James Barton - X-rated daughter

Wendy glanced toward the road again, then turned and walked briskly to the lodge. She found the others already gathered and she nodded and smiled as she took her place beside Trudy.

Supper was quiet, but Wendy sensed something in the air. It was almost as if they were all awaiting something, something exciting. Finally, as the dishes were cleared, Stella got up from the table and went into the kitchen. She returned in a few moments and placed a glass of orange juice before Wendy.

Wendy looked at it, then at Stella. She recalled the first time the woman had brought her juice to drink and she chilled. "Do… do I have to?" she questioned.

Stella patted her cheek and smiled as she replied, "Time for you to earn your keep; little lady."

Wendy swallowed thickly and looked about the table; the others were watching her intently with expectant looks on their faces.

"Go on, Wendy… it's gonna be all right," Trudy urged her and patted her knee.

Wendy steeled herself, then picked up the glass of juice to drain it. Almost immediately, she felt the effects of the drug. There was a numbness in her legs, then giddiness. Everyone's voices got far off and she felt herself being helped to her feet again.

"All set up?" Paul asked Buck.

"Ready and waiting," the black man replied.

"Are we gonna get to watch?" Ruby asked and looked toward Stella.

"Sure, why not… it ought to be fun for all of us," she said and helped Trudy with Wendy.

Wendy was aware of hands helping her; she saw the main room of the lodge swim before her eyes, then there was an open door and a stairway. Her first thought was of Joni and the abuse she had endured at the hands of the two black men. She whimpered as she was helped down the stairs and confusion overcame her as she looked around for the barn scene. But it wasn't there – in its place was a comfy little bedroom, with a bed, dresser and mirror and lacy curtains covering a real window to one side of the bed.

Wendy was unable to protest as she felt her jeans and shirt removed. She felt herself being dressed and she wondered about, that as Trudy fastened a brassiere about her body. Then, a pair of panties were slipped on her, followed by a cotton skirt and blouse.

Wendy was led to the mock bedroom and Stella helped her to sit on the side of the bed. "Just do what comes natural, and don't be afraid. I'll be right here."

The words made little sense to Wendy as the drug coursed through her veins, but she managed a weak smile and took the magazine that Stella handed her. Then, bright floodlights came on and the other lights in the basement were dimmed.

"Pretend you're all by yourself, Wendy," Trudy called out from the shadows, "Take a peek at the book!"

Wendy shook her head to clear her vision and looked down at the magazine. She was shocked to find it was a pornographic publication, filled with glossy photos of men and women engaged in sex acts. She flipped a page and found a beautiful blonde woman tied across a huge bed. Hovering over her were two men. In the succeeding photos, the pair did everything imaginable to the helpless woman and Wendy found herself suddenly aroused. In her mind, she was the woman tied to the bed!

As she continued to turn the pages, Wendy felt her passions growing and she could not resist placing her hand beneath the magazine to touch her cunt mound. The instant her hand came in contact with her panty-covered crotch, fingers of excitement raced through her body. She wished she were truly alone – but somehow, that did not matter now.

From far off, she heard Trudy's voice, "Go on… lift your dress… finger your pussy, Wendy. Look at the pictures and fingerfuck yourself."

And as though in a dream, Wendy found herself doing that very thing. She lifted her skirt, pulled aside the crotch of her panties and began stroking her cunt. All the while, she looked at the filthy pictures of a woman sucking a man's prick while another man fucked her in the ass.

Wendy's breath was coming in short bursts and she knew that the beautiful feeling of orgasm was not far away. She licked her dry lips as she stretched her legs out stiffly and turned another page to find two young girls with an older man. One of them was sitting on his face as he sucked her cunt and the other squatted obscenely over his prick, shoving it into her tight pussy.

Wendy groaned as her finger found her clit and rubbed it sensuously. Then she was startled by a noise behind her. She turned and her expression registered horror as she saw someone climbing through the window. She thrust the magazine aside instinctively and caught her breath as she realized what was about to take place.

Before the startled girl could move off the bed, Gino grabbed her and threw her down. Wendy struggled ineffectually as she felt her wrists being bound, then she found herself tied to the bedpost with her hands above her head.

Gino hovered over the defenseless young girl and leered down at her as he quickly removed his clothing to display a gigantic hard-on. "Man you don't know how I've looked forward to this!" he told her as he climbed onto the bed.

Wendy looked up in horror as Gino ripped the skirt from her body, then took hold of the waistband of the panties to draw them down slowly. As her blonde bush was exposed, Wendy saw Paul move in with his camera for a close-up. It was then that she realized the whole thing was being filmed!

Wendy screamed. Gino ripped open the thin blouse, she was wearing and broke the bra straps. As her full tits were released, Wendy gasped and tried to pull away as Gino fell atop her and began licking them. She writhed and cried out as the youth ran his hands over her quivering flesh and sucked the stiffening nipples of her tits. She tried desperately not to respond, but as soon as Gino's hand cupped her cunt, she knew she was lost.

Wendy shut her eyes as Gino moved up the bed and took hold of her face with his hands. She felt him rubbing the head of his swollen prick over her lips, her eyes and her throat.

"Suck it bitch!" he commanded and squeezed her jaws painfully.

Wendy cried out and, as she did, she felt her mouth filled with his pulsing prick.

"Suck it! Use lotsa tongue!" Gino told her as he held her head tightly and forced more of his prick into the girl's mouth.

Wendy gasped as the youth began an obscene fucking motion with his hips and his prick was shoved even deeper into her throat. She gagged and managed to pull off a bit, then she began using her tongue.

"That's it, baby… suck it good… make it good and hard because I'm gonna stick it in that virgin pussy of yours real soon!"

Wendy chilled. She knew that she was about to lose her virginity, but suddenly it didn't matter to her. She had engaged in so many acts of depravity over the past few days, nothing could possibly be worse. Licking out with her soft tongue, Wendy took more of Gino's prick into her mouth and squirmed sensually as he reached down to stroke her pussy.

She found herself lifting her hips to the youth's searching fingers, and as he found her clit, she moaned. She recalled the picture of the blonde woman in the magazine and she wondered how it would feel – actually feel – to have a man's prick in her pussy. And the realization came to her then that she was looking forward to the ordeal!

"Oh, shit!" Gino gasped as he withdrew his prick from between Wendy's glistening lips. "I can't hold out much longer!"

"Fuck her then!" Paul called as he zoomed in for a shot of Gino's prick.

Quickly, Gino forced open Wendy's legs, then backed off so Paul could get a close-up of the hair-fringed lips and her golden bush. As he moved between her legs, Gino lowered his head and licked out with his tongue.

Wendy cried out in passion as Gino's mouth sucked her pussy. She had not been expecting it and the sensations caused her to lift her body to his mouth and tongue.