James Barton - X-rated daughter

Then, Gino moved up between the girl's legs. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted them as the head of his prick found the soft, wet warmth of her pussy. He felt her shudder and eased just the head of his prick into her velvet channel as Paul captured the act on film. Then, with a brutal thrust, Gino buried his prick in the young virgin's cunt.

Wendy shrieked as she felt the wall of her virginity give and a sharp pain tear through her loins. But it did not last and as his mouth licked from her tits to her lips, Wendy began to groan and writhe beneath him. She could feel the warm trickle of blood as it oozed from her cunt to run down between the cheeks of her ass. But the thought that she had just lost her virginity was soon gone as she became aware of the pulsing flesh inside her body.

"Ohhhhh, Ginooooo!" she moaned and began to twist her body under his.

"Good, huh, baby?" he questioned as he withdrew his bulging prick to thrust deeply again.

"Ughhhhnnn!" she gasped as she felt herself filled with his throbbing prick. "Yessss! Fuck me… God, fuck me, Gino!"

Gino set up a steady rhythm as the girl began begging him. He pulled his prick out slowly, then buried it as she convulsed beneath him.

"Get ready to wind it up," Paul ordered and moved in to the side of the bed. "Pull it out just before you cum and shoot all over her pussy!"

Gino grunted and began a rapid jackhammer movement of his hips. Wendy's legs were bent back until they touched her tits and she felt as though the youth would tear her apart. She could feel his balls as they slapped her naked ass and she tried her best to match his thrusts with those of her own. But she could not catch the rhythm and she found herself simply bucking wildly as he fucked her mercilessly.

"Uhhhhhnnnn… cummin'… cummin'… God damn!" Gino swore as he stiffened and pulled back his hips. His prick popped out of Wendy's body and he let her legs fall to the side as his prick jerked spasmodically in his hand.

Wendy felt the hot splashes of his cum on her pussy. She felt drenched as glob after glob shot onto her twitching cunt. She felt suddenly abandoned, for Gino had left her wanting. Her own orgasm was but a stroke away when he pulled his prick from her steaming cunt. Then frustration rose in her throat as she cried out and tore at the bonds that held her wrists. Twisting, she managed to tear her left hand free. Immediately, she plunged two fingers in her sopping cunt and continued where Gino's prick had left off.

"Jesus! Get a load of that!" Gino cried out and Paul went in for a close-up as the deflowered virgin fingerfucked herself obscenely.

"Work out, Wendy!" Trudy called to her.

Wendy was oblivious of all else as her orgasm washed over her aching body. She writhed sensuously and gasped for breath, her head rolling from side to side as Paul photographed the pure lust etched there.

Wendy felt the sticky cum Gino had spewed onto her blonde bush and she shivered as she ran her fingers over her puffed pussy lips. She lifted her legs and shuddered then as the final wave washed over her and she stiffened.

"Cut!" Paul called out.

Gino climbed off the bed and wiped his prick on the torn skirt. He turned to Paul and questioned, "How'd it look?"

"Fantastic!" Paul told him and smiled at Stella. "Little Miss Muffet put on a show of her own… I wasn't expecting that!"

Wendy heard the words from far off. She realized what had just happened to her – and she knew too, that it had been filmed. She wondered idly what Paul did with the films. She had heard about such things, but surely they would not show them in a theatre!

Then, Wendy felt her other hand being released. She was numb from the experience, but she allowed herself to be led upstairs and into the shower. Stella adjusted the water for her and smiled as she stepped in.

"You'll find clean clothes on the bed, honey. We'll be downstairs if you want to join us – if not, we'll understand." Then she closed the door of the stall shower and left Wendy's mind was in a turmoil. She felt dirty all of a sudden and she realized that she had in no way resisted these people; she should have tried to escape the first night and simply taken her chances in the woods. Now, it was too late – she could never face her family after all that she had done, all that she had let them do to her!

The warm water relaxed her and as it did, she gathered her thoughts – and she knew what she was going to do. No one would know what had happened to her unless she told them! She could tell her parents about being abducted, but she would remain quiet about the things that had happened to her.

When she had showered and dried off, Wendy went into her room to find her clothing. She was disappointed to find a brief skirt and see-through blouse with her sandals – she would need something a bit warmer if she expected to make it through the woods to the road at night!

Dressing quickly, she slipped out of her room and into the empty hallway. She tiptoed to the head of the stairs and saw all the others gathered in front of the fireplace.

She backed away from the landing and found the door to Paul and Stella's room. Inside, she located the closet and found a heavy shirt of Paul's. From a hook on the back of the door, she took a pair of women's slacks and pulled them on. They were a little large for her, but better than the brief skirt she wore.

The dresser yielded a pair of heavy socks which Wendy stuffed into her pocket. Looking about, she decided she had all, that she needed. Now, all she had to do was to get out of the lodge before anyone found out what she was up to. She pulled the heavy drapes away from the window and saw glass doors that led to a rear sundeck; her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the handle and found the doors unlocked.

As she stepped into the night, Wendy held her breath; there was a full moon and the air was chill and crisp. It would get much colder, she knew, but if she kept moving, she would be able to keep warm. She went quickly to the edge of the sundeck and looked down. There was a low, slanted roof just below and she recognized it to be the roof of the screened-in porch at the back of the dwelling.

Cautiously, the girl slipped over the rail and let herself down to the roof below. As her feet came in contact with the slanted roof, she let go of the railing. Then, a sudden sinking sensation filled her as she felt herself slipping. She clawed in an attempt to stop her downward slide, but it was no use – she felt the roof disappear from beneath her.

Wendy hit the ground with a thump. She saw stars and dared not move as her thoughts cleared. She moved one leg and then the other and when she found she had broken nothing, she stood up shakily and looked about. The back door of the cabin was closed and she could hear no sounds from the inside; carefully, she made her way around the corner and saw the dirt road in the pale moonlight. She walked slowly, keeping to the heavy forest growth to her left. When she had gone a good hundred yards from the lodge, she paused and looked back.

The dwelling cast a soft glow from its windows and Wendy knew that the others were too engrossed in what they were doing to miss her any time soon. She turned then and took off at a trot toward the road. When she came to it, she stopped momentarily to button up the too large-shirt and to slip the heavy woolen socks on her feet. They made her sandals a bit tight, but she felt more comfortable walking in them.

Again, she began to trot. She followed the winding dirt road for perhaps a mile, then she stopped to rest. She tried to recall how long the drive with Gregor had taken, but she could not. She remembered leaving the main road and driving onto a rougher road, but she had no idea if this was even the sa ne one they had taken.