Regina looked simply stunning when she stepped from the private elevator into the elegant living room of Benton Stanhope's luxurious penthouse suite. He smiled and studied her, hardly able to believe his eyes.
The dress she had selected was filmy chiffon, whisper soft and a pale-blue color that perfectly matched her luminous eyes. It was an off-the-shoulder style cut low with a plunging V front to proudly display the abundance of her sun-bronzed cleavage.
With that she wore a long, slender straight stole of silvery blue fox. It was draped low across her back then forward through the crooks of her arms. Her long blonde hair had been brushed forward over her right shoulder. It sheened in the soft light like a cascading torrent of spun gold.
Benton sucked in a sharp gasp of delighted surprise. "Regina, I've never seen you so entrancing!”
She dismissed the remark with only the slightest flicker of a smile. The effect was exactly as she had calculated. His mouth was still gaping.
"Where are the others?" she asked without seeming to notice him at all.
"Oh, er… they're waiting in the other room." She looked like no virgin he'd ever seen. His cock was already twanging under his tightly belted silky lounging robe.
"Shall we join them?” "Er, no… not yet. Let me look at you. Let me feast my eyes!”
Regina remained aloof. "Save your breath. I have no interest at all in old men.”
Stanhope managed to maintain an air of civility. "The difference in age does nothing to dull your splendor.”
She turned her back on him without reply, feigning interest in an abstract impressionist painting on the wall. He stood so close behind her that Regina could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.
"Interesting, isn't it?” "Ridiculous would be a better word. It looks like a rag someone used to clean paint brushes." She turned with a toss of her head and walked grandly into another part of the room.
Benson was thinking, you snide little bitch! What happened to that shy, sweet girl? She was putting on airs worse than her mother, the socially ambitious slut.
Regina paused to glance at a free-form metal sculpture near the window, another expensive abstract original. After a moment she shrugged her bare shoulders. "Your taste in art is appalling.”
He followed her, fuming. Stanhope didn't know what her game was, but the girl was playing right into his hands. He would have felt some slight tremors of guilt ravaging an innocent girl no matter how beautiful, but playing the regal bitch would make her planned torment pure pleasure.
"We should try to get along," he said. "Your mother and I are getting married next month.” "So I've heard," she answered dully. "Her taste in men is disgusting.”
That did it! Stanhope grabbed her arm from behind and whirled her to face him.
"What's with you?" he snarled. "I tried to be nice, but-”
Cool and serene, she said, "Let go of me, Benton. I know what you want, and you aren't going to get it. My sister might find your attention enthralling, but to me you're nothing but a dirty old man. And I mean a dirty old man!” "I'm not too old to take good care of an imperious bitch like you, young lady." He pushed her toward the closed bedroom door.
"Stop it or I'll scream! Mother won't marry you if you dare lay a hand on me, and I know how desperate you are to gain control of Wallford Electronics.” "Scream your head off," he said with a hearty laugh. "I've already gained control of your mother. She's going to sit and watch me pop your cherry!” "Nnnooo!" the blonde cried. "I hate men! I never want one to touch me! My father was mean and cruel, and you're even worse!”
Stanhope held the hysterical blonde and pushed open the bedroom door. Regina saw her mother, naked except for the mink coat that had slipped half off her back. She sat bound in a throne-like chair, unable to move except to toss her head.
That she did wildly because Vicki was on her knees and eating her mother's cunt. Her fiery long mane swirled as her head bobbed lewdly in Rita's lap. The woman gasped cries of tormented delight. She thought sex between family members was unthinkably obscene, but her daughter was an expert cunt sucker, and watching Benton fuck Vicki had heated her cunt to a roiling boil.
Vicki looked up with a guilty little grin when Stanhope and her sister burst into the room. She was stark naked, her curved lips glossed with gleaming fuck honey fresh from her mother's cunt.
"I got tired of waiting for dinner," she told Benton.
Reggie gasped, "Mother! Vicki! Oooh, my God! This is too much!” "Yours isn't the only pussy I like to eat," Vicki said with a smirk. "Mom's has a much stronger taste!" She licked her lips like a cat sweeping away canary feathers. "Yours will too after it's been heated by a hot prick.”
Reggie began to struggle with new and desperate strength. Benton could hardly hold her. Vicki leaped up naked, her pussyhair still damp and sheening with cum. She grabbed the trailing ends of the silvery blue fox stole draped over her sister's arms and yanked them behind her. The fluffy fur tightened around Reggie like a rope, wrenching her arms behind her back.
Reggie cried, "Aaagggh!”
Vicki pulled the long ends of the silvery stole and tied them in a knot, binding the blonde’s elbows together behind her back.
“Be glad it’s not a hemp rope or a steel chain,” Vicki said. “Those cut and scrape tender skin like yours.”
Reggie cried, "Vicki, don't do this to me!" Glittering tears filled her wide blue eyes. She could see the welts left by a whip on her mother's lusty figure. And red marks of restraint circled her sister's tits and pussy.
Benton looked smugly at the weeping blonde. "You're mine now. I was going to save your cherry for my wedding night, but I know I don't want to wait!" His right hand hooked like a claw and ripped open the plunging V front of her filmy dress.
Her ripe young tits heaved in a flesh-colored bra. As the torn dress slid down her back, Vicki reached up and unfastened the clasp. Reggie moaned in a futile protest. The strapless bra fell away, The blonde's big tits swelled and shivered. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped on her creamy soft tits. Those were stark white with ruddy pink tips, not bronze tanned like the rest of her figure. They stood out like chrome bumper bullets on an old-fashioned luxury car.
"Your body is even more ripe and tempting than your mother's," Stanhope said. "And to think it has never been touched by a man!”
He cupped his hands on her creamy tits and began to knead them fondly. Reggie twisted and squirmed, trying to wiggle away from his lecherous hands. Vicki grabbed her sister's long blonde hair and yanked on it like the reins of an unruly horse.
Benton narrowed the grasp of his fingers to concentrate on Reggie's nipples, twirling and teasing them hard despite the girl's bitter sobs. Vicki held her sister's hair with one hand and, with the other, working the ruined dress farther down.
It slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving Reggie in only her panties, garter belt, long stockings and high-heeled shoes. She tried to kick Stanhope in the balls, but the filmy dress bound her ankles in a tangle of cloth.
Stanhope dipped a hand into her flesh-colored bikini panties and pulled them down. He cupped her pussy dome and teased his fingers through its blonde wedge of curls.
Reggie felt a deep-reaching chill of disgust, but her tender pussy slit clenched and squeezed up simmering wet heat from some hidden place beyond conscious control. Stanhope fingered her clit and sent tremors rippling up Reggie's back.
Her breath rasped in quick shallow gasps. "You bastard! You filthy old man!”
Stanhope smiled, slipping off his robe to proudly display his stiff cock. "Take a good look at what this old man has for you," he said.
"Ungh! It's the most repulsive thing I've ever seen!” "You'll like it better when it's out of sight… deep in your sweet cunt." He pressed his middle finger into her golden-haired pussy gash. He probed to find her cherry and strained the rubbery little membrane that sealed off the depths of her cunt.
"It's so nice to know that you still have your cherry," he said. "I was so afraid some schoolboy might get into you first.” "I don't want anyone in me!" Reggie moaned. His wiggling finger was driving her wild, straining her precious cherry and giving some hint of the pain soon to come.
"But I must have you," he said. "I collect young virgins the way some men collect stamps. I added your beautiful sister to my collection some time ago. Now I need you to complete the set.”
Stanhope's free hand pumped his prick, and his cock was throbbing hard. The knobbed prickhead looked like an over-ripe prune and seemed to glow blue-red with the heat of lusty blood.
Rita whispered so that only Doc Watson's sensitive microphone could hear her strained voice. "Do something! I don't want that lecherous bastard to have her!” "Would you rather give her to me?" Doc asked.
"Yes!” "You will restrain her for fucking, like a sacrificial lamb, and eat her cunt to make it wet and hot for me.” "Yyyeeesss," she hissed. Stanhope and Vicki were pushing Reggie toward the bed. The chains and leg-spreader lay waiting.
"My cock is much larger than his," Watson warned, "I don't care! She won't care. She might even like it better.”
Before Doc could answer, another man entered the room-a young police officer in full uniform. He aimed a big gun at Benton Stanhope. "Hold it right there!”
Stanhope glared. "What the hell?" His face paled in shock. He sputtered and raged, regathering steam. "You can't come into my house waving a gun. I have powerful friends in City Hall!” "And I have a powerful friend right here in my hand. "A 44 Magnum that will splatter your head all over the wall! Let go of that innocent girl!”
Stanhope shrank back with a snarl of frustration.
The young cop said to Vicki, "Untie her arms! Then free that woman bound in the chair.” "Now see here!" Stanhope blustered.
"Shut up, mister. The party's over. The women are coming with me.”
Regina Wallford had never been so happy to see a man in her life. It didn't matter that his cool gray eyes roamed over her almost-naked curves. A pleasant smile curved his lips. She rushed to him and cried, "Thank you!”
Rita was overwhelmed with relief. She had expected Doc Watson to intervene somehow. A policeman was even better. That meant they were all safe, not just from Stanhope but from-the demented inventor as well. She stood on unsteady legs, pulling up her mink and rushed to his side the moment Vicki had untied the last knot. She padded the silky black collar of her mink coat over the earpiece, hoping that would keep Watson from hearing her urgent plea.
"This necklace is a radio-controlled torture device," she whispered desperately. Her voice began to quake before she finished, realizing how far-fetched that must sound.
"Is that so?" the handsome young cop said without apparent surprise. "No problem, I'll just break the strand-” "No, the clasp has needles full of deadly poison. I'll die if the wire is broken.”
Reggie was clinging hard to his right arm, staring at her handsome savior with adoring blue eye that fluttered, still wet with tears. He eased his gun hand free from her grasp and brought the muzzle of his big revolver around behind Rita's head.
The glittering diamond necklace was still hanging slack, but she cringed violently, expecting it to tighten and strangle her at any moment. Or stab poison into the back of her neck. She tensed and shivered when the cop very gingerly pulled the clasp away from her neck. He pressed the gun muzzle against it and pulled the trigger. A deafening roar filled the room. The sinister clasp exploded into hundreds of pieces and the glittering necklace fell to the floor.
"Thank God!" Rita cried, rubbing her neck.
The cop said to the younger girls, "Get some clothes on, we're all getting out of here.”
Regina just stared at him, dreamy-eyed. Her heart raced and her mind swirled. She'd never felt attracted to a man before. But he was so good-looking, so strong and so cool under stress. He exuded an aura of male strength that made her tremble with desire.
Rita felt the same kind of attraction, gratitude so deep that it became a warm and restless yearning. She would have happily fucked the handsome blonde-haired young cop right there on the floor. Thinking what a strong but caring man he was and what a marvelous lover he must be, she wrapped the black mink tight around her quivering curves and stroked the fur over her heaving tits.
Regina put on the robe Benton had discarded and belted it tight. He glared hotly, knowing his chance at her cunt was gone. Vicki was also fuming, thinking her fun had been spoiled. She looked sullen and put back on the dress she'd worn to the penthouse.
"O.K., let's go," the cop said. He motioned the women to the elevator in the next room. The door stood open and waiting for them. Rita had never seen a more welcome sight. Reggie was still looking starry-eyed at her handsome defender.
They all got into the elevator together. The door hissed closed and the elevator began its descent. Reggie said to the young officer, "I could kiss you!”
He smiled and holstered his gun. "Go ahead, you're safe now.”
Reggie melted into his arms with a delighted sigh. Their lips sealed and she pressed her voluptuous young body against his broad chest.
The warmth and writhing of her anxious body made his cock twitch. His prick swelled and bulged in his uniform pants. Reggie could feel its hardening throb.
"What you have for me is much bigger than that awful man's," she cooed.
"You make it bigger," he said, cupping her chin and kissing her quivering lips. "You're so beautiful! Such a luscious sweet girl!”
Reggie giggled and felt weak in the knees, almost overcome by her romantic impulses. Rita felt a satisfying surge of relief. Worries about her blonde daughter becoming a confirmed lesbian were gone. They were still kissing, grinding their anxious bodies together and thrusting their tongues back and forth.
Rita remembered that she was still wearing the earpiece. Doc Watson would be listening, still thinking he had her under control. She couldn't resist gloating. *It's over, you bastard!" she whispered sharply. "The necklace is broken!” "I know that, Rita. But I still have you in my power.” "In a pig's eye! There's a policeman with us. He has a gun and seems to adore my daughter. I know he won't let you have her.” "You're forgetting that I can control the elevator." It suddenly lurched to a stop between floors.
Rita looked startled but was not greatly concerned. "I'll just press the emergency button, the maintenance people will come soon and get us out.” "No, Rita. I've disconnected that button.” "Benton needs to use the elevator. He'll report that it's out of service.” "Not soon enough to save you. I'm going to bring the cab down to the basement where I'll be waiting for you and my virgin prize.”
“You'll have to face a man with a gun to get her.” "No, you'll all be sleeping peacefully when the elevator reaches its last stop. Do you smell that faintly sweet odor? That's a powerful anesthetic.” "You son of a bitch!”
“Sweet dreams, Rita. Regina's vagina belongs to me!”
She glared, still defiant. Her daughters and the young police officer had all heard her side of the heated exchange. Reggie said, "Mom, what's the matter? What's that funny smell?” "There isn't time to explain, darling." Rita looked at the cop's curious face. "You're truly fond of my daughter, aren't you?” "Yes, she's adorable.” "And you wouldn't want a heartless man to be her first, would you? She's a virgin, a sweet innocent girl, and he's a vicious sadist.” "I'll kill any man who tries to harm even one hair on her pretty head.”
“You won't have that chance," Rita said desperately. The cloying sweet smell was getting stronger, she felt dizzy and light-headed. "All you can do is keep him from being first.”
The elevator began descending again. "I want you to fuck her before he can," Rita said resignedly.
"Mother!" Reggie was shocked.
"Now," Rita insisted without explanation. "Before we all pass out.” "Nnnooo!" Reggie's mind had been aswirl with romantic illusions-nothing like being fucked her first time in an elevator with her mother and sister both watching.
Rita grabbed the ripe bodied young blonde and wrestled her to the floor. "Help me, Vicki! Pin her arms. I'll spread her legs. There isn't much time!”
The young cop appeared puzzled and delighted at the same time. It took little urging to coax his throbbing hot prick out of his pants. Regina's futile struggling had opened the front of the robe. She lay almost completely naked and helpless at his feet.
Rita pulled down the girl's panties. "Do it! Get your cock in and break her cherry! At least we can keep Watson from having that pleasure!”
Grinning with delight, the handsome young officer dropped on his knees between Reggie's spread legs. "I won't hurt you," he promised.
Rita knew it would have to hurt some. His cock was almost eleven inches long, enormous wily thick and throbbing with a wild pulse.
Regina cried, "How can you let him do this to me? How can you help him-aaaggghhh!" The cop pressed the hot tip of his swollen prick on her clit.
Vicki and Rita had to clamp with all their might to restrain the girl feeling cock for the first time in her life.
"I wish there was time to explain," her mother said. "Just trust me, darling. We're all doing the best thing for you.” "Pinning my arms and legs to the floor while a man pushed his cock into me?” "I'll be as gentle as I can," he said warmly. "Just relax and let it slide in.” "Hungh! It's not sliding, it's tearing me apart. Oooh, I've never felt such pain!" His cock had gone in far enough to press on her cherry.
"I won't tear it, I'll spread it slowly.”
“No!" Rita cried. "We're almost down to the basement, and we might pass out before you can do it if you take your time. Ram it into her! Make her bleed! I don't want that sadistic madman to be her first!”
The young cop remained reluctant to pain the beautiful young blonde whose fluttering eyes were awash with tears. Rita was crouched behind him, holding her daughter's legs spread. She gave a determined grunt and lunged forward, throwing her full weight on him.
Vicki giggled. The cop gave a moan, driven down by the woman's quick lunge. Reggie shrilled an ear-splitting scream as her tender cherry was torn. Rita breathed a thankful gasp, still sprawled over the cop's back.
"Now fuck her!" she said. "Do it hard and fast. Fill her with cum so that bastard Doc Watson will know he wasn't first!”
Whatever feelings of tenderness the cop had for her vanished when he felt the tight friction of Reggie's freshly bloodied cunt.
Her pussy seethed and convulsed as only a stunned virgin's hole can. Wringing waves of motion tried to squeeze out the ravaging intruder. That delighted him. "Your tight little pussy is the most beautiful part of your body. It's, contractions are sheer delight!”
Reggie kept screaming until she ran out of breath. He was fucking her hard and fast, slamming down on her and rearing back up with anxious grunts like a rutting bear.
Rita shivered at the sight. She could see pink cherry stains smeared the length of his thick cock when he drew it out to the tip. She could hear Reggie's anguished moans when he rammed it back in, drilling and twisting so as to leave not a shred of her cherry intact.
The sticky sweet odor kept getting stronger, but Rita was smiling. She reached between the cop's legs and fondled his swaying ball sac.
"Give it to her," she coaxed. "Fuck her full! When she feels jism filling her, her cunt, she'll cum for her first time with a man!”
He roared. Her teasing fingers had stirred fearsome pressure in his balls. Silver-white jism shot out of his cum slit like wet bullets.
Reggie shuddered and moaned, too breathless for another scream. Her ravaged pussy flew into convulsions. Fierce contractions made her whole body tremble. The pain of first entry vanished under rolling waves of delight.
"Oooh," she cried. "Oooh, it's wonderful! Much better than tongue. I'm cumming sssooo hard!”
Rita leaned back with a smug grin curling her lips. "You hear that, Watson? It's done! The gas didn't work quick enough. My daughter has been fucked to a great climax by the most handsome and well-hung young man that I ever saw.”
Doc was chuckling while she raved about Reggie's on-going orgasm. "The slickly sweet vapors you smell are nothing more potent than cheap perfume. And I'm sure that young stud will be happy to fuck Reggie to another great climax before I let you out of the elevator.” "You don't care that he had her first?" Rita moaned, her desperate plan spoiled.
"Not a bit. Virgins bore me. I'd much rather fuck a pussy that's broken in. That's why I arranged to have you help my son do the honors.” "Your-your son?" Rita felt sick from more than the smell of cheap perfume.
"Yes, he's even more handsome than I used to be. I didn't think you'd be aware of the slight resemblance. He's not a cop, Rita. He's an actor… and I think you'll agree he gave an outstanding performance!”
She slumped back and simmered in a frustrated rage. He'd cleverly and cruelly tricked her again. He let her find hope and then destroyed it completely.
"Your son!" she cried. "You son of a bitch!”