'That fucking album is part, but not all of the problem, tiger. The way she feels about her father goes much deeper than that. Blame it on Pola. Adam did some asking and nosing around while he was in Detroit. It was sad violins all the way. Love and kindness isn't something the little bird received from her mother. She's been through the meat grinder.'
'How?'
'During the last few years of Pola's life, Melanie peddled her pussy for money to make the rent and support mama's heroin habit. Busted and fined for making like a whore an even dozen times, and hanging the blame on her father for
the whole fucking thing. So how do you talk to a kid like that?' She smiled suddenly. 'Besides, she didn't give him the opportunity to level with her once they reached his hotel room. According to Adam, she practically raped him.'
'Hot to trot with the old man, was she?' Ellery swallowed his drink in a single gulp and bared his teeth in a mirthless grin. 'Sounds like the little doll has a lot of her mother in her.'
Angel made a face. 'And this late in the morning, probably a few inches of her daddy, too.'
'Which isn't a bad way to cement relations,' Ellen said. 'But what the fuck do you think will come down between those two when Melanie finds out that the man she hates and the man who's been pouring the prick to her for the past week is the same person-her father?'
'If she's stronger than her mother, nothing.'
'And if she isn't?'
Angel's tits lifted from the bar top as she straightened and said softly, 'Good question, tiger. Let's just hope and pray that it doesn't reach the paint tonight where Adam has to come up with the fucking answer.'
CHAPTER TWO
Melanie Barker's bra-covered nipples made hard contact with the silk bedsheet as she stretched out on her belly to once more study the wild picture album she and her new friend Adam Hawk had removed from a Detroit bank safety deposit box a few hours after her mother's funeral. The highly erotic photographs were professional in every respect. Action shots that left nothing to the viewer's imagination. A Tijuana Bible in which her late mother had delivered various sermons on how to mount.
The first torrid action snap showed her mother all decked out in snow-white drum majorette boots, matching leather vest and a cowgirl hat-nothing more. Even Pola's Egyptian scarab locket was missing in the photo. A long- nippled breast was exposed and her dark triangular patch
of cunt hair looked suspiciously wet, telling the midnight-haired girl that the picture had been take after the handsome man kneeling before Pola had gobbled the juice from her beautiful pussy.
The sharp knife of excitement sliced through the eighteen-year-old girl as she envisioned the handsome man's long and horny tongue doing its savage squirm inside of Pola's tight and juicy cunt to pull the salty-sweet cream out of it, and a moment later her own snatch began to moisten and twitch in want of a good sucking or a good fucking, causing her to forget for the time being how much she hated the father she had never known for putting her mother through the paces in front of his hungry camera.
'My aching cunt!' Melanie muttered harshly as she rubbed her big firm tits over the silk bedsheet. 'By the time I get to those shots of Pola doing the dildo and cunt lapping numbers with Lisa Lake and Angel Young, I'll be ripe to play every game in this dirty picture book, and maybe invent a few new ones.' She made a face and continued the rap session she was having with herself. 'I wish to hell Adam Hawk would get here, like real fast. Christ, I'm so fucking hot right now I could straddle a green banana and give myself a beautiful come.'
Thinking about the man who had brought her to Florida, and applying friction at the same time caused Melanie's coral nipples to tinge and
stiffen. She stopped rubbing her huge, hard breasts over the silk bedsheet and continued thumbing through the album while she waited for Adam Hawk to arrive- and cool her burning cunt with a cock massage. Adam knew how. A real cocksmith, that dude. During this one week she had known Adam, his prick had rocked her through more beautiful comes than any of the dozen other men she had known could have given her in such a short time.
Her pussy kept creaming and tlinging as she tried to crowd Adam Hawk out of her thoughts by concentrating on the album again. The second picture showed her mother on a white polar bear rug, naked except for the Egyptian scarab locket she had constantly worn around her slender throat. Pola was reclining on her right hip. She wasn't alone in this scene, either. The handsome man in the previous shot was stretched out behind her with his enormous cock crammed nearly all the way up her asshole.
Pola appeared to have enjoyed the vicious ass fucking the handsome man Adam had identified as Ellery Dane was giving her, for in the picture Melanie could see that Pola's face was a twisted mask of lust, and her long dark nipples were sticking out like a stiff baby, cocks in need of blow-jobs. Knowing her mother as she did, this was not surprising for Pola had always seemed to enjoy any bizarre number jocks had paid to do on her exquisite body with their hard. and
dripping pricks.
Melanie stared in fascination and wondered if it hurt to have a stiff cock shoved up the ass, especially one as huge as Pola had jammed up hers. A frown wrinkled her brow. She had been fucked in the cunt and she had sucked the come out of a lot of dicks, so perhaps it was time she found out how it felt to get the shit reamed out of her. She sighed. Maybe she would let Adam Hawk cop the cherry on her tight little asshole. It was something to think about.
She shivered and turned the page far a look at Pola in black mesh stockings and black bikini panties. Pola's full and pointed tits were naked and she held them cupped in the palms of her hands, and extended toward the sinning lens as though in offering. Another pair of hands were reaching out to accept the offering of her long-nippled tits. The man attached to them was Nick Ambrose. Melanie shuddered again and suddenly wished these beautiful hands were reaching for her big tits. Damn, they were really something, those grabbing hands of Nick's. She studied them carefully, and the longer she looked, the hotter she got. She envisioned one of those thick fingers snaking in and out of her cunt, and her excitement mounted. A pained expression scooted across her beautiful face. Damn, she was ready to come in her panties just from looking at a pair of fucking hands!
Melanie felt her pussy lips chewing at the wet crotch of her panties as her midnight-black eyes shifted to the opposite page. Here she found Pola attired in a slave girl costume straight from the pages of the Arabian Nights. Pola was standing with her shapely legs slightly parted, hands on hips, the latter accentuated by the smoke-thin veils that flowed from them to her braceleted ankles. The gossamer veils concealed nothing, for the camera had captured the outline of her full thighs and the generous triangular patch of cunt hair. Pola wore a dark jewel in her navel, and Melanie imagined the gem winking coyly at the huge black dog that rested at her feet, his great head lifted upward and tongue dangling, his stiff canine prick showing. Had she fucked the big mutt or allowed it to lick the salty-sweet come from her cunt with that extremely long tongue that was hanging from its open mouth? Probably. Mother had been willing to try anything once, if the price was right.
Melanie's agitated cuntlips continued to chew on the soggy crotch of her panties as her eyes moved to another snapshot. This one showed Pola in top hat and tails. No shirt, no pants, legs scissored, steepled. She lay on her back, the lips of her busy pussy showing wet and inviting, but not in use. She was doing her thing with Ellen Dane again, and in this scene the handsome man was straddling her big tits while he fucked her in the mouth with his colossal cock.
'Next to using the whip, letting a trick fuck my lips is what I like best,' Pola had once told her. 'Hot cum hitting and splashing all over the inside of my mouth makes my pussy cream like crazy.
Melanie shuddered her way through a mild come as she flipped the page to another picture that showed Pola in pirate boots, black leather briefs and matching leather halter, holding the one object that turned her on best of all, a blacksnake whip. Nick Ambrose was in this scene with her, and this time be was tied to a post. He was naked, his lipstick-smeared cock limp and dangling between his legs like a hunk of wet rope. He looked scared shitless. Melanie concluded that Nick had good reason to be tight-assed, for she knew that Pola had sometimes gotten carried away with that fucking whip of hers. She still remembered the one time she had caught Pola using it on a
