It was nearly four p.m. on a rainy October afternoon, and the two women were in the kitchen, as they usually were at that time of day, preparing supper. Helen Potter, the mother, had just finished placing a pot roast in the oven - 'Best goddamn roast in Seattle!" her butcher husband, Ted, always boasted - while her eldest daughter, Mikki, sat at the table shelling peas.
"Shouldn't Jacqui be home from school by now, Mama?"
Helen Potter looked at the willowy blonde loveliness of her daughter with fond indulgence. She knew that Mikki knew her little sister wouldn't be home for at least another half-hour, and that Mikki, bless her heart, was only trying to pretend that things were like they used to be - before Mikki got married, and Jacqui was still in grammar school.
"She'll be home soon, dear," Helen sighed. "She probably just stopped off for a Coke or something with some of her friends."
"You mean with Jeff Trimble, don't you, Mama?"
"Oh, Jeff's a nice enough boy, Mikki. You can't blame him for something his brother did."
Helen Potter immediately began to peel some potatoes at the sink, the hairs prickling on the nape of her neck as she felt Mikki's searing green eyes on her from behind.
"You don't think going to prison for selling drugs to high school kids is wrong, Mama?"
"Now, Mikki, dear, I didn't say that. I said it's not fair to blame Jeff for something his brother Barry did."
"The whole family is bad, Mama. Did you know that their father was sent up for perjury in a gambling case?"
"Good Lord, child! That was years ago ... before you were even born!"
There was really no point in arguing with her eldest daughter, and Helen knew it. Mikki, for all her many talents and achievements, could be downright meddlesome at times - a trait Helen supposed she had learned from her husband, Ward Chalmers, in their four years of marriage. Not that Helen didn't like her son-in-law, quite the contrary, but he could be as hardheaded and self-righteous as he was handsome, and as direct with a cutting remark as he had been with a football when he had quarterbacked for Queen Anne High School, back when he and Mikki first started going together. Besides, deep down she agreed with her older daughter. She felt - knew, really - that Jeff Trimble was rapidly developing into just another rotten branch on the Trimble family tree, and it frightened her to see her younger daughter getting involved with him. But what could she do? Jacqui wasn't at all like Mikki had been at that age. Glee club, cheerleading, choir ... even church! - it was all part of Mikki's bag - but not Jacqui's, as she would say. And Ted, her poor tired husband Ted, had just about washed his hands of his daughter the second time Jacqui had been suspended from school in the same quarter, for smoking.
"I-I'm sorry, Mama. I didn't mean to upset you," Mikki said softly.
"I know, dear. Get me another potato, will you? I don't think these will be enough."
Helen watched the still trim figure of her daughter disappear through the door leading to the basement. Mikki really is a thoughtful girl, she mused. And, it's been an absolute joy having her and the twins here this past month ... since Ward went to Morocco on that road-building project.
"Is one enough?" Mikki called cheerily from the basement.
"That should be plenty, Mikki. You know how your father's appetite has fallen off lately."
Poor Ted. Can't say as I blame him though, what with the economic situation the way it is ... nobody's buying much except hamburger and chicken ... and he does want so to retire.
"This is the biggest one I could find, Mama," Mikki chirped, returning.
"That'll be fine, dear. Why don't you go up and check on Tammy and Debby? They should be through with their nap by now."
Mikki paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Mama?"
"Yes, Mikki?"
"What's been bothering daddy lately?"
"Business I guess, dear. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I don't know ... He just seems so ... so distant, " she chose her words carefully. "Like he's carrying the weight of the whole world on his shoulders."
* * *
"Stop it, Jeff!" the girl in the car protested firmly.
"Aw c'mon, Jacqui... You never let a little finger-bangin' bother you before!"
The lovely blonde teenager continued to stare sternly through the rain-streaked windshield at the slate gray waters of Puget Sound until, reluctantly, the boy removed his hand from underneath the hem of her short, short skirt.
"I'm still a little sore from last night, Jeff," she breathed softly.
The frustrated teenage boy gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and stared wistfully at her unflinching, beautiful profile. She was too much! A little blonder than her sister, Mikki, and a little more tan, but with the same sea-green eyes and faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of her pertly upturned nose.
"You still planning to hold out till you turn sixteen?" he sighed brokenly.
"Yes!"
"Chrissake, that's another six months from now!"
"And diamonds are my birthstone, stupid!" she retorted, turning her face to him, and beaming.
"Oh God, here we go again!" he said, rolling his eyes skyward and pounding the wheel with the heels of his hands. "We can't get married, Jacqui. I'm only a year older than you are!"
"So?"
"So what are we supposed to live on?"
"Your dad's got money. Ask him for a job." Jeff stared at her, incredulously. "Bullshit. Your folks wouldn't give you permission anyway ... Y-You're just a kid!"
Jacqui flashed him an indulgent smile, then faced forward again and calmly began to unbutton the front of her sweater. "We could go to Mexico, Jeff ... And, we could live with your dad when we got back ... rent free."
"You think you've got it all figured out, don't you, you dingy broad?" he gulped.
"Have you seen the way your old man looks at my titties, Jeff?" she smiled impishly, wetting her lips, looking down at the half uncovered mounds of her breasts and then up again at her boy friend out of the corner of her eyes. "Or, the lump in his pants whenever I wore my bikini over to swim in your pool this summer?"
Nervously, Jeff fished around in his shirt pocket, producing a tightly rolled, greasy-looking cigarette.
"I've got to have my joint on that one," he exclaimed. "Now, you've got the hots for my old man!"
Jacqui's slender fingers unfastened the last button of her sweater then, parting the thin material to expose her ripe, braless young breasts.
"Don't be silly, Jeff! I admit I get a kick out of teasing him, but that's all."
Jeff lit the marijuana cigarette he held in his sweating fingers, cupping the match protectively as he looked sideways at her. He drew long and deep, letting the acrid, sweetish smoke permeate every part of his lungs, and then holding it there deep.
"You want a hit?" he stammered breathlessly in his effort to keep the harsh smoke down.
Jacqui took the preciously proffered cigarette from his pinching fingers. Emulating her boy friend's example, she drew deeply, resting her head against the integral headrest of his custom, Porsche-engined Volkswagen.
"Why the hell do you want to get married so bad for, anyway?" he offered finally.
"I love you, dummy!"
"Then why won't you let me fuck you?"
She took another long pull at the weed in her hand, and returned the reefer to Jeff.
"I'll let you fuck me if you say you'll marry me."
"You want to know what I think? ... I think you just want to get out of that goddamn house, and your whiny mama."
"That's part of it. Miss Goody-Goody Mikki is another. Man! Her and her dippy husband Ward. I swear to God they're right out of an Archie comic book. You know what they've got in their little gingerbread house? A trophy case! I don't know why the stupid son-of-a-bitch just doesn't go in the Army, so he could wear his 'achievements' on his sleeve!"
"Mikki still staying with you guys?"
"With my folks!" she corrected. "And it looks like she's going to be there for another ten or eleven months, too!"
"Goddamn! Why so long?" he turned his head to her again, staring fondly at her lushly exposed, pink-nippled breasts.
She often sat like that whenever they were alone, but it was something he could never quite get used to. He figured he'd taken out damn near every good looking fox in school, but this little lady was the foxiest! He leaned down and gave each puffy strawberry nipple in turn a long wet sucking kiss.
"Ol' dipshit Ward thinks he's on some kind of mercy mission, bringing the marvels of modern technology to the backward peoples of darkest Africa."
"Huh?"
"He's running a fuckin' skipshovel in Morocco!"
"They got good hashish in Morocco, maybe you could get him to bring you back some."
"Are you shitting me? He thinks using the president's name in vain should be a capital offense!"
"Well, they got kids. Ol' Ward must be doing something right."
Jacqui could feel goose pimples rising on the softly exposed flesh of her milk-white breasts as Jeff continued to lovingly kiss and suck her naked nipples.
"I'm still not convinced it wasn't another case of immaculate conception ... Either that or she picked it up off a toilet seat."
"Oh, come on, Jacqui! Mikki's a fine looking piece of ass."
Jacqui took the marijuana cigarette from her boy friend again, and held down another long cloud of smoke. She stared out over the rain-pitted waters of the sound, enjoying the peaceful tranquility of their Magnolia Bluff parking spot. Idly, her fingers entwined themselves in the hair on the nape of Jeff's neck. His hair was a little too conservative for her, but she "oh, welled" that even a hip guy like his dad could be a little weird when it came to rocking the establishment boat. After all, if it weren't for sin, his dad would be as poor as hers. It was crazy, but that's where it was at in this fucked-up world. Just like during prohibition, the bootleggers were to be found among the most ardent anti-liquor forces themselves.
"You'd better take me home, Jeff," she breathed reluctantly. "If I'm not home before daddy, I'll turn into a pumpkin."
* * *
"I've already given you an extra week, Potter. I've got bills to pay too!"
Ted Potter could feel beads of perspiration standing out on his forehead as he cradled the telephone receiver close to his face so that Bill Simpson, his sole employee, couldn't overhear the conversation he was having with an angry Jason Trimble.
"Listen, Trimble," he breathed softly, "I've got two thousand of it. If you could just give me another week to raise the other five hundred, I'd-"
"You'd what, Potter? Be grateful? If you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to gamble. You gambled. You lost. I want my fucking money!"
"Listen, you bastard! I haven't got it, can't you understand that?" The middle-aged butcher's voice was rising dangerously.
"You'd better get it then! And you'd better understand that!"
Ted Potter rested the receiver against his chest then, as Bill Simpson passed closely carrying a tray of freshly ground beef. He felt the now familiar knot of fear in the pit of his stomach as he realized that Jason Trimble meant business - and Jason Trimble was nobody to fool with. Time and again, Ted Potter wished he could go back somehow to that night two weeks before ... the night he had lost twenty-five hundred dollars in a poker game with Trimble and a few of his cronies. He realized now, that he had been set up for the loss - suckered - but what could he do? He was just one man against one of the biggest con-men in the city, and he couldn't even go to the police, since gambling was illegal even when you lost. One thing was certain though: if he ever got his hands on that little Chinese bartender down at the Four Seasons that had told him about the game in the first place, he'd wring his goddamn neck!
"I-I've got to have more time, Trimble ... please. "
There was a short pause on the end of the line.
"Okay, Potter, I'll tell you what ... What day is this?"
"Tuesday."
"Okay, you've got until Thursday to come up with the other thousand."
"Thousand! It's only five-hundred, Trimble. If you think-"
"I'm not running a charity ward, Potter. I let you have a week on good faith and you blew it. Now, if you come up with the money like the good fellow I trust you to be ... and that's two days grace I'm giving you, Potter ... If you come through, maybe we can keep your deadbeat ass off one of your own meathooks."
Ted felt his hand begin to shake on the receiver. He switched hands then, wiping the sweat off on his bloody apron. He wished he had a drink ... a good straight shot of whiskey or gin.
"Thursday?"
"Thursday noon. My man and me will be over to pick it up at your house ... Make sure you go home for lunch!"
Ted felt his knees weakening then. Trimble's man had to be that fucking gorilla, Benko, who had stood behind him during the poker game, all night, without flinching.
"Why my place? Couldn't you meet me downtown somewhere?"
"Your place! I don't conduct business in public, and the cops have been watching mine lately, so I don't think you'll want to come here."
"O-Okay, Thursday noon at my place ... I-I'll get the money somehow."
"You bet your fat ass you will!"
Chapter 2
"Ted Potter, you haven't eaten enough to keep a bird alive!"
"Goddamn it, Helen, I've got a headache!"
Mikki, busily feeding her two year old twin daughters, looked up in surprise at the sudden exchange between her parents. Jacqui, more inured to the outcroppings of temper that marked their parents' later years than her twenty-three year old married sister, continued to gobble her food nonplused.
"Let me get you a couple aspirin, daddy," Mikki offered, rising from her chair.
Ted, his face buried in his fleshy palms, looked up at his eldest daughter affectionately and managed a smile.
"That's okay, sugar. Sit down and finish your dinner."
Oh, puke! Jacqui winced behind a forkful of mashed potatoes. Ol' daddy-waddy and sugar-poo are at it again!
Ted reached across the table and patted the back of Mikki's hand.
"Thanks for asking though, sweetheart." He noticed Jacqui's obvious displeasure then, and cast her a warning glance. "And you, young lady, had better wipe that goddamn smirk off your face!"
"Oh, Ted," Helen protested feebly. "Leave her alone. She didn't do anything."
"You stay out of this, Helen! Maybe if I'd taken a strap to her smart little ass more often when she was younger, we wouldn't be putting up with her crap now!"
"Shenanigans, Ted. She's never been in any serious trouble. And please lower your voice in front of the twins."
Ted glowered at his wife for a long moment, then looked from one to the other of his two daughters. Mikki, her face reddened with embarrassment, had returned to feeding Tammy and Debby, while Jacqui stared blankly down at her plate, her full green eyes brimming with tears.
"Shenanigans, huh?" he chuckled sarcastically. "You call getting kicked out of school two times in the same term for smoking, shenanigans? "
Helen, too, looked at her two daughters. She loved them both, and it saddened her that their differences in personality had always been a sore spot with her somewhat reactionary husband. Physically, the two girls were as alike as two peas in a pod, with Mikki only a little heavier now that she was a mother, and Jacqui slightly taller and leggier. But, in temperament, they were as different as night and day ... even more so than the considerable eight year difference in their ages might indicate. Helen wondered, often, if things mightn't have been a little easier for everybody if she and Ted had had a son. Actually, that's what they had planned on in the first place. For years after Mikki was born, Helen had tried unsuccessful to get pregnant again. Then, out of the blue, came Jacqui. Helen could still remember the look of absolute defeat on Ted's face when he'd come into her room at the hospital ... carrying that little catcher's mitt. And she could remember crying herself to sleep after he'd gone. Oh, he'd tried, God knows he tried, but he had never seemed to get as close to Jacqui as he had to Mikki. "The Bonus Baby " he used to call her, but there was always a ring of irony in his voice when he said it.
"Mikki damn sure never pulled any of them kind of goddamn shenanigans," Ted pressed cruelly. "Did you, honey?"
"Daddy, please!" the older girl pleaded. "If not for Jacqui and Mama's sake, then for the twins!"
Ted lapsed into a reluctant silence.
It bothered Mikki to see the friction in the family that had seemingly become an almost nightly ritual. She couldn't remember it having been that way when she was still living at home, and she was almost sorry now that she'd let daddy talk her into putting the house up for rent and moving back home while Ward was overseas. But then, she'd never been really able to put her foot down where daddy was concerned. It embarrassed her, sometimes, the way he showed his partiality in front of her younger sister, but then Jacqui could be such a hateful little person sometimes - almost like she was going out of her way to cause everyone trouble. And Mama, poor picked-on Mama, he didn't show her much consideration anymore, either. God, how old was Mama now? Forty-eight, forty-nine? Certainly too young for her hair to be more gray than brown, the way it was. Daddy would be fifty-five in another month, and he looked younger than Mama - despite the worry lines etched into his face of late.
"Ted, your meat must be ice cold by now. Here, let me put some warm gravy on it for you," his wife said solicitously.
Jacqui raised her head then, fighting back the tears of outrage she was determined not to give her father the satisfaction of seeing.
He's got about as much class as that pork sausage he sells, anyway, she thought angrily. I just wish the fat old bastard was half as cool as Jeff's dad.
She stared at "Goody Two Shoes" then, watching her alternately stuffing her own mouth and those of her brats, then at her whiny little Mama dutifully ladling the gravy on daddy-waddy's untouched slab of meat. Gick! God, how she wanted to get out of this house ... and these hicky little people!
"Mikki made a nice peach-cobbler for dessert, Ted." Helen sighed hopefully. "That's your favorite."
She's his fucking favorite, Jacqui grimaced. He'd still bounce her on his stupid knee if she'd let him!
"Did you make your of daddy his favorite dessert, Mikki darlin'?"
Jacqui felt her knuckles whiten around the handle of her fork as she idly pushed her peas around in her plate. Her temples pounded furiously.
"Bullshit," she muttered under her breath.
"Sure, daddy," Mikki swelled proudly. "The way you've been working so hard lately and everything, I sorta figured you deserved a little something spec-"
"Bullshit!" Jacqui repeated loudly, rising to her feet to the utter surprise of her family. "Mikki this, Mikki that ... Mikki, Mikki, Mikki! That's all I've been hearing all my life! It's ... It's-"
SLAP!!! Her father's hand came down hard across the side of her face.
"Ted!" Helen cried.
"Butt out, Helen!"
"Yeah, Mama. Butt out, Tarzan's pounding his chest again!" Jacqui choked, trying with all her might to check the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
Ted Potter, on his feet and trembling with rage, managed somehow to restrain himself from striking his daughter a second time as she spun on her heels and ran toward the bathroom. Slowly, he relaxed, slumping back down on his chair. Mikki, SHHHing the twins, glowed with infinite satisfaction. Jacqui had deserved that!
"Ted, do you really think-"
"Shut up, Helen!"
Helen Potter rose then, her lips compressed in a tight little line, and began to clear the supper dishes from the table.
"Daddy," Mikki began as soon as her mother had left the dining room, "if you want my opinion, it's that kid she's been going out with all summer."
Ted Potter, never one to follow his youngest daughter's amatory pursuits, blinked curiously at his surreptitiously beaming married daughter.
"What kid?"
"Jeff Trimble."
The color drained instantly from Ted's heavy face.
"S-She's been seeing that little Trimble bastard?" he asked incredulously.
"You know him, daddy?"
"I know who his old man is. We'll just see if we can't put a stop to that business, right now ... Jacqueline Marie Potter, you march your fanny out here this instant!"
There was a short silent pause, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing. Then, the bathroom door flew open, and Jacqui pranced out, haughtily tossing her shoulder length wealth of sunshine blonde hair. Ignoring her father and her older sister seated at the table, she climbed the stairs leading up to her room. Ted, an impatient man, stood waiting at the foot of the stairs when she returned, buttoning up her white trenchcoat.
"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" he pressed as she inched past him on the stairs.
"Out," she said, opening the front door.
"You come back here, young lady! I have a bone to pick with you!"
"Go to hell!" The door slammed behind her. "Let her walk it off, daddy. She won't get two blocks in this rain."
* * *
"Jeff, this is Jacqui. I'm calling from the drugstore around the corner from my house."
"Christ! Did your old man throw you out of the house or something?"
"No, we just had a fight. Oh God, Jeff, it was terrible. Dad hit me, and-"
"He hit you?"
"In the face, Jeff. It was just awful ... C-Can you come and get me?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah, could you, Jeff?"
"I can't, Jacqui. I just put my car up on the blocks. Tommy De Shazo and me are putting the new 'mag' wheels on tonight, don't you remember?"
"Oh, Jeff ... please! I can't go home tonight, I just can't!"
There was a long pause on the line.
"Jeff?"
"I'm thinking, Jacqui ... Hey, listen; my dad's having a meeting tonight, and it ought to be breaking up pretty soon. Maybe I could get one of dad's guys to run you somewhere ... Maybe over to Polly Tanaka's"
Jacqui choked back another sob. She didn't want to go to her girl friend's house, she wanted to be with her guy ... But then, anything would be better than going back to that house!
"H-How will I know him, Jeff?"
"He'll probably be driving dad's Continental ... the black one."
"Okay, Jeff ... I love you!"
"Yeah, same here, Jacqui. Hey, listen, I gotta go now, Tommy's starting to pull the wheels ... I'll call you later on at Polly's, okay?"
"O-Okay, Jeff."
Chapter 3
Seattle, like Rome, is built on seven hills. The similarity ends there. For Seattle is no ancient pantheon to the human spirit; it was, is, and probably always will be, a boom town. Born in a stand of virgin timber, tempered by the Alaskan gold rush, Seattle is a money town. And while the natural beauty of the surrounding country cannot be denied, the storied, crumbling ruins along the Alaska Way waterfront and the nearby First Avenue arcade district, give mute and constant testimony to those who have taken their money and run. On the fourth and final story of one such building, the entire level of which was occupied by the Trans-Pacific Import Company, the lights still burned long past the end of the normal working day. Jason Trimble was holding a meeting.
Jason Trimble. At fifty, he was still a powerful figure of a man, and though known to few, he commanded an almost automatic respect from those he came in contact with. He was tall, and a little gray at the temples, and he had the ruthless black eyes of a killer shark.
"Benny, you're falling a little behind in your collections lately."
Benny Mendez, an employee of Trimble's for the past eleven years, felt his knees tremble slightly at his employer's measured reprimand. Not only that, but the sight of voluptuous Rita, Jordan, Trimble's dark-haired private secretary, sucking the boss's cock beneath the huge mahogany desk while he and the two other men stood there at attention, had him badly unnerved.
"I-I'm sorry boss, I just been havin' a little trouble findin' all the people."
Jason eyed the pudgy Mexican-American speculatively, his fingers idly entwining themselves in Rita's mane of long chestnut-colored hair as if he were stroking a cat.
"Sorry doesn't buy it anymore, Benny. I've had to take over a few collections myself."
"I-If you mean that Potter guy ... I mean, I couldn't get a hold of him, boss!"
"Bullshit," Trimble returned without a trace of emotion in his voice, "I talked to the son-of-a-bitch today, on the phone at his butcher shop."
Mendez' face reddened deeply. There was no excuse, he knew, and trying to invent one would only make things harder on him. Besides, watching Rita, his own sister, sucking Trimble's cock had him so excited he had to get out of there and get himself a piece of tail before he started to cum in his pants.
"You've been spending most of your time balling the cocktail waitresses at the Brown Betty, haven't you!"
"Sure, boss ... I go in there once in awhile, but-"
"And you've been putting your drinks on the cuff, too!"
Benny gulped nervously. He'd been warned before about taking advantage of his privileged position at Trimble's upper-crust night spot in the Fourth Avenue financial district.
"Gimme another chance, boss!"
Jason Trimble smiled in amusement at the beads of sweat popping out on the squirming man's forehead. The fact that it was the man's own sister sucking him off beneath his desk, and that her husband Artie was also in the room with them, caused another tremor of sadistic excitement to churn in his balls. Rita was such a hot little number too, and as lovely in her soft, Latin sort of way, as dew on a buttercup. It was hard for Jason Trimble to understand how such a fat ugly bastard like Benny could have such a beautiful little sister.
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, Benny."
"Aw, boss, c'mon ... I work for you eleven years now!"
Jason Trimble's lust-engorged penis swelled even larger in Rita's velvet mouth.
"I understand you just got married, Benny. A pretty little Filipino girl, from what I understand."
Again, Benny gulped nervously. It was true, he had gotten married, and it was a fact he'd been trying his best to conceal from his boss, knowing how that boss was when it came to women. Por dios, it'd only been three weeks! But then, he should have known better than to conceal something like that from Jason Trimble.
"Yeah, boss," he grinned ineffectually, "real nice girl. Only nineteen, but quien sabe - who knows, about love, eh?"
Benny could feel his heart pounding mightily against his chest. His Tina was such a tiny girl, and so innocente!
"Either you take the punishment, or your new little wife takes it, Benny. The choice is yours."
Mendez blinked at him nervously.
"W-What kind of punishment, boss?"
He could only hope it wasn't something physical. He couldn't take pain.
"Take off your belt and show the man, 'Toad'," Jason grinned evilly up to his gargantuan number-one henchman, the only one who still seemed to be in full control of his faculties after watching the arousing spectacle of Rita's performance.
"Toad" Benko, though no one but Jason Trimble had ever had enough nerve to call him that to his face, obediently stripped the wide, steel-studded belt from around his barrel waist. Unprompted, he folded it in half, and using his thumb to make a loop, gave it a loud snap against his palm. Benny, his whole body shaking with fear, felt like he was going to faint right then and there.
Trimble watched the paling man with infinite satisfaction. He knew from long experience what Benny's reactions would be. Benny was a coward, who, when given unfair advantage, like all cowards, could be a positively ruthless bully. Artie was the same way. It was what made both men valuable to Trimble's organization. Benko wasn't a coward, but then, Benko wasn't exactly a man, either. He was the only guy Jason had ever met who could cum just from watching someone die.
"Well, Benny?"
"O-Okay, boss. You want Tina, you can have her. She's a real good piece of ass, boss, and she sucks a cock like a real pro!"
"Get your fat ass out of here before I puke!" Jason bellowed suddenly. "And make sure your little pussy is standing here in front of my desk tomorrow night with her panties in her hand, comprende?"
"Yeah, boss, sure, sure," the relieved fat man breathed excitedly, half running towards the door. "She's a real fine piece of ass, boss, you gonna love fucking my Tina! And slap her around a little, too, boss ... I been trainin' her real good!"
"Out!"
As soon as the door had closed quietly behind Benny, Jason turned his attention back to his remaining two employees.
"Okay, let's get down to business. Toad, you and me are going to pay the Potter guy a little visit Thursday. We've been carrying his account for too long now, and I've got an inside shot on a new dope trial for my son if I can get some money to the right people."
"Sure, Mr. Trimble," the giant replied in a voice deep enough to reassemble shattered crystal. "Thursday."
"And, Artie ... oh, for Christ's sake, man, straighten your cock out before it snaps in half and falls in your shoe! ... that's better. Artie, I want you to run a little errand for me tonight. You won't need your 'heater' or your 'peter' on this one." He fished around in his inside coat pocket, and produced a folded piece of paper. "Jeff's girl friend. He called me a little while ago, and said she was standing out in the rain waiting for someone to give her a ride over to her friend's house. Take the black Continental."
"Yeah, sure, boss!"
Damn! the hawk-faced, sycophantic Artie Jordan fumed inwardly. Just when things was starting to get good! There was nothing in this world Rita's husband liked better than watching some guy, especially someone cool like the boss, blow his nuts into his nakedly kneeling, sucking wife's face. And now, he was doubly excited over the prospect of his brother-in-law's wife getting hers the next night. Of course, he had a ringside seat to that little cock-stirring affair, since he'd been the one to tell the boss that Benny was married in the first place, but that wasn't going to do him any good tonight. Besides, an important guy like him had better things to do with his time than play chauffeur to some snot-nosed kid's girl friend! Even if the kid was the boss's son!
"And, Artie?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Take your time. Little Rita here is going to be busy for quite awhile yet."
* * *
Mikki Chalmers gently eased her tired body down into the fluid comfort of the bubbly bathwater. It had been an absolutely trying day, and that little episode with her younger sister at dinner had left her slightly on edge. In retrospect, the svelte honey blonde supposed she shouldn't have said anything to daddy about Jacqui's going out with Jeff Trimble, but then, Jacqui had had no call to say those things about her, either. Maybe daddy was a little unreasonable comparing them all the time, but that wasn't her fault! Besides, he was still Jacqui's father, and she owed him a certain amount of respect.
God, the water felt good ... almost sexy the way it caressed her sore, aching muscles. It wasn't easy wrestling two energetic toddlers all day long, no matter how cute they were, and these nightly forays in the bathtub were about the only times Mikki had to herself these days. God, she wished Ward were home! What she needed, and needed bad, was a good fucking!
That's probably why I've been acting so "bitchy "lately ... no sex!
She stretched her still-trim, slightly tanned legs out full length in the tub, and admired their sculpted loveliness. They weren't as long or as slender as her little sister's, but still disproportionately long for her five-foot five-and-a-half inch height. And anyway, Jacqui was only fifteen years old, and nearly two inches taller, and hadn't had two kids, either! Mikki's hands idly soaped the washcloth, and began to lather her fragile arms. She stared with near-narcissistic satisfaction at her full, wide-set round breasts jiggling with the motions of her washing, and smiled wanly.
That's where it counts! she mused, deeply proud of the fact that though the rest of her body had recovered from her pregnancy with only the merest traces of motherhood, her breasts had remained the same swollen size they had been when they were filled with milk. Lovingly, she soaped their alabaster softness, using her bare hands in lieu of the rough washcloth, and immediately felt her nipples perk up against her gently probing fingers. No longer their former virginal pink, they looked even sexier in their present, post-natal beige. Rinsing the soap from them, she weighed them heavily in her hands, proud of the fact that even after having skipped a full cup size, from B to C, there was still only the slightest hint of sag in them - and none at all when she inhaled deeply. And despite some of the wives tales she'd been told concerning everything from breast cancer to complete collapse - including some from her own mother - Mikki was glad that she had chosen to breast-feed the girls, and infinitely proud of the fact that she had been able to provide enough milk for both of them.
Her hands left her breasts, lightly smoothing down into the water over the velvet softness of her lower torso, stopping at her narrow waist as she sucked in her breath to see how tiny she could make it.
Not too bad ... for a "mommy", she laughed with satisfaction.
Her delicate, fine-boned fingers traced down farther, then, to the barely discernible rise of her abdomen. The few inevitable stretch marks that remained were so faint by now as to be virtually unnoticeable, but she mused that though her tummy was nearly as flat as it had been when she was a teenager, there was a certain softness to it that would require some conscientious exercise to firm back up. She straightened her legs then, resting her heels on the edge of the tub on either side of the faucet, careful not to get her crisply cut, Sassoon hair style wet. It was her crowning glory, her golden blonde hair, and everyone said it looked sooo attractive cut jaw-length on one side and shoulder-length on the other. Besides, with the twins, it was definitely more practical than her former long style.
Inevitably, the twenty-three year old housewife's unconsciously searching hands found the tender swell of her pubic mound. Almost idly, she began to entwine her fingers in the sparse curls of darker blonde pubic hair there.
Oh, God! ... I wish Ward was back from Morocco ... !
Then, with a stomach-churning thrill of anticipation deep in the pit of her belly, she parted the delicate curls between her legs, and began to massage the swollen coral bud of her rapidly distending clitoris with the tip of her long pink-painted fingernail. She knew what she was about to do ... God knows she'd done it enough times in the past, whenever Ward was out of town for any length of time. But this time was something else again! Ward had never taken an out-of-town contract for more than a few weeks at a time, and good money or not, she was now as randy as a female cat in heat! She almost, though not quite, regretted having given Ward such an emphatic "No!" when he'd suggested joining that swap club a few months back.
She chuckled loudly then, wondering what daddy and mama would think of their wonderful, straight-laced son-in-law if they knew that he'd be willing to exchange their daughter's body for the use of some other girl's. But then, that was just Ward, and though the idea had, and still did, intrigue her, she knew that she would never violate her marriage vows ... not for a few years, anyway, until she got bored with him, that is. Ward was just horny, that's all. The big athletic bastard never had adjusted to not having girls fall all over him anymore since he'd quit playing high school football.
Mikki often wondered what it would be like making love to someone else, but she put it down to curiosity mostly, since no one but Ward had ever touched her before. She had her fantasies though, and so did he, and both admitted that they might have missed out on something by having gotten married so young. Still, she preferred some of their more elaborate sexual games to the realities, and potentially sticky situations intrinsic to actually swapping mates with another couple. And even now, as her extended middle finger began to slither wetly in between her quivering vaginal lips, her mind was on one of those elaborate games - the one where she would lie in the tub, much as she was doing now, and Ward would barge in with his old starter pistol, and pretend he was a rapist; jerking her out of the soapy water and bending her forward over the edge of the tub while h e took her from behind. Oh, Ward... Ward ... anybody! She moaned as her middle finger jerked faster at her tiny pulsating clitoris beneath the bubbly bathwater.
* * *
"Are you really a gangster?"
Artie blinked nervously at the young blonde teenager perched coyly next to him on the front seat of the sleek black Lincoln Continental.
She sure is a pretty thing, he swallowed tightly as the light changed and he set the car back in motion. Too bad she's so goddamn young ... and going with the boss's punk-assed son.
"Where'd you say your friend lives?"
"On Beacon Hill ... Are you a gangster, or not?"
She sure is a persistent little bitch.
"You been watchin' too many movies, kid."
"Everybody at school says Jeff's dad is in the mob."
"Aw, c'mon. Where'd they come up with something like that? ... . Mr. Trimble ain't in no goddamn mob!"
He glanced at his watch, reflexively. Right now, he ought to be about eight inches into my wife!
"They say he deals dope, and runs a gambling room in the International District and a whole lot of other things."
Somebody better shut his fuckin' mouth!
"Naw, that ain't true. The boss's got an import business, everything's legitimate."
"I bet it's just a front."
Artie fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, found one, popped it into his mouth, and reached for the dash lighter, only to discover that she'd beaten him to it. He kept one eye on the roadway, and the other on her as she depressed the lighter, waited for it to pop out and held it for him while he lit his cigarette. Damn, she was a foxy little bitch! And all legs! He felt a nervous twitch in his trousers as he continued staring sidelong at her, while her skirt rode up close to her cunt. She'd already taken off her raincoat, and with one leg curled under her so that she sat half facing him, she began to inch a little closer to him.
"It's a little hot in here, don't you think?" he said, reaching for the window button.
"No. Do you?"
He cracked open the window.
"If Mr. Trimble runs a legitimate company, what do you do for him?"
Artie scratched his chinless jaw, thinking. "I-I'm an accountant," he stammered.
"Oh, really? she dimpled wryly, drawing her other nylon-covered leg up under her. "What kind of accounting do you do?"
"Uh, well ... I'm not an accountant kind of accountant if you know what I mean ... I mean I settle accounts for Mr. Trimble."
Casually Jacqui draped her arm over the back of the seat and rested her chin on her hand, eyeing the tightly swallowing man with profound amusement, almost as if she were mesmerized by his bobbing Adams apple. "Do you beat people up?"
He cast a pained expression in her direction. Christ, her skirt was halfway up to her neck, and he could see the crotchband of her panties in the shadowy softness up between her long golden legs! "Hey, knock it off, will ya? ... Where the hell do I turn, anyway?"
Timidly, the fifteen year old blonde raised her head and squinted through the silently whisking windshield wipers. "Left."
"Left? That's Seward Park!"
Boldly now, resolute in the decision she'd made the moment Jeff had told her he wouldn't be able to pick her up, Jacqui reached over and began to stroke the lengthening bulge in Artie Jordan's slacks. "You know, man," she said. "You look like a gangster, and you talk like a gangster ... but you sure as hell don't act like one!"
* * *
Mikki's entire pelvis was sticking above the water line of the bathtub, as she arched her body upwards to reach the stiffly probing slenderness of her long-nailed middle finger slithering so deliciously up into her voraciously clinging pussy. Oh, that feels so gooood! she mewled. I guess I'm just a little whore at heart, after all!
It wouldn't take long to cum tonight, she knew, and she could only hope that her climax would be more richly rewarding than her former self-induced orgasms had been in the past. Her finger dipped in and out in an ever increasing tempo of unpented emotion. She loved fucking - God, did she ever! - and knew that it was only a matter of time before she would take that big and final step to infidelity. What would another man's cock feel like thrust up deep inside me? she blushed. Would it be all thick and hot and stiff? ... Would it cum lots and lots? ... Would it last longer than 'Quick Draw McWard'? She wondered what it would be like to experience multiple orgasms, like she had heard some women could. Sometimes Ward was a little too much man for his own good - sometimes, often, leaving her with no climax at all, or at best a very feeble one. The few times he had been especially patient with her, she had found that she was capable of a full and deeply ' rewarding orgasmic experience - particularly when they were both feeling imaginative enough to invent a story situation to accompany their frantic copulation. Ward liked to 'dirty' up his sex, and for a straight-shooter like him, Mikki found it to be a peculiar, though enjoyable, quirk. Once, when he was feeling particularly clever, he made her dress up like a pre-adolescent girl, while he drove around the block a few times molesting her with his hands before going home to make passionate love. And another time, when she and Ward had been helping daddy do some inventorying at the butcher shop, he'd gotten her alone in the back room and had screwed her on the cutting block, all bloody from the previous day's work.
But then, there were some ways that Ward could also be an absolute prude when it came to sex. Like Frenching, for instance. One of her friends, and a former cheerleader like herself, Patty Higgins, had 'sixty-nined' with positive regularity, some of the better known players on the high school football team. But try as she might, the always curious Mikki had never been able to get her handsome athlete husband to try it. "Cocks and pussies are for sex," he'd told her, " ... mouths are for talking and eating." Oh, pooh!
Mikki's free hand found her breasts again then, as she arched her lower body still farther up out of the sudsy bath water. She could feel her now prolifically flowing cuntal secretions trickling down into the shallow crevice that separated her firm upper thighs from the smooth and quivering moons of her milk-white buttocks. "Fuck!" she hissed aloud, rolling the lewd word on her tongue like a sweet and forbidden candy. "Co c k ... c u n t ... suck ... asshole!" She didn't know why saying those words out loud, though of necessity not too loud, gave her such pleasure, but she guessed that it might have something to do with the role of 'dutiful daughter' she'd been more or less coerced into playing all her life, particularly now that she was temporarily back home again. It wasn't easy being daddy's little girl after four years of marriage ... and sex!
Slowly, agonizingly, she slipped another slender finger up into her too-long neglected vagina to join the other one busily churning her belly to a virtual sexual froth. Oh, God, Ward! ... One day well join your swap club! In and out, in and out, faster and faster, her fingers" sliced into the softly yielding flesh of her cunt. In and out ... in and out... Oh, Christ, if I could only go a little deeper, I could - her passion-glazed green eyes fell suddenly on an!' object resting against the wall between the tub; and the toilet; the long-handled plastic back-scrubbing brush! Oh God, what she couldn't do with that!
The frustrated twenty-three year of housewife's pink-nailed fingers continued to tweak and pinch lewdly at the distended nipples of her alabaster breasts as the hand that had just been between her legs now strained for the scrub brush. Then, grasping it firmly above the bristles, she plunged it into the water and began worming the cool plastic length of the handle obscenely up into her passion-slick vaginal sheath until almost half of its red-painted length was sunk deep between her trembling white thighs. Then, without hesitating, the moaning young blonde began pumping the bath brush in and out of her hungering vagina, watching her soft coral pussy lips turn inward around the smooth polished handle on the in-stroke, and then cling wetly to it as it pulled back out. It was wicked and wrong ... and beautiful! "Fuck," she repeated. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She closed her eyes and pretended that she was already in Ward's little swap club. She imagined that she was undergoing some kind of ritualistic initiation, where she was being fucked by the biggest cock in the club, a cock that belonged to somebody truly evil ...like her former classmate, Barry Trimble. Oh, God, no! ... not that! she panicked, immediately forcing the lewd picture from her mind. Well, and look what had happened to him - selling dope now to high school kids! Still, her mind rambled on, imagining ever more lusty postures, and ever more wicked sex partners. She wanted more. She wanted to do something truly awful!
Quickly, she flipped over on her knees in the bathtub, and bracing the bristled end of the scrub brush firmly between her slender calves, she reinserted it into the eagerly sucking mouth of her aching pussy. "Oh, yess! ... that's it!" She envisioned herself a lowly slave girl, kneeling before her cruel and sadistic master ... or that she was being loaned by that master to a visiting sheikh or wicked caliph. "Sperm ... cunt ... jism. .. whore... "
She rocked back and forth on trembling knees in the wildly slapping bathwater, surprised at how much of the red-painted brush handle she could absorb up between her legs. She could feel the juices in her warmly seeping cunt begin td, build to a light and syrupy froth as she chanted in masochistic delirium, "Oh yes, Master!' l hope I please you, Master!"
Supporting herself on her elbow, then, the lewdly kneeling blonde raked her pink. fingernails across the ripe, hanging mounds of her breasts, leaving faint red-trails on their alabaster whiteness. She could feel the spiked out points of her nipples grazing the warm soapy water of the tub, as one hand sneaked back to caress the obscenely raised firmness of her ass-cheeks. Tenderly, Mikki began to work a single slender middle finger into the tightly puckered opening of her own anus, careful not to tear her resisting nether flesh on her long fingernails. Gradually, it sank in to the second knuckle. "OOOoooh, God ... that's so good Master!" she crooned, still submerged in her lust-provoking fantasy.
Her finger sank in to the palm of her hand and began to parody the in and out motions of the brush handle fucking into her cunt below Her mind flew on to other fancies. She was a poor Jewish girl in a Nazi joy camp; she was a Pike Street prostitute. Her melon-like breasts danced and swayed in obscene cadence in the roiling bathwater. She was cumming ... ! The waves of self-induced orgasm were rolling over her helplessly kneeling body, convulsing her naked belly and dominoing outward over her flesh until, weak with passion, Mikki almost collapsed down into the soapy bathwater.
"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhh!!! Oh, God, yesssss!" she panted. "Fuck me ... FUCK ME!" And she jammed the red-handled bath brush tighter up into her crazily spasming vagina as her slender frame trembled and shook and her mind swam with the force of her climax.
Gradually, her body began to relax, her belly quivering in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss. The pseudo-cocks in her cunt and anus left her body, and she turned back around in the tub. It was fun imagining all those wild and wonderful things, but she knew she'd never really be unfaithful to her wonderful young husband ... not for a good many years.
As the satisfied young housewife began to scrub her still passion-reddened shoulders and back with the brush that had just fucked her cunt, she heard her parents once again shouting at each other down in the living room.
"Goddamn it, Helen, I'm going to call the cops!"
"Oh Ted, please, be reasonable! I'll bet you ten dollars Jacqui went to the movies or something with Polly Tanaka. She's only been gone a couple of hours, and after the way you treated her at dinner, I can't say I blame her, either!"
* * *
The wind chopped waters along Lake Washington's western shore tipped silver in the moonlight that filtered down through an opening in the clouds. The rain had slackened, but the tall Douglas fire that surrounded the Seward Park parking lot wept steadily, the moisture that had accumulated on several low hanging branches dripping pingingly on the roof of the sleek black Lincoln Continental parked at the farthest end. It was the only car present that dismal Tuesday night.
"It's kind of spooky, isn't it?" Jacqui said. Artie Jordan, his hand still on the ignition where he'd just finished turning off the motor, blinked nervously at the provocatively stripping teenager sharing the front seat with him. He watched her unbutton and remove her sweater, staring glumly at the enticing sight of her ripe young breasts swelling out above the pink-lace cups of her tiny brassiere. He watched her fold the sweater neatly, drape it over the back of the car seat, then reach behind her to unfasten the catches on her brassiere. She rarely wore one at all, but she had that night ... just for added enticement!
"Hey, listen, kid," the gangster's henchman swallowed dryly. "M-Maybe we shouldn't oughta be doing this."
"Are you scared?" she teased. "A big tough man like you, scared of a little girl?"
Her little pink brassiere came away then, revealing the succulent firmness of her pointed, virginal breasts. "Do you like my titties?" she asked.
Artie felt his cock stiffen in his pants, and his hands clench tightly on the rim of the steering wheel.
She smiled seductively at him, tossing her head back in an effort to get her wildly flowing mane of golden hair out of her eyes. "I'm still a cherry," she said. "Doesn't that turn you on?"
Still a cherry! Man, that punk-ass son of the boss'sure don't take after his old man!
Laying the lacy brassiere on top of the folded sweater, Jacqui began to undo the zipper that ran down the side of her short plain miniskirt. Her heart pounded frantically with determined excitement as she slipped the skimpy skirt down over her trim hips and pulled it off her feet. God, what a hot little number! Artie choked dryly.
She was down to her pantyhose and shoes then, her full-mounded young breasts rising and falling heavily with her breathing. He could see the sparse golden curls of her pussy hair poking lewdly out around the edges of her thin nylon panty-crotchband underneath her pantyhose. "Here," she said helpfully, taking his hand and guiding it between her slightly parted thighs. "Feel me. Feel how hot I am ... for you!"
The perspiring, hatchet-faced con-man rubbed his shaking hand firmly over her nylon-smooth upper thighs, his long steely forgers brushing up against her panty-covered vagina. "Y-You're wet!"
"Of course I am, silly! Just like you're all big' and hard!" She reached between his legs then,' rubbing his reluctantly stiffened penis once again. "What's you name, man?"
"A-Artie. Artie Jordan."
She fumbled with the catch on his fly,, managed to work it down, and then reached inside to grasp the lust-thickened shaft of his penis through the thin cotton barrier of his shorts. God, he's big! she thought, wondering for a minute if she really ought to go through with this obscene plan to get back at her boy friend. Then, deciding that she should, the brazen fifteen year old ground her own pelvis up to his probing fingers, and reaching inside the opening of his shorts, brought his swollen penis out into view. It was thin, but long. Very long - a couple of inches longer than her boy friend's Jeff's, at least. Slowly, voluptuously, she began to work its thin covering of foreskin up and down over the pulsing hot shaft knotted with lust-engorged veins and blood vessels. She felt a warm web of something sticky leaking from its inflamed tip, and smeared it lovingly over the fat head with the palm of her hand. "Does that feel good, Artie?"
"Oh, man! Are you sure you're a cherry, girl?"
"MMMHmm, but I've been jacking guys off since I was thirteen, and I've been fingered and dry humped by so many guys I couldn't name them all." Then, giggling; "My daddy's a butcher, so I guess you could say I've been around meat all my life!" Her fingers gripped him a little tighter, stroking up and down his wildly throbbing penis with a smooth practiced rhythm. She noticed a bump then, just behind the coronal rim on the back of his cock, and asked, "What's this?" at the same time flicking it lightly with her thumbnail.
"That's my little built-in 'tickler'," he gasped, smiling. "It's a mole."
"MMMmmm, that's nice, Artie," she breathed conspiratorially. "Would you like to fuck me with your mole now?"
She stared at him hopefully in the half-light of the moon filtering through the rain streaked windshield. He was so swarthy that it was difficult to tell how old he was, but she guessed, correctly, that he was somewhere in his early thirties. It would serve all of them right, she mused, if she lost her cherry in the back seat of a car to a greasy looking third string gangster with a mole on his cock! "Please, Artie?"
The word jail bait fused in Artie's confused brain, but things had gone too far to stop now. Christ, she was actually begging for it! And why shouldn't he? If that Trimble kid was too stupid to prune his own rosebush, it wasn't his goddamn fault! And wasn't Jeff's old man fucking around with his own of lady at that very moment? "You better take off your pantyhose, then."
Abruptly, the young high schooler released the long, spearing cock in her hand, and deftly began to unbuckle the ankle straps of her mod looking black patent platform sandals. Quickly, she removed them, and raising her trim, boyish buttocks up off the car seat, peeled off her pantyhose and her bikini panties in a swift motion, pulling her knees back nearly to her naked breasts as she stripped everything from her feet. Then, in equal haste, she gathered up her removed garments except for the trench coat and stuffed the entire pile under the front seat of the car.
"What are you doing that for?"
"Dummy! Haven't you ever done anything with a girl in a car before?"
"Yeah, sure, but-"
"If a cop comes along, all I have to do is put on my trench coat and everything's groovy, see?"
She bent back down and began to put her shoes back on. "I know you're going to ask, so I'll save you the trouble. If a cop does come along, I'd look pretty ridiculous sitting here in a trench coat, barefooted!"
She refastened the thin black ankle straps and holding her feet primly together, wiggled her long toes. "Aren't they wicked looking? My dippy brother-in-law bought them for me for my fifteenth birthday at the Crop 'n' Saddle. I think he got them for a joke, but I think they're cool ... better than that stupid Barbie Doll they got me two years ago, anyway."
Artie looked down at her long, narrow feet. It was the first time he had noticed her patent leather shoes, and they were, indeed, wicked looking. They reminded him of some of the bizarre footwear he'd seen in those sexual bondage magazines in the arcades along First Avenue. The soles were built up, and the heels were at least four-and-a-half, maybe five, inches high, with thin crisscrossing ankle straps. A crazy thrill shot through him.
"Get in back!" he ordered, beginning to take the initiative. "Kneel up over the back of the seat, facing the rear window!"
Thrilled now that her 'lover' had finally begun to show his masculinity, Jacqui Potter clambered over the seat to the back, and positioned herself as ordered. "Like this?" she asked, salaciously wiggling her naked white buttocks back at him. "Are you going to fuck me dog-style?"
He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was excited at the prospect of losing her virginity in something other than the customary missionary position. "Yeah, any objections?"
"Oh, God, no!" she wiggled. "You can fuck me any way you'd like!"
Artie quickly joined the young temptress in the back seat of the car, dropping his slacks to his knees and pressing the tapering red length of his penis into the quivering crevice between her white ass-cheeks. He rubbed slowly, arching his back up over hers so that the sparse hairs on his chest tickled against her shoulder blades. His hands slipped beneath her to grasp and squeeze the ripely pointed fruit of her breasts dangling downwards. Beyond the face of her youth and loveliness, his mind tripped lewdly over the inspiring thought that the father of this little girl's boy friend was doing similar things to his own hot little bitch of a wife Rita. Rita was an absolute whore, but there was nothing Artie liked better than to fuck her when her cunt ... or asshole ... was all thick and creamy with another man's sperm.
"Finger-fuck me first, so I'll be all nice and wet for you!"
God, this little brat was too fuckin' much! If she was this wild now, imagine what she would be like ten years from now, when she got to be Rita's age!
With vicious abandon, Artie shoved not one, but two long fingers up into Jacqui's lewdly squirming vagina, reveling in the lewd smoothness of her soft tight inner flesh. And it was tight ... my God, was it tight!
"OOOooooh, yesss, Artie! It feels so goooood!"
He raked the nail of his thumb across the hotly distended bud of her adolescent clitoris, and hunched his pounding cock unceasingly in the lust-dampened crack between her clenching ass-cheeks.
It was only a minute or two before the easily aroused Jacqui moaned, "Oh, Artie, now! I-I'm soooo ready!"
Jacqui rested her cheek on the back of the warm leather seat, inhaling deeply of its rich aroma. It was a far cry from the scratchy plastic of Jeff's Volkswagen, or her father's six year old Chevy station wagon. She wondered what it would be like to be rich - to not have to worry about what anything cost or what anyone else thought of you.
"Okay, you horny little bitch. You want it, you put it in yourself!"
God, if you were rich - really rich, not just well-to-do - you could probably hire people to have sex with; any way you wanted ...,and any time!
"I said put it in!"
Reaching back obediently between her slightly spread legs, Jacqui grasped the considerable length of Artie's pulsing hard cock and guided it right up to her excitedly quivering pussy. She parted her desire-moistened pubic curls with its huge hot flint-shaped head, flinching at the electric contact it made with her tender clitoris, and positioned it at the very entrance to her tiny virginal cunt. Immediately, he began a steady upward pressure, feeling her resisting interior flesh part reluctantly before him.
When she married Jeff - and she was determined to marry Jeff - they would be rich, and have servants, and she'd make them fuck her. A butler, and a gardener, and a chauffeur ... a big, black chauffeur ... and she'd wear wicked shoes and see-through gowns and lots of jewelry, and - and then she felt the very real pain of the moment as Artie Jordan drove his lust-engorged penis hard up into her cherry-tight little cunt.
"AAA aaaaauuuuugggghhhhh! ! ! ! Y-You're tearing me, your thing is too big! Oh God! Oh, take it out! TAKE IT OUT ... !"
God! Artie's mind exploded in blood-lust. It's like trying to fuck a beachball, she's so tight! Still, he pressed on into her futilely protesting vagina. His eyes were actually glassy by now with lascivious excitement as, despite his own discomfort, he began to enjoy the idea that he was hurting this sassy little teenager. "Well, Miss Madness, how do you like having a man take care of you for a change, instead of them pimple-face high school kids?"
"Oh, it hurts ... it huuuuurrrrtssss!" Jacqui sobbed, realizing that she had grossly underestimated the power of this man she'd thought she had wrapped around her finger. "Please take it out ... please!"
"Not on your life, baby!" he growled and twitched his punishing penis another inch up between her thighs from behind. He was little more than halfway in, but he could feel the tender, sensitive membrane of her hymen stretched to its innermost limits, beginning to tear a little. He pushed harder and felt the fragile tissue part around his thick bulbous cock-head flexing itself deeper and deeper into her hot tight womb.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God--" she began to chant on the verge of hysterics, wriggling and twisting in a vain attempt to free herself of the painful intruder riding her back.
In a rash of meanness, Artie grabbed both her slender arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back, gripping them in one hand while he began to slap her straining buttocks with the other. His sex-crazed penis was about to explode with sadistic excitement. His balls churned, his whole body broke into a drenching sweat, and he was in! All the way into her virginal belly with his rock-hard rod of flesh, as her face mirrored the pain and her voice choked in her throat.
Her cheek resting against the soft leather back of the car seat as her only support, the sobbing teenage girl bit her lips against Artie's painful assault. She could feel his brutal penis ripping lance-like up into the untouched innermost recesses of her virginal cunt as a thin warm trickle of blood began to mix with their combined secretions to drip down the soft inner flesh of her thighs. She felt tender and ravage and raped, but she was determined to beg no more for Artie to stop. It was all her own damn fault, she reasoned with a sudden burst o insight, and she wished to God now that she'd never made him drive into Seward Park in the first place. There was no stopping him now, and there was no way she could prevent him from' doing whatever he wanted to her. Oh God, it. hurt! ... A deep, searing hurt, like someone had shoved a hot poker up inside of her!
"You like that, bitch?" Artie gurgled brokenly, slapping her lushly wavering buttocks once again. "You like fucking gangsters?"
Jacqui bore up stoically, though unable to give him a reply for fear of sobbing out her heartfelt agony if she were to so much as open her mouth. She felt numb, and dirty, and abused - all at the same time. She was aware that he was slapping her on the buttocks, but the pain inside of her was so infinitely more acute as to render anything else he might have chosen to do to her unimportant. His long hard cock was sunk in so deep she felt like it was going to keep right on going till it came out her throat. But then, oddly, after seemingly endless minutes, the pain began to slacken a little, and she became increasingly aware of her stinging buttocks, until finally she felt the con-man's hands scoop under her to her breasts again, squeezing and caressing in time to his ever increasing tempo of fucking. She became numb throughout her entire pelvic area, then subtly, every third or fourth stroke or so, there seemed to be a faint flicker of pleasure, a tingling, vibrant thrill that raced to her heart. And with those initial thrills, Jacqui Potter began to respond, her slavishly postured white buttocks slicking back on the impaling presence of Artie's slippery penile flesh.
"Gettin' good to ya, chick?" he teased,; rasping. "You like the way it feels, little girl?" She was perspiring slightly, and her naked legs were beginning to stick to the warm leather of the car seat. But then, with a sickening thrill, she remembered that the leather had once belonged to an animal. She was wedged in it . .. wallowing in it!
"Oh, God, man ... fuck me!" she hissed, baring her even white teeth in a lewd grimace. "Fuck me to death!"
With brutal, cunt-plumbing thrusts, Jason', Trimble's hatchet man began to rifle into her newly initiated vaginal orifice, flexing his rock-hard staff deep within her as he battered and pushed against her delicate cervix. For long, delicious minutes he kept up his frantic pace, knowing that his own release was close at hand, but fighting desperately against it in an effort to prolong the thrill of taking this blonde teenager's virginity. Jacqui writhed and bucked; beneath him like a mad-woman now, loving'' every searing and wicked inch of him deep inside her body. She could feel their combined,; secretions, along with a faint smattering of blood, trickle down the soft ivory columns o her inner thighs. She could feel his prickly pubic hair tickling her tiny unprotected anus, and his hairy, drum-tight balls swinging upwards to slap against her swollen clitoris. She felt as stuffed a one of those long sausages that hung in her father's meat shop.
Artie could see the thin film of perspiration that glistened along the lightly boned ridge of her back as he raised his upper torso, gripped her tightly by the narrow waist, and began to hammer his aching cock home with long, smooth and practiced strokes. Damn, what a luscious little piece of tail she was! So young, so clean, so tight! He dropped his hands to her abdomen, and squeezing, he found the satiny warm flesh resilient as it ridged whitely between his grasping fingers.
"How is it now, sugar?"
God! What heavenly bliss! Jacqui had never, in her remotest dreams, imagined that such delicious sensations could come from fucking a man. Why, she wondered, why have I waited so long? "Oh, man, Artie ... y-you can fuck me any time you want!"
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden fringed cuntal slit expanding even further to receive the long hard penis fucking up into her now-hungry vagina. Her hands, freed now, reached back between the tapering ivory columns of her thighs to cup and fondle his swaying, prickly-haired balls. Then, in deeply thrilling excitement that rippled in overwhelming waves through her nakedly kneeling body, she knew she was there!
No need to hold back now! Artie reasoned as he slammed his lust-bloated rod of flesh deep into her quivering belly. She's cumming like a fountain! He felt his white-hot load of semen amassing in his balls as he continued to grind upward between the now churning cheeks of her buttocks. He was ready with his own climax, and with harshly kneading hands, he cupped the rounded firmness of her extreme upper thighs, pounding his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her newly-opened cunt!
In her ecstasy, Jacqui felt a new sweet pain growing warmly in her insides as the head of Artie's deeply sunken cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. Then, thickly, it began to spurt! She could feel the maddeningly hot liquid shooting into her in long hard squirts, again and again, until she began to feel as if someone had turned on a garden hose inside her. The very pores of her cuntal walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured response, spilling her own heated orgasmic secretions into the already cum-flooded cavern of her torn pussy.
It was fantastic! No words could describe it! She was about to go out of her mind with erotic enchantment! Dear God, let it go on forever ... !
She continued with both hands to caress and milk his spending balls, her body spasming helplessly as his massive cock continued to squirt out its completion. Thick viscid jets of male cum streamed from its tip in great blissful gushes, overflowing her tightly-locked cunt lips at the base of it, until it offered one final convulsive spurt, the last few drops drained from it, and both of them tingled in the glow of satiation. Then, gradually, it softened a little and began to slip from her body, releasing still more of its obscene nectar to trickle down her legs and onto the leather car seat.
Artie Jordan, exhausted, fell back on his haunches. "T-That was beautiful, kid!" he stammered breathlessly.
Jacqui reached down between her legs to feel the blood-and-sperm-slickened triangle of her pubic mound. "oh, gicky-poo!" she winced. "Let me have your handkerchief so I can sop up this mess!"
Artie, still panting heavily, handed her his hanky. "That was really beautiful!" he repeated. "It was ugly!" she returned curtly, swabbing the slippery juices between her thighs. "Ugly, and dirty, and sordid ... " Then, looking back at him over her shoulder, her green eyes twinkling mischievously and her nose crinkling,
the fifteen year old blonde broke into an infectious grin...... And I loved every fucking minute of it!"
Chapter 4
Wednesday morning began as one of those autumnal rarities in the Pacific northwest - a sunny day. Ted Potter, oblivious to the golden glow filtering through the kitchen curtains, sat at the kitchen table, rubbing his face with his hands. He'd been up late the night before, and he'd done a lot of drinking.
"What time did your sister finally come in last night, Mikki?"
Mikki Chalmers, his eldest daughter, was breaking the last of several eggs into a skillet. "I thought you waited up for her."
"I-I fell asleep about one-thirty or so," he straightened his face and winced behind his first painful sip of steaming black coffee. "Where's your mother?"
"She's on the telephone in the living room, Daddy."
"Helen, get your ass off the phone and come in here," the distraught butcher bellowed. "Seems like your little angel didn't feel like coming home last night!" Then he turned his attention back to his older daughter. "Mikki, look down under the sink there and see if there ain't a bottle of rock 'n rye. I've gotta put a little life in this coffee, or I don't think I'll be able to get it down ... Helen, goddamn it!"
"Don't shout, Daddy, please. The twins are still sleeping!"
Ted Potter took another agonizing sip of his hot coffee, watching his married daughter bend from the waist to search under the sink for his "private stock." He'd long since given up any guilt feelings he might have had about appreciating her body now that she was "all growed up," and smiled appreciatively at the way her buttocks tautened beneath her jeans as she stooped. "Who the hell can your mother be gabbing on the horn with at this time of morning?" Yessir, she might be his daughter, but she had one fine ass!
"It's Mrs. Simpson, I think ... Here's you whiskey, but it doesn't look like there's much left, Daddy." _
"That's okay, bring it here."
Ted poured the last dregs of the liquor into his cup. "June Simpson, huh? Don't tell me that bastard assistant of mine's down with the flu again... HELEN!"
He took a long refreshing pull at his coffee, savoring the brightened flavor imparted by the rock and rye. He looked at the clock over the stove, checking it against his own watch. Damn, eight-thirty already, and I've got to be at the bank at ten to see if I can't get that bastard Trimble his thousand bucks!
Helen appeared at the doorway then, and she appeared to be visibly shaken.
"What's the matter, Mama? You look like you've seen a ghost ... d-did something happen to Jacqui?"
"No," Helen returned slowly, "Jacqui called earlier to tell me she'd spent the night at Polly's."
"Well, what is it then, goddamn it, Helen?"
"I-It''s Bill Simpson. Someone tried to run him down with a car when he got to the shop this morning!"
* * *
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but we can't let you have that much money on your signature. You see, according to your past payment records, we-"
"Goddamn it, you let me speak to the manager!"
The woman who sat across the desk from him, fiftyish and dour in expression, glared at him reproachfully. "I am the manager of the loans department!"
"Okay, lady, let me speak to your boss then!" She fumbled with some neatly arranged papers on her desk then, producing a folder with his name on it. Clipped to the outside of the folder was a handwritten note. "Mr. Paris is gone for the week, Mr. Potter, but he clipped this note to your folder after you called yesterday afternoon, and it's rather explicit. Would you like me to read it to you?"
Ted fidgeted nervously in his chair. "What's it say?"
"It says that you can draw no more than five-hundred on your signature at this time. You see, your February and March payments on your place of business still have outstanding late charges, and our policy is-"
"Damn your goddamn policy, how much can you give me on collateral?"
"You needn't get angry, Mr. Potter, I'm only trying to do my job!"
"What kind of loan can you give me on collateral?"
"That would depend on what you were offering for collateral, Mr. Potter."
Ted's round face pinched in concentration. What the hell could he offer for collateral that wasn't mortgaged, second-mortgaged, or already in hock? The car? Hell, it's a miracle it's still running! He glanced expectantly at her face, then down at her name plate-Loretta King. "Is there any other way, Miss King?" he smiled sheepishly.
'Mrs. King," she corrected, amused by his sudden change of tone. Then - "Possibly. Maybe we could refinance something for you and let you have the difference in cash."
Christ, what a predicament! Fifty-four years old, had his own business for twelve years now and couldn't come up with a measly thousand dollars! He'd completely cleaned out their savings to get the two grand he already had waiting for Trimble.
Mrs. King flipped through several pages of his file, until something finally caught her eye. "You purchased a new walk-in freezer unit about eighteen months ago, Mr. Potter?"
He nodded glumly.
"Well, I think we could extend your contract for another two years on it, and let you have the balance in cash."
"How much cash, Mrs. King?"
"Fifteen hundred dollars."
A smile crossed his lips. "You bet! Draw up the papers, Mrs. King!"
She marked the appropriate page in the folder with a paper clip and set it aside. "Fine, Mr. Potter. You can come in Monday and sign the papers and we'll let you have your fifteen hundred-"
"Monday!"
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Potter? You look pale."
"I-I've got to have it by tomorrow morning at the latest!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. Mr. Paris won't be back until Monday, and he has to approve all loans over five hundred dollars."
"But this is an emergency!"
"It said on your original loan application that the money was to be used for household repairs. I'm certain your roof won't collapse before Monday, Mr. Potter!"
"C-Can I still get the five hundred on my signature?"
"Certainly, Mr. Potter. Now, about our policy-"
Ted Potter walked out into the brightness of a rapidly clouding day. That fuckin' Trimble was just going to have to take the original twenty-five hundred or lump it ... he hoped.
* * *
The lights were still burning at eight p.m. in the offices of the Trans-Pacific Import Company. Jason Trimble, unusually calm under the circumstances, eyed his number two man speculatively.
"She's here, Artie," he smiled.
"Yeah, boss. And, she's lookin' pretty as a picture!"
Jason, rubbing his thickening cock beneath his slacks, cleared his throat. "She really went to a mission school, huh?"
"Yeah, boss, back in the Philippines. Benny met her through one of them swinger's magazines - you know, where people write in for guys to fuck their of ladies an' stuff?"
"What the hell was she running an ad in something like that for?"
"Aw, she ain't so fuckin' bright, boss. She thought it was some kind of pen-pal deal for nudists."
"She does speak English, doesn't she?"
"Better 'n Benny does, boss!"
"Send her in, Artie. Send the little lady in! I want to meet the brand new wife of one of my best men!"
Using the time Artie was gone from the room, Jason unzipped his fly and brought his thickening cock out into the open. It was truly enormous, and he was proud of the fact that he knew of only one bigger - Benko's, and he was out on an errand. He skinned the thick wealth of uncircumcised foreskin back and forth lewdly, enjoying the silken feel of its burgeoning girth. The tender, desire-inflamed slit in the tip opened slightly with his squeezing, and a thin trickle of pre-coital fluid began to ooze from it, dangling like a single silver tear.
"Here she is, boss. Signed, sealed and delivered!" Artie said as he escorted a diminutive dark-haired girl into the room.
Breath-taking! was the word that fused in Trimble's mind. An absolute oriental angel! "Come over here, my dear, so I can get a better look at you!" She was so innocent looking ... yet somehow exotic, a very fascinating creature indeed!
The frail frightened girl teetered precariously on the unaccustomed height of the high heels she was wearing, yet, even with them on, she stood only a scant inch or so above five feet. She reminded Trimble of a tiny child playing grown-up. "Over here, in front of my desk, Tina dear," he instructed hoarsely, "and stand under the light."
Artie Jordan closed the door softly behind her as Benny Mendez' bride entered the room, then locked it, turning to face his leering employer. "What'd I tell you, boss? Ain't she somethin'?"
Jason, scrutinizing the lovely young girl standing beneath the harsh bare light bulb dangling from a naked cord in front of his desk, swallowed tightly. "She is indeed, Artie m'boy!"
"Ol' Benny's been doing a little trans-Pacific importin' on his own, eh boss?" Artie chuckled o his own amusement.
"And quality merchandise at that, Artie baby!
The frightened young girl trembled before Trimble's scrutinizing gaze. Benny had bought her a pretty new dress for the occasion - a spaghetti-strap black mini made of crepe. It was sexy, but she felt that Jason's eyes - cold black eyes - were looking right through it. And, what was he doing beneath his desk that was causing his arm to jerk up and down like that?
"Why don't you welcome the little lady to he 'family,' Artie?" Jason leered. "Let her now where she stands around here."
"With pleasure, boss," her lecherous new other-in-law panted, stepping quickly behind her. "You want me to hurt her?"
Jason nodded evilly, his hand never ceasing its voluptuous churning.
Artie grabbed her slender arm and forced it painfully behind her back. "On your knees, itch! Show a little respect for the boss there!"
"Owww!" she protested feebly, but compliantly. "Y-You are hurting me!"
"Slap her face, Artie. I didn't hear anybody tell her she could complain!"
In a swift motion, Artie was standing before e cowering young female, jerking her head back by the hair with one hand, the other coming up to slap her face, returning with a tooth jarring backhand. Instantly. he felt a rippling thrill in the head of his rising cock "Let's hurt her real bad, boss, " he wheeze asthmatically. "Let's fuck her up real good!"
Deep inside, Artie Jordan had always been sadist. Since his first adolescent experiences wit the weaker sex, he'd enjoyed forcing women t his will, degrading them and humiliating them a every opportunity. For him, even sex itself w second in pleasure to the tormenting an suffering he liked to bestow on the hapless recipients of his lust. Hell, the only reason hadn't taken a belt to the ass of that little slut last night was because she was going with t boss's son. He raised his hand to strike Ti again.
"Okay, that's enough, Artie."
"Aw, gee, boss-"
"I said, that's enough!"
Reluctantly, Artie released the cringing brunette.
"Now go sit down!"
Tina, her face beginning to puff slightly when she'd been struck on the cheeks, blinked he horrified fear at her new brother-in-law as Art took a chair on the other side of the room Jason, rising, scratched his chin in thought. I truth, he probably would have enjoyed seep Artie work her over, but then, Benny was pretty good enforcer whenever he could keep his mind off the ladies, and she was, after all, Benny's wife. It took time to break in a new guy, time Jason couldn't spare with a new trial coming up for his oldest son, and he didn't want to completely alienate a long and valued employee by physically injuring his new wife. A couple of slaps on the ass, maybe, and a little cock-sucking certainly, but nothing like Artie probably had in mind. Hell, if that's what he'd wanted, he wouldn't have sent Toad out collecting tonight. When it came to fucking 'em up, the nasty fat giant took a back seat to nobody!
"What do you think of my penis, Tina?" Benny Mendez' frightened young bride could only blink her astonishment at the size of 'Trimble's cock approaching her from around the desk. Her husband Benny's stubby penis was bigger than she'd imagined any man's could possibly be - but, compared to Jason Trimble's - por Dios!
"I-It's so beeg, Mr. Trimble!"
Trimble was standing directly before her then, 's jutting cock on the same level as, and mere inches from, her angelic face. "Touch it, Tina. eel my prick."
Timidly, she encircled its enormous thickness with her tiny hand, her fingers not quite meeting round it. Hopefully, she peeled the thickened covering of loose skin back down over its flushed red head, leaving it sleek and naked. She realized that resistance was futile, and hoped that she might charm the deceptively handsome' gangster into showing her a little mercy. After all, he had spared her from that gruesome Artie - her own brother-in-law! "D-Do you want me to suck him, Mr. Trimble?"
"Lick it first, Tina. Like a great big meat-flavored lollipop!"
Hesitating a moment to mentally cross herself, the captive bride leaned forward, holding his obscenely seeping cock by its pulsing base, and placed a lewd wet kiss on its bulbous tip with her lushly pursed red lips. The taste of him was slightly bitter and strong, but the man was clean, unlike her husband's usually sweaty smell. The rubbery blood-filled head glided smoothly over her lips as she opened her mouth to lap at it with her tiny pink tongue. She was no stranger to cock-sucking, but Benny had been the only one she'd ever had any kind of sex with, and that had only been for the past three weeks. It was new and strangely exciting to be licking her husband's boss's penis.
"You'd better stop now, Tina, I don't want my legs to buckle under me."
Almost reluctantly, the kneeling girl leaned back on her haunches.
Trimble found his way back to his chair
"Take your-dress off, Tina. You realize I've been letting you lick my prick and I haven't even seen your ass?"
"Hey, boss, what about me?"
"Shut up, Artie! ... Beautiful, Tina, beautiful! Now, get back down on your knees and crawl over here under the desk and I'll let you finish what you started."
Crawl! Madre de Dios!
The now naked young girl inched forward on her knees, her small but smoothly formed breasts jiggling with her forward motions. The waist-length wealth of her raven black hair swept the floor on either side of her face as she dipped her head under the edge of the desk and inched the final distance to Jason's powerful cock. God, it was big!
Christ! Trimble's hawk-faced lieutenant fidgeted in his chair, a room's width away from one of the most lust-inciting scenes he'd witnessed in a long time. Just look at the way that little dimpled ass of hers quivers when she moves! His own hand found his cock then, and he began to rub it furiously through the thin material of his slacks. Man oh man! Fuckin' her is going to be something else!
"Now, take it in your mouth, Tina ... There's a good girl!" Jason Trimble's penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all the way into the back of Tina's slender sucking throat, tickling her, nearly causing her to gag on it. His hands gripped her cruelly by the hair, forcing her face up and down on his rigid flesh in a lewd pumping motion.
"How is it, boss?"
"She sucks like a dream, Artie. Smooth as silk! "
"You reckon she learned that in that mission school?"
Tina's dazed eyes focused on the long rod of lust-hardened male flesh emerging from the tangle of wiry salt-and-pepper pubic hair at its base, and disappearing from her line of vision as it stretched all the way past her parted lips and up into her open mouth. Now, her humiliation and degradation was complete. She was an adulteress in all but the most rigid technical terms. There was little use in trying to fight it.
"Suck, baby. Suck, suck, suck!" Jason commanded from high above her bobbing head. And, obediently, the sleek, golden-bodied girl began to do as she was bid, her lips nibbling tentatively on the shark-eyed man's cock, while she tried to accustom herself to ,the lewd and unnatural invasion of her mouth. In an effort to please him, and perhaps end her night of torment that much sooner, she began to swirl her saliva-wet tongue around and around the hotly pulsing glans.
"Man, you must have been born with a cock in your mouth, girlie!" Trimble wheezed lustily. "Your mouth feels just like honey!"
Slowly, the mob leader began to undulate his hips back and forth in the chair, thrusting with increasing force in and out of the wetly nursing cavity of her mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so that the tip of his bulging instrument of lust always remained buried within the confines of her warm wet oral cavern.
It's not so bad, Tina told herself. It doesn't stink like Benny's. And. anyway, if I don't do it, I'll just get another beating when I get home, like I got last night.
An unwilling spectator to this lewd tableau, Artie Jordan felt certain he was going to go out of his mind if he didn't get to do something ... and damned soon! Quickly, he unzipped his- fly and wrested his own swollen cock free of its protective coverings. God, just look at that little brown bitch eat cock!
Tina's mouth was gradually filling with saliva made slightly sticky from the steady flow of semen seeping prematurely from the tip of Trimble's lust-purpled penis. As she continued to work slave-like above his loins, she realized that she was more disappointed than anything else. After what her husband had told her about l this evening summons to the boss's office, she'd spent the entire day preparing herself mentally for a fucking, and had nearly convinced herself it might be a fun experience. But, now, she was reduced to giving this man all the pleasure and getting very little back for herself. Oddly, the very subservient posture he had forced her to assume, was kindling masochistic little responses in her naked abdomen, and, when she had satisfied him, there would be no guarantee that he would take the trouble to return the favor.
Trimble seemed to have little concern for anyone's pleasure but his own. He ran his long sensuous fingers into Tina's flowing hair and began to force her face up and down more violently on his hotly thrusting cock, precisely as if her delicate mouth were just another cunt into which he could spew his obscene sperm. His eyes traveled from the exquisite features of her little round face, noting with lewd delight the rapturous sparkle in her soft brown eyes, to the puddle of clothing lying where she'd left them in the middle of the plush wall-to-wall carpet when she began her crawl towards him.
Then, looking upwards, he noted with lewd satisfaction that his scrawny number two man had his hand wrapped around his own cock and was jerking hard, his bulging little pig eyes nearly popping out of his ugly skull as he watched the passion-fanning performance of the tiny dark-haired girl kneeling before his boss.
"Think she's pretty nice, eh, Artie?" Trimble chortled lewdly. "Or are you just doing your isometric exercises?"
Artie Jordan, on the verge of actually drooling, stared dumbly at the rounded firmness of his tiny sister-in-law's boyish buttocks peeking out from beneath the boss's massive wooden desk. He could see faint red welts marring the rippling succulence of her dusky golden flesh, where Benny had taken a strap to her ass. His eyes dropped to the wispy curls of nut-brown pubic hair peeking out beneath the juncture of her primly pressed thighs, framing the coraline slit of her vagina which was beginning to glisten with her mounting excitement. He watched her toes curl lustily beneath the wrinkled little pink soles of her feet, and listened to the moaning, heartfelt gurgles bubbling from her, suckling throat. And, God, she was so very small! Artie doubted that she weighed much over ninety pounds ... soaking wet!
Tina's mouth was filled to overflowing with a mixture of her own saliva and Trimble's copiously flowing sexual juices. Despite the long, deep gulps she swallowed down to keep from gagging, rivulets of the lewd penile moisture dripped from the corners of her mouth to run down the sides of his pulsing cock-shaft in steady streams. Her lips were stretched to their utmost capacity, yet, despite her discomfort. she was deeply thrilled at the level of corruption her captors were submitting her to against her will. It made her feel so malvado - so wicked.
Jason seemed to sense the change in the slavishly sucking girl's attitude, and knew he could not hold out much longer against that kind of mind-boggling pressure. Bizarre, obscene thoughts and fantasies danced in his head as he felt the tension in his balls build to an intolerable level. He tightened his grip in the girl's long dark hair, forcing her down harder on his crazily twitching penis. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to twist her face away when he started to cum, since he intended to make her humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot sticky sperm.
"Hey, boss," Trimble's furiously masturbating employee bellowed from across the room. "What about me!"
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth, Artie! You'll get your chance in a minute." There was a sudden ringing and pounding in Trimble's head as the flow of his cum began from deep within his semen-bloated testicles. The muscles of his abdomen went tight, contracting to send the heated load of his sperm roiling upward through its narrow channel, around and out of the tip of his cock in a fine powerful spray . , . deep into Tina's enveloping mouth, and far back into her throat!
His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to her tonsils and he held it there as he came. She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the roof of her still-sucking mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks - everywhere - as his sperm came out in a white-hot viscid stream which never seemed to end.
"Suck it, sugar, suck it!" he panted in his release. "You may be earning your old man a raise! "
The thick cream-like cum spewed into her from his wildly ejaculating penis, filling her mouth with what seemed to be gallons of his salty, lusty semen as she gasped frantically and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his perversely inspired cum.
"That's it, you little bitch! Eat it, eat it all!"
Tina choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but Trimble made no effort to pull his slowly deflating penis from her mouth. "Come on, baby ... lick me clean!" he jeered. "You're a long way from finished yet!"
Almost eagerly now, the aroused teenage bride of Jason's number three man began to lick him clean, her eyes sparkling with a strange glow as she blinked at him and smiled. Maybe, he thought, just maybe I'll go ahead and fuck her... later.
"Hey, boss!"
Yessir, she was going to make a fine addition to the 'family!"
"Okay, Tina, that's enough now. Now, I want you to crawl over to your new brother-in-law and do the same thing for him that you just did for me."
Tina winced, but only momentarily as she caught the look of command in Jason's sallow face. It was obvious that he wasn't joking.
Trimble watched her lush golden nakedness as she inched across the room on her hands and knees, towards Artie's waiting, strangely thin and mole-crowned cock. "By the time you're done with him, Tina, I should be ready for you again!" He watched her raise her sensually full lips in lewd homage to her brother-in-law's long tapering red cock, then slip her mouth over the bulge of his lust-crimsoned cock-head.
"Hey boss! We could keep this up all night long, couldn't we?"
Chapter 5
Mikki kicked her shoes off and lay back on the couch with her latest letter from Ward. The twins were down for their mid-morning nap; Mama was over at Polly Tanaka's trying to talk Jacqui into coming home, and Daddy wouldn't be home for lunch for another hour yet. It was a rare and pleasant event for her to have a moment to herself these days.
Dearest Mikki-
I wish I could say that I was sorry to tell you this, but it looks like we won't be able to complete our contract here! No kidding, darling - Brad Kingman, the new foreman, isn't too happy with all the shooting that's been starting to flare up and is seriously considering pulling out! I know we could use the good money and everything, what with my getting so few days in last winter, but these guys' own air force, has been bombing the national palace and, the way things are shaping up, there may not even be a government around to pay for this goddamn road when we're finished with it! Anyway, Brad's going to talk with some guys from the Moroccan Highways Committee tomorrow and see what they have to say about the whole thing. The rumor is that, if they don't agree to pay us at least fifty percent of the estimate in advance, we're going to stop work at El A din. If we do, I'll be home in less than three weeks!
Listen, honey, I've got to scramble. Remember, I love you and the twins more than anything else in this world, and miss you all something terrible! Give my best to your folks and Jacqui, and send us some of that good old Seattle rain if you can - it was a hundred and fifteen degrees here yesterday!
More later,
Ward
Ward might be coming home ... WARD MIGHT BE COMING HOME! Quickly, Mikki sat up straight on the couch and reread her engineer-husband's letter. A smile crossed her inaudibly moving lips when she got to the phrase - If we do, I'll be home in less than three weeks! Wow! She was on her feet then, rushing upstairs to wake the twins and tell them. They probably wouldn't understand, but she had to tell someone! Besides, it was almost time for their lunch anyway, and she still had to put something together for Daddy.
* * *
Ted Potter glanced nervously at the clock for the third time in as many minutes. It was nearly time to go home and he didn't want to aggravate Jason Trimble any more than he had to by making him wait on him. Still, he felt bad about leaving Bill to run the shop by himself, even if it was going to be for only an hour or so, what with his right hand all bandaged up where he'd cut it on some trash cans trying to dodge that car yesterday.
"You sure you'll be okay here by yourself, Bill?"
"No sweat, Mr. Potter. June's bringing my lunch down, so, if there's any problems she can give me a hand."
June Simpson. Ted was almost sorry he had to leave. She was sure a sexy little thing, and, sometimes, he could almost swear she was throwing herself at him whenever Bill wasn't around. God, how old was she now? She was just a kid out of high school when Bill started working for him eight years ago, so she must still be on the sunny side of thirty. Man, she was something else with that red hair and freckles ... and the biggest pair of breasts Ted had ever seen on a girl that young.
"Well, if you don't think you can handle it, Bill, just hang the out to lunch sign up until I get back."
"What?" Simpson returned good-naturedly. "And lose all that good business? Why, people oughta be flocking here from miles around to see the one-armed butcher!"
Ted slipped off his bloody work apron and draped it on a hook on the wall. He still had another ten minutes or so until he had to leave, but it was better to be early than late, and there was always the possibility of a traffic jam or something.
"We'll see you around one o'clock then, Bill."
"Yo, Mr. Potter!"
* * *
"Daddy, what's the matter?"
"Huh?"
"I just told you Ward might be coming home!"
"Oh yeah, great, Mikki. That's just fine." Ted hung his coat up hastily in the hall closet. "Listen, Mikki; I'm expecting a couple of guys on business any minute now. When they come, just tell 'em I'm in the den and you go on upstairs or something, will you? It's very private."
"What about your lunch, Daddy?"
"I-I'll eat it later."
Ted turned hurriedly on his heels and entered the den, crossing immediately to the well-stocked wall bar. Man, did he ever need a drink! Quickly, he poured out three fingers of Ol' Number Seven in an old fashioned glass, and wolfed them down in two hearty gulps. He was just starting to pour again, when he heard the front door chime, followed immediately by Mikki's soft voice - "Come in, gentlemen. Daddy's expecting you."
"Hello, Potter. Remember us?" Trimble said s he and his henchman strolled into the den. "Shut the door behind you, Trimble! I don't want my girl to hear what's going on!"
Jason nodded to his lumbering bodyguard and shut the door quietly behind them. "Nice place you got here, Potter. Real 'homey' like."
"Just sit down; Trimble, and I'll get you your goddamned money?"
Ted Potter, as shaky as a cat in a tree, felt even more miserable as he feared his bluffing show of bravado wasn't working. In truth he was scared witless, not only of Trimble's reputation and his gorilla bodyguard, but that the gang leader was in some way behind Bill Simpson's hair-raising experience the previous morning. He could feel their four eyes burning a hole in his back as he stooped to unlock the bottom drawer of the desk where he had his money hidden.
"Okay, Trimble," he choked, tossing the still-standing man a bundle of rubber-band fastened hundred dollar bills. "Now, get out of my house!"
"Hey, Mr. Trimble, you want I should break this punk bastard in half?"
"Just take it easy, Toad. And you, Potter, sit down and shut up while I count my money!" Defeated, Ted Potter slumped down onto a bar-stool and waited while the natty sharkskin-suited con man counted out the bundle of bills.
"There's only twenty-five hundred here, Potter!"
"T-That's what I owe you, Trimble."
"Unh-unh," Jason shook his head. "You owe me twenty-five hundred plus five hundred interest!"
"Now, look here, Tumble! I ain't made out of money, you know! I need more time to-"
"And I ain't made out of patience, Potter! Or, didn't you get the message we left you yesterday morning!"
Ted could feel the color draining from his face. "Y-you're the one who tried to kill my helper!" he stammered in a lower voice.
"Naw, that was just a lousy warnin' - " Benko interjected. "If we'd wanted to wipe 'im out, he'd be dead now."
"Shut up, Toad. Well, Potter?"
"I-I don't have it."
"How soon can you get it?"
"Not before Monday." Trimble, ashen-faced at his own momentary loss of control over Benko, scratched nervously at his jaw. Then, glancing at his watch; "I've got another appointment at two thirty. I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. I'll call you at your butcher shop at three. Be there." He spun on his heels, and, with his burly henchman at his rear, left the house.
As soon as they had gone, Ted spun around on the barstool facing the bar. He poured himself a drink, and then another. Then, he buried his face in his hands and fought the urge to weep. In a few minutes he heard the door open softly, and the quiet padding of feet across the floor. A hand touched his shoulder.
"Daddy? Your soup's getting cold."
* * *
"You sure you won't be needing me any more today, Mr. Potter?"
"Naw, things are pretty slow, Bill. You go on home and rest that hand up, we've got the County Health Inspector coming in tomorrow."
Simpson blinked wonderingly at his employer, failing to grasp the connection. Then, fearing Potter might have second thoughts, decided to take advantage of the situation. He'd worked for the man eight years, and it was the first time he'd ever been sent home early without a valid excuse. Hope the bastard isn't thinking about laying me off! "Well, I'll see you in the morning then, Mr. Potter."
Ted, sitting at the tiny desk shoved up against the wall behind the display case, looked up at his employee standing at the door with an expectant look on his face. "Yeah, sure, Bill. Tomorrow morning." Bill Simpson, shrugging into his jacket, nodded glumly and placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Bill?"
"Yeah, Mr. Potter?"
"You be careful now, you hear?" ' I
He watched Simpson get 'into the car with June and pull away from the curb with her driving. Then, he hung up the out to lunch sign and sat down to wait for Trimble's call. Three o'clock came. Five after three. At almost ten minutes after, the phone rang.
"H-Hello, Potter's Fine Meats ... ?"
"The price has gone up, Potter."
Up? Jesus Christ, he couldn't raise the five hundred he owed now! "H-How much?"
"I'm going to make it easy on you, Potter. Another thousand by Saturday, or-"
"You're out of your fucking mind, Trimble, I can't raise-"
"Shut your goddamn mouth and let me finish! "
There was a silence on the line then, as Ted Potter cleared his throat, fearing the worst. "Good, that's better. Now, I'm going to give you a chance to clear the slate, and it won't cost you another cent if you play ball!"
"I'm listening."
On the other end of the line Jason Trimble let his hand drop to the rising bulge in his trousers and began to rub it slowly. This was the part he liked best. "You know that cute little blonde trick that answered the door for us this afternoon when we came to see you?"
Potter could feel the bile rising in his throat. "Y-You mean my daughter, Mikki?"
"Yeah. I want her."
"Why you dirty son-of-a-bitch! I'll ... I'll kill you, you-"
"That's my price, Potter ... Think about it."
"I mean it, goddamn it! I don't care what happens, I'll ... I'll ... Trimble ... Hello ... Hello?"
Chapter 6
"What the hell is so funny about it?" Jeff barked confusedly. "Dad's guys are people, too!"
Jacqui took another drag from the marijuana cigarette and handed it back to her red-faced boy friend. Then, nearly gagging on the acrid smoke as she fought to hold it down against another sudden burst of giggles, she spewed it all out, filling the car with a pungent cloud. "I-I'm sorry, Jeff," she laughed, waving her hand in front of her face to clear the cloud away. "I just never thought of gangsters going to a drive-in movie!"
Jeff winced. "Hey, knock off that gangster crap, will you? My of man runs an import company!" He took a long hit off the weed in his hand and returned it to Jacqui, who refused with a shake of her head.
"I'm okay now," she said, fighting another outburst of laughter.
Jeff stared at her profile for a long moment in the dim light of the car. Her eyes, filmed over from the drug she had been smoking, stared blankly at the Mr. Magoo cartoon flickering on the screen between features. Her hair was slightly disheveled from their recent romp in the back seat, and she rested her head lazily against the headrest.
"Are you sure that's him?" she said finally. "Yeah, that's Benny. He's the only one that drives the 'White Tornado'."
Her eyes dropped momentarily from the screen to the recent model white Oldsmobile Tornado parked immediately in front of them in the next to the last row of the drive-in theater. It was well into the wet season, and with school back in session, the midweek crowd was small. "Who's that with him?"
"Damned if I know. Could be his wife though. She's not much older than we are, I hear, so I doubt if she can get into nightclubs and stuff."
"Is she pretty?"
"Damn pretty. I seen her last night when I was leaving the office." He took another puff on the reefer. "Dad sure run me out of there in a hurry ... Told me the next time I wanted the car keys to give him a call and he'd have somebody run 'em out to the house."
She turned her face to him, the expression in her eyes a little saddened. "Jeff, you meant what you said, didn't you? ... I mean, you're really not mad about what happened Tuesday night?"
"Naw," he lied. "Why should I be? I don't own you."
"I wish you did, Jeff," she whispered, moving closer to him on the car seat.
"Aw, Jacqui. Be real! I've still got a year of high school, and Dad's got it all set for me to go to the University of Washington Law School and, hell, you're just a junior."
"You don't need a high school diploma to be a wife, Jeff," she snuggled. "And ... And I wouldn't even mind if you played around a little bit after we got married."
"You wouldn't?" he blinked incredulously. "Not as long as I get reciprocal privileges, dummy!"
He dropped his arm around her then, reaching down with his hand to squeeze her straining breast through the thin material of her cotton blouse. "You're nuts," he said. "All you ever think about is fucking."
j "Doesn't everybody?"
"Aw c'mon Jacqui. Not every-"
"Oh, Jeff, it'd be so cool! We could join one of those wife-swapping clubs and everything!"
"Why the hell get married, then?"
She twisted away from him then, turning to face him on the car seat. "That's just the point, Jeff. There's a lot more to marriage than just sex. I love you; I want to have your babies. And sex is ... well, it's just for fun!"
Jeff rolled down the window and knocked the fire from the end of the joint and placed the stub in his pocket to finish later. "You sure got a funny way of reasoning, Jacqui."
"Not me, Jeff. It's the other people that have it all wrong. Like Mikki and Ward, for instance. They've bought that crap parents have been handing out, right down to the pawn ticket." She turned to face forward again, staring unseeing at the previews of coming attractions that were flashing on the screen ahead. "Let me put it this way, Jeff - Who usually responds the way you just did with that 'Why the hell get married?' bullshit? ... The same people who call marriage sacred, right? Well, doesn't that sound a little wacky to you? I mean, 'Why the hell get married, then?' sounds like all they think marriage is for is sex!"
"I don't follow you."
"Oh, Jeff, don't be dumb! Here they are saying that marriage is sacred, that sex is dirty, but that sex is what marriage is all about! You mean to tell me that makes sense to you?"
"Well, no ... not if you put it that way."
"Right. It's either one way or the other. So, if it's sacred, then it can't be dirty; and if it's dirty, then it can't be sacred ... No matter how many words you mumble in front of a preacher!"
A small smile turned up one corner of Jeff's handsome lips. "You're nuts!" he said. "Right, but nuts!"
"Besides," she began, suddenly running her hand over the pondering rise in his blue jeans, you got harder than my algebra when I told you about Artie, didn't you? ... Come on, Jeff, admit it!"
"Hey, cut it out!" he smiled broadly, j removing her hand. "I've got to piss. You want anything from the snack bar?"
"Coke and a cock," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he opened the door. "And tell them to hold the onions!"
The second feature had already begun when Jeff returned balancing two large Cokes and a box of popcorn. Jacqui had the door open and ready for him when he arrived.
"How much have I missed?"
"That depends," Jacqui responded, taking a ', sip of her soft drink. "The movie's a bummer, but it looks like there's something interesting going on in the 'White Tornado'."
"Oh, yeah? Reckon of Benny's gettin' 'im a little?"
"Or something. I only see one head sticking up down there."
"Aw, one of 'em probably went to the can!"
"No. Nobody left the car."
Jeff cast her a twisted grin. "You want to go see?"
"Oh, Jeff, that'd be cool!"
Silently, the two teenagers left their car, sneaking up behind the white Oldsmobile parked directly in front of them, and peering in the rear window.
"Can you see anything, Jacqui?" Jeff whispered hoarsely.
"No. The headrests are in the way."
"I can't see much, either. Let's go around to the side. And be quiet - that fat fucker packs a pistol!"
"I thought you said he wasn't a gangster!"
"Shhhhhh!"
Creeping around to the side of the big Tornado, one of Jeff's father's stable of cars, the two teenagers had all they could do to keep from laughing at the combined effects of the marijuana and the spirit of adventure.
"Just like a couple of Indians, huh, Jeff!"
"Keep it down! ... Can you see anything yet?"
Jacqui, the nearer of the two to the front of the vehicle, raised her head dartingly, catching a fleeting glimpse of the interior of the car. The moment she ducked back down, her hands flew to her mouth. It was obvious to Jeff that she was trying to suppress a giggle. Allowing her a minute to regain her self-control, Jeff waited patiently on his hands and knees before her, his own hand covering hers over her mouth. Gradually, her silent racking subsided, and he took his hand away. It was about time, too. The gravel was beginning to bite into his kneecaps. "You okay?" he choked.
She nodded vigorously, and took an enormous gulp of air.
"Well, what the hell did you see?"
"She's blowing him!" she blurted, and again her hands covered her mouth.
"Move over! This I gotta see!"
Jeff raised his own head above the bottom edge of the window and peered inside. It was a little dimmer than when Jacqui had looked inside a moment before, since the only light within the car was from the movie screen, and it had dimmed with a change of scenes. In a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the blackness. "Oh, shit!" he blurted suddenly. "Oh, double shit!"
"What's wrong, Jeff?"
"Oh, nothing much ... if you like guns."
Jeff Trimble was looking at the business end of Mendez' Smith & Wesson .38 snub-noise through the closed window of the car. Then, there was the soft whir of an electric motor. The window was opening. "Okay, you punks!" a deep baritone voice rang out in the darkness. "You want a peek, get your asses in the car!"
"We'd better do what he says, Jacqui."
"Hey, are you Jeff Trimble?" the deep baritone voice suddenly softened. "Hey, shit, kid, I mean I didn't know it was you!"
Jeff, standing now and helping a badly frightened Jacqui Potter scramble to her feet, breathed an outward sigh of relief. "Yeah," he stammered. "It's me and my girl. We were just playing a little joke on you. W-We didn't mean anything by it."
"Yeah, sure, kid, I understand ... Hey, Tina, heh-heh ... They was just playin' a little joke for us, heh-heh."
It was difficult to tell which was the more badly frightened. Jeff, for obvious reasons, or Benny, for fear of getting his ass any deeper in the sling than it already was for pulling a gun on the boss's kid. Quickly, Benny placed his pistol back in the glove compartment.
"Hey, where you parked, kid?"
"Right behind you, Mr. Mendez."
"Hey, hear that, Tiny? Heh-heh, they parked right behind us back there."
Benny's young wife, sitting now and staring blankly forward, felt her ears burning with embarrassment.
"Hey, kid. Get in the car and I'll give you a joint." All these kids love grass, heh-heh. "It's real good stuff. Panama Red."
Jeff looked at Jacqui inquisitively. "Oh, what the hell, Jeff. Let's."
As the overhead light flashed on with the opening of the door, Jacqui gave Jeff a nudge in the ribs with her elbow, indicating the telltale bulge in the front of Benny's hastily zipped chinos.
"Hey, Tina, this is Mr. Trimble's son Jeff. He's a pretty good boy. And this is his girl friend ... T'
"Jacqui," Jeff supplied.
"Hello." It was a meek reply, and the embarrassed young brunette could only manage a token nod in the direction of the couple now occupying the rear seat.
"She don't talk so much," Benny smiled ingratiatingly. "She just come over from the Philippines."
"Oh, cool!" Jacqui blurted from the back seat. "My brother-in-law spent a month over there a couple of summers ago! He was on some island called Mitchie-Gumbo or Masturbate or something."
"Masabate?" Tina smiled into the darkness behind her.
"Yeah, that was it! He's working for some outfit that builds roads."
"Must've been a pretty damn short road, if he was only there for a month," Jeff teased, as he began to relax a little.
"Oh, dummy! I told you, mainly what he does is teach the local people where he goes how to run the heavy equipment ... Morocco was different, because he's doing the work himself!"
"Maybe they couldn't find anybody in Morocco who could drive a cat."
"Maybe. I'm not my brother-in-law's keeper!"
"Ouch!"
Tina listened to the playful parrying of the couple in the back seat with growing interest. They were the first young people she'd met since coming to the States. And, if they had seen her sucking Benny's fat cock, they were at least being nice about it.
"Hey, Benny. Where's the grass?"
Benny, trying to follow the banterings of the two teenagers behind him, smiled broadly. "Hey, yeah! Tina, hand Jeff that plastic bag out of the glove compartment, eh? He's probably a better joint roller than I am." Besides, my hands are all sweaty.
Jeff worked quickly and efficiently, rolling two reefers instead of one, lighting them both with infinite care, and passing one up to the front seat.
"Hey, I get one all to myself, eh?"
"Doesn't your wife smoke, Mr. Mendez?" Jacqui enjoined.
"Naw, she doesn't go in for that kind of-"
"Yes I do!" Tina blurted suddenly. "I will have a puff."
Tina had never smoked marijuana, or anything else for that matter, in her entire life. Still, in deference to the couple in the back seat - because she wanted to make some friends more her own age - she was determined to try. After all, it was very American.
"Okay, Tina," her Chicano husband ventured cautiously. "Take it easy, though, it's pretty heavy stuff."
Gingerly, the pretty Filipino teenager took the joint from her husband's pinching fingers, and following the example set by the others, took a deep drag and tried stoically to hold down the prickly smoke. It was too much for her tender lungs, and the gagging attempts she made to hold it in brought a round of laughter from the others in the car. Then, realizing that they were laughing with, and not at, her, Tina began to laugh too, They really are nice kids, she mused, delighted that she at last knew some young people. I hope Benny lets me become friends with them!
Benny Mendez surveyed the situation quickly and accurately. His young wife was warming to this wild young couple. He sat astraddle of the front seat so that he was turned half-facing the screen, and half-facing the couple in the back. Nervously, he sneaked several peaks at Jacqui's pretty blonde face. Que bonita! he yearned. I wonder if that stupid little punk has been dipping his candle!
Jeff noticed his father's swarthy employee ogling his best girl, but decided that to say anything about it would be equivalent to calling the kettle black, since he was having a hard time himself, trying not to look at the fat henchman's exotically beautiful young wife. While still no expert, Tina was beginning to master the fundamentals of marijuana smoking, and it was apparent in her sudden bursts of laughter, that it was beginning to take effect on her.
"Hey, Mr. Mendez, this is really mellow grass," Jacqui complimented. "What'd you say it was?"
"Panama Red," he fawned in return. "Hey, you kids call me, Benny, okay?"
"Okay, Benny-baby," Jacqui chirped. "For grass like this, I'd call you Papa Doc!"
I wonder what she'd do for an ounce? Benny mused.
The heady odor of the volatile weed hung heavy in the car, permeating every available space with its intoxicating aura. By the time the shared cigarettes were burned down to the tiniest nubs, everyone in the car was beginning to exhibit the same pointless sense of humor that had seized the novice Tina. Everything seemed to be the cause of a calamitous round of laughter - from the stiffly melodramatic acting of the foreign-issue spy film on the screen, to Tina's repeated stammers of; "I'm drunk, I'm drunk!"
Jeff rolled another brace of the potent cigarettes, and passed them around.
"Hey ... man ... this ... stuff ... is ... too ... much!" Jeff ground out of rusty-feeling jaws. "Too ... fuckin' much!"
Benny, his great paunch jiggling with his constant efforts to divide his attentions to see everybody in his car at once, nodded happily. "Sure, man. Ol' Benny wouldn't' put you onto no bad weed!"
Jacqui, alternately quiet and babbling in the back seat, cleared her throat and tried to speak. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cheap cotton, but a warm glow seemed to float her above that and all other minor discomforts. She felt good ... really good!
"Hey, everybody," she managed finally. "I've got a really super idea!" Jeff, sensing immediately what she was about to suggest, started to crack up with laughter. "Shut, up, Jeff, I'm serious." Both Benny and Tina were staring at her now. "Just for fun," she continued, "let's switch around. Tina in back with Jeff, and me up front with Benny-Poo!"
Benny cast his pretty young wife a curious glance. Smiling shyly, she shrugged her shoulders to indicate she'd go along with the majority. He looked at Jeff.
"I'll go you one better," Jeff was saying, surprising even himself. "Why don't Tina and me go back to my car, and you stay here with Jacqui, Benny?"
Benny gulped nervously, it looked like it was up to him. "Sounds like a plan," he said. Then, fearing he might be appearing a bit over anxious; "I mean if everybody else is in."
"What're we waiting for?" Jacqui blurted after a short silence.
No sooner had Jeff and Tina left the car through separate doors, than Jacqui was climbing over into the front seat, easing herself down cautiously next to the perspiring fat man. "Man," she said, "I thought they'd never leave!" Unprompted, she began to unbutton her blouse. "Wait'll you see my titties," she said. "They're really beautiful ... like your cock!"
* * *
Stumbling along in the darkness ahead of the equally stoned Jeff Trimble, Tina Mendez felt the first preliminary tingle of arousal somewhere deep in her pelvis. God! she wondered, can marijuana do that?
"This is it here," Jeff said. "My little yellow bomb." He studied her pert little buttocks as she twisted under the arm he'd extended to hold open the door, and got inside. "It's a little crowded sometimes," he admitted. Then, grinning, "But I've got a pretty good imagination."
The Volkswagen was small, but nice. Immaculate throughout, it was apparent that Jeff Trimble thought highly of his car. Just like his father. Jason always insisted that, rain or shine, every car in the stable be washed whenever it was to be used that day, and waxings occurred with almost ritualistic frequency.
Jeff closed the door for her, then rounded the car to his own side, pausing upon entering to light a stick of incense in the tiny, hollow brass Buddha mounted on a little shelf under the dash. "In case the pigs come," he explained. "Makes it harder to smell the grass."
'Pigs? "
He smiled at her indulgently. She wasn't too fucking bright, but she sure was a foxy little bitch. "The police."
"Oh ... why do you call them pigs?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. " 'Cause they act like it, I guess."
"Oh ... why do they act like pigs?"
"I don't know that, either. Why do you ask so many silly fucking questions?"
They stared at each other for a long moment before breaking into sudden peals of laughter.
These Americans sure are wild, Tina mused intoxicantly. Lending their wives to their bosses ... Swapping at the movies ...
"You sure are a sexy little broad," Jeff said, sobering a little. "I bet you really dig it, too, don't you?"
"Pardon me?"
"Sucking cock. Jacqui said you were going down on Benny when we snuck up on you." Tina stared at him for a long while, her eyes nearly tearing with hurt. Last night, with Mr. Trimble and Artie, she'd had to suck them off so many times that she'd lost track ... and they never had gotten around to screwing her. And now, with the smile gone from this handsome boy's face, he had the same sadistic expression on his face that they had had.
Jeff was kissing her then, hard, bruising her lips. She trembled, then stiffened, then melted into his arms. He was so young, and clean, and fresh compared to her forty year old husband!
"Tina," Jeff breathed huskily into her ear as he held her close. "I want you to suck my prick!"
* * *
Jacqui Potter entwined her long slender fingers in the prickly black hair on the nape of the neck of the older man who was sucking so voraciously at her pink-nippled breasts. "See," she cooed. "Didn't I tell you they were beautiful?"
Benny Mendez could only grunt his reply as he alternated his attentions from one rock-hard nipple to the other, sucking and slavering over them until they glistened with his saliva in the dim light. Man, she beautiful, this little guevacha! he drooled silently. So the kid fucks my Tina ... for this, I'd let him fuck my mother!
His beefy hand slipped up to caress the pliant white flesh of her upper thighs beneath her short leather skirt.
"Oooooh, yessss!" she hissed delightedly. "Go ahead and stick your finger in my cunt if you want!"
Almost cruelly now, the lumbering fat man grasped at the narrow elastic-edged crotch band of her filmy panties, moving it to one side as he began to insert a single fleshy finger into the trembling hot wetness that was her vagina.
"Oh, God yessss! Shove it in me all the way to your fucking elbow! It's so gooood!"
Her golden-haloed head lolled dreamily on the back of the car seat then, as she reveled in the act of being sucked and fingered by a greasy-looking gangster more than twice her age.
It was weird and exciting, and in her drug-hazed mind, wickedly beautiful. She wanted him to do things to her - terrible things! Her entire body was covered with goose pimples.
"Benny ... Benny, let's do something ... evil."
He raised his great head and looked at her inquisitively. "Like what, for instance?"
"Oh, God, I don't know," she mewled, hunching her desire-tightened pelvis lewdly up to his probing finger. "Y-You decide."
Mendez could feel her tender cuntal flesh weeping around the muscles of his middle finger, clinging to it voraciously on the outstroke, parting delicately on the in-stroke as his thumb held her crotch band aside. A lewd smile flickered across his thick lips. So this hot little number wants to play rough, eh?... Well, Ol' Benny is just the man to see! But what? The possibilities were literally endless. He could make her suck him off. He could fuck her up the ass. He could-
"Okay, kid. Benny thought of something."
"What, man?" she breathed expectantly. "Hey, I don't know if you're gonna go for this or not, but Artie - he works for the boss, too - he tol' me one time that him and Rita went out on old highway 99 and picked up this hitchhiker, and-"
"You're out of your fucking gourd, man!" she lashed, sensing what he was about to suggest. "Are you trying to get me killed or something?" Slowly, voluptuously, the burly fat man continued to saw his thick middle finger in and out of the still yielding flesh of her cunt while she gasped with lust. "Hey, no, kid," he smiled. "I'd be back there in the trunk, and all you'd have to do is say something and I'd come poppin' out and turn the show around."
The idea began to seat itself in Jacqui's drug-confused mind. It was wild, and definitely wicked, this thing he was suggesting. Letting a hitchhiker ball her, and Benny too, undoubtedly, after whoever it was they picked up had finished with her... God, it was wild!
She could feel her nipples tauten even more against the relentless lickings and suckings of the fat man's warm wet mouth. Her clitoris leaped stiffly forward to scrape wetly against the ravaging finger in her cunt. "I'd better go tell Jeff," she said.
* * *
A strange, but strongly erotic feeling of power rippled through Jeff's body at the voluptuous sensations of Tina's wetly nursing mouth on the head of his penis. It was a fair-sized cock at that, he mused, delighted with the difficulty she seemed to be having in taking two-thirds of it down her throat. He wound his fingers in her hair, and gently prodded her bobbing head up and down on his lust-hardened member, enjoying the sight of her slavishly kneeling position fully as much as the sex act itself.
With an expertise born of her recent experience with this boy's father - and "company", the dark-haired little Filipino bride wound her tongue around and around the head of Jeff's cock, then forced as much of it into her mouth as she could take without gagging. It nudged and prodded wetly against the roof of her mouth, and once again she began to experience that same weird masochistic feeling that had swept her in its wake the night before with Jason Trimble and his number-two henchman - her own brother-in-law. She knew she was a good cocksucker, and enjoyed it very much, but she was afraid that once again she would be left hanging. Time and again she stared up at the ecstatic teenager wistfully, a look of pleading in her sparkling brown eyes.
"Okay," Jeff stammered reluctantly. "Crawl up here and straddle me. It's the easiest way to do it in a Volks."
Eagerly now, the pretty young girl kneeling on the floorboard of the car scrambled up over the stiffly poised cock of the anxious sixteen year old. Jeff was sitting on the passenger side to avoid the steering wheel, but it was nonetheless cramped in the narrow confines of the bucket seat. No sooner had she raised the hem of her white cotton housedress, than the thick, blood-swollen head of his penis made ticklish contact with the wet velvet softness of her pubic hair. "Benny won't let me wear panties," she explained. "He wants me easy to get."
Jeff could actually feel the warmth emanating from her lewdly secreting vaginal passage before he even entered her. Teasingly, he held his cock by the base and rubbed its lust-heavy head back and forth across the stiffly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. Tina, gripping the back of the car seat tightly on either side of his broad shoulders, tried vainly to capture it in her clasping little cunt. "Don't tease me, Jeff," she pleaded. 'Please don't. I want it so bad!"
Every muscle in his lithe young body tensed with mounting excitement, Jeff centered the head of his penis at the entrance of the exasperated girl's pussy, tugging slightly at her waist as she began to impale herself upon him. "Oh, Jeff! It feels so good in me!"
Gradually, the fleshy member between her widely-splayed thighs seeped inward to its final depth. He wasn't as long or as thick as her husband, but it was nonetheless a sizable organ, and in her marijuana-drugged mind it was the most voluptuous feeling in the world as it entered her hotly aroused body, spreading and pushing the tender passion-moistened flesh before it in rippling waves of wetness.
Slowly, she began to slip up and down on her husband's boss's son's rigid cock, thrilling to its deepest penetration, her thin vaginal lips, clinging to it like a rubber band stretched to its utmost.
"Hey, I'm not breaking anything up, am I?" Jeff and Tina both felt as if their hearts had stopped beating. "What the fuck do you want, Jacqui?" Jeff hissed impatiently to his girl friend standing just outside the window.
"Wow!" Jacqui returned, wrinkling her nose at him and the blushing girl nakedly straddling his lap. "Looks like you guys are having a ball! ... Or don't you think that's funny?"
"So I'm wettin' my wick, what's it to ya?" She stuck her head in the window and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Jeff could tell that the marijuana had her strongly under its influence. "Well, have fun, dahling, " she mocked, "Benny-poo and I are going out for a peanut butter and sardine sandwich."
"Whoopy-shit! Do I take her home, or what?"
"Might be a good idea, Jeffy-poo. We might run into a good ping-pong match or something on the way back, in which case we could be a trifle late."
"Aw, fuck you!"
"Mmmmmm! Sounds marvelous, dahling, but I really haven't got the time." She straightened up then, patting them both playfully on the cheek. "Well, dahlings, don't do anything I wouldn't do ... But if you do, use a rubber!"
* * *
The big white Tornado glided comfortably along a dimly lit stretch of the old highway that had fallen into disrepair since the building of the new freeway nearby. Still, because the law forbade hitchhiking on the freeway, there were always plenty of would-be riders there.
"Now, you're sure you can drive this car?" Benny asked for the third time.
"Listen, man," Jacqui sighed good-naturedly. "If I can drive that hot rod of Jeff's, I can drive anything!"
"Okay," he said, pulling over to one side, "but be careful, eh?"
"Caution is my middle name, man!" Besides, this fucking honey's got power right down to the ashtrays!
Benny braked to a smooth halt, and the two of them stepped out into the night air. "Okay," he said, "when I get into the trunk and shut it, you tell me how far to go so that it looks like it's closed all the way."
"Gotcha man!" she nodded.
"I don't have any wire or string, so I'm going to have to hold it with my hand. Take it slow!"
"Yeah, sure, man. Let me have the keys."
"They're in the car."
Despite her excitement at doing something so deliciously forbidden - an all-pervading naughtiness - the young teenager could feel a tiny knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. What if something went wrong? What if Benny couldn't get out of the trunk in time? What if ... ? She waved her hand in front of her then, dismissing all the pleasure-killing thoughts that had begun to crowd her marijuana-drugged mind and listened fondly to the deep-throated purr of the engine as she turned the key in the ignition. She could hear the reassuring sounds of Benny shuffling around in the trunk of the car as he tried to find a comfortable position. She dropped the car into gear.
No, not him, he looks too old, she mused as she passed a late-night hitchhiker. There's another one! Naw, he's too short ... and just a kid! ... Is that one a guy or a girl ? - It's hard to tell in this light with that long hair! ... A Marine? Naw, he'd probably try to make a man out of me ... There's one! A big tall dude. Wonder what kind of cock he has?
"Hey, man. You want a lift? My name is Jacqui, man. What's yours?"
The lanky stranger who now shared the front seat with her stared at her with uncertainty, then broke into a broad grin. These young kids are full of shit these days, he mused. "Sure, little girl. My place or yours?"
"Hey, I'm serious, Steve."
"Yeah, sure, kid. And I'm the Queen of Hearts!"
"If you think I'm bullshitting you, stick your hand between my legs and find out!" she challenged.
He did. She wasn't bullshitting. She wasn't wearing any panties, either, and his cock lurched in his jeans as his fingers touched the soft naked curls of her pussy hair.
"You're kinda young to be out picking guys up on the street, aren't you?"
"Do I feel that young?" she teased.
His hand rested firmly on the smooth, heated flesh of her upper thigh, his little finger nestled in the thin crevice of her pussy-slit. She was hot. Hot and wet. "Pull over!" he said.
Jacqui drove about a quarter mile farther down the road, until she came to a darkened side street leading off into the surrounding woods. From the corner of her eye, she could see the lanky hitchhiker staring at her, a strange glow in his dark eyes. It was weird ... and infinitely exciting ... and he kept moving his little finger against her cunt till she thought she'd cum without getting fucked.
"This place okay, man?"
"Yeah, swell."
He was tall. Very tall. Six-four at least. But gaunt, with a big hook nose and a few scars on his lower jaw that made him look much older than he probably was. He'd been on the road awhile, that much was certain. He had the strong, clean smell of sun and dust about him. His boots, massive and worn, reeked oiled leather into the interior of the car. He wore a Levi jacket, and had a small mustache.
The car glided to a ragged halt under Jacqui's nervous foot.
"Take your clothes off, little girl ... NOW!"
The tip of a short sharp knife glinted silver in the eerie light of the quarter moon filtering down through the pines.
"H-Hey, man ... what's the idea? I mean, what's with the knife?" she blustered. "I already told you, you could fuck me!"
"Strip." !
And in the back, Benny struggled futilely with the trunk latch. That last rock or pothole or whatever Jacqui had hit had slammed the trunk lid down solid. He was trapped. So was she. He could hear the conversation going on in the front seat, and felt beads of nervous perspiration popping out on his heavy forehead. He'd better do something ... and fast! It'd be his ass if something happened to that little sex machine while she was out with him. The boss's son would see to that! What was it that Jeff used to call him when he was younger? Sergeant Garcia? No, the kid didn't like him at all ... and he'd see to it that his old man had him nailed to the cross!
Wondering where her help was; Jacqui fumbled slowly with the zipper on the side of her short leather skirt. Her blouse was already off, and tossed into the back seat. Where the hell was Benny?
"You got nice tits, for a kid," the lewd stranger praised her, running his rough hands over her naked chest, tweaking her fear-tautened nipples till they hurt. "And I like that blonde hair, too!" He ran his hand - the one with the knife in it - lightly over the golden halo of her hair. "You ever been cornholed?"
Benny, where are you!
Benny worked diligently at the lock with a penknife, being careful not to make any noise.
There was no telling what a crazy hitchhiker like that might do. Great visions of his boss's son's girl friend with her throat slit from ear to ear filled his mind - followed by the even more frightening vision of himself in the same situation shortly after. But it was so dark! Christ! The trunk was sealed like a drum.
"Very nice," the suddenly-vicious stranger hissed evilly, his hands continuing to prey over' the frightened girl's cowering nakedness. "Now, get in the back ... on your belly!"
Jacqui Potter had never been scared of', anybody or anything in her whole life. The effects of the marijuana she'd smoked were so diminished by her fear as to be virtually negligible. And that knife! My God, that knife! Quickly, she climbed into the back seat and lay down on her stomach. Steve - though she figured now that that was just a name he'd made up - soon followed, after he had bent over to remove the heavy rawhide lace from his stout boots.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she choked.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet little white ass of yours!" he chortled lasciviously. "You ever had it that way before?"
Oh, God, no ... please no! she screamed silently. This he happening to me, it just can 't '
It was.
"Steve" worked quickly now, binding first her slender ankles and then her wrists with the rawhide bootlaces, cinching them so tightly that she felt certain they would cut off her circulation entirely.
"W-Why are you tying me up?" she queried, brokenly.
"All the better to fuck you up, my dear!" he returned lewdly. "Besides, it's gonna hurt so fucking bad you'll be bucking around like a bronco back here, and I want to be able to control the action. Now, SHUT UP!"
Oh, Christ!
"All right, little girl, kneel up."
"Huh?"
"I said, kneel up, goddamn it!" And he slapped her hard on the buttocks. "Or am I gonna have to take a strap to your pretty young ass first?"
It was lunacy! She hadn't bargained for anything like this! Jeff and she had given hitchhikers lifts on the way home from school on numerous occasions, and nothing like this had ever happened! What could she do? Why wasn't Benny stopping him?
"That's just fine, girl. Now, reach back with your hands and grab my cock!"
Her hands, cinched tightly together at the wrists behind her back, strained backwards to grasp for the stranger's blood-bloated cock, and felt its sticky wet, rubbery length brush against her clawing fingers. Timidly with her fingertips, she squeezed the thick bulbous head of it as if it were the rubber ball on a bicycle horn. It was big. Very big!
"Think that'll do the trick, sugar?" he drooled. "Think that'll bust that cherry little asshole of yours wide open?"
The blood was pounding furiously in his temples now, as he stared down glassy-eyed at the succulent whiteness of her smooth sculpted buttocks quivering in fear before him. She was absolutely terrified, that much was obvious in the reluctant way she fingered the lust-swollen head of the huge cock poling out obscenely from the opening in his fly.
"Y-You're too big ... you'll kill me if you do it that way. Do it right, please do it right!"
Her buttocks, like her back and the rest of her naked flesh, were filming over lightly with nervous perspiration, and she fairly glistened in the pale moonlight. His cock, flushed a deep red in full blood-hardened erection, stood out in dark contrast to her alabaster loveliness. He reached down with one hand and peeled the thick jacket of his fleshy foreskin back down over the angry red tip of his cock, milking it back and forth to bring a huge dripping pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface ... the only lubrication she was intended to receive!
The hitchhiker's breath was coming hot and labored as he parted her succulent buttocks with his thumbs, almost as if he were splitting a ripe fruit. He could see the tiny pink opening to her anus clenched tightly, like a miniature fist, in the half-light of the moon, and raising up off his haunches, he began to center himself at the opening to the tiny nether ring between her whitely shimmering ass-cheeks.
"Oh, please!" she moaned out her final plea for clemency. "I-I'll do anything ... I'll-I'll suck it for you!"
"Mmmmmmm! Of course you will, little girl ... later!"
Madre de dios! Benny panicked. I've got to get out of here before that bastard kills her or something!
"Aaaauuuuggghhhyyyoooouuu'rreeekkkkiilliiinnngggmmmeee!!!!" Jacqui screamed out her torture as the tall stranger began to press his lust-bloated penis against her cringing anus from behind.
He pushed with a savage strength, never allowing her a moment to accustom herself to his awesome girth. His penis was so unbelievably thick! And long, my God, how long! He pressed, and pushed, and battered his way into her innermost recesses, feeling the puckering tightness of her anal opening fitting reluctantly down over the coronal rim like a soft hot collar, oozing in another precious inch, and another, and another ...
"Please stoppleasestoppleasestop ... !" she chanted over and over in her agony, lying bound and doubled up with her face pressed down into the car seat.
He was in to the halfway point, with still several desire-thickened inches left to get yet, her inner anal flesh clinging to his steel-hard shaft like a coating of warm sticky paint.
"You like that, little girl?" he teased wickedly. "You think that's pretty nice, do ya?"
"Oh God ... you're too big! Too BIG!"
Still he went on, even to the point where it was almost as painful for him as it was for her, because her anal muscles were fighting him so hard. He gripped her narrow waist sadistically in his bony fingers, feeling the tender pliant flesh ripple up between his knuckles. Her golden hair thrashed as she tossed her head about like a mad woman, moaning and groaning with the unbelievable agony of the assault.
Still, it wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt her bad. Real bad. Holding her hands behind her back with one hand, the lanky hitchhiker stripped off his wide leather belt with the other and looped it in half.
SMACK!
"Ow, God, what are you doing?"
SMACK!
"Oh, don't, please! ... It-" SMACK!
She could feel the blistering welts rising on the soft naked flesh of her buttocks almost as fast as he was spanking her with the thick leather belt.
SMACK!
His cock in to the hilt now, seemed to swell even thicker with her agony.
SMACK!
She could feel every lewd detail of the swollen red penis stuffed into her rectum like a huge sausage. She could feel the pulsing veins, and every gnarl and wrinkle ...
SMACK!
Oh, God ... she'd be scarred for life if he didn't stop it!
SMACK!
The stranger's eyes were rolled up in his head now, as he cast the belt aside and clutched her tightly to him with his arms wrapped under her pain-wracked young body, humping with the fury of a rabid dog, his long thick cock pumping in and out of her tortured anus. She was his! His to fuck and torment as he chose ... and no one would ever know!
He could feel the thinly stretched inner skin of her rectum clinging fast to his lewdly invading rod of flesh, threatening to cut off all circulation to his pounding cock-head. It was like fucking a virgin - but even better.
"AAaauuugghhh ... Y-You're ripping me open!" Jacqui groaned again and again. "Why? ... Oh, God, why?"
Even in the faint light coming through the rear window, the perverted night rider could see the purpling welts on her cream-white ass-flesh where the wide leather belt had cut into her skin. He felt a sense of infinite power ripple through his tautly humping body, beginning deep in his sperm-inflated balls, coursing through his hairy loins, threatening to burst from the head of his cock before he was ready.
Gradually, in an effort to forestall the inevitable, he slackened his pace, still maintaining the depth and basic viciousness of his assault. He could feel her resistance beginning to melt a little with his slower pace, almost against her will.
Jacqui continued to moan out her tortured protests, even though the pain of his initial entry was subsiding quickly into a dull numbing throb that caused her to hope for a flickering second that she might possibly be able to live through the ordeal. The welts, too, where she had been so brutally beaten, were numbing to only a slight stinging sensation, but she gave silent thanks that he had at least forgone that portion of what had now become rape.
As the young blonde teenager began to regain some of her bearings, she once again attempted to analyze the situation and her - yes - chances for survival! There was no telling what this ... this butcher was capable of, and she couldn't shake the image of herself laying naked by the side of the road with her throat cut from ear to ear by that wicked little knife. And Benny, what the hell had happened to him? Had he gotten conked on the head by something flying around in the trunk or something? Had he ... dear God, she hoped he hadn't been asphyxiated by the carbon monoxide fumes leaking into the rear of the car? If he had, she was as good as dead, too!
" H o w ... do ... you ... like ... it ... now ... little ... girl?" the stranger panted out between ever deepening strokes up between her straining buttocks. "It ... ain't ... so ... bad ... once ... you ... relax ... a ... little ... bit ... is ... it?"
No, as much as she hated to admit it, it wasn't. In fact, if she weren't scared for her very life, she might even learn to like it. It was still painful, but it almost felt good, too ... in a weird, masochistic sort of way. His seeping penile secretions had wet her back there to the point that he now slid in and out of her ravaged anus with relative ease. And, when she wanted to concentrate on it, she could feel every lurid, hot-ridged detail of his penis lying in bold relief in her anal tract.
In the trunk, Benny was now getting desperate. More than his fear at getting shafted over letting something happen to Jeff Trimble's girl friend, he was beginning to fear the more imminent possibility of suffocation! In his panic, he was using the limited amount of air in the confined space more rapidly than it could filter in through the few narrow crevices that allowed oxygen into the trunk. Time and again, he had almost tripped the catch on the lock with the penknife only to let it slip in his anxiety. Caution was the word. Caution and silence. Under no circumstances could he allow himself to panic. But the air ... was getting ... so hard ... to breathe!
Beyond her own better judgement, the frightened young girl in the back seat began to hunch backwards onto the skewering length of cock hotly embedded in her anus. God, it does feel good! she panted silently. If only I wasn't so scared!
Her forehead rested on the seat of the car then, and she could feel the hitchhiker's roughly mauling hands on her delicate, soft-nippled breasts, tweaking and pinching at their rising stiffness with savage unconcern for her comfort. Yet, despite - or was it because of? - his cruel treatment of her tender flesh, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused, and churned her still tightly-gripping ass-cheeks around with building fury on the invading flesh. His lust-bloated penis felt like a long hot log shoved up in her rectum ... cruel, and wicked, and wonderful!
"Oh, God, yesssss!" she hissed through passion-clenched teeth. "Fuck me, man! Fuck my asshole!"
She began to wonder, seriously, if it was actually possible for a girl to cum that way. His lewd balls slapping up against the wetly seeping slit of her perversely aroused cunt was certainly helping her to think so. If only he could last long enough!
M-Maybe if I please him, he'll let me go! Maybe if he sees I'm enjoying it, too, he'll think he won't have to worry about my reporting him!
Her head thrashed wildly then, as suddenly she wasn't just pretending. She was positive she could cum from his evil sodomizing of her asshole now. God, could she ever!
"Fuck my ass, man ... Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! Hurt me some more if you want, I don't care. I love it, man! Oh God, fuck it! FUCK IT!"
A lewd smile flickered across the hitchhiker's craggy features then, as he burrowed in tightly for his final effort. In a last display of his cruelty, he wanted to leave her high and dry ... unfinished ... begging for it - right up to the time he strangled that pretty little neck of hers! Or, maybe he'd cut her first ... Yes, why not? He could have a lot of fun with this little bitch before the night was over. Probably just out tooling around in her daddy's car. Well, she wouldn't be doing much of that after he got through with her!
"Oh, fuck me, man! FUCKMEFUCKME FUCKME!"
He could leave her body out there in the woods, and it'd be days before anyone stumbled onto it, and by that time he could be clear down to Mexico in a nice car like this Tornado ... No one would ever know ... No one would ...
"Oh FUCK!" he screamed out suddenly in his release, as the conjured images pushed him past the brink. "I'm cumming!"
"Oh, no!" Jacqui protested beneath him, her lithe young buttocks writhing back onto his twisted, dripping penis in desperation. "Wait for me, man! WAIT FOR ME!"
It was too late. She could feel cum squirting, thick, hot and cream-like deep within her cock-stuffed anus. Spurt after spurt after spurt of it. She felt like she'd been basted in it. She felt like it would come squirting out of her throat for lack of space. Surely he had cum a pint in her!
Frustrated beyond belief then, the nearly-crying girl felt the stranger's delight-giving penis begin to soften, slipping from her torn anus with a lewd plopping sound. Oh, God! she screamed silently. He can't be through already! ... He just can't!
The demented hitchhiker fell exhausted back on his haunches then, taking a few deep breaths. Then, quickly, he picked his belt up from the floorboard and looped it over the sobbing teenager's golden head.
"W-What are you going to mmmfff.!"
He cinched it tightly across her mouth, knotting it at the back of her head. "You're going to scream like hell when I carve my initials in that fine little white ass of yours," he chortled lewdly.
"Is she?"
Oh, God, it was Benny! It was Benny. Thank God!
Like a bolt of lightning, the huge Chicano's hand shot out to grab the stranger's longish hair through the open car window, jerking him back roughly, causing the muscles in his scrawny neck to stretch painfully.
"H-Hey! W-What's going on?" he pleaded almost tearfully. "Are you a cop?"
Benny hauled the filthy stranger through the car window by his hair. In his warped passion, the hitchhiker had failed to hear the panicked fat man when he'd kicked the trunk lid open in his desperation. Now, lying in a crumpled, shaking heap at the big man's feet, he fought the urge to run at the sight of the cold steel in the man's hand. It was a snub-nosed .38.
"W-What are you going to do to me?"
Benny raised the gun slowly, aiming it between the stranger's piggishly glistening little eyes. A smile flickered across his thick, rubbery lips.
"No ... please, please!"
Benny had the hammer pulled half way back, his index finger trembled on the trigger. He lowered the gun. Christ, he couldn't shoot the crazy bastard - not with the girl there inside the car!
A look of positive relief crossed the skinny hitchhiker's homely features as he realized he wasn't going to be shot after all, but it was short-lived.
Benny's foot shot forward, kicking the man right in the mouth. Blood and teeth flew up against the immaculate white side of the Olds. He dropped over on his hands and knees, looking up just in time to see another kick coming towards his shattered face. He turned his head a little too late, and the second kick caught him in the neck.
"Oh, don't, God, PLEASE!" he begged.
The third kick caught him in the stomach. The fourth broke his nose.
"You're pretty tough with kids, ain't you, man?" Benny bristled. "You just lucky I ain't gonna kill you. Now, get up and run!"
The broken stranger, balled up and moaning, lay immobile for a long minute. Benny kicked him again, this time in the small of the back. "Move! ... NOW!" Something had cracked.
The bloody, busted hitchhiker managed to crawl to his hands and knees and begin crawling torturously toward the nearby woods with Benny kicking his ass all the way.
Finally, Benny returned to the car and got inside.
"You okay, kid?"
"Mmmmffff!"
"That crazy bastard was going to cut a piece out of you!"
"Mmmmffff!"
He could see her bound nakedness huddled in the darkness on her hands and knees. Her lovely, dimpled, moon-white buttocks waved salaciously behind her. God, she was sexy tied up like that!
"You gonna hate me, kid," he stammered thickly, running his rough hands over the soft smoothness of her naked buttocks. "But I gotta get me a little piece of this!"
Then, strangely, he could see her head bobbing up and down in the affirmative. Christ, that crazy hitchhiker had really gotten her all worked up!
Benny reached down and removed the belt from around her head, but stopped short of removing the rawhide laces that bound her wrists and ankles. A thick pounding was beginning in the plum-like head of his cock.
"You want me to fuck you, kid?"
"Oh, yessss! ... Please!"
The fat Mexican-American unzipped his chinos and pulled his own awesome penis out into the open. It was feasible the stranger had been a little longer, but doubtful that he was anywhere near as thick. He skinned the foreskin back lewdly, and milked a viscid pearl of slippery pre-cum to the surface.
"You sure, kid?"
"Oh, man, don't tease me!"
Slowly, reveling in the heated softness of her genitals, Benny rubbed the lust-thickened head of his cock in the narrow opening between her legs, lightly dipping into the pink wetness to a shallow depth. Her painfully distended clitoris scraped against the underside of his heavy cock and caused her to moan out her pleasure at the electrifying contact.
"Oh, God, put it in," she begged. "Put it in!" His massive hands, each nearly covering one bruised white cheek of her quivering buttocks, squeezed tightly as he began to seep into her clasping young pussy. He could feel the soft teenage flesh ridge between his tightly-gripping fingers, and he could see the inner slope of her ass-cheeks glistening with the stranger's cum in the moonlight. A lewd thrill shot up his spine, and his balls began to churn. Abruptly, he withdrew his bloated cock from Jacqui's pussy and guided the head of it upwards to the entrance of her anus.
"Oh, no, not there!" she protested. "Put it back in my vagina. Oh, please, put it back! ... AAAaaauuuggghhhh!"
It was far thicker than the hitchhiker's had been, and she could feel herself tearing slightly. "Sorry, kid," Benny gasped hoarsely, sinking his dripping fat cock another excruciating inch into her in-puckered, sperm-filled asshole. "I guess it just ain't your night!"
Chapter 7
A little before sunrise, Mikki awoke with a start. Something was wrong! She didn't know what, but something was wrong.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and switched on the night lamp. Across the room, the twins were sound asleep in their cribs. It was a little after five. Hurriedly, she slipped on her slippers and robe and went out into the hall.
She paused a moment with her ear to the door of her parents' room. Silence. At Jacqui's. Silence - she was still staying with Polly Tanaka. She went to the head of the stairs. There was a thin silver of light coming from under the door to the den.
Cautious now, fearing it might be a prowler or something, Mikki crept down the stairs, taking them two at a time. There was no noise coming from the den. She paused at the midway point and listened again. There was the faint shuffling sound of slippered feet, then the creaking of a cabinet being opened, more slippered footsteps, silence.
For a moment, Mikki stood outside the door to the den. She held her breath and listened closely. She could hear the faint splash of liquid into glass, the sound of a bottle being set back down on the countertop. She opened the door a crack and peered inside. It was daddy! She breathed an inward sigh of relief and opened the door a little wider. "Daddy?" she whispered.
He had not heard her. He sat with his back to her, sipping straight bourbon from a water glass. There were two bottles on the bar, one empty, one freshly opened. "Daddy?"
She moved a little closer. It sounded almost ... almost as if he were crying! He was wearing his frayed terry cloth bathrobe. God, how long had he had that raggedy old thing? His right hand partially covered something black on the cabinet next to him. He picked it up, aimed it at his temple, it was a gun.
"DADDY!"
It had all been more than Ted Potter could take. Losing his life's savings was bad enough, but the alternative - letting Trimble get his hands on Mikki, his own dear sweet baby - was more than a man could bear.
The gun fell to the cabinet top. Mikki had startled him out of it. His big body shook with his weeping. His heavy face was buried in his hands.
"Oh, daddy, why?"
She crossed the room quickly, taking a seat next to him at the bar, gently easing the pistol out of his reach with her elbow as she reached in front of him to pour him another glass of liquor. Her hand shook with terror, and she spilled the whiskey over the sides of the water glass as she poured. "What's wrong, daddy? This is Mikki, daddy, you can talk to me!"
Ted started to speak, but his words were too slurred to be coherent.
"What, daddy? I can't hear you."
Ted lowered his hands and turned to face her. She couldn't remember ever having seen him in such a sorry state before. His eyes were all bloodshot, and his voice cracked when he tried to speak.
"I-I lost some money," he finally managed. "A lot of money!"
"H-How much, daddy? To who?"
He cleared his throat. "J-Jason Trim - " He cleared his throat again, and took a long sip of the liquor in his glass. "Jason Trimble."
"Jason Trimble? Oh, daddy, how did you do that?"
"Cards," he said. "I lost it playing cards."
"But why?"
"I-I know this sounds foolish," he began, "but I did it for your mother. The way we've been fighting lately, the way we never had a honeymoon - much less, a decent church wedding."
"Oh, daddy, she doesn't care about that anymore. All she wants is a kind word once in awhile, or a peck on the cheek like you used to give her back in the old days."
Ted blinked at his daughter, and swallowed tightly. He was already feeling a little better, talking with Mikki always did make him feel better. She was the only one in the whole world who could understand him.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's too late to do anything about it now, though."
"Oh, no it isn't Da -"
He raised his hand for her to be silent. "I-I bought some property up on Camano Island," he said.
"Camano Island?"
"Sure. Mikki, do you remember a few years back when your mother wanted to buy some recreation property at Ocean Shores?"
Mikki nodded.
"Boy," Ted continued, a faint smile flickering across his lips at the memory. "She sure did want to buy in down there. The Browns and the Denglemeyers, the Carlsons ... everybody and his dog was buying in down there." He traced the rim of his glass with one thick finger. Mikki placed her hand on his wrist, as much to steady herself as her father. "But we ... we couldn't afford it."
Ted took a long pull from his glass and stared blankly at the wall in front of him. Tears of bitterness formed in his eyes. "Your Mama never complained though, not when I explained to her the way things were." He turned his face to his daughter once again. Her face was tense with worry and concern. "Anyway, to make a long story short; I got a hold of a piece of property up in the San Juans last year - Camano Island - and I figured on having it paid for in time for our Silver Anniversary next month." Mikki squeezed his arm reassuringly. "But ... but the way things look, I'm going to have to get my equity out of it so I can replace the money I took out of savings, before your mother finds out it's gone."
"Does she know? About the property, I mean?"
"No. It's just as well though. I was saving it for a surprise, only I didn't want her worrying about the payments, so I wanted to get it paid off first. That's why I got in that game. It's a crying shame, too. Real nice piece of property. Had its own private beach, and-"
"But Jason Trimble is a crook, daddy!"
"Yeah, I know!" He took a sip from his glass and grimaced. "I used to be a pretty fair hand at poker when I was in the Navy, and I thought ... Hell, I don't know what I thought."
"Did he cheat you?"
"Oldest shuffle in the deck, Mikki."
"Huh?"
"Well, to begin with, the other three guys in the game, including Trimble, were all in cahoots. Cheat or no cheat, I'd have to crumble sooner or later against three-to-one odds."
"Can't you go to the police, daddy?"
"Can you think of a quicker way to let your mother know I lost all our savings?"
"Oh."
Mikki swallowed tightly and stole a glance at the pistol lying at her elbow. "W-Were you really going to shoot yourself, daddy?"
"I ... I don't know Mikki. I think so."
"How much money did you lose, anyway?"
"Twenty-five hundred."
"Wow t"
"That's not the half of it. Now, he wants another grand in interest, because I was a few days late getting him his money."
"Oh, daddy! Have you got it?"
"Nope."
"What will he do?"
Potter drained his glass. "Well, it was his people who tried to run Bill down the other morning."
"Go to the police, daddy! Promise me you'll go to the police!" her hand tightened around his upper arm. "Mama would rather have you alive than the savings, any day."
"Aw, Mikki, you can't touch a guy like that. He's got more insulation around him that a hot wire."
"What will you do?"
"I don't know. I know what I'm not going to do, though!"
"What's that?"
Ted refilled his glass. His whole body felt numb, and very, very tired. "He offered me a deal. He said if I played ball with him, he'd forget the other thousand."
"I don't follow you, daddy. What kind of deal?"
"He wants you, Mikki." he whispered.
Me? What fo - " her words stuck in her throat at the sudden impact of her father's words. "Oh, daddy! That ... That's terrible!"
"You're telling me, kitten?" he took another sip and belched. "Yea, Ol' Trimble's a real sweetheart, ain't he?"
Mikki's mind went back a couple of days to the two men who had come to see her father. Instantly, she knew that the shorter, better-dressed of the two was Jason Trimble. She supposed he might be considered good looking by some women, in a creepy, silken sort of way. And, after all, it was her father's life they were talking about!
"I-Is there any other way, daddy?"
Ted shook his head. "Not that I can think of, Mikki."
"I-I'll do it!"
"Oh, Mikki, NO!"
"It's just for once, isn't it? And, he'll forget the whole thing?"
"Oh, Mikki, if you think I'd let you-"
"Do you call him, or do I do it myself?"
"I-I - " Ted buried his face in his palms once again, and began to weep softly. "Oh, Mikki. My baby. My baby!"
Mikki stood, picking up the pistol and emptying out the chamber as he had taught her to do so many times when they used to go target shooting. "You go to bed now, daddy. If your own daughter can't help you, then nobody can!"
Her sudden act of bravado fooled no one, least of all herself. The mere idea of having anything to do with someone the likes of Jason Trimble made her feel nauseous, but ...
"Mikki, listen - "
"I want you to promise me you'll never gamble again, daddy!"
Ted, his voice gone now, nodded grimly in the affirmative.
"And you won't try anything 'foolish' tonight?"
"No," he whispered meekly.
Mikki placed the emptied revolver in her robe pocket and started for the door. "Everything will work out fine, daddy," she said. "I'll see you in the morning."
Ted listened breathlessly for the sound of the door closing behind her, then straightened and put the cap back on the bottle of liquor. A flood of relief coursed through his body. For a moment, he wasn't sure it was going to work.
Chapter 8
On Saturday, the rains returned. Hard, driving rains, and wind. Halloween was close at hand, and nature seemed to be conspiring with the spirits in a grandiose dress rehearsal of the sainted night. Trees bowed their majestic heads in respect, and sometime in the early afternoon, the first distant claps of thunder were heard.
Alone in his father's plush Tower Plaza apartment, Jeff Trimble and his girl friend, Jacqui Potter, sat talking in the living room.
"Wow, Jeff, that's sure some storm were having out there!"
"Yeah, it is. The guy on the radio said the Coast Guard was issuing gale warnings, so the wind must be up to around forty knots by now.
"Oh, Jeff, did you see that flash?"
"Lightning?"
"Mmmhmm. God , isn't it exciting?"
"Not as exciting as your ass."
"Oh, Jeff, be serious!"
"You really let Benny and that hitchhiker screw you in the butt?"
"I didn't let them, Jeff - they just did it!"
"Same difference. You said you liked it."
"Yeah, I guess so, in a crazy sort of way. I came like a fountain, but I don't know if I'd ever want to do it that way again - not for a long time, anyway. I'm so sore I can hardly sit."
"I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it, Jacqui."
"God, Jeff, we just got through!"
Jeff rose from the couch and crossed to the window. He plunged his hands in his jeans pockets, and stared out at the choppy gray waters of the sound in the distance, pouting. "Want me to blow you, Jeff?"
"Aw, you don't want to, Jacqui."
"Yes I do, Jeff," she cooed lovingly, rising from the couch to stand behind him at the window. "Honest, I do!"
"Did you blow Benny?"
"No ."
"Artie?"
"No. I haven't done it for anybody, Jeff."
"How do you know you'd like it then?"
" 'Cause it's wicked. I like everything that's wicked."
Jeff spun on his heels and embraced his girl friend passionately. She was nuttier than a fruitcake, he thought, but her complete candor brought a warm smile of affection to his pouting lips. "You're something else, Jacqui," he said, kissing her on the tip of her upturned nose. "Maybe I will marry you, after all."
"Oh, Jeff!" she cried, snuggling against him. "Would you? It'd be so much fun! We could-"
"Of course, that would depend on how good a cocksucker you are," the sixteen year old teased.
"Try me!" she wrinkled her nose at him. "You can even cum in my mouth!"
It sounded almost like a challenge.
"Okay, slave, " he smiled. "Follow me to the boudoir. But we'll have to be quick, dad wants us out of here by five o'clock."
Jacqui took his offered hand, and trailed him into the beautiful Trimble master bedroom. "Oh, really? Why?"
"I don't know. Probably got some chick coming up here tonight, and he wants to get the place cleaned up first. He's quite the dude when it comes to women ... for an old guy."
"MMMmmm, I'll bet he is!"
"Don't get any ideas!"
"Have you ever seen him in action?"
Jeff shut the door behind him, cautiously slipping the lock. He turned to face his girl friend, who was busy bouncing up and down on the edge of the enormous round bed. His face was reddened in embarrassment. "Yeah, I seen him a couple of times."
"Really? I'll bet he's got a big one, doesn't he?"
"Aw, Jacqui, come on! What kind of chick are you?"
"A horny one. Hurry up and take your thing out!"
Jeff hurriedly stripped out of his Levi's and jockey shorts, and stood facing the sitting girl on the bed. Jacqui, her blouse previously unbuttoned, sat otherwise fully clothed.
"You want me to take off my clothes, too, Jeff?"
"No, I think you look pretty sexy with just your titties hanging out like that."
Jacqui inched the hem of her short skirt up to where just the fringe of her panty-less pubic mound peeked out blondely below. "How 'bout this?"
"Even better!"
Jeff arched his back then, so that his body resembled a tautly strung bow, with his rising cock thrusting out in front of him like the point of the arrow on the same level as the seated girl's lips. She gave her head a quick jerk, tossing the cascading shimmer of her golden hair out of her eyes. Then, reaching inside her mouth with pinching fingers, she withdrew something, wadded it into a tight little ball and gave it a short toss in the general direction of a wastebasket on the far side of the room.
"What the hell are you doing, Jacqui?"
"You don't want me to get bubble gum on your cock, do you, dummy?"
With a lighthearted giggle, Jacqui gripped the rigid rod of the boy's desire-aroused penis in her hand and lewdly began to jerk the adolescent's foreskin up and down in rough unpracticed motions.
"Hey, take it easy, will you? You know how to skin a cock!"
"Sorry, Jeff. I guess I'm kind of excited." Slower now, she gently squeezed a pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface and unceremoniously swiped it away with the tip of her darting pink tongue.
"I-It's salty, Jeff!"
"Is it? I wouldn't know, myself."
In the infinity of mirrors that seemed to adorn all the walls and the ceiling of the large master bedroom, Jacqui could see herself holding and licking Jeff's passion-reddened penis from every possible angle. It was exciting to imagine what kind of "parties" Jeff's dad might throw in a room like this.
"Did Tina do this for you last night?"
"Uh-huh. For a little while, anyway."
"Is she good at it?"
"You'd better believe it!"
"I'll be better, Jeff. You tell me if I do anything wrong."
She lowered her head then, her moist pink lips parting to receive the glistening cock-head she cupped almost reverently in her palm. It reminded her of a peeled hard boiled egg as it slipped between her saliva-slickened lips.
"A-plus for lesson one!" Jeff gasped above her. "Now, be careful not to scrape it too hard with your teeth!"
She was surprised at how easily her mouth relaxed to accept his considerable size, and wondered - with a secret smile - if she weren't perhaps a "born cock-sucker".
"Good, baby, good! Now suck on it. Real slow now, that's it!"
Instinctively, judging from the slight, often nearly imperceptible twitches and moans coming from her boy friend, Jacqui knew exactly how much pressure to apply as she burrowed her tongue lewdly into the hole in his cock's tip, and how much saliva to maintain in her mouth at all times for maximum voluptuousness. He tasted strong and masculine on her sensitively swirling tongue, but not at all unpleasant. In fact, she felt as if she could very easily develop a taste for prick.
"Oh, baby! Your mouth is like warm cream!" Suddenly, she stopped. "Jeff," she said, raising her mischievously sparkling green eyes to him, "is your father really having a girl come over this evening?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?"
"I want to stay and watch."
"Are you nuts? If dad caught us here, he'd-"
"You've done it before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but that's different."
"Why is it?"
"Well, to begin with, it was just me, see, and-"
"I'll be quiet, Jeff. Honest I will." She continued to stroke the painfully-swollen length of his virile young cock with her knowing fingers. "Of course, if you want to suck your own cock ... !"
"Why you conniving little bitch!" he smiled down at her. "Aw, what the hell ... Okay, for Christ's sake!"
"Oh, cool, Jeff!"
"But we'll have to be pretty goddamn quiet, understand?"
She nodded vigorously. "Sure, Jeff. Where do we hide?"
"That section of mirror on the far wall is two-way glass. Dad has a secret room built behind it. It's small, but private."
"Wow! Your dad thinks of everything, doesn't he!"
"Just about. Now, I believe you were sucking my dick?"
* * *
Jason Trimble hastily threw on his coat. He was running a little late already, and he damn sure didn't want to be late when Potter's daughter came over that evening. Damn, he still couldn't get over the fact that she was actually coming over! He could have sworn he was going to have a scrap on his hands with that Potter guy. But, you never really knew how the cards would fall - not always.
"You dropping by later on, 'Toad'?"
"I thought you had that girl coming over, Mr. Trimble."
"Yeah, that's right, 'Toad'. There'll be some left over, though. She looks like a nice healthy girl."
A frightening smile crossed the standing giant's puttyish features. "Yeah, sure, Mr. Trimble. She's a real pretty one!"
"Yes, she is," Jason nodded and, again, he wondered at the startling similarity the young blonde housewife bore to the little number Jeff had been going around with all summer. Hell, she looked enough like her to be her sister!
"What time should I come over, Mr. Trimble?"
"Oh, around seven or seven-thirty, I guess. She's coming at six, so that should give me enough time to try her out before you ruin her for anything smaller than a circus pony."
The big man's face broke into an open grin.
* * *
Nervously, Mikki Chalmers paced back and forth across the living room rug, occasionally glancing at her watch, then walking to the mirror on the closet door to primp at her hair or fidget with the spaghetti straps on the black mini cocktail dress she'd chosen for the evening. She'd only worn the dress on one other occasion - her last anniversary, as a matter of fact - but this was the first time she'd worn the daringly low-cut garment without a brassiere before, and she felt quite naked beneath it. But, in view of the circumstances, it seemed somehow in keeping to keep her garments at a minimum. The more she wore over there, the longer it would take to remove it and put it back on again - and under no circumstances did she want to prolong her ordeal any more than was absolutely necessary. In truth, she was scared half out of her wits, and couldn't even think about what lay ahead of her without getting physically nauseous. At least daddy had had enough presence of mind to get mama out of the house, taking her and the twins down to Tacoma to see aunt Janet ... "So Mikki could get some rest!" God, why did daddy ever have to get mixed up with that guy!
It was nearly time now. Mikki gave her reflection a last quick inspection. Hair? Good. Make-up? A little too heavy for normal wear, but then, a man like Jason Trimble probably liked his whores to look bitchy, anyway! Earrings? Oh, Christ, she'd forgotten to even bring any! Oh well, she'd just have to borrow a pair of mother's old-fashioned dangling rhinestone ones. Shoes? Okay. Kind of bitchy-looking, being identical to the pair Ward had bought for Jacqui, except that these were white - but okay. Let's see now, what else? A cab! God, she still had to call a taxi!
* * *
"This isn't much of a 'room', but it suits its purpose, I suppose."
"Oh, Jeff, it's super!"
The room, barely wide enough for the single short couch it contained, was carpeted and soundproofed. About ten feet long, it was actually more of a wall space than a room. There were doors at either end; the one by which they had entered, through the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom; the other, a safety feature, opened into the rear of the hall closet.
"There's a speaker overhead, too, so we can hear everything that's going on."
"Really? Oh, cool!"
"Dad doesn't bring that many chicks up here ... unless they're pretty special. He usually takes them to the office - I guess so I won't come barging in on him."
Jacqui couldn't suppress a girlish giggle. "What would he do to us if he caught us in here, Jeff?"
"Probably kick my ass and fuck yours!"
"Oh, Jeff, c'mon! I'm serious."
"Me too!"
Chapter 9
"Here, my dear," Jason offered graciously, helping Mikki off with her coat. "Let me have those wet things."
An icy chill thrilled up the tall voluptuous blonde's spine as his fingers made exciting contact with the bare flesh of her shoulders.
"It sure is a miserable night out, isn't it?" he called from the closet.
"Yes. Yes it is." In more ways than one!
"You're prompt. I like that!"
I'll just bet you do! she thought.
"Well, shall we go into the living room?" Mikki couldn't prevent an involuntary intake of breath at the sudden sumptuousness of her surroundings as they stepped down into the sunken living room. Everything in the room looked like it should be in a museum of modern art, yet, there was none of the coldness associated with that type of decor. Even though the predominant color scheme was black and white - which, incidentally, matched her own ensemble perfectly - the careful blending of warmer accent colors and natural textures seemed to breath a natural life into the impeccable setting. Still, there were undeniable evidences of the owner's character lying about: the interior decorator - and there most assuredly had been an interior decorator - had seen to that. There were, for example, a carved ivory candy dish supported on the backs of a pair of copulating elephants, and an imposing bleached-out skull of an ibex mounted on the wall above the gray-marble fireplace.
"What do you think of my place, Mikki?"
"It's very nice," she admitted, guessing correctly that the furnishings alone had cost more than her own entire house in suburban Renton.
"I'm rather proud of it, myself," he smiled crookedly. "Why don't you sit down while I mix us up a drink?"
"Oh, none for me, thanks. I-I don't drink."
"Nonsense, my dear! The human body cannot survive without the frequent ingestion of liquids in one form or another." He motioned for her to sit down on a long black, chrome and leather settee, then crossed to the large cocktail bar that dominated one entire end of the room. "Perhaps, however, you would prefer something nonalcoholic. Coke, maybe? Tomato juice?"
"Tomato juice would be fine."
As precisely as a bartender at the Olympic Hotel, Jason Trimble busied himself with the potables. "Are you married, my dear?"
"Yes," she cleared her throat. "Any kids?"
"Twin girls."
"But, you're just a child yourself!"
You're not fooling anybody with that suave bit, buster, so you might as well come off it and get down to business!
"I have sons, myself," Trimble continued, oblivious of Mikki's confidence-bolstering thoughts. "I always wanted a daughter, though."
He was standing in front of her then, holding a drink in either hand. "Here we are, my dear. Try this on for size," he said, and she accepted the red one. "I'm what you might call a Black Russian freak, myself."
Trimble sat down next to her on the settee, patting her nylon-covered knee in mock affection. Then, sensing her almost simultaneous recoil from his clammy touch, he withdrew his hand and smiled. "Try your tomato juice, dear."
Gingerly, Mikki sipped at her decorative-looking beverage, tasting immediately the alcohol he'd put in it. It was faint, and decidedly woody in flavor.
"Sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly, his shark's eyes sparkling lewdly. "I just can't stand to waste good mixer."
She sipped again, finding the piquant flavor not in the least unpalatable. "What is it?"
"A Bloody Mary. Do you like it?"
"It's good. What are you drinking?"
"Vodka and Kahlua. Would you like to taste it?"
The sudden thought of sharing a drink from the same glass as the very man who was trying to muscle her father, knotted the young housewife's stomach in a tight little ball. "N-No, thank you."
He leaned back on the settee, then, and studied her proudly postured profile over the rim of his glass. "Tell me a little about yourself, Mikki. Do you like sex?"
* * *
"What the hell are they doing in there, Jeff?"
"Aw, my of man likes to play 'Mr. Cool' when they first get over here. Don't worry though, he'll be hauling her ass in here before too long, you can bet on that!"
"Who is she? Have you ever seen her before?"
"Hell, I don't know. I only caught a glimpse of her when she came down the steps - same as you."
"All I could see was that she had blonde hair."
"Yeah, me too. Don't sweat it though, they'll be coming in here pretty soon, then. we'll see what color the hair on her cunt is!"
"Are you excited, Jeff? I am!" she took the boy who sat next to her on the couch's hand and guided it between her legs. "Here, just feel how wet I am!"
"Don't stain the couch. My of man can smell pussy a block away!"
"Jeff," she began in a lower tone, "did you really like the blow job I gave you?"
"Sure, what makes you think I didn't?"
"Well, you didn't want to cum in my mouth."
"Oh, shit, Jacqui, you worry about the stupidest fucking things!"
"I'm serious, Jeff. Why wouldn't you do it?"
" 'Cause I wanted some left when we started watching. I thought I'd fuck you while we watched. But ... uh-oh!"
"What's the matter, Jeff?"
"Looks like we get to wait a little longer!"
[ :Looks "I guess Dad's going to give her the full treatment. They're turning the lights off in the living room!"
"So?"
"So, he's probably going to show her one of his raunchy fucking movies!"
* * *
"Oh, really, Mr. Trimble, I don't think I want to see a stag movie."
"Nonsense, child! It'll help get you into the proper mood!"
Jason pressed a button on the same table-mounted control board that had switched off the lights, and instantly a motion picture screen began to unroll electronically from a recessed mounting in the center of the living room ceiling.
"Take your shoes off and relax, my dear. Just settle back and enjoy yourself."
"Really, Mr. Trimble-"
"I said take your goddamn shoes off and relax, didn't I!" he bellowed suddenly, for the first time raising his voice to her. Then, ashamed at his loss of control, he softened. "It will likely go a lot easier for you if you cooperate, Mikki."
Did she have a choice? What would happen to daddy if she were to back out now? Things would probably be even worse!
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Trimble. W-Would you like me to get undressed now?"
Jason studied her profile for a long moment in the dim light of the fireplace. "Just your dress," he said. "We'll leave the rest for later."
"But I'm not wearing anything else!"
"Nothing?"
"Well, a garter belt and my nylons ... but that's all." Mikki could feel her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
"That's fine. Just take off the dress then!" Mikki stood and began to remove her dress. Her hands trembled now with a sudden feeling of being trapped. Before, when she'd first arrived at the apartment, her attitude had been one of practiced defiance, but now, now she knew that she'd been fooling no one, least of all herself. He'd seen through her mask of nonchalance as clearly as she'd seen through his mask of genteel sophistication. His would be the final word in all things tonight - she was merely his toy for the evening.
"Have you ever seen a 'blue movie' before, Mikki dear?"
Mikki shrugged her slender arms through the thin black straps of the dress and reached behind her to undo the catch to her zipper. "No," she said simply, "but I know what they are."
Jason, fumbling with the control board on the wedge-shaped table that interposed itself between two curved sections of the couch, glanced up at her, grinning. "This is a good one. One of my latest."
Terrific! Mikki thought facetiously, drawing the length of her zipper down her naked back. Maybe it it'll be so good you'll cum in your pants, and I can go home an honest woman!
Trimble pressed the appropriate button and a parti-colored light knifed through the darkened living room. He returned to the settee.
Oh, Goody ... Technicolor!
"You're really quite lovely, my dear, did you know that?"
"Oh, really?" she returned sarcastically, bending forward and lifting up slightly to slide the dress over the flaring swell of her luscious buttocks. "I didn't think you'd noticed!"
Her breasts, dangling and free, swayed ponderously before her tilted torso, glistening in the meager light from the screen. A muted hum came from the far wall where the hidden projector - apparently set and ready to go when she got there - emitted its bright beam. Jason swallowed.
"Your breasts are delightful. Did you nurse your daughters?"
"Yes, I did," she said, wondering why this gangster should be interested.
"Are they still full of milk? They seem so large!"
"No, they're not!"
"That's too bad. I'd like it if they were."
The dress fell in a crumpled heap at her feet. Except for her black garter belt, nylons and white ankle-strap high heels, she was naked.
"Come over here, girl, and sit on my lap."
The mere thought of the ruthless, silken-mannered gang leader putting his hands on her naked flesh was enough to send ripples of nausea coursing through her helpless body. The entire situation seemed so bizarre and unreal. She was about to commit adultery with a man so unspeakably abhorrent to her that she wouldn't have given him the time of day under normal circumstances and it wasn't for love, not even passion, but merely to settle her father's gambling debt! Oh, God ... Ward... what am I doing?
"Hurry, my dear," he smiled lewdly up at her. "Don't be frightened."
She stood before his leering gaze, felt his hands on her narrow waist, felt him drawing her down to him, felt the. stiff and obvious bulge beneath his slacks ...
The movie was already in progress, but she could tell she hadn't missed much. The girl, a young Mexican girl obviously, sat on a handsome brocade couch, reading a book and eating a banana. She was wearing a pair of black baby-doll pajamas, and apparently naked beneath it.
"That's Rita," Jason breathed huskily into Mikki's ear, his hands looping sinisterly around her narrow waist. "She's my secretary."
"How nice for you," Mikki returned, at a loss for what to say or do.
The girl, about Mikki's age or a little older, was indeed beautiful. She had long, long black hair, and the most radiant olive complexion Mikki had ever seen. Her eyes, glimmering black, sparkled mischievously as she read with growing delight what was clearly intended to be a pornographic novel. How clever! Mikki mused in an effort to mask her own mounting anxiety. A plot!
Rita read faster now, flipping the pages with her thumb as she cradled the book in the fingers of the same hand, so that she could maintain her obscene grip on the banana she held in the other hand. Her lush sensual lips, coated thickly with inviting red lipstick, slicked up and down over the pale thick shaft of the peeled fruit in an obvious parody of oral intercourse. The camera zoomed in for an extreme close-up of Rita's fleshy inner lips clinging provocatively to the penis-like fruit on the outstroke.
"I did my own photography on this one," Trimble boasted. "Pretty damned good, if I do say so myself!"
A man suddenly appeared on the beaded screen, a big man. The big man who had accompanied Trimble when he'd come to see Daddy the other day!
"That's-"
"Yes, I know."
So the little lady is becoming interested, eh? Jason chuckled inwardly. Well, we'll see how she reacts when 'Toad' unreels that goddamn 'firehose' of his!
The girl in the movie appeared frightened then, and Mikki couldn't tell if it was part of the 'plot' or not. In any case, 'Toad' Benko was truly a frightening personage.
"Is he supposed to be a prowler or something, Mr. Trimble?"
"Just watch, my dear. Just watch!"
As Mikki found herself increasingly drawn into the small drama developing on the screen, she also became flinchingly aware of Trimble's big hands on her naked breasts. Still, because she knew it was inevitable, she did not protest. Not when he squeezed them, not when he pinched her nipples to an infinite hardness, not even when he took one puffy beige nipple into his evil mouth and began to suck wetly on it. After all, it wasn't her fault, was it? And, she was doing it for daddy. And, God! He certainly seemed to know what he was doing! It felt kind of good !
Benko, the man on the screen, was wearing an old Army overcoat ... with nothing beneath it. He shrugged it off of his massive, hair-covered shoulders, letting it drop to a crumpled heap at his feet. From the rear, he resembled a large ape. His enormous buttocks, flabby and the color of mottled slate, dimpled obscenely as he approached the then cowering girl on the couch.
The plot was simple; girl, alone in house, reads dirty book, gets turned-on ... enter mad rapist.
"W-What's he going to do to her?"
Trimble raised his eagerly sucking lips from Mikki's swollen breasts. "Just watch, Mikki."
The back of Rita's hand covered her mouth in a rather convincing display of stark terror. Still, nothing could be seen of the approaching man-ape but his hairy buttocks. What is she so afraid of? Mikki panicked inwardly, her own lush buttocks fidgeting nervously on Trimble's lap as she straddled him sideways, her hand around his shoulders, her fingers playing idly in the curly hair at the nape of his neck as he continued to suck her now heaving breasts with mounting enthusiasm. Then, suddenly, the camera began to swing into a side view.
Trimble could feel the young blonde housewife's body tense as the choked whisper, "My God ... oh, my God!" tumbled from her lips.
"He's rather large, wouldn't you say, my dear?"
Large? He's ... he's absolutely monstrous!
"Mikki?"
"Huh? ... Oh, yeah," she gasped incredulously, "he most certainly is!"
Benko's lust-swollen penis jutted straight out from the matted thick hair of his loins like a jouster's lance. It looked at least ten inches long ... and still growing!
"Do you like that, my dear? Does it turn you on?"
The head of it, as large as a small apple and equally as red, glistened ominously as it approached the cringing girl's mouth.
"He's ... he's ... he isn't ... ?
"Going to make her suck him off, Mikki? Yes."
As skillfully as a fisherman playing his catch on the line, Jason Trimble inched his gentle, yet powerful, hand toward the tender flesh of the blonde housewife's naked white thighs that squeezed together up so provocatively above her stocking tops. With each rapid breath now, the marshmallow succulence of her well-sucked breasts melted into the features of his face. Her nipples, stiff as spikes, grew out of their puffy surroundings like tiny clitorises eager to be sucked.
"Don't try to fight it, my dear. There was more in your drink than a little vodka."
"There was?"
"Yes," he lied, "an artificial stimulant ... an aphrodisiac. "
"Really?" she returned, her voice thickened with mounting passion. "I-Is that why I feel so ... so funny?"
It was a lie, but being the good judge of human nature he assumed himself to be, Jason Trimble pressed on - after all, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her type before, the beauty queen trapped in an early marriage, clinging desperately to unrealistic dream-images of what that marriage should be, yet torn by an over-ripened body, curious as to what sex would be like with another man, the affair waiting to happen - it was an old story ... nearly as old as the one unfolding on the screen before her mesmerized eyes ...
Benko reached forward and cruelly grabbed Tina's luxuriant mane of shimmering dark hair in his meaty hand, jerking her head back viciously. His other hand shot forward in a tooth jarring backhand that would have sent the girl sprawling backward but for his grip on her hair.
"W-Why is he doing that?"
"Look at his penis, Mikki. Does it look any different?"
"I-It looks even bigger ... and it's all shiny and red!"
"He's a sadist, my dear."
"Oh, that poor girl!"
"Is she?"
Mikki's trembling buttocks, naked below the clinching black strip of her garter belt, wriggled nervously on Trimble's lap. She could feel the bulge beneath her thighs pulse and expand heatedly, and knew immediately what it was. Yet, peculiarly, there was a certain thrill in being so close to an evil man's swollen penis, to feel it pressing against her naked flesh through the scratchy material of his slacks. And it wasn't really her fault, was it? She was only trying to help her father, and the vile racketeer had put something in her drink!
The young housewife's eyes returned again to the movie screen where, gripping his glistening gargantuan shaft by the base, the monstrous 'Toad' Benko was beginning to rub the blood-engorged head of his cock on the cringing girl's face, paying most attention to her full red lips, until her features began to shine with the sticky white nectar he smeared on them. Her eyes, opened wide and fluttering in fear, were brimmed with tears of shame.
"She's a damned good actress, that girl!" Trimble stated proudly. "Don't you think, Mikki?"
"S-She's acting? She's really not afraid of him?"
Then, miraculously, the ruby-red head of the giant's penis popped inside the straining lips of the wide-eyed Mexican girl. Somehow, though, it was beyond Mikki's understanding, a cold shudder of delight spasmed deep in her own loins. It was exciting to watch that poor girl being subjected to evil ... just as she, Mikki, was being forced to Jason Trimble in order to save her dad.
"She's loving every second of it, Mikki. I gave her some of the same stuff I gave you before we shot the film."
"Y-You did?"
Trimble's lewdly searching hand was on her tingling pussy now, rubbing and probing with lingering delight. His finger, two fingers, began to part the silken blonde curls of her pubic hair. "What are you d-doing, Mr. Trimble?"
"I'm going to finger-fuck you, Mikki," he rasped brokenly in her ear. "Would you like that, while you watch Rita suck that man's big thick cock?"
Oh, God, it was happening! What should she say? What could she say?
"Yes, I-I think so."
Trimble chuckled to himself as he pressed his middle finger slowly up into Mikki's passionately seeping pussy flesh. The powers of suggestion always seemed to work better on these young ones, he mused with sadistic satisfaction. He felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with his probing hand as his middle finger entered her easily and wormed its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then slipped a second finger up in beside the first.
"How is it, Mikki? How do you like my fingers inside that pretty little pussy of yours?"
"I-I like it!" she admitted, shamefully. Oh, God . .. Ward ... Daddy ... Mama ... Tammy and Debby ... I'm so sorry... !
"Watch the movie, Mikki. Look how Rita sucks that fat cock!" Trimble pressed. "Look how her saliva spills out of the corners of her mouth because there's no room for anything but his prick in there!"
* * *
"What the hell is taking so long, Jeff?"
"Hell, I don't know, Jacqui. They shouldn't be too much longer, though. Dad's movies are usually pretty short."
"I'm so hot, Jeff, I don't want to wait for them."
"You don't?"
"Do I feel like I want to wait?"
Jeff's dipping finger, slicking wetly in and out of the naked pussy of the girl sitting next to him on the couch, paused suddenly and withdrew. "Okay, goddamn it. Lie down."
* * *
Long, delicious minutes passed. Trimble's fingers had churned Mikki's milking cunt-flesh to a virtual froth. The girl in the movie continued sucking on Benko's unnaturally massive cock, swallowing her own saliva to keep from gagging. His lust-bloated rod of flesh reached far back into her throat. He came ... and came ... and came. She sucked. Sucked and swallowed.
"Oh, God!"
"Getting to you, Mikki? Do you like what you see? Don't you wish that you were sucking that big cock, instead of Rita?"
"Oh, Mr. Trimble, please do it now!"
"Do what, my dear?"
"M-Make love to me."
"But I don't love you, Mikki. I mean, how can I make love to-"
"Oh, God! Screw me then, is that what you want to hear?"
"Shall we go to the bedroom?"
"I don't care! Anywhere ... anything! FUCK ME!"
Like an ancient conqueror, Jason swept the nearly naked young housewife up in his arms and plodded off towards the ornate bedroom, leaving the projector to shut itself off automatically once the last few minutes of film had played themselves out. The bedroom door was already ajar. He kicked it open the rest of the way and tossed the frustrated blonde girl down on the enormous round bed. "Get up on your knees," he said. "I'm going to fuck you like the little whore that you are!"
Obediently now, the lovely blonde mother of two scrambled to her hands and knees. She couldn't remember having ever been so excited sexually before. The very hopelessness of her plight had triggered some subconscious masochistic response deeply within her. She saw her obscenely kneeling form reflected to infinity in the countless mirrors that covered the walls of the room, and she wiggled her naked white buttocks back and forth salaciously in lewd invitation to the hastily stripping gangster behind her.
"Oh, hurry, Mr. Trimble ... please! I want to get screwed sooo bad!"
* * *
"Good fucking Christ!" Jeff blurted out suddenly from above the writhing form of his eagerly fucking girl friend.
"What is it, Jeff? What's wrong?"
"You ain't gonna believe this," he said, "but that girl out there sure looks like your sister!"
"Oh, come on! Mikki... and your father? You've got to be kidding!"
"Bullshit! It's her all right, and it looks like he's going to fuck her dog-style!"
"Let me up, Jeff. I don't believe you."
Jacqui felt her jaw drop open in shock at the sight before her as Jeff's dad, himself naked now, his enormous lance-like rod of male flesh sticking out menacingly in front of him, climbed up behind the slavishly kneeling form of her older sister. "My, God!" she whispered. "Oh, my God!"
"Hey, listen, Jacqui. I didn't know my of man was messing around with-"
"My God!"
"I mean, Jesus Christ, Jacqui, I-"
"Shut up, Jeff! ... God, he certainly does have a big one, doesn't he?"
"Jacqui, listen, if you'd rather go-"
"Are you out of your mind, Jeff? I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
* * *
With that sixth sense common to men in his profession, 'Toad' Benko could feel something wasn't quite right the moment he got into his car in the Trans-Pacific parking lot. It wasn't anything in particular, just that one didn't question those things if one were to stay alive in this business.
Instantly, his beefy hand reached inside his jacket pocket to find the butt of his revolver. "Nice and easy, big man," a voice broke the silence from the rear seat. "Take it out butt first and lay it on the seat beside you."
Benko hesitated momentarily, but something cold and hard, something that felt uncommonly like a pistol barrel, pressed into the fatty folds on the back of his neck. "Now!"
Benko complied instantly, careful not to make any sudden motions that might startle his assailant. His eyes sought those of the man's behind him. It was too dark to tell, but there was something in the man's voice that let the big man know there was no choice but to play along until such time as a situation might present itself where he might be able to disarm him before he could get a shot off.
"Is this a stick-up?"
A hand reached over the seat to retrieve the pistol. "Where's Trimble? He's not in his office!"
There was something familiar about that voice. "H-He's out of town on business ... He's up in Vancouver, B.C.!"
The gun pressed tighter. There was an ominous click, like the sound of a hammer being cocked. "Where's Trimble!"
Benko recognized the voice. "You won't get away with this, Potter."
"I'm going to count to five, big man, and if this car isn't on the road to wherever your motherfucking boss is at by the time I get to three, your fat-ass brains are going to be splattered all over the windshield!"
Chapter 10
Mikki flinched automatically against the bulging cock-head beginning to press into her from behind. If Jason Trimble wasn't a match for his burly bodyguard, then he was a damned close second! Still, she was managing to bear up stoically, weathering the painful introduction of her blackmailer's lust-engorged penis in between the tender inner lips of her seeping pussy.
"Goddamn, you're tight, girl!" Trimble gasped hoarsely. "Are you sure you've had a couple of kids?"
Jason pressed cruelly forward into her ever-tightening cuntal passage, thinking Christ almighty! This little girl feels like a goddamn cherry!
"AAAaaauuuggghhh! Not too fast, Mr. Trimble, please! Give me a chance to get used to it!"
He was in only a little deeper than halfway and already she felt stuffed completely. Yet, despite her obvious discomfort, she was excited as well. She was finally indulging her most capricious fantasies - she was committing adultery ... and with an evil man, at that! She felt completely free now, different, yet somehow like her true self, or at any rate, the true self she liked to imagine herself to be. The "drug" Trimble had admitted giving her had rendered all pretense of resistance totally unnecessary on her part. What did it matter that her handsome young husband might be coming home in less than a month? What did it matter that she was being subjected to the lewd sexual whims of the most notorious extortionist in the city? What did anything matter, but that she got herself soundly fucked to within an inch of her life?
"Your punk husband have a cock like this, baby?" Trimble teased, flinching his ever-expanding cock deep within her tightly milking vagina. "Bet you ain't never had so much prick in you all at one time!"
"I-It hurts, Mr. Trimble."
"Do you want me to take it out?"
"N-No, God no! I want you to fuck me like ... like the lowest whore in creation, Mr. Trimble!"
In one buttock-flattening lunge, he entered her to the hilt, feeling the softly clinging flesh of her interior cuntal walls giving way reluctantly to his lust-thickened rod of rigid male flesh. Cruelly, he mauled and gripped the snow-white mounds of her quivering buttocks, enjoying the sensually exciting feel of her flaccid ass-flesh swelling between his clutching fingers. He knew he was hurting her, but that knowledge only served to increase the thickness of his already massive penis. He watched the slavishly postured girl flay her head back and forth in her efforts to keep from crying out in pain. Her low moans, muffled slightly by the black satin sheets she had her face buried in, drifted back to him, exciting him even further. Her grasping fingers extended and retracted, gripping the sheets tightly in her heartfelt agony. She was his!
He lunged into her like a man possessed now, deepening his strokes and increasing his tempo of fucking. He felt her begin to relax a little as her interior muscles grew weary of their prolonged contraction and her cuntal sheath began to fill with her and Trimble's combined secretions. How many young girls has this evil man skewered on the end of this very cock? her mind raged. How many young housewives and mothers? Like me! ... God, it was wonderful!
His hands left her buttocks then, as he humped forward lewdly and began to subject her ripely swinging breasts to the same vicious treatment. Then, subtly at first, but noticeably nonetheless, she began to raise her buttocks up and back to him, rotating them slightly, clinging and rippling obscenely along his rigid cock-length.
"Fuck me, Mr. Trimble! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME...,!"
* * *
"Wow, Jeff! Have you ever seen anything like that in your life?"
"Yeah, she's really starting to dig it now, ain't she?"
"MMMmmm! I can't say as I blame her, though. Just look at that cock on your father!" In an effort to prolong their excitement, Jeff had Jacqui sitting astride his lap with his own lust-stiffened young penis pressed up nakedly between her satiny thighs, rubbing against her seeping pussy without entering. Now, she had reached down with her slender fingers and had begun to press the end of it into her own passion-drenched vaginal sheath. She, too, wanted to feel that same excitement her older sister was feeling at that moment.
"Think you could take a cock that size, Jacqui?"
"I'd love to try!" God, it was exciting watching "Goody Two Shoes" getting it from behind while she knelt on her hands and knees like a bitch dog in heat! Still, Jacqui couldn't help but wish it was she and not her sister being so masterfully fucked by Jeff's wickedly handsome father.
"Jeff," she ground down on his entering cock, "I was just wondering, I mean, do you think we could-"
"Trade?" he finished for her. "Are you out of your goddamn tree?"
"Wouldn't you like to fuck my sister?"
"Not now, I wouldn't. You don't know how mad my of man can get!"
"But, Jeff ... Hey! Who's that coming through the door?"
"It looks like Dad's bodyguard, Benko."
"There's somebody behind him, too!"
"Holy shit, Jacqui! It's your dad!"
* * *
It was difficult to tell which of the two fathers was the more surprised. Jason Trimble, for obvious reasons; or Ted Potter, at finding his favored daughter not only in a compromising sexual position, but loving every minute of it!
"Don't stop, Mr. Trimble! Please keep fucking me, I love it! Cum in me, Mr. Trimble, cum in me!" Mikki chanted, still unaware that anyone had entered the room. Then, raising her head from the cool satin sheets; "Why did you stop, Mr ... DADDY!"
With seeming disregard to the pistol barrel pressing into his back, Benko smiled broadly. "Look like you got here a little too late, Potter!" he exulted.
"Shut up, goddamn you! Get down on the rug and lay flat on your ugly fucking face until I can figure out what I'm going to do with you!"
"L-Listen, Potter, maybe we could talk this-"
"You shut up, too, Trimble! Mikki, are you all right?"
"I-I don't know, Daddy."
"Whadda ya mean, you don't know!"
"I mean, well, I mean ... I-"
"She means she wants to get fucked, Daddy!" Jacqui said as she came barreling out of her secret hiding place.
"Jesus Christ, Trimble, you got my whole fucking family up here!"
"Hey listen, Potter, I didn't know she was here!"
"You lying sack of shit, I'm going to blow your raunchy fucking brains out!"
"Daddy, don't! He's right, he didn't know, and neither did Mikki. I came up here with Jeff ... Mr. Trimble's son."
"Yeah, I know who the punk is. Where is he?"
"He split. He didn't want to be here when the shit hit the fan."
"Well, at least one of you bastards has got some sense, Trimble!"
"Listen, Potter, you've been drinking. Why don't you take your girls on home and we'll forget the whole thing."
It was true, Ted Potter had been drinking. After he'd let his wife and granddaughters off at his sister-in-law's house, he'd doubled back home and proceeded to drink himself into this unanticipated act of blind courage. Still, it wasn't the whiskey pounding in his temples that had him unnerved now, it was the shock of discovering both of his pretty blonde daughters naked in the bedroom of the very savage bastard that had been blackmailing him all along. That, and the fact that the sight of their voluptuous, flawless bodies was giving him a tremendous hard-on.
"Daddy, what are you going to do?"
"I-I don't know, Mikki ... now. " Jesus Christ, Trimble still has his goddamn prick stuffed up Mikki's pretty little cunt!
God, she was beautiful, this older daughter of his! Hell, both of them were! Little Jacqui was a woman already, and he hadn't even noticed!
"Let Mr. Trimble finish fucking her, daddy," Jacqui interjected. "And ... and I'll fuck that fat guy lying on the floor, while you watch."
"Jacqui!" her elder sister blurted suddenly, not as intuitively aware of her father's true condition as her precocious sibling.
"She's already getting fucked, daddy," Jacqui continued, ignoring her. "So all you have to do is let them finish what they already started. And I'm not exactly a virgin anymore, not even in the ass-hole. And you do want so to watch, don't you, daddy?" Her voice had a peculiar mocking quality to it, strange even for her. It was her moment of triumph.
Ted's thick cock swelled even larger in his pants at the prospect of watching exactly what his youngest daughter proposed. It was sick. Sick and evil.
"Okay," he said drunkenly, still waving the pistol about. "If I've got two little whores for daughters, well then, I guess I can't do much about it at this late stage of the game. Benko, get your fat ass off the floor and screw my little girl! "
Quickly then, Jacqui took her place next to her sister on the big circular bed and anxiously awaited her "lover", Toad Benko, watching in awe as the giant man got to his feet and began to remove his soiled suit. In seconds, letting his clothing fall in a crumpled heap at his feet, he was naked. His cock, only half-erect, was easily the longest Jacqui had ever seen. "Wow!" she said. "Is that for me?"
Then, without hesitating further, he was behind her on the bed, spreading the perspiration-moistened crevice between her luscious ass-cheeks with the fingers of one beefy hand while the other stroked his rapidly thickening rod of flesh to an exquisite purple stiffness. He, too, was beginning to get carried away with the sudden atmosphere of unbridled passion. Easy now, man, he told himself. If this kid yells too loud it's liable to push that crazy drunk bastard over the edge and we'll all wind up worm food.
Shoulder to shoulder with her older sister, who was once again beginning to moan beneath Trimble's renewed fucking into her upturned loins, Jacqui bit her lower lip to keep from crying out at the unbelievable pain of the big man's entry into her already cock-hungry wet vagina. She moaned, loudly, but she didn't cry out, even when she felt herself tearing slightly down there. Pain or not, it was exciting ... wickedly, wickedly so!
Ted Potter's alcohol-laden mind was a maze of confused thoughts; Jacqui, he knew was a little whore ... yet, for the first time, he realized the horrifying truth behind his increased animosity toward her of late - he wanted her ... sexually! And Mikki, he wanted her too! Christ, she looked sexy with nothing on but that black garter belt and stockings and those mean-looking high heels. God, look at 'em both riding those big cocks.! his mind exploded, seeing the girls reflected in every possible angle in the mirrors that covered the walls and ceiling of Trimble's sumptuous bedroom. Just look at those little blonde daughters of mine taking it from behind like a couple of bitch dogs in heat!
Mikki, her body supported on her elbows, stared wonderfully at her father's face. The look in his eyes, even more frightening than the gun he held in his hand, sent shivers of icy fear up and down her spine. What was he doing? Why was he taking his pants off ... ?
"Oh, God, yes," Jacqui screamed as the throbbing pain in her pussy began to give way to the heated sensations of pure sensual pleasure, tingling outward over her naked white flesh. "Fuck me, you goddamn ape, fuck me!"
Whores! That's what they are! ... Whores ... Whores ... WHORES!
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Mikki gasped. "God, no wonder Mama lets him push her around!" Jacqui chortled when she saw her father's naked penis rising steadily upward and thickening in hopeless arousal.
Whores! Potter thought. Who cares about the gun. Who cares about Trimble or his henchman ... I've got to have my girls!
"You're going to blow me, Mikki! Both of you!"
He, too, was on the bed then, inching forward on his knees, falling back on his haunches when he had positioned himself within easy reach of his two daughters' pretty, fresh faces. His hand reached out and entwined itself in Mikki's angle-cut blonde hair, forcing her face down ... down ...
"Oh, Daddy ... MMMmmmff! "
Jacqui couldn't believe it, not only was her father forcing her older sister to suck his cock, but man, what a cock it was! It looked almost as long and thick as Benko's ... and she could vouch for what a wild joy-ride his was!
"Hey, what about me, daddy!"
"You, too, Jacqui ... there's enough here for both of you!"
Yessir! Ted laughed inwardly as he watched the eagerly sucking and licking faces of his daughters paying lewd homage to the hotly pulsating flesh of his rigid penis. Things are going to be a lot different around home from now on!
Their green eyes glittering lustfully as they worked incestuously on either side of their father's lust-reddened penis, taking turns nursing on its huge blood-bloated head, the beautiful blonde sisters skewered themselves back delightedly on the hard thick penises fucking into them from behind. Without a word, they managed to transmit their new found affection for one another, for at last, in sex, they had found their common denominator. There could be only one cause left for an argument now - namely, which of them would get to swallow daddy's sperm when he came. But then, who knows, there might be enough of that for both of them, too!
Of the five obscenely linked people of the circular bed, it was Mikki who started to climax first, and her sensual groans were just enough to set off the others.
"Oh God," she pleaded, as she humped frantically back on the rock-hard cock of her father's blackmailer. "Oh God, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, I -I ... I'm cuuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!"
And her slender, full-breasted body heaved and panted in even more insane fury as the waves of adulterous passion swept over her kneeling young frame and engulfed her in a bottomless whirlpool of lust. Only dimly did she feel Jason Trimble stiffen behind her and begin to thunder his burgeoning cock deeper and harder up into her helplessly spasming vagina.
Then his body tensed again, as he groaned out loud and began pumping his white-hot sperm in a searing, needle-thin stream up into the warm dark well of her cunt. His agonized groans mixed with Jacqui's next to him on the bed, as she, too, began to cum with her ovalled red lips still locked tight to her father's upthrusting penis.
Then, with a final weak shudder of her exhausted body, Mikki collapsed forward over her father's naked thigh, causing Jason Trimble's now softening penis to slip lewdly from her cum-drenched vagina. As depleted as she, Trimble fell heavily on top of his pretty blonde partner-for-the-evening.
The plush penthouse bedroom was filled with the climatic moans and exhausted pantings and groanings of the five people on the round mirror-ringed bed, but Mikki Chalmers lay there unaware of it all. Unaware of the warm wet flow of cum that trickled whitely back out of her ravished cunt and down between her legs. Unaware of the deep, foghorn-like grunts of 'Toad' Benko as his inhumanly large cock exploded deep inside her own little sister's hungrily welcoming belly. Unaware, too, that in the end it was that same little sister who was first to taste their father's life-giving sperm only inches from Mikki's head as she lay with her cheek pillowed on his thigh.
Chapter 11
"Wow, Mikki! Where'd you get these groovy boots?"
"At the Crop n' Saddle, where else!" Mikki returned from behind her lipstick brush. "If you'd like, I'll let you borrow them sometime."
"Oh cool, Mikki! Really?"
"Sure kid, what are sisters for?"
Jacqui, bouncing one of the ultra high-heeled patent leather boots in her hands, sat on the edge of her sister's bed, studying Mikki's reflection in the mirror over the dressing table. "You know, Mikki, I'm awfully glad it turned out the way it did and all. Jason Trimble had such a blast I swear he almost gave Daddy's money back to him! Anyway, at least he's not going to bother us any more. And you know, I guess ... well, I think I had you all wrong!"
"That's okay, Jacqui. I think I've had myself all wrong, too. Even Ward seems to think so."
"Ward?"
"Sure, you ought to give him a chance when he comes home next week. My husband's really a pretty nice guy once you get to know him."
"Jacqui's nose crinkled. "But, he seems so ... so straight!"
"Oh? You should read that last letter I got from him."
"What's it say?"
"It says he approves of my fucking other men while he's gone. It says as long as I promise not to get pregnant, I can fuck five times a day ... as long as I tell him about it."
"God! Ward said that?"
"MMMMmm!" she brushed her hair back softly with a brush, snapping a pair of old-fashioned spitcurls over her ears, just for fun.
"D-Did you tell him about Daddy?"
"Yes. I even told him about you and the hitchhiker."
"Jesus, what did he say about that?"
"He wants me to do it ... and he wants me to tape record the whole thing."
"Are you going to, Mikki?"
Mikki stood, admiring herself before the large mirror over the dresser. "That's where I'm going tonight. Benny's coming over to pick me up in about a half-hour."
"I hope you don't get one like I did!"
"Oh, I do! I want to try everything!" The twenty four year old housewife turned to face her younger sister then, her hands resting on her hips. "What do you think of this skirt?"
"God, Mikki, even mine aren't that short!"
"It's an old cheerleader skirt of mine. I feel pretty good about still being able to get into it."
"And out of it!" Jacqui finished for her. "Are you wearing any panties under it?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
Mikki sat down next to Jacqui then and began putting on her boots. Her skin-tight white blouse did little to hide the fact that she was not wearing a brassiere beneath it. Her nipples, beige and already stiffening in anticipation of the lewd night of illicit fucking ahead, stood out boldly against the thin material.
"Hey, I think Benny's here, Mikki. I just heard a car pull in the driveway."
"Oh, good, he's early!" she smoothed the leather of the second boot over her trim ankle and stood, pirouetting before the large mirror. "Well," she said, "what do you think?"
"I think you'll probably get raped before you get out of the house!"
"MMMMmmm! "
* * *
Mikki's foot hovered momentarily between the gas and the brake, then decided on the brake. Slowly, she depressed the foot pedal, easing the car over to the road shoulder. It was risky, picking up two guys, but just that much more exciting too!
"Hi! You fellas need a ride?"
God, she'd never seen such a rough-looking pair of men in her life. They looked like a couple of escape convicts or something. Ward would be pleased.
"It's kind of lonely for a girl to be out driving all alone on a night like this," she went on as the door slammed shut behind the last of the two men. "A girl could get raped or something." A shiver of lewd delight raced up her spine. "Take me, for instance. My husband's in the Army over in Vietnam," she lied, weaving her elaborate tale, "and I'm supposed to be staying with my sister in Chicago. Jeez, if somebody wanted to rape me, I couldn't do a damned thing about it without getting myself into trouble!" She could hear the breathing of the two men begin to quicken as she continued. "I mean, God, they could make me do anything they wanted and I'd have to do it! They could make me blow them, or fuck me in the asshole ... all night long ... and I couldn't even yell for help! ... God, they could even beat me if they wanted to!"
