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Naughty Fourteen (yng) Part Five
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Julia gasped as she realized that Mitch thought he was giving himself
to her mother but she didn't care, if this was the only way she was going
to have him, she just didn't care!
She felt Mitch's mouth now crushing onto hers, his tongue smashing
against the hot petals of her lips, his right hand moving beneath her
sweater, upward along the naked flesh of her trembling ribs to her full,
bra-covered breast and smothering it in his hand, his long fingers
kneading and caressing through the material while the breath seeped
helplessly out of her.
"Desiree, oh Desiree," the drunken boy mumbled.
Julia was quivering with strange, intensified feelings she had never
known existed; her loins tingled hotly, moistly, between her legs at his
wonderful masculine nearness; still she struggled lightly. In truth his
lust was frightening her and she didn't quite know what to do, she wanted
him and yet she was afraid.
She felt him kissing her passionately now, his hand creeping up
beneath her sweater to fumble at her back with the fastener of her bra,
while his warm, wet mouth and tongue moved eagerly over her face. She
realized that all sense of time and place were leaving her as her mother's
lover urged her on.
"Desiree, oh Desiree," Mitch moaned again.
"Mitch, Mitch, it's not Desiree, it's Julia," the young girl said
suddenly shaking the boy to his senses.
Mitch's eyes began to focus now in his drunken stupor, oh God, he was
kissing Julia, it wasn't Desiree it was her daughter Julia. It was then
that a wicked plan began to form in the boy's mind. Desiree had fucked
Alex Cranston, he would make love to Julia, he would get his own back on
Desiree, he would fuck her daughter.
"Oh Julia," he groaned, "I know it's you, I know that now and I want
you, it's you I want Julia," the young boy moaned in his pain and anguish.
Breathlessly now, Julia gasped into Mitch's mouth as his hand slipped
around and beneath her loosened brassiere to caress the smooth, firm flesh
of her now throbbing breast, the nipple hardening erectly as he pinched
and rolled it gently between the thumb and forefinger, raising further
unbelievable passion inside her, overwhelming any shame that she might
have.
"I mean it, Julia baby," Mitch breathed hotly into her mouth, running
his hand down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and
along her outer, covered thigh, then behind and up to press beneath and
cup the softness of her buttocks, "I'm going to fuck you . . . and you're
going to love it . . . every second of it."
"Mitch . . . Mitch!" she gasped. "We . . . I . . . Oh, we
shouldn't!"
Julia's brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had
swept over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her mother,
interspersed with the face of Mitch Holden, fleeting in and out of her
mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her along with its complete
meaning ricocheted erotically through her aroused senses. Yet, even as
she tried to oppose him, she sensed the barriers of her restrain crumbling
rapidly, the very sound of his use of lewd, unspeakable words strangely
exciting her.
"Yes . . . yes, we can, baby," he whispered softly, covering her
mouth with his and sucking at her lips, his hands suddenly moving to unzip
the zipper at the back of her slacks. "I'm going to slip my cock right up
into that tight, cherry cunt of yours, gently and sweetly . . . hold your
luscious ass tight in my hands and fuck my cock into your pussy until you
swear you're in heaven," he hissed as she stared fixedly up into his eyes,
her breathing increasing with every licentious, but passion-building word
that came from his lips. "But first, I'm going to lick and suck that
little hole between your legs like you've never dreamed of in your
lifetime . . ." he went on, his hand slipping down inside the loosened
waist of her slacks over the flat plane of her quivering belly, and slowly
down to the thin, nylon covered swell of her pubic mound to gently stroke
and tease at her dampening vaginal lips beneath. "And you're going to
love me for it, baby . . . love and beg me to fuck and suck and fuck you .
. ."
"Ohhhhh God," Julia whimpered, breathing heavily, her arms clutching
tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that
completely bewildered her, desire that her vibrantly aroused young body
could not, and did not want to harness.
She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his
mouth, while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down
inside her slacks pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina,
and she knew that she was going to let him . . . let him do whatever in
this world he wanted to her!
"Are you ready, baby . . .?" Ready to become a woman?" he whispered,
suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then abruptly
lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and fucked . . .
made love to fully for the first time in your life . . .?"
"Oh God . . . Oh God, yes . . . yes, Mitch darling," she blurted,
hardly realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me . . .
please, love me. . . Make me a woman, my darling . . .!"
Mitch Holden could hardly believe the passion choked response that
gasped from her soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the
heat and aroma of her young hot breath was setting him crazy, forgetting
his goddamned revenge on her mother . . . forgetting everything else in
the world except the pagan magnificence of this virginal creature in his
arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!
She clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her head on his
shoulder and he carried her whimpering and mewling into her bedroom.
There in the darkness, he kissed her again and felt her tongue slide into
his mouth with a wantonness he'd bet she never realized she possessed.
His prick throbbed and strained in his pant-leg, until he was certain it
was going to break, rip out by the roots, if he didn't release it soon.
"Oh God, darling . . . I'm afraid . . . I'm afraid," she whined, "I
want to . . . I do . . . but I'm afraid . . ."
Mitch felt her hot tears against his face. "It's alright Julia . . .
it's alright. You want to be a woman, don't you . . . don't you," he
slurred in his drunken state.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yessss . . .!"
"Then, don't be afraid Julia," he reassured her. "I'll be gentle . .
. and we'll make beautiful love . . . fuck to our hearts content . . .
really find and love each other . . . until every muscle in our bodies are
relaxed and filled with love. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes . . . oh yes, darling . . . I want you to! I do!" she gasped.
Mitch Holden knew that Julia wanted him, he had always known that
Julia wanted him but until now he had only eyes for Desiree. He couldn't
stop now however, his cock was like an ax-handle. Shit, he'd rape her if
she tried to stop him. He put her down and said. "Do you want to undress
yourself baby?"
"Yes, but let's do it quickly Mitch, I'm frightened, please touch me
. . . please hold me."
Julia Patton began to remove her clothes, but almost hypnotically,
her mind spinning, she could hear the rustle of Mitch's clothes and
suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that in
moments she would be in bed naked with the boy she loved . . . her
handsome, wonderful Mitch, with his hot hard flesh pressed tightly against
her own, his thing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of making love to
her. Oh God, mother, you'll just have to understand . . . I love him! I
love him! He was meant for me . . . not for you . . . don't you see
mother, Mitch was meant for me!
Suddenly Mitch was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as
she stood there with her flimsy nylon panties her last covering. She felt
his lips on her naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little
bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered, delighted at his touch.
He said nothing, only let his hands slide upward over her hot, satiny
flesh to her large, full pointed breasts, his hot, sensitive hands
slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed
entrancingly against her unleashed nipples that had burst into hardness.
"Christ, they're absolutely spectacular baby," groaned Mitch as he
caressed the fourteen year old girl's breasts.
She felt his hands massaging and kneading and stroking her vibrant
naked breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard cherry nipples and rolling them
between his fingers, causing unknown erotic fermentations to spasm
blissfully through her whole body. Then, he was moving around in front of
her, she stood perfectly still, her hands by her sides, trembling wildly
from the excitement swirling through her. He lowered his head, cupped her
breast and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his hot, wet
mouth. Julia swayed in the darkness, the overwhelming rapture causing her
to nearly lose her balance.
"Take off your panties," he said still holding her breast, and she
did, rolling them down her hips and bending forward; he took both breasts
then, one in each hand and held them until she straightened, her panties
in a useless pile on the floor at her feet, finally kissing and sucking
each one individually.
Mitch couldn't believe her firm young tits, so full, so hot and
wanting. She was more than the replica of her mother . . . she was her
mother! He was going to take his revenge on Desiree, she whom he loved
most of all, she who had allowed herself to be touched by the vile Chief
of Police, that dirty old man, he would take his revenge on her, he would
fuck her daughter!
He moved toward her on the bed and as he did so she reached up and
wrapped her tender young arms around his neck. He rammed his tongue into
her throat, one hand traversing over her breasts and down her side, across
her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her hot, sensitive
vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparsely covered pubic hair as
her breath burst from her lungs with the shock his fingers brought her;
then, searchingly, he discovered her tiny excited clitoris. He tweaked
and pinched it, raising gasps that exuded into his mouth, and then he ran
his fingers downward through the sensitive, undefiled flesh to the small
unbroken opening of her vagina. While his tongue fucked into her hungrily
receptive mouth, he slipped his middle finger very slowly up into the
damp, tiny hole of her maiden-head . . . into the unpenetrated passage of
her quivering vagina . . .
Oh God, he groaned inwardly to himself as he felt the delicious
moistness of the fourteen year old girl, I'm going to lose my mind, I
really am. Forgive me Desiree, forgive me, his brain swirled wildly, but
you hurt me and now I'm going to hurt you so that you'll know what it's
like . . . but oh God! This girl feels so good, so very good . . . ah . .
. so very good!
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When Mitch had left the restaurant a little earlier, Desiree had
watched him through one of the side windows. She had seen her daughter
Julia run over to him and knew that she would probably talk with him and
comfort him . . . this didn't worry Desiree at all. She knew Julia had a
soft spot for Mitch, although she had no idea of her daughter's true
feelings for her young lover, and she was relieved that she was there to
take his mind off of her.
She was in a quandry, she didn't know what to do. . . she loved Mitch
she now realized so much that it really freaked her out that she might
lose him. He obviously realized that she had made love with the Chief of
Police and she was afraid that this news would turn him away from her.
What could she do . . . how could she get out of the tangled web she was
ensnared in.
After half an hour had gone by however, Desiree was worried. Mitch
still hadn't come back to the Club and the band was looking for him, they
were due back on stage in five minutes. Desiree found Jim Saunders and
told him that she had to go to her trailer for a moment, she told him that
she was worried about her daughter Julia. "I won't be more than five
minutes, I promise Jim," she pleaded with the older man.
"Okay, as long as your tables are covered," Jim Saunders said, "but
make sure you're not more than five minutes."
Assuring him that she wouldn't be, Desiree threw on her coat and made
her way over to her trailer. Mitch and Julia had been alone for half an
hour, what could they be doing . . . for some reason, Desiree Patton was
worried and she intended to find out what the cause of her instinctive
concern was!
She opened the door to the trailer quietly, it was dark, the only
light coming from Julia's bedroom . . . it was then she heard the telltale
sounds coming from the bedroom that almost made her kill Mitch Holden on
the spot!
"Oooohhh!" Julia lurched, as Mitch's hot moist lips closed over the
soft pubic mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed liquid,
tantalizing kisses being ravished on the hair-lined slit of her wildly
palpitating pussy . . . just as he had promised, his tongue flicking
snakelike at the soft, quivering opening. Every muscle in her body
taunted at the insanely pleasurable licking of her still-closed vagina
while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy rolled from her lips. My God, he
had said it . . . said he would lick and suck her cunt . . . but . . . oh
God!
Suddenly Julia heard a scream, "Stop! Stop it, damn you Mitch
Holden. Stop it, or I'll kill you!" screamed Desiree as she stared down
at her daughter and her young lover naked on the bed.
Julia gasped as she looked at her mother. She had never seen her in
such a wild state in her life before, she really did look as if she would
kill Mitch, maybe even kill her.
"Get off her you bastard!" she screamed again.
Mitch Holden was horror-struck, it had never occurred to him that
Desiree would find him, in fact the very presence of her in the room
sobered him immediately and he began to sob uncontrollably.
"Forgive me, forgive me Desiree, I was out of my mind, I wanted to
get my own back on you for what you did."
"You fucking bastard," Desiree screamed now, unaware of what she was
saying, "I did it for you and for Julia, I was blackmailed . . . Alex
Cranston said he would bust you if I didn't, and God knows what he would
do to Julia."
Suddenly Desiree Patton crumbled like a rag doll on the bed, it was
all too much for her and she began to cry like a baby, allowing Mitch to
hold her in his arms and to stroke her head tenderly as if she were a
baby. "Don't cry baby," he groaned over and over again.
"Did you fuck her, did you," sobbed Desiree.
"No, I didn't Desiree, I only kissed her," Mitch confessed to his
mistress.
"I wanted him to fuck me mother, do you hear I wanted him to. I love
him too!" sobbed the young Julia, suddenly jumping up from the bed and
locking herself in the bathroom.
"You shouldn't have done it Mitch, you shouldn't have used Julia to
get your own back on me, it wasn't fair."
"I know, I know, Oh God! I'm so embarrassed," the young boy cried
once again.
It was in this position that Jim Saunders and Alex Cranston found
Desiree and Mitch as they burst into the small trailer. "I knew it, I
knew it," Alex Cranston snarled as he saw his favorite mistress embroiled
in the arms of the young rock and roll musician. "I knew that she was
cheating on me . . . I just knew it."
"Oh my God!" gasped Desiree as she looked up and saw the Chief of
Police, Alex Cranston, the man she had fucked only an hour ago, standing
angrily over her, accompanied by Jim Saunders the owner of the Club. "Get
out of my house!" she screamed, "get out!"
"Not before I get my due baby. Like a sucker I was falling in love
with you," growled Alex Cranston, "but I caught myself just in time.
You're just like all the rest of the women in the world, you want one
thing and one thing only, my cock, forget about everything else."
Desiree Patton stared in amazement at the older man. My God! she
thought to herself, he's deranged, he's not sane. He was the one to take
me in the first place. There was never any talk of love between us, he
knew that I loved Mitch . . . what's wrong with him, he looks absolutely
evil to me right now. . . absolutely evil . . . he looks like the devil
incarnate!
Chapter 7
"Rip, get in here," commanded Alex Cranston to his dog and at his
bidding the enormous German Shepherd slunk into the trailer.
"Now we're all here," the Chief of Police sneered.
It was at that moment that young Julia Patton came out of the
bathroom, totally unaware of what was going on inside her home. As soon
as he saw her Mitch tried to head her off to tell her to run for help but
Jim Saunders saw him and thrust his fist into his jaw causing Mitch to
fall to the floor helpless.
"Mom, what's happening," cried out young Julia in distress.
Immediately Jim Saunders grabbed her and gagged her mouth, dragging
her over to the Chief of Police. Julia had slipped on her bathrobe but
was totally naked underneath it.
"So this is your little baby, Desiree . . . some baby," Alex Cranston
chuckled as he looked at the succulent young girl trembling before him.
"Bring her closer Jim," he grinned lewdly, spreading his legs on the
bed so that Julia could see his obscenely naked hairy loins and huge
genitals completely exposed before her.
Julia couldn't believe what her eyes were actually witnessing, and
suddenly she wanted to cry out and run to her mother but her wrists were
still caught by the Club owner. But then, the other man's hands caught
her wrist and gently drew her to him, while his other big hand began to
move over her body. His hands were light and gentle as they moved over
her body, feeling and squeezing . . . her breasts, her waist, her thighs,
legs and buttocks, and once more the strange sensations she had
experienced with Mitch rippled through her, even as she trembled
apprehensively before him.
"She's quite a baby, Jim . . . almost as good as her mother," grinned
Alex Cranston sadistically.
"No . . . oh my God . . . no, Alex, don't touch her," pleaded
Desiree. "You promised me you wouldn't harm my child."
"And you promised me you wouldn't step out on me. You broke your
promise baby," growled Alex unreasonably.
"I'll do anything you want me to Alex, but don't touch Julia," sobbed
Desiree looking over to Mitch, who still lay unconscious on the floor.
"Please don't touch her Alex, she's a virgin, don't touch her," she
sobbed.
"Ah, all the better, hear that Jim, she's a virgin," grinned Alex
Cranston lewdly. "Now it's been many a year since I've had a virgin."
Desiree Patton began to sob uncontrollably now and lurched forward to
beat her fists on the Chief of Police but Jim Saunders was too fast for
her, he grabbed her and carried her over to the bed, producing some rope
from his pocket and a small knife he bound the struggling woman to the
bed, spread-eagling her legs so that even in her skimpy costume the tiny
slit of her vagina could be seen peeking from the crotch-band of her
panties.
"Alright Jim," sneered Alex Cranston, "how about we have a mother-
daughter party."
"No, no," screamed Desiree wildly, trying with all her might to free
herself from her bonds.
"It's alright Mom, don't worry, it's alright," the young girl sobbed
thinking of how she had almost killed her mother earlier by making love
with her young lover.
Alex Cranston was reflective for a moment, deep inside of his heart
he was sad. He had begun to love Desiree in a way that he hadn't felt for
a woman since his wife died, but the years of hanging out at the Club and
using and abusing women as he pleased had warped him. All sense of reason
had left him and now the only thing that he could think of was to revenge
Desiree. He was angry because she didn't love him, he knew that when he
fucked her he gave her what no man had ever given her and yet her heart
still belonged to the young punk who was unconscious on the floor. He
felt as if a knife had been thrust through his heart. He had almost
fallen for Desiree but thankfully he had caught himself in time . . . she
was just like all the other women he had fucked in his life . . . no good
. . . she was a cunt, just like all the rest. He would revenge her, he
would ravish her virginal daughter!
"Tie that bastard up, in case he wakes," Alex commanded Jim Saunders.
"Now come here my dear," he smiled to the virginal young Julia.
Julia Patton knew what was about to happen and she knew that she
would go through with it, it would be her payment for what she had done to
her mother, she would atone herself this way, atone herself fully!
"I'm ready," Julia said, throwing off her bathrobe to reveal her
voluptuous young body to the hungry eyes of the older man.
Jim Saunders was stripping now and was moving in on the still
writhing Desiree. He pulled her panties down and started to worm his
hungry cock in between her thighs. Oh God! strike Alex Cranston dead,
thought Desiree wildly to herself as she felt herself being ravished by
the Club owner . . . strike him dead God!
"Come closer baby," Alex Cranston said to the fourteen year old
virgin and Julia did as she was told. He reached out his huge, sensitive
hands and caressing and massaging her breasts, tweaked her nipples into
startling hardness . . . moving down her quivering belly . . . her hips .
. . her buttocks, her suddenly, hot thighs . . . smoothing up and down
them tenderly.
"Christ . . . you're as soft as velvet . . . how old did you say you
were?" he groaned.
"F-fourteen," gasped Julia, her breathing increasing beneath the
stimulating touch of his unbelievably sensitive hands, the wild little
fermentations racing through her belly and loins once more . . . then he
was moving those hands toward her vagina . . . she closed her eyes tightly
and lifted her chin as his fingers moved downward to taunt the silken
patch of sparse young pubic hair covering her mound, this time, his finger
was lightly tracing, teasing the tight pink slit of her snug pussy lips
between her legs.
Julia couldn't hold back the tiny moan that fell from her lips as she
unconsciously pressed her pelvis forward and felt his middle finger trail
down the length of her vaginal split, separating the soft curled strands
of hair as it went, then penetrating slowly, gently into her, massaging at
the small elasticized channel mouth . . . finally, slipping up into the
little moist opening of her maiden-head.
"Oh . . . oh," she gasped, looking in the direction of her mother but
not seeing her. . . his magnificent hands were too much . . .!
"You're a virgin all right," Alex said suddenly, his finger still
inserted inside her tight moist passage, and he could feel the reaction of
her strong young cuntal muscles sucking at his finger as a shudder passed
over her luscious body and his huge cock jerked into an upright position.
"Okay baby, raise that beautiful ass of yours up in the air . . . so
. . . right!"
Julia had no idea what the older man was going to do and she followed
his instructions blindly.
"Alright Rip, now! Fuck Rip. Fuck!"
Julia knelt in near-petrified, confused terror as the massive animal
padded behind her, while she tried to observe the vile abuse being
inflicted upon her mother. Alex still held tightly to her wrists and her
face was only inches away from his massive, ugly rod towering up from his
hairy loins. Dear God, she didn't want to look at that horrible thing,
nor that huge bag banging between his legs . . . but the sheer agony she
felt at seeing her mother being subjected to such sadistic lascivious
treatment was as bad. Oh Lord! now Jim Saunders was trying to shove his
prick into her Mom's beautiful bottom . . . and her mother was just tying
there on her belly with her thighs wide-spread, her buttocks raised
slightly up off the bed up at him . . . not fighting him . . . just
submitting to his fiendish rape! Dear God! Oh! Oh! What was that?"
Julia choked back a scream, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as
she felt something cold and wet slipping back between her own buttocks . .
. then, moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless slit
of her upraised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked at the spasmodic
cold wet touches against her sensitive genitals, but when the great dog
growled warningly, she realized it was his nose. Oh . . . oh . . . what
further piece of degradation was this? He was sniffing at her as if she
were another animal . . . a female dog in heat. She lifted her head, then
realized the futility of looking up at her tormentor as the cold,
searching nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing anus.
My God! My God! What's he going to do to me? she thought
helplessly.
A split second later, she knew. His long tongue snaked out and
licked wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum,
the tip burrowing slightly into the outer, fleshy anal ring. She waggled
her buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting sensation and heard the
brute's responsive growl. A tremor of fear rippled through her as she
reasoned that she must remain still . . . not antagonize him. Again, the
long length of hot, moist flesh touched her and she felt him beginning to
lap greedily at the tight fissure between her spread thighs. He ran his
tongue fluidly through her crotch from the snugly puckered little anus
down over the clasped pink edges of her pussy, reaching to the tiny
pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, his thick lingual member had opened
her, spreading through her soft, sparsely fleeced vaginal lips like a
honed blade through butter. It laved relentlessly between her opened
thighs, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl into the tight mouth
of her caste vagina. Oh Lord, she couldn't believe what was happening,
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