Chapter 10
The danger over, Romina surrendered completely to this outburst of pent-up emotions and buried her face in the pillow in a vain attempt to shut out the world, the bandits, the police, everyone and everything. She no longer worried about the fact that she was still totally naked, since it had been so long since she had been dressed that she had almost come to accept nudity as a natural state of affairs.
Outside, she could hear Il Volpe briskly giving orders to his men as they assembled at the base of the cliff. He made no reference to her.
"Roberto, take the men and patrol the forest for a few minutes to make sure they kept moving in the direction they were going. I den't expect a counter-attack but it's wise to be sure. Selenia you take care of that cut on Tuliio's back. When we meet back here again, we'll have to start packing. This place is no longer safe. We're going higher up on the mountain!"
Romina listened without interest as Roberto gave instructions to the men under his command, and heard Tullio, who was apparently badly cut, cry out as Selenia applied antiseptic to his wound. And she heard the now-familiar footsteps of her father as he opened the door to the cottage and walked down the long corridor to the room where she was lying.
The door opened, but she did not look up or move and she listened to the sound of the door being gently closed behind him.
"Why?" he asked simply, his voice calm and dispassionate. "Your friendly lieutenant had us cold. Why did you save us?"
Romina's only response was a muffled sob. How could she explain now, after all that had happened? If he still thought she had been sent here by the policeman, what could she possibly say to convince him otherwise? For a long moment, the two of them remained in their respective positions, Romina spread-eagled on her stomach and Il Volpe standing over her, looking down with puzzlement at her naked alluring form.
Then, unexpectedly, a decision formed in her mind. She had to try at least one more time!
Sitting up to face him, her eyes suddenly swept over his desk and there, unmoved through all that had happened in this room, was the jewelry box she had discovered the night before. With a swift movement, she jumped off the bed and opened the box before his eyes.
"Where is the mate to this earring?" she demanded mysteriously.
A look of horror swept over the outlaw's face as an awful suspicion gathered in the back of his mind.
"I gave it to my wife ... twenty-two years ago..." he mumbled in a choked voice. "It was a promise that I would return to her someday. I was never able to . ... "
My last name is Santini," the girl said simply, unable to meet his tortured gaze. "My mother wore an earring identical to this on a chain around her neck every day since I can remember. They told me you were dead but ... I discovered part of the truth and came here to find the rest."
Il Volpe looked as if he had been struck by a whip. His strong body seemed to crumble and he sank down on the bed, his mind spinning.
What had he done? His earliest suspicion had been correct! This girl had been his daughter all along and the things he had done to her ...
Suddenly, she sat down next to him and took his hand.
"I know, I know," she reassured him softly. "I understand what you're thinking. It's alright. You had no way of knowing who I was. I wanted to explain but ... somehow the words would never come out. I wasn't perfectly sure myself until I found this earring last night, and afterwards things began to happen too fast for explanations."
With a cry of near-despair, the rugged bandit turned toward her and wrapped his arms around her bare shoulders, pulling her close to him while he wept unashamedly. It was a highly emotional moment and they clung to each other, both sobbing, like two children lost in a wood. Il Volpe could not bear to meet her eyes, and Romina was still sunk in a total mental confusion, not knowing what to do or say to relieve his enormous sorrow.
Touched by this demonstration of intense human grief, Romina tenderly kissed the tears away from his eyes, overcome herself by great waves of love for this tormented man. Il Volpe pulled her even tighter to him, crushing her bare breasts against his chest and she ran her fingers through his thick black hair, trying to soothe him, touching her soft lips to his tear-covered face.
The room was becoming terribly hot and she undid the holster belt and slipped his forest jacket off his shoulders, trying to make him comfortable and forgetting about her own total nudity. Then she urged him to lie back against the pillows. When he seemed more comfortable, she kissed him once again and put her arms around him soothingly, her naked tits pressed against the rough hair on his uncovered chest.
Half destroyed by the depths of his emotion, the outlaw tightened his grip on the young girl and returned her kisses, the two of them lying side by side on the bed. Trying desperately to console him, she began to stroke his sob-wracked body with her hands as they lay pressed tightly against one another. Instinctively, his hands sought her breasts and Romina became conscious of the fact that the tiny buds of her nipples were hardening and extending in response to his touch.
Inexperienced as she was, the girl knew that the fine line between father-daughter love and sexual desire had been reached and that they were now in dire peril of slipping into the danger zone. But his hands seemed to hypnotize her and she felt her body shiver as his caress roamed over her smooth flanks and buttocks and she buried her face in his shoulder to hide the blush of shame which was spreading across her face.
"Oh, your knee is cut!" she cried, discovering a red patch of blood on his trousers. There seemed to be no particular point in modesty now and she balanced on her knees above him as she drew down the zipper of his fly, exposing the slowly rising length of his penis. He lifted his buttocks off the bed as she drew his pants down and slipped them off altogether, leaving him as naked as she.
"It's nothing," he commented, hardly able to tear his eyes from her tempting form to study his own wound. She saw in an instant that he was right. He had cut himself on a rock, but the bleeding was stopped now and there was no reason to be alarmed. Having examined his leg, she settled herself again in his arms, his naked body pressed tightly against her.
Warning signals were also flashing through Il Volpe's brain and he knew that he was once again becoming powerfully aroused and that what had been possible before was no longer. But a voice in the back of his head kept urging him on.
You can never go back, it said. You can never again see her as your daughter and nothing else. She means too much to you physically now! Either you put her out of your life completely or accept the fact that you love her as a man loves a woman. And putting her out of your life is impossible, so you have no options.
Besides, the voice continued, is she behaving like a daughter? Or like an inflamed desirous woman?
It was true. The girl was now crouched on her hands and knees over the reclining figure of the outlaw, running her lips wildly over his chest and stomach, her ripe young breasts swaying tantalizingly over him and one of her hands rested directly on his penis which was now twitching and starting to erect. There was no question left in the outlaw's mind. However much they might be connected by an accident of birth, the basis of their relationship was now raw sex and nothing else.
Romina, by this point, realized clearly what was happening to them, but felt powerless to stop. She was now accustomed to obeying this man and satisfying his desires, and if he wanted to possess her sexually, she had no independent will of her own left to resist. She wanted him to own her, to use her in any way he chose.
She wants it! Il Volpe told himself joyfully. She wants it as badly as I. Her body responded eagerly to his exploring hands and she sighed lustily as he laid her down next to him and rose up on one elbow to examine the prize he had won.
Her naked breasts and shamelessly bared loins seemed to be offered up to him as a sacrifice as he towered over her. The same submission and subjugation he had seen before the police attack was still there, but this time it seemed to be totally voluntary and the thought sent shivers of pleasure through his muscles.
He ran his hands over her lewdly, delighting in each of the secret crevices and indentations in her smooth supple body. It was the same tender young woman he had given, the previous night, as a plaything to his men, the same girl he had forced to take his cum in her mouth and then sodomized earlier that morning, but somehow she seemed new and different and the outlaw was filled with uncontrollable desire like a young man possessing a woman for the first time.
Kneeling beside her, he kissed her face tenderly and then ran his hands boldly over the heaving mounds of her breasts and hardened brown nipples, the flat white tummy and down to the clump of sparse dark pubic hair which guarded the entrance to her much-abused vaginal passage. The touch of his hands brought unconscious animal mewls of passion to her lips and her hips twitched involuntarily as he ran his fingers gently over the insides of her nakedly trembling thighs.
Her eyes popped open as he invaded the sanctuary of her pubic hair and took her tiny moist clitoris between his thumb and fore-finger, and for a moment, he thought she was going to object to this on-coming incest. But she merely moved her legs further apart, allowing him more complete access to the intimacy between her thighs, while small bird-like whimpers of rising passion escaped from her parted lips.
Bending from the waist, he pressed his lips to her bruised mouth and was amazed to find her active tongue snaking passionately past his lips and circling lasciviously in his mouth. Il Volpe still found all of this difficult to believe. He could accept his own passion and would have been willing to accept that there were many men in the world who desired their daughters. But her obvious passion for him was puzzling. Was she in shock? Or dazed by the gun battle? Was she fully conscious and totally responsible for her actions?
He had to be sure. Otherwise he could not take the responsibility for the heinous incestuous act they were about to commit together. She must consent freely to all that he wanted to do to her. She must ask him step by step to go ahead for otherwise it was rape and Il Volpe could not knowingly rape his own daughter.
Running his lips over her maddening form, he snaked his body down so that his lips were level with the softly inviting curls of pussy hair. She spread her legs instinctively, understanding that he wanted complete access to her vagina, but before he dipped his lips to her open gaping cunt, he stopped unexpectedly.
"Open your eyes!" he ordered and her eyelids popped up obediently.
"You must share the blame for this," he told her, his voice firm and unyielding.
"I accept it," she answered simply, looking down at him through the twin peaks of her extended heaving breasts.
"I want to suck your cunt for you the way I made you suck my cock."
"Please suck me ... father!" And then she closed her eyes again as he lowered his head and took the tiny, throbbing little bud of her clitoris between his lips, clamping his ivory teeth around the tiny pink object and tormenting it with his long snake-like tongue. Romina ground her hips into the mattress as wild sensations began shooting from the base of her spine to the back of her neck.
Nothing else mattered now but the action of his lips against the fleshy outer folds of her burning cunt. Dropping his head even lower, he carefully placed his thumbs on the moist lips of her vagina and pulled them gently apart. His huge, wetly driving tongue shot forward a second time, burying itself in the cavernous exposed slit. A wild groan burst from the girl's mouth, but the couple neither knew nor cared whether anyone was listening and the gun battle, the policemen, the gang itself, all were forgotten in the sensual depravity of their act.
Romina, her mouth open in undisguised ecstasy, revolved her hips in perfect time to the darting tongue deeply invading her widely-split pussy.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as he lashed her mercilessly with his slavering tongue. "Oh come inside of me. Fuck me, Fuck me!"
But Il Volpe still delayed, having another test yet to perform. Lifting his face from her flowing clasping cunt, he crawled forward, his knees moving up either side of her writhing, twisting body until his muscular legs stretched on both sides of her neck and his long robust cock stuck out directly over her lust-contorted face.
She opened her eyes and saw his heavy swinging balls hanging beneath this imposingly rigid pole and understood immediately the question he was about to ask, knowing in advance that he had to have her full consent.
"Yes," she breathed, almost inaudibly. "Yes, I want it like this. In my mouth! Please cum into my mouth and let me swallow you!"
He bent until his balls rested against her trembling chin and then rested for a moment, feeling her proud, resilient young breasts come into contact with his hard tensed buttocks. He wanted to go slowly, giving her all the time in the world to change her mind if she so desired, but he felt her hands on his back, urging him forward, so he gently inserted his fingers into her long black hair and lifted her head toward him.
This action brought her trembling mouth up to the swollen tip of his swaying cock and the end pressed delicately against her slightly parted lips. A groan escaped his mouth as the soft surface of her flesh touched the sensitive red gland and he looked down to find that her large intelligent eyes were wide open and searching his face, trying to communicate to him that she knew what she was doing and wanted it as badly as he did.
Then her mouth opened wide and her head surged forward without his having to pull her over him. Il Volpe's mind whirled and spun as the tightly rounded oval of her mouth closed like hot melted butter over the taut skin of his desire-hardened cock. Other women, in his long criminal career, had submitted grudgingly to this brutalizing embrace, but he had never believed that he would seethe day when a young and incredibly beautiful woman would beg him for it.
Romina slowly brought her tongue into play, caressing her new-formed father's cock and causing it to jerk convulsively as she ran it lightly over him. Her lips were firmly closed around his huge pulsating organ and created a perfect seal as she accepted as much as possible of the length of him into her mouth. Moistened by her freely-flowing saliva, her tongue and the soft inner walls of her mouth moved against him With an intensive, almost agonizing pressure. With wet nibbling movements, she began to suck on him, her tongue licking and curling around him as if she had been born and raised for this one moment. The young girl's heart rejoiced as she heard him groan with the overwhelming pleasure she was giving him and she desperately wanted him to cum into her mouth and then watch her swallow his sperm and show, once and for all, that she was his in every possible way.
The pressure in his loins was becoming increasingly unbearable and his balls slapped lewdly against her chin as he thrust himself rhythmically into her hotly clutching mouth, his cock seeming larger and harder than it had ever been before.
Then, unexpectedly, the passion became too much for him and he seized her head between his rough hands and cried aloud as the white-hot liquid sprayed up from his powerful testicles and out the erratically jerking head into her impatiently waiting throat. Romina groaned jubilantly as she felt the hot viscous offering of her father's sperm pouring into her mouth, bloating out her cheeks and filling her to overflowing.
But determined not to lose a drop, she clamped her lips even tighter around his exploding penis and gulped ravenously, swallowing and gulping desperately at the flood of hot, volcanically flowing semen.
To his surprise, she did not release her hold on him, but continued to suck at his cock gently, thrusting her breasts up against buttocks. He felt a sudden rush of disappointment as he inspected his soft deflated penis, the tip of which was still buried in her lips. It had lasted so little time and now he would be unable to make love to her again for some time and perhaps she was disappointed in him.
But the young girl refused to accept defeat and continued her efforts to make a man of him again, biting him gently and sucking him almost as fiercely as before, and he thought he detected the hint of a crooked smile around the edges of her cock-filled mouth. Then, without notice, he felt the blood once more begin to flood down from his body and his organ rose gently but firmly back to its original size. Only when she was convinced that he was fully rigid and hard, did she release his cock from the sensual captivity in which she had held it prisoner. He pulled himself free of her reluctantly releasing mouth with an obscene popping sound, a thin thread of cum connecting his now-alive penis with her glistening lips.
And now it was time for the final test. But there was no longer any doubt about her answer.
"I want to fuck you now," he whispered.
She nodded, her eyes fixed on her face.
"Yes," she told him softly. "Would you like to fuck me from behind or from the front?"
Stunned by this total willingness to accommodate his wishes, Il Volpe was too moved to answer and he resolved that whatever happened to them from this day forward, he would make this the most memorable fuck of both their lives. Sliding back down her body, he felt her grope for his again hardened cock and push the foreskin slowly and torturously back, exposing all of the massive sensitive gland. Then she guided him quickly to the moistly waiting triangle of pubic hair, groaning with passion as he parted it worshipfully with his fingers in preparation for his entry.
Once in position, he could delay no longer and with one sure powerful stroke, he buried himself completely in her soft unresisting vagina. She had been adequately stretched by the gang fuck she had received the night before and the sexual secretions from her interior flesh had lubricated the smooth fleshy walls of her cunt to perfection. She clamped her slightly bearded vaginal lips around him firmly as a groan of intensified lust burst out from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Then, without waiting, he began to fuck into her with all his strength, plunging recklessly in and out and feeling as if his cock had taken on a life of its own and was acting independently of any instructions his brain might send it.
Romina's body, now stimulated and excited beyond all human endurance, reacted frantically and her naked young hips began to twitch and jerk beneath him. Hums and mewls of ecstasy poured continuously from her mouth as if she were going into some kind of nervous fit. Her supple warm body was covered with a light layer of sweat which glistened on the surface of her skin like a light coat of oil.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes," she screamed. "It's good, so good. Fuck me harder, Daddy, harder, harder!! ! "
Bracing himself, Il Volpe cupped her tense firm buttocks in his hands for better leverage and fucked into her as if his life depended upon it, storming in and out of her hungering throbbing cunt-hole like a jack hammer as her hips and loins crashed back into his body with a violence he would never have expected. The sensuously clinging flesh of her vagina, maddened by the excessive stimulation of her delicate nerve endings, clutched desperately at his pounding cock and her nails dug hard into his back. Romina's lips curled up over her teeth like a wild female animal as she clawed and fought her way towards a hard-earned orgasm and gurgling sucking sounds filled the room as the rich, warmly seeping secretions from her vagina swished hotly around his lustfully driving piston.
"Fuckmefuckmefuckme, Oh God, Daddy, fuckme!! ! " she chanted endlessly as the rising spasm of orgasm approached and her head flailed back and forth on the pillow. Il Volpe struggled to control her sweat-slippery body as the young girl flew into total animal abandon, her shapely legs skewering out at an impossible angle and then wrapping possessively back around his tensing buttocks, urging him on to greater and greater efforts.
As the end drew near, the pitch of her orgiastic squealings became higher-and more insistent and she crushed her mouth ruthlessly into Il Volpe's, passing back to him the taste of his lingering sperm he had shot into her only a few minutes before. As his pace increased, the man's heavy potent balls slammed down hard into her nakedly grinding buttocks, teasing sensuously at her tiny puckered anus.
"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!" she screamed and her body suddenly became rigid and hard, the pressure of her thighs on his back increasing as if she wanted to draw him completely inside her pulsating belly.
Despite the fact that he had previously cum three times that morning and fought a gun battle with the police in-between time, the bandit leader felt the familiar tightening in his balls, telling him that he too was ready, about to shoot another load of hot white sperm into his daughter's willing young vagina. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around him that he could barely breathe and their open mouths were pressed together fiercely, groans and cries intermingling, and they came at precisely the same instant in time, and a long wailing agonized scream issued from Romina's lips as her heavily grunting father pumped his fiery seminal fluid deep, deep up inside her warmly contracting little belly.
They lay still for a long time afterwards. There seemed to be nothing more to say after what they had just gone through together. The cottage was completely silent and Romina wondered if the gang had discreetly withdrawn when they heard her shrieks of animal lust coming from their leader's bedroom. At last there was the sound of a man's footsteps coming down the hallway and Il Volpe chuckled under his breath.
"It's Roberto come to tell me that it's time to stop fucking and go," he commented, looking a little sheepish. "I wonder if we can make it up the mountain after all that exercise."
Il Volpe lifted herself from between her still widespread thighs, pulling his now-soft penis free of her body. A few drops of cum rolled out of her again flooded pussy and Romina was wiping herself clean on the sheet when the footsteps came to a halt in front of the door.
"Be ready in a minute," called Il Volpe, looking around for his pants, but the door unexpectedly flew open and both of them froze where they were.
Lieutenant Barzini grinned evilly as he strode into the room, his revolver cocked and ready.
Romina only dimly remembered the events of the next few seconds. With a roar of animalistic rage, Il Volpe flung himself at the policeman and Romina heard shots. She somehow found her father's machine-gun in her hands and there was more shooting. And then nothing.