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Naughty Fourteen (yng) Part One
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A Naughty Fourteen
Chapter 1
If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought
Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of
her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of a
Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one is a
mystery to me . . . if only I hadn't lost all Hal's money.
Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated
off to Europe, taking with her her six year old daughter and a nannie.
Now Julia was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie--they
didn't even have a home to speak of. Desiree never could really
understand what happened to her money either, apart from several bad
investments the rest seemed to have drifted away from her in Paris, London
and Monte Carlo, mostly Monte Carlo. Finally, impoverished and failing to
find a rich European husband she had headed back to America only to find
life was just as difficult there. Desiree was a reasonable waitress,
mostly got jobs because of her face and her body and had emerged to
support herself and her daughter in one restaurant and another for several
years. Now, living on the trailer park, she worked in the Restaurant-
Nightclub on the property itself and for the first time in her life was
managing to save a little money--hopefully to get herself a little house,
somewhere . . . she really didn't care where at this point.
Not that Desiree wasn't still a voluptuous and seductive woman, she
was, it was just that she was tired of moving around and tired of men--men
who always wanted her body and never seemed to care beyond that. Until
Mitch Holden, that was.
Desiree shivered now as she thought of Mitch, tall, blonde, blue grey
eyes, handsome in an ugly sort of way--yet how could they be in love, he
was only eighteen and she was thirty-four, it was ridiculous but it was
true. Mitch had his own rock and roll group and played every night at the
Club. Everyone said he was a fantastic musician though and that he would
make the big-time eventually. Mitch, every day told her that he didn't
care how long he had to wait, he wanted her body and soul. It made
Desiree tremble all over to think that someone loved her that much. Of
course her husband Hal had loved her, but then he had been so much older
than her--there was no real passion in their relationship, father/daughter
was more like it, everyone said so.
Desiree turned to look at herself in the mirror now. Life had been
good to her body and face, if not her pocket. Now at thirty-four there
was not a sign of age on her lovely face, her blonde, naturally curly hair
still had the glisten of corn-silk, her azure blue eyes had the radiance
of the sky about them and her body was as firm and toned as when she had
been a girl of sixteen. Her breasts were large and melon like but firm
and upthrust, her waist was narrow and her limbs, long and shapely--in
fact Desiree Patton was quite a package.
Jim Sanders had known that when he had hired her to work as a
waitress. Jim's best customer was Alex Cranston, the Chief of Police, who
liked to be waited on by beautiful women and for them to be at his
disposal whenever he wanted female company. Alex was too powerful to be
slighted and Jim Sanders was very careful to provide him with whatever and
whomsoever he wanted. Desiree Patton didn't know this however, but she
was soon to find out.
Desiree looked at the clock, it was almost time to go to the
restaurant, where was Julia? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by
the sound of knocking on the trailer-door. Desiree opened it to find
Mitch Holden standing at her door holding an exquisite bunch of flowers.
"Why Mitch, what a surprise, for me, flowers . . . oh, I'm touched.
Won't you come in."
Trembling, the older woman set the flowers in a vase, it had been so
many years since a man had given her flowers she was touched deeply. She
turned now to look at Mitch who was sitting awkwardly in a chair, staring
intently at her. She knew that he was deeply in love with her, it was
obvious, what she didn't know yet was how to handle the situation. She
wanted him with her heart and yet her mind was still refusing to give her
body the okay!
Desiree Patton didn't have much time for random thoughts now however,
before she knew what was happening, Mitch had crushed her in his arms and
was pulling her body insistently into his. She could feel his hard
throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and
belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and
her buttocks through the warm softness of her housecoat.
Desiree whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhh, she had never
wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into
the soft flesh of her belly . . . she could imagine it slipping inside her
. . . up into the hot, velvety moist channel of her wanting, needing
vagina . . . strong, warm and masculine . . . bringing her ecstatic peace
. . . entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her . . .
but . . . but, she mustn't . . . she mustn't!
He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She
left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went
behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet
breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her housecoat to
her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its
nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.
He was overwhelmed with the full firmness of her breast! His hands
were trembling, happy to be so close to her body at long last as they
encompassed the fullness of her succulent tits. Christ! he was going to
lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent,
and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He
pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the
length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips . . . then smoothed
them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against
him with his demand.
Desiree moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desiree
and need fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of her daughter
Julia were over crowding all things . . . what if she were to come back
this moment . . . Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his beautiful
young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how she needed
him . . . wanted him . . . loved him!
She felt his hand trail over the softness of her belly. .. down the
strong muscle of her hip and thigh, then over slowly to her mound . . .
through the silky blondness of pubic hair to the very lips of her . . .
her cunt, taunting, feeling, tracing the thin hair-lined slit . . . then,
slipping inside with breathtaking gentleness to find her clitoris
throbbing gently in erotic delight.
She clasped her lips to his, open, and her tiny tongue shot into his
mouth with all of the fire of a taunted, enraged snake. Again and again,
she stabbed into his mouth while he sucked at her tiny, sweet tongue and
simultaneously twitted her clitoris between thumb and forefinger . . .
finally sliding down through her moist slit to her vaginal entrance and
easing inside, teasing her urethra enroute before he buried the long
finger up into the depths of her excited and hot, dilating pussy.
She gasped into his mouth and he knew he was going to fuck her! He
was certain of that now! And . . . and holy Christ . . . she had wrapped
her fingers around his prick through his clothes. He couldn't breathe!
"Damn!" he gasped and pressed her backwards to the couch while she
struggled to keep her thighs together as they folded down onto it.
"Oh . . . no, darling . . . darling . . . we mustn't . . . no . . .
No . . . darling . . . not now!" she pleaded rapidly, his hot breath
suddenly against the soft flesh of her breasts, coming in ever increasing
gasps. "P . . . oh, please . . . Darling . . . we mustn't," she
whimpered hotly down into his face that was kissing and sucking at her
breasts, while her arms embraced his head tightly to her.
But it was as if she hadn't spoken and his hands continued to fondle
and graze her tingling flesh, and she gasped aloud to the electric-like
sensations surging through her from his probing finger deep inside her
wanting vagina, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.
"Oh . . . oh please, Mitch . . . wait . . . wait," she begged, but
then she heard the metallic whisper of his zipper . . . and suddenly felt
the delicious hard, hot fleshy bluntness pressing against her upper thigh.
Dear God! It was his penis and inherently, her body recoiled at its alien
touch, even as his finger probed deeper between her legs into the warm,
velutinous moisture of her vagina, causing greater intoxicating waves of
inner excitement to surge through her, nearly rendering her powerless.
She lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced by the pleasurable
sensations rippling about wildly inside her . . . and then he'd taken her
hand and placed it on his naked hardened rod, his own hand covering hers
and enclosing her fingers around it.
She had compulsively squeezed tight, feeling its hot rigidness give
slightly beneath the pressure, and heard and felt him gasp excitedly
against her breast, the sounds of her own breathing filling the room as
she realized surprisingly the enormity of its size. An anticipating
thrill of delight raced through her. She would never have dreamed that he
would be so big . . . so long and thick . . . her fingers could barely
encircle it! And suddenly, she was aware that she was stroking it . . .
massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same rhythm
he had established with his finger deep inside her moist, receptive
channel.
Oh . . . oh . . . there was no stopping him now! She'd let him go .
. . even encouraged him beyond that final stopping point . . . and now,
her whole body trembled passionately, hungrily, in the enchantment of the
moment, as did his, pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She
squirmed blissfully beneath his finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt,
so moist from the juices he had stimulated there. She felt it seeping
from her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch, even to the cleft
between her round buttocks; and then it dawned fully upon her what they
were doing . . . and Julia could walk in on them any moment . . . she
couldn't let her daughter see her this way, and with an eighteen year old
boy at that! . . . she just couldn't . . .
His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his
maddening, pleasure-inciting thrusts up into her, so did she quicken and
lengthen the pumping of her slender hand clutching tightly at his
throbbing, erect shaft of flesh, feeling it grow and grow beautifully into
unbelievable male hardness.
Perhaps it was his sudden squirming on top of her, trying to open her
legs, that helped restore her wits, or maybe it was simply the reaction of
strong religious convictions that children shouldn't see adults making
love thrusting its way through the ecstatic delirium of forbidden pleasure
clouding her mind; whichever, she clamped her strong naked legs together
tightly, her thighs clasping his stiff, pulsing cock between them, while
she struggled frantically on top of her to get the blood-filled top of his
prick into the moist opening of her excited and passion dilated cunt.
"No . . . no, Mitch! No, we can't . . . we mustn't!" she hissed up
at him, her teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce
of resistance she could muster, clasping his hot, hard rod tightly as it
strained to enter her, its smooth nozzle splaying the soft lips of her
throbbing cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his
near-insane attempt at penetration. "My God, no! You can't, darling . .
. please!" she cried again, as she squeezed and writhed furiously; then,
she felt it lurch still within her clutching fingers and heard his
uncontrollable gasp of frustrated ecstasy.
He groaned and grunted and she felt the thick hot stream of his sperm
shoot from its jerking head, saturating her tingling vulva, the
palpitating open lips of her vagina and the surrounding blonde pubic hair,
until she was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the inner
sides of her soft white thighs, dribbling wetly down between her legs to
moisten the couch beneath her passion-dampened buttocks.
She had lain perfectly still and held him tightly all through it,
feeling his body convulse on top of her while his organ pumped
spasmodically m her slender hand, heard him emit his final groan of
release . . . then, he seemed to collapse all over her, his penis growing
limp almost immediately.
She knew that he was ashamed and horrified at his behavior as she
heard him sobbing uncontrollably into her comforting breast. He's such a
boy still, she thought tenderly to herself and yet I love him so much. Oh
God! how I love him and want to fulfill myself with him. it's so
difficult to know what to do, I'm tom in two about him . . . one part of
me wants to give myself to him totally and the other half feels guilty
about it. I wish I knew what to do, I wish to God I wasn't so confused
about this whole thing.
Desiree leaned over the young boy and started to whisper sweetly into
his ear, telling him of her love for him and her caring, telling him to be
patient with her that in good time they would be together in the way that
he wanted. She felt an enormous sigh of relief flood through his body at
her words and she knew that he understood. He was such a boy, but he
understood. She ran her hands lovingly through his long blonde hair and
kissed the top of his head.
"Darling," she said tenderly, "I've got to go to work now and so have
you . . . we'd better pull ourselves together."
Mitch rose now, drying his eyes, kissing Desiree's hands gently, "I'm
yours Desiree, I'm yours," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours!"
Chapter 2
Jim Sanders and Alex Cranston, Inspector of Police, had been friends
since high school. Jim Sanders knew exactly how to please his friend and
to stay on the right side of the law. There was a lot that went on at The
Meadows Trailer Park that went beyond the law but Alex Cranston threw a
blind eye to it all, the gambling, the prostitution, the lot. As long as
he had his needs taken care of, he was content.
Now, happily tucked away in the back room at the Trailer Park
Nightclub, waiting for Tulip to come and service him, sipping a large
snifter of Brandy, Alex Cranston was a contented man. At fifty he could
still attract any woman of his choosing, his hair was still a rich dark
brown color and his eyes hadn't lost their intensity, they were still as
green and clear as when he had been a young boy growing up in Rhode
island.
Tulip was his usual choice, although of late his eyes had been
wandering to the new waitress, what was her name . . . ah, yes, Desiree .
. . and desirable she is, thought Alex hungrily to himself. Seems sort of
snotty though, I'll have to have a word with Jim about her.
The Chief of Police had found out through the grapevine that the
beautiful new waitress seemed to have the hots for the punk Holden, the
rock and roll dude. Alex Cranston had very little time for Mitch Holden,
had it been up to him he would have put him behind bars years ago and had
almost nabbed him several months ago on a drug bust. The kid was living
in a house where heavy dope dealing was going on and Alex tried to rope
him in with the rest of the gang when they were busted but Mitch's father,
Judge Holden had intervened and Alex had had to bow down. Judge or no
judge, Alex Cranston would like to get his own back on the punk-kid but
didn't know how to yet . . . although a nasty plan, harmless enough, was
forming in his mind.
He pulled his wine colored velvet robe around his massive form now
and took another deep drink from his snifter of Brandy. Whenever Alex
came into the back room he wore his robe, he only came in to be sucked or
to fuck and he liked to be as comfortable as possible. His feet and legs
were spread obscenely apart now as he waited for Tulip, his massive cock
was waiting apprehensively for her warm, sweet mouth. "Damn that girl,
where is she," the Chief of Police fumed, then sighed in relief as the
beautiful young waitress came into the
room.
Tulip was only twenty years old but already she knew all the tricks
of the trade . . . and she gave the best head around. Her long jet black
hair cascaded sexily over her bare shoulders, her succulent breasts peeked
naughtily out from her skimpy costume and Alex Cranston's hunger increased
one hundred-fold the moment she came in the door.
"Where have you been you naughty bitch," groaned Alex, "get over here
quick, my cock's dying for you!"
"Sorry Chief," Tulip grinned, "I got tied up with a customer."
The Chief of Police groaned now and lay back in his chair as Tulip
settled herself between his legs, ovaled her beautiful red mouth and
plunged it down over his already rigid rod of flesh. Her delicious pink
tongue swirled at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused to
seep out and she sighed a deep sigh of relief as ripples of delight surged
through her own tingling loins. Oh God, how she loved to suck cock. God,
how she loved to suck the Chief of Police's cock!
"Oh come on baby, suck harder," growled Alex, anxious to explode his
white hot semen in her anxiously working mouth.
Without another word, Tulip grasped harder with her lips on the Chief
of Police's penis, pulling back the heavy, thick foreskin until the great,
blood-filled head was glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm full lips
down over it hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her mouth to
swirl her tongue around the tweak at the tiny slit on the tips.
"Oh baby, you suck me so good, so goooood!" groaned the Chief of
Police.
Alex looked down at the pink flesh of Tulip's mouth being pulled out
as she clung to his hardened cock. Her long black hair was nailing from
side to side as she worked furiously at his prick, her tits were jumping
almost out of her costume and she was wriggling her ass wildly . . . God,
thought Alex to himself, she needs something up her cunt!
The Chief of Police felt his rod stiffen at the thought of fucking
Tulip. He grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive
fingertips down over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and
along his own prick. Then, he inserted one finger alongside his shaft
into the warm wetness of her small mouth and felt her excited tongue wrap
around it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her face,
sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his brain. She
began to moan and he said.
"You want something in that hot cunt of yours, Baby? Speak up if you
do. Hurry . . . I like the idea . . . you're hitting me good, now . . ."
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger.
"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations
spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in a
fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first
time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be
subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job. She'd heard
about what happened to girls who didn't give the Chief of Police what he
wanted. Jim Sanders fired them immediately to start with!
Alex Cranston suddenly called an enormous German Shepherd who was
lying peacefully in the corner of the room.
"Come on Rip, get her. . . fuck her, Rip. Now! Now!"
The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Tulip and sensing
him she raised her buttocks high in excited passion. Immediately, the
brute raised up on his hindlegs, mounting her with fore-paws wrapped about
her full, undulating hips, his strong hind-quarters moving in close
between her soft spread thighs, shoving forward his long tapered cock,
while Tulip quickly plunged one hand down between her legs to guide the
stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her voraciously quivering slit.
Furiously, the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving
in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist, pink pussy open wider
and wider with every jolting plunge.
"Unh . . . unh . . . mmmmmm!" Tulip moaned, the vibrations generating
from her throat into Alex's loins like a telegraphed message.
Christ! he thought to himself, she's really hot tonight. The
passionate Chief of Police shoved his loins up higher into Tulip's face
now, watching as her lips contorted around his cock as she sucked it
wantonly, while his dog Rip fucked into her with his growing, long animal
rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.
He looked down at her lust-twisted face now, his fingertips lightly
touching her mouth and his shaft and he relished the look of his hard
shaft of flesh completely absorbed between her beautifully ovaled lips.
He watched as she massaged the soft, velvety skin of his balls
tantalizingly with one hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the other
stroked its husky base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down. He could
feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex
of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the
glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted as her
head bobbed up and down madly on his cock, her buttocks gyrating in
circles as Rip relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling cock into
her with violent machine-like thrusts.
The whorish little slut, he thought to himself . . . how she likes
that dog's mighty prick thundering up into her. . . but it was that first
time that he, himself, liked best . . . the way they'd cringe and beg in
shame, their damned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet
would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their
flinching holes. . . giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else could.
And momentarily, that thought inspired another . . . when was he going to
get his hands on that new broad . . . Desiree somebody or other, he didn't
know her full name but her body was already driving him out of his mind.
He'd talked to Jim about her and he had promised him that she would be
his. . . still, it hadn't happened yet and he was anxious! And suddenly,
for a moment, he imagined that Tulip was Desiree and that thought sent
additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.
Tulip sensed the Chief of Police's throbbing reactions and began to
suck at his ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her teeth
digging gently into the hard resisting nosh, leaving tiny white trails
where they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy
with just his cock in her mouth and Rip's magnificent prick pounding into
her seething vagina.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with
the great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again,
and again, the beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever
thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel.
The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it
thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room had
begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending
with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft, white body to
the core of her very soul.
She slipped her hands beneath Alex's tense buttocks, cupping them in
her palms, pulling his loins up tighter into her face. Her tongue wiped
around and around the swollen glans furiously, until the Chief of Police
felt it pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all of his
rigid shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.
The Chief of Police wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued
the maddening sucking on and on as if his cock was some sort of idol of
adoration to her. He thought of Desiree now and all of the lewd things he
intended to subject her to. He thought of himself and he imagined the
tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her body
as she bucked over him like a worshipper flipping into a religious spasm.
The muscles of his middle-aged stomach tightened until he was sure they
would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up out of the chair,
shoving even further between the moistness of her full lips.
Tulip sucked and licked excitedly at the Chief of Police's cock . . .
she knew that he would cum soon, she could tell from the way he was
beginning to writhe under her salacious ministrations.
Alex heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his
lungs through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going to
cum! He writhed his hips furiously and saw her lovely face working, the
lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body straining . . .! Now! NOW!
"Suck it, you cunt! I'm summing!" he choked gutturally at her.
"Suck it hard! Hard!"
He felt his needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his
balls along his shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into her
receptive throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily
sucking on and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush
into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down
onto his prick.
Tulip thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded
cock buffeting into her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her body
contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost
epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked chokingly at
Alex's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of her
asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush buttocks
flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing
scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her unleashed in
the moment she had been waiting for.
Alex gasped at the sight of Tulip's white rounded buttocks
contracting uncontrollably, indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her
quivering belly, and he increased his tempo as the final spurts of his cum
spewed into her hungry mouth. Christ! she was something else . . . she
was the best this girl, the best. As he felt his cock deflating he looked
down with pride at the still nibbling girl . . . God! she was the best!
"That was the greatest baby," he grinned at Tulip as she sat at his
feet staring up at him as if he were God! "Now you'd better clean up and
get back to work, don't want old Jim saying I kept you too long."
"I can always stay as long as you want me, you know that Alex," Tulip
smiled shyly at the man who was old enough to be her father and in many
ways was like the father that she never had.
"Sure, baby, sure. That's it for now though honey, I'm tired today,
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