"Dirty little girl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Todd Ray)

CHAPTER FIVE

"What'll I do? What'll I do?" she sobbed to the attendant. "I don't even have a penny to my name."

Taking her by the arm, he led her into the small cafe that his wife operated adjacent to the service station.

"Dora," he said to his wife, "fix this little girl up with some breakfast. Some dude's taken her money and left her stranded here."

Turning to the girl, he asked, "Where was you goin', young lady?"

"I was on my way Reno to visit my aunt," the girl lied.

"Well, honey," he smiled encouragingly, "that's only a few hundred miles from here. You just sit down and have a good breakfast, and if someone stops in my station on their way to Reno, I'll see if I can git a ride for you."

"Thank you," she sobbed.

"Now dry your eyes," smiled his wife. "There ain't nothing so bad that it couldn't be worse."

All morning long, Libby sat by the cafe window watching traffic pass along the highway. Very few stopped at the service station, and those who did were local people, not travelers bound for Reno.

Late that afternoon a large black limousine pulled in by the gas pump. She could see the attendant talking to the occupants when he had finished serving them.

"Libby," he called to the girl, "these folks're going to Reno, and they say they'd be happy to give you a lift."

When Libby approached the car, the man stepped out and smilingly opened the rear door for her. Libby liked him immediately. He was in his middle forties with dark hair sprinkled with gray, and he had the warmest, gentlest brown eyes she had ever seen. The woman with him was in her early thirties with short blonde hair cut in a shag.

Thanking the attendant, Libby sank into the luxuriously cushioned seats of the limousine as it moved majestically out onto the highway.

"The gentleman at the service station told us that some man stole your money and left you stranded," the woman said, turning to look at Libby.

"He was a dirty, rotten bastard," answered the girl in a hushed voice.

"Well, dear, you won't have to worry any more," the woman said softly.

Libby liked her, too. They seemed to be the kindest-looking people she had ever met in her life.

"So you're going to visit your aunt in Reno?" continued the lady.

"Not really," sighed Libby, feeling she could trust these people. "I'm runnin' away."

"Oh, that sounds exciting," the woman smiled in a warm enthusiastic voice. "Tell us all about it."

The dam suddenly burst around Libby's pent-up emotions. Sobbing hysterically, she poured out the whole sordid story to the two understanding people in the front seat.

"You poor child," whispered the woman in a soft sympathetic voice.

"And that fuckin' bastard stole all my savings," continued the hysterical child.

"Now, now," the woman smiled tenderly. "You just stop worrying and we'll get you all straightened out."

Later that evening when they were having dinner and Libby had gone to the restroom, the woman smiled at her husband. "It looks like we've found a winner this time."

"God, yes," he laughed. "And this one won't run away when she thinks she's wanted for murder."

"When we get the little slut washed up and into some decent, clothes, she could be quite attractive," she mused.

"With her previous experience and our training, we can really turn that little cunt into something fantastic," he said enthusiastically.

"You folks have been so kind to me," smiled Libby when she rejoined them at the table.

"Honey," smiled the woman, "would you like to live with us for a while?"

"Gosh," Libby gasped. "I don't expect you to do nothin' like that. You've already done plenty for me."

"But you don't have any place to go," the woman smiled gently.

"But I just couldn't be such a bother to you," sighed Libby.

"We'd love to have you as part of our family," the woman continued. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Gee, yes," replied the girl.

"All right," beamed the woman. "We're your new aunt and uncle."

"Really?" Libby gasped.

"Yes, really," was the reply. "This is your Uncle Luke, and I'm your Aunt Helena."

"Hi, Uncle Luke and Aunt Helena," giggled Libby. "I've never had an aunt and uncle before."

"Well, you have now," smiled Uncle Luke.

It was not until the next afternoon that they reached the San Francisco Bay Bridge. Libby stared in disbelief at the jewel like buildings and skyscrapers that seemed to be reaching up out of the clear blue waters of the bay. From the bridge they were crossing, ships looked like toys moving across the water below them.

Exiting from the bridge in San Francisco, Uncle Luke turned the car south, heading down the peninsula. Leaving the city behind, they moved slowly through the traffic toward the suburban area. Turning off the main highway, they were soon in a beautiful wooded area with gracious mansions gracing the landscape. They were now moving through hills, green with pines and gnarled, twisted cypress trees. Making one last turn, Uncle Luke guided the car into a narrow straight lane that led to what looked like a huge castle perched on top of a mountain. The windows reflected the late afternoon sunlight like colored flames against the dark, brooding stone of the imposing building.

Luke stopped the car in front of a gate in the high walls that surrounded the massive structure. An elderly man came out, and, after bowing low to Uncle Luke, he opened the gate. Looking up as they drove through, Libby noticed a sign that read: THE TEMPLE OF VALHALLA.

"What is the Temple of Valhalla?" she asked.

"This is your new home," smiled Aunt Helena. "Uncle Luke is the High Priest and I am the High Priestess of Valhalla."

Libby was not prepared for what she saw when they entered the building. The grandeur of the entrance hall was like a page out of the Arabian Nights. Deeply carpeted floors, giant pillars, red and gold tapestries, and large, satin-covered lounges covered the spacious room. The centerpiece was a huge bronze statue of a man with a massive cock partly embedded into a frightened young girl.

"Isn't that a beautiful statue?" smiled Aunt Helena.

"I-I guess so," Libby stammered.

"It is a statue of what life is all about," continued the woman. "The glories of life are passion and lust."

"I don't understand," the girl mused.

"Well, let me explain it this way," her new aunt continued. "You just murdered a man, and out there you are an evil murderess, and if they ever caught you, you could be hanged. Yet, here in the safety of the Temple of Valhalla you will be revered for your evilness. It is written in the prophesies of our religion that someday, a young girl will come to us, her hands dripping with human blood, and take her rightful place with us as Princess Aphrodisia. Today that revelation has happened. You, my child, are the long-awaited Aphrodisia, the true Princess of Evil and Lust."

They were interrupted by a heavy-set, middle aged woman who entered the room, kneeling in front of Helena.

"Welcome, home, High Priestess," she whispered in an awed voice.

"Thank you, Katrina," Helena smiled.

Rising, the woman stared curiously at little Libby.

"This is Princess Aphrodisia," the girl's new aunt continued. "Please bathe and prepare her and then have her brought to our quarters."

"You mean," gasped Katrina, "the real Princess Aphrodisia?"

"Yes," replied Helena.

Libby followed the woman down a long corridor and up a flight of wide carpeted stairs. They entered a huge room all decorated in pink and white with a huge canopied bed on an elevated dais. Opening the door they entered a beautifully ornate bathroom with a large sunken tile bath.

When Katrina had drawn the water and added aromatic oils and perfumes, she asked Libby to disrobe. When the girl had obeyed, the older woman helped her into the bath.

Libby settled back in the soft, warm suds and let Katrina take over. There was something about the way the woman practically caressed her with the lather that bothered the girl.

"It's so exciting to wash someone as evil as you are," sighed the woman was her fingers worked the soapy suds lightly over Libby's lush full tits and hard erect nipples. Libby also felt that Katrina spent far too much time soaping her genitals, but she didn't say anything.

At last the bath was finished and the girl was wrapped luxuriously in a big soft towel while Katrina brushed her hair. The last thing the woman did was to remove the towel and dust Libby's lovely young body with a delicately perfumed powder.

At the woman's request, Libby slipped into a white silk button less gown that tied around her with a black velvet sash. When the girl was ready to be presented, Katrina led her upstairs to the High Priest and Priestess' quarters.

When the girl entered, she was shocked to see Uncle Luke and Aunt Helena spread out nude on a huge satin-covered bed.

"Did you have a nice bath?" Helena smiled pleasantly to the girl.

"Yes, Aunt Helena," she replied.

"You look lovely," the woman continued. "Now please remove your gown and join us."

"But-but, Aunt Helena," she stammered, looking over at her uncle.

"It's perfectly all right, dear," Helena smiled. "Uncle Luke is full of lust, and that is a good sign of evil."

Libby quietly disrobed, and, facing the couple, she noticed Uncle Luke's flaccid cock begin to stir against his leg.

"Come here and lie down, dear," smiled Helena, "so we can all learn to know each other better."

Not wanting to offend, Libby nervously lay down between the couple. She was startled when Helena reached over and cupped the girl's firm boob in her hand. Libby couldn't understand why a woman would want to touch another woman's tit, yet the gentle feel of the soft fingers against her nipples was rather pleasant. Slowly, Helena bent down and covered the girl's other nipple with her hot, wet mouth. Libby closed her eyes, loving the delicious feeling of Helena's tongue flicking wetly against her now erect bud. Without warning, the High Priestess quickly moved down and buried her excited hot mouth in Libby's perfume-scented little cunt.

"Oh, God!" she gasped in delight at the feel of the woman's tongue moving sensuously around her sensitive clitoris.

When Libby glanced down and saw her Uncle Luke's big excited cock standing up between his legs, she reached over and gently grasped the rod in her hand. She felt a tremor of pleasure surge through his body.

Libby began lurching in ecstasy at the feel of Helena's hot tongue and lips frantically licking and sucking on her soft, juicy pussy.

"Oooohhh!" she squealed softly, unconsciously stroking Luke's throbbing dick.

Her shuddering little body was aflame with passions induced by the woman's madly whirling tongue. She could feel herself rapidly rising toward an orgasm as Helena's talented mouth carried her higher and higher on a tidal wave of ecstasy.

"Suck, Aunt Helena, suck!" she squealed with unrestrained delight. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, Christ, suck! Suck! SUCK!"

Her words trailed off into unintelligible sounds as the screaming orgasm engulfed her. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Aunt Helena juice-smeared face smiling down at her.

"You're really a hot little fox," Helena giggled. "You're sure going to be one hell of a Princess of Lust."

Suddenly aware that she was still grasping Luke's big erect prick, the girl quickly released it.

"That's all right, honey," smiled Helena. "Hang onto it. I'm going to sleep in my own room tonight, and I'd like you to stay here with your Uncle Luke."

Quickly bending down and passionately kissing Libby with her hot open mouth, Helena got up and quietly left the room.

Gently stroking her new-found uncle's big hard dick, Libby and the man lay quietly on their backs for several minutes.

"Do you like it here at the Temple?" he asked finally breaking the silence.

"It's kinda strange," she giggled softly.

"Do you like us?" he asked.

"Oh, gee, yes," she whispered excitedly. "You're both just super. I just don't know how I can ever thank you enough."

Her young body filled with gratitude, Libby quickly moved down and covered his big throbbing knob with her hot mouth.

Luke trembled at the feel of her lips and tongue working deliciously on his sensitive cockhead. He began lurching frantically as the girl slurped and sucked up and down the entire length of his spit-drenched prick while her delicate little finger teased deliciously around the sensitive ring of his asshole.

"Oh God, Libby," he moaned with uncontrolled pleasure.

"Do you like that?" she whispered playfully between sucks. "Does Uncle Luke like little Libby's tongue bath?"

"Oh, Christ!" he almost screamed as she slipped her finger up into his quivering bung.

When she felt him rapidly approaching an orgasm, she withdrew her finger from his ass, and, removing her mouth from his cock, covered his open lips with a hot, tongue-sucking kiss.

"Take it easy, Uncle Luke," she whispered gently to the trembling man. "We got all night, and I'm gonna give you the best damned fuck you've ever had."

"Oh, God!" he gasped, turning Libby onto her back and crawling up between her open legs.

Reaching down, she took his rock-hard cock and slowly guided it up toward her eager, juicy, pussy. A shiver of ecstasy rippled through her cunt when she felt his big blood-bloated knob brush against her soft naked thigh. Up and up she guided the hard pole of meat until she felt it probing deliciously against her hot, juicy cuntlips. Her little body quivered in wild anticipation when she felt his knob slip sensually through her juice-slickened gash.

"Oh, God, Uncle Luke," she whispered at the feel of his cock stretching the sensitive tissues of her grasping cunt walls.

Deeper and deeper the bone-hard shaft moved into the warm, eager depths of her quivering cunt.

Feeling his big hairy balls nestled against the soft cheeks of her ass, Libby knew that she had been fully penetrated, yet she grasped his naked body, trying to pull his dick farther into her horny snatch.

"Oh, God, that feels good," she whispered, frying to screw her cunt up closer against him.

Slowly he began moving his big cock in and out of her oozing hole with long, gentle strokes. The feel of his hard prick rubbing deliciously against the sensitive nerve ends of her sucking cunt walls was driving Libby almost out of her mind.

"Uncle Luke," she whimpered under the man. "Oh, God, Uncle Luke! God, that feels good!"

He could feel her hot, erect nipples burning into his fingertips. Slowly he increased the tempo of his thrusts. The feel of his big cock slithering in and out of her fuck-hole was driving the girl wild with lust.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, feeling him drive his cock deeper and deeper into her inflamed little twat. "That's it, Uncle Luke. Faster, honey, faster! Oh, God, baby, fuck me good!"

By now the man was driving his raging cock savagely into her fuck-hungry cunt hole. The room was filled with the sounds of his juice-slickened cock slurping noisily in and out of her sucking, grasping slit. Faster and faster he pounded his dick into her sex-crazed body.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she screamed while frantically thrusting her hips up to meet every vicious stroke of his big fuck-stick. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Faster, honey, faster! Fuck me good, honey! Fuuucckkk meee!!"

Their two lust-crazed bodies continued pounding viciously against each other.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she squealed to the rhythm of his brutal strokes. Luke's cock suddenly exploded a hot stream of jizz into her hungry fuck-hole as she reached her frantic, screaming orgasm. At last, the man collapsed over the girl's quivering body.

"Oh, God, Uncle Luke," she whispered when her orgasm had subsided. "That was one of the neatest fucks I've ever had."

"You're some little sexpot yourself," he smiled down at her as she covered his lips with her soft, open mouth.

"Gee, Uncle Luke," she giggled, "I'm sure gonna like it here. You really know how to fuck."

"You really enjoy fucking, don't you?" he smiled.

"Shit, yes," was her reply. "I'd fuck all day long if I could."

"Well," Luke continued in a serious voice, "as Princess Aphrodisia, you'll get all the screwing you want."

"That's neat," she smiled. "I think I'll enjoy bein' the Princess of Evil."

"I think you will," was his calm reply.