Today's teenagers are caught in the throes of a startling and dynamic sexual revolution. Sexual subjects which were once considered taboo in American society are now openly and frankly discussed. Exponents of free love, gay-liberation movements, and champions of sexual equality bombard the confused teenager from all directions. Today's X-rated movies are explicit in their treatments of conventional and unorthodox sexual practices. Both heterosexual and homosexual relationships are dealt with in vivid detail. Television programs, advertisements, and publications have greatly relaxed their sexual codes and censorship is rapidly fading as the once-forbidden subjects involving various sexual techniques and practices, and their resultant carnal pleasures, are freely discussed in today's more relaxed sexual climate.
This new candor and emphasis on the joys of sex has the modern teenager trapped in a web of confusion. The impact of this new frankness and explicitness of hitherto unmentionable topics is often staggering in its intensity. Swept up in a time of change and uncertainty, of altering and often ambiguous moralistic codes and values, today's teenage girl is faced with problems that often prove overwhelming in their magnitude.
Unlike the young girls of generations past, the modern teenage girl has no sharp delineation of what is right and wrong to which she can turn to for guidance. She is forced to find solutions for sexual problems that did not exist for those before her. In years past, the difference between acceptable and unacceptable sexual behavior was clearly defined and society ostracized those who broke the rules. Loss of virginity before marriage was severely condemned and girls who failed to remain chaste paid dearly for their alleged misconduct.
But that was yesterday and despite the fact that many are shocked by the changing climate prevalent in modern times, we cannot turn back the hands of time. Today's sexually enlightened teenagers are not the unsophisticated innocents of yesteryear.
Medical research and scientific gains have stripped away the fear of unwanted pregnancy. Many forms of contraception are easily obtained and readily available. The legalization of abortion in many states offers an added margin of safety for the uninformed or careless sexually active female. A teenage girl no longer pays the former price for engaging in pre-marital intercourse. Should she not wish to terminate an unexpected pregnancy, she does not suffer the social stigma of generations past. Even celebrities conceive out of wedlock and thrust their swollen bellies proudly.
Today's young girls, therefore, undergo enormous pressures from within and from without. No longer able to use the fear of pregnancy as an excuse to refrain from sexual experimentation, enticed by the lure that sex is the panacea for all frustrations, they are forced to decide what is morally right for them as individuals. Some teenage girls indulge in sex out of curiosity but others do so for more complex reasons.
Teenage girls sometimes permit sexual liberties in the hope of gaining newfound popularity with the opposite sex. Others turn to sex for far different motives. Feelings of inadequacy, insecurity, and loneliness are common causes. Sexual promiscuity is often an unconscious way of rebelling against the pressures of today's society or lashing out, in secret retaliation, at parents or guardians who have hurt them.
Some girls indulge in sexual experimentation, then go on to achieve healthy satisfying adult relationships with the opposite sex. Others, however, are not so fortunate. Some girls become sexually promiscuous from neurotic compulsion. Motivated by deep-rooted feelings that they are unaware of, they seek sexual partners voraciously and indiscriminately. Driven by inner forces over which they have no control, they engage in a never-ending, compulsive quest for sexual gratification, but their true needs go unsatisfied.
Often striving, desperately, to compensate for a lack of parental love, they search for that which was denied them with every sexual encounter. Because the sexually promiscuous teenage girl is seeking to fulfill an emotional need through a physical act, her frantic quest goes on. Only when she is able to come face-to-face with her true need-the desire to be loved-will that which constantly eludes her be attained.
It is the hope of the publisher that this new novel, A Babysitter's Hunger, by famed author Andrea Michaels, will shed new light on this growing problem in today's society, that it will enlighten you, the reader, to the tremendous pressures facing today's teenagers. Unfortunately, promiscuous behavior is often condemned instead of understood. Perhaps the story of Bonnie Mae Owens will enable you to look upon the promiscuous teenage girl as a tormented individual driven by forces that she can neither comprehend nor control, to see her as she really is ... an unhappy girl who needs not censure but compassion and understanding.
--The Publisher
CHAPTER One
Bonnie Mae Owens posed before the full-length mirror on her bedroom door, pleased with the reflection of her nude body. Once Nick sees me like this, he'll no longer think of me as a child, she thought, her full, sensual mouth curving into a smile. Arching her back, she ' admired her flat stomach, jutting white buttocks, and firm, ripe breasts. She lifted her hands to fondle her huge bosom, pretending that the fingers caressing their luscious fullness were those of the darkly handsome twenty-six-year-old construction worker down the hall. Bonnie Mae was only fifteen but she possessed the body and desires of a mature woman. Her urgent fingers moved across the twin mounds to press their delicate pink nipples. It felt good so she pressed harder, pinching and twisting until her nipples sprang into hot, stiff points and her vagina throbbed, wet with uncontrollable desire.
"Oh, Nick," she moaned, closing her eyes. Fantasizing about the black-haired young man who'd moved in the apartment building three months ago but had failed to succumb to her charms, the voluptuous girl's right hand slid to the mound between her legs. How she ached for the real thing, for Nick's hands on her naked body, searching, probing, even hurting. And the feel of his mouth exploring her most secret places.
As she imagined him sucking her eager nipples, Bonnie Mae's excitement mounted. Breathing hard, she pushed one finger, then another, into her milky, pulsating cuntal opening. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded and her mouth slack as she worked her fingers feverishly in and out, rubbing her clitoris with her thumb.
Her other hand pulled and twisted her stiffly protruding nipples, first one, then the other, as she thought of Nick LaRocco. Oh, God, how I wish this was his penis inside me, she thought, moaning. I'd let him shove it clear up to my throat.
This wasn't the first time that Bonnie Mae had engaged in sexual fantasies about Nick. She'd been doing so ever since he moved in last February. Once she feasted her eyes on the handsome, young stud, half the guys who screwed her became Nick in her imagination. Her battery-operated vibrator was Nick, Since she'd started her little game of let's-pretend, Bonnie Mae had enjoyed sex more than ever.
If pretending is this good, she thought, her right hand moving faster, her probing fingers digging deeper, real live sex with Nick will probably blow my mind! She shoved her fingers higher, her thumb teasing the hotness of her swollen, erect clitoris. Bonnie Mae's hips pumped and her breath came in short, little gasps as her slick vagina grasped greedily.
She cried out as wave after wave of sensual pleasure rippled through her wet, gyrating love nest. At last, Bonnie Mae sighed contentedly and her hands grew still. The lovely, young body no longer ached for release, now, and her pink nipples were relaxed and yielding.
Tingling with the satisfaction she'd given herself, Bonnie Mae went to the bathroom to wash away the sticky juices of her spent passion. She bathed the inside of her shapely thighs, then spread the lips of her vulva to cleanse the tender, pink membranes within. Her fingers manipulated the washcloth with care, deliberately stroking the precious opening which had brought her such pleasure since she lost her cherry.
The auburn-haired teenager had been letting boys fuck her for almost a year now and enjoyed even her first virginal encounter. How she loved the feel of a desire-swollen penis pumping in and out of her convulsing pussy, the pleasure-pain of a hungry mouth sucking her huge breasts.
Lately, though, Bonnie Mae longed for something more. The teenage boys she shared her charms with no longer satisfied the young beauty the way they once did. In their panting eagerness, her youthful sex partners denied her the prolonged pleasure she ached for.
Whenever she suggested experimenting with new, unusual positions, the young studs got so excited that they climaxed right away. The girl found the sensation of a pulsating penis shooting warm sperm into her cunt so pleasurable that she'd cum, too. And it was all over much too soon. Even though her young partners seemed thoroughly satisfied, Bonnie Mae still ached with a throbbing need that hadn't been met.
Frustrated, the lovely redhead bought herself a cordless vibrator to help relieve her insatiable desires. What joys the long, penis-shaped gadget brought her! The mechanical sex organ never tired. Hour after sensual hour, Bonnie Mae lay with ivory legs spread wide and trembling as she thrilled to the rhythm of the vibrating, plastic cock.
Pretending that it was Nick LaRocco's penis moving inside her, the girl often worked herself into such a sexual frenzy that she'd cum again and again, her quivering, auburn-haired love nest soaked with the milk of hot desire as crying out with ecstasy, she enjoyed orgasm after thrilling orgasm.
Still, Bonnie Mae considered her vibrator a mere temporary aid. What she really wanted was a real, live cock that could bring her unsurpassed satisfaction.
It's time to stop playing with boys and find myself a man, she decided. Like Nick LaRocco. The first time she laid her eyes on the big hunk, Bonnie Mae knew that he was the one. For Nick, she'd throw away her vibrator and kiss all the other pricks good-bye. Just thinking about him made her thighs tingle. Somehow, she knew that the well-built man with the flashing eyes and white teeth could thrill her as no one else could.
I bet Nick could hump me for a solid half-hour before cumming, she grinned, wriggling into hip-hugger jeans and an emerald-green midriff shirt. The soft knit of the fabric clung tightly to her breasts, the outline of her perky nipples clearly visible. The outfit was new. She'd bought it with the first of her babysitting money and Bonnie Mae was well aware of the way it showed off her ample curves, the way the color flattered her green eyes and long, flaming hair.
Taunting words that her mother often hurled echoed through her mind as fully clothed now, the teenage girl stood in front of the mirror once again. "You're a fool, Bonnie Mae, a crazy dreamer. But someday, you'll wake up and face reality."
The stern-faced old woman had repeatedly warned her daughter that dreams only came true in fairy tales, not here in Chicago. But Bonnie Mae refused to let her embittered mother dim her hopes.
"Just because Ma wound up marrying a drunk who couldn't hold a job doesn't mean I have to," she told her reflection. Mr. Owens had died of alcoholism years ago, leaving them penniless. The aging, careworn widow supported herself and her daughter by working as a receptionist in a nearby medical building. Her modest salary, however, afforded few luxuries.
Desperate for clothing money once she had set her sights on Nick, Bonnie Mae found a steady babysitting job a few weeks ago. She sat for the seven-year-old son of Liz and Ralph Conway who lived down the street in an old frame house. The hours were flexible but she always started at seven when Liz left for the Mood Indigo Lounge where she worked as a cocktail waitress. Bonnie Mae babysat for Tracy until the boy's father came home.
Ralph Conway was an insurance man who'd just started with a new company and put in heavy evening hours tracking down new accounts. Usually, Bonnie Mae's employer came home around ten but there were nights when he'd return as late as one in the morning.
Bonnie Mae preferred his late hours for she not only made more money, but she had more fun as well. Ralph always phoned to give his wife or the young babysitter some indication of the time he'd return. Whenever he phoned to announce it would be a long evening, thinking the girl could sleep rather than wait up, Bonnie Mae had phoned boyfriends instead. She used the Conway bed, the living room floor, or the sofa. But not for sleeping!
It was a soft job. Bonnie Mae was crazy about kids and little Tracy was like the kid brother she'd always longed for. Bonnie Mae was an only child, a change-of-life baby-unexpected, unwanted, and unloved. Once little Tracy settled down for the night, the voluptuous babysitter could do as she pleased. Watch television, leaf through magazines, or invite some guy over to give her a good humping. Best of all, now she could buy the kind of clothes to make Nick LaRocco's eyes light up whenever she passed him in the hall.
And he would notice her! She'd feel that big prick of his inside her, yet. No matter what her old lady said, Bonnie Mae still believed in dreams. And hers was to seduce the handsome man who refused to give her more than a passing glance or a quick nod.
"All I have to do is make the most of what I've got," she told the image gazing back at her in the mirror. And Bonnie Mae had plenty to work with.
Just before leaving for the Conway house, Bonnie Mae poked her head out the door to see if her good-looking neighbor was in the hall. He wasn't, so she darted back into the apartment and grabbed the letter she'd stolen from Nick's mail-box after school. She'd knock on his door and hand him the envelope along with the phony story that the mailman had mistakenly placed it in the Owens' box but that she hadn't really looked at today's mail until just now. As she approached his door, Bonnie Mae didn't care if he believed her story or not. All she cared about was that Nick got a good look at her in this sexy, new outfit.
Just as she lifted her knuckles to knock, Bonnie Mae heard voices from within and she paused, listening.
"Oooohhh, Nicky!" a female voice gasped.
"Like it, baby?" Nick asked in a husky voice.
Bonnie Mae waited for the girl's reply but all she heard was a long moan, followed by grunting. Crouching, the curious redhead peered through the rusty keyhole, grateful for once that she lived in an old building.
Still, she couldn't see much. All she could make out from her limited vantage point was a tangle of legs on the sofa. But the gasps, grunts, and cries of pleasure told her what her eyes couldn't see. Nick was fucking some young girl and they were having a hell of a good time.
As she watched as much as she could see of the writhing, intertwined bodies, Bonnie Mae felt a slow warmth creep up her thighs and spread deliciously across her genital area.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Nickeeee!" the girl shrieked.
Bonnie Mae felt a dampness in her crotch as she throbbed with both desire and jealousy. Whoever that bitch is, I hate her! she seethed. Unable to bear the sights and sounds that she longed to be a part of, the young redhead rose and moved away from the doorway.
Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she ran down the flight of stairs. When she reached the vestibule, Bonnie Mae paused by the row of mail-boxes and, silently cursing the handsome bastard, she dropped the stolen letter in the slot marked Nick LaRocco.
* * *
Liz Conway tightened the buckle of her belted nylon jacket and reached for her car keys. "Mr. Conway phoned about an hour ago," she said, eying the teenager's bobbing, braless bosom as the girl followed her to the door. Christ, this kid is stacked, she thought with a ripple of envy. She's got my tits three times over and look how they stick right out. "He may be rather late tonight, Bonnie Mae," she said, her hand on the doorknob. "He'll try to be home by eleven but if you get tired, just spread yourself out someplace and go to sleep."
The redhead smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Conway," she called as her slim, platinum-haired employer headed for her car. "I might just do that." Spread myself out, that is, she added silently, closing the door.
The girl made popcorn, then helped Tracy work a jigsaw puzzle on the kitchen table. They had such a good time that the little boy didn't get to bed till after nine. As soon as she tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, Bonnie Mae used the kitchen phone to dial Emil Novak's number. Man, I hope he can come over, she thought as the phone rang at the other end of the line. Emil is really hung and I could sure use a big hunk of meat in me tonight! After what she'd seen through the keyhole and overheard from outside Nick's door, the voluptuous girl was ripe and ready for action.
"Emil ?" she asked, when a young, male voice answered.
"Yeah." In a muffled voice, as though he were covering the mouthpiece, she heard him speak to someone. "It's Bonnie Mae," he whispered.
"Who you talking to, Emil?" she asked, suddenly worried. I hope he hasn't already gotten himself some broad lined up for tonight.
"Just Weasel. Me and him were just going out for a pizza."
"Why not have a piece instead?" she teased. "I'm babysitting, Emil honey, and I'm awful lonesome." Her voice grew seductive. "Tracy's sleeping and his old man won't be home for hours."
Emil's voice lowered. "What about Weasel?"
"Bring him along," she invited. "The three of us can have ourselves a little party. Tell Weasel that I've got plenty of treats. Enough for both of you."
Emil breathed harder. "We'll be right over," he promised, hanging up.
Like all the boys who visited Bonnie Mae at the Conways', Emil remembered to come the back way. When she heard his knock, the young babysitter opened the kitchen door eagerly.
"Hi, doll," Emil greeted as he and his friend entered. "Hey," he said, giving her a whistle of approval. "Now, don't you look good!"
Emil was short and stocky with a slight hook nose but he had a crude sort of masculinity about him that appealed to the girl. She slid her arms around his neck and nibbled at one ear. "Good enough to eat?" she asked in a suggestive tone.
Emil slid his hand down the back of the girl's jeans and squeezed her left buttock. She spread her legs and he moved his hand around to the front, fondling her fuzzy pubic mound. She tilted her pelvis forward invitingly and Emil responded by thrusting his middle finger up her moist vagina. Sighing with delight, Bonnie Mae rewarded him with a kiss, her pointed tongue exploring the inside of his warm mouth.
When at last they drew apart, Emil lifted the girl's brief top roughly, exposing her large, succulent breasts. Pressing his face to one of her huge tits, his hot lips closed around the strawberry tip and sucked eagerly. The girl's auburn hair trailed down her back as her head fell back in ecstasy, her lips parted.
The nipple of her other breast stood out like a hot needle, waiting its turn. With one final suck, Emil abandoned one tit for the other, his lips drinking greedily. He could keep at it until he drew blood and the girl cried out for mercy. Still, she loved every moment of the sweet, painful joy that his hungry mouth provided.
But this was just a preliminary teaser and Emil soon pulled away. '"Ain't you going to say hello to Weasel?" he asked, gesturing toward the thin, pimply-faced boy who stood watching them. His mouth hung open and he breathed rapidly, his beady, close-set eyes glittering with excitement as they focused in lewd fascination on the elongated nipples punctuating the girl's twin, snowy peaks.
"Hi, Weasel," she greeted, letting her green eyes drop to the bulge between his spindly legs. I wonder what his prick is like. she mused, sauntering over to him. She'd never done it with Weasel and even if he was homely, the thought of a fresh piece of meat appealed to her. Slowly, teasingly, she massaged the hot bulge through the boy's jeans. With her other hand, she took one of his and pressed it against her bare boob. Guiding his fingers with hers, she made him squeeze and press the firm white mound of flesh while she continued to fondle his swollen penis.
"Pinch my nipples," she begged.
Panting with excitement, the pimply-faced boy quickly obeyed. Using both hands now, he pulled and twisted while Bonnie Mae arched her back to give him greater access to the hot, stiff points rising between his fingers.
"Harder!" she pleaded, unzipping his fly.
The blemished boy's face was flushed now, his eyes glazed as he felt the girl's fingers close around the swollen head of his throbbing cock. She worked her hand back and forth and after just a few hard strokes, the boy's flaming penis reached its full potential. He's not as long as Emil, the girl observed, admiring the quivering cock between her caressing fingers. But he's deliciously wide. She could hardly wait to sample him and Bonnie Mae's jeans felt wet as she contemplated the double pleasure in store for her tonight.
Emil got so worked up watching the curvaceous redhead jag his friend off that he quickly opened his pants to expose his own hardening prick. As his eager eyes devoured the girl's fiery nipples, flaming under the urgency of the fingers that pinched and twisted, Emil's balls quivered and his throbbing penis swelled with excitement.
Bonnie Mae was thoroughly enjoying the sweet torture that her huge boobs were receiving but knew, from experience, that it was time to stop. She was afraid that Weasel was getting too excited too soon. His purplish, thick mushroom was dripping pre-coital juices and spittle trickled down one side of his chin. So she let go of his swollen penis and lifted his fingers from her quivering breasts.
"That's enough for now, honey," she told him. "You don't want to shoot your load yet, Weasel." Not till your thick cock is buried deep in my love nest, she thought as hips swaying, she sauntered into the living room.
Conscious of their eyes following her, the green-eyed girl went over to the stereo and turned it on. "All their records are lousy," she complained as an instrumental with a Latin beat filled the air. "But this is a party, right fellas? So what the hell, let's dance."
Losing herself to the sensuous beat of the music, Bonnie Mae began to jerk her full hips, accenting the sharp, inward curve of her slender waist. Her luscious, full breasts bounced and bobbed under the clingy, green knit top covering them. Like a seductive, beckoning eyes, the girl's navel winked at Emil and Weasel as her lithe torso convulsed GO-GO style.
"Hot in here, isn't it, boys?" she asked with a wicked grin. "Let's all get comfy." Keeping time with the heavy, sensual beat of the music, the girl jerked and twisted until her jeans slid down her well-shaped, creamy legs. Stepping out of them, she put her thumbs in the sides of her bikini panties and slowly pushed them down over her rounded hips.
Turning to give the gaping boys a rear view, she gyrated and thrust her behind out, the panties slipping to offer them the deep cleavage of her ample, quivering, white buttocks. The panties dropped to the carpet and Bonnie Mae danced away from them. Running her hands through her auburn mane, she half-closed her eyes and pivoted to face her spellbound audience.
Swirling her hips in a slow, wide circle, the sexually aroused beauty made her way over to the boys, pausing before each one to bump and grind her hungry pussy in front of their swollen, dripping cocks.
Emil's hand reached out but Bonnie Mae was too fast for him. Laughing huskily, the girl backed away. "Come on, fellas," she urged, lifting her green top. Her magnificent breasts thrust forward proudly as she pulled the knit shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "Don't just stand there with your fly open. Take it off-"
As the boys fumbled with their clothes, Bonnie Mae continued to dance. As she jerked and convulsed, perspiration formed in tiny beads on her excited body. Her luscious breasts glistened and trembled, their rosy, young nipples beckoning eagerly as she moved across the carpet. As the music slowed, the wanton babysitter began to sway slowly in place, stroking her firm thighs. Her hands moved upward, trailing across the auburn hairs of her pulsating genital area. Shivering, she caressed the creamy wetness within the prickly lips of her vulva, her long, flaming hair falling across her shoulders as her head rolled in lustful abandon.
Her searching, eager hands abandoned her throbbing love nest to slither up her sweating torso as she swayed in time to the music. Stroking her ivory breasts, she cupped them until they stood out like two huge melons. Then, as the music pounded to a crescendo finale, the girl responded by dancing wildly. Beads of sweat trickled down her buttocks and breasts. The snowy mounds of flesh trembled and shook on the jerking, convulsing young body.
The music stopped and the girl dropped to the rug, flushed and panting. She watched, her eyes bright and her pussy throbbing, as the two boys approached, their big, red pricks bobbing at her like two snakes ready to strike. Rising to her knees, the naked girl arched her back to show off the exquisite fullness of her pink-tipped, pleading breasts. Lips apart, she slid her fingers up her slippery torso to let them close around each swollen mound of flesh, offering one to each boy. "Suck me!" she gasped. One on each side of her arched and sweating body, the boys' mouths sought their prey. Ripples of pain and pleasure delighted Bonnie Mae as their warm, eager mouths closed around her rigid, pointed nipples. Emil sucked her right nipple good and hard, the way she loved, his teeth bruising the tender flesh as he gave it a thorough workover inside his grasping, wet mouth.
Weasel didn't pull so hard but sucked up as much tit as he could without gagging. His entire mouth was filled with the delicious melon of flesh and the boy moaned with enjoyment over this rare and tasty treat. This is the sweetest tit I've ever tasted, he realized, his balls aching as his cheeks worked in and out. His tongue flicked over the girl's entire areola, encircling it with agonizing slowness, then probing at the swollen tip of her nipple.
Panting, Bonnie Mae's excitement mounted. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, pumping her hips forward, her eyes glazed. "That feels good." She felt the jabs of their dripping penises as they pushed against her from both sides. I don't know which feels best, she thought, panting as the boys' warm mouths devoured her. Emil's mucking or Weasel's tongue. Her boobs had never gotten such a great going over and Bonnie Mae was half-crazed with sexual pleasure.
Weasel tasted the sticky sweetness of the girl's excitement as his tongue manipulated the tip of her gently oozing nipple. He swallowed, his tongue hard and cruel as he drank greedily, longing for more. As he sucked, he shoved his pulsating penis against her sweating body. Christ, how he ached to shove it into her cunt!
Emil was throbbing, too, and he sucked harder, rubbing his stiff, inflamed rod against the girl's thigh. He drew blood and hot pains shot through the girl's punished mound of flesh but God, how she loved it! She arched her back even more and pumped her pelvis wildly.
"Harder!" she panted, her arms trembling as she arched and gyrated. At last, her excitement reached a glorious peak and suddenly, Bonnie Mae went rigid. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she cried out as wave after wave of sensual pleasure coursed maddeningly through her body. The slick walls of her young vagina rippled and convulsed as the lovely girl enjoyed a deep, thrilling orgasm.
Watching her climax aroused the boys even more. "Jeez, I can't wait no longer," Emil panted, releasing the girl's breast. Weasel let go of his prize, too, and Bonnie Mae slumped to the floor, sprawled and naked, her auburn hair spilling about the carpet. She sighed blissfully, her wet, sore nipples pointing accusingly at their recent tormentors.
Weasel moved aside to let his more aggressive friend mount the girl. It's only fair Emil get to fuck her first, he rationalized as he watched the short, stocky young stud straddle her. After all, she's really his piece and he could have had her all to hisself tonight.
The boy's close-set eyes glittered with excitement as he watched his buddy spread the girl's thighs and with broad thumbs, open the fuzzy lips of her cunt. The pimply-faced spectator licked his lips at the blooming, pink petals that Emil had exposed. Seeing the girl's milky nectar of passion, Weasel's trembling hand fingered the sensitive, gaping opening of his thick rod. He could hardly wait his turn. How he ached to shove his pulsating, massive prick into that fuzzy little cunt, to empty his quivering balls deep inside her passion-coated slit.
Emil slid his wide hands under her buttocks and grabbed, lifting the girl's hips. Grunting with pleasure, he rammed his long penis into her oily vagina. He pushed hard, eager to penetrate the length of her love tunnel and Bonnie Mae gasped, thrilling to every inch of his wondrously long cock.
Tilting the girl's hips to gain greater access to her eagerly grasping, dripping cunt, the hook-nosed boy was soon pounding against the mouth of her cervix. Still, he pushed harder, ramming her again and again, his balls slapping her buttocks as, grunting, he soared higher and higher, fucking for all he was worth.
The lovely, young redhead rolled her head from side to side, moaning. Christ, it felt good! "Deeper!" she gasped. Emil's hands continued to pump her trembling buttocks upward as he fucked harder. Moaning, she clasped her slender legs around the boy's neck straining towards his every brutal thrust.
Panting with lust, Weasel stroked his swollen sacs. As he watched the writhing, fiercely copulating couple before him, the boy's frustrated penis dripped its longing onto the carpet.
Pumping savagely now, Emil emitted a low, gurgling sound as his long, punishing penis jerked and spurted inside the girl, releasing his pent-up desires against her cervix and rippling vaginal walls.
Bonnie Mae's legs clasped tighter and she dug her fingernails into Emil's back. A high-pitched cry sprang from her lips. Feeling the boy's warm sperm shoot into her in thrilling, convulsive spurts, she reached her second climax.
Emil unwound the girl's limp legs from around his neck and dismounted, offering the piece of ass to his pal. Weasel eagerly took the first boy's place, his eyes glazed, and hands trembling in lustful anticipation. He climbed on top of her but Emil had a better idea.
"Fuck her from behind, Weasel," he suggested. "Give her a real treat."
Eager to cooperate, Bonnie Mae rolled over and got up on her hands and knees, offering the blemished boy her full, white buttocks. She could hardly wait to sample this fresh piece of meat.
The boy ran his fingers down the sweaty sides of her slim waist, then along the curve of her wide hips, pulling her against him. He fumbled for a few moments, trying to find the right opening, then his throbbing, dribbling mushroom head slid easily into her passion-soaked slot.
This piece of ass was worth waiting for. Whimpering with excitement, the boy shoved himself into the slick opening. Bonnie Mae pushed her rump backwards to meet his every forward thrust, her huge, dangling breasts bouncing back and forth as she pumped enthusiastically. She felt the walls of her vagina stretch to accommodate this thick, new conqueror and was aroused once again.
"Come on, Weasel," Emil urged, enjoying his front-row seat now that he'd had his fun. "Go to it, pal. Give her the fucking of her life!"
Weasel responded by pumping his slender hips forward with even greater vigor, withdrawing his quivering rod almost completely before he slammed it back in again. His swollen testicles slapped against the back of Bonnie Mae's thighs with each re-entry.
Emil sprawled beside them on the carpet, enjoying his friend's lustful whimpers, the girl's grunts of pleasure, and the slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
Her muscles straining, Bonnie Mae lifted her buttocks higher. Her elbows buckled as Weasel gained speed and momentum, making her dangling breasts rub against the soft carpet as she pumped back and forth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes hooded with sexual pleasure. The swollen organ rubbing against the quivering, sperm-coated walls of her love slot felt marvelous and the lusty knowledge that Emil was watching their performance added to her carnal pleasure. For once, she didn't have to fantasize about Nick in order to enjoy herself. Two sexual partners was a new adventure for the girl, one she found so stimulating that pretending was unnecessary.
With one final inward jab, Weasel uttered a strange, animal-like cry, his entire body shuddering as he reached the ultimate moment of sexual release. His trembling hands grabbed for the girl's dangling tits and he squeezed and kneaded their firm, white flesh as he squirted his love juice deep inside her.
The pulsating, hot spurts felt so good that Bonnie Mae dropped to her elbows, groaning with satisfaction as her luscious, young body thrilled to the ripples of still another orgasm.
Weasel collapsed on top of her and they fell, limp and spent, sprawled together on the carpet. The sounds of labored breathing filled the air. Bathed by the warmth of afterglow, Bonnie Mae reached for Weasel's hand.
"Well, time to get your ass moving, Weasel," Emil ordered, abruptly now that the show was over. "We better get the hell out of here before the kid's old man turns up."
Rising on one elbow, Bonnie Mae glanced at the clock, blinking in surprise at the lateness of the hour. "My," she said, sitting up to stretch lazily. "How time flies when you're having fun, huh, fellas?"
She expected them to answer, or at least laugh, but the boys seemed preoccupied with their clothes. They dressed quickly and with hurried good-byes left the Conway house. The girl locked the door behind them and sighed. Suddenly, her naked body didn't feel so tingly anymore.
That's what's wrong with all of them, she decided, making her way to the bathroom. Once they have their fun, that's it. They forget all about me. She could just picture them rushing down to the pizzeria to boast about the good time she'd given them tonight.
And she had to admit that they'd given her a rollicking time, too. At least, she'd thought so at the time. But now, doubt and confusion set in. Why then, was this familiar sadness settling over her as she cleansed her body? And then she faced the bitter truth. Once again, she knew that the physical satisfaction she'd experienced tonight was only temporary. Just like all the other times she'd had sex.
Oh, it had been exciting, all right, a real novelty having two lovers. Still, it wasn't enough. Something was missing. Now that the lustful evening was over, Bonnie Mae felt a strange sort of emptiness. She longed for something more in her life, something she had not yet experienced.
Just what that intangible something was she did not know. Yet, a small voice somewhere inside told the girl that once she found whatever it was she was searching for, she would be truly happy, that as a woman, she would know complete and lasting fulfillment.
After she bathed herself, the girl returned to the living room to retrieve the clothing she'd strewn about while performing her sensual dance. As she bent to pick them up, she noticed the spots on the carpet. Emil and Weasel had left milky traces of sperm. She wriggled into her clothes and started into the kitchen to get something to clean the soiled carpet when she heard a key turning in the lock.
Hurrying back to the living room, she sat down on the sofa and opened a magazine. It was too late to do anything about the rug now. She'd just have to hope that the stains would dry up and go unnoticed. She didn't want to lose this job and Bonnie Mae was afraid that should Mrs. Conway find out what was going on here during her absence, the woman would definitely fire her. The teenage babysitter had the distinct impression that the platinum-haired woman resented her, anyway.
"Hi there, Bonnie Mae," Ralph Conway greeted, coming in from kitchen. "You still awake?"
Bonnie Mae looked up from the magazine and blinked in mock surprise. "Oh, Mr. Conway!" she exclaimed. "I didn't realize it was so late."
He gave her a sympathetic smile. "You should have napped, my dear. After all, you have to get up for school in the morning. Come on, I'll see you to your door. Your mother must worry until you're safely home."
Bonnie Mae suppressed the bitter reply that leaped to her tongue. That's a laugh, she thought, as she followed her attractive employer to the door. The only thing Ma worries about is getting me off her hands.
As he held the door open for her, the lovely, young redhead noticed the way that Ralph Conway's gray eyes took in her entire figure, the way they flickered with unspoken admiration. And she smiled. For she was fairly certain that should Ralph Conway ever find out about her little sexual escapades in his house, she wouldn't lose her job. Him, she was pretty sure she could handle.
Just how well-and how intimately-she was going to handle Ralph Conway, Bonnie Mae was yet to discover!
CHAPTER Two
Liz Conway scrubbed at the carpet with a stiff brush, removing the last of the suspicious looking stains she'd noticed that morning. She was relieved that they'd come out but the slender housewife was still upset.
What the hell's going on here behind my back? she wondered as she stood up and frowned at the damp carpet. It wasn't the first time she'd asked herself that question since that young sexpot had come to work for them. She hadn't wanted to hire the curvaceous redhead in the first place but she'd had no choice. With Ralph just starting out on a new job, they needed the extra income that she brought in working as a cocktail waitress at the Mood Indigo. She'd been lucky to get the job and had needed a sitter right away. Bonnie Mae was the only girl available. The older girls in the neighborhood preferred to clerk in stores and the younger ones who wanted the job were too immature.
So much as she hated to, she'd hired Bonnie Mae Owens. She had to admit, though, that little Tracy was crazy about the girl. But Liz didn't like her at all. Because she was afraid that her husband was crazy about her, too.
Oh, she knew that Ralph had cheated on her in the past. There had been others but they were women, mature adults who'd thrown themselves at his feet. And Ralph, weak when it came to the opposite sex, couldn't resist the temptation of an easy score.
But whenever Liz found out, he begged her forgiveness and swore he loved only her. Then, he'd make it up to his blonde wife. Her fur coat was to compensate for that buxom brunette. That trip to Miami Beach was to help Liz forget the topless dancer Ralph had taken up with. And the car that Liz now drove was an act of contrition for getting tangled up with a co-worker's willing wife, a mistake which had cost Ralph his job.
Each time, Liz had forgiven him because she was crazy about her husband and realized all too well how attractive other women found him, too. And, hell, she'd known right from the start that he was no saint. Lord only knows he got into Liz fast enough-right on their first date. There had been other men for Liz before Ralph, but none since. Even though he'd cheated on her, Liz had remained faithful, had stuck with her philandering husband through good times and bad.
But this was something else. To Liz Conway, screwing around with a fifteen-year-old babysitter was sick, perverted, something she couldn't tolerate. There wasn't a fur or vacation or car in the world to make her forgive that. Everyone had a breaking point and for Liz, it was the thought of her husband screwing a Goddamn kid! The mental image of Ralph humping a fifteen-year-old girl made her sick to her stomach.
And right now, her insides churned, for Liz's ugly suspicions were growing like a fast-spreading cancer. She knew damn well what these spots were here on the carpet. Last week, she'd found similar stains on the edge of the bedspread. And what about all those wet washcloths in the bathroom with the pungent smell of genital secretions still lingering? And the telltale pubic hairs lining the wash basin?
Ralph must have fucked that precocious little whore right here on the floor lust night, Liz realized as she picked up her scrub brush and pail and carried them into the kitchen. His two-timing prick is so eager, he's getting careless. But Liz would see to it that her cheating husband paid through the nose for his lecherous acts.
She wouldn't say a word to either one of them, just go on pretending she didn't suspect a thing. But Liz was determined to set a trap for the pair. She'd give them just enough rope to hang themselves and then Liz would reap her revenge. She'd divorce the fucking bastard, take his son away from him, and bleed him dry!
Her hands trembling with jealous rage, the blonde housewife lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled as she made her plans. She'd make Ralph curse the day he first laid eyes on Bonnie Mae Owens. For she was going to be the costliest piece of ass he'd ever screwed!
* * *
Elmira Simms' pudgy face grew mottled as she listened to her classmate describe last night's activities in the Conway house. The two girls were sneaking a cigarette in the school john while Bonnie Mae told her all about what she'd done with Emil and Weasel the night before.
"It was really wild," Bonnie Mae said, rolling her eyes while her obese friend listened intently, leaning close. "You know how Emil's hung and how far in he can get. But Weasel really felt good, too. God, he's wide!"
Elmira's eyes sparkled with excitement and she felt a soft throbbing between her heavy thighs. "How many times did you cum?"
"Three times," Bonnie Mae sighed. "And each time was better than the last. I thought I'd go crazy it felt so great."
"I came six times once," Elmira boasted, tossing her stringy, lifeless brown hair. "When some of the guys gang-banged me in the back of the field house one night." The throbbing below became an ache as the girl recalled the night she'd sprawled on the grass, her heavy thighs spread wide and yielding, as penis after swollen penis entered her. "Man, that night was the greatest."
"Well, last night wasn't bad either, honey," Bonnie Mae said, lifting her cigarette to her full lips. "It was the first time I ever had two guys at once." Smiling, she stroked her full breasts. "Christ, Elmira, did they ever give my boobs a going over. Look at the marks I've got," she said, lifting her sweater. The melonous mounds that bobbed at her friend were bruised with purplish hickies and her lovely nipples were red and inflamed. The redheaded teenager stroked them tenderly. "But it was worth it. Mmmmmm, how I love to have these babies sucked."
Elmira stared at her friend's huge, bared breasts, the excited blotches in her face getting brighter. "I know a guy who's really great, Bonnie Mae. As a matter of fact, he gets his cookies from sucking tits as much as he does from fucking. And he can take on two pairs of boobs at a time."
Bonnie Mae lowered her sweater and grinned. "No shit!"
Elmira giggled. "I'm telling you, this is really his hangup. Just give Potsy a mouthful of tit and he's happy as a baby." Her eyes grew thick-lidded and dreamy. "But he sucks a hell of a lot harder than some hungry kid. And the things he does with his tongue! Oooh, I could almost cum just thinking about it."
"Potsy?" Bonnie Mae repeated incredulously.
The pasty-faced boy was even fatter than Elmira. Potsy was in her afternoon study but she'd never given him a second glance.
"Bonnie Mae," Elmira said, her voice lowering, "how about you and me and Potsy getting together for a little fun ? I can guarantee you'll enjoy yourself." Her eyes dropped to her friend's bulging sweater. "But I warn you, you better wait till those big boobs stop aching. Because once Potsy gets through with them, they're going to hurt like hell."
Why not? Bonnie Mae asked herself, still annoyed with the way that Emil and Weasel had taken off so abruptly last night. Let them find someone else to screw! She'd let her boobs heal and then give Elmira's idea a try. It sounded like fun. And two girls going at it with one guy would be still another treat for her. "I'm game, Elmira," she said, smiling. "It sounds wild."
Elmira giggled with excitement as they discussed their plans. Potsy's apartment wasn't any good as someone was always home. And Elmira's prostitute of a mother needed their place herself.
"We could use my house after school," Bonnie Mae offered. "My old lady leaves for work at one and gets home about eight thirty. But I have to leave for the Conways' at seven."
Elmira shook her head. "That's no good either, sweetie. Potsy works after school and don't get home till after nine."
The girls decided that the Conway house was their only solution. Bonnie Mae would wait until Ralph Conway announced that he was going to be quite late, then she'd phone Elmira. Elmira would contact Potsy and the two of them would hurry over to where Bonnie Mae babysat.
"And don't forget to come the back way so no one sees you," Bonnie Mae reminded.
The bell rang for their next class and the two teenagers tossed their cigarettes in the nearest toilet and headed for the door. "And don't you forget either," the pudgy-face girl teased as they parted in the corridor. "Save those gorgeous tits of yours for our big night!"
* * *
Bonnie Mae was returning from the corner store, a carton of Coke in one hand and a sack of groceries in the other, when she saw Nick LaRocco's red Riviera pull up to the curb. Her heart fluttering, the girl quickened her pace so that she reached the door of their apartment building just as he did.
"Oh, hi, Nick," she greeted, feigning surprise as the dark-eyed young man emerged from his car. Jeez, he's built, she thought, admiring his firm, muscular body as he walked towards her. Even in his soiled, sweaty work clothes, Nick did something to her that she didn't quite understand.
"Well, if it isn't little Bonnie Mae," he replied, white teeth flashing in his tanned face. "Here, let me carry that." He took the heavy carton of soda from the girl and held the door open for her.
The young redhead was so taken by surprise that for a few moments, she forgot to play temptress. The boys she knew never did things like that. Then, regaining her composure, she smiled seductively, her green eyes teasing as she sauntered through the doorway.
Taking full advantage of the fact that Nick was directly behind her, the teenager swung her hips from side to side as she mounted the steps, fiercely glad that she was wearing her tightest pair of low-cut jeans.
"Thanks, Nick," she purred as they reached the door of her apartment. "How about letting me pay you back with an icy Coke?"
He shook his head. "Thanks, anyway, little girl," he said, trying not to stare at the perky nipples poking their way through her bulging sweater. "But I can't. No time. Got to get out of these clothes and into the shower." Winking, he handed her the carton of Coke. "Got me a big night in store, know what I mean?"
Whistling, he gave a little wave, stuffed his hands into his pockets and strode down the hall. Bonnie Mae stood staring after him until, without so much as a backward glance, the handsome, young man turned into his own apartment.
"Damn him!" the girl muttered, dropping the carton of Coke onto the kitchen table with a thud. Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she emptied the small sack of groceries. He called me little girl again, she thought, slapping two pieces of baloney onto a stale slice of bread. If I wore a bra, I'd need a D-cup, but he still thinks of me as a kid!
She opened a bottle of Coke, poured it over ice and lifted the glass to her lips, trying to swallow the lump in her throat before sitting down to her cold and lonely supper.
* * *
Nick LaRocco scrubbed his powerful body and tried to think about Maria, the broad he planned to screw tonight. Maria was slim and pretty in a delicate sort of way, with soulful eyes, and Nick had taken her out three times now. An experienced and expert lover, Nick had sensed, instinctively, that he'd have to take it slow and easy with this one. He'd wined and dined the girl, sent her flowers, the whole bit. And tonight, Nick knew he would reap his just reward. For little Maria was ripe and ready. How well he recognized the familiar signs of an approaching sexual conquest!
Still, he kept seeing the outline of Bonnie Mae's pointed nipples, the tempting fullness of her young breasts under that sweater she wore. God, that kid's got a pair of knockers, he thought, scrubbing his testicles. Once again, he saw the curve of her rounded buttocks as she'd ascended the stairway tonight. "Man, how I wanted to reach out and grab myself a handful of that cute little ass," he muttered aloud, knowing full well that the teenage girl had wiggled it for his benefit.
His muscular arm reached out to turn the hot water handle to off. Cool it, man, he told himself as he stood under the cold spray. Forget Bonnie Mae Owens, Nicky boy. That kid spells trouble with a capital "T". And you've had enough of that, remember? So she's a looker and she's stacked and she's dying to offer you her pretty, little pussy. She's out of bounds.
No matter how luscious her tits looked, or how cute her ass, there was no getting away from the fact that the kid was fifteen years old. Jailbait! Nick had had trouble with the law already and didn't want to go that route again. It had been a long road back but he had a good job now, drove a new car, and fucked more than his share of broads. He didn't want to mess things up. Why screw around with jail-bait when he had plenty of legal pussy putting out for him?
No, he'd keep right on discouraging the aggressive teenager down the hall until she finally gave up and went panting after someone else. Besides, that old lady of hers looked as hard as a prick that was ready to blow its wad. Nick didn't want the law on his tail again and he didn't want a shotgun wedding, either. And Mrs. Owens looked like she'd either blow the whistle or arrange a quick ceremony if she caught anyone screwing around with her daughter.
Nick didn't want to wind up behind bars again and knew that marriage could be a prison, too. Like his father, Nick had a powerful sex drive but unlike his old man, Nick didn't want to marry someone with an average libido and constantly cheat on her. His old man's sexual exploits had driven Nick's mother to suicide.
Nick had loved his mother and after her tragic death, he went off the deep end himself for a while. That's when he got into trouble and did a stint behind bars. Unlike the father he now hated, Nick had paid for his mistakes. Nick didn't know where his old man was now and he didn't give a damn. But he did know that he wasn't going to fuck up his life the way his old man did.
As much as Nick liked kids, he wasn't going to get married unless he found a piece of ass that was really special. It would take a hell of a lot of woman to satisfy his huge, insatiable cock. He'd screwed so many broads over the years that he'd lost count and none of them was good enough to make him give up all the others.
Most couldn't match his frenzied pace. The few who could keep up didn't excite him enough to make him want to screw them exclusively. Whoever became Mrs. Nick LaRocco would have to be a looker and a sexpot. But not a nympho. He wanted a hungry pussy, all right, but not one with the morals of an alley cat. Nick would demand complete fidelity from his wife or he'd break her ass.
He stepped from the shower and rubbed his tanned body briskly with a towel. His broad penis stiffened as his thoughts strayed, again, to the well-stacked teenager down the hall. "Down, boy," he said to his growing erection. "That kid's jailbait, remember? Besides, she's probably not half as good as she looks." Nick often found that the broads who looked and acted the sexiest wound up being the biggest flops in the sack.
"Concentrate on little Maria," he reminded himself, his hand closing around the neck of his enlarged organ to give it a few quick, vigorous strokes.
CHAPTER Three
Even though she longed to scratch Bonnie Mae's green eyes out, Liz Conway did her best to mask her suspicions when the young babysitter arrived the next evening.
"Hello, Bonnie Mae," the blonde housewife greeted, pasting a smile on her face as she waved the girl in.
"Hiya, Tracy," the teenager bubbled as the freckled boy ran to meet his babysitter. "Guess what I've got?" she teased, showing him a paper sack.
Seeing the way her son's eyes lit up made Liz seethe with jealousy. She quickly averted her gaze and concentrated on applying the rest of her mascara before the oval mirror in the foyer. The fucking bitch has both of them wrapped right around her little finger, she thought, resentment flaring as little Tracy jumped up and down with excitement, trying to guess what was in the sack.
Liz returned the mascara to her purse and glanced at Bonnie Mae. Her eyes narrowed as they appraised the twin mounds rising beneath the girl's sequined T-shirt. I'll bet Ralph has himself a great time with those! She could just see her husband's lips closing around the girl's nipple, sucking greedily, while his hands grasped the firm, young flesh. With a little shiver of disgust, the woman shook her platinum head to banish the unbidden, ugly image from her mind.
"Look, Mommy," Tracy cried, running to show his mother the gift he'd received. "She brought me a punch-out set! Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!"
"How nice," Liz murmured, smiling stiffly as she reached for her jacket from the front hall closet. "Say thank you to Bonnie Mae, dear."
As the boy ran to hug his babysitter, Liz opened the front door. "Mr. Conway phoned just before you got here," she told the girl, studying her face. "And he expects to be home by ten tonight."
When Bonnie Mae merely looked up with a brief nod, Liz reminded Tracy to be a good boy, then bade them both good-bye.
"They must have some kind of signal set up," Liz muttered, thinking aloud as she threaded through the evening traffic. Liz had been trying to find something to go on and the more she thought about the telltale signs of funny business she'd found at home, the more she realized that she'd always noticed a pungent-smelling washcloth or trail of pubic hair on nights when Ralph had worked late- supposedly!
Liz knew the exact time her husband returned each night because she left a scratch pad on the table in the foyer for just that purpose. For Ralph to record his time of arrival so that they could figure out exactly what they owed the babysitter at the end of the week. Last night, Ralph had gotten in late-according to the time he'd marked down, anyway. And last night, there were the sperm stains on the living room carpet!
And Liz was almost positive that she'd found that stain on the bedspread last week on a Wednesday morning. The morning after Ralph had gotten home just minutes before Liz got in at her usual time-one thirty a.m. She reached for a cigarette, lit it with the car's lighter, and exhaled angrily. Here, I've been paying that little slut a buck an hour extra those nights. Actually paying her to let my husband screw her!
Tires screeching, she pulled into the parking lot of the Mood Indigo Lounge, wondering if Ralph paid the girl a little something extra on the side as well. For she was pretty sure that Ralph was only pretending to work late on certain nights. Instead, he'd come home a lot earlier than the time he'd mark down. And while she was still on the payroll, he'd fuck the hell out of a fifteen-year-old kid! Liz pulled into her usual parking space, jammed on the brakes, and slammed the car door so hard that a passer-by gave her a curious glance.
The two cocktail waitresses met at the bar. Stella had gone off duty but was lingering for a drink. "Something's bothering you tonight, ain't it, Liz?" Stella asked as she slid onto the bar stool beside her. "Know how old Stella can tell?" her friend asked, studying Liz through thick false eyelashes. "You been forgetting to wiggle your fanny at the customers, luv. And you ain't been smiling much, either. Now, that just ain't like Liz Conway." She leaned close, offering the platinum-haired waitress a cigarette. "How 'bout it?" she added, her voice sympathetic. "Wanna tell old Stella your troubles? Maybe I can help, luv."
Liz accepted the cigarette and studied the dissipated, puffy face of her friend as she bent toward her extended lighter. Maybe I should confide in Stella, Liz thought. The older, dark-haired waitress had been divorced twice and might be able to give her some pointers.
Without wasting words, Liz got right to the point. "Ralph's up to his old tricks again, Stella," she announced through a cloud of smoke. "Only this time he's gone too far." Liz quickly explained what she thought was going on between her husband and their voluptuous babysitter and what she'd found to justify her fears. Her voice trembling, Liz made it clear that should her ugly suspicions prove accurate, she was definitely through with Ralph. "I'm not staying with a creep who screws fifteenyear-olds," she concluded.
Stella patted Liz's hand. "I don't blame you, luv," she sympathized. "I always did think you were too good for the son-of-a-bitch, anyway. Now I know you are!"
"Well, in all fairness to Ralph, I have to admit I'm not positive. At least not yet. But, believe me, I plan to find out." Liz turned to look straight into the older woman's puffy eyes. "And that's where you come in. In order to get the proof I need, I'll need help. Can I count on you, Stella?"
Stella lifted her drink in a salute. "You bet your sweet ass you can, honey," she said. "Just name it and I'll do anything I can to help you nail that bastard. When I think of all the times you could've cheated on him and didn't!" The dark-haired waitress gulped the rest of her drink and set the empty glass on the bar with a clink. "What do you want me to do, luv?" she asked, leaning close.
Squeezing her friend's arm, Liz gave her a grateful smile. "Just fill in for me here when the time comes." Lowering her voice, Liz explained how she planned to lay a trap for the pair, then return to the house with a loaded camera to catch them right in the act. "That way, I'll have the proof I need to take Tracy away from him." Her voice bitter, Liz crushed her cigarette. "And take Ralph to the cleaners as well!"
"That's the spirit, honey," Stella praised, beaming at her. "You make that son-of-a-bitch pay. Get smart like old Stella. Pump the dirty bastard dry, Liz. Then you can lean back, collect alimony and child support, and have yourself a real ball. You got plenty guys panting after you, you know. Maybe now, you won't be so dumb." Her words softened by the kindness of her voice, the older woman put her arm around the slender blonde's shoulder to give it a comforting pat. "You know, luv, it just don't pay to give everything you got to one guy. Especially a two-timer. Get smart like old Stella, honey. Find yourself some big spenders and start having some fun!"
* * *
Bonnie Mae spoke on the phone with Elmira Simms while Tracy sat at the kitchen table, snapping figures from the punch-out book that the babysitter brought. "Guess it'll have to be one night next week, Elmira," Bonnie Mae told her friend. "He's coming home early tonight and I don't sit on week-ends. Only if they go out, but so far Mrs. Conway's been too beat from her job to go anywhere. Besides," she added, stroking her breasts, "my boobs are still kind of sore, anyway."
Elmira giggled. "Yeah, I bet they are. Well, remember to be a good little girl this week-end 'cause it's all set with Potsy. In fact, he can hardly wait. So tell the guys to let those babies of yours alone this week-end, you hear?"
"Don't worry," Bonnie Mae said. "I won't be seeing anyone, anyway. My old lady's been after me to paint our old kitchen set and she bought the paint yesterday. I guess I might as well get it over with."
Elmira groaned. "Sounds like a gruesome week-end." Her voice turned sexy. "I've got something much more interesting in mind."
"Like what?"
"Like going to the drive-in with Willy Jones. A triple-feature, I hear. Three X-rated flicks." Again, she giggled. "We might come up for air once in a while and watch a few scenes. Just to get some ideas. But most of the time, we'll be too busy to bother with the movies. That back seat will be X-rated, too."
Bonnie Mae had heard the black girls whisper excitedly about Willy Jones. According to what she'd heard, he was supposed to be one of the top black studs, a tireless performer. "Well, have fun, Elmira," she said. "I'll be thinking of you and Willy while I slave away with my paint brush. And you can tell me all about it at school Monday."
"You ever sampled a chocolate prick, Bonnie Mae?" Elmira teased, already aware of what her friend's answer would be. "You really should," she urged, her voice husky when the redhead confessed that she had not. "Mmmm, you don't know what you're missing."
"Come on, Bonnie Mae," Tracy urged, punching out a dwarf. "You promised to help!"
"Listen, I gotta go, Elmira," the young redhead told her. "I'll talk to you Monday morning."
Joining the boy at the kitchen table, the girl helped remove the rest of the pieces from the book. She related the famous story, one of her favorite fairy tales, as together, they assembled the colorful scene.
By the time Tracy was ready for bed, a cardboard replica of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs graced his night stand. "Goodnight, Tracy," Bonnie Mae smiled, tucking him in. "Sleep tight," she whispered, kissing the boy's cheek.
" 'Night, Bonnie Mae," the sleepy boy murmured. "I sure like my present."
The young redhead went to the living room and glanced at the clock, noting that Mr. Conway should be home in an hour or so. She turned on the television set and settled back on the sofa. But the program failed to capture her interest. Instead, the girl's mind wandered. She thought of Elmira and wondered about the things she'd be doing with Willy tomorrow night at the drive-in.
Then, she found herself reliving some of the things she had done at the drive-in herself, and her crotch began to ache. She could hardly wait until next week. The girl lifted her blouse to examine her bare breasts. Her nipples weren't quite so sore now and the hickies were beginning to fade. By next week, her big boobs should be in good shape for their night of fun with Potsy.
The girl's mouth curved upward as she imagined the way that Potsy's thick lips would feel drawing on her nipples. And it would be fun watching him alternate between her huge tits and Elmira's. Even though it was mostly fat, Elmira had an Olympic-size pair on her, too. Potsy would really have his hands full with the two of them. And his mouth, too. Bonnie Mae wondered how Potsy's face would look with a mouthful of tit in it. Would his pasty cheeks be flushed with excitement? And what would Elmira's expression be when Potsy sucked away at her? Did her fat friend love the feel of a hungry mouth pulling on her nipples as much as she did?
Bonnie Mae envisioned Nick LaRocco's mouth pressed against her breast and the ache between her legs throbbed harder, demanding satisfaction. The girl quickly rose, got her purse, and opened her jeans. She let them fall to the floor, then wriggled out of her panties. Lying back on the sofa, the girl opened her purse, removed her vibrator and, bending her knees, let her thighs spread apart. Her left hand slid over the auburn mound between her legs to probe into the moistness of her pulsating love nest. She stroked the secreting membranes for a few delicious seconds while her right hand, holding the vibrator, came closer.
"Ahhh," The lovely, young redhead moaned, her auburn-haired pussy arched and trembled as it felt the joys of the pulsating, mechanical cock. "Ohh, Nick," she cried, visualizing the handsome, dark-haired man who had proved unattainable. "Mmmmm, it feels so good," she gasped, shoving the battery-operated prick up herself, then withdrawing it with agonizing slowness. The beautiful green eyes were thick-lidded, her sensual mouth slack with desire.
The girl's tissues were well lubricated now, and each time she pulled the mechanical sex gadget backwards, it was more coated with the oils of her eagerness. Bonnie Mae spread her legs as far as she could. As she thrust the whirring vibrator higher and higher, the trembling walls of her vagina clung to the plastic invader longingly.
Bonnie Mae's hips lifted and she began to pant. Working the artificial penis in and out, she pretended that it was Nick's swollen rod penetrating her and her excitement grew to a feverish pitch. Her heart pounded. "Deeper, Nick!" she cried, shoving the machine higher.
At last, her lovely body arched and the walls of her eager opening rippled with pleasure as the moment of supreme sexual gratification coursed through her. She lay panting for a few moments. Then, dressing quickly, the girl ran her precious vibrator under the faucet in the bathroom, watching the oils of her self-induced passion run down the drain. She returned the sex gadget to her purse and went back to the living room. Satisfied for the moment, Bonnie Mae smiled contentedly as she flicked channels on the television set.
* * *
Ralph Conway had just completed his final business call of the day and it had proved profitable. He'd convinced a proud new father, a young college graduate with a promising future, to take out an extra policy on himself. And a hefty one at that.
Ralph slid behind the wheel of his car and started the motor, pleased with the progress that he was making in his new job. And he was equally pleased with the unexpected fringe benefits-like the one he was on his way to right now. A very attractive fringe benefit by the name of Paula Grenshaw. Frustrated wife of Arthur Grenshaw, a successful businessman. Ralph had taken care of Arthur's insurance needs early last week.
Paula, his wife fifteen years his junior, had needs of a different kind, however, and they hadn't been met. But those special needs would be satisfied tonight. Ralph would see to that!
Pausing for a red light, Ralph checked his reflection in the rear-view mirror and smiled. Women, he knew, found his gray eyes and sensitive features extremely attractive. The youthful cut of his styled hair and trimness of his physique made Ralph Conway appear younger than his forty-three years.
Ralph was glad he still turned them on, for he liked a little variety in his sex life. Not that he had any complaints with Liz but, hell, a man got tired of pumping the same old pussy. And Ralph figured if he played his cards right and was careful, he could have his cake and eat it, too. A faithful, good-looking little wife who was bringing in extra money and a few tasty pieces on the side, too.
All right, so he had promised Liz not to chase around anymore. But Ralph eased what little conscience he had by reminding himself that the sex-starved thirty-five-year-old housewife he planned to ball tonight had chased him. Paula Grenshaw was the one who phoned Ralph to invite him to her home this evening, emphasizing the fact that her husband would be gone until ten o'clock. Paula also made it quite clear that she could hardly wait to spread her legs for him, an invitation that Ralph found hard to resist.
As the light changed and he moved forward in traffic, Ralph wondered if teenage girls found him sexually attractive, too. One teenager in particular was on his mind-Bonnie Mae Owens, the fifteen-year-old babysitter with the grown-up body that almost blew his mind whenever he thought about it. And he'd done plenty of thinking since the tender little piece came to work for them.
Man, that kid is built, Ralph grinned, a mental image of the girl's jutting breasts, flat, smooth-skinned tummy with its high navel flashing in front of him. Once again, he could see the sensual curve of the teenager's full hips flaring from her narrow waist, the way her rounded, young buttocks jiggled when she walked. A sharp longing filled his groin and he felt his prick harden the way it always did whenever he thought about Bonnie Mae.
Such huge boobs, he thought, rounding a corner. And they're so high and firm even without a bra. The fact that the young redhead went without a bra hadn't escaped Ralph Conway's lecherous eyes. He licked his lips, wondering how those savory heaps of flesh would taste. I'd like to get my tongue inside that pretty little pussy of hers, too, he mused, wondering if the hair on her bush was as red as the hair on her head. If only I had that tender little piece of ass spread-eagle and naked, I'd shove my tongue up her juicy cunt and flick it back and forth till she went wild. I'd lick her dry, then use my prick to get her all juiced up again. Christ, Id give the kid one hell of a fucking, make that sweet little pussy of hers purr like a contented kitten.
Ralph's swollen penis was fully erect now and it ached with desire as he fantasized about the fifteen-year-old babysitter and how good it would feel to have his cock penetrate her tender, young flesh. Jesus, I bet the kid's even tighter than Liz was in the beginning. He could almost feel the satiny smoothness of the young redhead's skin beneath his fingers and he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened.
Ralph Conway loved his slim, platinum-haired wife as much as he was capable of loving any woman, but he couldn't help himself. After all, Liz's breasts were small and rather pendulous and her stomach was marred by stretch-marks. A man just wouldn't be normal if he didn't admire a perfect, ripe young figure, a body devoid of the flaws of child-bearing and the passage of time.
Nevertheless, Ralph would continue to admire Bonnie Mae's physical assets from a safe distance. He'd already had several close calls with his wife. Buying her forgiveness was getting costlier with each new extra-marital affair. And he'd risk losing everything if he got mixed up in an ugly sex charge involving a minor. Liz, Tracy, his job, maybe even his freedom. Of course, if the kid was willing, that would be a different story. If Bonnie Mae offered him her tender, little pussy, he'd drop his pants before she could spread her legs.
Until then, he wouldn't dare approach the girl. For all Ralph knew, the auburn-haired teenager's luscious body was still virginal.
Ralph pulled up in front of Paula Grenshaw's house and killed the motor. As he started up the cobblestone walk, he blinked several times, trying to shake the image of an unattainable teenager from his mind and turn his thoughts to reality, toward the eager and willing housewife waiting just a few feet away.
Even before he touched the bell, the door swung open. One look at the flushed face that greeted him told Ralph that Paula was ripe and ready for action.
"Come in, Ralph," she purred, the red jumpsuit she wore unzipped to expose the deep, inviting cleavage of her ample bosom. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing beneath her seductive outfit.
She led him to a thickly carpeted den. The heaviness of musk oil pierced Ralph's nostrils as he entered the dimly lighted room. Soft music throbbed from hidden speakers.
"How about a drink?" Paula asked, sauntering to the well-stocked bar. "What'll it be, honey?"
"Scotch and water is fine," Ralph said, his glittering eyes undressing the plump brunette as she moved about. She's got a nice pair of tits on her, Ralph observed as Paula lifted the lid of the ice bucket. They're starting to sag a little but what the hell, she's no kid. They'll still make a good handful. Her waist is too thick, he criticized as the woman turned. But her big ass sort of balances it.
Ralph continued to appraise the body that he would soon vanquish as Paula came toward him, carrying their drinks on a tray. I bet she can really wrap those muscular legs around me, he speculated, his eyes boring into hers as he lifted his glass. They look good and strong, like they can help me give her a really good fucking. Ralph knew that that was exactly what the sex-starved female wanted and he intended to oblige. He'd give her the best damn screwing she ever had! His lust-thickened cock throbbed hungrily as Paula leaned close, her eyes answering his silent question as she gazed over the rim of her glass.
Ralph downed his drink in a few quick gulps, set it down on the nearest table, and moved closer to the crimson-clad body. "You're driving me crazy, baby," he whispered, taking the glass from her hands. He placed it beside his and slid his arms around Paula's thick waist, then downward over the sharp curve of her large, jutting behind. Cupping an asscheek in each hand, Ralph squeezed the huge mountains of flesh, his fingers hard and demanding.
Paula gave a little gasp of delight, letting her head fall backwards. Ralph's lips found the pulse in her throat, kissed its pulsating hollow, then trailed downward to the dark crevice of her swollen breasts.
Moaning, the sex-starved brunette quickly unzipped her jumpsuit and yanked it open, her bare and bobbing twin hills of pleasure quivering expectantly as they loomed forward to cradle Ralph's face. Ralph's fingers quickly abandoned the huge buttocks to knead and press the fleshiness of Paula's big tits. His mouth gnawed and nibbled, teasing each breast until at last, it closed around her protruding nipple.
"Ahhhhhh," Paula murmured, her lips wet and parted. It feels great to have a hungry mouth at my boobs again! Her jumpsuit slid to the carpet, leaving her completely naked. A slow, delicious warmth spread up her heavy thighs to meet the throbbing of her gently oozing cuntal opening. As Ralph sucked noisily, Paula's trembling hands opened his fly, then stroked the precious, blood-engorged organ that lunged forward.
The moment Ralph's lips relaxed their grip, Paula sank to her knees. Grabbing his firm buttocks, she guided his bloated, dripping cock-head into her eager mouth. Her eyes hooded with lust, Paula's oval mouth closed hungrily around the swollen organ. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as she felt his hot penis slide back and forth, pressing against her tongue and the roof of her oral cavern.
Longing to taste the entire length of him, the naked brunette stretched her lips wider. Her head bobbed back and forth as she tried to swallow even more of his mammoth penis. Her huge tits became two quivering, drooping spheres of flesh as she worked feverishly at her task. How she loved the pressure of his thick shaft against the warm wetness of her oral cavity.
What a gorgeous hunk of meat, she thought, glorying to its incredible hardness, the strength of its erection. Not like the burnt-out, limp noodle of a prick I'm married to. Paula's fingers kneaded Ralph's buttocks, slithering down to stroke his muscular thighs as well. She'd worked his slacks and shorts down so that she could grasp the fullness of his swollen testicles. As she caressed his quivering balls, her hungry mouth continued to move back and forth over the glistening, pulsating penis. Tasting the stickiness of his pre-coital fluid, Paula's own sexual juices flowed more freely.
The dripping, parted crevice between her open, tingling thighs ached with desire. Ralph's lust-thickened cock was driving her wild. She sucked greedily, her cheeks working in and out with a steady rhythm. Lord, he tasted good! She couldn't get enough of him. Moaning, Paula flicked her tongue around the oozing, open tip of the mammoth pole of flesh, then probed down inside the opening, searching for more of his creamy syrup of passion. As her finger stroked and titillated his prickly, swollen sacs, Paula's belly grew hot with longing. She hated to abandon this delicious cock pumping in and out of her warm mouth. But she had to. She had to have this wondrously huge pole of flesh between her legs now! Her entire being was aflame with need. And only Ralph's flowing semen could quench the fire raging through her throbbing, burning body.
But when Paula tried to pull away, Ralph clasped his hands firmly on each side of her head. Pumping his hips forward, he thrust his quivering, saliva-coated penis to the back of her throat.
"Don't stop!" he panted, thrilling to the warmth and wetness of her oral cavity. "Suck harder!"
Paula quickly obeyed, her eyes glazed and unseeing as her flushed cheeks worked even more feverishly.
"Ahhhhhh." Ralph's jaw went slack. Christ, it feels good! he thought as the bent and naked brunette did marvelous things with her slitheringly warm tongue. The sensitive, throbbing head of his huge cock oozed joyfully as her warm, probing oral member dug deeper into the gaping mouth of his bloated prickhead. Ralph watched the dark head pump back and forth, the oval mouth stretch wide to accommodate his increasing thickness. Every time the grasping mouth came closer, he jerked his hips forward to meet it, his eyes admiring the roundness of her wide, jutting ass as she bobbed to and fro. Moaning with pleasure, Ralph timed himself perfectly. A well-practiced expert, he enjoyed every possible suck, the very last flick of hot tongue before withdrawing his quivering, dripping cock from her mouth.
Ralph was panting with eagerness now, and his swollen, veined cock throbbed painfully, demanding release. In seconds, he stood stark naked, straddling the dark-haired woman who lay sprawled beneath him on the thick carpeting. With glassy eyes, she looked up at him with a lascivious smile on her lips. Her thick legs widespread and yielding, Paula offered him the flowering inner folds of her lewdly parted, glistening crevice. Her tongue darted out at the delectable sight of his towering, massive penis as he hovered over her.
Ralph dropped to his knees and spread her pale thighs even further. "Let's have a look at your pussy, baby," he said. His fingers touched the tender, pink membranes of her cuntal opening to expose the quivering, oozing slit beneath the blossoming folds.
Paula caught her breath as she felt his thumb massage the hotness of her stiff clitoris. Nearly mad with desire, she tossed her head from side to side as he teased and manipulated her feverish, pulsating pussy.
"Oh, please!" she gasped, her voluminous tits trembling as her chest heaved with passion. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Instead, Ralph grabbed two handfuls of tit and squeezed hard. She pumped her wide hips in the air, fucking an imaginary cock as his lips closed around the ambrosial tip of first one breast, then of the other to suck greedily.
"Oh, please!" she begged, whimpering. "Put it in. Now!"
Ralph couldn't wait any longer, either. At last, his massive, dripping organ slid into her passioned-soaked tunnel. Moaning as if in delirium, Paula swiveled and undulated as he penetrated her with near-savage force, her sex-crazed body moving wildly in glorious rhythm with his brutal fucking.
"Harder!" she shrieked, wrapping her thick legs around his back in pretzel fashion, as she struggled to capture even more of this cruel and masterful invader.
Ralph bore down on her, thrusting his great shaft farther and farther into her spongy, grasping vaginal opening until he felt himself bump against the mouth of her womb. The slick, saturated walls of her dilated love tunnel grasped greedily as, using her powerful legs for leverage, she forced her wide hips ever upward. This bitch can really screw, Ralph thought, pumping harder, giving her every last inch of his great, quivering length. His aching and swollen testicles slapped against her huge ass as he jammed Paula for all he was worth.
Rivulets of sweat trickled down his back into the dark, hairy recess of his asshole as he fucked and grunted, his handsome features contorted with lust. Ralph was thrilling to every frantic twist of her whirling pelvis, every responsive ripple of her oily cuntal crevice.
With one final inward thrust, Ralph's expanded testes released their turbulent load. Hot semen shot against the panting brunette's battered cervix in great, pulsating spurts. "Aghhhh," he gurgled, his eyes rolling backwards, only their whites showing, as his entire body became a bucking mass of sexual release, his liquid fire bursting inside her, coating the walls of her quivering, rippling cunt.
With a shrill animal-like cry of release, Paula humped like a bitch in heat, as a soul-searing orgasm tore through her entire being. Their naked bodies fused and sweating, the pair jerked and convulsed like two epileptics in seizure as, together, they climaxed.
They lay on the carpet, spent and panting, until Ralph finally dismounted. "I wish we could go another round, honey," he said, glancing at his watch. "But I better make tracks.
Arthur will be back soon." He reached for his strewn clothes and dressed hurriedly.
Paula watched him for a while, then rose reluctantly. Her features were relaxed now, her plump body glowing with satisfaction. She came over to Ralph, her huge, slightly pendulous boobs jiggling as she moved. The bright rosettes punctuating her twin heaps of flesh were soft, wide circles now and her down-coated pussy, filled to overflowing with their combined sexual fluids, purred contentedly.
"You're quite a man, Ralph," she cooed, coming up behind him to rub her big tits against his back as he buttoned his shirt. "Better than I expected." She reached up to nibble his ear. "You will call me, won't you, Ralph?"
"You bet I will," he assured her, his voice husky. "You're good, baby. Real good!"
* * *
As Ralph drove home, he found himself humming along with the car radio, his spirits high. He's had his little diversion and Liz would never be the wiser. He'd wait awhile, of course. Just long enough to have her panting again, then he'd phone Paula and arrange for another clandestine meeting.
So she had a thick waist and her tits were somewhat droopy. Paula Grenshaw was still the best damn piece of ass he'd had in a long time!
CHAPTER Four
Ralph Conway didn't work later than his usual eight-thirty or nine o'clock until the following Wednesday. When he phoned Liz to say he'd be home some time between eleven and midnight, his platinum-haired wife hid her suspicions.
"Poor Ralph," she murmured into the mouthpiece, trying to sound sympathetic. "You'll be so tired tomorrow." Will it be because you worked late ? she asked silently. Or because you wore yourself out screwing a fifteen-year-old babysitter?
"I know," Ralph agreed, sighing heavily. "But I've got a really hot prospect lined up later tonight, honey. If I close this deal, I'll get one hell of a commission."
Hot prospect? Liz wondered. It wouldn't happen to be a red-haired, green-eyed kid with an enormous pair of boobs, would it, my dear husband? But aloud, she clucked her tongue dutifully, playing the role of the impressed wife. "Good luck, dear. Oh, and I'll tell Bonnie Mae you'll be late tonight."
"Thanks, Liz. See you later."
"Righto. And I'll be thinking of you with that hot prospect. Bye, Ralph."
I'll be thinking of you, all right, Liz thought as she hung up the phone. If my guess is right, that's your signal to Bonnie Mae. Oh, you may work for a little while, Ralph, but not for as long as you say. You'll get your ass back here in plenty of time to have yourself some fun before I get home from work, won't you? Well, enjoy yourself tonight, Ralph. Because if I find anything suspicious when I get home, it'll mean the end of your little game. Next time, I'll catch you right in the act!
* * *
Later, after Bonnie Mae had come to the house to stay with Tracy, Liz watched the girl's face very carefully when she delivered Ralph's message. "I'm afraid you're in for a late night, dear," she told her with a stiff smile. "Mr. Conway doesn't expect to get home until eleven or twelve tonight."
"Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Conway." the girl assured, turning to young Tracy. "I don't mind." Liz's smile became genuine as she experienced a strange, bittersweet sense of triumph. For the blonde housewife was certain she'd detected a brief flicker of excitement in those lovely, green eyes before the girl quickly averted them.
I'll bet you don't! Liz longed to retort as she kissed her son. "Be a good boy now, you hear?" she reminded, waving good-bye.
* * *
Liz drove to the Mood Indigo Lounge with her jaw clenched and her hands clutching the steering wheel with an iron grip. The thought of what might occur in her house tonight made her stomach queasy. The agonizing vision of Ralph's mouth devouring the girl's huge breasts, his stiff, red penis sliding between her long, slender legs, flashed before her. The sudden honk of the car behind jolted Liz back to reality and the grim vision faded.
Much as she detested what was going on behind her back, Liz had to give Ralph enough rope to hang himself. If he was really playing around with that kid, she had to know. She was willing to take a lot from the man she was married to, even though he'd let her down so much in the paSt. But Goddamn it, she wouldn't stay married to any dirty, fucking lecher, a horny creep who screwed kids!
Ralph, she knew, would deny such a thing vehemently should Liz ever accuse him openly. He was a practiced liar, too. No doubt, he'd get the girl to play innocent as well. The only way that Liz could know for certain was to beat Ralph at his own little game of deception. That way, she'd be able to get the proof she needed to make him pay for his vile acts. And, dear Lord, how she'd make him pay for fooling around with Bonnie Mae Owens.
Holy shit, how Liz hated that girl! She not only hated her for turning her husband into the lowest form of animal, a child debaucher, Liz hated her for possessing the kind of body that could lure Ralph down such a perverted path.
Waiting to make a left-hand turn, Liz's eyes narrowed with envy. For she suddenly saw herself standing next to Bonnie Mae, sharply aware of the marked differences that Ralph must also see. As if looking through her husband's eyes, she compared herself with the fifteen-year-old beauty, and the task proved painful.
The babysitter's complexion was soft and smooth, while Liz applied creams and lotions to her dry, aging skin. The girl's jade-colored eyes were clear and bright, while Liz relied on drops to help her bloodshot eyes and applied balls of cotton, soaked with witch hazel, to the frequent puffiness surrounding them. Bonnie Mae's well-stacked body was firm and supple, not showing signs of flabbiness and loss of muscle tone like hers. The girl's tits were mountainous, far bigger than Liz's could ever hope to be . . . even with the help of her fiber-fill bras. Unlike Bonnie Mae, Liz did need the support of a bra. Nursing Tracy had robbed her small breasts of their youthful contours. They were no longer firm under Ralph's touch, and they definitely sagged when Liz removed her bra.
The only consolation that Liz had was the knowledge that she always kept herself slim and well-groomed despite what the ravages of time and gravity had done to her body. What more could a woman do to hold her man? But if all that she feared was going on between Ralph and their youthful babysitter proved true, Liz Conway no longer wanted to hold her man.
Tonight, when she got home from work, Liz would check the house carefully, painstakingly, for telltale signs of sexual activity. Should she find anything at all to justify her ugly suspicions, she would talk to Stella and enlist her aid in setting the trap. Right now, Liz was just giving her husband some rope. If it proved to be enough, next time, she'd see the dirty bastard hang!
* * *
Bonnie Mae picked up the phone as soon as her employer's car pulled away from the curb. Her fingers dialed rapidly. "Elmira?" she said, a grin in her voice. "Get in touch with old Potsy, pal. Tonight's the night!"
Her obese friend shrieked with delight. "Ohh, Bonnie Mae!" she squealed. "I can hardly wait!" She giggled with excitement. "I'll phone Potsy right away and tell him to pick me up straight from work."
The babysitter lowered her voice. "What time do you think you'll be here?"
"Oh, nine-fifteen or so. Nine-thirty the latest."
"Good, I'll have Tracy in bed by then and the coast will be clear."
"Oooh, my boobs are tingling already," Elmira told her. "And when I give Potsy the good news, he'll probably be bent over with a hard-on the rest of the night."
Now, it was Bonnie Mae's turn to laugh. "You kill me, Elmira," she told her fat friend. "But I better hang up, now. Tracy wants me to play a game with him."
"We'll play better games after he's in bed," Elmira teased. "Which reminds me, I better get some things together."
A puzzled frown formed between the babysitter's lovely green eyes. "What things, Elmira? What are you talking about?"
"Yoou'll seee," the girl sing-songed.
Again, Bonnie Mae chuckled. "Okay, be mysterious, you big ass! I'll see you later." Whispering, she cupped the mouthpiece. "And don't forget. Come the back way."
"We won't forget. I'll phone lover boy right now." Elmira sighed dramatically. "Tell those great big tits of yours they're in for a great big treat." As she hung up the phone, Bonnie Mae could hear Elmira giggling at her own humor.
* * *
Tracy was bedded down for the night, his door firmly closed, and the living room clock showed nine-twenty-three, when the babysitter heard a soft knocking at the back door. Grinning, she hurried to welcome her schoolmates.
"Hi," she greeted cheerfully, ushering the pair in.
Elmira lumbered through the door, her face mottled and her eyes glittering with anticipation. "Potsy, you know Bonnie Mae, don't you, honey?" she asked, turning to the pale hulk of flesh at her side.
With an affirmative grunt, the boy gaped at the voluptuous redhead as if he couldn't believe his luck. His big mouth hung wet and loose as he stood with his huge blob of a stomach spilling over his low-slung jeans. Beneath barely visible white brows, Potsy's eyes, a washed-out shade of blue, were glued to the enormous breasts poking from behind her tight blouse.
What gorgeous tits, the boy thought, his mouth watering. Breathing heavily, he licked his thick lips. I can't wait to taste them. His eyes slithered down to the girl's crotch. And I'm gonna fuck the crap out of her, too. The sweating prick crowding between his huge thighs hardened. Guys like me don't get a chance at good-looking cunts very often. Most of the time-, I'm stuck with dogs like Elmira.
"Sure he does," Bonnie Mae agreed, leading the pair into the living room. "But after tonight, we're going to know each other a lot better, huh, Potsy?" The lovely girl flopped on the sofa to strike a seductive pose, throwing her chest forward so that her voluminous breasts curved to their full advantage. "Elmira, here, tells me you've got hidden talents, Potsy."
Clutching the paper sack she carried, Elmira giggled, tossing her stringy hair as she threw back her head. "He sure does," she said. Nudging up to the boy, she reached out a fleshy arm to fondle the growing bulge between his legs. "And one of them," she said, squeezing his penis, "feels like it's aching to perform."
"Hold your pants on, Elmira," the boy advised in a nasal tone, leering at her as her fingers kneaded his balls. What a slob, he observed, taking in her greasy hair and dirty slacks. But what the fuck, she's always ready to spread those fat legs. And she does have huge tits on her. His eyes moved to the sack that Elmira held in her other hand. "What kind of stuff did you bring?"
Elmira abandoned his balls to open the paper bag. "Your favorite, Potsy honey," she cooed, lifting a jar of strawberry jam in the air. "And mine, too." She reached for an aerosol can. "Whipped cream." She rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. "Mmmmm," she murmured, grinning at the colorless blob of a boy. "I can taste that big prick of yours already!"
Elmira emptied the contents of the bag onto the coffee table. "What's your pleasure, Bonnie Mae?" she asked, lining up jars. "Grape jelly, maybe? Peanut butter? Or how about some nice, gooey chocolate syrup?" She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. "Here's your big chance to sample a chocolate prick, honey!" She lifted an elbow to nudge her friend. "Get it?" she asked, shrieking with laughter.
Bonnie Mae laughed, too. "Elmira, you really do kill me!" For the curvaceous babysitter did get it. They were going to smear this stuff on Potsy's penis and go down on him. And Potsy was going to coat them with strawberry jam. I wonder where? she speculated. Just on our tits? Or is he going to coat some other parts of our bodies, too? Her pussy started to throb as the girl imagined how good it would feel when Potsy's tongue and lips got busy cleaning the strawberry jam away.
"The syrup will be just fine, Elmira." she replied, still grinning at her friend's joke. "Come on," she said, her eyes bright as she wriggled with eagerness. "Let's get started."
"Here," Elmira handed her the can of syrup. "You take this." She turned to the pasty-faced boy and gave him the strawberry jam. "Come on, gang," she ordered, smiling over her shoulder, as she headed for the kitchen. "We better do this bit where there's a linoleum, not a rug. Fun as this is, it can get messy. Right, Potsy?"
"Hey, everyone grab a shade first," Bonnie Mae ordered, lowering the one on the back door.
"Yeah," Potsy said, shuffling to the nearest window. "We don't wanna shock the neighbors. Or have them break down the door begging to join in." His nervous laugh was punctuated with frequent snorts as he enjoyed his little joke.
Once all the shades were drawn, the three teenagers stood facing one another. Suddenly, Elmira unzipped her blouse and opened it wide, letting her mammoth tits spill forward. "Last one naked is a rotten crotch!" she challenged, pulling her bulky arms out of the sleeves.
Bonnie Mae and Potsy quickly followed suit. After a brief flurry of discarded clothing, they stood flushed and breathless, appraising each other's naked bodies.
Bonnie Mae looked at Potsy and tried not to snicker. What a mess! she thought, eyeing the pale and blubbery mountain of flesh. Jesus, he looks like a great, white whale. Her eyes fell to the fuzz-topped genitals squeezed between his drooping stomach and dimpled thighs. And his prick and balls are pathetic. Like a tiny cocktail sausage and two Swedish meat balls. The girl had a sudden vision of Potsy's genitals arranged on a serving tray, skewered with colored toothpicks, surrounded by crackers and cheese and she bit her lips to keep from bursting into laughter. With a body like that, she thought, he better be good. Or I'll give Elmira hell tomorrow!
Potsy didn't even notice the lovely girl's strange expression. He was too busy taking in everything from her neck down. Man, oh, man! he drooled, feeling himself harden. This broad is really something! Christ Almighty, she could be in stag movies. Or even Las Vegas! His colorless eyes stared as if hypnotized. Fixing his gaze upon her perfectly formed breasts, the shriveled penis between his massive thighs began to smooth out as it quickly expanded.
Bonnie Mae watched the rapidly growing hunk of meat and no longer felt like laughing. Well, what do you know! she thought, her eyes incredulous as his veined, blood-engorged prick quivered and bobbed, pointing at her like an enormous red arrow. He's really hung after all!
Catching Elmira's eye, the young babysitter rolled her eyes toward Potsy's bloated cock-head and nodded her approval.
Elmira followed her friend's gaze and smiled vacantly. As far as she was concerned, any naked human body, thin, fat, or in-between was a beautiful sight to behold. Male or female. As for studs, she wasn't fussy. Just, as long as the guy she spread her Legs for had a couple of sperm-filled sacs and a functioning cock, he was okay by Elmira.
The overweight girl found Bonnie Mae's nude body pleasing, too. Jeez, she's really beautiful, the teenager observed, her eyes glittering as they took in her girlfriend's two swollen hills of flesh, topped with dainty pink rosettes. She admired her friend's tiny waist, flat tummy, and graceful curving hips. And will you look at that pretty little auburn pussy! she thought as her eyes settled on the fuzzy vee between Bonnie Mae's slender, white legs.
Her mottled cheeks grew brighter and she shot Potsy a sidelong glance, noting how the blubbery boy's sexual excitement was also mounting at the sight of Bonnie Mae's delectable body. But Elmira wasn't the least bit jealous. It never occurred to the shapeless girl to consider the lovely redhead a threat.
After all, Elmira had a mirror and twenty-twenty vision. She knew damn well that her body was a mess. Her ripples, bulges, and spare tires could never compete with her friend's centerfold figure, so why worry about it? So Bonnie Mae was a knockout and Elmira was a dog. So what! All she really cared about was equal time with Potsy. And one of the reasons that Elmira liked her red-haired pal so much was that the girl was one hell of a good sport and wouldn't hog the naked boy with the lust-thickened cock tonight. Elmira was content in the knowledge that she would get her fair share of cock-sucking, fucking, and tit-pulling, too.
"For shit sake," Elmira scolded, shaking her aerosol can. "Let's not just stand around drooling at each other. Let's get the show on the road." She turned to her girlfriend. "Do you want first grabs at this blow-job, honey? Or should I get him started so he can blow his wad in your mouth?
"Seeing you arranged this little party, I'll let you choose, Elmira."
"Then you go first," the obese girl replied, her face getting blotchier as she watched Potsy's bobbing prick. "Then, let me have a go at him and I'll make him cum." Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she grinned salaciously. "Mmmmmmmmm. Nothing tastes better than whipped cream and cum."
As the lovely redhead approached him with her jar of chocolate syrup, Potsy's cock quivered with anticipation. He could hardly wait to feel her mouth on him. His pasty complexion pinkened as her fingers reached out and stroked, coating his great length with thick, gooey syrup. She dropped to her knees, brought her pretty face forward, and opened her mouth wide.
Potsy sucked in his breath, his massive gut heaving, as" he felt her hot, wet lips close around the pulsating tip of his inflamed cock.
The sprawled and naked girl began to move her head back and forth, sending ripples of ecstasy throughout his massive bulk. The gasping boy wound his stubby fingers through her auburn hair to pull her face closer, making her swallow up more of him. Bonnie Mae's puckered mouth stretched wider as she pumped to and fro, her huge breasts undulating. She massaged his swollen, aching sacs with one hand while she grabbed the thick base of his chocolate-covered hardness with the other.
At last, she began to suck. She sucked good and hard and Potsy whimpered in approval, shoving his slippery cock deeper. Bonnie Mae tasted the sweetness of chocolate mingled with the pungency of the boy's sticky syrup of desire. She closed her large, green eyes, swallowed greedily, and worked harder. Potsy heaved his huge hips forward, shoving himself even further into the girl's salivating oral crevice. His doughy, dimpled asscheeks jiggled loosely as, undulating wildly, he fucked his vast pole of flesh in and out of the grasping wetness of her warm mouth.
Naked and kneeling, the big-breasted girl sucked more and more of his pulsating cock, swallowing the thick chocolate syrup as her mouth worked enthusiastically. Ummmmm, it tastes good. The gooey, brown confection dripped from his distended spearhead onto her bobbing tits and sprawled thighs, running over onto the linoleum. Once her hungry mouth licked him clean, the girl relaxed her grip and moved back, releasing several inches of his slippery length. Then, her pointed tongue darted forward to outline the sensitive, fiery tip of the lust-bloated prickhead. Potsy's thick lips hung wet and loose and his glassy eyes were unseeing as he surrendered himself completely to this new and wonderful sensual delight.
Her tongue felt so good! The boy's heart pounded and his breathing grew labored, almost asthmatic, as the big-titted red-head continued to circle the tip of his throbbing penis, her pointed tongue increasing its pressure with every delicious swirl. His huge thighs trembled as the girl's warm and wet oral member darted quickly downward, forcing the gaping hole of his battering cockhead to open even wider so that she could reach down inside to taste the sticky nectar of his passion. As her determined tongue dug deeper, Potsy began to whimper, his knees buckling as he ran his fingers through the girl's hair, tangling it like a madman.
"Deeper!" he begged in a nasal tone, his eyes crazed. "Go deeper! Make me cum!"
Responding to his frantic plea, the girl breathed hard and flicked her tongue faster. She kneaded and tickled his prickly, sweating balls as she probed, completely absorbed in her lustful act when she felt a clammy hand on her bare shoulder. "Hey, prick-hogger," Elmira protested good-naturedly. "I'm supposed to make him cum, remember?"
The babysitter's eyes flew open. "Mmmm," she replied around her mouthful of cock. She gave Potsy one final jab of her tongue, sending it deep into his urethral canal. Groaning with appreciation, the colorless eyes rolled heavenward and he tore at her hair. The voluptuous redhead opened her mouth, releasing the slippery pole of flesh. Unwinding Potsy's fingers from her matted auburn mane, she turned to Elmira with a chocolaty grin. "Okay, pal," she said, moving aside. "Your turn."
Her pudgy cheeks riddled with fiery blotches of passion, the corpulent teenager reached for the aerosol can and the jar of strawberry jam. "Say, Potsy," she crooned, her enormous boobs, flopping as she shuffled toward him, "let's make a deal." Grunting, she dropped heavily to her knees, situating herself before the boy's widely splayed thighs. She lifted her dilated pupils to the lust-thickened, saliva-coated organ swaying in front of her like a slimy, open-mouthed reptile. "I'll eat you if you eat me. Whaddya say we make each other happy, huh, baby?"
With a teasing leer, she gave the can a few shakes, pointed it at his bobbing prick and pressed the nozzle, covering his quivering length with whipped cream. Watching his reaction with eager eyes, the girl's fingers stroked, smearing the frothy, white mounds under and around, then up and down over the gaping tip of his thick shaft.
She set the can aside and reached for Potsy's hands, forcing him to his knees also. Then she handed him the strawberry jam. "Come on," she urged, spreading her fat legs. Placing a hand on either side of her dark, hairy cunt, she pulled sideways, spreading the fuzzy lips of her vulva to reveal the glistening, coral slit that throbbed within. "Don't that look good, honey?" she asked with a salacious grin. "Come on, open the jar. Have yourself some strawberry-flavored pussy."
The naked boy's hands shook as he hastily unscrewed the lid and dug his broad fingers into the jar. Slack-mouthed and wheezing, he smeared the bright jam onto the girl's pussy, his broad fingers moving up and down, then pressing to paint the folds and crevices lining her exposed, inner flesh. Elmira's eyes grew hooded and her dimpled thighs split even wider as the strawberry-coated fingers rubbed against the hotness of her stiff clitoris. She throbbed, aching for the feel of the boy's tongue upon her tender, sensitive tissues.
Bonnie Mae sat cross-legged, her big breasts draped across her knees and her gaping pussy glistening with the oils of her arousal, as she watched the elephantine couple lower their heavy, panting bodies to the floor. Elmira rolled over on her back, spreading her massive thighs wide to bare her thickly coated genitals.
Grunting, Potsy pulled himself on top of her and with his head aimed at her parted, pulsating crevice, grabbed her thighs to yank her legs even further apart. Letting his swollen testicles and whipped cream-coated penis dangle in the girl's face, he burrowed his face deep into her cunt. Her outstretched thighs trembling, the heavy girl lifted her wide buttocks off the linoleum in a frenzied effort to offer more of her wildly throbbing pussy. How she loved the warmth of his tongue slithering up and down the length of her oozing, strawberry slit.
"Mmmm," she moaned blissfully, rotating her hips to match the pressure of his warm tongue. Like a fish out of water, the girl opened her mouth wide and grasped hungrily for his huge, hovering cock. Her head bobbing back and forth, she finally captured her prize only to have it slip out of her mouth and quiver out of reach. Grasping it with one hand this time, she lifted her head and let her eager lips close over the deliciously coated organ. Elmira had his huge cock firmly in her mouth now, so she let her hands move to his widely spread thighs as she sucked vigorously.
Her eyes lifted to gaze adoringly at the boy's huge testicles, swinging only inches from her face as he thrust his pelvis forward to drive his slippery cudgel deeper into her warm mouth. Elmira felt the sudden warmth of the boy's tongue as it darted into her vagina. Moaning and squirming her pleasure, the excited girl sucked even harder. Her big buttocks shook as, straining her legs, she lifted herself higher and higher in the air, her mouth working furiously around Potsy's quivering cock as his tongue probed deeper and deeper, exploring the leaking furrows and ridges within her cuntal walls.
Bonnie Mae panted, her sensual lips parted and her jade eyes glassy as she watched the writhing, sweating bodies before her on the kitchen floor. Her lovely body was aflame, aching for release and she stroked her lubricated, but neglected love nest as she listened to the couple's passionate moans and noisy suckings. How she envied Elmira at that moment! Seeing her fat friend twist and jerk in response to the delicious fucking of Potsy's tongue, the naked, sexually-aroused redhead ached to trade places with her, to feel that long, probing tongue explore the hidden depths of her painfully-throbbing pussy! Her finger flicked the hot, swollen bud of her clitoris as Bonnie Mae looked on, panting in lustful longing.
Potsy stretched his tongue as far up as it would reach, then let it slither downward with titillating little swirls, jabs, and pokes in an effort to reward Elmira for what her mouth was doing to his pulsating cock. Forcing his glans open with the tip of her determined oral member, she lapped up the stickiness of his pre-coital juice, swallowing it along with the whipped cream. With the expertise of an experienced nympho, Elmira plunged her pointed tongue in a vicious downstroke, sending hot, shooting sensations of mingled pain and pleasure to every cell of the boy's body. His fat legs trembling, he pumped up and down, letting his aching, churning balls swing in Elmira's face with little slapping sounds.
Elmira's wide pelvis gyrated furiously, making Potsy's head dart up and down as his tongue probed mercilessly. The mutual sucking reached a frantic pitch as the couple moaned, jerked, and convulsed on the sticky, jam and whipped cream-coated linoleum. Then, suddenly their arched bodies bucked and thrashed about as Potsy abandoned her dripping cunt and the girl released his ejaculating penis.
"Aghhhhhhhh," Elmira screamed, her hips pounding the floor as she experienced a rapturous, penetrating orgasm that made her massive body tremble violently.
Wheezing and gasping for air, Potsy climaxed, too, sending a warm stream of semen spurting down into Elmira's face and splattering across her voluminous tits. Opening her mouth, she tried to capture the boy's ejaculating penis once again but her efforts were in vain. Potsy fucked the air so violently, as he shot his load, that the girl groped futilely.
At last, their sweating, secreting bodies grew still till only the sounds of labored breathing filled the air. And Bonnie Mae's breathing was heaviest of all as she sat with legs spread wide, eyeing the sexually gratified pair with lust-crazed eyes. Her fingers pressed against the wetness of her flowing cuntal membranes that throbbed in painful frustration. She fixed her gaze on the pale, hulk of boy who was just rolling away from Elmira.
"Eat me, too, Potsy," the lovely redhead begged as the boy sat up. Whimpering, she scrambled toward him on her hands and knees, her huge dangling tits undulating as she rolled over. "Please!" she sobbed, drawing up her knees, then spreading them wide to lay bare the pink, dewy petals of her moisture-coated cunt. Writhing on the floor, the naked girl lifted her hips in a slow, circular motion, her erect clitoris fluttering like a beckoning finger.
"It's no use, honey," Elmira crooned softly, drawing her huge bulk closer to her friend's outstretched legs. "He's burnt out for now. We gotta let him catch his breath first. Then, we'll get him good and worked up again for our next little game."
But Bonnie Mae would not be pacified with words. Moaning, she rolled her head from side to side, her auburn-coated pussy saturated with the milkiness of her urgent, throbbing need. "Eat me, eat me!" she continued to beg, ignoring Elmira's explanation.
"Ahhhhh," the lovely redhead sighed as at last, she felt the delicious warmth of a wet tongue stroke her oozing, parted crevice. Rotating her hips in wide, sensual circles, she sighed blissfully and closed her eyes, submitting herself completely to this heavenly carnal pleasure. The probing, urgent tongue teased the bud of her throbbing clitoris, then darted up inside the coralline slit of her cuntal opening, making her tremble.
Hands slithered up her smooth stomach and ribs to grab and squeeze her ivory mounds of flesh, then reach for her hot, pointed nipples. As the eager fingers pinched and twisted the hot, pointiness of her distended nipples, the lovely girl arched her back, moaning. The marvelous tongue dug deeper and deeper, flicking the secret innermost folds of her lust-soaked walls.
"Deeper!" she cried, lifting her hips higher in an effort to grasp more of the warm and wonderful tongue that was thrilling every fiber of her being.
At last, the teenage babysitter cried out in sweet release, her arched and trembling body bucking furiously as she enjoyed a deep, thrilling climax.
She lay panting for a few moments, then smiling, lifted her head.
Suddenly, Bonnie Mae's smile froze as a look of horror contorted her lovely features.
For the face looking back at her from between her open legs was that of her wet-mouthed and leering friend, Elmira Simms!
CHAPTER Five
"For Chrissakes, Elmira," the green-eyed girl gasped, her face livid as she scrambled to her feet. "I didn't take you for a fucking lesbian! What the hell's the big idea?"
"Cool it, honey," Elmira soothed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she got up. "I was just trying to help you out." Her lips jutted to form an exaggerated pout. "Besides," she said in an accusing tone. "You said you'd try anything once, remember?"
"Once, yeah," the redhead conceded, calming down. "But I don't want you getting horny with me, pal," she warned as she went to the sink to wash the dried syrup from her face. "Or it means the end of a beautiful friendship, dig?"
"Don't be such an asshole," the obese girl was quick to retort. "You know damn well I got a real healthy appetite for the opposite sex. Right, Potsy?" she asked, turning to the naked, doughy boy who was struggling to his feet. "It's just that this is supposed to be a party and I thought everyone was in a party mood." Lifting a flabby arm to smooth her lifeless hair, she shot the auburn-haired babysitter a reproachful look. "Don't tell me you're gonna turn out to be a party pooper, kiddo. You better not be," she added, her eyes narrowing. "Or you ain't gonna like our next little game."
A worried frown lining his pale forehead, Potsy shuffled over to the girls. He didn't want them to start arguing, maybe even fight, and ruin everything. What the fuck, the fun was just beginning. "Aw, come on, Elmira," he said, grabbing the girl's huge tits in an attempt to humor her. "She's only kidding. You shoulda seen her flipping around on the floor while you went at her. She loved every minute of it, didn't you, Bonnie Mae?"
"Well," the curvaceous girl hedged, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched Potsy tug at Elmira's big boobs. "It did feel pretty good at that."
The two girls stared at each other, their eyes twinkling. Finally, they burst into giggles and Potsy sighed with relief. "You really liked it, huh?" Elmira persisted with a wicked grin as the boy rubbed her nipples.
"Yes, you big ass," the babysitter admitted, smiling. "I liked it, all right. But only because this is a party and tonight . . . anything goes, right? But like I said, don't go getting any funny idea, sweetie, because my head is still screwed on straight."
Potsy laughed nervously. "Well, now that you two got that settled," he said, his fingers sliding down to nuzzle the sticky mound between the fat girl's legs, "what's next?"
"Yeah, Elmira," Bonnie Mae wanted to know. "What's this game you were talking about?"
The corpulent teenager opened her heavy thighs to make room for Potsy's probing fingers. "If you don't quit playing with me, honey, I just might forget all about it," she grinned, rubbing against the boy.
Giving her jam-coated, matted pubic hair a little tug, the naked boy removed his fingers, his eyes sliding to the beautiful redhead. Whatever this whore has in mind, I hope I get to play with that juicy little cunt next, he thought, licking his thick lips as he stared at the tempting auburn triangle.
"We," Elmira announced dramatically, "are going to play cards."
"Cards?" her two cohorts chorused, their faces reflecting disappointment.
Ignoring their protests, the girl trotted back to the living room, a naked mountain of moving flesh, to remove one last item from the paper sack she'd left on the coffee table. "Umm-hmm," she hummed as the pair followed her. "It's a very special game and you have to use very special cards. It's called Pick-A-Pose." Spreading the deck in fanlike fashion, she held them up to reveal some of the lurid photos on the back.
The colorless boy whistled appreciatively, his eyes glittering as he reached for the deck of pornographic cards. "Man, these are wild," he said, shuffling through them with eager hands.
Elmira nudged her girlfriend, gesturing toward the dangling penis that was beginning to lose some of its wrinkled limpness. "Look at lover-boy," she giggled. "He's shaping up already. A few hands at this and he'll be raring to go again." The girl grinned at Bonnie Mae's breasts, then looked down at her own voluminous blobs of flesh. Cupping them in her hands, she lifted them high. "Then, these babies of ours are gonna get sucked good and proper, honey."
Grinning, Bonnie Mae's nipples rose into stiff points and tingled with anticipation. "How do we play?" she asked, peering over Potsy's shoulder. A delicious warmth spread across her thighs at the sight of the lewd poses.
"First, we sit down," Elmira said, lowering her heavy body to the rug gracelessly. She snatched the cards away from the fascinated, slack-mouthed boy and shuffled them. Then, she spread them out across the carpet with the photos facing down. "Next, we take turns picking a card." She paused to give them an unwholesome smile. "And you have to act out the pose on the one you get!"
"Crazy!" Potsy said, licking his lips while he feasted his faded eyes on Bonnie Mae's luscious, nude body.
"Elmira, you're so creative!" Bonnie Mae praised. "How do you think up all these things?"
"It's easy," Potsy snickered, "when your mind is always in the gutter."
"Up your ass!" the girl retorted, making an obscene gesture with her middle finger.
"Not unless it's on the card I pick, baby," he replied, grinning.
The three teenagers burst into appreciative laughter. "Well, what do you know?" Elmira said, giving the boy an admiring glance. "Potsy finally made a funny."
"Come on, let's get started," Bonnie Mae urged, looking at the clock. "It's after ten already."
"Wait a minute," Elmira said. "I haven't explained the rules. First of all, you have to do whatever's on your card." She shot Bonnie Mae a meaningful look. "No copping out, honey." She turned her glittering eyes to the boy. "And you, lover, don't get to cum."
"Hey," he whined, looking crestfallen. "That ain't fair!"
"Don't get your balls in an uproar, dumb-ass! You already shot your load once tonight. If you get your cookies again, you won't be worth an old man's fuck for our grand finale."
The boy gave her a blank look.
"The tit-sucking bit, stupid. I been bragging to Bonnie Mae so don't go making a liar outta me by wearing yourself out before the big scene, okay? Our boobs have been aching for days just thinking about it."
"You can blow your wad after you show me what that talented mouth of yours can do to these," Bonnie Mae consoled, shaking her shoulders so that her huge tits performed a wild dance. "Then, you can cum deep inside my pussy, okay?" she teased, stroking herself while he watched hungrily.
"Just one more thing," Elmira continued. "There's a three-minute time limit on each pose." Her eyelids dropped. "That's in case you want to enjoy it a little." She looked at her girlfriend. "But we don't want to overdo it 'cause the last one to cum is the winner. Once you get your jollies, honey, you're out of the game. You can't pick a card, then, you can only help Potsy and me act out ours until I get my gun. If I cum first, the same goes for me, okay?"
"Okay!"
Elmira wet her lips. "Who wants to pick the first card?"
"Me!" Bonnie Mae volunteered, reaching for the outspread deck. A bit stung by her friend's insinuations that she was a spoil sport, the girl was anxious to prove her wrong. She chose a card, turned it over, and felt her palpitating pussy grow even wetter. Her jade eyes grew thick-lidded as they slid from Potsy to Elmira. "I'm going to need both of you to help me act this one," she said. With parted lips, she held the card up to show them the lewd act portrayed in the photo.
* * *
Ralph Conway pulled up in front of the sprawling suburban mansion and killed the engine. I'm really going to strain my balls on this deal, he told himself as he got out of his car and strode briskly up the walk. He carried his new attache case with a firm grip, striving for an air of quiet confidence. This son-of-a-bitch is rolling in dough. If I play this cool and easy, I can walk out of here with the fattest commission yet. I'll be able to pay off Liz's car and pad my wallet, too. Maybe I'll even treat myself to an expensive piece of ass, one of those near-northside hookers whose rates are out of sight.
Ralph lifted the heavy brass knocker and chimes pealed within. Straightening his shoulders, he assumed a pleasant, businesslike expression as he waited. When there was no response, he lifted the knocker again. Still, silence. Peering through the gleaming, paned windows to the left of the massive door, he saw a richly paneled den. One wall contained a well-stocked floor-to-ceiling bookcase and massive leather chairs flanked the stone fireplace. On the Oriental rug between the mahogany desk and huge stereo, a white Persian cat posed regally. The long-haired feline glanced in his direction, blinked, then looked away in bored sophistication.
Shifting his attache case to the opposite hand, Ralph tried the door knocker for a third and final time. His expression changed to one of annoyance. Don't tell me the fucking bastard forgot about our appointment. We set this up days ago.
When the massive door failed to open, the ambitious insurance agent faced up to the unpleasant knowledge that he'd made a hell of a long drive for nothing. A complete waste of time, for it was obvious that no one was home. The man either forgot that he was coming over this evening or went out without bothering to cancel out.
Ralph spun on his heel and returned to his car with brisk, angry strides. Maybe he wasn't as well-heeled as this son-of-a-bitch but his time was valuable, too. He slid behind the steering wheel and slammed the door with vengeance. Glancing at his watch, he inserted the key in the ignition, started the motor, and roared away.
Should I stop somewhere for a drink? he wondered as he headed for the expressway. But by the time he descended the entrance ramp, the gray-eyed man decided to chuck the idea. He had a good half-hour drive ahead of him. Maybe he should go straight home, see the babysitter to her door, then mix himself a stiff drink and try to unwind.
Tension made the muscles in his neck tighten as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator. How he ached to phone the cocky SOB who stood him up tonight and chew his ass. But damn it, Ralph was determined to sell him that policy. He knew all too well that first thing tomorrow morning, he'd swallow his anger, and part of his pride, when he phoned to set up another appointment.
Liz Conway brushed against the attractive gray-haired man as she bent over to serve him another drink. His eager eyes took in her slim figure and short skirt and liked what they saw. "Thanks, honey," he said a bit thickly, running his hand down the back of her net-stockinged thigh. "But how about joining me? It's kind of lonely sitting here all by myself."
Ordinarily, Liz would squirm out of reach, smile, and give the man a good-natured brush. But tonight was different. Tonight, the platinum-haired cocktail waitress had been brooding about her husband and that big-busted babysitter. By now, the girl probably had those long legs of hers split wide open and Ralph was fucking her for all he was worth. And if he were, then he wasn't worth a shit!
Stella was right, Liz decided, setting the man's drink on a cocktail napkin. It was time she started having herself some fun, too. And this traveling salesman who'd been ogling her all evening looked like he could provide plenty. The gray-haired man came in regularly whenever he came to Chicago and seemed particularly interested in the slender, blonde waitress. Much to Stella's disgust, however, Liz always discouraged his advances in a firm, but friendly, manner.
"You're crazy, luv," Stella once told her, shaking her head in disbelief. "What I wouldn't give to have that big hunk look at me the way he looks at you! Get a load of those classy suits he wears, honey. And that big rock flashing on his pinky! He's obviously loaded and he practically drools whenever you wait on him. How the hell can you keep turning your back on a stud like that?"
Liz straightened up to return the man's gaze, letting his hand linger. "I can't join you right this minute, handsome," she said with a slow, inviting smile. "But I get a fifteen-minute break soon. Can I take a rain check till then?"
The man's eyes lit up and his smile broadened. "I'll be waiting, baby," he said, his voice husky.
Liz wiggled her trim hips more than usual as she continued her rounds, conscious of the salesman's watchful eyes. Tonight, she would merely encourage the man. She'd have a drink with him, get acquainted, and drop a few broad hints that she might be willing to get a lot friendlier. She'd keep the guy dangling until she had more on Ralph. If it turned out that her husband was balling that fifteen-year-old kid, then Liz would dump the frigging bastard and drop the goody-goody bit once and for all.
She'd take old Stella's advice . . . find herself some big spenders and start enjoying life. Never again would she let any man hurt or humiliate her. The tables would turn. Liz would start using men instead of having it the other way around.
As she carried a tray of drinks, she caught the stranger's eye. He winked at her, lifting his glass in a little salute. Liz smiled over her shoulder, wiggled her ass, and winked back. So he was a traveling salesman out on the prowl, looking for a little diversion. Liz was just about ready for some fun and a little diversion, too!
Bonnie Mae placed the card she'd chosen on the rug with the obscene photo facing upward. Emulating the position of the naked girl in the center, she dropped to her knees and arched her back, letting her head fall back so that her long, auburn hair spilled onto the carpet. She spread her ivory legs wide, like the girl in the photo, until her cuntal lips parted, their glistening, flowering petals throbbing expectantly. Her lovely face flushed, the girl waited for her partners to play their parts in this lewd act.
Elmira lumbered to one side of the arched girl, and Potsy to the other. With one last reference to the card, they acted out their roles. Elmira brought her pudgy face down on the girl's left tit, opened her warm mouth as far as she could, and filled it to capacity with the delectable, firm flesh.
His eyes froglike, Potsy devoured the girl's right breast. "Ummm," he moaned, savoring the delectable mouthful. His quivering joint thickened with lust as his pale cheeks moved in and out. The boy's talented tongue performed as if it were a separate entity, rolling, pinching, and sucking the tender tip, doing electrifying things to the girl.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her body aflame. Elmira sure wasn't exaggerating, she thought, her right breast swollen and hard in response to the exquisite torment that it was receiving. Elmira was doing a pretty good job on her left boob, too. The girl's salivating oral cavity felt good against her fiery nipple.
Suddenly, the lovely redhead cried out and sucked her stomach in as first her girlfriend, then the boy, completed their parts in the obscene portrayal. "Oh, shit!" she panted, elevating her hips as their fingers entered her throbbing vagina. Each had two fingers shoved up inside her, teasing and stroking the spongy, dripping caverns of her inner passage.
"Ooooohhhh, sweet Jeeesus!" she cried, her straining pelvis rotating in the air as their fingers grew more demanding. Potsy jammed still another finger up her cuntal passage and Bonnie Mae panted, beads of moisture dotting her forehead. Moaning, she worked her hips furiously. She felt the scrape of fingernails deep inside her and she closed her eyes to the wonderful, new sensations coursing through her arched and burning body.
Just when she was about to ascend that ultimate peak, the probing fingers made a hasty exit and the warm, wonderful mouths punishing her tits pulled away. The panting girl's eyes flew open in bewilderment, her abandoned body still poised and waiting.
"Time's up!" Elmira announced cheerfully, crawling back to the outspread deck, her drooping sacks of flesh swinging back and forth while her mammoth, dimpled asscheeks shook and wobbled. "And not a minute too soon either, sweetie," she teased as the girl and boy joined her reluctantly. Elmira looked at Bonnie Mae's flushed face and distended nipples and grinned. "A few more seconds and you would have lost."
"Yeah, I could tell you were ready to cum,"
Potsy added, leering at her.
"Okay, my turn!" Elmira said, picking a card. She turned it over and batted her lashes at the boy. "Poor Potsy," she said in mock sympathy. "Looks like you have to sit this one out."
"Whaddya mean? Let's see," the boy said in a petulant tone.
Elmira flipped the card over, showing it to the pasty-skinned boy, then to her girlfriend. Seeing the sudden gleam in the babysitter's eyes brought a grin to the fat girl's lips. "How about the feather duster and rolling pin, sweetie?"
"I know where they are," Bonnie Mae said, quickly rising. Her two sex partners admired the perfection of her nudeness as the lovely girl hurried into the kitchen to return with the two props.
Elmira turned over on her back with her heavy thighs split wide, the well-trodden slit of her sticky cunt winking lewdly as it awaited its next treat. Climbing on top of her spread-eagle friend, Bonnie Mae straddled her with her weight on her bent knees. She lowered her face to her friend's crotch and thrust her own bare behind out so that her pretty, auburn pussy was easily accessible to her partner.
Their naked male observer's bulging eyes were on the redhead's pink, quivering sphincter and he felt his balls quiver. How I'd like to shove my finger up her tender, little asshole, he fantasized, stroking his growing penis.
Elmira flung a flaccid arm out to lift her chosen card for another look. "Hand me the rolling pin, honey," she said in a throaty voice.
The girl obeyed, keeping the feather duster in her hand. Her lovely face just inches from the girl's oozing, coral niche, Bonnie Mae's left hand slid down to open her milky slot even further. With her right hand, she eased the tip of the feather duster's plastic handle into her slick receptacle.
Elmira giggled and drew her legs even further apart. "Don't be so gentle, honey. Shove it in good and hard. I never been fucked by a turkey before and I want to gobble it up." The girl's laughter soon ended when her friend complied with her request. Her mouth drooped wet and loose and her eyes shone glassily as the long handle invaded her spongy canal. Bonnie Mae thrust the handle deep inside the girl, rotating it vigorously before withdrawing it almost completely.
Her hand pumped in and out, in and out, shoving the plastic rod higher and higher until only the bright fan of feathers was visible. With each penetration, the redhead worked the long handle in a circular motion, watching Elmira's dimpled inner thighs twitch while she moaned blissfully. "Mmmm. It feels . . . mmm . . . marrrvelousss!"
Elmira's fat arms lifted the rolling pin and she brought her lust-contorted face close to her girlfriend's parted, pink crevice. Aiming the end of the kitchen utensil at her dripping, center slot, Elmira jammed it in.
"Eeee!" the girl shrieked, her ass bucking high in the air as her anus puckered. Elmira wasted no time thrusting the wooden object deep inside her friend until the jutting handle bumped against the mouth of her cervix. "Oh, Christ!" the girl gasped, her legs trembling.
Elmira pulled the thick rolling pin backward with tantalizing slowness. Bonnie Mae whimpered, her quivering vaginal walls clinging to the object, reluctant to part with it. As the fat girl withdrew it, Potsy grinned salaciously, for the massive pseudo-prick was saturated with the creamy fluids of excitement.
Elmira continued to fuck her friend with the wide rolling pin and Bonnie Mae reciprocated by shoving the long feather duster in and out of Elmira, rotating it savagely on every in-stroke. Potsy's breathing was asthmatic as he looked on, his faded eyes fascinated by the girl's perverse activity. His madly pulsating cock was fully extended now and his stubby fingers toyed with its dripping, gaping tip as he listened to their outcries and watched the luscious redhead's bucking ass and the swinelike girl's gyrating pelvis.
Everyone was so thoroughly engrossed in what was going on, that the three-minute time limit was completely forgotten. Each girl screwed the other with fervor, thrilling to the forceful invasion of the household objects. Elmira's great hips heaved higher and higher while Bonnie Mae whirled her rounded ass in the air like a madwoman. "Harder!" she gasped, loving the feel of the luscious thickness of the rolling pin, crazed by the steady bump of its handle against her cervix. "Mmmmph! Shove it . . . mmmph . . . higher!"
"Fuck me faster!" Elmira begged, pumping her pelvis up and down in rhythm with the circular thrusts of the deliciously long feather duster handle.
The two girls kept at each other's throbbing pussies, their hands pumping at a steady pace, until Bonnie Mae, driven to the supreme height of carnal joy by the pistoning wooden object, cried out in sweet release, her buttocks quivering as she bucked up and down in wild abandon, twirling the buried feather duster furiously as she climaxed.
Aroused by her girlfriend's convulsive response to her manipulations of the rolling pin and the increased attack on her own passion-soaked cunt, the corpulent teenager strained her pelvic muscles in one final upward thrust before she jerked and gyrated, mewing like a cat on the prowl, as a devastating orgasm ripped through her massive body.
By now, the boy's cheeks had grown pink and he wheezed with lust. "I'm next," he panted, reaching out for a card.
Elmira looked up from the tangle of arms and legs that she and her girlfriend had become when they collapsed in exquisite fatigue. The feather duster was still buried in her satisfied pussy, its bright plumage protruding ludicrously. "The game's over, Potsy," she drawled, withdrawing the rolling pin from between her sex partner's limp legs. "We both came, honey." She grinned lazily, her eyes hooded and dreamy. "Or couldn't you tell?"
"Ohhh, Elmira," Bonnie Mae sighed, lifting her leg to roll over and sit up. "That was out of sight. Even better than my vibrator."
"Whaddya mean the game's over?" Potsy demanded, staring at them with incredulous, washed-out eyes. "Don't I get a turn, anyway? You two just had yourselves a hell of a good fuck. You mean, all I get is a rip-off?"
"He's right, Elmira," Bonnie Mae conceded, touching her arm. She glanced at the clock. "We've got time for one more card before the grand finale. It's twenty after ten and Mr. Conway is due back between eleven and twelve. Just so's the two of you are out of here by eleven, okay?"
Sighing, Elmira pulled the feather duster out and sat up. "Yeah, I guess poor Potsy should have his turn. But this is the last card trick, lover-boy. Understand?"
"Sure, sure," he was quick to agree, turning his card over. His snake-like tongue darted wetly across his lips as he leered at the two girls. "I'm gonna need both of you for this one." Grunting, he pulled his unwieldy body off the rug and stood up. "We're gonna play choo-choo. Com'ere, Bonnie Mae." He grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "You're the engine," he explained, grabbing her slender waist to position her in front of him. "And you," he pointed to Elmira, "are the caboose. Get behind me, will you ?"
"Just a minute," she protested, reaching for the card he left on the carpet. "You forgot to show us the picture, dumb-ass." She picked up the card and rolled her eyes. "Look at this, sweetie." She held it up to show her girlfriend the lewd performance of the trio in the photo.
The lovely redhead grinned and bent forward, knees bent, with her hands resting on her firm thighs. Her big tits dangled like two giant teardrops.
"How come I have to be the caboose?" Elmira wanted to know as she took her position behind Potsy. Rising to her knees, she put her hands on both of his flabby asscheeks and spread them wide, exposing his winking, hairy asshole.
"Because I've fucked you a hundred times," he retorted, a look of contempt on his homely face as he glanced over his shoulder at her. "And right now, I wanna soak my prick in her for a change, all right?"
"All right, already," she replied good-naturedly. "Don't get your great big balls in a great big turmoil, lover-boy."
"Besides," he added as an afterthought, "I'm the engineer!" With that, he bent his knees until his great, swollen penis was aligned with the beautiful white ass in front of him. His clammy hands encircling her waist, he thrust his weight forward, sending his thick joint into her cuntal opening. He fucked slow and deep, enjoying every inch of her spongy vaginal walls.
I'm in her gorgeous cunt at last, he thought, moaning as he balled the girl nice and easy, hoping to prolong his ecstasy. Mmmm, she feels nice . . . not all stretched out like that dirty slut behind me.
Just then, Elmira's tongue darted up his rectum as she acted out her role in the depraved pantomime. Potsy responded involuntarily, jerking his hips forward to penetrate Bonnie Mae's juicy cunt even further. The fat girl's hands pulled at the boy's dimpled buttocks, separating them to make room for her burrowing face. She shoved her wet, eager tongue far up inside him, exploring his quivering rectum with the skill and fervor of the nympho that she was.
Potsy's colorless eyeballs practically disappeared as they rolled heavenward. Elmira's a fat, smelly slob, he admitted to himself, but, holy shit, there's nothin' this whore can't do!
Bonnie Mae was happy with the doggie-style screwing she was getting. Mmmmm, it feels good this way, she thought, lifting her behind to meet the boy's every forward movement. It makes his prick seem even bigger and it hurts a little, too. She sighed contentedly as the boy's slippery cock continued to burrow, her eyes closed.
Potsy was in heaven. Fucking a pretty, red-haired pussy and getting the shit licked out of my asshole, too. And I've still got those gorgeous tits ahead of me. His mouth watered as he imagined it filled to capacity with eager tits. Jesus, what a night!
The naked threesome moaned and grunted, their sweating, secreting bodies moving in a weird, unholy unison as if they were one. They forgot all about the three-minute time limit. Even if they had remembered, they wouldn't have cared. For they were losing themselves in complete abandon to the wicked splendor of their unwholesome act.
Not one of the three teenagers heard the key turning in the lock, nor the sound of footfalls crossing the kitchen floor. And they were all blissfully unaware of the eyes watching their lewd performance with dilated, fascinated pupils.
It wasn't until the gaping mouth cried out in shocked disbelief that the naked trio pulled apart!
CHAPTER Six
Ada Owens' tired eyes felt heavy as the television newscaster signed off. The gray-haired woman rose with difficulty, clicked the set off, and yawned. Guess I'll go to bed, she decided, her bent, arthritic body shuffling to her bedroom.
Her stiff fingers, with their painfully swollen knuckles, fumbled as she undressed and donned a flannel nightgown. Sighing heavily, the weary woman lowered herself onto the bed and lay staring up at the chipped ceiling. Guess Bonnie Mae's going to be late tonight, she mused. But she's young and don't need her sleep the way I do. And the money she earns over at the Conways comes in mighty handy.
Lord only knows I can't keep a fifteen-year-old girl in clothes on what I make. Not at today's inflated prices.
The exhausted woman closed her tired eyes, her thoughts whirling helter-skelter as they often did just before she drifted off to sleep. She thought of her widowed sister, Clara, down in Florida. Only Clara had been luckier than she. Clara's husband was a successful businessman, not an alcoholic as hers had been, and he left his widow financially secure. Her sister owned and operated a nice little retirement trailer court in the sunshine state and her two grown sons doted on her. One gave her a color TV last Christmas and the other paid for a trip to Bermuda.
But Clara had had her children while she was young, not in her late-forties. Forty-seven is just too old to have a baby, Ada told herself again, something she'd been repeating over and over ever since Bonnie Mae was born. The girl was an unexpected burden, a terrible mistake. But then, so was Ada's marriage. But to Ada Owens, divorce was a mortal sin and abortion was a one-way ticket to eternal damnation. Instead, she chose to live her hell right here on earth by remaining with her drunk of a husband until he died and "doing her duty" by Bonnie Mae.
And she had done the right thing. The woman worked hard to give the girl everything she needed and then some. By pinching pennies, she'd even managed to give her daughter some fairly decent presents over the years.
For the girl's tenth birthday, Ada had surprised her with a secondhand bicycle. Last Christmas, she'd given the girl an electric hair dryer and styling brush with all the attachments. For her sixteenth birthday, Ada hoped to be able to buy her daughter a cassette recorder.
Yes, Ada Owens had done her motherly duty and would continue to do so until the girl reached eighteen. Then, once Bonnie Mae was graduated from high school and was on her own, Ada planned to move to Florida and live with Clara.
Clara longed for the day that her sister could come to live with her and help her run the trailer court. But Ada couldn't make the move for three more years. Pets and children under eighteen were not allowed in the retirement community and much as she wanted to, Clara couldn't make an exception for her sister and niece.
Ada could scarcely wait until the next three years passed and she'd be free to join her beloved sister. Free to enjoy the companionship of people her own age, to bask in the healing warmth of the Florida sun. How she hated the Chicago climate and what it did to her painful arthritis! Work worn and bone tired, Ada hated to go out to work day after miserable day . . . as she had for so many years. And though she wouldn't admit it, even to herself, she hated Bonnie Mae, too. The girl was the image of her father, a constant reminder of the torment and humiliation that Ada had endured as the wife of an alcoholic.
Still, she tried to be a good mother to the girl, to see that she had everything she needed. Everything except the one thing that Bonnie Mae needed most of all. That's where . Ada Owens failed. For she was totally incapable of giving her daughter love.
* * *
Liz Conway and the gray-haired salesman smiled at each other as she joined him at his table. "I made it my business to find out a few things about you, Liz," he said, as another waitress left with their order. "Just so you're not at a disadvantage, I'm Bill Evans, traveling salesman, and mighty lonesome. I keep coming back to this joint strictly because of you, baby."
"I'm flattered," she answered coyly, batting her eyelashes. "That's real nice to hear, you know, coming from a handsome guy like you."
The waitress brought their drinks and Bill lifted his glass in a toast. "To us, Liz," he murmured, gazing deep into her eyes. "May this be the beginning of a warm and mutually rewarding relationship." As she sipped her martini, Bill Evans placed his manicured hand over hers and the slim blonde was shocked at her electrifying response. "I want you to know something right at the start, Liz," he said in a sensual voice. "When I like someone, I like to do things for them, make them happy, you know what I mean ? And I really like you, baby. You did something to me the first time I laid eyes on you."
Bill Evans was doing something to Liz, too.
Delicious, warm tingles spread through her body as his warm fingers caressed hers. "I'm glad to know that, Bill," she drawled, her eyes transmitting a silent, stronger, message, "because I have a feeling you and I are going to be very close friends."
"When can we get together, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with eagerness. "How about tonight, when you get off work?" His eyes admired her modest breasts and slender arms. As the man pictured Liz lying naked on a bed, her knees bent and open with her arms outstretched and inviting, he felt his hungry penis swell and pulsate. Trim, narrow-hipped broads with small tits really turned him on. Big-busted cunts with fat, wide asses didn't appeal to him at all. It was the gals with more angles than curves that made Bill Evans' balls churn.
"Well, I. . . uh . . . I'm not sure," she hedged, suddenly confused. Things were happening much too fast. Liz had planned to let him pursue her. The attractive blonde hadn't foreseen the explosion of their body chemistry. If the mere touch of his hand across a table can set off all these vibrations, what would happen if I went to bed with the guy? she wondered.
As she lifted her glass to her lips, stalling for time before answering, she conjured up a mental image of the man's nude body lowering itself onto hers. I wonder how big his cock is? And how it would feel sliding in and out of me? she asked herself. It would be exciting to have a new mouth at my tits, she decided. And to have that handsome face take a dive at my pussy.
Their eyes met and in that moment of contact, Liz made her decision. She wanted to be screwed by the good-looking man sitting across from her. She ached for the feel of his big, red penis pumping in and out of her. And she longed for the taste of his swollen masculinity inside her mouth, as well.
The hell with Ralph! she quickly rationalized. Let the horny bastard screw fifteen-year-olds. I'll get even! Liz was certain that her husband was balling that kid right now, even if she didn't find any proof when she got home tonight. Liz wanted Bill Evans, all right, but not tonight. She was just too tired and emotionally drained to enjoy herself. She wanted to know about their date in advance, so she could take a nice, long nap before she left for the Mood Indigo that night. After all, she didn't go off duty till one in the morning.
"I'd rather wait a couple of days, honey," Liz told him. "I'm . . . well, I'm just getting over my monthly visitor, you know ?"
"How about Friday night?" he asked, his voice eager. "I'm heading back home Saturday morning and may not be up this way for several weeks. I'd sure like to get better acquainted before I leave, doll face."
Liz felt a sharp sting of disappointment at the thought of not getting laid until he got back, so she quickly accepted. "Friday night is just fine, Bill," she said, smiling seductively as he stroked the palm of her hand.
Ralph was never awake when Liz got home from work, so he'd never be the wiser. Not that she gave a damn now that she was on to him and Bonnie Mae. Still, once her cheating husband dozed off for the night, nothing short of an explosion could stir him. And the only explosion likely to take place Friday night, she thought, will be between me and Bill Evans.
Won't old Stella be proud of me? she mused. I should have taken her advice a long time ago. Her cheeks bright, the platinum-haired cocktail waitress wriggled out of her high-heeled shoe and slid her stockinged foot up inside the attractive salesman's pants leg.
* * *
"wHat the hell's going on here?" Ralph Conway shouted, his face crimson as he stared incredulously at the naked, fucking trio. "A fucking orgy?"
The startled teenagers jerked apart. For a few horrified seconds, they froze, gaping dumbly at the furious man looming in the threshold of the kitchen. Then, in a jumble of bouncing, naked flesh, they scrambled past him for their clothes.
"Holy Jesus!" Elmira hissed, reaching for her slacks. "I'm sorry, kiddo!"
"Me, too!" the babysitter whispered, grabbing her clothes up off the floor. Shit! she said to herself, her heart pounding. There goes my soft job. He's really mad!
Wheezing, Potsy jammed his fat legs into his jeans, his face pink as his shaking fingers tugged at the zipper. "Let's get the fuck outta here!" he panted.
"You do that!" Ralph Conway ordered, his voice thick with rage as he shot contemptible looks at the boy and Elmira. "And don't let me catch your fat asses around here again!"
Elmira didn't appreciate his insult. "Fuck you, mister!" she retorted, pulling on her blouse. "Come on, Bonnie Mae," she urged, heading for the door with Potsy right behind her.
"Wait!" the girl pleaded. Still bare-breasted, the lovely redhead struggled into her slacks. She sneaked a look at her enraged employer as she wriggled and squirmed, her voluminous, pink-tipped mounds of flesh bobbing. She pulled the slacks over the graceful curve of her hips, her racing pulses slowing. Suddenly, the babysitter was no longer afraid. For she saw something other than anger in Ralph Conway's glittering eyes as they ogled her huge tits.
"Just a minute," the man said, his voice softening as he watched the voluptuous girl don her blouse. Conscious of his eyes, she sucked in her stomach and lifted her breasts high as she slid her arms through each sleeve, making the most of her final moments of semi-nudity. "I'd rather you stay. Don't you think we should talk about this, young lady?"
"I guess so," she replied, making her voice quaver and lowering her eyes in the hope of appearing contrite.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Elmira persisted with a worried frown, her hand on the door knob.
"No, that's okay," Bonnie Mae assured her, turning so that her back faced her employer.
"I guess I do owe Mr. Conway an apology," she added, giving Elmira a meaningful look while a little smile played at the corners of her sensuous mouth.
With narrowed eyes, the corpulent teenager glanced at Ralph Conway, then back to her friend. The little furrow between her brows relaxed for Elmira understood perfectly. For her sharp eyes hadn't overlooked the telltale bulge between the man's legs as he looked at Bonnie Mae. "Okay, sweetie," she said, opening the door. Potsy tripped over his feet in his eagerness to depart. "See you tomorrow."
No sooner had the door closed behind them than little Tracy appeared in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "I heard yelling, Daddy," he said in a small, frightened voice.
In a few quick strides, Ralph was at his son's side. He lifted the pajama-clad boy into his arms and patted his shoulder. "Don't be scared, partner," he soothed with a reassuring smile. "I just happened to catch some boys running through our yard when I came home and I had to yell at them. But I chased them away and they're gone now, aren't they, Bonnie Mae?" He gave the girl a long look. "Everything's just fine, isn't it?"
The babysitter blinked, impressed with the ease and swiftness of his fabricated story. "That's right, honey," she was quick to agree. "There's nothing to worry your sleepy little head about so you better get back to bed. And on the double." She smiled fondly at the boy. "School tomorrow, you know."
"All right," he sighed, pouting. "But only if you come and tuck me in and tell me a story, Daddy."
Ralph hesitated, looking at the girl. "Why don't you, Daddy?" she prodded. "I have a little tidying up to do, anyway, before I leave."
"I won't be long, Bonnie Mae," he said softly as the son he idolized padded barefoot to his bedroom, eager for the rare treat of a bedtime story told by his father.
The babysitter worked quickly, scooping up the various jars, cards, and the aerosol can that Elmira had left behind. She returned them to the paper sack, then retrieved the coated utensils which she and her girlfriend had used to screw each other and carried them into the kitchen. She ran the plastic handle of the feather duster under running hot water, rinsing it thoroughly. After hanging it back on the nail in the pantry, the girl filled the sink with hot, sudsy water. She cleaned the rolling pin, dried it, and returned it to the drawer from which she'd taken it.
Tearing off several layers of paper toweling, she dipped them into the sudsy water and bent to rub the sticky jam, syrup, and whipped cream from the spotted linoleum. She tossed the soiled toweling into the garbage pail and emptied the sink. By the time she had completed her tasks, her employer reappeared.
"I'll see you home," he told the girl. "Tracy will be all right for a few minutes. He's just about ready to drop off again."
They walked side by side in awkward silence before Ralph spoke. "I'm really shocked at what I came home to tonight, Bonnie Mae," he began. I thought you were still a virgin, honey, he added silently. And am I ever glad I was wrong! "A lovely girl like you with a couple of pigs like those two." His voice softened, became sensual. "I realize a girl your age has to experiment in order to learn about the joys of sex. And believe me, my dear, it can be joyful. It all depends on who you're making love with. And someone as lovely as you can do a lot better than those two fat slobs you were fooling around with tonight."
Like you, for instance, right, Mr. Conway? the girl was tempted to reply. Instead, she played dumb. "I guess you're right, Mr. Conway," she sighed, gazing up at him through her thick lashes. "But you see, Potsy and Elmira know so much more about sex than I do and . . . well, I was hoping to learn a few things."
His quick response was exactly what the girl expected. "I can teach you everything there is to learn, honey." His voice was husky now, his breathing labored. "If you'll let me, I'll show you what it means to be a real woman. I can make you happier than you ever dreamed possible." His loins ached, hot with desire as the man imagined how great it would feel to sample the teenager's luscious, firm tits, to treat his swollen, throbbing penis to her young and tender pussy.
They had reached the girl's apartment building and she turned to give her employer a seductive smile. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Conway," she purred.
The gray-eyed man felt a dampness in his crotch. "Call me Ralph, honey," he invited, his voice thick with excitement.
* * *
Potsy's old Chevy burnt rubber as it tore away from the Conway house. "Christ, I thought we'd never get outta there," the boy said, taking the corner with a screech of tires. "I was scared that old guy would do something crazy. Jesus, did you see how red his face was ? Like he was gonna have a stroke or something."
"Yeah, the bastard was really worked up, all right." Elmira snuggled next to the boy, her hand sliding between his vast thighs. "But we must have been one hell of a sight, huh, Potsy?" The girl broke into giggles as she pictured how the three of them must have looked with her licking Potsy's asshole while lover boy did the doggie routine with Bonnie Mae.
"I don't know, maybe it wasn't too smart leaving Bonnie Mae alone with the guy." He spread his legs wider so that the girl could grab more of his balls. "Do you think she'll be all right?"
"I know she will," Elmira told him. "With all she's got going for her, that girl can handle any guy." What a dumb-ass! she thought. Couldn't he see how the guy was drooling in his pants over her? "Let's concentrate on us, honey," she drawled, her fingers kneading his sacs harder. "We never did get to do our grand finale."
"Yeah, I know," the boy said, breathing harder. He could use a good mouthful of tit about now. Then, he'd give Elmira the fucking of her life. He never did get to shoot his load into Bonnie Mae's luscious, passion-soaked pussy. Still, Potsy wasn't complaining. I was lucky I got to dip my stick in her at all, he realized philosophically. Cunts like her are really outta my class.
The boy pulled up to their familiar parking spot behind a deserted factory on a dead-end street. He killed the motor, doused the headlights, and unzipped his pants, resigned to the fact that he had to be content with slobs like Elmira Simms.
As Elmira unbuttoned her blouse and tore it open, she wondered, fleetingly, what was happening between Bonnie Mae and Mr. Conway. Then, she felt Potsy's warm, wet mouth on her enormous left boob, his serpentine tongue sucking the nipple mercilessly. And the girl sighed rapturously, closed her eyes, and forgot all about Bonnie Mae.
* * *
As Ralph Conway turned to retrace his steps, Bonnie Mae watched him for a few seconds, a smile on her face. Then, she entered her apartment building and ascended the staircase quickly, her face flushed and her eyes glowing with excitement. So much had happened tonight that her mind was reeling and she felt giddy, light-headed. First, all that far-out sex with Potsy and her imaginative girlfriend, Elmira. Second, getting caught by Mr. Conway.
And finally, having the man proposition her. And I bet he can really teach me plenty, she thought as she climbed the last step and turned into the hallway.
Nick LaRocco was just placing his key in the door to his apartment, a tall, blonde draped against him, and both turned at the sound of the girl's approach. The sophisticated-looking girl looked at Bonnie Mae, frowned, and quickly averted her eyes. Much to her annoyance, Nick continued to stare at the girl.
Christ, that kid is a knock-out, Nick thought, taking in her incredible body, glowing complexion, and radiant eyes. And every time I see her, she looks better and better.
Bonnie Mae paused by her door, returning Nick LaRocco's bold gaze. Thrilled by the fact that the handsome Italian was ignoring a glamorous blonde to stare at her, the girl's jade eyes shone even brighter, making her breath-takingly lovely.
"Come on, Nick," the blonde said, her voice sharp. "Are you going to open that door or not?"
With a triumphant smile, Bonnie Mae unlocked her own door and hurried inside. Now, her evening was complete . . . perfect in every way. For Nick LaRocco, the man of her dreams, had noticed her. She knew, now, with absolute certainty that the man she wanted found her appealing after all. I'll get that gorgeous hunk yet! she promised herself. I'll use everything Ralph Conway teaches me to make Nick mine!
Her thoughts whirling in a kaleidoscope of joy, Bonnie Mae was totally unaware of the dried splotches of Potsy's spilled semen that she had failed to notice when she cleaned up the Conways' kitchen linoleum.
CHAPTER Seven
Much to her surprise, Liz found nothing suspicious when she got home from work that night. With quiet determination, she checked the carpet, the bathroom, even the sofa for signs of lovemaking. The next morning, she examined the bedding, as well.
So he was careful last night, she decided as she fixed Tracy his morning cereal. I still don't trust him with that babysitter!
If the boy hadn't stacked his school work beside him at the breakfast table so that his speller slid from the pile of books and papers and fell to the floor, Liz might have missed the stains completely. Her sponge mop may have cleaned away the evidence the next time she mopped the linoleum. But as the slender blonde bent to retrieve her son's schoolbook, she noticed the dried blotches that hadn't been there the day before and knew, intuitively, what they were.
It wasn't until her son left for school, however, that Liz dampened a paper towel, and rubbed at some of the marks, and lifted the towel to her nose. The familiar pungent odor told her, without a doubt, that the stains consisted of dried semen.
Jesus, they must be trying everything, she thought, rubbing at the rest of the blotches with angry swirls. Ralph has screwed the kid on our bed, the living room rug, and now the kitchen floor! Come to think of it, it was unusual to find all the kitchen shades drawn when I got home last night.
Well, that's it! she told herself as she washed her hands at the sink, mentally washing her hands of her cheating husband at the same time. I'll talk to Stella tonight, so she'll be ready to fill in for me any time, now. The next time dear Ralph says he'll be late, I'll just work until Stella goes off duty, then I'll leave while she finishes my shift for me.
Tracy usually went to bed between eight-thirty and nine and Liz was sure that Ralph wouldn't dare sneak back to the babysitter while his son was still awake. He was too smart for that. But Liz was wizing up, too. She would have her loaded camera in the car that night, complete with flash-cubes. After she left the Mood Indigo Lounge, she would drive around for a while, just to be sure that her son was sound asleep before she made her move. Then, she would drive home, park several houses away, and walk the rest of the way. Liz would enter the house slowly and quietly, her camera poised and waiting.
Yes, the platinum-haired housewife was mapping everything out in her mind. She would execute her every move with painstaking care. For she was determined to get the evidence she needed to prove that her husband was a filthy lecher, worthless scum that liked to climb on top of little girls with grown-up bodies. Then, she would see a smart lawyer, sit back, and enjoy seeing Ralph squirm. Let the fucking bastard stew in his own ejaculating juices! Liz thought, her eyes narrowed. By the time I get through with him, he'll be sorry he ever looked twice at little Bonnie Mae Owens!
* * *
Elmira Simms giggled when Bonnie Mae told her all about Ralph Conway's proposition. "The big phony!" she said, shaking her head as she opened her gym locker. "Acting so high and mighty, so holier-than-thou about us when he had ideas himself. I bet that big prick of his has been aching for you all along, honey." Her eyes glittered and she licked her lips. "I bet the old guy's good, though. Think of all the screwing he must have done over the years. And he's kind of easy on the eyes, too, you know. Maybe he'll make it all up to you, huh?"
Bonnie Mae's forehead creased to form a puzzled frown. "Make what up to me?"
"You know. Sneaking up to us the way he did, coming home before he was supposed to."
With a wicked grin, the obese girl lifted her soiled sweater so that her enormous tits spilled forward. "Look what you missed out on, honey."
Bonnie Mae's eyes grew wide and she gasped at the sight of her friend's badly bruised and battered breasts.
* * *
Ralph Conway's lustful mind was so crowded with fantasies involving himself and the fifteen-year-old babysitter that he could think of little else. The next day, the insurance agent canceled his evening appointments for the following night. Instead, he'd clear up some work in the office, then head for home. Now that the auburn-haired teenager with the luscious body was within his reach, Ralph was obsessed with the thought of possessing her.
He told the girl of his plans for Friday evening when he walked her home that night. "How about you and me having our first lesson tomorrow night, honey?" he asked, his eyes fastened to her incredible bosom.
"Sure, that's fine by me, Mr. Con-I mean Ralph," she corrected with a sultry smile.
"I want to wait till Tracy's sleeping though, honey," he added, his lecherous eyes sliding down to the navel winking at him above her low-slung jeans. "What would be a safe time?"
"I usually see that he's in bed no later than nine," the girl explained as they walked along. "And it doesn't take him long to fall asleep. So it's up to you, Ralph. Whenever you decide to come home, I'll be ready and waiting."
The gray-eyed man saw the babysitter safely to the door of her apartment building, then headed back to his sleeping son. But the man had difficulty walking because of the aching bulge between his legs.
Liz Conway left for the Mood Indigo Lounge well-rested from her long afternoon nap, perfumed from her luxurious bubble bath, and glowing with anticipation. She'd been dreaming of Bill Evans for hours, thinking about their date later tonight, and her slender body was tingling with anticipation. Even though the platinum blonde had just wiggled into her new black-lace panties a few minutes earlier, her crotch felt wet by the time she threaded her way through the thickening Friday evening traffic.
Liz was her usual smiling, hip-swinging self as she waited on customers, but there was an unusual restlessness about her the entire evening. She glanced often at the luminous dial of her wrist watch and her searching eyes kept scanning the faces of unescorted men in the darkened, smoke-filled room.
* * *
Time never dragged with such agonizing slowness as it did for Ralph Conway that Friday night. By nine-forty, the man had waited as long as he possibly could to get his hands on Bonnie Mae. The lovely, young redhead smiled at the sound of his key turning in the lock, rose from the couch, and went to greet her lecherous employer.
"Is Tracy asleep?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
The girl nodded. "He konked out a long time ago."
At once, his features relaxed and he let his gray eyes travel the length of the girl's firm, ripe body. Jesus, I can hardly wait to get inside those pants of hers! he thought, his gaze settling on the mound between the legs of her form-fitting slacks. "Come on, honey," he said, taking her hand to lead her toward the bedroom.
Once inside, Ralph closed the ill-fitting door as best he could, wishing that he could lock it. I'd sure hate like hell to have the kid walk in on us, he thought. Then, he quickly reminded himself that the boy had just fallen asleep and the possibility of his awakening was most unlikely. This isn't the time to borrow trouble, he told himself, turning to the voluptuous girl. Not with a juicy, little cunt like this in store for me.
"Let me take your clothes off " he begged, breathing heavily as his hands unbuttoned the teenager's blouse. More and more of the delectable, swollen mounds appeared as his fingers worked each successive buttonhole. At last, he undid the final button and opened the front of her blouse wide to expose the girl's mountainous, twin peaks of perfection. Ralph gasped and his prick sprang to life, pressing hotly against his trousers.
"Do you like them, honey?" the girl asked in a sultry voice, letting the open, hanging blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor.
Moaning, the man fell to his knees before her, his hands closing around the swollen hills of flesh topped with pink rosebuds. "Oh, baby," he croaked. "They're beautiful!" While his fingers squeezed the firm, white flesh, his hungry mouth sought her exquisite pastel nipples, sliding wetly from one to the other. The girl smiled, loving the feel of his warm, wet mouth.
His head moved downward, pausing to let his eager tongue encircle the high slit of her navel before he reached down to unzip her slacks. His fingers grabbing the elastic of her underpants at the same time, he pulled and worked at the fabric until he had the girl's slacks and panties gathered around her ankles so that she was able to step out of them.
Ralph Conway's swollen cock throbbed painfully as his lustful eyes devoured every tantalizing inch of the proud and naked body displayed before him. His glassy eyes slithered up the creaminess of the girl's firm, supple legs to dote on the fuzzy mound of auburn hair nestled between them. What a luscious looking cunt, he thought, licking his lips. And look at that flat, smooth tummy of hers. Not a mark on it.
"Spread your legs, sweetheart," Ralph panted, his flushed face hovering over the bright-colored "V" between them. "Let me taste that pretty, little pussy of yours." He slid his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making the girl tremble with delight. "Open up, honey," he urged, his voice gentle and persuasive. "You're going to like this a lot. It'll feel real good."
How well she knew that! The girl obeyed eagerly, spreading her ivory legs far apart, her love-nest pulsating as it waited, the oils of her cuntal walls flowing expectantly. It felt so marvelous when Elmira tongued me down there, she recalled. She remembered how happy her fat girlfriend had looked when Potsy was eating her pussy and how desperately Bonnie Mae longed to trade places with her. Ever since she watched them that night, the red-haired babysitter ached for the feel of a masculine tongue licking the inside of her cunt, too. And now, Ralph Conway was going to satisfy her carnal desire. Mmmm, I'd much rather have a man do this to me, she thought, the bud of her clitoris poised and throbbing, than a clumsy teen-age boy. And Ralph, here, is good looking while Potsy looks like a bleached-out walrus.
With trembling fingers, Ralph spread the downy lips of the teenager's vulva. Its tender, pink petals flowered, dewy with the nectar of her desire. As he lifted his face to her dripping pussy, the faint odor of her sexual juices pierced his nostrils and he breathed deeply, even more aroused by the smell of her youthful femininity.
His tongue slid out to caress the tender membranes of her delicate inner folds and the girl gasped, sucking her stomach in as she felt its warm wetness. He stroked her gently, slowly, working his way across the entirety of her throbbing genitalia. His fingers massaged her downy, open lips as his tongue lapped up the syrup of her passion with deliciously swirling strokes.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," the girl responded, her knees buckling slightly at this pleasurable sensation. "You're right. It does feel good!"
Encouraged, the man's saliva-coated oral member found the leaking slit of her wanton vagina and darted upward, seeking its spongy, cavernous walls. He shoved his tongue as high as he could, his muscles aching with effort. Then, he withdrew it at a slower pace, flicking its pointed tip across the girl's inflamed, pulsating clitoris. Again and again, his agile tongue found the entrance to her dark tunnel to probe its inner depths.
The lovely girl moaned, her pale thighs trembling. "Ohhhhh, it feels wonnderrfulllll," she sighed, her auburn hair trailing down her back as her head lolled backwards. Suddenly, Ralph's tongue gained momentum as it slithered uncontrollably in and out, flicking its wetness against the fire of her swollen clitoris before each new insertion. The girl's mouth slackened and she began to move her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm that matched every upward thrust of the deeply probing tongue. Faster and faster the wet tongue worked, licking away the milky juices cradled between the rippled layers of the teenager's inner cuntal walls. The girl's pelvis pumped faster, too, her excitement mounting. At last, the man's reptilian oral member carried her to the apex of sexual stimulation and she cried out with uncurbed passion, her erect clitoris fluttering beneath the pressure of the warmly wet tongue.
"Didn't I tell you you'd like it, honey?" he asked, rising jerkily to his feet. His balls were churning like mad, now, and he had to have release! His fingers moving hastily, Ralph shed his clothing and led the naked girl to the bed, his swollen cockhead scarlet with lust. He lowered his nude body onto the bedspread and lay on his back with his distended penis looming like a giant mushroom as he jerked her wrist, pulling her alongside him.
"Get on top of me," he panted.
The girl obeyed his command, letting her round buttocks rest against his thighs as she straddled him. Admiring the man's great pole of flesh, she grasped it like the handle of a churn and began to pump up and down. Ralph moaned at the girl's touch, his huge shaft leaking profusely. Pre-coital fluid oozed from its gaping, throbbing tip to dribble downwards, running onto the fingers that manipulated it with such enthusiasm.
His lascivious eyes sought the luscious rotundity of her twin hills of resilient femininity with their pink and pointed crests. He reached up to squeeze the firm flesh and tease the bright nipples, his breath coming in little gasps. Jesus, what gorgeous tits! he thought, his prick beating painfully as he played with the teenager's enormous young boobs.
"Give me a suck!" he begged, opening his mouth.
Bonnie Mae quickly abandoned his leaking penis to lower one of her huge, dangling tits into the man's eager, waiting mouth.
"Ummmmmm," he moaned, closing his eyes as he sucked greedily. He pinched and twisted the swollen nipple of her other breast until it stuck out, stiff and hot with desire.
Bonnie Mae's pussy was palpitating again and getting all juiced up in readiness for another thrilling penetration. Ralph's tongue had felt marvelous, but now she wanted more. I can't wait to feel his big, hard prick! she thought, letting her fingers slide down to her crotch. She teased the slick folds and crevices of her dripping cunt while thrilling to the persistent tugging of the man's mouth. He sucked noisily, wetly, mouthing as much tit as he could without gagging. This will be my first time with a man and not some fumbling teenager. Her masturbating fingers moved faster. I hope he fucks me good and hard!
Ralph was reluctant to give up his savory mouthful of flesh but his aching blood-engorged cock was purple now, deeply veined, and excreting heavily. He longed to prolong his carnal pleasures, to keep nibbling and teasing the girl's delicious big tits and have her suck on his prick for a while, too. Mmmmm, he thought, picturing Bonnie Mae's auburn head bobbing up and down while he jammed his thick shaft into her warm, wet mouth. I bet those young and tender lips could really slither up and down my prick once I show her how. And I'll teach her how to use that tongue of hers, too! Ralph's swollen sacs were quivering with their turbulent load and his distended joint was throbbing painfully. I've got to fuck her! he thought, releasing the saliva-coated melon of flesh to let it bob and jiggle away. I have to fuck this kid right now!
He reached up to grab her by the waist, guiding her back until her great, white ass hovered over his bubbling, bloated prickhead. The oozing tip of his slippery shaft explored the dripping folds of her pussy until it found the passion-soaked slit it was seeking. Then, pulling the teenager down, he thrust his pelvis upward, sending his massive erection into her cuntal opening.
"Aghhhhh," the girl cried, her lovely features contorting in response to the combined pleasure and pain. Ralph had pictured this moment in his lust-filled mind countless times but it wasn't happening the way he had planned. The lecherous man meant to fuck the teenager slow and easy like, pausing frequently to sample her tits. He'd planned to hold back, to stop whenever he felt his passion rising but now that he was actually inside her tender little cunt, he couldn't help himself.
The man hurled his hips in the air while he pulled the babysitter's body down hard. Grunting and gasping for air, her auburn mane awhirl, Bonnie Mae jerked up and down, her enormous tits undulating wildly. Her eyes closed and cheeks burning, the girl pretended that it was Nick LaRocco's swollen penis pounding into her again and again. Every inch of her sweating body felt as if it were aflame as the man beneath her fucked into her with savage force. The cruel, pistoning cock hurt but it was thrilling her, too. For her mind had transformed it into Nick's cock and she bucked up and down in wild abandon, riding him like a broncobuster. The great, merciless shaft of flesh pounded against the mouth of her cervix, sending hot bursts of masochistic pain coursing through her.
Ralph was almost crazed with animal lust as he rammed the girl again and again. Whimpering incoherently, sweat ran down his legs and over his prickly balls to mingle with the juices of their passion that were already dampening the bedspread. His mouth was open and panting. Spittle leaked from the corner of his mouth to trickle down his chin as he battered the girl relentlessly.
At last, his cruel poundings ceased as the man's burning, swollen prickhead erupted with volcanic force, sending the great spurts of liquid fire into the girl. Feeling the hot semen burst inside her, Bonnie Mae climaxed, her naked body convulsing. At last, she collapsed on top of him in an exhausted heap, letting their combined sexual juices ooze from her violated pussy onto the dacron bedspread.
Now that Ralph Conway's lust had been temporarily satisfied, some of his sanity returned and he was anxious for the babysitter to leave. "We better get dressed," he told her, taking his spent and shriveled penis out of her vagina. "I'll see you home, then, honey. I wouldn't want Tracy to catch us together like this."
* * *
While Bonnie Mae slept, her pussy purring contentedly, she dreamed of Nick LaRocco.
Ralph was still awake, however, just lifting the dacron bedspread from the automatic washer. He stuffed it into the dryer and turned the dial, setting the machine into motion. I'll have this looking good as new before Liz gets home, he thought, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
Little did Ralph Conway suspect that his attractive, blonde wife was going to enjoy a hell of a good fucking herself later that evening!
Just as Liz was going off duty, Bill Evans finally showed up. "Well, hello at last," Liz greeted, joining him at his table. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about tonight," she grinned, her voice teasing.
His hand reached for hers as he gave her a slow smile. "You know better than that, baby. I thought tonight would never come." Liz smiled back. She could tell by his relaxed features and clear eyes that he had rested up for their date, too. She wondered if he had been picturing how it would be when they went to his motel room, how it would feel when their naked, eager bodies finally became one.
"What would you like to do first, Liz?" he asked. "Go somewhere for a few drinks, then have a bite to eat? Just name it, doll face. I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
"I've been carrying booze all night and right now, I'm sick of the smell of the stuff." Her voice grew husky as she gazed at him with lowered eyelids. "And it's not food I'm hungry for either, handsome."
Swallowing, Bill Evans gave her hand a firm squeeze. "Then shall we go to my place, baby?" and the traveling salesman were in bed together, their nude and sweating bodies clasped together like human pretzels as their hips pumped furiously.
"Harder, Bill!" Liz panted as his dripping, blood-engorged penis slammed in and out of her eager cunt like a thick, hammering bludgeon. Her slender legs curled around his waist and her fingernails dug into his back. "Mmmmmmmmph!" she grunted, lifting her pelvis to meet his demanding inward thrusts, the matted hairs of their dripping genitals rubbing together. Fuck me till I forget all about Ralph and that teenage slut of his! she thought, gasping for air.
Minutes later, the platinum-haired housewife
CHAPTER Eight
The following Monday, Bonnie Mae and her nympho girlfriend stopped for Cokes and cigarettes at the local hangout after school. Elmira listened attentively as her red-headed girlfriend gave her all the juicy details of her private sex lesson with Ralph Conway.
"Mmmmmm," the girl murmured, her cheeks mottled after she'd heard everything the man had done. "That old guy sounds like a super cocksman! I wonder what he's got planned for lesson number two?" She gave her friend an exaggerated pout. "Some people have all the luck. But if you ever get sick of that babysitting job, put in a good word for your pal here, huh?" She grinned. "And tell old Ralphy boy that I'm a real fast learner."
Bonnie Mae was still chuckling over her friend's remark when she got off the bus and walked to her apartment building. Little Danny Gordon, the son of the young divorcee who lived upstairs, had his new roller skates on and he waved excitedly as the girl approached.
"Hi, Bonnie Mae!" he called with a proud grin. "Look at me! Watch, Bonnie Mae! I can roller skate!"
"Oh, be careful, Danny," the girl warned as he skated toward her, his cheeks flushed with triumph. The first-grader had been struggling for days to master his very first pair of roller skates. He glided up to Bonnie Mae, stopping himself abruptly by slamming the palms of his hands against the side of the building. "See?" he boasted, beaming.
"Hey, that's real good, Danny," the girl praised. "I bet your mommy's proud of you, huh?"
"Mommy ain't seen me skate yet," he told her, skating off to display more of his newly acquired skill.
"Do you want me to go get her, honey?" Bonnie Mae asked.
"She ain't home," the boy replied, skating faster and faster, his thin arms swinging back and forth. "Watch this!" he called over his shoulder. By looking backwards, the boy failed to see the raised section of sidewalk looming just ahead. The wheel of his skate caught when it hit the bump, sending the boy sprawling to the sidewalk. He fell forward hard, landing in a crumpled heap, his feet still while the wheels of his skate still spun furiously.
"Danny!" Bonnie Mae cried, running to him. Nick LaRocco's red Riviera pulled alongside the curb at that moment but the girl was too busy with the injured child to notice. "Are you all right?" she asked, trying to help the sobbing boy to his feet.
Nick LaRocco jumped from his car and ran over to them. "Hey, that was quite a spill you took, fella," he said, checking the boy over. Blood oozed from a cut on the boy's knee and his arms had some nasty scrapes. Despite his hiccupping sobs, however, little Danny Gordon did not seem to be badly hurt. "Hey, look at that," Nick teased, pointing to a large, jagged crack beside them. "You went and broke the sidewalk!"
The boy's sobs gradually diminished as Nick and Bonnie Mae each removed a roller skate. Sniffling, the boy wiped his nose with the back of his hand and looked up at Nick. "Aw, I did not break it," he said, breaking into a grin.
"But you did break your skin, Danny," Bonnie Mae said in a gentle voice. "Come on upstairs with me, honey, and I'll fix you all up good as new, okay?"
The boy shrank back. "Ain't it gonna hurt ?"
"Mmm, maybe just a little," she admitted. "But I bet it won't bother a big boy like you. I've got some neat band-aids to put on those cuts, too, Danny," she enticed. "Wait till all the kids see you all bandaged up, huh? And you can tell them how you didn't even cry." She gave him a wink. "Well, just a little maybe. But I won't tell if you won't!"
"Okay," the boy agreed, his small chin jutting forward.
"I think a brave, wounded soldier deserves to be carried up the stairs, don't you, Nick?" she asked.
Nick looked at the lovely redhead with admiration, noting how skillfully she was handling the situation. "You bet!" Lifting the child with ease, the handsome Italian followed Bonnie Mae up the flight of stairs and waited for her to unlock the door of her apartment.
Once inside, Nick watched as she cleaned the boy's wounds, her fingers gentle. Afterwards, she applied non-stinging antiseptic spray and made a big production of bandaging each little cut and scrape. "There!" she said, her hands resting on her rounded hips as she stood back to admire her handiwork. "I think that should do it, don't you, Nick?"
The man was about to agree when a familiar melody tinkled in the air, drifting through the open window. "The ice-cream truck!" the boy cried, running to the window.
Nick reached into his pocket for some loose change. "Here, champ," he said, offering the boy several coins. "Buy yourself a great big ice-cream cone. And treat your friends, too."
"Gee, thanks!" the boy said, his eyes wide as he stared at the handful of coins that Nick had given him. He grabbed his roller skates on the way out and seconds later, they could hear him thundering noisily down the stairs. Nick laughed, his teeth breathtakingly white against his sun-darkened skin. "Well, he sure had a speedy recovery, didn't he?"
Bonnie Mae laughed, too, as their eyes met across the room. Then, suddenly, their laughter died and the room became strangely silent. The air grew thick with tension as Nick kept staring at the voluptuous redhead, his dark eyes bright as they traveled across the swollen mounds beneath her tight pullover, lingering on the perky buds of her nipples.
This little gal is really something, he thought, noting the sharp curve of her small waist, followed by the sensual flare of her full hips. Nick had a sudden vision of the lovely girl standing before him without her clothes. And he was naked, too. His prick hardened as he imagined how good it would feel to take the beautiful redhead in his arms, to let the downy softness of her pussy rub against his penis. Nick's cock mushroomed, throbbing against his work pants as he visualized the girl's proud tits mashed against his bare chest. Clenching and opening his strong fists, he gazed into her jade eyes, unable to walk away. He knew that he should tear his eyes away from the young babysitter's luscious body and get out of that apartment as fast as his legs would carry him, but he couldn't move. He was trapped, captivated by her beauty. He gazed into her jade eyes with nostrils flaring, his passionate longings reflected in every feature of his handsome face.
Bonnie Mae returned the man's gaze as though hypnotized. Her heart pounded so hard that she heard a tremendous roaring in her ears. No man had ever affected her like this before. Her full lips parted as she breathed harder, the melonous mounds of flesh bulging from beneath the clinging fabric of her pullover, rising and falling with each breath she took. He's so handsome! she thought, her pulses racing. I feel hot all over just looking at him. Oh, God, how I want him! Her eyes were drawn with magnetic force to the growing bulge between Nick's muscular legs. Suddenly, her tremendous need overpowered the girl and she whimpered.
Hearing her small cry, Nick opened his arms wide in silent invitation. Moaning, the lovely girl stumbled forward and fell into them.
Their hands sought each other's bodies eagerly as their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. Bonnie Mae thrust her warm tongue into Nick's mouth and swirled it around slowly, maddeningly. Groaning, Nick's hand slid up under her pullover to caress the luscious ripeness of her tender, young breasts. The girl's body burst into flame at his touch and she let her lips trail down his neck, smothering him with little kisses as her hand sought the flap of his trousers. She opened the zipper, setting his superb, erect penis free. Sighing rapturously, she stroked him gently, tenderly, loving the feel of his wonderful hardness.
Nick's body temperature skyrocketed at the touch of the girl's fingers and his aching penis throbbed with an intensity he'd never known before. Moaning, the passion-swept couple's knees buckled and they dropped to the floor. Nick tore at the girl's jeans, yanking them down over her legs and she assisted him, squirming and writhing to set herself free. Once she was naked from the waist down, she helped Nick with his trousers. Panting with eagerness, their hands worked together in frenzied harmony until Nick's soiled pants lay in a crumpled heap.
Whimpering, he climbed on top of her and she opened her creamy thighs, tilting her hips so that his throbbing, dripping spearhead slid into her leaking cuntal opening. Legs intertwined, they swayed together, their locked bodies working as one. Their breathing grew ragged and labored as their passion quickly mounted. After just a few deep thrusts, Nick and Bonnie Mae reached the ultimate peak together. Shaken to the very depths of their being, the room seemed to shake and tremble, suddenly alive with blinding bursts of color.
At last, their exhausted bodies grew still. "Oooooohhhhh, Nick!" the girl whispered, her voice filled with awe. She nestled against him, running her fingers along the firm muscles of his shoulders. Her body was aglow as never before, her heart fairly bursting with newfound joy. "Oh, Nick, Nick!" Burying her face against his chest, she began to weep softly.
Nick stroked the girl's auburn hair with gentle, loving fingers. "Don't," he pleaded, longing to console her. "Please don't cry, honey."
"I can't hel-help it," she said, trying to swallow her tears. "It's just that-that it was so beautiful, Nick. I never knew it could be like this!"
"I know, baby," he said, his lips touching her shoulder. "Neither did I!"
No one had ever held her like this, stroking her tenderly, and Bonnie Mae sighed and caressed him in return. Filled with the warmth of afterglow, she felt completely fulfilled, satisfied spiritually as well as physically. This is what the girl had been yearning for ... to have a man make love to her instead of merely using her body. Their lovemaking had been wild, uninhibited, and totally gratifying. For the first time, the lovely redhead felt cherished instead of used. She not only possessed a deep, burning passion for Nick, but she also felt something completely foreign to her before now. . . tenderness as well. Nick LaRocco was no longer just a handsome, young stud that she longed to seduce. Bonnie Mae was deeply in love with him.
Nick fondled the girl's naked body, still shaken from the impact of their powerful lovemaking. The handsome Italian had sampled plenty of pussy over the years but he'd never felt like this afterwards. In the past, once he'd shot his load inside some broad, Nick grew restless. His mind strayed and he'd be eager to be on his way, already wondering about his next piece of ass. But not this time. For the first time in his life, Nick did not feel contempt for the cunt he'd just balled. Because to him, Bonnie Mae wasn't just another cunt. He remembered how maternal she'd been with little Danny Gordon and he had a sudden vision of the red-haired beauty holding his son in her arms. He held her close, feeling warm and protective toward the girl.
When the shrill ring of the telephone pierced their euphoria, Bonnie Mae groaned, not moving.
"Aren't you going to answer that, honey?" Nick asked after it had rung several times. The girl sighed, reluctant to leave the warmth of his arms. "I guess said, pulling away. Moving unhurriedly, she rose to pick up the receiver. "Hello," she answered in a dreamy voice.
"Is this Bonnie Mae Owens?" a grating female voice inquired.
"Who wants to know?" the girl replied.
"This is Dr. Richard's nurse down at the medical center," the voice informed her crisply. "We have your mother here, young lady, and I'm afraid she's had a little accident."
Bonnie Mae sucked in her breath. "Accident?" she echoed in a thin voice. Nick sat up, looking at her with concern.
"Now, now! We mustn't get upset. Dr. Richards had X-rays taken and nothing is broken."
"But what happened?"
"Your mother took a bit of a tumble at the bottom of the staircase leading down to the lab. She's rather shaken, of course. And she did wrench her back and sprain her ankle. I'm afraid she'll have to take it easy and stay off her feet for several days."
"Where is she now?"
"Right here, young lady. Dr. Richards wants me to send her home in a taxi and we're lending her a wheel chair. Now! Is there someone you can turn to for help, my dear? A neighbor or friend, perhaps? I understand you live on the second floor and there's no elevator. Your mother will have to be carried up the stairs and someone will have to help you with the wheel chair, too. It is lightweight and collapsible, though."
Bonnie Mae looked at Nick. "Yes, I have someone to help me with my mother."
"Fine," the crisp voice replied, sounding pleased. "Then, we'll call a taxi and send her right home. Dr. Richards has written instructions for you, and there's a prescription to be filled. To relieve your mother's pain."
Bonnie Mae relayed the news to Nick as soon as she hung up the phone. They dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to wait for the taxi. When the car pulled up, the teenage girl ran over to it. "Nick LaRocco's going to help us, Mother," she told the gray-haired woman slumped in the back seat.
Ada Owens nodded tiredly, her lined face pinched.
While the cabbie struggled with the wheel chair, Nick and Bonnie Mae assisted the girl's mother. Each taking a thin arm, they helped her out of the taxi. "Are you in much pain, Mother?" the girl asked, seeing her wince.
"It's my back," she gasped as she tried to stand on one foot. "It hurts worse than my ankle."
"Here, lean on me a minute," Bonnie Mae advised, noting her bound and swollen ankle. "Then Nick will carry you up the stairs."
"You want I should take the wheel chair up for you?" the cabbie asked in a monotone.
"Just carry it into the entranceway," Nick told him, lifting the frail woman easily. "I can take it from there."
Bonnie Mae hated to leave her pain-riddled mother that evening but the woman insisted that she go to her babysitting job as usual. "I'm just going to lay in bed now, anyway," she told the girl in a weary voice. "You can bring in the portable television, though, and turn it on low for me, okay?"
"But what if you have to go to the toilet, Mother?" the girl asked with a worried frown.
"Go ask Mrs. Cusack if I can borrow her bedpan," the woman instructed, resting the back of her hand on her forehead. "You can leave it here on the bed for me, Bonnie Mae. If I have to go, I'll use that."
Bonnie Mae left for the Conways as usual but she hated to go for another reason, too. Now that she and Nick had been together, now that she knew she loved him, she was no longer interested in her employer's sexual advances.
At least, I know he won't bother me tonight, she thought as she headed for their old frame house. Ralph said he had to catch up on all the appointments he broke last Friday. By the time he gets home, he should be tired. And I'll tell him about Mother's accident, how I have to get right home.
When Ralph Conway returned that night, Bonnie Mae met him at the door, trying to sound worried as she explained why she had to get right home to her mother. As the man walked her back to her building, he tried to set up a new date. "There's no point in my cutting out early because Tracy would still be up." He looked perturbed. "Your mother should be better by the end of the week, honey. How about Thursday night?" Bonnie Mae was trying to think of an excuse when Ralph snapped his fingers. "Goddamn! That's out, too. Some of the guys are coming over and one is bringing his latest stag film." He gave her a lecherous grin. "You could learn plenty from one of those, Bonnie Mae."
"Oh, well, my period is due Thursday, anyway," she lied. "And it lasts a whole week. I get horrible cramps, too, so you'll have to count me out for a while, I guess."
He looked disappointed. "You mean Friday night's no good, either?"
The girl shook her auburn head. "God, no. I'll be gushing all over the place by then."
Shit! the man thought to himself as the babysitter entered her building. I'll really be worked up after that stag film. I was hoping to blow off some steam inside that sweet little cunt of hers. Then he remembered a certain sex-starved brunette who should be all worked up about then, too. Turning, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked back home. Tomorrow morning, he'd make a phone call and set himself up a hungry piece of ass for Friday night after all. He'd call that strong-legged spitfire who could really fuck . . . Paula Grenshaw!
CHAPTER Nine
Nick and Bonnie Mae met in the hallway the following night as the girl was leaving for her babysitting job. "When can I see you again, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with need as he pressed his body next to hers. "I can't stop thinking about yesterday and how good it was between us."
Thrilling to the warmth of his firm, muscular body, she strained closer, running her hands along his broad back. "Oh, Nick, I want you, too! But I can't get away!"
Old Mrs. Cusack's door creaked open just then and the couple jerked apart. "Evenin', Bonnie Mae," the ancient woman greeted, working her way toward them with small, shuffling steps. She nodded to Nick. "How's your mama doing, dearie? Is the pain dying down any?"
"A little, Mrs. Cusack," the girl replied. "And the pills help, too."
The shriveled woman clucked in approval. "Well, you just make sure you look after your mama now, you hear? Don't forget how she's been looking after you all your life. Keep soaking her ankle like you been. And giving her them back-rubs." She sighed, heaving her narrow shoulders. "It ain't no fun falling down when you're past sixty, dearie. Your body gets so tired. Tired and worn out, you know? And a tired old body . . . well, it just don't heal so fast no more."
Bonnie Mae smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Mrs. Cusack," she assured her. "I'll take good care of her."
Clucking her tongue in approval, the bony old woman shuffled slowly down the hall toward the stairway, a shopping bag clutched in one hand.
Once the old woman was out of earshot, Bonnie quickly told Nick how things were. How she had to hurry right home from school to bathe her mother's ankle, clean up, and empty the bedpan. "I help her to and from the toilet whenever I'm home but she has to use the bedpan whenever I'm gone." She went on to say how she had to bathe her mother, cook supper, and give her back-rubs as well. "But I want to see you, Nick" she concluded, reaching up to touch his handsome face. "I'll try to think of something, some way we can sneak some time together."
* * *
Ralph Conway supplied the answer to her problem. "Well, kid, I had to find myself someone else for this Friday night," he couldn't resist boasting as he walked her home. "Too bad you'll have your curse then, because I'm sure I can give you a real good lesson after I see that stag film. From what I hear, it's supposed to be terrific." His lascivious eyes stared at her bouncing tits and he longed to reach out and have himself a good squeeze but he didn't dare. Not here on the street.
"You mean you'll be out late Friday night?" the babysitter asked. When the man nodded in agreement, she forced herself to appear concerned, when actually Bonnie Mae was jubilant. She could tell Nick to come to the Conway house Friday as soon as Tracy was sleeping. And fuck! "Oh, well, I guess it'll be all right," she said, sighing heavily as they walked along. "Mother will just have to get by without me for once."
The voluptuous teenage girl could hardly wait for each day to pass. She told- Nick about Friday night the following day and he agreed to be at the Conway house about nine-thirty. Bonnie Mae came straight home from school, without fail, all that week to wait on her ailing mother. By Friday afternoon, Ada Owens' condition had improved to such a degree that the gray-haired woman could manage to get in and out of the wheel chair unassisted, relieving her daughter of the unpleasant task of cleaning a soiled bedpan. The lovely redhead forsake all her friends to devote herself to caring for her mother. Even though the girl knew, deep down inside, that it was a losing battle, she still sought to win her mother's love.
Ada, however, resented the girl even more since her accident. If it hadn't been for Bonnie Mae, she brooded while her aching body slowly healed, I'd never have fallen down those stairs. I wouldn't have to go to work in a medical center every day if I didn't have to worry about taking care of her! I'd be down in Florida with Clara.
* * *
Liz Conway replaced the phone in its cradle, waited a few seconds, then lifted the receiver again to dial Stella's number. So my dear husband is working late tonight, huh ? she thought, smirking as she waited for her friend to answer. Like hell he is! But he's probably working his big cock into a lather right now, drooling over that big-titted kid he's going to ball tonight. Well, I'll show him. And her, too. Dear old Ralph and that precocious redheaded whore are going to get the shock of their life when I sneak up behind their naked asses with my camera and the flash cube pops right in their fucking faces!
"Stella?" she greeted when her friend finally answered her ring. "Liz here. Just want to tell you the big news. Tonight's the night! Ralph just called to say he'll be late tonight. And you know what that means, Stella."
"You bet his cheating prick I do. That's the signal to the babysitter that he'll be back to screw her after the kid's asleep. Well, you can count on old Stella, luv. I'll be only too happy to fill in for you at the club as soon as I finish my shift. I want to see you nail the dirty bum, too!"
* * *
Tracy Conway kept complaining of a tummy ache and Bonnie Mae had difficulty getting the boy settled down for the night. I don't think his stomach really hurts at all, she thought, once she finally tucked him in. I think he just wants attention. But the curvaceous teenager was in no mood to sit and read stories tonight. She'd been dreaming of this night all week, and every cell in her body ached with desire for the man she loved, Nick LaRocco.
He should be here any minute, now, she realized as she returned to the living room and glanced at the clock. She'd taken a bath before she left home, dusting her entire body with talcum powder and cologne, paying special attention to the deep cleavage of her large breasts, the crease between her rounded buttocks, and the inside of her smooth, creamy thighs. Her lovely auburn hair had been brushed until it shone, dancing with highlights. Her face was flushed with excitement and her jade eyes flickered with the fires of passion.
The girl moved to the foyer to check her reflection in the oval mirror. She hoped that Nick would be pleased with her. She was wearing a most flattering slack set of green denim that accented the color of her eyes. I hope Nick likes my new outfit, she thought, gazing at her reflected image. Then she smiled. But not too much! she told herself. Because I don't want to be wearing it for long!
When she heard his knock at the back door a few minutes later, the girl's heart fluttered like a captive bird. He's here! she exulted, running to greet him. Bonnie Mae took one look at Nick in his red shirt and gray flared pants and gasped. Even in his soiled and sweaty work clothes, he made her heart beat faster. The sight of him dressed like this almost took her breath away.
"Oh, Nick," she whispered, melting against him.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, brushing his lips against her clean hair. "You smell every bit as delicious as you look." He lifted his head, his dark eyes wary. "Is the kid asleep?" he asked, his voice low.
The girl nodded. "I had a time with him tonight. He fussed a little bit but I finally got him to bed about half an hour ago. And I haven't heard a peep out of him since."
"Is his door locked?" Nick wanted to know.
The lovely redhead chuckled. "The doors in this old dump don't even close all the way much less lock. You know these old houses."
Nick looked worried. "You better double check then, and make sure he's sleeping. I'd hate like hell to have the kid walk in on us."
Bonnie Mae did as he asked, opening the boy's bedroom door slowly, trying not to let the hinges squeak. Seeing a still figure lying under the covers with eyes closed, she smiled and shut the door as quietly as she could.
"He's out like a light," she told him, emerging from the darkened corridor leading from his room to rejoin him in the living room. "Sometimes he likes to stay up a little longer than he should, but once his head finally hits that pillow, Tracy doesn't wake up again unless there's a big commotion outside or something."
Nick grinned and held out his arms. "Well, we're going to have a big commotion inside," he teased. "But we'll have to hold it down to a safe noise level, okay, baby?"
Bonnie Mae fell into his open arms and their hot lips and hands began to explore each other's throbbing bodies with relish, their breathing heavy and labored. "Take your clothes off, baby," Nick croaked, his voice hoarse with passion. "I want to watch while you make yourself naked for me."
He stepped backwards, his mushrooming prick throbbing its urgent need by pressing against his pants. He wanted the girl with such intensity that his huge cock was dripping, staining his slacks, and his testicles felt so tight they could burst, but first he wanted to see her naked.
Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the big-breasted teenager and watched her wiggle her rounded ass for him, he'd dreamed of what she would look like without clothes. And now, his dream would come true. He wanted to see her standing before him exactly as she had countless times in his fevered imagination, with her full lips parted and her eyes burning with desire for him. He longed to see those bulging twin mounds of flesh that had set his prick aflame so many times, as they teased him from beneath a clinging sweater, unveiled. To see the pointed tips of her swollen, beckoning nipples exposed at last.
The voluptuous girl undid her green denim shirt slowly, gazing at the handsome Italian through thick-lidded eyes as one by one, she pulled open each metal snap. Reaching for the open flaps of her shirt, she did a slow pirouette, turning her back to him as she let the jacket slide from her smooth, ivory shoulders and drop to the floor. Smiling at him sensuously from over her shoulder, her long auburn hair trailing down her back, she unzipped her fly and wriggled her full hips, easing her denim jeans downward with lazy fingers. She swayed her hips from side to side as the pants slid down with agonizing slowness. At last, Nick could see the deep crevice of her smooth, white buttocks and his swollen sacs felt even tighter. The pants finally dropped to the carpet, exposing the entirety of her round, unblemished behind and the snowy whiteness of the backs of her legs.
Then, the girl turned and Nick sucked in his breath. She was magnificent! Her naked body was far superior to anything he had ever imagined. Her exquisite breasts loomed proudly, their luscious nipples like delicate rosebuds. His eyes traveled down across the smoothness of her creamy torso to the velvet auburn triangle nestled between her legs.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, his voice ragged. "You're gorgeous!"
"Let me undress you," she gasped, coming toward him in naked splendor. When Nick felt the girl tug at his clothing, he panted, his swollen penis beating against his trousers. The girl slid his shirt from his shoulders and he trembled at the touch of her fingers against his bare skin. The shirt fell to the rug and Bonnie Mae worked at his trousers.
With urgent, determined fingers, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his muscular legs, then reached up once again to lower his shorts. As they dropped around his ankles, the girl gasped at the great shaft of flesh that lunged out at her like a mighty spearhead. She took his swollen, dripping prickhead in her hands and dropped to her knees, moaning as she opened her mouth hungrily, her eyes thick-lidded and glazed as she let her lips close around the impressive width of his mighty pole of manhood.
Nick groaned at the feel of the wonderful wetness of her warm mouth sliding back and forth over his burning prickhead. He bent his knees and tilted his pelvis so that she could get at him more easily. When she began to suck on him, drinking up his pre-coital secretions, he moved his hips back and forth, sliding his slippery cock further and further into her wet mouth. Bonnie Mae stroked the firmness of his widespread thighs as she sucked, making his legs tremble. Never had a mouth felt so good! Still, he fucked in and out of her spongy oral cavity slowly, cautiously, for he did not want to ejaculate prematurely. Not in her mouth. Nick wanted to shoot his wad in a very special place!
As the lovely redhead lapped up more of his stickiness, Nick knew he would have to pace himself very carefully. For his balls were quivering under the pressure of their vast storehouse of semen. The turbulent load that he would soon deposit deep within a special, untouched passageway between the girl's buttocks. Nick would fuck her cuntal opening first . . . just until the girl climaxed. Then he knew he would be compelled to submit to a more urgent need. He ached to shove his big, slippery cock deep within still another opening, one he felt certain no other prick had yet violated. He longed to possess Bonnie Mae as no other had possessed her before him.
As the handsome Italian worked his hips, sliding his penis in and out of the sprawled and naked girl's eager mouth, he surrendered himself completely to her magnificent suckings. Neither Nick nor Bonnie Mae was aware that they were no longer alone. They had failed to hear the child's bare feet pad noiselessly down the carpeted hallway leading from his bedroom. And they were thoroughly oblivious to the presence of the small figure hiding in the darkened shadows of the corridor.
Little Tracy Conway did not understand what it was that he was witnessing. But he sensed, with a child's natural intuitiveness, that he should not be standing there watching. Something told him that what was happening before his excited eyes was wrong for him to see. It was something that grownups did in secret, something he'd heard whispers about but did not yet comprehend.
As he watched the babysitter he so adored suck the dark-haired stranger's penis, his cheeks grew flushed and his face felt hot. A strange, tingling sensation spread across his groin and he touched himself where he knew he shouldn't. But it felt so good he couldn't stop. As he continued to watch, wide-eyed and fascinated, his fingers toyed with the sensitive tip of his small, excited penis.
* * *
Liz Conway sat at the counter of the all-night diner chain-smoking, letting her cup of coffee grow cold. Her eyes kept darting nervously to the large electric clock on the wall above her. I've got to give Ralph enough time, she reminded herself. I have to be certain that Tracy's asleep, that Ralph and that kid are going at it full blast before I make my move. It only takes ten minutes to drive home from here, so don't rush things, gal, she thought. Play this scene cool or you'll blow the whole thing. When the hands of the clock showed five after ten, Liz figured she'd given her cheating, lecherous husband just about enough rope. Her loaded camera was waiting for her in the glove compartment of her car.
Suddenly, something told the platinum-haired housewife that the time had come for her to act. That she was about to witness a hanging. She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray, left some coins on the counter and, moving abruptly, rose from the stool.
It was still spinning long after she pushed her way through the swinging door and headed for her parked car.
CHAPTER Ten
Ralph Conway ordered another drink, his fingers drumming the polished surface of the bar as he waited impatiently. Paula Grenshaw was late. The well-stacked brunette should have been here half an hour ago and Ralph was getting worried. It wasn't like the sex-starved housewife to play hard to get. When Ralph had phoned, asking her to meet him here tonight, Paula had accepted with unabashed eagerness.
"Arthur the Punyprick is out of town," she'd told him, her voice thick with the contempt she felt for her sexually inadequate husband. "He's away on some business trip and won't be back till late Saturday so we can really live it up, handsome." The two infidels agreed to meet at an out-of-the-way cocktail lounge Friday evening, then make the rounds of a few night spots before going off to a motel together.
After that lusty stag film Ralph had viewed the night before, he was as eager to spread the brunette's muscular legs as she was to open them. I'll really give her hungry pussy a night to remember, he thought as the bartender brought his drink. I'll fuck her frontwards, backwards, arid sideways, he mused, lifting his glass. By the time I get through with her, she'll be as sore as that whore in the stag film must have been after the workover she got! As Ralph thought about the many lewd acts he'd witnessed in last night's pornographic movie, he grew even more impatient for the dark-haired housewife to arrive.
He looked at his watch, downed the rest of his drink in a few quick gulps, and headed for the phone booth. He dialed Paula's number hoping that it would go unanswered, indicating that she was already on her way. Ralph's hopes were dashed at the sound of the receiver being lifted at the other end. And he uttered a silent curse when he heard the voice that answered. For he recognized it as that of Arthur Grenshaw!
The man repeated his hello, his voice annoyed by the lack of response. Ralph, however, said nothing. He merely replaced the telephone in its cradle and slumped against the wall of the phone booth. He wasn't going to get to screw Paula tonight, after all. It was obvious that her husband had come home sooner than expected and the sex-starved brunette wouldn't be able to keep her date.
"Shit!" Ralph muttered under his breath. "I could almost feel that eager cunt of hers already!" Note what? he wondered, his balls aching for release. Liz is at work and Bonnie Mae's pussy is all bloodied up. And I can't stand a clot-filled cunt. But when he pictured the voluptuous teenager in his sexually stimulated mind, the gray-eyed man remembered her sensual mouth and he smiled.
Guess I'll head for home after all, he decided, opening the door of the telephone booth. And give Bonnie Mae lesson number two. His prick hardened as he left the cocktail lounge to cross the darkened parking lot to his car. For he ached for the feel of the babysitter's mouth sliding wetly across his penis. The subject for tonight will be How To Suck A Cock, he decided, grinning as he unlocked his car door and slid behind the wheel. I can still have myself a mouthful of those gorgeous young tits, he thought as he pulled away. After I've sucked away to my heart's content, I'll settle for a damn good blow job!
* * *
Little Tracy Conway continued to peer in secret from the hidden shadows of the corridor as the babysitter's mouth devoured the whimpering stranger's bloated cockhead. The excited boy's fingers sought the tip of his own throbbing penis with greater urgency as he listened to the sounds of the girl's suckings and watched her huge, dangling tits swing back and forth as she knelt before the naked man's split thighs.
Nick LaRocco moaned with ecstasy, letting himself glory to the very last warm suck of the lovely redhead's tightly ovaled mouth before he quickly withdrew his pulsating prick. An expert at timing his ejaculations, Nick knew that the moment had come for him to pause, to let his fiery, bubbling prick cool a while. The girl's open mouth still sought the pleasure which was so unexpectedly denied it but Nick knelt down and kissed her, offering his tongue instead.
Embracing each other, they dropped to the carpet locked in a long, passionate kiss. Nick rolled his tongue around, tasting the pungency of his own pre-coital juices coating the inside of her warm mouth. Bonnie Mae sighed, straining against him so that the hard points of her swollen nipples stabbed his bare chest like hot needle heads. As the handsome Italian's mouth left hers to leave a trail of feverish kisses down the side of her face, the lovely young girl moaned and lifted her pelvis hungrily. It felt so wonderful to be loved like this, to be held and kissed.
Nick's eager mouth continued its ardent journey, nipping at her throat, shoulders and breasts. Bonnie Mae arched her back, offering him the fiery tips of her swollen mounds of flesh. Nick's hot lips found first one nipple, then the other, darting back and forth as he sucked eagerly. Groaning with desire, the girl felt her entire pelvic area grow hot with need and she spread her ivory legs wide. She lifted her auburn pussy so that it rubbed pleadingly against the distended, dripping cock that it longed to grasp. The lips of her vulva opened and the ambrosial petals flowering within were wet, coated with the nectar of her passion. Her throbbing, aching coral niche glistened with the milkiness of her need and the bright red bud of her clitoris stood waiting and expectant, throbbing with anticipation.
"Oh, Nick!" she gasped, straining against him hard. "Fuck me! Please! Fuck me now!"
His small chest rising and falling with each excited breath he took, Tracy's fingers sought the moist glans of his tiny prickhead as he watched the dark-haired, sweating stranger mount the naked babysitter and slide his gigantic penis into some secret place between her widespread legs. It must be a wonderful place, the boy thought, his heart pounding as his round, fascinated eyes observed the obvious pleasure on the man's face as he fucked in and out. It must feel good, he thought. Even better than my fingers.
And she likes it, too, he realized, his penis throbbing as he watched the young babysitter's reaction. Bonnie Mae's head rolled back and forth on the carpet and she lifted her hips higher and higher into the air, gyrating wildly as she greeted each inward thrust of the magnificent pole of flesh penetrating her dripping, pulsating pussy.
"OOOOHHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOOOD," she moaned, gasping for breath. "OH, NICK! MMMMMMMMMPH! DEEPER! HARDER! MMMMMMMPH!"
Nick obeyed, battering her with all his strength. Tracy saw how the man's testicles swung back and forth, slapping against the girl's wildly pumping pussy as he continued to fuck. And the boy wished that it was his thing sliding in and out of that secret place somewhere between the babysitter's open legs, that she was crying out for him. to fuck her deeper and harder, that his balls were banging against her pussy. And his labored breathing grew louder and his tiny glans felt sticky to his touch.
Then, Tracy got scared, for the babysitter he idolized seemed to be having some kind of fit or something. She cried out and arched her back. After that, he saw her entire body convulse and jerk while her eyes rolled backwards. The small boy stood motionless, hidden in the dark of the corridor, his masturbating fingers idle until Bonnie Mae's body stopped its terrible jerking. When he saw her smile and heard her groan with pleasure, his fingers began to move, toying with his penis once again. And the boy pretended that he had made Bonnie Mae feel good like that instead of the dark-eyed stranger. That it was his thing, not the man's, that was buried deep, deep somewhere inside her warm and naked body.
"Oh, Nick," she sighed, stroking his shoulders. "That was wonderful. Oh, thank you, darling." She moaned happily as she felt him suck her breast, then give her nipples a gentle bite. "Mmmmm, that feels nice," she told him, turning so that he could suck and bite the other one as well. Her entire body was alive and tingling, her cuntal walls soaked with the lather of her sexual joy. Nick's warm penis was still deep within her, and as she felt his magnificent hugeness, Bonnie Mae realized that he hadn't yet shot his load. So she began to move her pelvis again, rotating it in little circles, thrilling to the incredible vastness of the swollen cock that was filling her saturated pussy to capacity. "It's your turn now, Nick," she whispered as she continued her rhythmic fucking.
The girl's jade eyes widened in surprise when she felt Nick's distended spearhead suddenly vacate her vagina. "Turn over, honey," he whispered in a shaky voice, his dark eyes burning with a need that had to be met. Bonnie Mae longed to give the man she loved the same joy he had given her so she quickly obeyed, rising on all fours.
Little Tracy, still spying from his concealed hiding place, gasped at the sight of the babysitter's rounded white buttocks rising in the air, at the brightness of the oozing cuntal membranes that were exposed when she spread her legs for the man crouched and waiting behind her. The boy could see Bonnie Mae's big tits dangling, their rosy nipples pointing at the carpet, and he licked his lips, wondering how it would feel to suck on them like the man had done. Maybe they taste good like lollipops, he speculated.
The lovely teenager sighed as she felt Nick's mighty pole of flesh rubbing against the sponginess of her vaginal walls once again. She spread her legs further and pumped backwards, offering him more of her syrupy pussy. She closed her eyes as her voluptuous, naked body worked back and forth, her enormous breasts undulating as she balanced herself on her hands and knees.
Nick's swollen, lust-thickened prick slid in and out with carefully measured strokes for the man was timing himself perfectly. Unaware of what was to come, the girl relaxed, letting her hips work in harmony with those nestled against her buttocks. Skillfully, without losing a single stroke in the steady rhythm of their finely attuned bodies, Nick completely withdrew his slippery cock from the redhead's oozing cuntal opening and tightened his grip on her hips. When her pumping behind came towards him again, the man inserted his huge, dripping prickhead into the pink and unsuspecting opening directly between the girl's smooth, spreading buttocks.
Bonnie Mae uttered a sharp cry of protest and her entire body stiffened as her anus puckered violently. "OH, GOD!" she gasped as this previously unviolated passageway was forced to stretch wide in order to accommodate its vast, determined invader. Sharp pains shot through the girl's rectum as Nick's great phallic length continued to burrow. "IT HURTS!" she cried, clenching her buttocks tightly. But Nick's hands held her firmly in place.
Little Tracy's eyes widened and his heartbeat matched that of a frightened rabbit. The sweating stranger was doing something to Bonnie Mae that she didn't like, yet, for some strange reason, it excited him to watch her squirm and cry out as the man continued to hurt her. Whatever he was doing, Tracy could tell that the man was enjoying himself. Sweat rolled down his face and along the ridges of his spinal column, trickling down into the hairy recess of his behind. His dark eyes glittered and his muscles bulged as he held the babysitter firmly in place. He thrust his hips forward mercilessly until his enviable penis disappeared somewhere inside her.
As the boy listened to the man's grunts of pleasure, his jaw grew slack and he tugged harder at his small but throbbing penis, trying to feel some of the strange, mysterious sensations that the man must be feeling, knowing, somehow, that whatever the stranger was doing to Bonnie Mae felt far better than whatever his fingers could do.
"Relax, honey," Nick whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke the girl's vulva. As his searching fingers slithered across the wetness of her cuntal membranes, Bonnie Mae gasped again . . . this time with pleasure. When Nick found the hot bud of her clitoris, he stroked and pinched it until it began to swell and tingle. Gradually, Bonnie Mae's tense body began to relax and her hips began to move once again. Nick's middle finger slid up into her saturated vaginal opening and he began to slide it in and out, pressing against the thin connective tissue between her vagina and rectum. As Nick's middle finger penetrated the girl's soaked vagina, he continued to fuck her asshole with his prick while his forefinger plucked away at her fiery clitoris.
Bonnie Mae's rectum was no longer indignant. It relaxed, stretching to welcome its determined conqueror. Never before had the girl felt so totally possessed by a man. Her entire body was aflame and she began to pump backwards so Nick's big cock could penetrate her asshole even further. Her cunt was saturated with the juices of her passion, now, and it trickled down the paleness of her inner thighs. She felt as if she'd burst with sexual excitement for never in her life had she been so thoroughly and magnificently fucked. Nick was infiltrating her splendidly, masterfully, and she surrendered herself in total submission. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, lifting her buttocks higher to claim more of his burrowing length.
Nick thrilled to the knowledge that he had conquered Bonnie Mae completely. He, alone, had claimed her as no other man had done before him. His cock had penetrated her virginal rectum and the girl had enjoyed her introduction to this diverse sexual act as much as he! The sense of power surging through his veins intoxicated Nick and his passion mounted. The exquisite tightness of the girl's dilated rectal opening grasping his great, pistoning shaft of flesh brought him to the epitome of sexual stimulation. With one final triumphant thrust, Nick's handsome face contorted and he cried out in wild abandon as his hot semen exploded within the lovely teenager's stretched rectum. It splattered against the tender walls of her inner passageway in torrid bursts. Feeling the volcanic eruption deep inside her, Bonnie Mae joined Nick at the peak of sexual excitement for she climaxed once again. United and orgiastic, the naked pair bucked and jerked as ripple after ripple of erotic pleasure coursed through their sweating bodies.
It was then, while caught in the ultimate throes of their passion, that a flash cube exploded somewhere behind them! Bonnie Mae gasped, too stunned to speak. Nick withdrew his dripping cock from her asshole and whirled around, cursing.
Tracy's eyes widened in recognition as he recovered from his temporary blindness caused by the sudden glare of the bright cube. When he saw the familiar figure behind the poised camera, he retreated further into the shadows, his heart hammering. The boy stood backed against the wall, unable to move. He knew that there was going to be trouble and he was scared. The babysitter and that man were doing something wrong and he was bad, too, for watching them like this. I mustn't get caught! he realized. But his bare feet seemed rooted to the carpet and he remained trapped and unnoticed in the dark of the corridor.
Nick turned to face the platinum-haired woman with the camera, his face twisted with fury.
Liz Conway gasped, staring at the naked man with the enormous penis with an incredulous look on her face. It's not Ralph! she realized, her jaw slack. As Nick lunged forward, his dark eyes blazing, Liz's throat tightened with fear. What's he going to do? What the hell have I got myself into? she wondered, backing off. "Who-who are you?" she croaked.
"Never mind who I am!" Nick replied in a thunderous voice, his face just inches from her. "Who the hell are you? And what's with the fucking camera?"
"It's Mrs. Conway," Bonnie Mae told him, regaining her senses. The teenager scrambled for the clothes she had dropped when she'd stripped for Nick and dressed hurriedly. Her fingers trembled as she jerked her arms through her green shirt. Jesus, what's going to happen now? she asked herself, wriggling into her denim pants. I don't give a shit about this job anymore but I sure as hell don't want to get Nick into trouble.
Nick grabbed the camera from the stunned woman, ripped open the case to tear out the film, and threw the camera on the floor. "That's what I think of your photography!" he told her, his face ominous.
The sound of the camera crashing to the floor sent the blood coursing through little Tracy's veins once again and he was able to move at last. His heart in his mouth, he scurried noiselessly down the dark, carpeted corridor to his bedroom. The frightened boy closed the door behind him and jumped into bed. He lay huddled and whimpering with the covers pulled over his head as he listened to the angry voices from the living room.
"You b-better get out of here," Liz told him in a tremulous voice. Her tongue felt thick and her pulses were racing but she tried not to show it. "I don't know who you are," she went on, trying to keep her voice level, "but this is my house and if you don't get out right now, I'll call the police!"
That was the wrong thing to say. Nick grabbed her slender arm and the woman grew pale with fright as his livid face loomed even closer. "I wouldn't do that if I was you," he threatened through clenched teeth. "It wouldn't be smart, lady. Because I wouldn't like it, understand?"
Liz's tongue darted out to slide nervously across her dry lips. The man's fingers were bruising her arm and her heart was pounding. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice raspy. "Let's just not have any trouble, huh?" She shifted her frightened eyes to Bonnie Mae. "Look, kid," she pleaded. "Why don't you and your fella just go. We'll let bygones be bygones, huh? Let's just forget we ever knew each other, all right? I mean, you two go your way and I'll go mine." With her free arm, she reached into the large handbag looped over her shoulder and took several bills from her wallet. "Here," she said, offering them to the girl with trembling fingers. "Your final pay. Now we're all squared away. And no hard feelings, okay?"
Bonnie Mae observed her former employer's shaking hand and white face and knew that the woman wasn't going to make trouble. Nick was scaring the shit out of her and the girl was glad. She accepted the money and slid it into the pocket of her denim pants with a feeling of satisfaction. The girl had always sensed Liz Conway's dislike for her and she was pleased to see her cowering like this. It served her right.
Seeing how scared the blonde woman was, Nick finally released his iron grip on her arm. He reached for his clothes and pulled them on leisurely, taking his time. His anger was subsiding now for he knew he had Liz Conway under control. He had the upper hand now and he was determined to keep it. He was certain that the trembling, wide-eyed woman would not dare blow the whistle on him if he threw a big enough scare into her.
"I hope you mean that, lady," he taunted in a mocking tone. "Because I have lots of friends, you know what I mean? And they get awful upset when things go wrong for me." He paused for emphasis, zipping his fly. "In fact, my friends worry me now and then and you know why? Because they just can't seem to control their awful tempers."
Liz swayed, her temples pounding. He must be linked to the underworld, she thought, feeling faint. Holy shit, I could wind up bleeding in some dark alley. Maybe even killed!
Nick shook his handsome head and breathed an exaggerated sigh. "I've seen my friends do some terrible things." He shot her a menacing look. "And I'd hate like hell to see anything happen to a nice lady like you." As he buttoned his shirt, he glanced over his shoulder to Bonnie Mae. "Right, honey?"
The girl nodded, linking her arm through Nick's. She was proud of her man, of the way he had brought Liz Conway to her knees. She was thoroughly enjoying watching the platinum-haired woman squirm and she couldn't resist giving the knife an extra twist. "I don't think she'll have to worry about your friends, honey," the babysitter said. "Not as long as she keeps her mouth shut. If she behaves herself, maybe your friends will go easy on her. And if she doesn't make waves, we won't either." She shot the woman a disdainful look. "You know, we could go to the police ourselves. But I don't think you'd like being charged with attempted blackmail."
Liz looked confused as well as frightened as the haughty couple sauntered to the front door.
"Don't try to look so innocent, Mrs. Conway," Bonnie Mae hurled over her shoulder as she turned the knob. "I'm sure you weren't taking our picture to paste in your family album!"
* * *
Nick and Bonnie Mae were grinning as they made their way to his car but they contained their laughter until they had climbed inside.
"You sure had her crapping in her pants, Nick," the redheaded teenager praised, snuggling up to him as they pulled away from the curb.
"Yeah, but it cost you your job, baby. Sorry!"
"Sorry?" the girl repeated incredulously. "Oh, Nick, how can you even say that?" She put her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I never knew that making love could be so thrilling," she told him, her voice dreamy. "I'm warm and tingly from my head to my toes. I feel all lit up and glowing, like a Christmas tree!"
Nick lifted his right hand from the steering wheel to stroke her hair tenderly. "I know, honey. I feel the same way myself." His hand slid down to circle her shoulder. "Where to, honey? My place?"
Bonnie Mae nodded, smiling happily. "As long as my mother still thinks I'm babysitting, let's make the most of tonight, Nick."
* * *
The moment they left, Liz started to shake.
To think I've been leaving my son with a slut like that, she thought as she picked up the broken camera and exposed film and put them into her large shoulder bag. She let the purse slide from her shoulder onto the coffee table and held her head in her hands. And I've been accusing poor Ralph of fooling around with that little bitch when it was someone else all along. She thought of Nick and shivered. Someone so dangerous he's connected with the Mafia! Maybe he's even a gangster himself. God only knows what crimes that man has committed. And he and that disgusting girl were alone in this house with my baby!
Her eyes stinging, Liz hurried to her son's bedroom to check on him. The distraught housewife was upset by the veiled threats that she had just received as well as the shock of seeing a fifteen-year-old girl willingly submit to a sexual act that Liz considered perverse and utterly repulsive. When she saw the boy lying quietly under the covers with his eyes tightly closed, she breathed a shaky sigh of relief and tip-toed down the corridor. Thank God he didn't see anything! she thought, turning into the kitchen to pour herself a shot of bourbon.
At the sound of a key turning in the lock, Liz jumped so that the amber liquid she was pouring sloshed over the sides of the shot glass and spilled onto the counter top. "Oh," she gasped when her husband walked through the back door. "It's you!"
Ralph took in his wife's pale face and the open bottle of whiskey she held and his mouth went dry. "Liz, what's wrong?" he cried. "Is Tracy all right?"
Liz leaned against the counter, nodding wearily. "He's all right, Ralph," she assured him, reaching for the shot glass of bourbon. She lifted it up to her lips with trembling fingers and downed the fiery liquid in a few swallows.
Ralph's tense body relaxed. Nothing had happened to his beloved son! Still, he looked puzzled. "But why are you home so early? And why the booze?" It wasn't like his wife to drink alone and Ralph's mind darted in a different direction. Once again, he stiffened. Had Liz found out about him and the babysitter? Come to think of it, she has been acting funny lately, he remembered, biting his lip. But how the hell could she know? I covered all my tracks so carefully, he thought.
"Where's Bonnie Mae?" he asked, craning his neck to peer into the living room.
"I fired the fucking little bitch!" Liz shrieked, her voice nearly hysterical. "I won't have a teenage whore taking care of my son!"
Ralph's face lost its color. "Take it easy, honey," he consoled, grasping his wife's shoulders. "You're getting yourself all worked up." What about? he wondered, his heart beating heavily. Does she know about the kid and me? Jesus Christ, I hope that fool kid didn't tell her anything! Surely the little idiot doesn't think I care about her? Holy shit, did she confess everything to Liz with the crazy idea I'd divorce Liz and marry her?
"Why shouldn't I get worked up?" Liz retorted shrilly. "Now that I know what's been going on around here?"
Ralph looked at his wife with one corner of his mouth twitching. "What do you mean, Liz ?" he asked in a dull voice.
"I mean I came home early and found her and a grown man fucking away for all they were worth! Right in the middle of our living room!" Liz was so outraged that she failed to detect Ralph's deep sigh of relief or note how suddenly the color returned to his cheeks. "And do you know where that bastard was screwing the kid? In her asshole!"
As Liz turned to pour herself another shot of bourbon, Ralph chuckled inwardly. Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! he thought with grudging admiration for Bonnie Mae. That kid is really a dynamo. I should have had her give me lessons. She's a damn good liar, too. Pretending to have her period so she could let some other prick come over here and ram her tonight. And up her ass, no less!
"So you see why I had to fire her, Ralph," Liz went on, turning to face him. "I never did like that girl, you know. Right from the start, I knew there was something funny about her, something I didn't like." She lifted the amber liquid to her lips and swallowed. "I'll have to get someone else over the weekend. And this time, I'll hire an older woman!"
As she sipped her bourbon, she looked up at Ralph, knowing that she would always have to keep a sharp eye on him. From now on, she would avoid throwing temptation in his path the way she had done with that precocious kid with the queen-size knockers. Liz realized that she still loved her good-looking, gray-eyed husband even if he was a weakling when it came to the opposite sex.
The surprise on Ralph's face was genuine even though his words were false. "Well, I must admit I'm shocked, Liz," he told his wife. "Bonnie Mae seemed so sweet, so innocent. She seemed to be a good babysitter for Tracy. The boy was nuts about her, you know?" He shook his head in mock disbelief. "The whole thing seems incredible, honey. To think she'd go and do something like that when we've been so good to her, when we've trusted her. And the worst part of the whole thing is that she's just a kid!"
Liz finished her second shot of whiskey, finding comfort in its spreading warmth. "Well, she may be a kid but she sure wasn't playing hopscotch with that guy." The slender blonde set her shot glass on the counter. "He looked mean, Ralph," she added in a low voice. "Real mean. In fact, he scared the hell out of me." Her voice caught. "I hope I never see him again!"
Ralph put his arms around his wife. "My poor baby," he soothed, holding her close. "Coming home to something like that." He frowned. "Why did you come home early, dear?"
Liz sighed. "I had a terrible headache, Ralph," she lied. "It got so bad that Stella offered to fill in for me so I could come home. And when I did, I got the shock of my life." Now it was her turn to frown. "How come you're home already? I thought you were going to be late tonight."
"So did I," Ralph answered easily. "But one of my appointments was canceled at the last minute so I just stopped for a drink, then came on home." His hands began to caress his wife's shoulders. "How's your headache now, honey ?"
Liz sensed the subtle change in her husband's manner and she knew what it meant. "Better," she told him. "Maybe the whiskey helped. Either that or the shock I had."
"Come on to bed then, baby," he urged, his hands sliding down to squeeze her trim buttocks. Ralph's balls were loaded and aching for release. He'd been looking forward to fucking Paula Grenshaw tonight. When that fell through at the last minute, he'd gotten himself all set for a blow-job from that little red-haired firecracker. But those plans had been thwarted, too. At this point, Ralph was ready to settle for his own wife. "What do you say we get a little action ourselves?"
Liz felt a tingling in her thighs and she rubbed her throbbing pussy against Ralph's hardening prick. "Let's" she agreed, smiling up at him with glassy eyes. The bourbon was beginning to take effect and Liz felt unusually loving toward the man she'd been cursing for days now. The guilt she felt for accusing him so unjustly added fuel to the fire of her emotions. As they headed for the bedroom, Liz was determined to give her husband a hell of a good fucking. She had to make up for thinking such awful things about him. That he was a filthy lecher, a perverted debaser of innocent children. Even worse, she had to pay penance for those faithless hours she had spent in that motel room with Bill Evans.
Liz undressed and turned back the bedding.
She lay on her back and spread her slim legs invitingly, offering her glistening pussy to her husband. As Ralph climbed on top of her and slid his big prick into her receptive cuntal opening, he thought of the stag film he'd seen the night before and he pumped in and out of his wife's cunt with rare gusto.
As their naked bodies intertwined, moving together with practiced perfection, the small boy down the hall lay wide-eyed and panting in his darkened room. Visions of the naked babysitter and the dark-haired stranger kept flashing through his young and impressionable mind while his fingers worked back and forth, feverishly, inside his pajama bottoms.
* * *
The red Riviera pulled up in front of the apartment building and Nick jumped out to open Bonnie Mae's door. The curvaceous teenager got out of the car and smiled at the dark-eyed Italian. She loved everything about Nick. His handsome face, his dazzling smile, the way his masterful body thrilled her to the very depths of her being. And the way he remembered all the little courtesies that mean so much, that make a girl feel special and cherished.
They entered the foyer and ascended the creaking staircase side by side, treading softly. For the first time, Bonnie Mae didn't even notice the musty smell of the old building, how dingy the walls were, or how the ceiling was chipped and peeling. She was only aware of the man beside her. "Thank God it's past old Mrs. Cusack's bedtime," the auburn-haired beauty whispered, suppressing a giggle. "She'd insist I hurry right down to Mother."
"Well I insist that you hurry right up to my place," Nick retorted softly, with a teasing grin, his arm circling her small waist.
They climbed the final stair and turned down the hallway and Bonnie Mae stiffened. Feeling her body tense under his touch, Nick's forehead creased and he turned to follow her narrow-eyed gaze. A big-titted woman in her early-twenties stood outside Nick's door, her fist poised in the air as if she were about to knock.
"Nicky," she greeted in a sugary voice, dimpling as he approached. "I was gonna pay a little surprise visit but I see you're busy tonight." Chewing a mouthful of gum, the woman shot Bonnie Mae an unfriendly glance, then quickly focused her attention on the handsome young Italian.
"That's right, Sherry," Nick told her, tightening his grip on the teenager's waist. "I am busy."
Sherry chewed noisily, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, throwing her hip forward in a seductive pose. "Well, maybe we can get together tomorrow night, huh, Nicky?"
"I don't think so, baby," Nick said, pulling the redhead close. "You better find yourself a new playmate, honey. Because I'm going to be real busy from now on."
The young woman stared at him, cracking her gum angrily. "What is this, Nicky?" she asked, her cheeks brightening. "You kissing me off or something? What the hell did I do?
Seems to me I been real good to you."
"Cool it, Sherry," Nick soothed, giving her a disarming smile. "You haven't done a thing, baby. It's just that I'm crossing all you dolls off my list." He turned to smile at Bonnie Mae. "Everyone, that is, except this gorgeous creature."
Sherry crossed her arms, creating a shelf for her enormous bosom. "Yeah? What's so special about her?" she wanted to know, glaring at the lovely girl beside Nick.
"She's going to be Mrs. LaRocco, that's what makes her so special," he replied, grinning broadly, his teeth startling even in the dimness of the hallway.
While Bonnie Mae stared at Nick with large jade eyes and an oval mouth, the big-titted woman swore softly. "For Chrissakes, Nicky, I never thought you'd go that far. All the way to the fucking altar!" Cracking her gum furiously now, she shot Bonnie Mae an envious glance. I wonder if he knocked her up? she asked herself. "Well, congratulations," she offered, her voice as insincere as her smile. She's getting herself a damn good cocksman, she thought. And her gain is my loss. Nick's one of the best! Ah, but what the hell, she decided philosophically, there are plenty of other studs willing to hump me. "Well, I hope you'll both be very happy," she said, turning away. "And don't forget to invite me to the wedding," she added with a parting wave.
The young woman hurried down the hall, her huge breasts bobbing purposefully. There was no sense in wasting any more time here. Sherry was in the mood for action and the throbbing between her legs had to be satisfied. She hurried down the stairs and out the door to find another prick to fill her aching hollow.
Bonnie Mae didn't speak until they were inside Nick's apartment. "Did you really mean what you said, Nick?" she asked in a small voice as he took her in his arms. "You weren't just saying that to get rid of her?"
"I really meant it, Bonnie Mae," he said, gazing tenderly into her eyes. "I'm crazy about you, baby, and I don't want you putting out for anyone else." He gave her a little shake. "You got that straight?"
"Oh, Nick," the girl sighed. "I don't want anyone else. Not now. Not since I've found you."
"I'm really glad to hear that, honey," he told her. "Because I'll break your ass if you ever spread those pretty legs of yours for anyone but Nick LaRocco from now on!" The girl threw her arms around his neck, squealing with joy. "Hey, there won't be any problem with your old lady, will there?" Nick asked with a worried frown. "I mean, getting her permission. You are underage, you know."
The ecstatic teenager laughed and shook her head. "You don't have to worry about getting permission from dear old Mom," she told him. "I bet she'll be as happy as I am. This is what she's been waiting for, Nick. Her freedom. Now she can quit the job she hates, leave the Chicago climate she's always been complaining about, and wash her hands of me all at the same time. Now, she can go live with her precious sister down in Florida. She'll be rid of me at last!"
"But you'll never be rid of me, Bonnie Mae," he said, his face compassionate. "I love you, honey, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."
"And I love you, Nick," she said, her eyes misty.
He pulled her close and lowered his lips on hers. The girl ran her fingers through his hair and slid her tongue into his warm mouth. She strained against him eagerly, her body alive and glowing. Bonnie Mae was happier than she ever dreamed possible. She was actually going to become Nick's wife, the mother of his children! They were going to walk through life side by side as man and wife, planning, working, and growing old together.
When they finally drew apart, Nick touched the tip of her nose with his forefinger. "This, my lovely fiancee, calls for a celebration. I'll fix us a drink."
He disappeared into the kitchen and Bonnie Mae heard the clink of ice cubes against glass. She whirled about the room, hugging herself. The beautiful redhead felt as if she were dreaming, that any moment now, the alarm clock would jar her back to reality. But as she whirled in front of the full-length mirror framing the closet door, the girl knew by her flushed cheeks and dancing eyes that this was really happening.
The girl paused, her arms dropping to her sides as she studied her reflection. Her long auburn hair spilled across her shoulders and the green of her outfit emphasized the jade of her eyes. Even beneath the heavy denim fabric, her full young breasts jutted proudly.
As she stood admiring her small waist and flaring hips, her mother's frequent taunts echoed through her mind. You're a fool, Bonnie Mae, a crazy dreamer. But someday, you'll wake up and face reality.
But Bonnie Mae had been awakened. Wonderfully and completely awakened. And reality was even better than all her fantasizing. The former babysitter knew, now, that she had finally found that intangible something she'd been searching for all her life. She'd discovered it with Nick. Together, they had found love. And she felt totally fulfilled.
As she saw Nick come up behind her in the mirror, smiling as he offered a drink, Bonnie Mae turned to face the man she loved, knowing that she had proved her mother wrong. As she and Nick lifted their glasses high, touching them in a silent toast to their future, the radiant teenager knew that happiness wasn't limited to the fairy tales she'd read to Tracy. Despite what she'd been told most of her young life, Bonnie Mae Owens knew, from experience, that dreams really can come true!
