and adding immeasurably to his singular pleasure.
He kept digging in and out, rubbing his chest over her tits, licking them as well while he kept his cock in place and stared at Yvonne's pussy. The woman's cunt intrigued and excited him, especially the way she was holding her thick ragged-edged cunt lips apart and allowing Laura Beth the pleasure of sucking on her clit, that meaty morsel of cunt flesh rising up from between the gristly drooping inner set of vaginal lapels.
A gush of murky juice spilled down and Laura Beth swallowed it as avidly as she had swallowed come in the past. She was amazed by what was happening and the more she sucked and the more she was fucked, the closer she came to achieving her first climax of the evening.
Denny was now going berserk and gripping her ass cheeks he heaved in and out, the loud searing sounds of flesh against flesh echoing in the air. Yvonne watched him, loving the way the youngster's pussy was gaping open, attacked by Pace's manly cock.
"Do it, fuck her, shoot it into her and then I'll fuck her, too!" Yvonne cried out as she pushed down, shoving her meaty box against Laura Beth's mouth.
All she could see was pussy, red hot pussy filling her sight. She thrust her tongue deeper inside, thrilling when Yvonne clenched her powerful set of cunt muscles and actually succeeded in holding her tongue down in place so that Laura Beth couldn't pull it back.
She was moaning loudly now, thumping on the bed and she felt herself losing control as Denny rammed in and out, quick darting strokes that made him pant with excitement. "Yes, come, my sweet, my precious little pussy. Come and let me feel your juice over my cock, coating my meat and then I'll flood you with my load!"
Faster and faster she moved and her excitement communicated itself to Yvonne. The older woman was also getting closer to her release and she shook against Laura Beth's face, holding her head steady and thrusting her cunt up against her mouth.
"Do it, eat me good, yes and I'll come, too," she panted as Denny burned with lust and kept pounding away, moving like lightning, digging his penis in and out of her clenching dripping snatch.
But it was Laura Beth who was the first to get off.
She couldn't stop herself, the combination of the two turning her on incredibly, so much so that she had no control over her body and merely flowed with the pleasure as it kept rising like a tidal wave, finally inundating her as she shook violently on the bed, thrashing like a wild-woman and finally achieving the pinnacle of sexual fulfillment and release.
Unable to speak, she could only signal her climax by groaning shrilly, tossing about as a fresh stream of sap dribbled down the walls of Yvonne's box and she sucked it up and begged for more. And as she came, Yvonne pressing her pussy closer and about to shoot as well, Denny Pace convulsed and lost control.
"Here, feel it, my load, feel my load, my little darling, you beautiful little piece of ass, feel my come, my come baby!" he screamed, red-faced, panting, shaking against her as his balls were drawn up high in his scrotal sac and then he stiffened and his come flooded her muff, pouring out in a thick stream like a gushing fire hose.
She worked her muscles around his deeply ensheathed penis, milking his cock as his seed splashed deep inside of her and she kept on shooting. But try as she might, Yvonne was still unable to get off. But as soon as Denny had drained himself dry, she pulled back and moved around on the bed.
He lifted himself up, sliding his deflating come-smeared pecker out of Laura Beth's hole. She was panting, her tits rising and falling as she gasped for breath. Quickly, Yvonne threw herself down on top of the youngster, pressing her hot and feverish pussy against Laura Beth's snatch.
Come oozed out, rubbing up against the thick black curls around her box as she now began to slide up and down, rubbing and frictioning her burning cunt against the girl's muff. Despite everything that had already happened, Laura Beth still found the energy to respond to the woman's heated caresses.
She threw her arms around Yvonne's back and held on tight as she pushed forward, rubbing her cunt against the tangle of fur between the woman's legs. Her cunt lips were splayed back and then, delightfully enough, she felt the knobby head of Yvonne Alexander's long distended clitoris rubbing up against her own stiff morsel of erogenous cunt flesh.
Denny was still trying to catch his breath. He kept his eyes on them, loving what he saw, Yvonne rocking back and forth and moaning excitedly as she now felt herself on the verge of finally coming. She kept pushing down, humping against Laura Beth's fleecy little box, her clit slipping in and out of the girl's mucky and come-filled vulva.
"Yes, good, it feels marvelous, my sweet, so good, so fucking hot!" she groaned, hugging Laura Beth tightly.
And when Denny moved around, unable to resist and wanting Yvonne's evening to be a memorable one, and pressed his face between her buns, she felt herself fast losing control. "Yes, rim me, eat my ass out, you bugger!" she screamed as he pawed at her bottom-cheeks with lusty and newfound desire.
Even as she kept pumping down, she tingled as she felt the way he was pulling her nether globes apart, staring down into the thinly-haired fissure and then sucking on the folds and puckers of her deep crimson anus.
It was sweet as sugar and he thrilled to the touch, digging his tongue into place without further ado. He slammed it forward, ripping into her bucking clenching rectum and Yvonne kept moaning, rubbing her pussy against Laura Beth's honey-pot, working her ass muscles around Denny's tongue.
He slobbered over her buns, ramming his tongue in and out of her hot dry anus, reaching down with one finger and succeeding in sliding it between both sets of cunt lips, Yvonne's and Laura Beth's. The added friction turned them both on and his fingers were slippery with juice as he tickled their pussies and they moved still faster.
Laura Beth felt herself on the verge of coming again, loving the strange yet undeniably pleasurable sensation of feeling the woman's muff rubbing back and forth against her box. She kept shuddering, trying to nip Yvonne's long fleshy clit with her cunt muscles.
"Do that, again, and keep sucking out my ass, lick, lick harder," the fashion editor begged Denny as her skin glowed and she trembled violently. "Make me come, I love it, more more!"
She smashed her lips against Laura Beth's mouth, thrust her tongue down and then began to come, a great gush of her sap splashing out, drenching the girl's already wet and slippery pussy. Denny could feel the muscular contractions of Yvonne's cunt and he kept wiggling his finger back and forth, stroking her clit as well as Laura Beth's tender pulpy button.
His tongue was ramming in and out like a steam hammer and his cock was already arching up, turning stiff once again when Yvonne Alexander slumped down, gasping for breath, the last rhythmic contractions of her orgasm coursing through her body.
She hadn't felt such pleasure, such fulfillment in quite a while and she hugged Laura
Beth close to her as she rolled onto her side, not wanting to crush the girl with her weight. Gently, Denny eased his tongue out of her ass and collapsed on the bed, the three of them absolutely content, delighted by the way things had turned out.
It was an evening well-spent, all things considered.
But it also wasn't to be the end of their little liaison. Yvonne called Laura Beth the following morning and made an appointment to see her at her office for lunch. "Weil have something brought in," the older woman promised.
She told Denny and he seemed excited. "Just do as she asks. I know she-likes you and if things go well, you'll soon be seeing your face beaming back at you from the cover of a magazine, Feminence in particular."
So she dressed carefully and arrived at Yvonne's impressive private office precisely at twelve, the appointed time. Yvonne's secretary let her in and closed the door carefully behind her. The shades were drawn and Yvonne was sitting behind her desk, smiling mysteriously as Laura Beth felt strangely frightened.
"I couldn't wait for you to get here, my sweet," the older woman grinned diabolically as Laura Beth moved to the desk. "I've put on a present ... something perfect, specially for you because I know how much you like this sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?" Laura Beth asked.
"Why this, my little milk maid," Yvonne smirked as she rose up and got to her feet.
Laura Beth gasped and opened her mouth, unable to speak.
For though Yvonne had a blouse on, from the waist down she was naked-or just about. Strapped around her waist and buttocks she had fitted herself into a jockstrap like attachment of leather from which projected at right angles a huge hard rubber dildo.
Laura Beth had never seen anything like it in her life. She was frightened as the woman advanced upon her, laughing merrily as if nothing was the matter. The dildo was anatomically exact, the rounded end inserted between the thick gaping outer lips of Yvonne Alexander's snatch so that it frictioned and rubbed delightfully against her stiff burning clit.
But even more than this, it was the inhuman size of the dildo which scared Laura Beth, who had already figured out how Yvonne planned to use the device. It made Larry DeWolfe's penis look childish and puny in comparison.
Rising up a good ten inches and nearly three around, it was ridiculously oversized, grotesque and Laura Beth laughed nervously. But at that instant, Yvonne was upon her. "You want your face on the cover of my next issue, don't you?" she snapped.
"Why ... why yes," Laura Beth stammered even as she felt the woman lifting up her skirt.
She had made the mistake of not wearing panties and now she was pushed down against the leather sofa dominating one end of the room. "Then you'll let me fuck you with this great big beauty, my precious," Yvonne laughed, wildly aroused at Laura Beth's look of helplessness and fear.
"No, please ... it's too big, I ... I can't. . . " she started to say, but at that moment, Yvonne lunged towards her, ramming the fist-sized head of the dildo right between the slim shuddering lips of her pussy.
The pain was incredible, burning her insides as if she was being actually fist-fucked. She stared up at Yvonne's twisted face and moaned, trying to pull her away. But it was no use. The head of the dildo had already made contact and even as she tried to pull away, it ripped into her, sinking deeper and deeper, tearing a wide bloody channel down into the stretched and lacerated depths of her cunt.
All this for fame, she thought before she blacked out, just to get my picture in a magazine...
"Hey, paw, come quick, take a look at this!" Spence Coates yelled to his father. They were in the general store down in Tatersville to buy supplies and he had been leafing through the magazines when suddenly Laura Beth's face appeared before his wide and disbelieving eyes.
"Holy shit," Eban Coates swore when his son handed him the slick glossy-paged issue of Feminence. "I'll be a mother-fucker if it isn't our own Laura Beth!"
He just couldn't believe his eyes. Nor could Spence. Nor could the crowd of curious customers who soon gathered around to stare at Laura Beth's face beaming out at them on the cover, then to see her modeling ten pages of high fashion clothes, the latest collection from Paris.
"She looks older, paw," Spence muttered.
"Hell, that's just that imagine makeup they smear on their face."
But Spence knew better. He stared at the photographs of his younger sister and saw in them a look of cunning, of pain now rouged and passed over. Something had happened to the girl whom he had taught the secrets of sexuality, something that made his mouth turn into a frown.
She was no longer a child, and all he could feel was a great emptiness inside of him, a sadness he knew would never go away.