Beyond Smut and Evil

Beyond Smut and Evil

-

Livres

Description

Valerie Gray's fans know there are three themes her fiction focuses on: lesbian BDSM, humility and exhibitionism, and the sexual adventures of young girls with their fathers and uncles. In this comprehensive reader, the best of Valerie Gray is presented with works that cover her best topics, from excerpts of her novels and reprints of her stories from various anthologies, magazines, and collections. Beyond Smut and Evil shows why Valerie Gray is one of the hottest erotic writers out there.


Sujets

Informations

Publié par
Date de parution 07 janvier 2013
Nombre de lectures 40
EAN13 9781608727377
Licence : Tous droits réservés
Langue English

Informations légales : prix de location à la page €. Cette information est donnée uniquement à titre indicatif conformément à la législation en vigueur.

Signaler un problème
img

Beyond Smut and Evil: A Valerie Gray Reader

Valerie Gray

This page copyright © 2009 Olympia Press.

http://www.olympiapress.com


Excerpts from Novels

from Aimee & Chloe

from The Naughty Daughter

From Abnormal Norma

From A Warm Wet Kiss in the House of Incest

Mutt

His Plan

Michelle

Shame Game

Recognition

Wedding Game

Cheerleader in a Motel Room

Little Tease, Please, on Her Knees


 

 

Selections by

Valerie Gray

 

 

 

 

Excerpts from Novels

 

 

 

 

 

 

from Aimee & Chloe

 

Chloe discovered early in life what she was good at: sucking cock—she had a passion and talent for the act and this is what led her down the road to taboo, forbidden love, and a different way of looking at the world and men. She was born in 1960 to a married couple in college—Henry and Ilene. Henry was twenty and Ilene was nineteen and they were too young to be married, too young to be parents, probably too young to be taking college seriously. One day, when Chloe was ten, her father disappeared; her mother said that Daddy went to live somewhere else and Mommy and Daddy were no longer married. Chloe didn't quite understand this, although she probably should have—the toll would be a young cynicism. She greatly missed her Daddy and cried a lot about him. Later, her only contact with him were birthday cards with money, Christmas gifts, and the occasional phone call, until she was fifteen. In the meantime—“Are you being good?” he would say. “Are you staying out of trouble?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she would say, her heart hollow.

Chloe started sucking cock when she was thirteen. It first happened at a Halloween party where there were a bunch of kids, some booze, and some pills. It was 1973. There was a very cute older boy at the party, he was the brother of someone; he was seventeen and had long brown hair and a thin body and all the girls had crushes on him. Names were drawn from a coffee can to see who would give this boy a blowjob. Chloe was chosen. This was a variation on spin the bottle. Chloe had never given a blowjob but neither had most of the girls there, whose ages ranged from nine to sixteen. The girl who was sixteen had given a few blowjobs in her day, so she whispered to Chloe, “Watch your teeth or you'll hurt him, don't gag, use one of your hands, use a lot of spit, and if you don't like the taste of his cum spit it out, or if you like it go ahead and swallow it. Guys love it when you swallow.” This all happened in the basement, the lights low, all the other girls standing in the corners watching. They all wanted to be Chloe, they wanted the cute boy's dick in their mouth. The cute boy sat on a couch, his jeans down to his ankles. He held his penis in his hand like it was the grand prize, and in a way it was. It looked big, and when Chloe got close to it, it was very big. “Get on your knees,” the boy said, “get on your knees and blow me.” She did as she was told—she watched her teeth, she used her hand, she used spit. The boy pressed on her head and made his cock go deeper. She didn't gag like she thought she might. She found she enjoyed this. Her vagina was wet. She really liked his hand on her head and her face in his musty crotch. She liked how he breathed hard, and moaned, because she was giving him pleasure, and she had a certain control she'd never known before. She could do something that would make boys want to have her. The other girls cheered her on: “Suck it, Chloe, suck it!” The boy's body shook and he shot his semen into her mouth. It wasn't so bad so she swallowed it but it left a sticky, bitter aftertaste that didn't go away for days, or so she thought. Anyway, she stood up, feeling triumphant. The boy looked sheepish and he said, “That was pretty good.”

The next cock she sucked was one of the many boyfriends her mother had. They always appeared and disappeared like channels on the TV and Chloe could never keep their names straight. This particular boyfriend was in his forties; he came by to get Ilene but Ilene wasn't there (she was at work, or with another man). Chloe wound up giving the man a blow-job. She wasn't quite sure how it happened, it just happened. The man wanted to fuck her but she said she wasn't ready for that, she said she was a virgin, so she sucked him off a second time. She never saw him again, but she would, over the next two years, suck and fuck a few other boyfriends her mother discarded. She would also suck the cocks of her girlfriend's fathers and she imagined that these fathers were not good fathers for doing this with her, but what did she care. Sometimes she imagined she was sucking her own father's cock and that would make her cum.

She lost her virginity after Christmas. There was a party down at the lake. She drank a lot and took a pill that made her body feel like Jell-O; she was drinking vodka with three boys she didn't know, they were from a high school fifty miles away. The three boys wanted her to “pull a train.” She informed them that she was a virgin but she would suck the three of them off. She said: “I'll drain your balls, six balls in all.” The boys laughed. One said: “Time to pop that cherry.” They held her down on the ground and she lost her virginity to the three boys. She didn't struggle much since she was so drunk and dizzy and it didn't hurt, she wasn't quite sure what was happening. The boys left her there, naked from the waist down. She could not move. Chloe looked at the stars and laughed. So this is how it is. No romance, no big deal. It happened so fast. Someone said her name. It was the boy she gave the blowjob to at the Halloween party, and he was with a friend. They were concerned at first; she said she was okay, she giggled, and then a different look appeared on their faces. These two opportunistic fellows also had sex with her; this time she was more responsive and it actually felt kind of good. She still had a crush on the blowjob guy. They helped her up, found her pants, and drove her home. Her mother was awake. “Are you drunk?” her mother said. “Have you been taking drugs? Where have you been? It's three in the morning! You snuck out your window. I just don't know what to do with you! You have dirt all over you! What have you been doing? Have you been out acting like a tramp? I know a tramp when I see one!”

“You see one every time you look in the mirror,” Chloe said.

Chloe and her mother didn't get along at all.

Chloe proceeded to suck a lot of cock the next two years—boys at school, college guys, men she would cross paths with, construction workers who gave her $10 for a suck, a teacher or two at high school...

When she was a freshman, she was caught giving a senior a hummer in his bitchen Camero during lunch break. She was sent to the Vice Principal's office; she knew she was in trouble but didn't give a rat's ass.

That's what the VP told her anyway. “You're in a lot of trouble, young lady. You can't do that sort of thing in public. What would your parents say?”

She shrugged.

“Do they even know what kind of girl you are?”

She shrugged.

“Slut,” he said—his voice sounded disgusted, but he was smiling. “Whore,” he said, looking at her tits.

He sat behind his desk and looked her up and down—slowly. He was checking her entire body out now and she didn't mind. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a white blouse.

“Like what you see?” she asked softly.

He asked, “Do you like fellatio?”

“What?”

“Sucking cock.”

She grinned. “Some say I'm the best in the county.”

“Come over here and show me.”

She didn't know what to do, this wasn't what she expected.

“Come over here,” he said, an order. “You show me how good you are, and I won't report this to your parents or put it in your record.”

She went around his desk. He had his short, fat dick out of his gray trousers. The VP was in is early fifties, stocky with military buzz cut and crazy eyes. What was another dick? He had a muscular build and she liked that. She got on her knees and gave him the greatest blowjob she'd ever given anyone—she was determined to show him she was the best and then what would he do? He shot two enormous loads into her mouth and she could barely eat it all. “Clean it up,” he said, and she licked the rest of the semen off his balls and pubic hair.

The next day she got a call slip to see the VP. He closed his office door and said he wanted another blowjob. This went on for two weeks, every day. The VP told her that his colleagues thought he was tutoring her in math, something he really did for students falling back. It was the perfect ruse, and who would ever suspect what was really going on behind his closed door? She would spend forty-five minutes with him; after he shot his wad in her mouth he would play with her breasts or her ass and express how much he'd like to fuck her silly. “I can't wait to get inside you,” he'd say, and she let him know that any time he wanted this, he could have it.

One day he told her to meet him, when it was dark, at a certain street corner. She obeyed. He picked her up in his car. “We have to go to a room because I have a wife and kids at home,” he said. He took her to a little motel on the outskirts of town. She really didn't want to fuck him in such a strange and remote place but there didn't seem to be much of a choice. She would have preferred his office or here in the car but he said that was too risky, if they were caught it would be the end for both of them. So the motel it was. “We're here,” he said, “and I'm going to pump your vagina.” She liked him all right, he was a nice man, so she let him fuck her twice in three hours; and later that night she snuck out of the house and went to a party where she “pulled a train” with five guys, the whole time thinking of the VP and wondering if he would fall in love with her because she started to think she could love him and that was simply weird, so it was easier to forget about such things, get high and have sex with strangers.

After that, she would go to the motel with him once a week, and blow him at school two or three times a week. They did this for a year, before she left town; she started to cherish the encounters and that made Chloe both happy and sad. The VP said nice things to her and he always made sure she had a good orgasm. The last two months of this fling, the sex started to feel like making love, or what she thought making love was. He would say he loved her when his cock was inside her; but when they crossed paths at school, he didn't look at her; when they drove to the motel, they never talked. They didn't talk between sex, as she usually was sucking on his flaccid cock, trying to get it hard for the next round.

They did talk the first night they spent together like lovers spend time together. His wife and kids were out of town for a family function, they'd be gone for a week. The VP had come up with an excuse not to go; he wanted to be with Chloe. Chloe lied to her mother and said she was going to a slumber party. The VP fucked her in his bed, the bed he shared with his wife. Then he fucked her in his daughter's small bed with its loud squeaky springs. He wanted her to call him Daddy while he did it. She liked calling him Daddy.

“Do you sleep with your daughter?” she asked.

“No. No, but I would like to, someday.”

“How old is she?”

“Eleven. She's a looker. A slut in the making.”

“So fuck her.”

“One day I will. I'll pump that little pussy wide open.”

“Oh Daddy.”

“You ever fuck your Daddy?”

“I don't even know where he is.”

Chloe was a sophomore and fifteen when her mother caught her doing a very nasty thing with the current boyfriend: the man, in his thirties, was fucking Chloe in the ass. She'd never had anal sex before; she heard, from girls who'd done it that it hurt and it was dirty; but the current boyfriend, whom she'd been fooling around with for several weeks, begged her. He said, “Your Mom won't do it. Do something your Mom is scared to do.” Chloe asked him to stop but he wouldn't, so Chloe was moaning painfully and had tears in her eyes when Ilene caught them.

“You filthy whore!” Ilene said.

“He wouldn't stop,” Chloe said. “I asked him to stop.”

Ilene beat Chloe that night. It was not a nice thing to do. Ilene said she had enough with Chloe, this was crossing the line. She said Chloe was no longer welcome in the house.

 

Three days later Chloe had two suitcases and was on the train to her father's place several states away. Apparently Henry, the father she hadn't seen in five years, agreed to take her in. She would finish high school in his town. Everything was happening fast and it was confusing but for the most part Chloe was happy to be away from her mother and all her tempting boyfriends. She would miss her lovers but she knew there were many men in the world, there would always be men and boys who were willing to show her attention and give her sex.

Henry met her at the train station. She did remember his face, but he now had long hair and a beard. It was 1975 and the world was designed by disco, Gerald Ford, cocaine, and wild reckless fuck acts, so what happened next in her life was par for the course of the times. “Look at you,” he said, and hugged her. She felt funny hugging him back, and felt something wake up in her crotch that made her think: Uh-oh.

He had a house with three bedrooms; one was hers, one was his, and the other was a guest room. His guest, for the moment, was a tall man with a lot of tattoos named Steve.

“This your new girlfriend?” Steve asked, checking her out and rolling his eyes.

“This,” Henry said, not minding what his friend was doing, “is my daughter.”

“Get out of here.”

“I told you about my marriage.”

“Oh yes, the psycho-bitch.”

Chloe laughed at that.

“She and her mother,” Henry said, “well, they're not seeing eye-to-eye.”

“Your daughter,” Steve said, shaking his head and whistling.

“Yeah,” Henry said, “is this wild or what?”

“Well,” Steve said, “can she be my girlfriend?”

“Ask her,” Henry said.

Steve just smiled at her, and she smiled back.

That night, Steve crept into her room and said, “Wanna be my girlfriend for the night?”

“What if I say no?” she asked playfully.

“It doesn't matter,” Steve said. “Which way do you want it? We're going to fuck no matter what.”

“Come here, boyfriend,” she said.

“I just knew, when I saw you, I knew you were that kind of girl.”

“What kind?”

“Funny.”

They weren't quiet—the bed squeaked and Steve grunted and called her a cunthole and when he came he cried out, “OH FUCK YEAH.”

He asked if she liked cocaine. She said sure. They went to the guest room. He chopped up a few lines of coke and they both snorted the drug.

“You're pretty,” Steve said.

“Thank you.”

“You have a nice little cunthole on you.”

“Thanks.”

“You really Henry's kid, huh?”

“Seems so.”

“Or is he putting me on?”

“It's true.”

“Yeah? You into fucking Daddy?”

She didn't reply, she snorted a line. The coke made her feel awesome.

“Do you know what Daddy does for money?” he said.

“What?”

“This,” he pointed at the cocaine.

“Oh,” she said.

“You know what you should do? Go into his room and fuck him.”

She grinned and blushed. “Really.”

“I'm serious.”

“Why don't you fuck me again instead.”

“Yeah, I like that plan.” They fucked for a while and again they were loud and he called her a slutty fuckhole which she liked, she liked the dirty talk. They did more coke. “Hey, slut,” Steve said, “seriously, go walk into his room and fuck your Dad. I know Henry, he'd like it. He likes everything. He's the freest fucking soul I know, man.”

She thought about it, but went back to her room instead. She couldn't sleep and her heart raced because of the coke. She began to masturbate. Steve came in and ate her pussy out. “I have coke dick,” he said, but he put his mouth to her pussy and made her cum.

Steve left in the morning, going where he was going. Chloe had a scrambled egg breakfast with her father, wondering if he was going to yell at her and call her names like her mother did. He had to know what she was doing with Steve, they were so damn loud and sound carried in this house.

Her father said, “Listen, Chloe. This is how it is here. There are no rules here. This isn't your mother's house. I believe in true freedom, and humans need to be free. I believe in free love, I believe in good times, and I believe in happiness. You can do what you want here. I will never judge you. I want us to be friends. We could be best friends. We have a lot of time to make up. I still feel bad for leaving you.”

“So why did you?”

“What did your mom say?”

“That you ran away.”

“I went to prison for two years,” Henry said. “Your mom divorced me when I was inside.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

“I went to prison for dealing drugs.”

“Do you still deal?”

“Yes, it's how I make money. The stuff should be legal anyway, the government has no place telling us what we can and cannot put in our bodies. I'm being honest with you, Chloe—I sell pot and cocaine and I make good money. That's how I bought this house. I don't rent, sweetheart, I own. Listen: I'll always be honest with you, and I want you to be completely honest with me in turn. You can tell me anything, anything at all. I want us to be friends, best friends. Not of this contrived father-daughter bullshit. We'll be pals, okay?”

She quickly felt comfortable and good in her father's house. He truly was a free spirit and went against the grain of the establishment. If she wanted to drink, she could drink; if she wanted to smoke pot or snort coke, that was okay. She slept with two other “friends” of his—a lot of people came by to buy drugs. Steve would show up every other week, and Chloe would give him a blowjob or sleep in the guest room with him if he stayed. Still, she wondered if Henry really knew what she was up to. One morning, she overheard Steve and her father talking—

“So you're cool with me doing her?”

“It's her choice. She has fun, you have fun. I think it's great. She's exploring her sexuality, and you know I'm all for that.”

“So why aren't you doing her? And don't give me this incest taboo society-says-no crapola because I know you don't buy into any of it.”

“I don't know,” Henry said. “I don't know why I'm not sleeping with her. I suppose I should.”

“Do you want to?”

“Of course I want to.”

“Then what's holding you back?”

“I'm not exactly sure how I would approach her with this.”

“Be honest. That's what you always say.”

“I don't want to freak her out.”

“Look: I think she's waiting for you to fuck her.”

How true, Chloe thought.

It didn't happen until her second month there. Henry suggested they go get some pizza in town. Chloe decided to wear a very short white mini-skirt and a zebra-striped tank top. She didn't wear panties and discovered this made walking and sitting in the pizza joint awkward; the skirt was too short, so it rode up when she walked, or as she sat, flashing her pubic hair and ass crack. She kept tugging at the skirt. Henry seemed amused. When she went to the bathroom, she felt many eyes on her. What was she thinking? She just wanted Henry to notice, and he did, especially when they drove back. “You gave everyone quite a show,” he said. She sighed. “It's okay,” he said, “it's sexy to see exposed body parts. It should happen more often.” His hand was on her leg. “Pretty pussy.” His hand was between her legs, he had a finger in her. “You're wet.” He stopped the car, turned off the engine. “Relax,” he said. With his other hand, Henry put two fingers in her, then three. “I wonder if I could fist fuck you.” He moved his fingers in and out of her, his thumb at her clit. Her body started to shake. “That's it, Chloe, cum, cum on my hand, sweetheart,” and she did. He kissed her on the cheek and drove them home.

Chloe changed into a nightshirt. She needed to get high. She went to Henry's room and asked if could have a little pot.

“I'll roll a joint and we'll share it,” he said. “Go get a couple of beers, we need to talk about some things.”

She was nervous. She got the beers. Henry sat on the bed with the joint, lighting it. She sat next to him.

“You're okay about what we did in the car?”

She nodded.

“Good,” he said, and gave her the joint. “Why did you wear the skirt with no underwear?”

She shrugged.

“Come on, we're open and honest here.”

“I wanted you to see my stuff.”

“You should dress like that more often, I like it. Dress like a slut. I love the way sluts dress. I love the way sluts go about the world strutting their 'stuff.'”

She drank her beer.

“If your mother could only see us now,” he laughed. “She'd flip. The funny thing, when we first got married, she was the liberal one and I was a tight-ass. Now she's Ms. Corporate Office and I'm the crazed radical who's been thinking about having incest with his daughter.”

Her heart beat fast and she wanted to kiss him and do other things but she couldn't move, she was so nervous.

They drank beer, smoked pot, and he brought out some coke. Henry figured the drugs would loosen her up and get her to speak her mind, and it did. Chloe told him about her first blowjob, how she lost her virginity, all the men she had sex with, including Steve.

“Steve says you're a great fuck.”

Chloe went to the bathroom. She decided to take off her nightshirt and go nude. The coke made her do this. When Henry saw her, he said, “You have a nice body. I love your titties.”

“They're too small,” Chloe said.

“No, they're perfect, and I'm sure they're still growing.” He touched her hair. “The question is, should we have sex? There's one thing I love to do, honey, and that's shatter taboos. And just think what your mother would think and this!”

“She'd freak out.”

“She'd kill us.”

“I want to sleep with you,” Chloe said.

“Now we're being honest with each other.”

“I want to suck your cock first,” she said. “I'm very good at it and I want to show you how good.”

“Sounds like a start.” Henry took his pants off and laid down on the bed. Chloe leaned over him, her back to his face. His cock was long and pulsating. She took him in her mouth, deep-throated him, licked his balls, sucked hard. He came in her mouth, his body shaking.

He rubbed her shoulder. “Everything okay?”

She nodded, and smiled. “You're tasty.”

“It's good, you like to eat it.”

She said jokingly, “I'm a sperm-sucking slut.”

“You are a slut,” he said. “Only a slut would suck her Daddy's dick and like it. But I like sluts, sluts are the best kind of women. I'm very glad you're a slut, Chloe. Are you happy being a slut?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Are you Daddy's little slut?”

“I'm your slut, Daddy,” she said.

“I want to eat your slutty pussy now.”

He went down on her for almost an hour. He said he wanted her to have a lot of orgasms, and she had half a dozen, one right after the other. After finger-fucking her in the car, he said, he knew she came a lot. Then he mounted her—just like that, he was inside her and doing the forbidden. But it didn't feel wrong, it felt very right. Chloe never felt more electrified before—she didn't know if it was the drugs or making love with her father but basically she was on a cloud and it was very much like heaven. “Sweety,” he said, “I'm glad we're finally doing this.”

They were in each other's arms and quiet. He asked how she felt and she said good.

“We should have done this when you first got here,” Henry said. “Instead, you fucked Steve.”

“He suggested I go into your room and...”

“You should have. You should have been the slut you are.”

“What would you have done?”

“Fucked you all night, fucked you like Daddy's slut,” Henry said. “I should have been your first lover. That's a father's job, I think. To make his little girl a woman. To make her Daddy's fuckhole and show her how to be a dirty slut.”

“I would have liked that.”

“Instead, your first time was getting raped by five boys.”

“I wasn't really raped.”

“Then what was it?”

“I don't know.”

“And with the Vice Principle? When he first took you to the motel, he was raping you. You got used to it, you grew fond of him, you probably even had meaningful sex.”

“He said he loved me.”

“Did you love him?”

“I liked being with him.”

“Tell me the truth, slut.”

“I loved him some.”

“Love is good,” Henry told her; “I want us...”

But he didn't finish, he kissed her instead.

They made love again, and it was very nice; being in bed with him like this filled her heart with a warmth she never felt before—she knew it had to be love. They had sex five times that night; he said he was surprised by his own stamina—her naked body kept getting him hard. The last time, he said, “I'm going to sodomize you.” She said she didn't care for that but she let him do it anyway. He told her to relax but it still hurt. While he fucked her in the ass he whispered how much he'd like to watch her screw other men. He said he wanted her to screw every man who came into the house and he'd watch and jack-off. Chloe told him she'd fuck anyone he wanted her to fuck. This time it didn't feel like love because Henry kept telling her what a dirty whore she was because her ass was leaking and he was getting shit on his dick. “I should make you suck my dick clean,” he said. She was embarrassed about being dirty. He wanted her to stay in his bed and sleep. He held her and that felt very good, and she slept with her father knowing life was going to be very different now.

She woke up in the morning being fucked. The man on top of her was not Henry. She didn't know who he was. He was big, tanned, bald, and ugly—his face was covered with several long scars. She tried to get away but he was holding her arms down. “You're awake now,” he said in a deep voice. The sex hurt because she wasn't wet and he was large. “Who are you?” she asked and his reply: “I'm the guy humping you.” Where was Henry? She saw Steve leaning against the wall, watching. “Make him stop, Steve,” she said.

Steve said, “Don't fight him, Chloe. Just relax and take it.”

She closed her eyes.

She let herself enjoy it.

She relaxed and moaned.

“She's pretty wet and hot now,” the ugly man fucking her said.

“She loves dick,” Steve said.

“You love dick, baby girl?” the man said to her face.

She opened her eyes and said, “Just get it over with.”

“I want you to scream.”

She closed her eyes again. She told herself she would not cum, but she did. She wrapped her legs around the man's ass and came again and screamed loud enough that she could see he was pleased with the result. The man kissed her on the forehead and said, “Good baby girl.”

Steve had her next. He turned her on her stomach and started to rub Vaseline between her ass cheeks. Chloe said, “No,” but Steve said yes, and his weight pinned her down and he fucked her.

“It hurts,” Chloe said. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You need it.”

She saw Henry walk into the room, saying, “So, what's happening here?”

Steve said, “Butt-fucking your daughter, like you told me to.”

“Good.”

“Daddy?” Chloe said.

“Hush,” Henry said. “You need to learn to like it.”

The ugly man laughed and said, “This is too much, man. I don't know if this is the kinkiest thing or if you two are a couple of very sick bastards.”

“God, she's got a tight hot ass,” Steve said.

Chloe moaned.

Avertissement

En entrant sur cette page, vous certifiez :

  • 1. avoir atteint l'âge légal de majorité de votre pays de résidence.
  • 2. avoir pris connaissance du caractère érotique de ce document.
  • 4. vous engager à ne pas diffuser le contenu de ce document.
  • 4. vous engager à ne pas diffuser le contenu de ce document.
  • 5. consulter ce document à titre purement personnel en n'impliquant aucune société ou organisme d'État.
  • 6. vous engager à mettre en oeuvre tous les moyens existants à ce jour pour empêcher n'importe quel mineur d'accéder à ce document.
  • 7. déclarer n'être choqué(e) par aucun type de sexualité.

Nous nous dégageons de toute responsabilité en cas de non-respect des points précédemment énumérés.