'Oh, shit… I'm cummin' on your tits!' he gasped.
Wendy looked down as the globs of white mucus splashed over her quivering flesh. The man's prick gushed and gushed and it was as though he had been saving his cum just for her.
Finally, the man sighed deeply. He looked down at the girl's cum-smeared tits and smiled. He lowered his head then and began licking his cum from her nipples. As he did, Wendy continued stroking her pussy. The sensation of his tongue lapping up the sticky cum sent electric chills through her body and she soon found herself on the brink of another orgasm.
'Ughhhhnnn… yes, God yes… that feels so good… lick them clean… lick all the cum off my tits… Oh, yessss!' she gasped and arched again as her fingers brought forth still another wave of pleasure to her lusting young body.
Finally, the deputy raised himself from the girl's writhing body. He stuffed his shrinking prick into his trousers and pulled her up into a sitting position. He sat behind the wheel, lit a cigarette and said gruffly, 'Get your clothes on – we ain't got all day!'
Wendy was crushed. She had expected a kiss at the very least, but the man's manner turned her off completely. She pulled on her clothes quickly, then slumped in the corner of the seat as the man started the engine.
'And you better keep your mouth shut to Paul… unless you want me telling him what you said about him and Stella!'
Wendy shook her head and replied, 'I haven't said anything!'
The deputy smiled, 'Who do you think he'll believe?'
The remainder of the trip was made in silence and Wendy felt apprehension building as they drew near the cabin. Both Paul and Stella were waiting on the veranda as the car pulled up and stopped, but the reception was nothing like she had expected.
Stella opened the car door and threw her arms around Wendy and told her, 'Baby! We've been so worried something had happened to you!'
Paul sighed deeply and helped her from the car, 'Yes, thank God you're okay, sweetheart!' Then he turned to the deputy and told him, 'Thanks for your help, Cuz… Hope it wasn't too much trouble for you.'
The deputy touched his brow and smiled, 'No trouble at all – I'll tell Uncle Jake everything's in order. He was kinda worried when you called last night.'
'Fine – tell him to come on up over the weekend. We'll do some casting and drink a little beer.'
The deputy cut his eyes to Wendy standing in the shelter of Stella's arm. 'That invitation good for me too? I mean, after all – I've barely gotten to know the young lady.'
Paul laughed, 'Sure – come on up. Wendy will be gad to get to know you and Uncle Jake!'
Wendy was numb as the couple led her into the lodge and the sheriffs car turned around in the clearing. As they got inside, Paul turned to Stella and told her, 'I'll take Wendy upstairs – we'll have our little talk now.'
As Paul closed the bedroom door and Wendy collapsed on the side of the bed, he lit a cigarette and looked down at her. 'That was damn foolish, you know… you could have gotten lost, out in those woods.'
Wendy felt emotion well up in her chest; she simply nodded, for Paul's caring tone was hardly what she had expected.
'Okay, both Stella and I know why you took off – it's no big thing,' he smiled. 'We're not even angry with you, Wendy.'
Wendy sniffed and looked up. 'You… you're not?'
He shook his head and sat beside her on the bed. As he pulled her to him, the girl broke down and sobbed deeply. He comforted her until her tears had stopped, then he told her, 'You can't go back, sweetheart… how do you think your folks would feel if they knew everything you've done?' He paused, then continued, 'It's a lot kinder just to let them wonder right now. Soon, perhaps, you can write them a letter and I'll have it mailed from New York – you can invent some story that will ease their worry… okay?'
Wendy looked up at the man. She knew he was right – the eighteen-year-old girl who had been gone from home less than a week was – gone forever. In her place was a lusting young female with too many new desires to be fulfilled. She nodded her head slowly, then told Paul, 'I… I won't run off again, Paul – I promise. Please don't call Clarence… please!'
Paul hugged her and laughed. 'No chance… I told you I was gonna keep you for myself… I wouldn't be surprised if Stella and I decided to adopt you and just move you into our room!'
Wendy felt her body filled with emotion – this man was sincere in what he was saying and nothing would negate that. She felt suddenly warm and secure in his arms. Lifting her face to his, she smiled weakly and whispered, 'Kiss me, Paul… just kiss me and hold me.'
Paul smiled. He kissed the pretty blonde teenager and as their tongues met, he knew he had won another convert. And he almost chuckled out loud as he felt her hand groping for his prick as they shared a kiss.
Pulling away, Paul told her, 'You get to bed, young lady. There'll be time enough for that after you've rested!'
A week passed, and then a month. Wendy was moved into the master bedroom with Paul and Stella. At first, she felt the envy of Trudy and Ruby, but that too, passed and the family seemed complete. Several times a week, the group would meet in the basement and Paul would shoot one of his movies to be mailed off to New York. Wendy had no idea how much money Paul made from the enterprise, but they all seemed comfortable enough.
Then, an exciting thing happened. Gregor phoned one night to inform Paul that he had filled that 'special order'. A surge of excitement went through the lodge as the family awaited the arrival of its newest member. Trudy, Ruby and Wendy engaged in open speculation as to what the 'special order' might be.
Paul and Stella laughed but refused to let them know, and finally Gino cast his guess, 'I'll bet Gregor's bringing a pair of twins… that'd make a damn good movie!'
The others laughed, but Paul remained silent and glanced at Buck, who winked back and smiled as they tried to outguess each other.
It was nearly dark when they heard Gregor's car pull up outside. Paul raised an eyebrow – it wasn't like Gregor to operate in broad daylight, but he knew that the man knew his business well.
As they all, crowded to the door to see the new arrival, Paul warned them, 'The new guest will only be staying the night. So stay on guard, no one is to use another person's name… everyone understand?'
The girls exchanged curious glances and Buck whispered something to Gino. Paul threw open the door and stepped onto the veranda. Wendy's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the man open the passenger's door and reach in for the person there.
'Jesus!' Gino muttered as the person was pulled struggling from the car.
Trudy squeezed Wendy's hand and both of them looked at Ruby as the girl blinked and said, 'Wow… a nun… a real live nun!'
'Sister Susan…' Gregor said and bowed as he displayed the struggling woman. Her hands were bound behind her and she wore both gag and blindfold; Paul looked upon her appraisingly and smiled as he saw the firm mold of her breasts beneath the dark habit she was wearing.
Paul nodded and told the others in a low voice, 'Everyone downstairs – you're all going to get in on this one!'
Immediately, the girls turned and walked quickly to the cellar door. Buck was standing there grinning and he patted Wendy on the ass as she passed. 'This is gonna be a hot one, little lady!'
Wendy felt excitement in her stomach as they went down the steep steps to the basement. Gino turned on the lights and they all gasped as they saw the set Buck had erected. It looked like a medieval torture chamber complete with stone walls and a mock rack.
Stella helped the girls into their costumes, then took charge of the struggling woman and watched as Buck dressed in tight black pants and a hood to match. He oiled his thick black chest and arms and completed the costume with wide bronze bracelets that fit about his biceps.
Wendy surveyed her own costume. It was simple but appropriate, with a long flowing skirt opened to the waist and a laced bodice that displayed her firm young breasts. Both Ruby and Trudy were dressed in similar costumes and they watched as Gino dressed almost identical to Buck, donned a hood, then handed each of the girls a narrow black mask to wear.
