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Naughty Fourteen (yng) Part Three
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never fit. . .! I-I'm not big enough! "
"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Please I want it . . . oh I do want it . . . I need it so bad!" she
choked, almost tearfully.
He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous
head, blood-inflated moving up and down, parting the soft blonde pubic
hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden,
the small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic
entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the tip
pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard, cruel
pressure.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the
harsh torment increased.
Alex felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful
protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted
his handsome mouth, and he shoved further, causing her to emit another
long, low groan from deep in her throat.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Oh . . . oh God, please . . . it hurts! It
hurts!"
He continued to grin, as his huge cock burrowed into her tiny cuntal
passage, her agonized pleas sending him wild, algolagniac sensations
racing through him.
"Oooooohhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob
pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her
widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside,
just beyond its coronal rim, and Desiree couldn't hold back her little
choking scream.
My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the
continual expanding of the small moist hole in her crotch. He was much
too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!
Alex Cranston, Chief of Police, could hardly contain the excitement
her whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless
penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink an
inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer.
He had to fuck this little bitch now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her,
smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust
his hips at the same time and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist,
frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram, spiraling the
soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before
it. There was no holding back now and with a loud grunt he felt his
sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into me upturned crevice between the
cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oooooooh! My God! Me dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've
split me wide open! Ooooh God stop!" Desiree wailed, screwing her
buttocks down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the
excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart,
flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body,
kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath.
Desiree continued to groan beneath the massive Chief of Police as his
tremendous throbbing prick sunk to the very depths of her belly. She had
never felt so full in her life, so complete as she was this moment,
impaled beneath the Chief of Police's enormous cock. She was skewered to
the couch and she loved it, she was his slave now and he could use her as
he wished, however he wished, she didn't care . . . all she cared about
was this feeling of completion he brought to her.
Alex Cranston could hardly believe his luck, he knew that Desiree was
a sexy woman but she had outdone herself. He hadn't felt this way in
years, she made him feel like such a man in a way that Tulip could never
make him feel. He knew that she was his now and that he could do with her
whatever he wished. She reminded him of Angela, his wife, in a way. She
had been the only one he had ever loved the only one he had ever wanted
and God had punished him by taking her away from him. He suffered alone
for many years and then he met his old pal Jim Saunders and life began to
take on a different color. Jim brought him out to his restaurant,
encouraged him to enjoy himself and finally offered one of his girls to
him. She had been the beginning of many and now Jim Saunders dare not
refuse him anything or anyone he wanted. But he would never give Jim a
bad time, the truth of the matter was that Jim was providing Alex Cranston
with something to live for as he grew older, something that the Police
Department couldn't give him . . . the feeling of manliness. He felt so
good like this, lying with a beautiful woman trapped beneath him like a
captured butterfly and this one was a beauty, for sure. She belonged to
him now and he was going to make sure that the punk Holden didn't get his
hands on her . . . he wanted her all for himself!
* * *
"You get out of bed on the wrong side this morning, Mitch?" Jerry
Garfel, drummer for the Dead Beats asked the leader of the group as he
watched him moping in the dressing-room between sets.
"No . . . I'm just worried about Desiree, that's all!"
"Why?"
"I haven't seen her in the restaurant for about an hour now, I'm just
wondering where she is, that's all," he sighed.
"Boy are you hooked into her man, whew I don't believe it. Not that
she isn't beautiful, I mean I just have never seen you so hung-up."
"Yeah, well, I really love her Jerry, I mean, it's true I've never
felt this way before . . . honest!"
"I believe you man, I've never seen you this way before either . . .
listen, don't worry, what could happen to her here?"
"A lot, a damn lot more than you think. I don't trust that Alex
Cranston, I've seen the way he looks at Desiree and I don't like it."
"Man, you'd better stay clear of that bastard, he'd love to bust your
ass and you know it."
"I know, I know, still I don't trust him as far as I can spit and
that's not far."
"Cool out Mitch, we're back on in five minutes, here have a beer,"
Jerry grinned throwing his buddy a can.
"Thanks man, I need this."
"Yeah and that's not all you need," grinned Jerry, "believe me, I
know it!"
Chapter 4
Alex Cranston was ecstatic, he had Desiree totally helpless beneath
his body, his powerful throbbing rod of flesh was plunged between her
obscenely split legs and she was mewling and bucking like the whore he
knew she was. He knew that she was digging it though, despite her pleas
for him to stop, he could tell by the way she was writhing beneath him
that she wanted as much of his prick as she could get inside her hungry
cunt.
"I can't stand it . . ." she mewled, "please Chief no more, no more .
. . I can't . . . I can't . . ." she begged. Then she felt him raise his
heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the
davenport-cushions, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart,
until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her pressing hard
against her cervix . . . and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of
her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back
and forth like a rag-doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.
His fingers began to trace a pattern on her face now, over her
sensitive mouth feeling her lips drawn back over her teeth. He looked
down and heard her emit incoherent little whimpers from deep in her throat
as he continued to caress her neck as his rampaging cock battered against
her tender womb, and her blonde hair cascading wildly over the cushions.
God! she was beautiful!
That punk Holden could never give her what I'm giving her now, he
thought to himself . . . I bet her husband never gave it to her really
good either. She needs this, she needs to be really fucked this woman, I
can tell, she really needs me! Her cunt's like a virgin's too, he thought
gleefully running his hand down between them to feel his own pubic hair
meshing with her golden curls, while the head of his heavy solid prick
tunneled deep into the coral split that his tongue had licked to a moist
rapture only a few minutes before. He could see the tight lips of her
cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the elasticized inner pink rim
clasping tightly around the white-skinned base of his cock like a hungry
sucking mouth.
He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined
scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath him,
his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly.
Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every
lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with
the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to
give her a suck she'd remember as long as he lived!
Desiree lay frozen beneath him, helpless! She'd already concluded
there was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly
useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have
been so erotically swayed in the beginning . . .? He'd become a lust-
filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there under him
and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his lewd
sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God . . . Oh God, what had
ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without even so
much as a struggle? Mitch . . . Julia . . .? Was anything or anyone
worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh . . . how
lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her loins,
instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been hypnotized by
the carnal enchantment . . . had completely lost all sense of morality, or
reality . . . and now, was paying. Oh Hal . . . Oh Hal. . . why did you
die and leave me all those years ago . . . why . . . why?
The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her
insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her at
a reasonable, not unbearable tempo . . . if only he didn't increase it, or
change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles
tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately
sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him
more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way deeper and deeper
into her unwanting vaginal passage. She felt the walls of her recoiling
cunt clinging to it like a sleeve of vibrant warm liver . . . and then the
hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and helplessly, she clenched her
teeth and endured it.
It fucked in and out of her in an established rhythm she forced
herself to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls
stretched desperately in their attempt to receive it, until finally, she
thought she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his hairy balls as
they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass when he surged
into her, and subconsciously she began to run her tongue around her
feverish lips. They returned then, those first sensations of passion . .
. galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through her veins, arousing
licentious little chills that began to creep along the base of her spine
as she felt the even measured cadence of The Chief of Police's great cock
skewering wetly into her upturned loins.
Spontaneously, it seemed, her body began to twitch and writhe of its
own volition beneath him, and she heard the small mewling noises escaping
her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his
mouth as suddenly he kissed her, and once again she was thrusting her
tongue deep into the sucking warm cavern of his face. Unconsciously, she
drew back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving voluntarily against the
slippery softness of the cushions beneath, and her cunt contracted as the
delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with his every
stroke.
Alex felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried
prick. Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and
closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling
and purring sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head lolled
from side to side on the cushion beneath his cock sunk deep in her soft,
white belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her
incited nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his hair-covered
loins. Shit . . . she was getting it now!
Desiree didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement
saturating her whole thing. She was only aware that all pain had left her
. . . had given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep
within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her
flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs, and he
was undulating and rotating her hips around his fleshy, impaling cock,
feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic throbs. He
had suddenly made himself immobile once more, resting still above her with
hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting her
quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot moist
flesh that fused them together.
The Chief of Police moved a hand down between them to feel her moist,
grasping cunt sliding up and down his thick shaft, feeling the thin pink
ridges of coral-hued flash pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed
her soft buttocks down into the cushion, then the salacious pussy mouth
between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back into her as it
swallowed the slippery glistening length of his prick on the slow
tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him a while
longer as he continued to run his fingertips over her, listening to her
whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored with utter abandon, her
sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.
Fuck, she was all gone now . . . completely lost, Alex gloated,
feeling her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down
motions, faster and faster with the passion of each second, the urgency of
her thrusts against him more pronounced, and his fingertips found her
lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower-lip as she strained
uncontrollably toward orgasm. He sensed the secretions of her sucking
cuntal channel beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the
in and out sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage
greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off
the couch to arch her crotch tight up against him.
It was then that she reached back, grasping her ankles and levering
them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he forced
her into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath him. He
held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her legs
completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.
Half mad, now, with desire, Alex pulled his deeply buried shaft from
her until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips . . . then, he
plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the full,
aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!" Desiree groaned as it raced into her, and
she heard and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her
tender unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her
brutally, crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her
chest. His thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-hammer
pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling
waves before its smooth, rubbery head.
Alex began long, hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and
the quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod hungrily,
slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His sperm-bloated
balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with a vengeance.
She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her stretched
passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into her grinding cunt.
Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned
ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her into the very heavens
above . . .
Suddenly, Desiree realized that this was it! This was it! His cock,
ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making
the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding
pleasure. She was . . . for the first time in her life . . . she was
going to! And she could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing
sweet buildup inside her!
"Oh . . . oooooohhhhh . . . God . . . Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to
cum now! Oh Darling, I'm going to cummmmm! Yes . . . yes . . . dear God
. . . hard, yes fuck me hard. Fuck me . . . fuck me harder . . . I'm
cummminggg! Darling! I'm cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnnggggggg!" Desiree pleaded in
a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving
buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between
her widespread legs.
Her delicious cunt-walls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting
a warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely
plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed
harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot
liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped
wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of
her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her
throbbing anus.
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh, Darling!" Desiree chanted, twisting and
writhing delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured
legs farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a
blind mad-man. Her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as
she continued to grunt out her climax, the thick flow of her white nectar
gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering cheeks of
her pumping ass.
Then, she felt Alex jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets
of his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb.
Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot,
powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her
almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness while the
hot moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking
at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth . . .
All that could be heard now in the room was the ragged sound of their
panting breath, Desiree felt her body tremble and then she felt all the
life drain out of it as the ecstasy of the moment began to creep away and
the reality of the situation began to take hold.
The Chief of Police looked at her now, this young widow who had given
him so much more than any other woman had ever given him. "You're the
greatest Desiree, the greatest," he whispered tenderly to her, allowing a
part of himself that he kept hidden to emerge suddenly.
Desiree looked at the older man and knew that she had touched him
very deeply. God! her body felt like mush, she could hardly move, let
alone stand up. It was true that he had given her the fucking of her life
and yet she didn't love him . . . she liked to fuck with him, but she
didn't love him. She loved Mitch, she knew that for sure now and yet she
also knew that she was trapped in this weird situation.
The older man rose now, and poured himself a large scotch and soda,
sighing deeply as he did so. Desiree had moved him and suddenly he was
back with his beautiful wife again when she was alive, in the days when he
had love and fucking in the same woman. It would never be that way for
him again, he knew it somehow, he didn't know why . . . but no woman ever
could match up to his beautiful wife . . . no woman, not even Desiree.
Besides she was in love with the punk Holden and he knew it, I might have
given her a good fucking but it's that kid she wants, I can feel it, he
thought bitterly to himself. Still, she had serviced him well, what could
he complain about. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a couple of
hundred dollars.
"Here baby, a little something for you. Keep your mouth shut and
come again, there's more where that came from," he said gruffly.
* * *
Desiree took the money, brushing back the voice of her conscience
which told her she shouldn't do it. She rolled it up and as she was
pulling back on her costume she stuffed it into the inside of her bra.
What's done is done, she thought wistfully to herself, I can't go back
now, I'm in deep and I have Mitch and Julia to think about!
Chapter 5
Mitch Holden was quick to notice Desiree back on the floor again, he
tried to catch her eye but she seemed to be purposefully ignoring him.
Damn it . . . he fumed to himself, hardly able to concentrate on his
guitar, I've got to talk to her at the next break. I've got to know if
she's forgiven me for my outrageous behavior today . . . I've just got to.
Desiree was well aware that Mitch was trying to get her attention but
she didn't feel that she could talk to him yet. She didn't know quite
what to say but she knew that she would have to cool him out for a while,
it wouldn't be good for him to be seen with her, the Chief of Police might
get nasty. She knew that he wanted her now, now that he had enjoyed her
so much she knew that it would go on for awhile, she had to protect Mitch
as best as she could but she didn't know how to do that, not yet anyway,
but she would find a way . . . she had to!
It was the end of the evening however before Mitch finally was able
to talk with Desiree, she had managed to avoid him until that moment. She
had pulled her coat on and was hurrying through the trailer park to her
trailer when Mitch caught up with her.
"Mind if I walk with you," he asked anxiously, convinced now that she
was angry with him.
"I'm tired Mitch, I have to sleep," Desiree said feebly not wanting
to talk to her young lover.
"You don't love me anymore," Mitch pouted, tears bursting from his
eyes as he clutched Desiree's hand.
"It's not that, I just can't see you for a while. Please leave me
alone Mitch . . . I need sometime by myself," Desiree said a little more
firmly now.
"If that's the way you want it," Mitch said angrily and ran off into
the night, leaving the older woman suddenly alone.
"Oh God, now I've lost him," Desiree thought as she stared into the
darkness after the receding figure. It's better this way though, he won't
get hurt this way . . . at least I hope not!
* * *
"Julia, is your mother there, I want to talk to her," Mitch Holden
said tremblingly into the telephone.
"She's not home Mitch, she went to work earlier tonight, I don't know
why," Julia Patton said quietly, "but you could come to see me," she added
hopefully.
Julia Patton was fourteen and she was in love for the first time in
her life, the only problem was that she was in love with the boy who was
in love with her mother. Oh God! Why did life have to be so complicated
. . . she knew, deep in her heart she could never compete with her mother
and yet she wanted him so badly. It was painful for her to even see him
standing with her mother when she wanted so much to be the one. She would
love him too, not like her mother, she wouldn't give him a hard time, she
could really love him with all her heart and soul . . . if only he would
let her.
Mitch was aware of the long silence on the telephone, he didn't know
what to say. He liked Julia Patton, she was a pretty girl but she wasn't
Desiree . . . she just wasn't Desiree, that was the problem.
"Think I'll take a rain check this time, Julia, if you don't mind.
I'll see your mother later at the Club I guess, I had just hoped that I
could see her before work," the young boy said sadly. "Thanks Julia."
Julia Patton hung up the telephone and stared out of the window. I
don't care, she thought wildly to herself now, trying desperately to
combat the sexual feelings that were surging through her loins, I'll get
him if I can, that's all, mother or no mother. . . I want him too. It's
not fair that the boy I love should love my mother . . . it's not fair!
Desiree Patton had received a telephone call earlier in the day from
Jim Saunders asking her to work extra hours that evening and Desiree had
agreed. Apparently some big gambling party was going on in the back-rooms
and Tulip would be working the tables. That had left Jim a little short-
handed he told Desiree and he needed her to work. Desiree readily agreed,
she felt that she wanted to stay very busy to get her mind off of Mitch,
she couldn't stop thinking about him and working was a good way to ease
her confusion . . . at least at the restaurant she had too much to think
about to worry.
The Restaurant was hopping when Desiree arrived, she'd never seen it
that way before, there were even two girls working the tables she'd never
worked with before either, apparently, they told her, they were called in
for special occasions. Desiree noticed that Janey wasn't working either,
she's probably doing her strip, she mused to herself. Desiree had been
shocked at first to find out that Janey sometimes did a strip number in
the back-rooms when a gambling party was going on . . . but this was the
first time that such d party had happened since Desiree had worked at the
Restaurant. Sure turns everything upside down, she thought to herself.
* * *
A plan was brewing in Jim Saunders mind. He was satisfied now that
the Chief liked Desiree and he felt that that gave him a little leeway
with Tulip. Jim Saunders had wanted to make it with Tulip for a long time
but the Chief had had the hots for her and to Jim that was hands off.
Tonight though, the Chief had told Jim that he wanted Desiree, in fact he
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