Suzanne Mellows

A naughty fourteen

CHAPTER ONE

If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of a Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one is a mystery to me… if only I hadn't lost all Hal's money.

Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated off to Europe, taking with her her six year old daughter and a nannie. Now Julia was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie – they didn't even have a home to speak of. Desiree never could really understand what happened to her money either, apart from several bad investments the rest seemed to have drifted away from her in Paris, London and Monte Carlo, mostly Monte Carlo. Finally, impoverished and failing to find a rich European husband she had headed back to America only to find life was just as difficult there. Desiree was a reasonable waitress, mostly got jobs because of her face and her body and had emerged to support herself and her daughter in one restaurant and another for several years. Now, living on the trailer park, she worked in the Restaurant-Nightclub on the property itself and for the first time in her life was managing to save a little money – hopefully to get herself a little house, somewhere… she really didn't care where at this point.

Not that Desiree wasn't still a voluptuous and seductive woman, she was, it was just that she was tired of moving around and tired of men – men who always wanted her body and never seemed to care beyond that. Until Mitch Holden, that was.

Desiree shivered now as she thought of Mitch, tall, blonde, blue grey eyes, handsome in an ugly sort of way – yet how could they be in love, he was only eighteen and she was thirty-four, it was ridiculous but it was true. Mitch had his own rock and roll group and played every night at the club. Everyone said he was a fantastic musician though and that he would make the big-time eventually. Mitch, every day told her that he didn't care how long he had to wait, he wanted her body and soul. It made Desiree tremble all over to think that someone loved her that much. Of course her husband Hal had loved her, but then he had been so much older than her – there was no real passion in their relationship, father/daughter was more like it, everyone said so.

Desiree turned to look at herself in the mirror now. Life had been good to her body and face, if not her pocket. Now at thirty-four there was not a sign of age on her lovely face, her blonde, naturally curly hair still had the glisten of corn-silk, her azure blue eyes had the radiance of the sky about them and her body was as firm and toned as when she had been a girl of sixteen. Her breasts were large and melon like but firm and upthrust, her waist was narrow and her limbs, long and shapely – in fact Desiree Patton was quite a package.

Jim Sanders had known that when he had hired her to work as a waitress. Jim's best customer was Alex Cranston, the Chief of Police, who liked to be waited on by beautiful women and for them to be at his disposal whenever he wanted female company. Alex was too powerful to be slighted and Jim Sanders was very careful to provide him with whatever and whomsoever he wanted. Desiree Patton didn't know this however, but she was soon to find out.

Desiree looked at the clock, it was almost time to go to the restaurant, where was Julia? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking on the trailer-door. Desiree opened it to find Mitch Holden standing at her door holding an exquisite bunch of flowers.

"Why Mitch, what a surprise, for me, flowers… oh, I'm touched. Won't you come in."

Trembling, the older woman set the flowers in a vase, it had been so many years since a man had given her flowers she was touched deeply. She turned now to look at Mitch who was sitting awkwardly in a chair, staring intently at her. She knew that he was deeply in love with her, it was obvious, what she didn't know yet was how to handle the situation. She wanted him with her heart and yet her mind was still refusing to give her body the okay!

Desiree Patton didn't have much time for random thoughts now however, before she knew what was happening, Mitch had crushed her in his arms and was pulling her body insistently into his. She could feel his hard throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and her buttocks through the warm softness of her housecoat.

Desiree whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhh, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her belly… she could imagine it slipping inside her… up into the hot, velvety moist channel of her wanting, needing vagina… strong, warm and masculine… bringing her ecstatic peace… entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her… but… but, she mustn't… she mustn't!

He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her housecoat to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.

He was overwhelmed with the full firmness of her breast! His hands were trembling, happy to be so close to her body at long last as they encompassed the fullness of her succulent tits. Christ! He was going to lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips… then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his demand.

Desiree moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desiree and need fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of her daughter Julia were over crowding all things… what if she were to come back this moment… Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his beautiful young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how she needed him… wanted him… loved him!

She felt his hand trail over the softness of her belly… down the strong muscle of her hip and thigh, then over slowly to her mound… through the silky blondness of pubic hair to the very lips of her… her cunt, taunting, feeling, tracing the thin hair-lined slit… then, slipping inside with breathtaking gentleness to find her clitoris throbbing gently in erotic delight.

She clasped her lips to his, open, and her tiny tongue shot into his mouth with all of the fire of a taunted, enraged snake. Again and again, she stabbed into his mouth while he sucked at her tiny, sweet tongue and simultaneously twitted her clitoris between thumb and forefinger… finally sliding down through her moist slit to her vaginal entrance and easing inside, teasing her urethra enroute before he buried the long finger up into the depths of her excited and hot, dilating pussy.

She gasped into his mouth and he knew he was going to fuck her! He was certain of that now! And… and holy Christ… she had wrapped her fingers around his prick through his clothes. He couldn't breathe!

"Damn!" he gasped and pressed her backwards to the couch while she struggled to keep her thighs together as they folded down onto it.

"Oh… no, darling… darling… we mustn't… no… No… darling… not now!" she pleaded rapidly, his hot breath suddenly against the soft flesh of her breasts, coming in ever increasing gasps. "P… oh, please… Darling… we mustn't," she whimpered hotly down into his face that was kissing and sucking at her breasts, while her arms embraced his head tightly to her.

But it was as if she hadn't spoken and his hands continued to fondle and graze her tingling flesh, and she gasped aloud to the electric-like sensations surging through her from his probing finger deep inside her wanting vagina, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.

"Oh… oh please, Mitch… wait… wait," she begged, but then she heard the metallic whisper of his zipper… and suddenly felt the delicious hard, hot fleshy bluntness pressing against her upper thigh. Dear God! It was his penis and inherently, her body recoiled at its alien touch, even as his finger probed deeper between her legs into the warm, velutinous moisture of her vagina, causing greater intoxicating waves of inner excitement to surge through her, nearly rendering her powerless. She lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced by the pleasurable sensations rippling about wildly inside her… and then he'd taken her hand and placed it on his naked hardened rod, his own hand covering hers and enclosing her fingers around it.

She had compulsively squeezed tight, feeling its hot rigidness give slightly beneath the pressure, and heard and felt him gasp excitedly against her breast, the sounds of her own breathing filling the room as she realized surprisingly the enormity of its size. An anticipating thrill of delight raced through her. She would never have dreamed that he would be so big… so long and thick… her fingers could barely encircle it! And suddenly, she was aware that she was stroking it… massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same rhythm he had established with his finger deep inside her moist, receptive channel.

Oh… oh… there was no stopping him now! She'd let him go… even encouraged him beyond that final stopping point… and now, her whole body trembled passionately, hungrily, in the enchantment of the moment, as did his, pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She squirmed blissfully beneath his finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt, so moist from the juices he had stimulated there. She felt it seeping from her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch, even to the cleft between her round buttocks; and then it dawned fully upon her what they were doing… and Julia could walk in on them any moment… she couldn't let her daughter see her this way, and with an eighteen year old boy at that…! She just couldn't…

His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his maddening, pleasure-inciting thrusts up into her, so did she quicken and lengthen the pumping of her slender hand clutching tightly at his throbbing, erect shaft of flesh, feeling it grow and grow beautifully into unbelievable male hardness.

Perhaps it was his sudden squirming on top of her, trying to open her legs, that helped restore her wits, or maybe it was simply the reaction of strong religious convictions that children shouldn't see adults making love thrusting its way through the ecstatic delirium of forbidden pleasure clouding her mind; whichever, she clamped her strong naked legs together tightly, her thighs clasping his stiff, pulsing cock between them, while she struggled frantically on top of her to get the blood-filled top of his prick into the moist opening of her excited and passion dilated cunt.

"No… no, Mitch! No, we can't… we mustn't!" she hissed up at him, her teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of resistance she could muster, clasping his hot, hard rod tightly as it strained to enter her, its smooth nozzle splaying the soft lips of her throbbing cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his near-insane attempt at penetration. "My God, no! You can't, darling… please!" she cried again, as she squeezed and writhed furiously; then, she felt it lurch still within her clutching fingers and heard his uncontrollable gasp of frustrated ecstasy.

He groaned and grunted and she felt the thick hot stream of his sperm shoot from its jerking head, saturating her tingling vulva, the palpitating open lips of her vagina and the surrounding blonde pubic hair, until she was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the inner sides of her soft white thighs, dribbling wetly down between her legs to moisten the couch beneath her passion-dampened buttocks.

She had lain perfectly still and held him tightly all through it, feeling his body convulse on top of her while his organ pumped spasmodically in her slender hand, heard him emit his final groan of release… then, he seemed to collapse all over her, his penis growing limp almost immediately.

She knew that he was ashamed and horrified at his behavior as she heard him sobbing uncontrollably into her comforting breast. He's such a boy still, she thought tenderly to herself and yet I love him so much. Oh God! How I love him and want to fulfill myself with him. It's so difficult to know what to do, I'm tom in two about him… one part of me wants to give myself to him totally and the other half feels guilty about it. I wish I knew what to do, I wish to God I wasn't so confused about this whole thing.

Desiree leaned over the young boy and started to whisper sweetly into his ear, telling him of her love for him and her caring, telling him to be patient with her that in good time they would be together in the way that he wanted. She felt an enormous sigh of relief flood through his body at her words and she knew that he understood. He was such a boy, but he understood. She ran her hands lovingly through his long blonde hair and kissed the top of his head.

"Darling," she said tenderly, "I've got to go to work now and so have you… we'd better pull ourselves together."

Mitch rose now, drying his eyes, kissing Desiree's hands gently, "I'm yours Desiree, I'm yours," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours!"

CHAPTER TWO

Jim Sanders and Alex Cranston, Inspector of Police, had been friends since high school. Jim Sanders knew exactly how to please his friend and to stay on the right side of the law. There was a lot that went on at the Meadows Trailer Park that went beyond the law but Alex Cranston threw a blind eye to it all, the gambling, the prostitution, the lot. As long as he had his needs taken care of, he was content.

Now, happily tucked away in the back room at the Trailer Park Nightclub, waiting for Tulip to come and service him, sipping a large snifter of Brandy, Alex Cranston was a contented man. At fifty he could still attract any woman of his choosing, his hair was still a rich dark brown color and his eyes hadn't lost their intensity, they were still as green and clear as when he had been a young boy growing up in Rhode Island.

Tulip was his usual choice, although of late his eyes had been wandering to the new waitress, what was her name… ah, yes, Desiree… and desirable she is, thought Alex hungrily to himself. Seems sort of snotty though, I'll have to have a word with Jim about her.

The Chief of Police had found out through the grapevine that the beautiful new waitress seemed to have the hots for the punk Holden, the rock and roll dude. Alex Cranston had very little time for Mitch Holden, had it been up to him he would have put him behind bars years ago and had almost nabbed him several months ago on a drug bust. The kid was living in a house where heavy dope dealing was going on and Alex tried to rope him in with the rest of the gang when they were busted but Mitch's father, Judge Holden had intervened and Alex had had to bow down. Judge or no judge, Alex Cranston would like to get his own back on the punk-kid but didn't know how to yet… although a nasty plan, harmless enough, was forming in his mind.

He pulled his wine colored velvet robe around his massive form now and took another deep drink from his snifter of Brandy. Whenever Alex came into the back room he wore his robe, he only came in to be sucked or to fuck and he liked to be as comfortable as possible. His feet and legs were spread obscenely apart now as he waited for Tulip, his massive cock was waiting apprehensively for her warm, sweet mouth. "Damn that girl, where is she?" the Chief of Police fumed, then sighed in relief as the beautiful young waitress came into the room.

Tulip was only twenty years old but already she knew all the tricks of the trade… and she gave the best head around. Her long jet black hair cascaded sexily over her bare shoulders, her succulent breasts peeked naughtily out from her skimpy costume and Alex Cranston's hunger increased one hundred-fold the moment she came in the door.

"Where have you been you naughty bitch," groaned Alex, "get over here quick, my cock's dying for you!"

"Sorry Chief," Tulip grinned, "I got tied up with a customer."

The Chief of Police groaned now and lay back in his chair as Tulip settled herself between his legs, ovaled her beautiful red mouth and plunged it down over his already rigid rod of flesh. Her delicious pink tongue swirled at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused to seep out and she sighed a deep sigh of relief as ripples of delight surged through her own tingling loins. Oh God, how she loved to suck cock. God, how she loved to suck the Chief of Police's cock!

"Oh come on baby, suck harder," growled Alex, anxious to explode his white hot semen in her anxiously working mouth.

Without another word, Tulip grasped harder with her lips on the Chief of Police's penis, pulling back the heavy, thick foreskin until the great, blood-filled head was glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm full lips down over it hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her mouth to swirl her tongue around the tweak at the tiny slit on the tips.

"Oh baby, you suck me so good, so goooood!" groaned the Chief of Police.

JESUS CHRIST! He was going to cum right into the little cock-sucking bitch's mouth! "Suck it, you cunt!" he commanded. "Suck my prick until I cuuuuummmm!"

Alex looked down at the pink flesh of Tulip's mouth being pulled out as she clung to his hardened cock. Her long black hair was nailing from side to side as she worked furiously at his prick, her tits were jumping almost out of her costume and she was wriggling her ass wildly… God, thought Alex to himself, she needs something up her cunt!

The Chief of Police felt his rod stiffen at the thought of fucking Tulip. He grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive fingertips down over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and along his own prick. Then, he inserted one finger alongside his shaft into the warm wetness of her small mouth and felt her excited tongue wrap around it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her face, sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his brain. She began to moan and he said.

"You want something in that hot cunt of yours, baby? Speak up if you do. Hurry… I like the idea… you're hitting me good, now…"

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger. "Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job. She'd heard about what happened to girls who didn't give the Chief of Police what he wanted. Jim Sanders fired them immediately to start with!

Alex Cranston suddenly called an enormous German Shepherd who was lying peacefully in the corner of the room.

"Come on Rip, get her… fuck her, Rip. Now! Now!"

The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Tulip and sensing him she raised her buttocks high in excited passion. Immediately, the brute raised up on his hindlegs, mounting her with fore-paws wrapped about her full, undulating hips, his strong hind-quarters moving in close between her soft spread thighs, shoving forward his long tapered cock, while Tulip quickly plunged one hand down between her legs to guide the stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her voraciously quivering slit. Furiously, the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist, pink pussy open wider and wider with every jolting plunge.

"Unh… unh… mmmmmm!" Tulip moaned, the vibrations generating from her throat into Alex's loins like a telegraphed message.

Christ! he thought to himself, she's really hot tonight. The passionate Chief of Police shoved his loins up higher into Tulip's face now, watching as her lips contorted around his cock as she sucked it wantonly, while his dog Rip fucked into her with his growing, long animal rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.

He looked down at her lust-twisted face now, his fingertips lightly touching her mouth and his shaft and he relished the look of his hard shaft of flesh completely absorbed between her beautifully ovaled lips. He watched as she massaged the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked its husky base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted as her head bobbed up and down madly on his cock, her buttocks gyrating in circles as Rip relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling cock into her with violent machine-like thrusts.

The whorish little slut, he thought to himself… how she likes that dog's mighty prick thundering up into her… but it was that first time that he, himself, liked best… the way they'd cringe and beg in shame, their damned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their flinching holes… giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else could. And momentarily, that thought inspired another… when was he going to get his hands on that new broad… Desiree somebody or other, he didn't know her full name but her body was already driving him out of his mind. He'd talked to Jim about her and he had promised him that she would be his… still, it hadn't happened yet and he was anxious! And suddenly, for a moment, he imagined that Tulip was Desiree and that thought sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.

Tulip sensed the Chief of Police's throbbing reactions and began to suck at his ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting nosh, leaving tiny white trails where they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy with just his cock in her mouth and Rip's magnificent prick pounding into her seething vagina.

The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and again, the beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel. The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft, white body to the core of her very soul.

She slipped her hands beneath Alex's tense buttocks, cupping them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter into her face. Her tongue wiped around and around the swollen glans furiously, until the Chief of Police felt it pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all of his rigid shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.

The Chief of Police wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on as if his cock was some sort of idol of adoration to her. He thought of Desiree now and all of the lewd things he intended to subject her to. He thought of himself and he imagined the tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a worshipper flipping into a religious spasm. The muscles of his middle-aged stomach tightened until he was sure they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up out of the chair, shoving even further between the moistness of her full lips.

Tulip sucked and licked excitedly at the Chief of Police's cock… she knew that he would cum soon, she could tell from the way he was beginning to writhe under her salacious ministrations.

Alex heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going to cum! He writhed his hips furiously and saw her lovely face working, the lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body straining…! Now! NOW!

"Suck it, you cunt! I'm cumming!" he choked gutturally at her. "Suck it hard! Hard!"

He felt his needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into her receptive throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily sucking on and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down onto his prick.

Tulip thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded cock buffeting into her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked chokingly at Alex's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of her asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush buttocks flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her unleashed in the moment she had been waiting for.

Alex gasped at the sight of Tulip's white rounded buttocks contracting uncontrollably, indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly, and he increased his tempo as the final spurts of his cum spewed into her hungry mouth. Christ! She was something else… she was the best this girl, the best. As he felt his cock deflating he looked down with pride at the still nibbling girl… God! She was the best!

"That was the greatest baby," he grinned at Tulip as she sat at his feet staring up at him as if he were God! "Now you'd better clean up and get back to work, don't want old Jim saying I kept you too long."

"I can always stay as long as you want me, you know that Alex," Tulip smiled shyly at the man who was old enough to be her father and in many ways was like the father that she never had.

"Sure, baby, sure. That's it for now though honey, I'm tired today, had a busy load this whole week. Oh baby, send Saunders in to me, will you!"

With that Tulip knew that the Chief of Police had finished with her, it was always this way. She would come, give him exactly what he wanted and then he would ask her to stay longer with him, just to be with him, but he never did. He didn't ever ask any of the other girls to stay any longer either, it was just his way and he asked for her, Tulip, more than he asked for anyone else and she liked that. She liked to be his favorite girl, it made her feel special… very special. After all, it wasn't everyday that the Chief of Police asked you to suck his cock!

***

"Anything wrong Chief?" Jim Saunders asked nervously, he always called his old friend Chief instead of Alex, he didn't know why but he did.

"Hi Jim, no, nothing's wrong really. I'm just hot as hell for that Desiree broad. Haven't you primed her for me yet?"

"I'm working on it Chief. Seems she and that punk Holden have the hots for each other. Don't know how willing she'll be, she's an independent type that girl."

"Fuck… don't tell me that punk got to her before I did. I've got to have her, do you hear me Jim. I'VE GOT TO HAVE HER! I want to see her, tonight or tomorrow, but I've got to see her."

"Okay Chief, I'll do my best," Jim Saunders said anxiously, not wanting to get on the wrong side of the chiefs temper… he knew better than that!

CHAPTER THREE

Despite the fact that Mitch hadn't gotten all the way into her body, Desiree had been in seventh heaven all night long. She was so much in love with the young rock and roll musician that it showed. She didn't realize it either until Jim Saunders came up to her and asked her if she'd gotten fucked that night.

"Jim, really!" she answered, "I've never heard you speak that way before."