Carter Hawkins normally got to his office by nine-thirty each morning, but this morning he knew he would be late. His daughter Sherry usually left the house by nine-thirty, so he lingered reading his paper. Where she spent the lazy summer days and nights he didn't know but his suspicions were hardening rapidly. She seemed completely different the last few days – dreamy-eyed, swinging her plump young ass in a taunt as she walked, holding tong whispered conversations on the phone. Shocked, he once thought he heard the word cunt murmured, and if she was insulting another girl her lewd expression didn't show it.
When Sherry had left, he quickly went up to her mom. Carter knew she kept a diary. He began to search for it, beginning with the dresser, poking underneath folded panties and jeans. The first thing he found were two crudely rolled cigarettes. He sniffed them, his face growing red with anger. Then he put them in his pocket. Sherry's plump young ass would be very, very red tonight. If she smoked marijuana at eighteen, what else would she do?
The dresser yielded no other evidence. He looked under the mattress. Nothing. In a hope chest, and still nothing. But in the closet, beneath a folded blanket on the top shelf he found it – a thick, blue-bound five-year diary.
He glanced through the lint few pages. The entries were childishly scrawled, revealing nothing more than a profound yearning to have a 38-inch bust and be the mast popular girl in school. He started reading from the back, then. Carter Hawkins' normally cool gaze suddenly became horrified and his face turned chalk-white.
He sank onto the bed and began reading intently, his sharp face etched in utter disbelief. Occasionally his lips moved and he read aloud.
"… when she tied me down I was really scared at first, but I should have known I could trust… thought I would die when she licked my pussy but it was nothing compared to that giant cock she shoved up me! I honestly think eating her beautiful pussy was the greatest experience of my life, though I'll always remember the fantastic night she masturbated me and Jimmy at the same time – she's so wonderful and considerate! Jimmy's a good fuck but he really needs training… I'll work on it…?"
A deep rage began smoldering in his blood, so furious his fingers shook as he went forward a few pages.
"Never had so much fun in my life! Ate Amy Harris' pussy last night, and oh yummy, yummy! Technically, I took her cherry instead of Jimmy because I finger-fucked her first and licked off the blood. Mmmmmmmm! Amy is absolutely crazy about me now and she'll do anything in the world for me. That's good shit, because her and I and Jimmy are going to start some parties this fall in school that will blow some minds to kingdom come! (Come?) Oh, Laura, how you turned me on. Ate your gorgeous pussy in my dreams last night."
Very slowly, Carter Hawkins closed the diary with shaking hands. In a daze he brought it downstairs and put it in his briefcase. He picked up the phone and dialed the library. When he found out Laura Swenson had called in sick he dammed the phone down so hard he almost smashed it. He checked the phone directory for her address. Then he went out to his car with a look of terrible rage on his handsome face.
Wearing nothing beneath her robe, Laura was halfway through her packing when the doorbell buzzed. She glanced at her watch anxiously. Ten-thirty. She went downstairs, opened the door and felt the probing finger of fear in her stomach. She recognized Carter Hawkins.
"Good morning, Miss Swenson," he said pleasantly. His face was taut, but his eyes were friendly, almost warm. "Can I talk to you about Sherry for just a minute, please?"
"Well, I'm terribly busy, Mr. Hawkins. Could you come back this afternoon about one?"
"It'll only take a minute," he assured her smoothly. "You see, its about her writing ability. Yes, Sherry is a writer," he added at the look of surprise on her face. "Very promising. All I want from you is a brief opinion."
The brunette heaved a sigh of enormous relief. "Come right in," she said, opening the door wide. She closed the door, locked it, and suddenly felt her wrist seized in a grip of steel. She cried out in agony.
"You filthy depraved bitch!" he hissed, his eyes blazing like coals. "You Goddamned slut. My eighteen-year old daughter! Your nephew! Where's your bedroom? Where!"
The pain in Laura's clamped wrist was so fierce she could barely whisper. "Up-upstairs. I'll show you."
He dragged and tugged at her mercilessly as he went up the stair, ignoring her when she fell twice. Tenor welled up in the trembling librarian's heart like a suffocating cloud. He knew, he knew everything, and although Laura was hardly religious, she began to pray silently, with all her might.
Still clamping her wrist ferociously, Carter flung his briefcase down and with his other hand ripped open her robe savagely. For a moment his eyes burned on her creamy naked tits and silken nest. He clutched one of her ripe tits in his hand and squeezed so harshly she almost fainted.
"Evil bitch," he hissed. "So you like to tie little girls down, do you? Like teasing, eh? Get the ropes and the dildo. Get them!"
He flung her down on the floor. Sobbing, Laura got up and opened the dresser drawer and took out the cords and the monstrous prick. She held them out, shaking.
"Tie down the ropes," he snapped, taking off his jacket. "Keep your mouth shut, don't beg, don't argue, don't scream. Do exactly as you're told, bitch."
Her heart racing wildly with fear, Laura hurried to obey. He wasn't dragging her down to the police station, at least. It was vengeance he wanted. But the rage seething in him was so terrifying Laura almost wished at that moment he would take her to the police. When the ropes were secured, she faced him, her knees trembling. He was naked, his lean sinewy body radiating fury and power. His long prick bristled, fully hard, red with blood.
Good God, thought Laura, he's excited! He just found out I seduced his daughter and he's horny! What kind of a bizarre man was Carter Hawkins?
He opened his briefcase, took out a thick blue book and then a vicious, shiny black whip with thong trailing to the floor.
"Oh no," Laura moaned helplessly. "Please, I never hurt her…"
"Shut up!"
Instantly, she bit her lip, knowing she had to obey and submit completely.
"Lie on the bed, face down, arms and legs out. Not a sound, not a word."
Hurriedly, she lay down, her breath coming in fearfully loud rasps. Her naked white ass twitched in horrified anticipation as he roughly bound her wrists and ankles, making the knots so tight she held her breath to keep from crying. When she was tied, he stepped back, staying in her view. An obscene milky drop oozed from the huge head of his rod, but he seemed suddenly calm now that she was utterly helpless. He picked up the whip and began caressing it in his fingers as he talked.
"So you like to torment and suck off helpless children, do you? Ever try it with a real man? A little pain, a little pleasure, just nibbling on the fringes of passion, toying with it – that's your obsession, whore. Well, believe me, you have no idea what pain or pleasure is. But you will in a minute or two."
He paused, the lust building up tremendously in his hot loins. She was far more, beautiful than he expected, naked. Incredibly sexy tits and ass, soft creamy skin, long, voluptuously curved legs. His Wednesday-blonde was almost childish beside the brunette. And the picture of Sherry eagerly going down on her lush pussy flashed in his mind, firing his lust to an intense pitch.
He picked up the diary, opened it to a page, held the book with one hand and the butt of the whip with the other, its tails twitching murderously before Laura's eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed near her face and began reading an excerpt from the diary in a curiously church-like voice. While he mad, he trailed the thong of the whip over her ripely curved ass-checks in a gentle caress. The spread-eagled brunette barely heard the words as she gritted her teeth, waiting for the first stinging lash. After sixty seconds, the torture of suspense was worse than anything he might do. Her nerves began to quiver like a tuning-fork.
"… and when she stuck her tongue up my ass," he intoned solemnly, "I damn near fainted with excitement. I guess nothing is sacred when it comes to sex. Truly, I thought I would die when she rammed that giant prick inside my tight pussy! Yet she was so gentle…"
The scream that came from the shocked brunette's lips rang through the house in an echo. The whip had come down with shattering suddenness and her naked ass blazed with the fire of sheer pain. The instant Laura caught her breath, she bit off the scream. Team stung her eyes as she watched him calmly read.
"… sucking and fucking with Laura and Jimmy just has to be the wildest thing in creation! I guess I want to be just like Laura when I grow up…"
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"
A dozen shattering lashes in a row and the wildfire in Laura's bright-red ass spread to every quivering inch of her velvety flesh. She tugged madly at her bonds.
"… never dreamed being jerked off by a beautiful woman could be so wild! The feel of her hot tits digging into my back, her passionate kisses on my throat and neck, her long hot finger up my cunt. Oh, crazy! Even her husky voice turns me on, makes my pussy quiver and drip like fire…"
"Unnnnnnngh!"
Her soft naked back this time, and the sheet of agony was so intense over her lush trembling curves she tied to beg for mercy but couldn't catch her breath.
I thought of Laura when I ate Amy's juicy little cunt and it made it twice as exciting! I wanted Laura to be there to lap up the blood and honey with me, then I would eat her out for a solid hour! "God, if my square father even suspected what was going on, he'd kill me!"
There was a long silence and Laura twitched madly from head to toe, waiting for the next nerve-shattering lash. She finally dared to open her eyes. He'd put the book down and was staring lustfully at her naked ass, his prick crimson with eagerness.
"Well," he said in a gentle voice, "I think that's enough torture, don't you? Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. You do have a lovely body, you know, Laura. As Sherry would say, let's fuck and suck for a little while."
Don't trust him! Laura thought. But the prospect of even temporary relief from the whirling back lashes left her dazed. "I'll – I'll blow you if you like," she whispered, "lick your balls. Anything. But no more, no more whip, please!"
"Yes, you'll blow me," he said. "But when I'm ready. Since you only seem to fuck boys, let's show you how a man does it."
He stepped behind her, out of her range of vision and another chill of fear raced along her stinging flesh. Out of her view, he placed the massive dildo next to her bound ankle. Then he sat between her milky thighs, facing her ass, and slid his legs beneath her hips, with his legs stretched out alongside her ribs. He leaned on one hand for support. He now sat upright with his throbbing meat facing the exposed pink lips of her pussy, between her legs. In this way, he could see every detail of her glistening cunt as he fucked her, every inch of her beautiful ass, and he could stroke, pummel, slap, caress or do whatever he wanted with her creamy mounds.
As he parted an ass-cheek with his thumb, he saw he also had access to her tiny brown anus.
For a minute, Carter Hawkins pressed the glowing head of his long prick against her silken cunt-lips as he gently ran his fingers over the hot flesh of her ass. It was burning, a blushing pink from the whip, a beautiful rosy hue that contrasted sharply with her trembling white thighs and dark hairy cunt. He inched his hips forward, slipping his big rod into her wet pussy-flesh, catching his breath. It was a very hot juicy cunt, much more exciting than his blonde's.
"Oh excellent!" he gasped, shoving more of his pulsing meat into the flew slit, feeling her soaked walls tighten on it. "Oh yes, you're going to be some fuck, Laura. Mmmmmhhh!"
In spite of her terror, Laura moaned softly as he plunged his prick deep into her trembling pussy. It felt wonderful after the brutal whip, gorged and hot and reassuring. The tingling fire on her flesh began to ebb as Carter fucked her with slow lunges of his hips, shoving deep and hardening his prick at will to thrill her throbbing pussy. He stroked almost dreamily, lifting his ass off the bed to vary the pressure of his thick meat inside her luscious cunt, pumping very hard and then softly.
"Oh, that's marvelous," Laura moaned in lascivious delight when he rammed her slit in slow lewd strokes. None of the clumsy eagerness of sweet young cocks with Carter Hawkins, he realized. He knew how to please, how to extract and give maximum pleasure from a woman. "You really know how to fuck," she panted, getting wildly aroused flow.
Intently, Carter watched his pulsing red meat sliding in and out of her seeping cunt, having to exert a sharp self-control not to come too early because of the slippery excitement racing along his prick. He kneaded the hot flesh of her vulnerable ass meanwhile pinching and rubbing it in his palms and fingers. The bright blush he loved so much was beginning to fade, though. He gripped both her ass-cheeks in his hands and squeezed firmly with each drive of his cock. He slapped the hot flesh sharply as he shoved his prick to the hilt and Laura gasped with delight.
"Oh, I love that," she groaned, wriggling her ass wildly. "Oh Carter, this is a terrific fuck! Oh gooooooood!"
Sherry's father was fucking fiercely excited now, unable to control himself under the tight rippling heat of her cunt. Quickly, he reached for the giant dildo beside him and turned it on.
The humming instantly alerted Laura. The brunette froze in fear, her mind slow to realize what he might do, her milky flesh tensed.
Then the most white hot searing agony Laura ever felt plunged brutally into her tender asshole. She lifted her head, tried to scream and couldn't. Her savagely impaled ass quivered in a frenzy high in the air and she tried desperately to lose consciousness and failed.
"Unnn… unnnng… eeeeeeee!"
Furiously aroused as he plunged the gigantic rubber prick with fierce power up her tiny asshole, Sherry's father increased the rhythm of his fucking-strokes. He lunged passionately deep into her tight frantic pussy, feeling it constrict even more under the pressure of her ravaged anal slit. He began to come in violent spurts, jamming the dildo in and out of her narrow asshole with both hands with the fury of sheer vengeance.
"Beautiful cunt!" he panted. "Yes, hot and tight… Ooooof! Cunt! Oh you lovely bitch! Fuck!"
Helplessly screaming, Laura writhed her hips insanely as her bowels and pussy blazed with bunting pressure. She could no longer tell the difference between the searing pain and shattering orgasms.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she groaned deliriously. "Shove it up my ass harder! Aaaaaaaaagh!"
She fainted suddenly.
When she awoke a few seconds later, she was aware that her ravaged asshole was free of the maddening pressure, and that Carter's cock was trickling limply in her pussy. She heard his breath heaving behind her, and then she sighed painfully he slid his soft meat out.
The bed beneath her was soaked from her tears. Her entire torso felt as though it were burning away in a holocaust. Even the whip was pleasure compared to that rape.
He came into view at the head of the bed, his lips grinning, his limp rod dripping obscenely. In his hands he held the whip again. Laura shuddered.
"That is what we call a traumatic experience," he lectured, slapping the whip loudly in his palm. "You will, to your amazement, Miss Swenson, leant to love and crave such intense thrills. The normal feelings of pleasure from ordinary sex are no longer going to satisfy you. Your nerves will rapidly become jaded, demanding deeper and wilder sensations. Your luscious cunt, and may I say I've never had better, will find ordinary pricks quite boring. Such is the capacity of the human nervous system."
"You're mad," she moaned. "You're crazy."
The whip tore at her tender ass-cheeks and she gasped.
"Maybe," he conceded. "But basically I'm no different from you. New avenues of excitement, new kicks, that's what you really want. That's why you seduced your nephew and corrupted my daughter."
His voice trembled with rage and Laura clenched her jaw fiercely, waiting for the next lash of pain. It never came when you expected it, she realized.
With the whip in his right hand, he sat at the head of the bed facing her. His long deflated prick was directly in front of her face. He put the heels of his feet into her soft aching back and nudged his cock forward, to within reach of her lips.
"You will now suck me off," he told her. "You will give the most artistic, fantastic blow-job of your life. Each time you fail to thrill me, you will be punished. You will have to earn your freedom. Go to it. Go!"
Laura lifted her parted mouth and he nudged the head of his dick into it. She stroked the tiny slit on the knob feverishly with her tongue, then inched forward to swallow more of his warm meat. Quickly, she circled her wet tongue around the front two inches before she began pumping her hot mouth eagerly on his swelling prick.
"Ummm, very good," he groaned. "Yes, yes! Bite, but gently."
She obeyed at once, sinking her teeth carefully into the powerfully stiffening rod of flesh, ten resuming her hot sucking. His prick had a pungent exciting taste, she realized. She began moaning, enjoying his hot thrilling cock.
Suddenly he slipped his rod out and an instant later the excruciating pain lashed at her tortured ass again. She shuddered and sobbed.
"No," he said sharply. "You're not using your tongue correctly. Try licking and sucking my balls."
He edged down further and immediately Laura's wet tongue darted out in her mouth and sucked hotly, feeling it swell with gratitude. Then the tormented brunette repeated the ritual with his other ball, his prick hardening with pleasure against her cheek.
"Very, very good," he grunted. Encouraged, she nudged deeper and flicked her tongue up his asshole. "Oh beautiful," he gasped, writhing his rough ass around her lips. "Eat it."
Laura obeyed eagerly, snaking her tongue in wriggling spasm up his anus, her nose crushed to his heavy balls. After two minutes he slid back and she braced herself for the whip.
"No wonder Sherry loved it," he panted. "Now suck me off until I come. You have exactly…" He glanced at his watch. "Three minutes and not a second more. After that, you've had it. Start."
Sobbing with humiliation and fear, Laura sucked his prick deep into her mouth. She began pumping her hungry lips furiously on his throbbing meat, sucking hotly to batter his knob against her throat. She bobbed her head frantically up and down, then sharply from side to side, hearing his groans of excitement with relief. For ten precious seconds, she paused with only the head of his burning dick in her mouth, teasing it with her teeth and tongue, praying for his boiling load.
Above her, Carter twined his fingers in her shimmering long hair and began to jerk his pelvis brutally, shoving his meat far into her madly sucking mouth. What a blow-job! Fear was the key, he'd long ago discovered. He twitched the lashes very gently across her buttocks and was rewarded with a frenzied burning tongue along the length of his rod. Her hot pussy was nothing compared to her frantic mouth! He could feel her suction like an electric current all the way down to his swollen balls. His testicles slapped loudly against her chin as he fucked her lewdly in her lovely mouth, wincing with pleasure when her teeth carefully bit his knob.
"Twenty seconds," he warned her cruelly, "nineteen, eighteen, ummmmmminn!! Oh you beautiful cocksucker… fourteen, thirteen, suck, you lovely bitch, suck! Nine, eight…"
Hysterically, bracing her burning ass-cheeks with all her strength, the terrified and excited brunette used her mouth like an insanely jerking pussy off his quivering meat. She stroked feverishly, sucking and clamping and tonguing, wishing her hands were free to jerk him off at the same time, counting three, two, one.
He burst in her throat. Deep moans of bliss and relief coming from her, Laura devoured the spurting juices, still bobbing and weaving her head to thrill him, swallowing it in a fever of enjoyment. How she loved hot sticky come oozing and tickling down her throat!
"Aaaaaah, very good, Miss Swenson," he sighed. "Best blow-job of my life, in fact. You're quite a woman. Too bad you'll be out of town in an hour or two. You will, won't you?"
"Yes," Laura moaned frantically, "I swear it!"
"Yes," he agreed in a deadly voice. "We don't want the scandal, do we? I won't have my daughter's name dragged into anything sordid. Now, do you think you've learned a valuable lesson here?"
"Yes…" she moaned. "Please untie me now. I'll leave. Just let me go."
For a few minutes Carter Hawkins stood over the bed, fondling the whip in his fingers, thinking. He watched her voluptuous nakedness tremble in anticipation and fear, observed the red welts covering her creamy ass and smooth back. It was a shame she had to go. He still had the blonde, but he was tired of her. But if the librarian stayed, succulent pussy and irresistible ass, there would be too much trouble to handle.
A solution flashed in his mind – terrible, and yet perfectly dangerous and yet fantastically exciting.
"If I ever see you again after tonight," Carter Hawkins told Laura in an ominous voice, "you will end up in an insane asylum. Is that clear?"
"Yes," she whispered, shivering.
To emphasize his point, he unleashed the whip just once, but it stung her naked ripe ass like a thousand volts of electric current. Then, without another word, he untied her, got dressed as she huddled in tenor on her bed, and left her house.
Her skin stinging and her ravaged ass barely able to move, Laura dressed and finished packing as quickly as she could. An hour later her car was headed toward San Francisco, and with every passing mile she began to breathe easier. Damn, what an incredible week! Corrupting her nephew, his girl friend and then being tortured and thrilled by the girl's handsome father. Only the beginning, she promised herself.