What do you do when your husband's boss kisses you on the mouth ... and forces his tongue inside your lips?
It was happening to Kathy Lewis right now. She'd been so startled when he kissed her that she started to open her mouth to say "Oh!" and his tongue rode right in. The hot wetness of his French kiss repulsed her, but she couldn't do anything about it because he held the back of her head tightly.
He ran his tongue around her teeth and sucked her saliva as if his mouth were a powerful vacuum. He broke the kiss, smacked his lips and said: "Ahhhh!"
"Mur Mr. Webster!" she protested. Her heart fluttered inside her ribs like a trapped bird.
"You have one sexy body," said Chuck Webster. "Tits, ass, the works, Kathy. I've been waiting for this kiss for a long time."
"Mr. Webster, even if you are my husband's boss, I can't permit this awwrrrkkk!"
He had slapped her buttocks and squeezed. Then he grinned and gestured at the sofa. "Look at your dear hubby and my faithful employee."
Chuck was right. Her husband, Tom, lay fast asleep on the sofa. He'd been sitting up but gradually he'd slid farther and farther down. Now he was out.
"It must've been my dinner," she said. "He-likes my cooking."
"That and all the wine," said Chuck. "Lots and lots of wine." So her husband's boss had caught on that Tom drank. Kathy bit her lip in frustration.
"Looks like you'll have to drive me back to my motel," he said.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. But she would have to. Mr. Webster was the Traveling Sales Manager in charge of this district and Tom, who ran the local office, had driven him over on this snowy Midwestern night from his motel. It was obvious that Tom could drive no more tonight. "I'll get my coat," she said in frustration.
They left Tom Lewis asleep on the sofa and went out into the snowy night. Everything was white, except the brown slush on the roads. The roads were black, like Kathy's spirits that night. She knew that her husband's job hung by a thread. The drive was short; Cranfield was quite a small town. All of the way Chuck Webster rested his hand lightly on her thigh, covered by her fur coat.
"I'd like you to come into my motel room a minute, Kathy," he said.
"Oh, no," she said. "It's so late. I've got to get back."
"What for? You don't have any children and Tom looked comfortable when we left. No, I've got to have a serious talk with you."
"Well-" She had to go in, of course. She'd seen this interview coming for a long time. Still, the memory of his kiss still burned in her mind. She and Tom hadn't had any sex for weeks, and it had shaken her up. She'd been nervous in her own job, erratic, unfulfilled, so it was no time for her to be going into motel rooms with a handsome and dominating man like Charles Webster.
"I do have to get up early for my own job at City Hall," she reminded him.
"I know all about your City Hall job," he said.
He did something strange when they got up on the second deck where his room was. He knocked on the glass almost as if signaling to someone inside.
Inside she stood in front of the full length mirror as he took off her fur coat and ran his hands over it in sensual delight. His quiet smile unsettled her. But of course she was used to passes and could handle this. She delayed, looking at herself in the mirror as she planned her strategy. She saw an exceedingly good-looking young woman of twenty-five, with long auburn hair that reached below her shoulders, a heart-shaped face with a sensuous mouth, generous breasts, a small waist and well-shaped thighs and legs, terminating in her snow booties. Unfortunately, she'd worn her gray miniskirt. You could still get away with wearing miniskirts in Cranfield, and when you invited your husband's boss to dinner and wanted to look well she guessed she'd overdone it.
The thing to do was let him have a kiss or two to prove she was a good sport, take the bad news, whatever it was, and get out of here as fast as possible.
Chuck Webster stood behind her at the mirror. One of his arms caught her across her chest, pinioning her own arms to her side. His other arm slid over her hip and down in front to her pelvis. His hot hand rested lightly on her mount. Her heart began to pound. His aggression caught her by surprise; there was only a few millimeters of soft fabric between that hot hand and her erotic center.
"Oh, Mr. Webster."
"The game's changed," he said. "I'm not Mr. Webster anymore. I'm Chuck. Nor am I just your husband's boss. We're partners, you and I, Kathy, starting from this minute."
The dark eyes in that saturnine face in the mirror over her shoulder seemed to glow like hot coals. She sensed his powerful, determined strength. Then with a slight, daring smile on his lips he cupped her cunt through the dress and began to stroke it. At the same time he dropped his head and began to kiss her neck lightly. The man had a devil's intuition! Kathy was highly erotic in her neck region, and his light touch made her thrill. Down below his probing fingers also made her thrill.
"I eee don't understand about partners," she said.
"You will." He kept stroking and she began to struggle, harder and harder, to escape his grip, but she couldn't. His long finger slid along her cunt lips and she felt her organ began to make juice. Hot thrills shot up into her belly, and she shivered at what his tongue did to her neck.
"Oh, Mr. Webster, I can't permit this!"
"Chuck." He bit her neck. "I came to Cranfield this trip to open our partnership and to fuck you!"
It was as if his dirty word was a bullet. She cringed. "And what if I don't want to be pu-partners and fu-fuck?"
"You have no option, dear Kathy. I planned all of this two years ago. Sending Tom Lewis to Cranfield here. Then my sister married the City Manager, Frank Scales, and surprise! you got a job as his secretary. Then your husband, Tom, practically stopped fucking you, and you're in a deep, deep hole."
Uncanny! How'd he know about her sexual problems with Tom? What was this all about? Her mind was as shaken as her senses. Her cunt was flowing now as he still held her in that lock-grip and rode her. God, it felt good! A hundred men in Cranfield yearned to touch her, and in the past few months she'd almost succumbed, because Kathy enjoyed the thrills of sex very much. She looked beautiful and unapproachable, but she liked hard, rutting sex when she was aroused. Well, Chuck Webster was holding her and making her aroused.
But she had to fight her way out. "Please, no! I'll have to scream, and people will come and it will be embarrassing."
"Besides when I'm done you'll be worth two hundred thousand dollars," he said as if he hadn't heard her. His fingers now dug luxuriously into her cunt, forcing her lips open.
That stunned her still more. In her surprise she just hung there, staring at her blushing face in the mirror, watching his hand obscenely jogging at her V, feeling deep belly thrills that were making her very hot.
"I don't understand any of this!" she wailed in despair. She wasn't struggling any more. She was making little hump motions on his fingers in spite of herself. It felt so gooooooood!
"Don't understand it, Kathy. Just relax and enjoy."
There is a point where all guards drop, where the human loses a sense of imposed morality and begins to go into his or her animal. They could both feel her rising sex tension and they could hear her wet cunt slogging now to his fingers. Kathy felt a deep belly thrill rush up from her cunt to her head. "Oh, I I I-" she moaned.
"Take it, you sexy bitch, it's free," he laughed, and his insolent words made her hotter instead of turned off. She felt his cock, hard in his pants, nudging the small of her back. Oh, God, she so needed to have an orgasm. She dug her head back into his shoulder, opened her legs wider and began to squeeze her buttocks to his rhythm. His hand went up inside her miniskirt, and down inside of her pantyhose and panties. His hand plunged into her naked cunt and she was his girl meat.
"Oh, I can't stand. I can't staaaaannnnnd," she hummed.
He drove her. It was thoroughly outrageous. He just rammed his fingers up her cunt and she oiled them with hot, hungry juice and fucked them for him. "Oh, Chuck, dammit, I you we shouldn't-" Her knees trembled, while huge sex thrills played like lightning in her loins. She went a little wild, inhibitions gone, feeling her knees shake, and then she was rising. "I think I think
"Go, go, go," he commanded.
She rode up and out. She twisted against him in pure sex agony and delight. "Oh, Chuck. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her orgasm-hungry body locked and she paid off for him in rich, pulsing throbs of her cunt, squeezing down on his delicious fingers and gasping her pleasure at her taking. It was all so simple. He'd simply locked on her and gone for her primary target and not let her back off, and now she grunted out the last of her releasing spasms and her belly felt like absolute gold in the after-glow. "Ohhhhhh," she said, subsiding.
"Good," he said. "Our game's well started." He let her go and began to remove his clothes. She staggered to the bed and fell on it, noticing that it was at an odd position, but not caring. She knew very well that Chuck Webster was now going to fuck her but she doubted that she could stop him. Maybe she didn't want to! Things were so miserable with Tom; her life in Cranfield so limited. Now he was talking about some kind of a plan and money. My God, did he think he could buy her for money? She certainly wasn't going to respond to that. She was a rich man's daughter. Her father was dead and she was poor, but she knew what money meant; she was neither a whore, nor a dumb shop girl impressed by big numbers.
He came to her naked. She had to catch her breath when she saw his cock. It was big, it was hard, and it had a slight bend in it that made it very erotic. His balls were big and tight altogether a formidable tool for a girl to master.
"Chuck, I don't know what you're doing to me, but I really can't manage that," she babbled. "Sure, I needed a little relief maybe, but I've never cheated on Tom. I don't want to start. As for the m-m-money "
Her boots were off, and her pantyhose and panties came off in one wild sweep. She felt the coolness of the air on her still-wet cunt. He threw her on her face and began to unzip her dress.
"Chuck, dammit, I'm telling you I'm not having sex with you, or becoming your partner, or looking for any money, none of that."
"I understand." Zippppp! Her dress flew over her head and she was struggling out of it like a little girl being put to bed by her father. She wanted her arms free to protect her vulnerable parts so she let him take that. Then he held her down and undid her bra. She was crying, not so much in distress as anger and fear.
"This could ruin your career," she yammered at him. "You're officially raping me, and I can tell the home office."
"You sexy little pussy," he said. "I've creamed over you in my mind so often over the months that I'm almost crazy. I'll take twenty years to finally get my first Kathy-fuck."
Then they were struggling on the top of the bed, wordlessly, she trying to back off from him and keep her legs locked, panting in her effort. That menacing, huge prick floated before her eyes making her dizzy. His masturbation had by no means satisfied her cunt; she was hot and she knew it.
Then he got her legs apart and that horrifying big blade was pressing at her wet cunt lips, about to shove in. She thrust up against him. "Chuck. PLEASE, PLEASE!" she begged.
He stopped. He looked down at her, poised at her privates, his face flushed with desire. "Listen to me sugar child. Your life is in a mess. Tom's life is in a mess. I've been ordered by the Chicago office to fire him. It happens that I'm in a kind of a mess, too, and that's why I made this plan. It all fits. You have to trust me."
Then he gave a great shove and she cried out in wonder as she felt her vagina walls part for his lusty prick. The friction was maddeningly delightful, and in spite of herself she was letting him press her back on the bed for his fuck.
Yet even as he fuck-opened her cunt and began to grunt in joyous fervor she was denying him and his plan. Men were such drips. Her father, losing all of his money. Her dumb brother and his failures. Tom, so golden and so eager, and now flopping around like a miserable fish. They got more and more desperate, and she was sure that this Chuck Webster was just more of the same. Fuck him she might have to do, partly her own fault for letting her pipes get so rusty, so hungry, partly Tom's fault. All right. One roll in the hay didn't take away her power.
"Ah, ah, ah,". Chuck was in seventh heaven, and she was pleased to see that at least he didn't like about wanting her. Here was a man fulfilling a long-held dream if she ever sensed it. His face showed total bliss, and his cock grooved into her cunt as if she were the only woman on earth; yet Chuck Webster could get plenty of sexy women. His plan was probably no more than a murky plot to get her to bed. But as he thrust into her and she had to lift her loins to receive that hungry cock, she realized with panic that he was after more than just getting his rocks off. He wanted her to feel it deeply and he wanted her to enjoy it.
Kathy Lewis cried: "No, no, no." She remembered too well the one time in her life she'd fallen under the spell of a dominating male. That was in college and Art Talbert had completely dominated her and almost wrecked her life. He drove her car, he took money from her, and he screwed some of the other girls and let her know it. Yet so great was his cock that it took her almost a year to get away from him.
"I tell you-" Chuck panted. "We're going to be partners!" She felt his fierce lust to dominate her and impress her, to make her hot box open up to white heat to where she was completely thrilled with his cock.
"Come for you that's all," she gritted. Since Art, she'd been on her guard for the kind of man who might capture her total sexuality. Most men begged her favors, so great were her looks. Most went begging. Tom Lewis was gentle. With Tom there was love and laughter and Kathy always felt comfortable, in control.
With this man, there were hidden dangers, dark and mysterious things that he wanted her to do...
Oh, oh, oh, was there ever such a thrusting prick? And Chuck literally wallowed in her other charms. He robbed her mouth of saliva with slobbering kisses. He sucked and teased her breasts with his hot tongue, making her rise and rise in hotter response.
"God, I love your body ... tits ... mouth ... person," he grunted at her. "Kathy, for months I knew we had to do..."
"Please not so hard," she begged. "I love Tom. I don't really want to do this." But the heavenly friction sent rich feelings of fulfillment deep into her being. She hadn't had such sex excitement since that early time. Didn't want it! But but-
He fucked her more slowly now and she felt his burning blade pleased with the tight clutch of her vagina, and his pleasure at dominating her loins, making her dance to his tune. "Ah, ah, ah, Chuck," she stuttered. He would hang her up there and take her slowly, slowly. For him longer moments of that thrilling cunt friction on his blade. For her it meant a higher, hotter orgasm. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have the Big O where her body twisted, her mouth whined and her being felt pierced to its inner core.
"I won't give to you," she managed.
"Got to have it all," was his response.
Then she shivered as his finger between her buttocks began to play with her hole. There were rich nerves back there and a stroking finger could add bliss to the action in her pleasure-soaked cunt.
"Ah, no, damn, oh, Chuck," she said, trying to move so as to get her rear hole off his finger.
"Want your guts," he said rubbing the added fire into her body. God, she was hot enough to sear steel! This time she would have to give him what he wanted the pleasure of a delicious, delighted fucked bitch loving every inch of his cock.
"I'm going to come!" she cried, hoping to fool him. He would speed up and burst. Because Mr. Charles Webster was in bad shape himself. He trembled and he keened his pleasure like a bull in the pasture, fuck dominating his cow.
Yet he wasn't fooled. He just kept up his slow, maddening thrusts lifting her and lifting her. Kathy was being driven to the limits of her feminine being, no matter which way she turned. She began to grunt helplessly. "Oh, no, oh, oh, oh, Chuck," she whimpered. Her mind no longer would work. She was fuck-crazed and unable to resist his power.
"Fu fuck me faster," she ordered. "Take me, hurry, oh, I'm dying, Chuck. Oh, please PUHLEEEZZZE!"
Chuck Webster knew what to do. His powerful loins pulled back and thrust that stiff, riding prick into her faster and faster and still he wouldn't break. High, high, high-
It was going to happen, some distant thought in her mind told her. She felt the tremendous squeeze all along her nervous system. "You are you are-" she started. Then: "OH, GLORY! HEAVENLY, FUCKING GLORY, I'M GOOOOOOOIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNG!" Her breathing stopped, she lifted his heavy body off the bed with her fuck-lock and held him whimpering in her delicious orgasm. The runs of thrills were fantastic. THROB, THROB, THROB, with her heart pounding, her mouth slobbering, her eyes tearing and her body jerking as if she were spastic. Throb, throb, throb, the mad pleasure just kept going on and on..."AHHHHH," went the mindless creature, paying off with every atom of lust in her being.
Slowly, out of the pink, heavenly mists, she saw his face appear before her again. Something was wrong with the man. His eyes bugged out. Forehead sweat ran down his cheeks. His mouth was open, trying to get air, but he couldn't get any in his lungs. It was as if someone had thrust a sharp, wounding sword into his belly.
Spurt!
It was all his pleasure at making her give him her Big O and then seeding her belly. Spurt, spurt, spurt. "KATHY, KA A A A AATHEEEEEE!" he keened. "TAKE IT ALL. POURING MY GUTS INTO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. The virile cock just kept pumping the hot male liquid into her cunt, a live muscle using her and deep gutting her with his stains to prove his ownership. Kathy could only hang in there and take his bursts which gave her additional throbs of ecstasy. It was a master fuck and very, very dangerous for her, but there was nothing she could do about it, because he'd reached her rutting, ultimate female and won.
For a long time they lay fuck-locked, gasping for air and sweating against each other. At last he said: "Fantastic. Better than I dreamed," and got off of her. She lie there, wiggling her toes in the marvelous afterglow. "You wanted me," she said dully. "You finally got me. Now can I go home, Chuck?"
"You can go home, Kathy." He was dressing. "That's enough for one night. Tomorrow we'll get together and I'll explain to you how we can make each other happy, save your marriage, and make you rich."
She was afraid of that. Some dumb male idea that would foul her up with her boss, the City Manager of Cranfield. "Lam going to be very busy tomorrow," she said.
"I'll be in touch."
She dressed quickly and got out of there. He watched her with his enigmatic smile, daring her to defy him and say she wouldn't do his thing. But she didn't want to fence with him. That had lost her points every time, back in the days of Art Talbert. Her body felt good now. Her soul felt bleak and desolate.
In the driveway at home, she stopped her car and sat there, weeping. She felt Chuck's jism leak out of her cunt staining her panties and pantyhose. This house, Tom's job, her life in Cranfield that was to have been so fulfilling it was threatened now by this sadistic man who had overcome her physically and now planned to overcome her mentally and make her his tool.
After her cry, she felt better. There was a time to give in; she'd had to give in because her body had its needs. But there was also a time to fight. She was no longer a silly coed in college, but a mature woman of twenty-five with a home, a husband, a future to protect. Mr. Chuck Webster might've won his first battle, but the war was a long way from over!
CHAPTER TWO
After Kathy had been gone for some minutes, the mirrored door of the closet opened and Dolly Scales stepped into the room. "Oh, my goodness, my goodness, my goodness," she said.
Chuck sat there in his shorts, grinning at her. "I told you I could make it happen, Sis."
Dolly wore a silver pants-suit that emphasized her boyish figure. Chuck noticed that it was damp between the legs.
"You could also ruin everything by caring too much for our precious little Kathy," she said. "In the beginning, I thought you just wanted the money. Now I think that winning Kathy's love is what you're really after."
"Both, Sis. You can't separate them." Chuck felt so great he wanted to jump up and down in delight. Month after month he'd dreamed of putting his plan into action, and now he was moving and the first step had been a huge success. His whole body still tingled from the luscious fuck with the girl.
"All right," she said. "I didn't think you could take her to bed, and you did. But there's still a long way to go." She fixed drinks for them and watched him carefully.
He scrabbled her short blonde hair with his hand. "I know what's going on in your busy little head, Sis. You love Kathy as much as I do. You want to fuck her as hotly as I did just now. You think I might change my mind and keep her all to myself."
"It won't be the first time you've screwed me up," she said. "Besides the whole scheme is very dangerous. We could all end up in jail. You, me, Kathy and my husband, Frank."
"I'll bet you'd risk twenty years in jail just to spend one night cuddled in bed with Kathy," he grinned at her.
She sighed. It was all too true. Ever since she'd first set eyes on Kathy, she'd been attracted to that fantastic girl-tail. like all good, lusty letches, it had started slowly, the way she liked Kathy's soft mouth. The she found herself noticing those full young breasts and wondering what the girl's nipples looked like, what it would feel like to touch them, kiss them and manipulate them. At last she began to hunger for the graceful pink slit concealed under Kathy's pelvic shelf. She wanted to love all of the innocent young housewife and secretary.
"It's crazy," she'd laughed to her older brother. "Most wives are jealous of their husband's secretaries. They're afraid of those office high-jinks. In this case, it's me that lusts for Frank's secretary while he keeps hands off."
Chuck, who knew his younger sister's bisexuality very well, laughed. "You'd burn her out. Better to let Frank have a piece of the action."
"Nobody's going to climb that wonderful little creature easily," she told him.
"Wrong. You are, and so am I. Frank? Probably no." And Dolly had felt her heart beat faster.
Just now she'd enjoyed wondrous thrills in seeing Kathy stripped naked and taken to orgasm by Chuck. For the first time she got a look at the glamorous figure that burned in her dreams, the breasts, the belly, the cunt, all exposed. And what was better she had enjoyed the deep privilege of seeing Kathy's body involved and used in a sexual way. When Chuck held the girl and jacked her off facing the two-way mirror, Dolly, inside the closet had been impelled to put her finger on her own cunt and job herself. It seemed as if those young, hot loins were thrusting for her.
Then came the incredible delight of seeing Kathy's body nude, and the exquisite pleasure of seeing Kathy submitting to her brother. Dolly had forgotten how hot and virile Chuck could be, and very soon, in her closet, her fingers were plunging between her legs.
As the lovers rose, she rose. She could by no means last as well as they could. She ached so much to be in the scene with them that she took herself faster and faster and burst with orgasm in her hot, solitary prison. It had been so powerful that she had to lean against the inside door frame after her spasms to recover. Then, hot eyes fixed on young Kathy's struggling body, she continued to rub herself as she drank in each and every movement Kathy made, imagining herself in Chuck's place.
Until this moment she'd doubted whether Chuck's plan could be made to work. It seemed too complicated to her, and it all hinged upon Kathy Lewis and Chuck being able to turn her on physically.
Well, Kathy was turned on, at least a little. Further down the road, Dolly meant to be the one fucking in the girl's saddle and if nothing else came from Chuck's plan, that would be an exquisite reward.
Chuck now put both his hands on Dolly's small breasts and said: "Well, do I get my reward?"
She almost dropped her glass. "Oh, Chuck, you can't be serious. "You've just had a hot fuck with our luscious friend. You certainly don't expect any more sex especially not from me."
"Of course not," he grinned. He kept manipulating her breasts, which was a wicked thing to do. Most people thought that a woman's breasts were sensitive according to their size, but it wasn't true. At least not for Dolly. Her small, well-shaped breasts were tremendously sensitive and sex-actuating. Furthermore, she'd just witnessed a hot fuck scene and she was stirred up. She pulled his hands away.
"Chuck, forget it. You've already had your big night. Besides, we haven't touched each other for years."
His hands were back on her blouse, unfastening the buttons as he stood behind her at the mirror as he'd done with Kathy. "No, Dolly, we haven't. Remember that first time-"
She remembered. She'd always loved her big, handsome brother, and it burst into flame the year she was sixteen. She'd just begun dating and was in love with love, and all the exciting petting that went with it. Chuck, older, was also in the midst of his early years of passion. One afternoon they got into a wrestling match over a disputed record album. Before they knew it, their hot young bodies ached for each other. Chuck had fucked her right there on the living room sofa in a glorious sex bout.
It had scared the youngsters afterward. Not only was it incest, there was fear of making her pregnant. They avoided further sex until Chuck learned the delights of oral sex, which he lost no time in teaching the young sister who adored him. For almost a year they enjoyed suck sex off and on.
Now back in the motel room in Cranfield, Chuck felt inside his sister's blouse and kneaded her breasts again, enjoying the feel of those strong nipples burning into the palms of his hands. "Remember, Sis, how I brought you off once by just hugging you and rubbing your tits?"
"I remember," she said with a laugh as she pulled his hands out of her blouse. "But I wasn't married then. Besides, the way you're so high up there tonight, you'd probably want to fuck me. I can't go home to Frank with my belly filled with another man's juices."
"Look at you, Sis. You slump your shoulders, you've got faint circles under your eyes, and your voice is too loud. Tension, my dear. You're going into your bull dyke stage again."
"No, I'm not." She hated to have him bring that up. In her first marriage when things had gone bad, she'd turned to other women instead of men. She knew that bothered Chuck. Men understood adultery, but not lesbianism. The funny thing was, she was really bisexual, first eager for men, then eager for girls. That time had just been one of her stages.
"You had one marriage break up and you're two years into your second, already looking for girl meat all over town. I've seen you when Kathy Lewis comes into a room. Your face turns red and your knees shake."
"I sure do want a little sip of that gorgeous creature."
"I hope you're taking care of Frank Scales. I introduced you to him."
"Look, Chuck, everything's fine. I appreciate everything you've done. After my St. Louis marriage broke up, you pulled me together in Chicago. Got me a job, gave me your friends, even invested my divorce settlement money."
"And found you Frank Scales to marry."
"And found me Frank Scales to marry."
"Now all I want tonight," he said, "is to stick my cock in your face." He was still dressed only in his shorts and she felt his big hard-on, prodding her back.
She burst out laughing. "So that's what's behind all this attack. All these memories. Sister seduction. No, Chuck. We gave that up years ago. Even when I came to Chicago we didn't do anything, remember? No, let's leave all of that in the past."
"If you say so." He picked up one of his neckties lying on top of his opened suitcase and flipped it around her throat. "You've got a man, and you only want to attract women. So let's find a tie that goes with a bull dyke suit like you've got on." He began to tie the tie around her neck.
Dolly felt nervous whenever her brother got into some of his sadistic humor. "It is a nice tie," she said doubtfully.
He worked the knot up to her throat then gave it a tug that cut off her wind and hurt her. "Up tight, Sis!"
She jerked back with a cry that was cut off and worked the knot loose, gasping. "Chuck, what do you think you're doing?" The tight knot had made tears come to her eyes.
"Making you look like a pretty butch." He pushed her against the wall so she couldn't escape and tightened the knot again. Desperately she loosened it again, gasping and began to slide to her knees. Dolly Scales understood her brother very well. She took his cock out of his shorts and ran her hands down the hot, hard meat. It was a beautiful piece of sex meat, one that other men might well envy. A solid eight inches with a good diameter and, of course, that slight bend in it that made it so sexy. Big veins fed the rich blood into the strong muscle.
She dabbed the cock head with her pink tongue and felt a thrill. "You have a silky, sullen mouth," he said. "I love to see my prick riding into it." As it now did, as she took the cock head into her mouth and gave a tentative suck. So many years! She'd often thought that Chuck's cock head had many more pleasure nerves than most men had. And powerful glands. His big balls that had recently emptied into Kathy's guts were tight again with joy fluid. In a way he was a creature of his powerful sex equipment.
"Ah, oh, that feels so good," he said.
She stopped. "Chuck, do you think it's a good idea glubbbbb!" His cock was back in her mouth, and he reached down and caught the ends of the necktie again, as if to choke her into submission.
She didn't think he really would. The trouble with Chuck was, he was willing to go a step further than most men. You could never be sure. Then she tasted Kathy's dried cunt fluid on Chuck's cock, and began to think that maybe the idea of a little sex wasn't so strange after all.
She rose, holding his prick in her hand, squeezing it with her velvety saliva on it. "Let's get on the bed. All I ask is that you leave my cunt alone, please, Chuck."
"Sure." He led her to the bed, but when she tried to distance herself from him to suck between his legs, he pulled her body close to his and began to undo her pants. "Now, Chuck, you said you wouldn't awwrrrkkkkk!" Pants and pantyhose slid down below her knees. He began to kiss her naked abdomen. "My God, you've still got the skin of a teenager," he cried in delight. He was skinning her out of her panties now. "Oh, Chuck, you promised!" It was no use. She was naked below her waist and had only her blouse on above her waist, which was also open to his hands. He reveled in stroking the length of her body, from her tits to her cunt. She felt his hot needs in those appreciating strokes.
Then he blew on her blonde cunt hairs and dived his tongue into her pink slit that had already wetted from her first mouth capture of his cock. "Oh, Chuck!" she moaned as old memories pressed back on her.
At home, once the Webster kids had learned about oral sex, he liked to catch her at odd moments. Fresh out of the shower, for instance, with her body still gleaming with water before she could towel it off. She'd fight him, of course, and they'd giggle a lot, and the first thing she knew she'd be sitting on the toilet seat clamping his head between her legs and giving him cunt, like a mother gives breast to a baby. Chuck was good. He could drive her from a cold start to a pulsating orgasm in very few minutes, and in her appreciation she'd then pay tribute to his blade as he took her place on the toilet seat with the lid down.
Once her mother had pounded on the door, demanding to come in, while Chuck wallowed in the mush of her cunt. You'd think the young man would've fled out the other door. Not Chuck not when there was sex to be had. The door was locked, so he instructed her to keep her mother busy in conversation while he brought her off. It was one of the craziest times.
"Ah, oh, God!" she moaned in pleasure, and was surprised to find herself back on a bed in a motel in Cranfield on a snowy night with Chuck's tongue once again digging into her cunt. His tongue flicked past her clitoris in that expert way he knew and she rotated her loins in exquisite pleasure. "Oh, Chuck, nobody, nobody at all can suck a woman like you can."
He knew the real secret all right. He'd learned it, he realized as he licked his sister's cunt, from this sexy little blonde sister of his many years ago. With your head thrust between a woman's legs, and your tongue in contact with her sex, you could really sense the delicate loin movements that told you where she was. Women liked a strong, but not brutal, steady stroke. You must stroke at an even pace until you sensed they were tiring of that, because their sex heat rose like a gentle slope on a hill. A guy went up much faster, and he couldn't stand those even strokes as well. He wanted to go faster and harder from the first.
Now the room was filled with the steady "Lap, lap," sound of Chuck's tongue suck-stroking his sister, and her cunt filled and was drained by him and filled again as she writhed in wonderful delight.
"Chuck, you're so good. So gooooooood!" she breathed.
He stopped for a moment. "And you didn't want to do it." Glowing as she was, she had to explain to him. "Chuck I was embarrassed. You see, I don't come to men's tongues any more. Not since I turned bisexual."
"Is that a fact?"
"I'm telling you the truth. I didn't want you to know this, the way you ride me about it."
"You mean I won't be able to cunt-suck you to orgasm."
"That's right. My first husband couldn't do it, neither can Frank. It's like you know I save that for the girls. I can come to a fuck with a man and that's all."
"Well, well."
"Now, Chuck, I didn't mean that as a challenge Oh, OW!" He'd sucked and bitten her clit which felt good and bad at the same time. He rearranged himself alongside of her now for the 69, and his head rested on the inside of one of her thighs, while he reached up and began to stroke her hot, hard nipples. "Mmmmmm, ahhhhh," she went. Her body was really opening up to sex now, getting pretty hot.
"The t-truth is, Chuck, I figured out you were really responsible for my liking chicks. Oh, that feels good! I mean, you won't agree, but you dominated me so much when I was a teenager. You used to suck me off when I didn't want to, remember. Also, you used to make me suck you off and make me swallow your come when I didn't want to. Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! The thing is, I always wanted to be the one to call the tune, but men don't let you.
"Re-re-remember the time I had that date, and he was waiting downstairs and you and you-"
She didn't know if he remembered, but she sure did. The last time in the world you want to have sex is just before going out on a date with someone that you might want to make love to later. There she was, all dressed, all made up, her hair just right, and there was Chuck, grinning and shucking off her panties under her dress. She wasn't strong enough to get free and she was afraid to scream because there were her parents and her date waiting downstairs.
"Boy, I sure didn't feel good that night, Chuck. I could've killed you."
"Later you said it was one of the best orgasms we ever had," he reminded her, easing for a minute.
"I guess it was. I guess I got to thinking how wild and raunchy the whole thing was me on my back on my bed with my brother's mouth sucking the juice out of my box while Dad and Mom and Henry made stiff, polite conversation downstairs. I wondered what they'd think if they had X-ray eyes and could see what was going on in my bedroom."
"You were a mess. Hair all mussed, sweating to make your eyeshadow run down your cheeks, clothes all rumpled..."
She said: "And then Mom came pounding up the stairs to see what was delaying me just as I creamed into a thousand stars. I almost fainted from the excitement."
"Lucky I could reach the door key from the bed. Then I threw that box of powder on you," he said. "You had to have a reason to be all fussed up when you finally let her in."
"That night I could've killed you, but I remember that one that one Ohhhhhh, Chuck."
It was as if time stood still for her, because he had found the old forgotten way of tongue-digging her the way she loved. Some women liked clit action hard and direct, on others it had to be indirect and softer. Chuck was a genius about reading signals like that. Dolly began to ride her loins on his face in strong fuck motions. "Lifting, and so good," she breathed.
He pulled her head around and introduced his cock into her mouth. The smell and the taste of it raised her sex feelings another notch. She held his blade with one hand and his buttocks with the other and began to give service. God, he had a good load built up in his cock reservoir!
Chuck suddenly tongued back in her seam and licked her rear hole. It was like someone had touched her with a hot poker. She jerked her buttocks up and tensed her muscles. "Ohhhhh, my God. Don't do that."
He'd almost made her come. "It makes me nervous to be touched there," she said. "I don't find it sexy at all. You never used to do that."
"Sorry," he said, and went back to reaming her cunt. It had always bothered Dolly that the human rear hole was so close to the joy cunt or cock. It was bad enough to have to take your sex from the same organs that expelled waste, but to have that ugly sphincter so close she was creaming rich cunt flow again. "Oh, oh, oh," she murmured around his cock.
Then he flicked his tongue back once more and began to suck and lick at her ass button! She almost lifted off the bed. "Oh, Chuck, don't do that! Please don't do that. Ah, ah, oh, oh," she positively writhed in her nervous tension to feel that wet tongue on her tenderest opening. He slid his tongue back on her cunt, and her nerves around the base of her anus actually throbbed from his tongue strokes. Was it possible he knew something she didn't know? No one had ever tried to touch her there; it was virgin territory. Here it came again! He had switched back. "Oh, Chuck, Chuuuuuuuck!" she moaned thrilling up to the impertinent tongue that insisted on trying to penetrate her waste hole. My goodness, she hadn't realized the sexy in-tickle feeling it gave. It was like there was some soft core of her that he reached. "Do-do-don't do that!" she insisted. "I don't want me t-t-touched there!"
"Is that an order?" He went back to lapping her cunt. She could still feel the sexy tingle of his tongue reaming her ass. "Chuck, it's dirty and it's smelly."
"Is it?" He parted her buttocks to her embarrassment. "I don't think so. I see an innocent little pucker as red and sweet as your cunt. It maybe smelly and dirty when it has business to do, but in between times it sits there with all those rich nerves waiting for somebody to give it a zingle."
She laughed in her embarrassment and reluctance to discuss that part of her body. "Just stay with the cunnnnnnn ohhhhhhhh!" Somehow her enterprising brother had hooked up the nerves in her cunt with the nerves in her backside and she was lifting, and beginning to glow and pant in real sex distress. He was going to play her and use her and make her give him luscious throbs of surrender by pulling a trick on her she hadn't experienced before.
"Oh, Chuck, ohhhhhh, you're making me so hot. Unfair, bro-brother, dear, unfairrrrr!"
"I've got to suck all the shit out of your hole and drive my tongue up to your stomach," he laughed. "Then I'll eat your cunt off too, and you won't have anything left but a sweet, aching clit."
He was driving her now she realized, just like he used to, with her grunting and twisting and rising for him, singing her song for him, tingling and thrilling and beginning to lock in a massive orgasm.
"No, no, no, no, Chuck. Ahhh. I think it's coming. OH, CHUCK, HERE IT COMES, AND I WON"T BE ABLE TO STANN STAND AHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH!"
She locked in taken bliss. She thrust up her guts happily and surrendered to him with rich, body-shaking throbs, whining in her glee. Her cunt tried to clip his tongue which just kept jabbing to hold her on her mark. Ahhhhh, such a fabulous orgasm. She finally fell off and he let her lie there for a while in her spent stupor, enjoying the glow from the lower part of her body. Far from failing to come for him as she'd thought, she'd given him a master orgasm, as good as she could give. And here came that old feeling of inferiority she always experienced when she had sex with him. The little-girl gratitude, the awe, and the feeling of obligation.
Her girl friends were her equals, sometimes one taking the lead and sometimes the other. Her first husband had been good at sex and it was all right until he got greedy and began to include other women in his sex life. He'd been a little boyish about the whole thing. Frank was an older man, irregular in his sex habits, now hot, now cold, but she could pretty well control him. But Chuck was something apart. He'd catch her, like tonight, when she really didn't want to get involved with him and make her do it, and make her like it, and make her want to service him.
With a sigh, she slid over and took his still hard cock in her mouth. He clutched her legs and began to ride into her mouth as if he were the lord of the manor, imperative and imperial in his cock thrusts. She wanted to bite his cock off. She wanted to take those bull-sized balls in her mouth and grind them between her teeth. Instead, she sucked him pleasingly and heard him mutter his delight. She fluttered her tongue on those rich nerves in his cock head, and licked down his blade until his prick gleamed with a satiny patina. She gently mouthed his balls, feeling the power of the resident charge he carried there. For a wild second she contemplated even licking his ass-hole-
"No," she told herself. "That's not only disgusting but even more subservient."
"Oh, that's good. I wish you could see yourself," he told her. "My prick's p-practically turning purple, going into that sullen mouth of yours. Groove it with your teeth. Ahhhhh, that's good. Groove it harder. Harder! My God, your soft, female lovers have made you too gentle. Suck, baby, suck!"
He strained and rammed his cock deeper into her throat than she wanted to have him go. Choking, tears in her eyes, she pulled loose. "Listen, Chuck, if you want glubbbb!" He forced her back to the suck. "Don't corrupt my orgasm, you crummy sister-bitch, or I'll knock your head off. Suck, suck, suck."
She felt the tremendous rise of his delight, and sensed his belly involuntarily locking a little as he came up the hill to completion. She was almost as excited as he was now, sweating and hot in the face, enjoying the swift thrust of his meat into her eager mouth, driving him to his place of pleasure.
Then Chuck locked, held her head in his fierce grip and cried. "GONE, YOU BITCH, YOU TOOK ME OVER. DRINK, DRINK, DRINK." A burst of sperm gushed into her mouth and he was spending with his old vigor, gushing, spurting, using her, making her drink it all....
CHAPTER THREE
How could such a handsome man have such a soft cock? Kathy had thrown back the covers on the bed to study her husband, Tom. She thought he could've been one of those centerfold pictures in a liberated woman's magazine, because he had no bad features. Long hair in the mod men's style, and regular features, not too handsome, not ugly. Certainly he didn't have the brutish face of that Chuck Webster!
Kathy divided men's body types in three categories as to hair. The very hairy, which she disliked, the average hairy, and the smooth-skinned. Tom belonged to the latter type, as smooth-skinned as Kathy herself. Put that with big shoulders, a flat belly, a good chest and strong, male thighs and calves and you practically had a model. In fact, when he was younger in Chicago, Tom, with his dazzling smile had made some money modeling for an agency.
His cock was big enough, seven inches with a good diameter. Too often lately she saw it as it was now, curled softly between his legs, innocent as it lay in its nest of thick, healthy pubic hair. The balls looked full to her, and she now teased them with her hand, feeling a tingle of sex to hold those sexy testicles.
"Wazzat-" his eyes barely opened.
"Tom. It's six-thirty. Time to get up!" If she could get him into a hot shower on this cold, snowy morning, she might be able to tease him into some morning sex.
"Lemme alone call office, won't be in," he said. He pushed her head away from his belly.
"Oh, Tom!" she wailed. Hangover or not, it was vital to get Tom into his office this morning, with his boss in town and what Chuck had said about Tom being fired by the Chicago office. She didn't believe that; the C-W Company let its Traveling Sales Managers do all the hiring and firing in the various territories. It was really up to Chuck.
She would have to go in and open his office for him. All of the time she was dressing she tried to rouse him, but with no luck. What was worse, the only thing she had to wear that day was her pearl gray pants suit that looked too sexy. She wished she could wear denims, but she had to go on to her own job after opening Tom's office. The suit fit her too snugly and displayed her charms in an almost bawdy way, as if she were looking for sex. Whenever she wore it, her own boss sneaked dirty glances at her, and Horace Benbold, the scatological City Engineer, positively acted rude to her. Well she would just have to fend Chuck Webster off if he showed up early. She left home with reluctance; she'd wanted to wash out the frightening knowledge of her adultery of last night with a good sex time with Tom.
Tom's office was-likewise cold and desolate. She turned on the lights, turned up the heat and made the coffee. Miss Wiggins would be in at nine, and Tom's assistant a little later. The C-W Company made and sold office machines, so the Cranfield office had a repair room in the back where Tom's assistant worked. There were only the three of them, Tom, his assistant and Miss Wiggins, an older woman.
Chuck showed up a few minutes later, all overcoat and boots. "I thought so. No Tom, because of a hangover, but faithful wife steps in." He grinned at her. "You look great, Kathy. It must be all my jism I pumped into you last night. You need sperm in your tank, like a car needs gasoline. Hi test, of course. Premium." How disgusting!
"Please go out and come in again," she said, gritting her teeth. "I'm ashamed of myself for last night. I shall never, never let you touch me again."
He smiled, walked up to her and put a hand on her furry shoulder. "What happens now?"
"All I have to do is write a short letter, a note, to Mr. Scanlon the C-W Vice-president. You know what a prude he is."
He laughed. "You're so right. Here, let me dictate the letter." He tossed a steno pad into her lap. "Dear Mr. Scanlon: On a snowy night in Cranfield, your Mr. Webster fucked me in his motel room, which is no way for a boss to treat his employee's wife. I needed it, and I enjoyed it, but like everybody else I want to eat my cake and have it, too. What's worse, he caught me alone in my husband's office the next morning and fucked me again-"
"Oh, no." Kathy who'd sat there glaring at him jumped up and made for the door. He stopped her digging his hands into the soft fur coat at her shoulders. His eyes had that glow of hot coals again, and that devil sadism was obviously coming to the fore.
"There's nobody else in the building this early, sweets," he told her. His hands went under the coat. "Oh, my God, Kathy. What are you wearing? Fuck pajamas!"
She was scared now, her heart beginning to pound. "I won't take any more of your crude advances."
His hands were sliding down her back. "What'll you do when Tom is fired, Kathy. Go back to Chicago?"
"None of your business." She was trying to disentangle.
"Yes. Back to Chicago while you pound a typewriter and Tom sells neckties in a haberdashery store. You'll live in a grimy apartment
"You said he was fired anyway."
"I can change that. Two days in this cruddy burg and I can sell enough to carry him another month. I've done it before. I know this town."
"I won't have sex with you just to save Tom's job."
"Of course now. I don't blame you. We're after much higher stakes. I told you last night we're partners."
She hoped he wouldn't send his hands down below. He ran his hands down below, cupping her buttocks, luxuriating in the feel of the pearly cloth over her soft buttock muscles. Pressed to his loins, she could feel that hungry cock coming hard again.
"Oh, NO!" she cried and tore loose from him.
She ran back towards the workroom, and he caught her at the door. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him catch up something from one of the desks. She struggled with him again, furious. "Chuck, I'm not going to stand gorrrkkkk!"
He had filled her open mouth with a handful of paper clips. A real big mouthful. At the feel of all that hard metal in her mouth, she froze. That gave him time to reach down and rip off a strip of masking tape from a worktable and seal her lips with one then two broad stripes.
"Mrawwrrrr!" she protested, tears filling her eyes. The clips in her mouth were sharp and uncomfortable, and she dared not swallow for fear one of those sharp pieces of metal would slide down her throat. Then he reached down behind her knees, broke them, and gently laid her on the floor. As she went down under him, he pulled her fur coat halfway back so it locked her arms. Then he sat on her stomach. She was completely at his mercy, her arms locked by the coat and then pushed under her out of the way and pinioned by her body on top of which he sat.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she managed, shocked, scared and filled with despair.
He calmly began to unbutton her blouse. "The way I treat you honey," he said, "you wouldn't think I love you. The fact is, I think you're the brightest, most beautiful and sexy woman I ever saw in my life. When I first laid eyes on you I knew I had to bring you into my life. So I recruited Tom for the C-W Company. And eventually got him assigned to Cranfield. Then Scales' first wife died and there was my sister oh, it all fits honey, believe me."
She felt the coolness of the air as he stroked her bare flesh. What could she do? This maniac was going to use her body again and it would be the end of her world, as she knew it. The police, the District Attorney, publicity, Tom fired, and the whole town buzzing about the rape ... but all she could think about right now was getting all that dangerous metal out of her mouth. If she struggled too hard-
His weight was killing her. When he skinned off her boots and then her pants she had to help him. The first thing she said was. "My feet are cold."
The floor was like ice. He let her put on her boots and she felt humiliated to realize she made a very pretty, sexy picture for him in her bra, her panties and her boots.
"Kathy," he said sadly, "I once had a female cat who broke a leg. It was very sad, because to help her I had to hurt her. I had to immobilize her and bind her leg, and she couldn't stand that. She wanted to limp around the world on that broken leg, making herself an ugly cripple."
"Leave me alone," she wailed as he advanced on her. She struck at him, but he was too powerful, more like an athlete than an office worker. Shocked, humiliated, she sank into his arms helplessly. "Please don't do this to me. Please stop using my body. I don't love you. I don't want you."
He held her, stroking her back gently and she felt his hard-on again, so strongly punching up in his pants that he might as well have been naked.
"Kathy, believe me. I love you, but that's not the whole story. You're the key. You can change my life for the better, and Frank Scales' and Dolly's, and Tom's and your own. But I have to have complete domination over you. I have to train you to accept anything from me and do exactly what I require of you. There's a wonderful, juicy omelet to be savored in Cranfield for all of us. I have to break some eggs."
He held her nylon-clad buttocks tightly, rocking on her belly, thrilling his cock. All she could do was moan: "Not this way."
He ran his hand under her buttocks, inside her panties to find her cunt and stroke it. "This way the only way. Completely my own!"
Her cunt was dry and then began to wet as he stroked her. Nerves all shaken, she was surprised to find her box oiling up easily. He'd broken through the normal reserve that the sexes hold up as a shield against each other, putting his demands on her.
"What do you want?" she wailed.
He stopped rubbing her cunt and undid her bra to free her glorious breasts. "Your nipples," he said and set them on fire with his mouth. "Your mouth." He kissed her and she had to let his tongue go in a little way. "Your cunt," he murmured and rubbed her slit again, starting her sex fires. "Your ass," he said and teased her rear button with his finger.
"Tell me your scheme," she said, trying to get her loins away from that sexy embrace. Her belly was already on fire."
"Turn around, put your hands on that desk and close your eyes," he said. "We'll do this, first."
She did as he bid, almost willingly. He was obviously going to give her a quick fuck from behind as she bent over the desk. This way she wouldn't have to take that commanding tongue in her mouth, nor feel his teeth nibbling her nipples to make her gush with pleasure. Best to get it quickly over. The desk felt cold to her hands and she shivered. The office was warmer now, but not warm enough. His fuck would change that.
For Chuck as he undressed, staring at her back and sexy ass, it was a climatic moment. There were some women whose rears drove him crazy. Kathy's was one of them. Her buttocks were full and springy, the crack deep and inviting. Her back thighs were exquisite. Chuck Webster always had believed that to really dominate a woman you had to be able to shove your cock in her three major holes, her cunt, her mouth and her ass-hole. If you could get it off in her body in all these ways it meant she was open to you even if she didn't love you. It was all he could ask.
He used some hand lotion sitting on one of the desks to grease her crack and his cock, thrilling to the feel of her stubborn little pucker. Her loin mass was voluptuous enough to take his cock in the rear without tearing her gut walls, but that tight little sphincter was going to be unhappy for a while.
"Ah!" She moved uncertainly. It seemed to her Chuck had mistaken her cunt hole, as he rubbed so much of the cold cream in her crack. But now she was flowing real well; so why did he need it. "You've got me wet," she said sullenly. "Go ahead with your machine fuck."
Then she felt his cock knob prodding at her tight sphincter. "You've got the wrong hole," she laughed, in spite of herself. "Ohhhhh, that's like a goose and making me shiver!"
"Uh."
Her sphincter parted a little, accepting a bit of his cock head. "Chuck! she cried. Pain shot over her lower parts.
"Don't tell me you've never had c-c-c-cock in that sexy little butt," he managed.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she wailed in horror. She tried to fight loose of his embrace, feeling the imperative dig of that savage blade. "Ah, ah, ah," she grunted feeling the wounding prick forcing her. She concentrated on locking her muscle against it.
He did something that had to do with the desk drawers. Then with a swift motion he lifted both her hands, pulled her back and forced those hands into the desk drawers, one on each side. He closed the drawers on her wrists. "Oh, God!" she moaned, struggling. She pulled her left hand out, but he slammed the right drawer on her wrist. Pain made her whole body tense.
"Put your left hand back," he ordered, as he ground her right wrist with the drawer.
"Ow, oh, oh, oh!" The pain was too much. She put her left hand back in the drawer where it was at his mercy. He was plastered to her back now, a hot, raging male with the hungry rape-prick. "Listen to me Kathy," he gritted. "I'm going to fuck your ass. Even if I have to break one of your wrists, or both of them."
She gave a cry of despair, but she knew she'd have to submit. The pain on her arm was too great. She relaxed her loins and felt the great prick head violate her sphincter.
"Uuuuuuuuu," she went with a low down animal grunt. His gristle brought searing pain to her gut. He kept punching, gasping in delight. Oh, what fun men had with their pricks, opening the tender holes in woman's bodies, she thought. "Oh, God, God, God." Slowly, slowly his great cock drove her tight sphincter into its lens-opening action.
"When I fuck your hole open it won't hurt," he promised. "God, you've got a sexy ass. Squeeze your buttocks; that feels good to me."
She squeezed her buttocks, not because she wanted to, but because it would make the whole, horrid nightmare end sooner. He crooned as he felt her helpless, smooth buttocks tense against his thighs. He must really feel male superior to be fucking up into her most private hole and making her service him. "Oh, oh, oh."
Now he'd gone back to stroking her cunt under and around her hip and Kathy felt the first tweaks of pleasure since he'd greased her. Now she conspired with him to open her sealed gut for his pleasure, she grunting the most as she impaled herself on that indominitable prick, shuddering to feel it groove so deeply into her body. Reluctantly her sphincter gave way, her walls receded to accept his invasion.
"Oh, my God, your body heat," he moaned in pleasure. "Your deep-gut body heat."
"Ah, ah, ah," she went. She felt his pelvis rammed tight to her buttocks. She had his whole cock up in her gut. The pain had lessened and it continued to lessen. Her rear felt full, slightly overcome, but the heat of his prick was interesting. Then he drew it back and she cried out in delight. It was surprising but the natural expel motion made her sphincter give her a sexy burn. After all her back muscle was made to feel good at expelling material and grinding down on his prick as she forced it out of her gut felt exquisitely sexy, especially as he continued to stroke her cunt. He fucked into her ass-hole again, and Kathy said, "It feels weird!" It did, but it delighted her in a perverse way. She knew that servants and slaves got a hick out of their master's power, empathizing with his control, imagining Chuck's prick must feel to rape up her helpless back hole, push aside muscle and gut and take the sexy friction of piercing her.
"You-you-you fucking my ass!" she cried in wonder. She was getting hot now.
"I love every inch of you, Kathy. Your a-ass is a sexy part of you. I've got to have that too."
Kathy now became amazed at the thrills his cock was bringing her. Once the raw shock of his unique way of invading her body was over, his fucking of her ass began to stimulate her. It was a tender area, and his meat was hot and eager, creating new warmth in her lower regions. Of course the walls of her intestines were inflexible and couldn't provide the delight of her cunt but the grease and her natural juices provided a weird sort of friction that made her glow.
"Oh, it feels so funny!" she said, sensing her legs trembling. It was an after-reaction; the worst had now happened to her, and she was still alive, she was still Kathy Lewis, and she was feeling good.
His finger reaming her empty cunt made her glands squeeze out copious oil, and he managed to work her clitoris so that fuck-delight rose in her abdomen. "Ah, hah," she went.
"S-sosexy ah, ah, ah." Chuck pumped faster now.
She had found that if she tensed her buttocks each time he fully penetrated her it lifted her excitement. His breathing was ragged and she could feel the strong thudding of his heart against her back. It was warm enough in the office now. Too warm! She realized that he'd forced her up almost to her rutting heat. There was the fantastic sound too, a gentle slogging sound of human meat penetrating other human meat. Oh, he had her in a tight ass-lock, that was for sure. Her buttocks quivered and they both sensed her coming orgasm in that involuntary spasm of her nerves.
"I think I think-" she panted.
"What?"
"You're going to d-drive me crazy, Chuck." She was going into her rutting female animal now. "Fu-fuck me faster," she said. "Please, Chuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-"
Her loins were white hot, and she no longer thought about what was happening where. His masterful cock thudded into her and she took the friction with thrilling waves of dizzy delight, her whole belly filled with hot, glowing bliss, eager for more, more, more...
"You sexy little bitch I've reached you. I'm taking you, you love it," he keened in delight. He stopped frigging her cunt and hugged her tightly to him with born arms, as they became one fuck-hungry animal. Yet the force of his cock action still moved her cunt, still moved her clit and she was so hot that it was more than enough.
"I want to open aallll the way for you," she panted. "I want you have it all. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." She worked her butt now on his piston driving backwards as he drove into her, pulling back as he pulled back. That doubled the force of the friction and she was being whipped up into a wild, happy fuck heaven where all that counted was satisfying the deep animal hunger of her body. This man could use you to the limits you'd never reached before!
Then her guts were a white hot seething mass of nerves as she was driven by his plunging prick into her body lock.
"Oh, Chuck, so h-hot, so impossssibbbblle," she cried. "Oh, I'm going. I don't think I can hold how did you manage oh, my dear God, it's going to happen. HAPPEN!" She was screaming now for the first time she could remember. Her whole body tensed in one aching mass of orgasmic splendor. She hung on the brink of orgasmic heaven.
No woman had ever tested Chuck so thoroughly. He had thought he could seduce her, even bring her a fairly good orgasm in spite of the outrage to her soft behind. But this was fantastic! Beyond a certain point, this woman was a satisfying, hot bitch who could give herself in fury if a man had the nerve to make her open up.
"Hang there, Kathy. Hang in your freeze," he ordered. Now her smooth buttocks against his thighs were warm marble, absolutely locked in sex tension that was almost frightening. It was like she'd been struck by a bullet and the shock-freeze went on and on. Meanwhile, he drove his prick fiercely into her, forcing her to hang onto that state of suspension that was the first part of the most heavenly orgasms, the moment of truth before the joyful end.
THROB. Her cunt and her ass-hole together, a giant spasm that squeezed his cock. "Oh, oh, oh."
"Ka-Kathy," he mumbled almost in protest. His own sex nerves were hugely stimulated by that strong vibration. THROB. "Ah, oh, no!" he cried. To feel her succumb to his prick was the sweetest sensation he'd ever experienced. She was keening; it was one long note of happiness: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Then she expired, collapsing under him, in a joyful run of delicious little earthquakes that made her whimper. "Mmmmmmmmmm." He had the field to himself.
Three more luscious strokes in her now quiescent body, dominating male fucking off in his taken woman. Then his own magnificent fuck-lock. The bursting, proud knowledge that he owned all her beauty had taken every inch of her flesh that could be taken. "KATTHHHHHHHEEEEE, kaaaattheeeeeee!" he went. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Oh, it felt so good to seed her guts with that hot sperm!
He hugged her tightly and worked off deep gut shots of come up into her bowel, feeling her squirm as she received, had to receive, his hot stuff. He had taken her where she didn't want to go, stripped her, violated her unmentionable hole and squirted his manhood deep in her body in proof of his ownership of the kid. He felt absolutely king of the world in the good glow of his loins after pumping her full of his unwanted jism. Jism that he ended up making her want.
She was dressed again, and so was he. She walked around the office, shaking her head. Her behind really hurt now, after the heat of the action. like an athlete who doesn't feel the blows of the game until the action stops, she was now sensing the outrageous use of her gut by his prick. She knew the wounding hadn't been vital, the soreness would fade, of course. But the invasion of her ego that was different.
"I can still feel it," she told him. "The way your stuff kept going off in me. Way up, I mean. like hot wax, or something. I can't understand why you delight in destroying me with your obscenities."
"You hate me now. In a few days, you'll feel differently." He produced a white envelope that looked fat and she could see that there was money in it, lots of money. He said: "In about an hour, you'll be at your own job at Frank Scales office. You are to read the note in here, have him read it and give him the money."
She laughed. "Chuck, you're insulating my intelligence and his. Frank happens to be the most honest City Manager in the whole state. Every month somebody has an envelope with a note and some money. Don't you know that?"
"Not like this one."
"They all say that. Frank has even won an award as the finest city manager in the region. To live up to that alone would make anything dishonest impossible for him."
"Give it to him."
"Why don't you?"
"You have to do it. Me I have to go out on this miserable, cold morning and make some sales that your husband Tom, lolling in his warm bed, should be out making. I've taken my pleasure; I'll also do my work. I've recruited you to do the same."
She went to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Chuck," please don't ask me to do this. Tell me you love me and couldn't help raping me last night and today. Tell me I was love-hungry and once you got my guard down I wanted you. It was good for me. Your sperm in my body confirms my womanhood. That and helping Tom keep his job is enough. I'll get after him, I'll get him going somehow, and I won't make any fuss about your mistreating me sexually. I was a proud, suffering martyr; you ended that. But don't go into his other."
He slapped her face. "Don't try to seduce me, you bitch. The plan's set, the action's started. You don't have any choice, because I'll take any steps I have to in order to make you think my way."
He buttoned his coat and walked out of the office without a backward look. She sat there for a long time, feeling the pain in her cheek, feeling the pain in her butt, sensing that they were subsiding. Knowing that he was determined she should suffer more pain if she didn't knuckle under.
At last she took the envelope and read the contents.
CHAPTER FOUR
On that same morning that Kathy tried and failed to have sex with her husband before going to his office, Dolly Scales opened her legs to accept the prick of her husband, Frank Scales.
"Uh, oh, oh, so good," said Frank, driving his blade into the blonde's cunt. Her sexual tension relieved the night before by the hot suck with her brother, Dolly relaxed with indulgence to allow this morning sex. She'd gotten home too late last night to satisfy him, but it was a good way to start the day on a snowy midwinter morning. She guessed she was entering another phase when cock meant more to her than cunt, turned on by Chuck's use of her sexuality.
Her cunt flowed wetly and she thrust up her loins to get the full effect of her husband's hard-on. She only wished the forty-give year old man wouldn't strain so hard. She'd never expected him to be a stud. But he was so aware of her youth and beauty that he always made it a federal case. As he was now doing.
"Ah, Frank, your prick makes my belly fuck-hot! Do it, do it, lover!" she enthused. She was getting plenty hot from his thrusts.
But she was destined to be disappointed just as Kathy had been by her husband. Sweating and grunting to his limit, Frank Scales began to fade. Dolly felt his softening prick and held her breath. "Awwww, nooooo," complained Frank and thrust faster and harder. Instead of the fuck action restoring his hard-on, the opposite happened. His cock got softer and softer. Presently he lost friction contact entirely.
"Oh, Dolly, I'm sorry, damn it!" he cried, both angry and embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, honey," she said, patting his head. "Everybody misses once in a while."
"I'm getting old. I'm going to lose my sex power. I'm going to lose you."
"No way," she laughed. "You don't have to fuck to keep me. At least, not very often."
Frank didn't understand that, of course. He didn't know about his wife's letch for girls. It so happened that Dolly Scales, more than any woman in Cranfield could exist on minimum husband-sex, but she could never tell him why. The City Manager had a narrow view of sex. "Sex is only a part of love," she'd told him many times. "Also, with you, Frank, it goes in cycles. You'll run hot for a while and then cool for a while. So quit trying to be a stud."
But he paid her no attention. His day was already ruined now, and he went grumpily off to work. With a sigh, Dolly decided she'd just have to endure. Maybe take a bath later, and when her step-daughter left the house, relieve her frustrated loins with a vibrator...
When Frank got to work, it was even worse. Kathy Lewis, his secretary, of whom he stood in considerable awe because of her beauty, had chosen today to wear one of her sexiest outfits, her pearl gray pants suit. Looking at her charms, Frank was aware of his full balls and his sore cock. One of the maddening things about being older was you wanted to get it off, your balls were full, but you couldn't get hard. Complete frustration!
Fortunately she wasn't showing her sunny personality on a day when he didn't feel sunny. She seemed subdued and withdrawn, almost shy to face him, and after they'd exchanged greetings, she stayed in her own outer office.
There was a white envelope on Frank's desk, with a stack of bills in it and a long letter. Frank read the letter with a sinking heart and then summoned Kathy.
"You brought this in?"
"Yes."
"You counted the money."
"Yes."
"Why didn't my stupid, goddam brother-in-law bring it himself? Then I could've blasted him apart."
"That's why. I tried to tell him."
Frank took the envelope, the letter and the money and tossed all of it into his wastebasket in contempt. "I always knew he'd pull some dumb shit stunt like this someday. I kept hoping he wouldn't. You certainly know it's pure crap."
To his satisfaction, she looked pleased. "Exactly what I thought," she said. "He's a sex-crazy, stupid Chicago ass-hole!"
For the first time that day, he smiled. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, Kathy," he said. "I'll take care of Dolly's part in it too. I'll blister her bottom on this." He reached for his phone while Kathy made her escape. So much for the great stud, Chuck Webster, she thought in triumphant vindication. Poor Dolly, to have such a brutish brother!
Frank watched Kathy go, trim in her outfit, and knew he loved her almost as much as his pretty young wife ... and she was sensible, too!
Later that morning, jacking himself off in his private bathroom, Frank felt a little more kindly towards his brother-in-law. Ohhh, he had it hard now. All he had to do was think of that Kathy and the way the soft material of her clothing followed her body contours and he got a young man's prick. He was doing his favorite fantasy, where he and Kathy were stuck at some meeting in some motel, and one thing led to another, and he got to fuck the young girl.
Loyally, he tried to switch his mind to the slim, sexy body of Dolly. The trouble was, she was a known quantity. There was nothing to fantasize about her; he knew her body intimately. Well, dammit, what was wrong with thinking about Kathy's body. Half the men in Cranfield wanted to fuck the young girl, why wouldn't he?
"The one good thing about Chuck's plan," he muttered aloud. It would bring Kathy plenty of money. As well as Chuck, Dolly and himself. "Goooood," he said, his hard-on thrilling.
God knows, they all needed the money. He certainly did, and he knew Chuck did. But, my God, him an award-winning City Manager and his own goddam brother-in-law trying to set him up for prison bait.
Kathy Lewis opened the door of the bathroom and came in, obviously not expecting to find anyone. Frank sat on the toilet, his cock straining big in his hand as he pumped it, staring up at her in shock and very quickly in burning, acute embarrassment.
"Oh my God!" he went, shamed to his core.
"Oh, Frank s-s-s-soooorrreee," she gave a little scream and spun and rushed out of there.
And it was his own damn fault, because he'd told her he was going over to the courthouse so he could hide out and masturbate, and the City of Cranfield had given him this private John out of respect for its beloved Frank Scales, and of course Kathy used it when she thought he wasn't around. The situation had just not come up before.
Kathy managed to avoid her boss until the afternoon. The truth was, she had a warm and deep respect for Frank, and the sight of the poor guy taking care of himself in the bathroom shook her up as much as anything that had happened in the past two days. She'd never cared much for Dolly, and she'd suspected Frank's sex life was not of the best. Too often the blonde's hands lingered on the person of some woman, and Kathy wondered about her. Dolly could give you a melting gaze that said "bedroom", and she was pert and cute. And, of course, she was the sister of that twisted man, Chuck Webster, so what could you expect? Between these two sadists, Cranfield was turning into Sex City, or something.
Anyway, Frank had, or would, settle Chuck's hash on that crazy plan, and that gave Kathy the power to forget about the insolent man who's used her so cruelly. She just wished there was something she could do for Frank, one of the few good people left in this world!
At last they faced each other across his desk. He was blushing of course. "I feel I have to apologize ... for what you saw," he gulped.
"Please don't," she said. "I'm married, too. I know that there're always problems."
"I have trouble with Dolly staying hard!" Frank suddenly burst out. "I failed her this morning!" He had by no means planned to utter such a confidence, but the pressure was just too great. He thought so much of Kathy he just had to set it right.
It was Kathy's turn to blush. But she had to make Frank feel better. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Scales. Frank. I sometimes have the same problem. I mean just this morning, Tom he-" There! For her part, she'd also said too much!
Frank looked at her absolutely astounded. "You your young husband has hard-on trouble?" He couldn't have been more amazed if the City Council had called to say that Cranfield was going out of business. "You-"
"Oh, sure. Well, I mean there are times for everybody-"
"I can't believe it!" he cried. "Why, you make me hard just walking across my office!" Then he stopped and blushed more deeply, aware that once again he'd said the wrong thing. "I mean, I don't mean-" he stammered.
"You have a beautiful prick!" she almost shouted. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with it."
What devil had gotten into them, she wondered. Here she was blushing and he was blushing, and sweating and confessing like a couple of high school kids. She knew she was attractive to men, but she was really shaken to think that the austere, remote Frank Scales got hard when she walked by.
"We'd better stop talking about such things," he said, "I'll say!" she agreed.
He got up and walked around his chair. "Anyway, this is a letter to Kathy, did you mean that. That you think my I it-"
"The best in Cranfield," she said loyally, letting him feel her sentiment. "Forget all those guys that make cracks at me. They're trash. But yours why, I'd suck it off any day in the week uh except my husband-"
Frank stood there, blushing, stammering and gurgling.
"Any way in the deek!" he cried, his tongue twisting. "Oh, Kathy!"
Now she was hot and blushing and could only think of fleeing. "Frank, we'd better do your letter later." She fled from his office. She really hadn't meant to come up with that crack about sucking him off. She'd only meant to tell him of her deep respect for him. But, doggone it, if Frank asked, she'd just about do it!
She looked at the door of his closed office. Frank would never ask, of course. And she couldn't possibly do it. She loved her husband and had been forced into sex with his boss. Now here was sex coming at her from a different angle. Still, Dolly and Chuck had rigged that crazy plan, and Frank had stopped it and saved her. She really owed him something for that. Why, Frank with his influence could probably get Tom a job somewhere else if Chuck fired him!
"Kathy, will you come in, please."
She went into his office reluctantly. Things felt all up in the air today. "Yes, Frank?" She stood before his desk.
"I-just wanted you to know that thing this morning in the bathroom. I didn't finish it, you know. I mean, with what happened, I couldn't possibly."
"I understand." She just stood there, fixed to the spot. She felt a warm glow in her loins and soft compassion for the man struggling with what he had to struggle with. Inhibited, high-minded, and so very vulnerable. She wondered what she'd do, if he asked. Well, she'd have to say "no", of course. Still, her knees shook.
"Wah-" he said. "What?"
"Woo-" he said. "Woo?" she asked.
His tongue clicked against his teeth. He looked like a man before a firing squad. "Woul-dyousuckmeoff?" he rushed, and closed his eyes as if about to faint.
"What?" she asked, her heart beginning to pound.
"I want to be sucked," he said too loudly and covered his face with his hands.
"Oh, Frank, I couldn't possibly do that," she said. Heart pounding, she turned and walked out of his office and back to her own. She was trembling as she sat down. Her cunt was all aglow, and she felt as if she were sliding off into some weird insanity. She thought about Frank in the bathroom, his stiff prick thrusting up in his hand. A beautiful prick! A deserving prick! Nice guys like Frank went unsucked while beasts like Chuck shoved their unwanted dongs up your ass. That was a fact! Chuck and that horrible Dolly. Probably the blonde ruined his sex on purpose.
It was as if some mysterious force propelled her out of her chair. She went back to Frank's office. She thought he was probably relieved that she'd refused him. She knew how nice guys' mind worked. It took all their courage just to pop a question like that, let alone ever getting any goodies. All he could feel good about was that he'd finally asked for what he really wanted.
Frank stared up at her in a daze of wonderment, like a kid handed a key to the candy store. The minute she started to walk across his rug, she saw he knew what was going to happen. She walked right up to him and undid his zipper. She took out his soft cock. She began to stroke it.
"You're the finest, most generous person in the world," she said. "You're beautiful and your c-c-c-cock is too!"
His cock practically sprang hard in her hand. "Tom couldn't do better," she said.
"Oh, Kathy!" he breathed.
She slid down to her knees. He watched her as if it were Christmas time again and a real Santa Claus had slid out from a chimney with a bag of goodies. Kathy bent her beautiful head, and Frank Scales' wildest dream came true. There she was, in that sexy suit, handling his cock and now those lovely lips opened and his stiff, straining blade passed into her mouth. He felt her interior body heat. He felt the slide of her teeth against his cock, thrilling it. He felt her tongue lave him, and felt the heavenly suction of her mouth-suck.
"Ah, Kathy, oh my God. Ah, oh, oh, oh. Ah!"
"Mmmmmmmmm"
He looked down at her, took hold of her shoulders, touched her auburn hair in wonder, and his mind exploded, along with his cock.
"KAAATHHHHEEEEE!" he went.
Startled by this dramatic response to her mouth, Kathy almost lost his prick. She pulled back and caught his first two spurts right on the point of her nose, body-warm male jism bursting with aching joy. She quickly mouthed him again and greedily drank the rest of the leaping spend while he whimpered and moaned his extreme delight. Once spent, his blade quickly began to soften.
It was the nice guy fucking up all over again. He was delighted with the relief to his body and he was hugely embarrassed that his swollen dick had blasted so soon.
"Oh, thank you, Kathy, my dear sweet girl. I screwed it up, didn't I?"
She laughed ruefully as she got back on her feet. "Yes, Frank, you screwed it up." The smell of his come on her face was making her hot. After all this emotion and embarrassment, a quick couple of sucks and he'd faded.
"Just the same I'll give you some oral sex," he said loyally. "I really will, Kathy. I'd love to do it for you."
"No, Frank," she said. "I don't need it." She held his cock in her hand humid from her saliva. "All right," she said. "We've gotten over the first hump, Frank. Now I'll give you ten minutes or so to rest, and then I'm really going to empty your prick like it's never been done before." She started to undo her blouse. To hell with it. Nice guys deserved to live, too, and so did nice girls. They were going to do it well, they were going to do it right, and they were going to enjoy the hell out of it, and screw Dolly and Chuck. And even Tom, for that matter.
Frank was forty-five years old and had a slight paunch and lacked some of his hair. But as the naked Kathy mounted his-likewise naked body she felt as thrilled as if he were Tarzan. Her cunt was hot and her nipples were positively clenched in hardness. His cock was still soft but it showed evidence of rising again. As she slid her young, smooth-skinned body on his and let him feed her tits, those large, full beauties (that Dolly didn't have) into his mouth, she felt his heart begin to thud. Behind her, her hot cunt leaked girl juice down on his belly and pubic hair. Then, like some mysterious force of nature operated, she felt the old man's blade rise right up in rigid tension. He lacked juice yet, but he was hard like that!
They reveled in each other's nudity, deeply enjoying the feeling of stroking and kissing a strange body. For Frank, with all of the sex fantasies he'd had about his secretary it was really heavenly. His own wife was lovely, but Kathy was at least five years younger and much more voluptuous. Her full, firm breasts alone were enough to guarantee his hard-on, his mouth working big, bold nipples and all that soft skin. Her belly was softer, and her ass, when he stroked it, was pure living velvet.
"Kathy, I've wanted you so much. You're so doggone beautiful," he breathed.
For Kathy the trip was-likewise heavenly. Tom had a soft skin, and a shy way in his love making. She sometimes thought she'd picked an indifferent husband because so many guys had chased her and their eagerness turned her off. Well, no longer! Frank felt hard and masculine to her, and he had an intensity of desire she wasn't used to. Her cunt began to flow, and his hands seemed to stroke new, rich flames into her body.
"Frank, you're fabulous. I always thought you so cold proper. Now, like a volcano."
He laughed beginning to relax into his love-making. "Forty-five isn't so doggone old, child." He began to kiss her on the mouth. At first she shied from this, but there was no denying his hot desire to get his tongue inside her lips so she gave in on that. It was amazing how much a warm, open-mouthed kiss added to the fires of sex. Almost reluctantly, she turned from kissing his mouth to reverse her body on top of his on the big, office sofa, so they were in a good position for the 69.
It never occurred to either of them that Frank could fuck her. Tom liked the suck, and Kathy always made love to him in this fashion first. For his part, Frank feared that hot, tight young girl cunt as a possible tunnel of failure as well as a tunnel of joy, remembering how he sometimes faded on Dolly. With all that rich, naked beauty open to him, he might cream too soon or fade into softness out of sheer, rushing desire to get it off.
Slooooow! Sexy! Kathy found his cock a straining obedient soldier and slipped it into her mouth and felt Frank gasp in deep pleasure at the suck-lock. She gently ate and nibbled the head of it, surprised to find Frank so cock-sensitive that he writhed in her treatment. "Oh, Kathy, Oh, oh, oh," he went.
Then she licked down his shaft. She had a way of holding his prick between her upper teeth and her tongue and giving the sliding skin a slight sideways motion..."Mmmmmmmm," she went, servicing him. At that extra motion she felt him surge and sensed at the same moment he sensed it, that he had his jism-throw capability back. Amazing.
"There's sure nothing wrong with your come-factory," she laughed. "I can almost feel the good stuff bubbling out fresh down there." And she laved and gently ate his balls to encourage the process.
"Oh, good God!" breathed Frank in awe.
Reluctantly he put his mouth to her cunt. Not that he was reluctant to suck that ripe, red girl slit. Far from it; to him it was a crescent from heaven. But he'd've preferred to concentrate every nerve on this first glorious suck with his new partner. His conscience wouldn't let him. Nobody got a free ride in this world. He thrilled when he felt her copious flow which he began to suck into his mouth. He, Frank Scales, had made that hot, young juice run. She really wanted his prick!
"Oh, oh, oh." It was Kathy's turn to let go of his cock and enjoy her cunt violation. She'd never felt a more avid tongue, grooving into her swollen tunnel, stroking her clitoris, mouth hungrily sucking her juice, moving her parts, using her to her rising delight. Why the old man was a wonderful lover. She'd feared that all this stimulation might make him break and spurt too soon. Instead it was the young girl who might have to surrender first.
"Oh, Frank, my God, heavenly, be beautiful," she managed, beginning to fuck-buck her loins to his face. "Mmmmm," he went in encouragement, and she indulged herself to neglect his cock for some time to ride, ride in glory. How wild and weird the human body that such a small area of nerves could feel so good. Everything from her stomach down was a glowing lava bed. Goooood! Then Frank tried something Tom never did. He got his finger alongside his mouth and began to plung it deep in her guts.
That sent her into her rutting woman. "Oh, oh, oh," she said as she fucked lustily on his face. He changed off, giving her two fingers and then three, opening her vagina wide and she began to sob and slobber in delight. "F-fuck me, rape me, you old bastard lover," she squealed in hot delight. She could feel his wedding ring zinging past her clitoris and that extra bit drove her right up the wall.
"AH, JESUS, NO, NO, NO," she went, a coward before the hot driving intensity of his suck.
She locked her legs and gave up her sex to him. Throb, throb, throb. "Oh, oh, oh," she said, as she spasmed and faded, a fucked-out little girl brought to her peak and carried to orgasmic heaven.
Feeling her hot delight and her glory at riding off her sex tension, Frank felt his own loins quiver and his cock almost slide into a delightful fade and spending. But he was so anxious to do it well and give the girl every bit of attention at her orgasm that he put it out of his mind and held back.
Sweating, mumbling, she relaxed on his body, spent and glowing in her torpor. She was astonished that after those rough usages of her body last night and this morning that she was still able to get it off so well. Her body must be a lot more sex-capable than she'd ever enjoyed with Tom.
Then she began to gobble the old man. No mercy for Frank now. "I'm going to suck your guts out!" she told him and began to pressure his delighted cock with her tongue, teeth and lips. Some of that imperative style of Chuck's fucking seemed to have seeped into her, because she sucked and teased and nibbled right on past his throbbing, while he positively writhed and begged for mercy. "Oh, Kathy, it'll kill me. Ki kill me. Ah, oh, ah, oh!"
What a fabulous thing to feel a man surge up into his sex lock! like a paralysis, his muscles in his belly, butt and thighs locked and he lifted her in the exquisite top of his freeze. Then "GOD, OH, GOD, I'M FU-FUCKED AND T-T-TAKEN!" he cried and sent hot gushes of male semen pounding into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of rich male come, as he moaned in his distress-joy, his body paying off in the best orgasm he'd had in months. Hugely delighted, Kathy sucked every last drop until she realized he'd reached that over-sensitivity of the after-throw when she had to let go. She laughed in pleasure and relaxed, licking his stiff pubic hairs. "You can throw it as good as any man in Cranfield, and hold it as long," she complimented him. "Ahhhhh," he said, settling into his relaxed after-fuck. His cock went soft and rubbery but he had no anger against it now it had served supremely well!
Then he laughed in vexation. "Kathy I'm embarrassed to tell you this. But while I was jogging into your precious cunt I lost my wedding ring up your channel!"
She was shocked and then she began to laugh
But her cunt was far too slippery to recover the ring right then. Presently Frank took the office letter opener, and peering down into her pink vagina, fished for it. Kathy giggled in huge delight at this wild situation, while Frank was cracking up and trying to spear his ring.
"Oh, Frank, car-careful I don't get wounded
"Got you in me power, me proud beauty," he yipped and jogged her gently with the dagger-like instrument. That was just scary enough to give her a new sex thrill...
Absorbed in this delightful sex play, neither one of them sensed the private door behind Frank's desk open, and Pritchard Benbold, the City Engineer, walked into the office. He stopped in shock, small eyes in his pig-like face gleaming as he saw the lascivious scene before his eyes. Ben-bold was no friend of Frank Scales, because he'd wanted the City Manager job for years. He stared for a long number of seconds and then, smiling, quietly withdrew...
CHAPTER FIVE
They were dressed again. "I hope you fished that envelope out of the wastebasket," said Kathy."
"I'll have to return the money to that horrible Chuck Webster."
"I did. It's all locked in my desk."
"I'm glad you think it's a bad plan," she said.
"It's a good plan," he said, "if I were a dishonest City Manager. Next spring we're tearing down this whole city hall complex to build new quarters. These grubby old buildings were put up in the Twenties, and Cranfield has plenty of money to rebuild the finest city hall complex in the state. Everything gets torn down next spring, level with the ground, and then we dig new foundations-"
"and two or three years later, we move into the new set-up," Kathy finished for him. "I know all that. But I thought we were going to move into the Crystal Building for the time it takes to rebuild on these grounds."
"That's where Chuck Webster's smart. Everybody thinks we're going to move the whole shebang to the Crystal Building as temporary quarters."
The Crystal Building was a large, mostly empty, new skyscraper in Cranfield. It had been built as a national headquarters for an insurance company, but before it could be occupied that insurance company had been gobbled up in a merger with a still larger eastern firm and the beautiful new building remained empty, except for a few local rentals.
"Actually the city has two options. The Crystal Building's one, and the other is the Sawyer Building," said Frank. "It's older, smaller, but also mostly empty. We could actually move in there. Actually it's closer to the downtown area and might be cheaper. That ass, Benbold, the City Engineer's doing a feasibility study on it now. If he okay's it it's in the running."
"And it's owned by Chuck Webster and your wife, among others."
"A fact I just learned through Chuck's note," said Frank sadly. "That really puts me on the spot."
"The City Council is bound to vote for the Crystal Building it's so much nicer."
"Kathy, don't be naive. There're five votes, and Chuck needs only three, and he'll give them twenty-five thousand apiece to vote for the Sawyer Building. If I go along with the Sawyer Building and we talk about economy, and austerity, the whole system will move to the Sawyer Building, the courts, the jail, all the departments, records, five hundred people. For two or three years. It's big rental money involved."
Her eyes got wide. "His figures are really right? Two hundred and fifty thousand for you and Dolly, two hundred and fifty thousand for me, and more than three hundred thousand for Chuck?"
"Easily. Closer to a half million for him. Oh, his plan's sound if you believe in dishonest government."
"But why me for all that money? That's a huge amount just because he he-likes me, or whatnot."
He smiled sadly and shook his head. "Back to your desk, Kathy. We don't want to talk about it. It's super-temptation. We've had enough shocks for one day...."
That morning, after her husband's phone call, Dolly picked up a glass of tomato juice and threw it against the wall, after the tongue-lashing her husband gave her. Damn her wild brother and his wild schemes! He'd really put Frank on the spot and get her into hot, hot water.
But the glass was plastic and the juice cleaned up easily enough and she found herself smiling a little later. So she owned half the Sawyer Building and didn't even know it! So that's what Chuck had done with her divorce settlement money. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Invest that at ten per cent there were lots of ways you could get ten per cent and it came to a steady income of twenty five thousand extra dollars a year. Zing! You could play games with the taxes, or take a chance and not report it at all.
Frank made good money, but it all went out in their big home, cars, and all the socializing they had to do. That Sawyer money could buy Frank that hunting lodge in Minnesota he'd dreamed of so often. Winter months in Florida for her. Nice trips to Chicago.
"Oh, money, money, money!" she enthused. It was almost as good as sex. Why, that money could be the beginning of a good retirement plan for Frank, who was, after all, forty-five.
They called Frank the most honest City Manager in the region. But she'd seen him down after he'd had to pass up something really lucrative.
"Dolly, sometimes I fear I'm building up my reputation so that one day just one time I can make a real killing."
Frank may not know it himself, but she knew he was going to think long and hard about Chuck's plan. Very long and very hard!
Skippy was still in bed, damn the girl. It was eleven and she ought to be out of the house in school, but she wouldn't go. Since her mother had died, Frank had been too soft-hearted with his daughter. Dolly knew she'd never finish high school with her own group maybe not for years. She called it "a prison" and seldom went. Nor did Dolly as her stepmother feel impelled to make her toe the line. Dolly had had too much of that when she herself was young. A mean stepmother she was determined not to be!
The only trouble was, the girl hung around the house too much and that drove Dolly wild, especially on a day like this when her cunt ached for a good vibrator orgasm. Frank had stirred her up immensely with his half-fuck this morning, and now she just plain wanted to get it off, only now, damn it, she couldn't find her vibrator.
There was a good reason for that. Her vibrator at that instant was in the hot little hand of Skippy Scales, her stepdaughter, as Dolly discovered when she peeped around the corner of Skippy's bedroom door and saw the girl lying naked on the bed, sliding the white plastic prick into her hot teenage cunt! Ohmigod!
Skippy lie there, totally unaware that she was observed, easing the sexy machine into her slit with undulating motions of her hips, and Dolly's lesbian fires were immediately aroused. My God, what a precious statuette of glowing femininity Skippy made! Her face was dreamy, eyes fixed in space, dreaming of a big-cocked boy, no doubt. And what a cute face with those sexy, pouting lips. Those soulful, beautiful eyes. Her breasts hung like rich ornaments on her comely torso, red centered with big nipples that strained with her cunt excitement, and there was that expanse of gleaming, nude skin. Dolly's eyes dropped to the center of attraction, the girl's growing bush of pubic hair and that enchanted girl tunnel between her legs, swollen now for the lucky, invading plastic. Dolly could see the ooze of Skippy's cunt oils on the device, and her hand dropped between her own legs to rub herself. Immediately, she got a thrill.
She'd guarded herself so carefully against the hot desire she felt for her stepdaughter's body. Skippy was off limits to her; that was all there was to it. But, oh, God, this morning she'd never felt such a rising desire in her loins to hug a beautiful woman to her own body and give her fuck delight.
Look at Skippy's thighs. Exquisite! And sexy legs, but beyond the girl's beauty was that smoldering, passionate nature that she must've gotten from her mother. Any man or knowing woman could look at the girl and see she was fuck-vulnerable, no matter how attractive or unattractive she was. Dolly had seen men walk into doors, trying to stare at the girl, not so much for her looks but at that aura of sex Skippy cast. Intense. Repressed. Burning. Now Dolly felt her own throat tighten with kiss-hunger for her. Dolly knew that all she had to do was make one off-color crack, or touch Skippy in one wrong way, and her marriage to Frank would be over and her life practically ruined. Yet standing there, feeling her own cunt flow, she felt such wild desire, that it was all she could do to refrain from leaping on the bed and trying to gobble off the girl's sweet cunt.
Well, she wasn't going to do anything as foolish as that, but there was no reason why she couldn't stand here for a moment and enjoy the glorious sight. The most exciting event Dolly could think of was to watch another human enjoying an orgasm.
When that person was a beautiful young girl...
Skippy was straining up now to her artificial lover, lifting her loins and jerking a little. Dolly's finger drove her own cunt to rising, rising delight. Oh, how she'd like to be on top of that sexy young queen, controlling and forcing that love surrender.
"Ah, oh, ah, ah, ah," keened the girl, first shaking and then freezing as her payoff throbs possessed her loins. Dolly could see the sweep of the girl's naked young buttocks as she lifted off her bed, see the clench, read the sweat and the delicious agony on the tortured face. It looked exactly like someone in extreme pain, but Dolly almost felt herself the surging joy of sex completion that flowed through Skippy's abdomen.
Uh, uh, uh, her own belly twisted in sex heat as she watched the scene in sympathetic arousal. Then Skippy fell back on the bed in her after-sex stupor, eyes glazed with the good feeling that took over her body.
Dolly realized that she'd thought of Skippy too much as the nubile but innocent child. Anyone who could throw herself into orgasm with that abandon was a fully developed female bitch, capable of hot fuck action.
"Dolly, is that you?" came the querulous voice of Skippy from the bed.
Heart still racing Dolly closed her robe and walked into the bedroom. "Yes, dear. Don't you feel well today?"
"I feel sick," whined Skippy. She'd pulled the covers around herself. Dolly went to the bedside and felt the girl's forehead. "You're sweating," she said, her hand enjoying the feel of the moist brow. As cool as any cat, Skippy said: "I didn't go to school today because I thought I had a fever."
"It feels like it." Dolly noted that the clever kid had hidden the vibrator in the pile of covers. Imagine the little devil stealing Dolly's own vibrator and using it so boldly. Almost as if she wanted to get caught.
"Do you hurt anywhere, dear?" asked Dolly. She pulled back the covers and began to run her hands over Skippy's smooth nakedness reveling in the feel of the female flesh. My God, Frank and his first wife had fuck-created a delectable morsel in Skippy and raised it carefully to peak sex ripeness.
"Ah, I feel faint is h and kind of gone all over," said Skippy. "Not bad, y'understand, just kind of ... spent."
I'll bet you do, thought Dolly. "Let me see, Skippy." Her thrilled hands traveled down Skippy's shoulders, arms and then to her breasts. Those glorious wonders rose in delicate white and pink magnificence. Dolly saw that the nipples were soft, relaxed. She palmed them directly, as if to feel for a heartbeat and felt her cunt begin to flow as the erectile tissue hardened to her hand.
"Unk," said Skippy, moving her loins down below, and Dolly understood that her nipple manipulation had sent sex signals flashing through Skippy, who was still aroused, of course.
Dolly ran her hand down the moist, soft and flat belly and couldn't stop herself. She wanted to stop, but her cunt was flowing and her breath was going short. Her hand slid over the slight swell of the girl's belly, touched pubic hair and her finger, as if drawn by a magnet curled under Skippy's pelvic shelf to rub her cunt.
"Ah, oh," gasped Skippy.
Their faces were inches apart. Dolly stared deep into Skippy's eyes and felt the hot sensuality lurking there, saw her openness and her desire. Instead of pulling back, or refusing Dolly's hand or protesting, the girl half-closed her eyes in sex-drugged wantonness. Her rich lips fell partly open, revealing the gleam of her saliva. Skippy moved her loins in sensual pleasure against her stepmother's finger, and Dolly felt the heat, felt Skippy force her finger a little way into the wet tunnel.
Dolly almost fainted. Here she'd set rigid walls against seducing her poor, innocent stepdaughter and this seductive minx was begging for her approaches.
"Dolly, I want I want-" moaned Skippy in her whining voice. It was as if a disembodied hand rested at the back of Dolly's neck and pushed her face down on Skippy's. As Dolly's lips met Skippy's, she was aware that the younger woman began to open her mouth...
It was a luscious, sucking, deep lesbian kiss, Dolly driving her tongue into the young mouth with a groan of despair, while Skippy eagerly captured it and sucked for Dolly's saliva like a young baby on the breast. It thrilled Dolly to her marrow.
Skippy added insult to injury by thrusting her loins up so that she rode Dolly's finger a little way into her cunt. They broke the kiss gasping.
"Oh, Dolly, I so wanted to be friends with you," whispered Skippy. "You're so beautiful. But always so cold to me. So cold!"
Dolly collapsed on the bed and took the girl into her arms. For some unaccountable reason she was crying a little. In order not to outrage Skippy and Frank, she'd put up these artificial barriers with her stepdaughter and deprived her of love, for fear of falling into a sex mistake.
She felt the youngster's heat as she hugged her, the smooth flesh, those wonderful girl tits pressing her smaller ones, the trim hips snuggled to hers, the young, solid heartbeat. Dolly stroked Skippy's back and buttocks, enjoying the sweep of her figure, and its lushness. Next to Kathy Lewis, this was the most exciting female in Cranfield!
Her own cunt flowed as it pressed into Skippy's belly and Dolly knew the girl could sense the hot cunt oils. Far from being surprised or repulsed, Skippy pressed her belly tightly to Dolly's. She was eager to know her own womanhood!
"I'm so sorry, Skip," said Dolly. "Are you having boy trouble, maybe." It could well be that a bad situation was making Skippy like this.
"Oh, no," said Skippy. "It's just that I know you and Dad haven't been hitting it off so good, and I'd sure like to help out if I could."
Dolly slid her hand between Skippy's warm buttocks, down and around to find her cunt. She pressed her fingers into that hot box and felt Skippy's copious jellies. She felt the clit, she forced the two pelvic ridges together.
Skippy thrilled with exotic loin motions. "Oh, oh, oh," she cried in delight. Too entranced to utter a syllable, Dolly began her own undulating motions against the girl belly. Hot shocks of fire raced through her, up her backbone to make her shiver. What a glorious piece of fuck meat!
"Skippy, I'm going to take you," said Dolly, her voice hoarse with sex.
"Yes, yes, yes," murmured her stepdaughter. Her arms tightened around Dolly.
In the soaking sensuality of the moment, Dolly couldn't wait for preliminaries. Driven by her hot lust, she mounted the girl's naked body, spread her legs and began to ride off her cunt on the sharp point of the younger girl's pelvic ridge. As she fucked down and over, she left hot cunt juice on Skippy's pubic hairs, and as she tensed her buttocks and fucked upwards, she gently thrilled Skippy's clitoris by moving the girl's cunt in the action.
"Oh, ah, oh, so good!" cried Skippy.
Dolly's heart pounded furiously. At last her sex hunger of the day was being fed in lush richness. She began to gasp and fuck faster going blind-crazy in her desire to satisfy her cunt on the hot body of the young girl.
Nor had she mistaken the sex drive of her stepdaughter. As Dolly sank into her furious female animal, Skippy, under her tried to get service for her cunt from the older woman.
"Oh, Dolly, I've got to I want it-" said Skippy twisting and trying to increase her own pleasure. The trouble was that Dolly's sex lock pinioned her loins so that Dolly was getting most of the fun. Skippy tried to get her own cunt into the action but Dolly was exceedingly strong in her animal riding, and Skippy almost went out of her mind to feel the older woman miss a couple of strokes before resuming her fast, eager cunt rocking. Dolly was about to blow.
"Skippy, you crazy, hot little bitch cunt," moaned Dolly. "I Skip Skip I wanted to fu-fuck you so badly sooooo often." Then she locked on Skippy's swollen lips again and drove her tongue into the youngster's mouth.
"AIIEEE GO-GO-GOINNGGGG!" keened Dolly and froze in delicious tribute to Skippy's sexuality. Her throbs of completion shook her to her core, rich nerve spasms that made her sob with joy. Even as the miniature quakes lessened, Dolly kept rubbing her cunt on Skippy's pelvis, giving little cries of sensual pleasure.
Skippy laughed in annoyance when Dolly at last released her. "All very fine for you, Mother dear," she said. "Now you've got me as hot as a steel furnace."
"That," said a joyful Dolly, "is something that can be easily cured." She slid down Skippy's body, and plunged her mouth into the girl's steaming cunt. It was like bathing her face in a basic of warm water.
It was Skippy's turn to enjoy ecstasy. The girl had been ripening for years, and at last this year she'd become a convert to the real world of sex. She'd fucked three boys, although you couldn't count one, because that dumb Todd Evans had barely got his prick inside of her before he blew his rubber full of juice. But Skippy was filled to the peak of her youthful libido with the joys of sex. And scared as well. So far her lovers had used rubber contraceptives, and she knew that was dangerous. Anybody could look at Skippy Scales and her bitch animal good looks and predict that she'd produce babies for her men one after the other.
Yet she knew that in a small town like this, the minute she went to some doctor for birth control pills, the word would get all over town and hurt her father. Nor dared she ask for understanding from him, with his uptight attitude towards sex.
"Oh, Dolly, it feels so good. So very, very hoooootttt!" she enthused, beginning to drive her loins against Dolly's mouth. The penetrating tongue, reaching her young clit set up thrilling rise waves of delight, and she was already so hot from the use her stepmother had made of her body that she felt like her guts might pay off at any moment. It was a lot different, too, from her eager but awkward young male lovers who were so involved with their stiff pricks that they seldom paid much attention to her joy. Here was an experienced and sex-enjoying woman who drank her fast-flowing cunt products and smacked her lips. ... That was exciting and somewhat repulsive to Skippy who hadn't gotten used to her own body's glandular reactions. Then when Dolly made a furrow past her clit with her tongue and teased it and used it ohmigod, it was so great!
"D-D-Dolly I think I'm going to have to-" Skippy felt a curious reluctant to give up her sex to the older woman. At first, sunk in the pleasure of her vibrator action, and then thrilled by the knowledge that Dolly spied upon her and rubbed herself, Skippy had wanted to be naughty and see if she could seduce her stepmother.
Now with the sharp, sweet realization that Dolly was going to take her, her reluctance grew. It was homosexual and kind of incestuous, and God knows where it might lead. It was one thing for Dolly, secure in her settled world of sex, to get off her love on Skippy's body. It was another to let Dolly take her belly in wanton lesbian play.
Despite her glowing joy, Skippy pulled back from Dolly's tongue. "I don't think I want any more, please," she said.
"Honey," said Dolly, "I want to send you to happy land. I want to feel your sweet cunt clip off my tongue while your joy nerves twang like guitar strings."
"No, really, Dolly I just wanted to see wanted to feel some of it and try it just a little, but not quite so much."
"Nonsense," said Dolly, pulling the girl back to her suck position. "I'm going to give you thrills no boy could ever bring to you. I'm going to blow your mind. After this, you won't have to go dating around and taking chances with those young men and their big, reckless cocks, because you can get what you want right here at home."
Dolly said it with love in her heart, not realizing how much worse that made it for Skippy.
"No," said Skippy, trying to get up. "I don't want to be lesbian. You're lesbian. My father doesn't know that. I just wanted to try a little-"
Now Dolly was frightened. If she stopped now, this beautiful but inexperienced girl could rightfully say that Dolly aggressed on her. But if the girl gave her her cunt-
She gave an exclamation of impatience, seized Skippy and resumed her cunt suck. "No, oh God," cried Skippy. The added excitement of her protest made her even hotter than before. Dolly grabbed her arms in an unbreakable lock and rode her cunt, not hard, but with all the experience of her happy times of woman love.
Skippy whimpered and struggled, but she was already too far gone. Her belly thrilled and thrilled still more, and the knowledge that she could not help herself made her suddenly reckless.
"Dolly, you've fucked me, oh I AWWWWWWWWWWWW!" It was a rich, deep-belly orgasm, freezing against Dolly's mouth and throbbing off her young maidenhood to the virgin lesbian suck. It thrilled Skippy to her toes as she lie panting in joyful distress under the lash of her stepmother's tongue....
CHAPTER SIX
On a freezing midwinter night in Chicago, Chuck Webster paced the living room of his large Chicago apartment and tried to adjust to the fact that his career at the C-W Company was all but over. Just like that.
Of course, he'd decided long ago that he would never make it with the C-W Company, even with commissions. So be it. Everything in the Cranfield plan had to work now. Even so, his ears burned from the hot words of the Vice-President of Sales.
"Webster, you've turned into a horse's ass. Two years ago you were the brightest star on the team. They talked about making you a V-P someday. Now you're at the bottom of the pile. I just hope you can hang on and make a comeback. You've pissed away practically your whole career."
The doorbell rung. Chuck swung back the door belligerently, more disturbed than he liked to admit.
Tom Lewis, Kathy's husband, stood there, disheveled and swaying. "You sumbitch!" He swung his fist at Chuck but was so drunk that Chuck ducked it easily. Chuck pulled the young man into the apartment and dumped him into a chair. "What the hell, Lewis?"
Tom began to burble then, practically crying. "Got a phone call. Kathy having sex with her boss, that r-rat, Scales. Anonymous. Jumped her about it. She said you, you had s-sex with her. Forced her to. Some kinda screwy plan. Lots of money, City of Cranfield. Wasn't Scales at all it was you made her do sex."
"Listen, Lewis-"
"You got her the job. You got me assigned Cranfield to begin with. You're behind it all, trying to destroy me and my beautiful wife, basser!" Tom Lewis was plenty drunk.
Tom was a mess. It took Chuck an hour to cool down the excited young man, to convince him that the anonymous call was nothing, that nothing had happened between him and Kathy, and finally to get Tom out of there to a nearby motel and bedded down for the night. Wow! What the hell was Kathy up to? She must be a real hot cunt. One shove from him, a couple of hot sessions and she was out chewing up all the men in town. He was really going to have to work on Tom, and Kathy, too. Most importantly, though who was screwing him up? He grabbed a bag and started to pack for an overnighter. Best to get to Cranfield right away; it was only a couple of hundred miles....
The doorbell rang again. This time it was Frank Scales with Dolly. A weeping Dolly.
"Well, Webster, you've sure enough loused up your sister and me in Cranfield," roared Frank. "What the hell do you think you're doing."
"I'm not-"
But he couldn't stop the torrent of words, or the hot fury of the Cranfield City Manager.
It turned out that some crazy nut had called Dolly and reported that Frank and his secretary, Kathy, were having sex right in the City Manager's office.
"A dirty, vile lie," said Frank, eyes blazing and figure shaking. "I'll admit we were running around the office pretty wild that day, with that envelope of money, and my finding out that my own wife was involved in ownership of the Cranfield Building. But no sex."
"Now just cool down, Frank."
"I'll cool you down," said Frank. Chuck thought the older man was going to try to hit him and started to duck, but instead, Frank took out the envelope with the money and flung it in Chuck's face. "Shove it up your ass," said Frank. "I've brought you your sister, my dear wife, to get straightened out. I love her and I want her, but before I take her back in Cranfield, I want this whole mess cleared up, including what she did to my daughter."
"What?" asked Chuck. "What did she do to your daughter."
"She she made sexual advances to Skippy, that's what!" cried Frank in agony. "The poor girl is frightened to death, scared of her own stepmother. Why she actually had the effrontery to touch Skippy between the legs. If the girl had been undressed, who knows what might've happened?"
"What about it, Sis?"
"I I I was so shook up about that anonymous phone call about Frank and Kathy, that I that I-"
Crack! Chuck slapped his sister across the face with his hand. She wailed and ran across the room to his bedroom and disappeared slamming the door.
"You keep her, Webster," said Frank. "You keep her a week, a month. And you get rid of that building ownership. And take your bribes and schemes and bury them in sex feet of shit. When the contract is signed for the Crystal building at the next Council meeting, I'll talk to Dolly about coming back. Until then, don't come to see me, don't call me, don't even breathe in my direction."
"What about Kathy?" asked Chuck.
"I'll have to fire her, of course. What a mess. It's all your fault, Webster. Try to straighten it out. I do love Dolly, you know."
"Listen, goddamit, Scales-"
Frank Scales swept out of the apartment, slamming the front door behind him.
Chuck went back into the bedroom where he found his sister, Dolly, weeping on his bed. "Oh, Chuck, it's terrible. Everything is ruined!"
"What happened with you and Skippy?"
"I f-found her naked and masturbating and I just couldn't help giving her a little action. I guess she got scared. Thank God, she didn't tell Frank what really happened, because we made out like bandits and she really liked it. But you, you didn't have to s-strike me just now, Chuck!"
"Forget it, Sis. That was for Frank for show." Dolly, twisting on the bed was beginning to make Chuck hot. Her blouse had scooted up to reveal her soft, sexy middle. Chuck got on the bed and hugged her.
"And then that terrible phone call, saying that Frank had had sex with Kathy at his office. I just blew my cork. That dirty, cock-hungry little witch!"
"Easy, Dolly. It was bound to happen. We wanted it to happen."
"We did?"
"Of course. I knew Kathy would go for the high-minded guy even before we got him to hire her. Especially with Kathy in trouble with Tom at home." And he told her about Tom coming to see him.
"My God, what can happen next?" she marveled. "We're really ruined."
Her body was soft and fragrant, and he gently kissed her tear-streaked face. "As far as Tom goes, I'm going to keep him right here in Chicago for a while and try to get him off the sauce."
"But my husband is fucking another Woman and I love him," wailed Dolly.
"For two years you've had plenty of good sex," said Chuck. "There'll be plenty more, if you let him run-"
"I can't-"
"and it also gives you a good chance to fuck Kathy, too."
Dolly began to simmer down. "You've really got it all figured out."
"Oh, I'd expected trouble. The old business of having to break the eggs to make the omelet. The thing that bothers me the most is who made those anonymous calls to Tom and to you?"
"That's easy. Frank has only one enemy in all of Cranfield. That's the City Engineer, Pritchard Benbold."
"Aha! I hadn't counted on him."
"You'd better. He'll have to make a report on the Sawyer Building that you and I seem to own. In fact, he's already working on it."
Chuck cursed himself for being careless. One of his tenants had told him about Benbold and he'd meant to go into that; his hot sex with Kathy on the last trip had wiped it from his mind.
"Chuck," gloomed Dolly. "At this point I just don't see how we can pick up all the pieces. What do we do next?"
Chuck slid his hand between his sister's legs. "We fuck, sis."
"Oh, Chuck, NO!" She caught his hand.
He laughed. "There're three times when sex is good. When you're high, and when you're down and out, and when things are dull." He held her arms and began to ride her cunt, using a lascivious finger.
"No, Chuck. I'll go to a motel. I'll take a vacation here in Chicago till Frank cools down see some old friends."
"Oh, no, Dolly. I'm not turning you loose to go chasing your pre-marriage lesbian friends. No way."
"Screw you, Chuck Webster. It's a free country." Dolly pulled off the bed. She got as far as his living room before he tackled her, pulled her down and started to take off her blouse. "Chuck, dammit!" she protested. But he was laughing and soon, in their mock fight he'd gotten off her blouse and bra so she was half-naked. Then he began to work on her small, but beautiful and perfect, suck-sensitive breasts.
"No, you don't." She tried to get his head off her tits because in her present turmoil she knew he could turn her on. But he was too strong and her breasts were giving her hot, pulse-lifting thrills. It had something to do with her excited state she knew. In the torpor of daily living it was harder to warm up to sex.
"Oh, that feels soooo gooooood," she enthused. Then, whining. "Chuck, I really don't want to get sex involved with you. It was all right when we were kids, but ah, ah, ah."
He was driving her now and she realized that he was going to take her. She began to struggle again. "No, no, no." But his relentless tongue whipped her nipples until she keened with pleasure at the fierce fires that raised in her cunt. At last, gasping, she managed to escape.
"Get your cunt," he gritted. "That'll do it."
Her cunt was flowing fiercely hot and she knew he would bring her if she couldn't get loose. She grabbed one of his expensive lamps and hit him and that stopped him momentarily. But as she jumped up, he caught the bottom of her pants legs and pulled them off. That was the end of her effective resistance. He caught her at the door, pulled her to the floor and began to kiss her mouth and her tits. Down below his free hand skinned off her pantyhose and panties. "Oh, oh, oh," she wept. It felt fabulous to receive those hot kisses and to feel her breasts teased and used until her cunt, down below, seeped joy juice out to stain his hand. Now she began to buck her loins.
"Suck me, Chuck. Fuck me."
But he grinned and kept right on, giving her a breast orgasm. She was rising to the peak now, whipped by his determined sex drive. She clasped his cock in his pants and thrilled still more to feel that magnificent rod rigid in its confinement.
Now, reveling in the beauty of her nude body, Chuck blew his hot, exciting breath into her ear. "Sister-fucking is the best fucking in the world," he said. Then he drove his hot, wet tongue into her mouth, went on down to nibble her glowing tits again, and plunged his hand into her steaming cunt. It was all too much.
"Ah, uh, uh, uh," went Dolly and whined and lifted her guts to his hand. She felt him drive the meat of her clitoris to exquisite freeze-lock, and grunted, listening to her own stiff flesh being pillaged by his hand and made to pay off sex. Then she clipped his fingers and her nerves spent in wondrous release. "AH, CHUCK GOD!" The sweet throbs took her to sex heaven as she gave it all to her brother to harvest as he would.
Chuck's face was flushed with delight and sex-hunger as he stared down at the dazed girl. "My God, you're a beautiful fuck," he murmured.
He got up and undressed slowly, releasing his prick weapon as he stared down at the luscious, fucked girl, sex juice gleaming between her legs, her lips and nipples reddened from the hot sex contact.
Dolly lay on the soft rug, enchanted. She was riding her sex glow and eager now for the penetration of that brotherly cock that she hadn't felt for so many years. Never mind Cranfield and Frank and Skippy and Kathy. She wanted her brother's cock in her cunt and fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Shove your dock into me," she begged. "Whip me with that beautiful, sexy hard-on, your crooked, bent stick."
"It's only a little bent," he laughed and said: "This calls for a special celebration, Dolly. I'll be right back." He went into the kitchen where she heard him whistling merrily as he did things, and she just lay there, gently stroking her cunt and anticipating the mind-blowing thrusts of that brotherly cock that was soon to possess her.
When he gathered her up, still naked and carried her back into his bedroom, he'd laid a plastic shower curtain over the covers. There was a pan of warm oil from the kitchen on the night-stand.
"I always dreamed of giving you the mazola trip," he said as he laid her on the bed. Then he started to rub the warm oil on her body, stroking her chest, breasts, belly and abdomen. It was fabulous. Her body gleamed softly with the stuff and it felt tremendously sexy on her skin. She dipped her own hand into the pan and began to lave his standing prick.
"Ah, ah I want fuck," she breathed.
"Not yet. Hold it back for better fun," he told her. He turned her on her face and oiled her back and buttocks, just as if he were putting on suntain oil. Now she slid in sexual looseness on the plastic shower curtain, with all that oil on her front. It was sexy just to slide about like this, drenched in the warm cooking oil. It didn't smell so good, but Chuck cured that by adding some nice-smelling cologne. Ah, ah, ah.
Chuck parted her buttocks and poured her crack full of the oil, then working his slippery hand deep between her legs to tease her rear hole and to frig into her cunt. She jumped like she was stung. "Oh, Chuck!"
Now he turned her over and hugged her, oiling his own body with the excess slickness he'd laid on hers. Their naked bodies oozed together making wild sucking sounds, much exaggerated from the normal suck sound of a male belly flattened to a female belly. And the hot thrills of their flesh sliding together was accentuated by the slipperiness of their bodies.
"I've never felt anything like it!" she breathed in high delight.
"Sis it's worth the mess," he answered, his own breathing almost beyond control in rubbing tight to this sensual naked female and squishing the oil between them.
They kissed and rubbed oily cheeks. Then he said: "Prick time!" spread her legs and drove his cock into her hole. Dolly almost expired from the shock of that hard, oiled cock opening up her vagina. She felt he pierced the very center of her being.
"I want to take you in, fuck control your big cock," she whispered.
But the thrilling friction couldn't last for long. Between her natural cunt oils and the excess of the cooking oil, his cock slipped out. Then in. Then out again.
"Oh, Chuck, I can't st-stand," she stammered, bucking her loins and trying to get herself impaled on his joy stick. He laughed in exasperation. "I'm trying too hard."
He carefully fitted his cock to her slit and fucked into her again. This time, holding back, he began a slow, teasing friction in her guts. "Ah, that's great," she said, and began to thrust back in appreciation. It was too much. Her eager motions unseated his prick again. "Shit," he laughed and thrust forward recklessly.
That time he provided his sister with a new thrill because his wildly plunging prick missed her cunt and thrust against her ass-hole. Normally her sphincter would've resisted this bunting, but her crack was already liberally greased and the oil dripped from his prick. His cock, though human meat, was straining in iron rigidity. It peeled open her back hole and about three inches of dick slid into her gut.
"Ahhhhhh," she keened, the sensitive nerves about her hole stimulated by the action. God, it felt strange to have that warm prick up her ass-hole.
Chuck laughed and pulled out and returned to her cunt, but now Dolly was white hot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she begged and locked her legs on his hips and worked her loins. She was in fuck heaven, feeling his blade in the right hole, driving her crazy.
It was no good. Her legs slid on his back and she unseated him again. In desperation, Chuck took a rag and skimmed off some of the oil from his prick.
"AHHHHHHHHH," she screamed.
Now he had her good. His prick flailed into her cunt perfectly and he gave her a dozen fast, cunt-satisfying strokes. It was much too much.
"YOUUUUUUUUUU'VVVVEEEEE DO DOOOONNNNNNEEE ITTTTTTTT," Dolly shrieked. In her wild joy she fucked up to his master cock and paid off for him. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH," she went and began to squeeze his prick with her luscious, open orgasm, going into a deep sex daze that was beyond anything she'd enjoyed in recent times. Her body was open and alert to the sexy oil fuck and just kept spending in taken glory.
Nor was Chuck far behind her. He kept lashing into her. When finally she relaxed with a grateful sob, he held her slippery buttocks and centered his cock deep into her cunt. "N-n-now," he said. She felt his whole body shudder. Then she felt his big blade swell inside of her. The first spurt felt like scalding joy steam.
"OH, GOD, SIS, I'VE FUUUUCKED YOUR PRECIOUS GUUUTS!" he said and kept pumping the hot male jism into her body, spurt after spurt, his stuff enriching the swimming flow in her cunt of her own oil and the cooking oil. She floated in heaven while he fucked off his endless throbs into her, subsiding finally with a spent laugh. He rubbed his oiled face on her tits. "When it comes to incest," he laughed, "we're the number one team in the whole midwest, Dolly."
"Amen," she breathed, sliding easily under him.
It took a long while to clean up, but Dolly hadn't felt so good in years. The extra excitement of the mazola trip decided her that she had a good way to revive Frank's soft prick if she ever got back with him. But the brother-sister orgy was far from over. After Dolly had taken a shower and Chuck had-likewise cleaned up, they fell back into bed naked together, her cunt hot again, his cock stiff again. It was time for a quieter sex worship, her cunt in his mouth, his cock in her mouth. Dolly stretched her toes in luxury. She had before her Chuck's ever ready hard tube, which she could tease or could punish with her hands, tongue and teeth. Whatever she did, his strong blade leaked sexy pre-seminal fluid that she could drink or gloss over his cockskin, and his demanding tongue lifted her gloriously to openness.
"Let's don't ever again give up brother-sister sex," Chuck told her, drinking her free-flowing cunt juice.
"I can't imagine how we ever passed it up so long," she laughed. "When we were kids we just zonged away without really getting deep into it."
Then they were into the serious part of it, and Dolly thought gratefully that a stiff, dependable male peter could save her from the excesses of her lesbian desires. There was really no need to give up either form of sex. Ah, ah, ah.
She surged up and gave Chuck her treasure again, throbbing off for him, not so wildly as before, but with deep gut-satisfying grunts and spasms of pleasure. And she barely had time to set herself for him before he moaned in exquisite pleasure and filled her mouth with foaming come from his delighted prick.
After that they slept. Chuck awoke to find his sex-greedy sister mouthing his cock once more under the covers. She loved and laved it until it strained hard and throbbed with delight, playing with its length with her hands and mouth.
Chuck said: "Honey, let's go," and started to separate her legs. Her cunt was awash with hot girl fluid. But Dolly said: "Chuck, please, I want you to fuck my ass."
"It felt so strange and weird, kind of good, when your prick slipped into my rear. Please corn-hole me!"
Chuck threw back the covers and she got in the right position. The previous oil trip had left her crack soft and manageable, and his prick skin was also soft over his locked hard-on. He had to add only a little more grease to punch into her backhole and work his prick deep in her anus.
It didn't feel exactly good until her butt relaxed. It felt rather uncomfortable and weird. But the idea was sexy. Then he began to work her and fuck her and tease her empty cunt with his fingers and it felt like the hot cock was splitting her in two, in delicious fuck-rape. "Oh, oh, oh," she yelped.
Chuck was getting good friction, too, enjoying the tight walls of her bowel as well as her delicate loin movements and the tensing of her buttocks as he went deep into her. "Ah, so weiiiiiiiird," he moaned. "Sexy!"
Faster and faster until she began to quiver and slobber. "Oh, ah, god. I'm fucked."
"Ah, ah, ah," went Chuck, and then they were rising brilliantly for this first-ever anal intercourse and Dolly lost volition and went into happy spasms of her orgasm.
The feel of his sister's ass-hole convulsing around the base of his cock brought Chuck to his sperm-throwing heaven. "Ahhhh, Doolleee," he went and hugged her and spent hot, rich semen deep into her body....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy sat alone in her house in Cranfield and listened to the sharp wind whistle outside her house, driving the fallen snow like cutting knives against the flesh of anyone unwise enough to go outdoors.
Tom had left her. To be sure, Chuck had phoned from Chicago to say that he was all right and that Chuck was going to keep him there to work on his drinking problem for a couple of weeks. Every atom of her being urged her to go to Tom, but Chuck insisted that Tom would have an easier time if she stayed away while he sorted things out, and she had to admit he was right. So she'd be brave and let Tom work it out with Chuck's help.
Then there was her job. Frank Scales had put her on suspension for a couple of weeks and would probably fire her. "Next week the Council finalizes the Crystal Building lease," he told her. "I've sent Dolly out of town because of that dumb business of the Sawyer Building. There were also some personal reasons. That meddling ass-hole, Chuck Webster, has really gotten things stirred up and we've got to let the dust settle." Frank was probably right about that.
But the worst of it was, Chuck had told her Pritchard Benbold was coming to see her probably that very night. "I've talked to the man, Kathy. We might be able to salvage the plan after all."
"Oh, Chuck, no! Not after all the trouble it's caused."
"Listen to me. If we can get the City Engineer on our side we can get him to admit to Tom he lied in making that anonymous call. Tom will recognize the voice you're out of the woods."
"Why can't you see him. Or why can't I come to Chicago?"
"You stay there and see Benbold. Listen to his proposition. You're my agent. Just hang with me and we'll get everything straightened out."
"I don't like him."
"Okay, I'll try to get down there tonight myself, but the roads are bad, and it may be late. Just string Benbold along. Tell him something, anything. Most of all, listen to whatever he proposes."
Chuck hung up. He guessed that Frank hadn't told her that Dolly was with him, and there was no need to give her any more to worry about than she already had.
Benbold came about nine o'clock, fat, bald, with a bowlegged strut. He had enough paunch for any three middleagers. "That dumb Webster shoulda talked to me first of all anyway," he told her almost before he had his coat off. His face was red from the wind and the eyebrows above the pig-like eyes were frosted. "Wow, I hope you got something hot for a night like this."
She mixed Benbold a hot toddy made nervous by the way he stared at her figure.
"I figger you're Webster's agent, sort of. He set you up to fuck Scales and to hand out the money on the deal." She shuddered. "Naw, I ain't no genius. I just rifled Frank Scales' desk drawer and read up on the whole thing. Saw the money too, but didn't touch it. I figger to get my cut when the time comes."
"You must've imagined-"
"Yeah, I got a great imagination," he roared.
She almost threw him out at that moment. Always before Pritchard Benbold had treated her with a certain deference that wasn't here tonight. Of course! He thought her a whore now!
"I saw what I saw, Kathy, and I had a hard-on for an hour after. Wow, the way you sucked the guts out of old Scales. Later I got a chance to dig into Scales' desk and found out why you were digging that old guy."
"It isn't what you think. Anyway, I don't believe that rifling Frank's desk is one of your duties, is it?"
Instead of getting mad, Benbold threw back his head and laughed. "You got spirit, doll. You're one smart dame. Listen-"
And he began to tell her how they could work together to "take Chuck Webster to the cleaners". All Benbold had to do was go to the owners of the Crystal Building and tell them their lease was in jeopardy. After all as City Engineer he wrote up all the feasibility reports. Benbold thought they might pay a few dollars to get a favorable report and a few more for an unfavorable one for the Sawyer Building of Chuck's.
"That ain't all. I know your husband ain't been doing well, working for the business machine company. Listen, I could help him a lot, too." He told her that C-W got little of the City's business. "The City spends thousands for machines like C-W makes. Listen, Kathy, I got a friend who could give Tom Lewis a contract that would make him a super star salesman. You don't need no Chuck Webster at all!"
Kathy wasn't interested in the money. But a chance to get out from under the influence of Chuck Webster, a chance to defeat the man who'd treated her so badly.....
Presently they had more hot toddies and Kathy and Benbold were chatting like old friends. He told her how much he admired her and how much he'd like to do for Tom, and while she knew he was exaggerating, it felt pleasant to find a strong man to oppose that horrible Chuck Webster and all his plots. Somehow he was on the sofa beside her and she was telling him her woes, including the fact that Frank Scales had suspended her.
"My God, Kathy, you don't have to take that. Why I could hire you into my office at more than that dope Scales pays, and treat you right. Scales lives in the nineteenth century. I can get rid of this jerk, Webster, for you, get some good business for your husband, and fix you up with a good job. My God, I'd've helped out long ago if I'd a known the problems you had."
Kathy felt very good now, much better, relieved and grateful to Benbold. When he leaned over and kissed her, she made no serious objection. It was like showing affection for your father and the series of hot toddies had made her pleasantly dizzy and relaxed.
Then she felt a warm, tingling feeling in her breasts and realized slowly that somehow Benbold had gotten his hands inside of her blouse and was very hot. "Mus mustn't do that-" she protested. She wanted to tell him she was a decent woman and tried to strike his hands away, but hers were too slow; they wouldn't move as fast as her brain told them to. She laughed in surprise at her own drunkenness and felt a warm wet tongue slide into her mouth over her lips.
Tom? Chuck? Frank? "Wazzat," she asked trying to pull away. Something warm, firm, hard mysteriously materialized in her hand. Male. Male meat. Cock. It was making her too hot. She wanted to grasp that solid, masculine certainty, and she feared it, also. It made her cunt flow, but everything was slowed down. Half angry, half aroused, she complained "No cock." Then her clothes seemed to melt away and it got cold. "Freeeeezinngg," she shivered.
Someone was extolling her virtues. "Kathy, lovely, delectable..." She felt herself carried to her bed, and she was glad because she needed to rest and it'd be warm. It was very warm, oh, delicious, because the man laid on top of her to keep her warm, fat, soft, sweating. Then his prick violated her and she felt deep belly thrills as the cock opened up her vagina that was already slick with her juice. Ahhhhh. Some of the fog cleared and she started to cry out in protest, but the intense sexuality of that driving prick strangled her cry. "Oh, noooooo," she wailed. Then: "Ah, ah, ah," It felt so good to have a warm, fatherly cock reaming into her cunt.
Benbold's face swam before her. "Fucking you!" he exulted. "Even Frank didn't fuck you the other day." Fat and bald as he was he was one turned-on male, digging his eager cock into her tunnel and slobbering on her face, on her breasts, hugging her, sweating and getting it off.
"Benbold no don't," she cried out, but she knew it was futile. Already his cock rode her clitoris and made her loins fuck him back in luscious strokes, while darts of sex delight shot up her backbone. She was fuck-captured by the rotund City Engineer in her own bed!
Kathy groaned, partly in pleasure partly in disgust with him and with herself. She'd meant to get him to help her, but had not meant to get involved with him sexually yet here she was giving herself to the last man in Cranfield she wanted to make love to her. Disgusting! And sexy, with that wild prick plunging into her. She would just have to take it, drain him off and-
"Oh, God, God, God, I ain't ever had it so good," creamed Benbold. "God what a beautiful piece of tail you are, honey. I could fuck you forever." Then to prove that he could he screamed: "GOD!" and locked and burst his seed in her, gasping his pleasure.
The feel of that squirting prick laving her internal tunnel surprised Kathy into orgasm herself. Her whole sex nerve network was hot, and as Benbold finished his last delicious squeezes, she gasped and throbbed off for his cock, paying tribute to his sexuality with throbs and with deep throat whines that added to his pleasure. Oh, disgusting!
Kathy was still half-drunk but sober enough now to realize that Benbold had lied to her and used her. Maybe he would help her overcome Chuck and help her with Tom and her job, maybe he wouldn't. His main motive was to cover her with his fat, disgusting body and fuck her.
He got off of her, murmuring and cooing "Beautiful. Best I've had in years." She staggered up off the bed hating him and hating herself. She could feel his copious jism sliding out of her cunt down her inner thighs, staining her with dishonor.
There was a vase by the side of the bed. Kathy seized it, turned and hit Pritchard Benbold over the head with it, smashing it into a thousand pieces.
His white face stared up at her in surprise. There was no blood, no wound, nothing but the dust of the broken vase and some odd scraps and pieces resting on his bald head.
"Why you cheap whore slut!" he roared. "So that's the way you want to play."
She tried to run but he got off the bed, caught her, and hit her squarely on the jaw with his big fist, and Kathy cried out in her hurt. "Ohhh," and went down at his feet. She was dazed again and her jaw stung furiously from his blow, so she just gave up and slipped into blackness for a while....
Tied up. There was no doubt about it. When she wiggled her legs they wouldn't move because her ankles were bound. When she tried to get her arms moving she couldn't because Benbold had tied her wrists behind her. She was still naked and she lie on the top of her bed. Her jaw still ached from the blow he'd given her. Her eyes focused on the clock on her dresser and she was startled to see that it was only ten thirty at night.
Benbold came in from the bathroom. He had stuck a small plastic bandage on his head; apparently the vase had had some effect after all. He was scowling. "Me you don't bop with vases, baby. You practically threw your tits at me. Your ass. So I fucked your sweet guts and what do I get for bringing you joy? A sock on the head. Uh-uh, not Pritch Benbold."
"Untie me."
"No. I gotta teach you a lesson, sweets."
"Untie me or I'll scream."
"If you scream I'll stuff a washrag in your mouth, sweets. You see you're kinda unlucky. It happens that I like rough sex, when I can find somebody else that-likes to play rough too."
"How dare you tie me up," she stormed at him.
He dug his finger into her belly button while she winced. "Oh, I dare, I dare." He turned her over. "This belt I got, I guess it belongs to your husband," he said. "Maybe he'd get along with you better if he licked your ass once in a while."
She was both frightened and angry. It was most humiliating to be tied hand and foot, then flopped on her face and left there, presenting her nude ass to the fat man. Smack! Tom's belt bit into her buttocks. "That's for hitting me with the vase," grunted Benbold. Smack, smack, smack! Oh, those blows stung her buttocks outrageously and Kathy squirmed and howled her shame and embarrassment to be so used by him. "After I gave you such a good fuck hitting me with the vase after all I was going to do for you, sweets." He grunted as he brought the belt smartly against her buttocks and the shooting pain made her thump her loins helplessly on the bed, crying, cursing him and thoroughly embarrassed to be treated like a helpless little girl.
"Jesus Christ, have I got a hard-on!" he exulted. "I ain't never spanked such a sweet behind. You oughta see your rear, Kathy. It's blushing a sweet, sweet red."
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. She felt him thrust his hand between her legs. "Pretty dry, huh?" said Benbold. "I tell you, I had a girl friend once, I could tie her up and spank her and she used to make her cunt flow juice almost to her knees. I'd stand there spanking her and almost come just to see how excited she got." He kept digging his hand into her cunt until her flow started. "Guess I'll have to educate you from the start, we're going to be partners."
Partners! He was worse than Chuck Webster with all this partners talk. "Please, don't hit me any more. I I'm sorry I hit you with the vase." The words almost stuck in her throat but she forced herself to say them.
Whack, whack! The belt had moved up onto her back now. "You're sorry because I gave you such a good fuck and you hurt me," he prompted her.
"Oh, yes," she moaned.
"Say it, bitch!" Whack, whack.
The words tumbled out of her mouth. "I'm sorry I hurt you after you gave me such a good fuck!" she wailed.
"That's better. Who'd've thought the high class sexy beauty like you digs whipping and rough handling like some street whore," he enthused. "We're gonna get along great, Kathy." He dropped the belt and went into the bathroom. She turned her head and saw him waddling, big belly stuck out in front, an enormous hard-on jutting up between his legs. My God, Benbold must be some kind of a sadistic madman. He actually sounded happy and friendly when he was beating her and making her say those wild things.
He came back with a plastic bottle that she recognized as rubbing alcohol. "Got to soothe those little cuts I made on your sexy body," he said. "Don't want a beautiful piece like you to get infected."
She screamed. "No, no!" She knew the sting the rubbing alcohol would have on her tender skin and the abrasions. But he laughed and palmed a handful of the liquid and slapped in on her butt. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she keened in pain.
"Scream it out, doll," he cheered her. "You like punishment and when we fuck later you'll really go crazy for cock."
She did not like punishment, but he was deep into his trip now. There was a sullen sex glow when he finger-fucked into her cunt, and the warmth of the spanking he gave her had hinted at what a masochist must feel. But Kathy Lewis was no masochist!
He wet his fingers with the fluid and sunk them inside of her crack. The fiery stuff in her cunt made her thump her body on the mattress in deep distress. "Oh, no, don't don't," she begged. His answer to that was to dig his fingers into her ass-hole where the liquid added hot flames to her already punished behind, searing her tender flesh. She wriggled in her bonds. Oh, she had to escape this cruel madman!
"Would you like to suck me off now, Kathy? Now that I've punished you and we're friends again? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
What could she say. If she said "no" he'd punish her some more. If she said "yes", she'd have to take that repulsive cock into her mouth.
She shuddered and said: "No!"
"Oh, Kathy, that was a mistake," he said. "Oh, my dear girl, that makes me think I haven't punished you quite enough. When I've done a good job, you'll beg me for sex, any way that I want it." He looked around the room. "Ah, a candle!"
He turned her over once more, went and got a long, graceful candle that she always kept in the bedroom both for decoration and for electrical emergencies. He lit it and stood above her, smiling down like one of the devil's cherubs. Kathy was really frightened. Whether it was booze plus the sex, or whether he somehow felt she had no redress against him, she thought he was a little bit insane and must be humored. But she could never forget that moment when, naked and tied up on her bed, she stared up into the pig-like gleaming eyes of August Pritchard Benbold as he smiled evilly down upon her, holding that lighted candle.
"Well, now," he said examining the length of her nude body. "Here's a blemish we can eliminate." He turned the candle up and let the hot wax drop off onto her navel. Ohhh, it was hot. She jumped like he'd shot her.
He bent over her, grinning. "But, Kathy sweets, I'm just trying to seal up some of your holes so you won't want to have sex with them. You just said you didn't want to have sex."
"I I I-"
He waved the candle over her mouth. "The hot wax won't really burn you, Kathy. Kids drop it on their hands all the time. It stings a little, that's all. Open your mouth. I'll seal it off, so you won't have to give me a nasty old cocksuck!"
Eyes bugging in her head, Kathy firmly locked her lips. Benbold laughed, dipped the candle and spilled hot wax over her sensitive pink breast nipple.
"Argghhhhh!" she went, cringing at the punishment.
"We'll seal those off too," he said. "They can excite you into unwanted sex, huh, kid?" He dropped wax on her other nipple as she screamed and felt the excess boil down into her cleavage like superheated jism. Benbold cheered happily. Then he brought the candle flame close to her face once more.
"Close your eyes, Kathy. Under no circumstances should you oughta see anything as dirty as my hard prick waving in the air."
When she saw that he meant to drop the hot wax into her eye sockets to seal her eyelids closed, Kathy went slightly crazy, bucking and spinning on the bed, and tossing her head. Why, it might actually blind her! "Oh, you rotten, fucking, damned, shithole beast!" she screamed. "Oh, you mother-fucking shithead!"
Benbold laughed. "Why, Kathy such talk from a high class snoot like you." But instead of dropping the wax on her face he brutally slammed the candle, base first, into her cunt. Kathy's heart pounded and her body sweated and she was twisting and jerking like some Olympic athlete. He just got on the bed with her and held her as well as he could reaming her cunt with the candle. Oh, oh, oh. "Do deee don't, don't!" she exploded. He had captured her extreme body excitement and was turning it into sexual excitement, riding her cunt with glorious friction of the cock-like candle. Her twisting in fear, turned into twisting from her sweet sexual distress. He was really pumping her off and her excitement translated neatly for him into his candle masturbation of her. She bucked her loins against the candle, gasping now. "Oh, ah, oh, oh, oh-"
"Go, baby. Fuck that hot candle, suck it into your guts," he cheered her. He prodded at her proudly, making her work her sex equipment. "I'm gonna make you scream with your candle orgasm!" Her fury and the frustration of being tied up and being in his control made her lash the harder. She felt she was at the doors of madness and ecstasy from the continuous, outrageous thrills of total body use against the man's fuck demands. Then, shattered, muscles tiring she began to surge and lock in her sex freeze. "Ah, God, oh, Gus. OH, JESUS, GOD, I'M FU FUCKED
GOOOIIIINNNNNNG! AHHHHHHH." She lifted up for him, and he cheered again and held the candle as she froze. "Ah-uh, ah-uh, ah-uh," she went throbbing off her orgasm to his candle. It had gone out long before, of course, but it quivered and jumped, as she came, signaling the distress-joy of her clipping cunt as, imbedded in her, the darkened end of it waved in the air.
She was so exhausted she just fell back on the bed, not caring that the greasy prick-substitute was still thrust deep in her body. She closed her eyes and listened to her heart thud, and felt the traitorous sex glow of her loins and hated Benbold and all men.
Presently he gently lifted her head and she dreamily opened her eyes and saw his stiff cock thrust at her. Docilely she took his meat in her mouth and began to suck him. He was satisfied now with the results of his sadism, treating her very gently, moving his loins in deep-gut thrills as she sucked him off.
She didn't try to make it good or bad, but she just sucked him, feeling him rise, getting gentler and softer in his tone as he approached orgasm. "Oh, Kathy, sweet girl, so gooooood," he intoned. She felt no sexuality because she'd had to spend so much. She wished now she'd sucked him off to begin with, rather than accepting the humiliation of the candle fuck.
"Oh, Kathy, you're doing it. DOING IT!" he suddenly burst and gave a great pig grunt. She felt neither excited nor sad as his first burst gushed into her mouth. He had mastery of her for now and she just obediently sucked his foul-tasting come because he wanted her to while he wiggled in fat joy and spent his guts out into her mouth and down her throat.
Chuck Webster walked into the room shortly after they'd finished. "Kathy, that was one bastard of a drive on a cold night like this-" He broke off and stared at them.
Kathy, on the bed, still tied up, was a pathetic sight. Some of Benbold's jism had leaked out of the corner of her mouth and her eyes were lackluster in her exhaustion. Chuck said: "I think you goddam overdid it." Benbold grinned at him weakly. "I we it turned out she-likes the rough stuff, you know?" His eyes glazed in horror as Chuck turned white and advanced on him. "Now, Webster, damn it-"
Chuck hit him in the stomach and Benbold folded with a gut-wrenching belch and a loud clatter. Chuck grabbed him by one arm and dragged him into the bathroom. Kathy just lay there and heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Then came a scream. "Yeeooooow!" Then she heard the unmistakable sounds of Gus Benbold vomiting. That seemed to go on for quite a while. Kathy just lie there patiently listening. After a while she heard a sound she couldn't make out and then heard Benbold's panicked "DON'T PLEASE" and then a high pitched, pain-wracked scream. After that Benbold was vomiting again but now it sounded like there was nothing left for the fat man to heave up. One more loud satisfying smack and a thump and Kathy closed her eyes and smiled. She felt Chuck's hands undoing her bonds. She heard him murmuring words but she was too tired to understand them. She just let him cover her with her robe and fit her inside the covers, and then she sank down into a half-sleep, half-faint. Her ordeal was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tom Lewis, Kathy's husband, awoke from a nap and smiled up at Chuck Webster. He was in Chuck's bed in Chuck's Chicago apartment. He smiled dreamily at Chuck, naked and relaxed.
"Three days now without a single drink," Tom told Chuck. "Man, that's progress."
Chuck threw back the covers and reached for Tom's soft cock mass. "I told you there were better things to do than pour all that rotgut down your throat." He had greased his hand with vaseline and now began to jack off the younger man. Tom had a good six inches and his prick immediately began to rise.
"The hard-ons are the best," said Tom. "With Kathy I couldn't get hard-ons. Me with the most beautiful wife in the midwest, and no hard-ons."
"Now you get one every day," said Chuck. It felt good to feel the sex desire flow into the man's meat. The cock gleamed with vaseline now and stood at attention, getting stiffer and stiffer.
Tom laced his fingers behind his head and lay back in luxury, letting the older man jack him off. "Man, that really feels good," he said. His prick was really hard now and pure pre-seminal fluid oozed out of the small hole in the head.
"I'm going to take you slowly," said Chuck climbing on the bed beside the long-haired youth. "This time I want you to hold onto your cookies as long as you can, no matter what I do."
"I'll try," laughed Tom. "Ohhhhhh, that feels so good. Real, honest hard-ons feel so good."
The poor guy! Chuck had jacked him off the first
I'll time while Tom was half-drunk, proving to the insecure, depressed young man that there was nothing wrong with his sex equipment. The second time Chuck pulled his pud in Tom's motel room, Tom had also been slightly swacked, too fuddled to be embarrassed and eager to find out that the first time hadn't been a fluke. After that, Chuck had gut-spurted Tom every day as he weaned him away from the bottle.
After that, with no more traveling assignments for a while, Chuck staying in Chicago, saw no reason for Tom to run up motel bills. "We'll get you off the sauce and into some good hard-ons," he told Tom. "Then you'll be ready for Cranfield and Kathy." The C-W Company might or might not agree, but Chuck wasn't telling him yet about those troubles. Right now, as far as they knew, Chuck was doing local Chicago sales and breaking in Tom on some of the customers in the big town. In actuality they only hit a couple of places a day, while Chuck worked on restoring his problem salesman.
Right now Tom was really into the sex feeling, straining up to Chuck's hand. His face blushed sexily and from time to time his young, stiff cock throbbed in ecstasy in Chuck's greased hand. Leave it to a guy to know how to make you feel good, thought Tom. In a way it was sort of homosexual. Still, lots of guys when they were young masturbated in each other's company. Sometimes they jacked each other off, instead of pulling themselves.
Thrilling to Chuck's hand, he began to make gentle fuck motions with his loins. "Ah, ah, ah," he said.
"Not too fast," ordered Chuck. "Make it last."
Tom tried to relax, trembling a little in his desire to burst those tight balls of his that for the first time in months were getting a daily workout. Back home with Kathy, time and again he'd tried to force himself into sex, but the fire he'd had when they were first married was gone. The fewer successes he had, the more he drank. Finally he'd become completely impotent with her and traded his sexuality for drinking, getting looped every day.
Tom gave a deep gasp as the waves of sex delight in his cock reached some deep point in his sex psyche. "Ahhhhhh."
"Keep on holding to it," said Chuck.
Tom laughed. "You're getting a hard-on, too," he said.
It was true. Fucking off the other man's meat with his hand, Chuck had felt sexier and sexier, and his cock in the jock shorts had lengthened. "What the hell," he laughed and pried open the shorts and let his jong strain outward.
"My God," said Tom. "Eight inches. What a cock!"
"Size doesn't mean a thing," laughed Chuck, but he was proud that he had the advantage of the other. Not only was his dick longer, but it was bigger around. He wasn't surprised that he was getting his own sex thrills. Before this Chuck had never touched a man or even thought about homosexual kicks.
The fact was, he no longer had Dolly around to burn off his sex with. Nor did he have Kathy. He had no sex life at all. Kathy had left Cranfield the day after her wild night with August Pritchard Benbold. She had an aunt somewhere downstate in Illinois and Chuck had reluctantly agreed that she should go there for a short rest. Kathy hadn't even wanted to see her husband, Tom. It was obvious that Kathy Lewis had had enough men in her life for a while, and a female aunt would just about be right.
Chuck now took some vaseline and rubbed it on Tom's lower belly. It felt very sexy to enjoy the ripple of the taut skin, oily under his hand.
"Hey," laughed Tom.
"I dig your belly," said Chuck. "Every once in a while you tense your muscles as your cock gets hotter."
"I I-like it," said Tom. At this point he was really sexed up and willing to let his friend do anything he wanted.
In fact, Chuck was getting hot for Tom's body. It was kind of silly to come so close to sex and not get your own jollies. All along Chuck had sensed the passivity of the man, had picked him for Cranfield assignment for that reason. Of course, his good-looking wife was a tremendous plus in what Chuck planned to do in Cranfield.
From the first, Chuck had suspected that part of Tom's sex problem was a strong latent homosexual drive, and now was as good a time as any to find out how far it went. Maybe he had some in himself, because now he felt a deep sexuality suffuse his being. It was funny that clothed, walking around, Tom didn't arouse him, but naked in bed, fooling with the man's cock, it was possible to feel really hot.
Chuck stroked Tom's balls with his greased hand. "Boy, you've sure got a load to drop," he told Tom, enjoying the tight, heavy sex sac. "Urgghhhhh," keened Tom. "F-feels so good."
Chuck ran his greased finger down between the buttock separation along Tom's seam, feeling him quiver as the finger rode over the ass pucker.
"I'm almost there!" cried Tom happily, thrusting his loins.
Deliberately, Chuck grabbed a Kleenex from the bedside stand and rubbed the grease off Tom's cock. "Hey," said Tom.
"We'll try this," said Chuck. Heart pounding, he leaned over and took the head of Tom's cock in his mouth.
"Oh my God!" said Tom in awe. "Oh, Chuck, don't do that. Oh, please, it's toooooo gooooood."
But Chuck sucked deliberately, dizzy himself from the sensation of tasting the protein meat and the straining, tensing blade. It actually felt terrific and Chuck's cock throbbed in pleasure. Tom continued to splutter his protest. "That's really ho ho-homosexual," he managed. "You shouldn't
Chuck had no intention of stopping. You passed through life but once and the time was ripe to see what a male cocksuck felt like, he thought. He loosed the cock. "I'm going to blow you this time," he informed Tom.
"Oh, God!" Tom tried to rise up in protest, but Chuck pushed him back, and sucked the male cock again, this time working the skin fiercely over the hard muscle.
His body turned into hard, warm marble. He grunted and locked and they could both sense the burst of tremendous back pressure from the sucked cock.
Chuck took the first body-hot spurt in his mouth to see what it was like, the gush of starchy come. Then he released Tom's jong and bent it back a little so that the hot gushes spent on Tom's belly with a splat! splat! sound. Chuck thrilled deeply to feel the erotic spasms of the spending male prick. What a glory fountain! "Ah, ah, ah," went Tom as he spurted it all out of his guts. The jism flew up to Tom's navel and then as the pressure eased fell and puddled on his belly where it mixed with the grease Chuck had rubbed there.
"Now that's real manhood," enthused Chuck. He rubbed the sexy belly, swimming now in Tom's gut spend, some rolling off over his hip bones.
Tom had fallen back, glowing and pleased with his come. "That was fabulous, Chuck. But I don't think we ought to get so close to homosexual, you know?"
Chuck grunted and crawled on top of the younger man. When he brought his hips down, his stiff, hungry cock dipped into the pool of Tom's jism. The stuff felt like sexy spun silk on his cock and it was still warm.
"Hey," laughed Tom. "What's this."
"You got it off good, kid. I need to get it off myself."
"Yeah, but, but-" Tom protested. The bigger man pinned him down as if he were a woman being fucked. Tom felt Chuck's huge cock digging into his belly, sliding sexily on the grease and the spend. The hot body plastered to his and Chuck began to fuck his loins, riding his cock on Tom's belly, the two abdomens providing a friction device.
"Hey, now look," said Tom, "this is pretty dangerous."
"You want to-" grunt "suck me?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that, Chuck."
"You want to uh uh hand job me?"
"Well, it never occurred to me."
"Lie still, Tom. I'm doing fine," said Chuck who was in seventh heaven. He lay his length on Tom's body. He hugged the man and felt the warmth. The pool of spend made a fabulous, thrilling substitute cunt, and he was fuck-sliding on Tom's belly in glory. He got a tighter lock with his arms around his victim and began to lick and nibble the soft skin at Tom's neck.
"Oh, now, hey, now cut it out," said Tom. "I can't allow this. You've got to let me up."
"In a m-m-minute," quavered Chuck, reveling in the sweet fuck rocking on the kid's belly. His cock was getting hotter and hotter.
Tom struggled ineffectually to get out from under. It was no use; Chuck was stronger and was caught up in his deep sex delight. "Oh, damn," Tom said with almost female exasperation and fell back under the dominating male.
The resignation of his fuck partner whipped Chuck's libido to hot delight. There was nothing in the world finer than naked bodies, male or female, sucking together and getting it off in or on a hot, human belly.
"Ah, Tom, I've fucked you. You're taken," Chuck cried. Tom stared back at him, horrified and swallowed uncertainly. Chuck felt his guts turned to liquid now, ready to pour out his joy. He looked at Tom's beautiful face and seized his head under the chin in the V of his thumb and fingers. Tom's mouth was partly open in surprise. Chuck locked his own mouth on the luscious lips and drove his tongue inside the other male's mouth with a surging thrill of delight. Tom bucked under him in the homosexual kiss and Chuck felt faint with thrills, locked and then began to spend copiously on Tom's flat belly. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, heaven! As his body convulsed and delivered his hot jism, his breath blasted against Tom's soft cheek and his tongue drove into Tom's mouth and he completely controlled the other male in the wild orgasm. At last, laughing, glowing, fully spent he rolled off Tom and pointed at Tom's belly.
The lad's belly was a sopping mess, the two comes and the oil a lake of liquid, from navel to cock, running off onto the sheets.
"We've been there, man," Chuck cried happily. He rubbed the silken liquid with his hand, enjoying the texture of the hot come, the naked flesh, the soft feel of it. "I'll bet I could lick up every drop."
"Oh, Jesus!" cried Tom, leaping off the bed. He rushed to the bathroom to clean himself off while Chuck expired in laughter. Tom was homosexual to his marrow, a delicious male fuck, if he only knew it.
Later, dressed, Tom started to pack. "No offense, Chuck, but I think you've done everything for me you can do. I'm not homosexual, and I'm going to move back to my motel. Or even go back to Cranfield maybe."
"Listen, Tom. You like guys. You like to be stroked and loved and occasionally taken. There's nothing wrong with it. It just comes out that way for some people. You want to get out of sex trouble, stop acting something you don't feel. Get yourself a nice guy and fuck, fuck, fuck."
"I want my wife."
"Fine. So you're bi-sexual. These things can always be worked out. The important thing is to be true to your own nature. Then you'll have plenty of hard-ons."
"It scares me, Chuck."
"It's not the end of the world. You have plenty of love to give." He slapped Tom's buttocks. "I'd like to take you back to bed myself. I'd love to get it off in your sexy glory-hole."
"Oh, damn," said Tom blushing. He made his escape.
Eased of his sex need, Chuck turned again to his immediate problem whether anything could be done to solve the mess of his Cranfield plan. Right now it lay in the dust, shattered into a thousand pieces. After some thought, he picked up the phone and called August Benbold in Cranfield....
"I oughta kick your face in for what you done to me that night," said the fat City Engineer when Chuck admitted him to his apartment the next day.
"Sure," said Chuck pleasantly. "Maybe later. Now we've got to talk about money."
"How much am I in for?"
"Twenty-five thousand, same as the Council-men."
"That's shit."
"That's all you get on this plan. You'll make yours when you set me up to sell business machines to Cranfield for C-W."
Benbold nodded bleakly. He wasn't about to argue with Chuck Webster after the beating he'd taken. He still had a discolored eye. "What about Scales," Chuck demanded.
Benbold waved a hand. "The key is still Kathy Lewis. That little doll is the right choice to bring 'em all in the Councilmen who really dig her, and Scales and even me. There's nothing wrong with your plan. It just takes time to sink in. Hell, it doesn't even hurt the city, since we gotta move somewhere for the next three years. So why shouldn't deserving people make a little. Everybody says "no" at first. As a salesman, you know that, Webster. Everybody has some larceny, even Frank Scales. One day he's got to tumble. He'll go for two reasons, one being that it brings young Kathy a nice hunk of money. He's itching to do something for the kid and get some more of that hot sucking. The other is me. You could say we're kind of rivals. If I'm in, Scales knows I won't blow up on him. That's why I gotta get a bigger cut, Chuck-" The fat man went on whining, but Chuck's mind was elsewhere. Kathy, Kathy was the key. After he'd gotten rid of Benbold, he called Dolly in Cranfield and told her what she had to do. That was a hard sell, too, but at least he got her simmering. Nothing could happen now till they got Kathy back on the rails.
That left Chuck with an empty evening and a lonely apartment. He watched TV for a while, he knocked back a couple of drinks and tried to read a book. No good. At last with a grin he jumped up, grabbed his coat and headed out for the motel where Tom Lewis stayed.
It was no problem to get the key to Tom's room. The night man had seen him there several times and probably thought he was sharing the room with Tom. Inside Chuck found Tom as he knew he would, back on the bottle, lying on top of the bed in his shorts.
"Oh, no," said Tom when his eyes focused on Chuck. "No more of that fooling around."
Chuck's eyes glittered. He'd been too gentle with the lad. He'd picked the kid up from the salesman's pool, trained him, got him a good spot in Cranfield and gotten his wife a good job too. If the plan worked he was going to stuff the Lewis bank account with thousands of dollars. He had to get Tom off the booze and keep him on the sidelines so he didn't rush to Cranfield and louse up the action there. He jerked the bottle away from Tom. "You won't need any more of that tonight."
Tom got off the bed. "Get out of here, Chuck. It's my room, and-" He staggered and Chuck pushed him back on the bed, where he fell heavily and began to blubber. "I don't like what you're doing to me turning me into into-"
Chuck undressed slowly, feeling the rising delight of anticipated sex. "Breaking through your stupid ego hang-up to show you where it's really at," said Chuck. "Move over."
Tom whined and tried to get up again. Chuck shoved him back. "You see, with the drinking you can't even handle yourself. I got nothing against booze, my friend, but with you it's got to come second."
They fought for a minute while Chuck stripped Tom of his shorts. To Chuck's astonishment, Tom's cock had already hardened. "You see, Tom? Your cock already knows it's my fuck, and it's ready."
"No, no, no, no," Tom whimpered, but Chuck thrust him down and caught his head in his hand. Before it had all been tentative, each man feeling his way. Before Tom's cock had seemed strange and the gut workings of making a male go had seemed strange to Chuck. Now he knew that Tom was a sexy homosexual and he was thoroughly bisexual himself. No use to kid around with it anymore. As soon as he began to handle Tom's soft flesh, his own cock hardened in pleasure. Now he began to kiss Tom on the mouth and stroke his body, his nipples, his belly, his cock, just as he would a woman, fully and openly, his own breath going short in delight as he began to use the other's body.
Tom was just like a little kid, whimpering and fussing at first and then falling under the spell of the dominating male. His cock strained up hard and he began to moan instead of complain. He opened his legs so his male lover could get at his balls and fondle then, and he made little fuck motions with his loins.
Chuck was serious now, kissing Tom and stroking him, sucking his nipples, whispering love words, digging his tongue into Tom's ear holes to make the soft male shudder.
"Oh, my God, Chuck. Oh, oh, oh," quavered Tom. "It's too much."
Chuck dug his teeth gently into the soft skin at Tom's neck. "Look at you, lover. You're turned on like rockets. Your cock is like warm steel. Your balls are swimming for homo fuck. You want my love, love, love and lots of it."
Tom moaned and lie back and took Chuck's eager French kiss. Thrilled at this unusual experience of loving a member of his own sex, Chuck felt his own heart pounding like sixty. Who'd've thought you could get so high on a male body it just took the right one. Only this time he meant to savor the highest pleasure, planting his seed inside his lover's body.
Carefully, almost callously, Chuck worked his lover, with kisses, hot words and stroking until he sensed Tom was more eager for the fuck than protecting his ego. Tom was going now:
"Oh, Chuck, I do like it, I got to admit. It's weird, I never thought I would, but I do, I do, I do
"You're one sweet hunk of man-love," said Chuck. "Once you learn how to man-fuck and relax, you can have women too. Even Kathy." He passed Tom's prick into his mouth and sucked him gently, keeping the hot balls on a low boil. Now Tom was really ready, sexed up, passive in his arms, red with sweat and delight, heavy with fuck desire. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned.
Once again, Chuck used the vaseline to ease the friction, first on Tom's cock which was now almost purple and then in Tom's crack. Tom knew full well what was going to happen, but he made no protest, caught up in Chuck's driving need. Chuck worked Tom's ass-hole with the grease while Tom gave little gasps and moved his loins uneasily. The sphincter was stubborn, but at last it gave in to Chuck's fingers and he thrilled to feel the opening of the body hole that would give him the ultimate delight.
"Urrrrr," cried Tom in pleasure. "You're getting my prostate. Silken burn. I'm going to to-to-"
Chuck pinched Tom's cock below the head to make him save his spend. Then he turned Tom over and parted his buttocks. Tom was okay now, holding onto his sperm.
Chuck stared down at the sight, the hairs, the red inner rhime, the seam and the brownish opening pucker. Strange, different, but he'd corn-holed before many times. Only this time there were balls hanging right below the ass-hole. He greased his cock. "Okay, lover," he said. "You want it?"
Tom's muffled voice was strained and hot. "Fu-fuck me, Chuck. Fuck me deep!" he said.
Thrilling, Chuck slid his cock to the glory notch and shoved in. Tom gave a great, sexy groan and Chuck felt groovy, sliiiiiiiding penetration and the body heat of his taken lover. The rectum grudgingly admitted him. "Ah, oh, oh," gasped Tom. His ass was much more sensitive to the cornhole than his wife's had been. After all, Tom had a prostate that was being silk-stroked by the hard, violating cock. As Chuck fucked, Tom moved his loins in a lazy, taken way, adding to Chuck's enjoyment. When he tensed his smooth buttocks against Chuck's dominating thighs, Chuck almost blew his own cookies. Wow, it was hot!
"Now, uh, uh, uh," Chuck said.
He began to manfuck Tom Lewis. Delicious thrills possessed Chuck as he grooved deeply into Tom's body and enjoyed the friction of the bowel walls. The sturdy male ass could withstand a rougher action than a woman's, and Chuck began to ream in delight.
There was no hope of saving Tom's orgasm, not at this stage. Under him, Tom began to plunge wildly. "Oh, Chuck, you've done me. CHUCK I'M GOING TO EX-EX-
EXPLOOOOOODDDEEE. OH, GOD, OH, GOD. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Chuck reached under and caught the other's cock. He felt the warm, sweating body lock, and the blasting surge of Tom'siirst spurts. He got the weird feeling of Tom's ass-hole quaking around his cock and he literally fucked Tom's joy juice out of the dominated man's body. Wham, wham, wham. Tom bucked and roiled in pleasure, crying "uhahhhhhhhhhh," as he spent to his fullest glory, wild and open and lifted to seventh heaven.
Thrilled to within an inch of his own blasts, Chuck fucked gently, enjoying the prolonged feeling of fucking the juice out of the taken body. It was all over the bed under Tom. At last Tom quivered a final time, sighed, and went limp under his master.
Chuckling in delight, Tom now began to fuck faster and faster, using the human hole for his sole delight. "You were made for hot male pricks, Tom. It's your love-life fulfillment. Take my cock, take the full fuck of it," Chuck crooned. Words and saliva drooled from his mouth as he drove himself to crazed heaven on the violated ass. Then a giant hand of pleasure swept down from nowhere and locked Chuck's loins.
"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEAAAAAAA, he went. He held in glorious suspension for a moment sensing his raping cock burrow even deeper up Tom's tunnel to its ultimate position. "Ta-take my baby, you sexy bitch!" he cried and then began to squeeze off his pleasure-soaked spurts deep in Tom's body. Throb, throb, throb. It felt like his guts had turned to steaming liquid and poured out of his body in the hot spending triumph. Tom cried out in surprised delight at this fake woman's use of his being, fulfilling a role he'd been destined for, for years. He'd never felt anything like the pulsing, hot male cock up his rear and it completely turned his mind over. He thrust his buttocks tight to his male lover's, trying to suck off every drop of the hot come and give deepest pleasure to Chuck.
So with his ass, he'd drawn off Chuck's sex poison and turned the stronger male into a weak, spent figure that lie on his back and laughed in delicious afterglow, empty cock still hard up Tom's butt. You didn't always have to be hard and hitting, Tom knew. The hotter and harder the cock, the more the conquest when you drew off its load with your body. He squished in his own spend, content, under the weight of Chuck Webster.
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, Dolly," wailed Kathy Lewis, "I don't want ever to have sex again. At least not the kind of experiences I've been having."
"Honey, you don't have to. The men treated you terribly. That crude Benbold. He ought to have his head shot off. And my dumb brother, even my own stupid husband."
"Dolly, I'm so sorry about that!"
Dolly was sensitized to the body of the sweet young woman beside her. Ever since she'd driven down to Kathy's aunt's place to bring her back, she'd become more and more excited about this time alone with her lesbian dream girl.
"Kathy, everybody makes mistakes. It hurt me when I got that anonymous call, but I know the pressure you've been under. I forgive you and I forgive Frank."
"Thank you," said Kathy, snuggling down in her seat. Dolly patted and stroked her thigh once more.
The snow came down hard now, so fast with that silent spookiness that it was covering the windshield faster than the wipers could dispose of it. Dolly felt her inner excitement grow.
"We're going to have to find a motel," she said. "I don't want to drive in this horrible weather. I don't have chains for the car."
"Oh, Dolly," Kathy wailed.
"There now," said Dolly. "Everything's coming out right. Tom's safe in Chicago getting rid of his drinking habit with Chuck's help. You can trust Chuck for that. He's taken a real fatherly interest in Tom. Frank's agreed to take you back in his office, to stop acting like a silly old grandmother. And he'll keep his hands off you, I promise. You don't worry about Benbold either. If he ever looks cross-eyed in your direction, you can be sure Chuck will come down from Chicago and tear his head off. Just let me know."
"Men are so dumb," sighed Kathy. "But it sounds like everything will be better now...."
Dolly patted Kathy's thigh again. "I want you to stay with us in Cranfield for a few days. Until Tom gets back. We'll catch a good night's sleep tonight and by tomorrow the road'll be clear and we can roll into Cranfield in style."
"A single bed?" asked Kathy in surprise when they entered the room.
"We're stuck, dear," said Dolly. "I asked for twins, but so many people are ducking in off the road to wait out the storm that I had to take this. It's all right. The bed's queen-sized for a couple of queens." She blushed but Kathy seemed not to notice. Dolly's hands trembled as she put away her luggage. Kathy wore a rust colored pants suit that drove Dolly out of her mind. Every charm was emphasized, shapely calves, rich thighs, full bottom, a tight V, and the small waist leading up to those fabulous breasts. As a small-breasted woman, Dolly truly appreciated knockers of the size and beauty of Kathy's.
She began to stroke Kathy's rich, dark hair. "You're hair's so nice, dear. In fact you look good all over. The rest did you worlds of good."
"Thank you," Kathy blushed.
Dolly began to undo the big, dollar-sized buttons of Kathy's suit. Kathy caught her hands. "What . "
"Oh," said Dolly, "I thought we'd better take a nap. It's too early to eat, and you have to get your strength back."
"I'm not tired, Dolly."
"Well, I am," laughed Dolly, undoing her own blouse. "You can get in bed and watch TV while I nap. It won't bother me at all." She began to slither out of her clothes. Kathy watched her, trying not to be obvious about it. You were always curious about another woman's figure. There! Dolly's blouse and pants were off. Kathy knew that in all decency she shouldn't look but she'd wondered what kind of body Frank Scales had available to him now here it was. Small breasts, but very shapely, caught in a rather daring net bra.
Why, Dolly was a very cute and sexy woman, thought Kathy. Never mind her big voice and powerful personality. Her figure was trim, almost boyish, but the flesh firm and smooth and gleaming in the soft light of the motel room. Suddenly she could imagine Frank fucking that neat little body and having fun. Dolly seemed to exude some kind of sexuality. Kathy had never noticed it before.
Then Kathy caught her breath. Dolly was taking off her bra! She modestly turned her head, but there was a full length mirror and she saw Dolly's naked tits spring forth with surprisingly large nipples. They fascinated Kathy who stole looks in the mirror. It had been years since she'd seen a naked, adult female and it was kind of well, unique. Dolly rubbed the red bra line on her flesh happily. "Some day I'm going to join women's lib, Kathy. But as the wife of the City Manager ... Oh, by the way I always sleep nude. You'll have to forgive me." And she stripped off her bikini panties. Kathy couldn't help a small catch of her breath. There it was, a clutch of blonde pubic hair and a pink, innocent little cunt. Why, Dolly was hardly bigger than a teenager. She must be wonderfully undersexed. At least she didn't seem to be the least self-conscious about stripping.
Then she turned her back to fold her clothes and Kathy saw a cute, meaty little rear and delicate back thighs and slim, shapely calves. Some guys would go crazy to get their hands on that naked cuteness, Kathy thought. Wooie! I haven't had a thought about sex for a long time, not since that awful night with Benbold. Kathy felt a tingle in her own cunt.
Dolly walked up to her and said: "Feel my breasts."
"Wha-what!" Kathy was startled and she blushed.
"But, dear," said Dolly, "don't you always check your breasts for lumps? I do all the time. I don't trust myself. I have Frank check me all the time. Feel right there is that part all right?"
Dolly took Kathy's hand and pressed it to her breast. Kathy felt the nipple practically leap hard into her palm. She swallowed and said. "It's all right, I think."
"Oh, Kathy, don't be so old-fashioned. Knead them good!" Kathy held her breath and kneaded Dolly's tits. She couldn't help feeling a slight glow in her belly, touching a pretty woman's sexual parts. Ohhhh, that felt strange and sexy. She looked into Dolly's face, that good-looking, clean, honest face. To Kathy's surprise, Dolly closed her eyes and moaned a little. "I am very breast sensitive," she admitted. "Frank can bring me that way."
"I uh-" said Kathy jerking her hands back. "Oh, Kathy, don't be such a frightened little squid," laughed Dolly. "I'd much rather have somebody touch me and discover a cancer spot than hide in modesty and die, wouldn't you."
"I guess so." Kathy felt as if her blush was pasted onto her face. Now Dolly began to undo her buttons again. "While we're at it, I'll check your breasts for you," she said.
"No, I-"
But the older woman clucked like a mother hen and almost before she knew it, Kathy found herself stripped to the waist, and Dolly kneading her naked charms. It was Dolly's turn to blush. And laugh. "It's a good thing I don't dig women," said Dolly. "With tits like that, you'd drive a lesbian wild." Her eyes seemed glazed and her breathing was light and rapid. She swayed towards Kathy and fondled her breasts, pausing to turn up one of them and kiss the rock-hard tip. Kathy felt guilty because all this breast play had started her cunt to flow. "Is everything all right?" she asked.
"Delicious," murmured Dolly. Then she seemed to catch herself. "Oh, it's fine, Kathy. Come on, finish undressing and you get that side of the bed. Hurry up, it's cold." Obediently Kathy stepped out of her pants but put her bra back on, and, clad only in her bra and nylon panties slipped between the cold sheets on her side.
Dolly had turned her back on Kathy. She was getting something out of her suitcase.
"What's that?" asked Kathy.
"Oh, just my vibrator," said Dolly. "I've got to have sex every day. When I'm away from my husband, this little beastie does the job. What kind do you have?"
"I don't have one-" Kathy looked at the device of white plastic with its prick shape and had to swallow again.
"You don't mind-" Dolly had leaped into her side of the bed and Kathy heard the wicked hum of the vibrator as Dolly snuggled up to the covers, said "Ahhh," and started to make obscene motions under the covers.
"No, no," said Kathy. "It's uh all right." She had to swallow twice. She felt the bed move as Dolly closed her eyes, opened her legs and murmured. "Oh, oh. That feels so good!"
Kathy tried to fix her eyes on the TV screen but it was no use. She could hear the muffled hum of Dolly's vibrator under the covers, feel the bed move suggestively, and out of the corner of her eye see the slim body undulate with full pleasure. "Ah, oh," gasped Dolly. "Deep."
Almost without thinking Kathy shoved her own finger between her legs and rubbed herself. Her cunt was swollen and creamy wet. Oh, my goodness! She mustn't let Dolly know, or her boss's wife might think that Kathy was lesbian! She quickly pulled her finger back.
She'd always thought vibrators were for lonely old ladies but right now she almost envied Dolly, both in her boldness to please herself without shame and the joys she was receiving.
Kathy tried to focus her eyes once again on the TV screen, but Dolly said to her: "Kathy, you mustn't mind what I say. When I gug-get this thing going in my cunt, I get pretty wild."
"It's all right," Kathy tried to reassure her. She forced her mind on the TV picture, but the bed had begun to shake stronger and stronger, while Dolly began to hiss and moan.
"Oh, shit," Dolly said. "Frank, your prick is killing me. Oh, Frank, your hot cock is destroying my guts, oh, oh, Jesus, God, I can't stand your fast-moving pr-pr-purrrr-prick. God, it's so deep in me, Frank, oh, shit, God, you're making a baby in my g-g-g-g-guts for sure!"
The words hit Kathy like bullets and her own loins moved in empathy. Her whole nervous system quivered as she imagined Dolly's hot, cock-plunging male reaming his manhood into her. Kathy turned on her side and hugged and rubbed her own cunt.
"Urrrrrrr," went Dolly, "I'm fucked to heaven! Urrrrrr! Urrrrrr!" She was thrashing wildly now. The bed bounced under Kathy, whose hand found the V of her panties plastered down with her own leaking cunt juice. My God, would the woman never finish? "Ah, oh," moaned Kathy as her finger struck her own clit.
Dolly quieted for a moment and Kathy waited for Dolly's rise to her girl explosion. It would probably be spectacular, she thought, shivering.
Then suddenly Dolly put a hand on her shoulder and turned Kathy around. "You're fucking yourself!" Dolly accused her. Her face was red and she panted.
"I was only I really-"
Dolly thrust Kathy's hand away from her cunt and felt Kathy's pelvic region. "Why, you're sopping with girl juice!" she cried. "You're getting it off on seeing my naked body!"
"Oh, no, Dolly, I-"
Dolly thrust her face close to Kathy's. "So that's what it is. Why you have trouble with sex with Tom. Why you prefer sucking to fucking, with my husband. Why you handled my breasts so avidly. Kathy you like girls! I should never have undressed in front of you."
"Oh, my God, Dolly, no. I'm not lesbian!" cried Kathy in distress. "I've never touched another woman."
"But you want to!" Dolly seized Kathy's face between her hands and held it tight. "When I touched your breasts the points were like flint steel. My body turns you on like mad."
"Oh, Dolly."
Dolly kissed the beautiful face on the warm lips lightly. "That's what it is, Kathy. You have a secret desire to fuck me, but you can't face it. Face the truth, Kathy!"
"I I I-"
Dolly kissed those fabulous lips again, getting her tongue a little way in. Then she said: "Thank God, I'm broad-minded. In a small town like Cranfield you could be ruined if the word got out. ... Kathy, I'm your good friend and my brother and I gave you a lot of trouble. This one time only, I'm going to let you satisfy your unholy lust. Your secret will never leave these four walls."
"Honest to God, Dolly, I think you're mistaken. I never-"
Dolly took Kathy's hand and pressed it between her own legs. Kathy jumped like she'd been burned. Dolly's cunt was hot and steaming with her sex fluid, soft and open from the vibrator. Then Kathy gasped as Dolly took the vibrator, soaked with Dolly juice and slid it part way into Kathy's cunt. "These things start in childhood, Kathy, and grow on you until they fill your mind and drive you crazy. All you've been able to think about is love-fucking another woman...." Kathy felt faint with delight and deliciously dizzy as the substitute man-prick rode over her clitoris and parted her vaginal walls. Oh, the shooting joy in her belly! She could hardly concentrate on what Dolly said.
"I I I-" she managed.
"Thank God, I've come along in time to save you," breathed Dolly. She slid on top of the younger woman, reached back and flicked on her vibrator, oozing it deeper in Kathy's guts. Then she held Kathy's head with one hand and kissed her on the mouth, driving her tongue between Kathy's rich, wet lips with fierce lust. For a wild moment the two naked woman felt each other's hearts thumping like fury. Kathy hadn't even been aware of Dolly taking her panties down, but now she could feel the sharpness of Dolly's pelvic bone rubbing on hers, feel the fuck motions of the shapely blonde and most of all sense the wild, open buzzing of that wicked machine thrust so deeply up her cunt. She released saliva that Dolly drank greedily, and she felt Dolly pop her bra and hot hands thrill her breasts.
Now Kathy's juices really flowed under the driving need of the other and deep sex rushes penetrated her body. "Ah, oh, oh," she gasped, trying to get air from that lesbian kiss.
"Oh, Jesus God, I've got to fuck your luscious luscious ahhhhhh," keened Dolly, a symphony of movement. She was dragging her clit off on Kathy's strong pelvis while the vibrator took care of her hot victim.
"Just duh-do me a favor," said Dolly. "Say you want it. Admit th-the truth, honey. Let it come out help you immmmmm-mensely!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," gasped Kathy. The dominating vibrator, the wild sexy body on top of hers, the sucking sound of their bellies sliding, the pungent odor of woman-sex made her thrill until she was half out of her mind. Delicious tremors raced up and down her backbone. "Oh, Dolly, oh my God, Dolly. Please-"
"Fucking you," said Dolly. "Take it, you sexy honey-bitch!"
"AH," said Kathy. "AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE GO GOD GOOOOOOOOOOOD." She thrust up in delicious, delectable freeze and paid off with welcome throbs of relief, to the hot blonde, to the vibrator, to her deep body needs, spasm after spasm of jerking sex delight. Ohhhhhhh, it was heavenly.
"Meeeeeee t-t-t-t-tooooooooo," said Dolly and as Kathy sank into her after runs, sighs and jerks, she felt Dolly's cunt convulse and jerk, a skittering, weird feeling of the woman coming on her pelvic bone, the forceful contact washing Kathy's pubic hairs and the top of her slit with warm cunt oil. "Ahhhhhhhh," went Dolly and expired on top of her.
They lie there, naked bodies sweating and clinging to each other, breasts pressing into breasts, hearts twined in their fast thumping, spent and glowing, amidst the miasma of woman's pungent sex smells. "Oh, lover," whispered Dolly. "I could fuck your cunt right off your delectable body." She began kissing Kathy again. Lying passively under her conqueror, Kathy kissed back automatically, astonished at what had happened, pleased and feeling tremendously good after the orgasm.
All of the way through dinner Kathy was fascinated with this brilliant new idea of Dolly's. Kathy was a latent homosexual! It neatly explained all of her problems: her hatred of her father, her disgust with men who put too high a premium on her physical good looks, her problems with Tom, the way men like Chuck and Benbold had to overcome her because they sensed her sex resistance. She had visions of former times, girls she'd known who attracted her a flashing pair of brown eyes, a graceful feminine neck, a girlish breast or buttock or leg that turned her on....
Outside of the room, she told Dolly. "The snow's letting up. I suppose we could go on tonight."
"Nonsense," said Dolly, gripping her hand firmly. "We're staying right here."
Kathy felt grateful to the older woman for her support, for this new magic idea, and she felt mystic and sad and tender when Dolly took her into the bedroom and began to undress her. Lucky for her Dolly was bisexual! Why, Kathy might've actually cracked up and created some terrible, destructive lesbian scene if Dolly hadn't diagnosed her in time!
Kathy was amazed at what Dolly did next. She laid Kathy nude on the bed face down and began to kiss her tenderly, at her neck, under her ears, down her back. That hot, darting tongue sent delicious shivers all over Kathy's body. Gone was the hot, driving lust of the earlier scene. Now it was all tease. Dolly's tongue kept finding new, erotic spots that sent delicious tremors right through Kathy. From time to time Dolly would ease her head between Kathy's legs and sip the girl juice that was running faster and faster out of her cunt. "You're a magnificent love creature," Dolly whispered, and Kathy felt like a queen.
Kisses on her lips, gentle this time, probing, satisfying and Kathy trilled: "Dolly, you're making me so hot. You're such a good lover!" Then came the heavenly moment when Dolly reached
Kathy's nipples and Kathy rose to sex heaven, blushing deeply, beginning to perspire and thrilled by the soft tease and love-ache in her loins. Oh, she was made to be worshipped by this cute, trim blonde woman.
Her ribs, her navel, her lower belly ... Kathy began to hold her breath in wonder. She was so hot that sweat rolled from her forehead and she had a wonderful glow down below and her head felt light and weak with the sex tease.
Ahhhhh. "Oh, Dolly," she said as her lover's tongue slid inside her cunt. Then "ARRGGHHHHHHH." After that long, erotic tongue tease, she just lifted her loins and locked and went into orgasm, ashamed of her animal needs to grunt and throb in the heavenly silence and wonder of the lesbian love play. So this was the real love her body needed.
Dolly slid her trim loins over Kathy's shoulders and the younger woman gratefully began to tongue Dolly's slit. It felt weird and wonderful to eat another woman's love box. The body-warm juice excited Kathy, and when she found Dolly's clit, the smaller woman began to grunt and make fuck motions and turn Kathy on all over again. "Uh, ah, oh, my God, you're fucking me," said Dolly. "I'm trying to be tender," cried Kathy.
"Forget tender," Dolly ordered her. "Drive on me, you dumb cunt bitch. Eat my clit off, drink my cunt dry and make me scream."
Kathy began to laugh and suck harder and get excited and drive her tongue into the grunting woman. There was such a thing as being too soft and tender in this wonderful new world of lesbian fuck!
CHAPTER TEN
Skippy Scales had decided to fuck her father.
Ever since she was twelve years old she'd felt her sex hungers grow by leaps and bounds. Her mother's death and Frank's marriage to Dolly had stirred her in that direction, making her realize her parent was a cunt-hungry male able to satisfy a younger woman. Sometimes she thought her experiences with the three young males she'd had sex with were only a rehearsal for what she really wanted, an older male's prick, with her father at the top of the list.
The difference between a calloused young male and an experienced older lover became obvious to Skippy and appealed to her deeply sexual nature. In her first fright, she'd told on Dolly and created a family crisis. Twenty four hours later she regretted it. She understood she had to free herself of the shackles of conventional thinking and find her own way in the sexual jungle. The fact was, Dolly had been the best sex of her life, even if it were homosexual and slightly incestuous. If only she'd kept her mouth shut, she could go on getting those joys!
"I broke the taboo and enjoyed it," she told herself, looking into the mirror and approving the sexy, nude figure that stared back at her. "If I can go lesbian and enjoy it that much I should be able to get what I've always wanted and enjoy it even more. Frank!"
She got herself off handsomely on that thought and then began to turn her hazy, exciting fantasy into reality. No longer did she drag around the house in sloppy jeans with her hair up and her face dirty. She began to wear a miniskirt and sleek pantyhose around the house as well as when she went out on dates. Or she'd wear her sexy white shorts that were so tight they showed off her womanhood.
With Dolly gone, she was beside herself with excitement. It could happen any time now with just the two of them in the house. One night she actually touched his cock in his pants, as she chatted about boys and sex. But that seemed to frighten Frank.
"Skippy, you're at an age where your glands send you out of control. You've got to calm down."
Another night she thrust herself into his arms over some compliment he'd paid her, hugged him and rubbed her loins furiously against his manhood. "Oh, Dad, I love you so much!"
But he pulled away from her, giving her a fatherly spank on the buttocks. "Take it easy, Skip. Daughters don't hug fathers like that."
She knew her young body excited him, but he was so repressed he just couldn't handle it. She pressed on: "Dad, I could do anything with you. Sometimes I wish I could be your wife." There! She'd come right out with it. Her eyes sparkled in her excitement.
But her father shook his head sadly. "I'm not much of a husband, Skip. For one thing, the Council didn't give me a raise this year. For another, even with a lovely woman like Dolly I don't always get erections." The last just slipped out; he hadn't meant to tell that to Skippy. But Frank was feeling low, not only from the loss of Dolly, but because he'd heard rumors about himself at City Hall, like "slowing down" and "Lacks the old fire". He would never get that hunting lodge in Mineesota and at best he'd go to retirement on a modest pension. He had a lot to worry about.
Back in her room, Skippy was desperately hot. She knew she could give her father a good hard-on, the best he'd ever had! His troubles were all Dolly's fault, and she'd never quit until she proved it. She came within an inch of stripping naked and going into his bedroom and asking for love. Yet some shred of caution told her that would be moving too fast.
In his own room, Frank paced the floor and decided he'd better bring Dolly back from Chicago. Skippy was getting too wild and he now believed that the girl had highly exaggerated Dolly's lesbian approach. More likely, Skip had been angered by being caught masturbating. Furthermore, if he'd been a better lover to Dolly, she wouldn't have been somehow teased into making a gesture at Skippy.
Dolly was cool to both of them when she came back, but very soon Skippy found that Dolly's return worked to her advantage. Dolly went downstate and brought Kathy back to stay in the Scales household. The two women were inseparable, chatting for long hours and spending their evenings together while they left Frank to his TV. Dolly said to Frank: "Why don't you move out to the guest room and let me take Kathy into the master bedroom with the twin beds?
Frank could hardly object. There was the ticklish matter of that anonymous phone call suggesting that he'd had sex with Kathy. Best to let the two women work it out. Of course, that meant giving up his sex life with Dolly for a while.
Meanwhile, there was his nubile daughter taking every opportunity to touch and caress him. Whatever the reason, mind-boggling as it was, Frank had to face the fact that his own daughter was on the make for him. What was worse her young body did appeal to him.
Frank was dozing in front of the TV. It was a moment of calm before the storm. In two days the Council would vote on the building proposition and Frank had decided to do the honest thing and recommend the Crystal Building, end Webster's plan forever. It'd taken some wrestling with himself to decide that because even Benbold was in favor of the Sawyer Building, which meant that Chuck had reached the City Engineer. No matter!
Kathy would have to go to Chicago and join her husband. It wasn't up to the Scales to save her marriage or her life. He and Dolly would resume as husband and wife, have sex again. As for his wild, young daughter, he would thereafter sit hard on her, make her dress decently and stop bothering him, make it plain that he was her father not some sex object. Even if he had to spank her saucy bottom. Frank would show them he wasn't slowing down ... show them ... all.
Upstairs, Skippy listened at the door of the master bedroom. The murmur of voices inside told her that her lesbian stepmother was getting it off with Frank's sexy bisexual secretary. Weird! But the road was clear for her.
Skippy went to her room and slipped out of her bra and panties, closing her silken robe around her naked body. Now was the time to fulfill her dream if ever she was to do so. Her heart began to pound and she felt tremendously stirred as she went back downstairs to where she'd left her father dozing in front of the TV.
Her father still dozed when she entered the room. Now or never! All the way! She knelt at his knees, opened her robe. She reached out and gently undid the zipper of his pants. She eased out his cock mass until it rested hot in her palm. Father cock! Skippy thrilled feeling the wetness between her legs. It was right, right, right.
She bent her head and sucked her father's soft cock into her mouth. She'd only sucked a man's dong once before, but it wasn't a skill that required . a textbook. Ohhhh, how she thrilled to his meat, his cock taste, the smell of his crotch! She felt his penis begin to firm in her mouth....
Frank slipped into erotic dreams. Suddenly he was twenty years old again and a young Dolly was teasing him, was pulling out his cock, was taking his eager blade into her mouth. On the sofa Frank grunted and jerked, enjoying the delicious sensation of male arousal. "Oh, God," he muttered as his prick lengthened, firmed, and lengthened some more. He came awake fuzzily, thrilling to the mouth strokes on his sex. "Ah, Dolly, thank you," he murmured, reaching down and stroking her hair.
The hair was wrong. Even as he tensed his cock up to hardness his eyes came into focus. Skippy kneeled in front of him, her daughter saliva gleaming on his blade, her eyes closed, his hands luxuriating in the girl's rich hair....
"Skippy!" he gasped.
The girl looked up at him, clear eyes sparkling. Her face was radiant and, except for the thin robe, she was naked. He could see her big breasts free and pink-nippled. He could see the nudity of her torso.
"Dad, I've got to love you," she said. Her small hand worked on his prick stroking the smooth skin over the hard muscle, sending thrill after thrill deep into his guts. Frank hadn't had sex for a long, long time and his balls were crammed full.
"Oh, no, baby!"
"Oh, yes," she contradicted. She bent her head again and he felt his cock slide slowly deep into her hot, eager mouth, felt her tongue fluttering and her heavenly suction. Ah, God!
The crisis moment in all of Frank Scales life had come. All he'd lived for and believed was on the line, honesty, decency, his settled way of life. Against that were the crazy thrills that raced in his prick.
"No, Skippy." He leaned forward to pull her off his cock.
"I made you hard. I'm going to suck your guts out."
Then the impertinent girl slid her head down and her beautiful mouth closed over those swollen balls to lave them and work them gently. Frank felt incredible waves of sex delight. like all fathers who had attractive daughters and loved them, a part of him had always wanted her body. The full breasts, the lovely face, the soft, long hair, the flat belly, the sexy little honey-pot, the curving thighs and graceful legs, the wonder-creature that was his daughter.
Frank gave a sob and threw her back, off his cock and backwards onto the rug. He jumped up and ran to the end table by the canopied entrance into the living room. That end table was an antique of some value. It had been his mother's and over the years in his mind it had stood for his mother and all of her old-fashioned virtues.
"Skippy," he said, "come over here. I'm going to give you the spanking of your life." His voice trembled in emotion.
Skippy got up slowly, staring at him. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkled. She didn't bother to close her robe that exposed her lush young body. She walked towards him. "Why waste your hard-on," she said defiantly. "Look at that great hard-on I gave you."
"Skippy, I have a wife for that."
She came up to him and looked him right in the eye. "No, you don't," she said. "Dolly's in your bedroom fucking the cunt off Kathy Lewis."
Frank stood at the watershed. Repression against desire. All that he believed in was on the line. Normal family relations. Normal sex. Honesty against chicanery. He'd always believed the meaning of his life was to support normalcy. Yet here he lived in a different reality of hot cunts and hot cocks and driving egos. And now his own cock strained up in incredible steel lock, lusting for his own daughter. Dolly was upstairs getting herself off on Kathy. Now he realized that Dolly had truly fucked Skippy that time. Thrill after thrill rose in his body. His cock locked even harder, until it hurt. His eyes glowed with a devil glow.
Frank took her by the shoulders and then bent her back over the table until she gave a short scream. He pulled her legs apart, saw her bubbling cunt, fitted his tremendous hard-on to her slit, and drove his cock womb-deep into her cunt.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck your ears off," he laughed half-madly. "Ah, oh," cried Skippy. She was very tight and that imperial cock had opened her vagina too fast. "Ohhhhhhh, Dad," she whimpered. Then: "Ah, ah, ah," in pain and lust because he'd bent her back cruelly.
She'd never felt anything like that hot fuck. Frank drove into his daughter's cunt like his life was ending. The sound of his meat violating her echoed in the room and she twisted and cried out for mercy at her rape-fuck. It was her unfortunate luck that a lifetime of repression broke in a flood inside her father and he was in a crazy-hot fuck mood, blowing everything up. His prick drove and drove fiercely into her setting up such an incredible friction that she thought she was going to faint, and then she was afraid she would and lose the most compellingly delicious pleasure.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, Dad, Dad," she managed. He wasn't even there. His eyes were glazed, his breath came short, his prick was so hard she thought something had gone wrong with his body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck the shit out of you, you hot-cunt, vicious little sex-baby," he cooed. "Fuck a baby in your cunt. Fuck twins into your hot woman-guts. Shove my prick into your scrambled br-brains!" He laughed wildly.
Then he gave such a great cry that for a weird second Skippy feared he'd had a heart attack. But no, his lashing prick had suddenly stilled. In those moments her pain stopped and a wondrous feeling of sexuality settled over her.
Spurt! She gasped in wonder as she took her father's first shot and then squirmed under the fast-flooding jism. "Squeeze me, c-come, baby," he ordered, but she couldn't, not yet. Spurt, spurt, spurt, his hot fluid throbbed into her tight cunt and she began to whimper in delight at reaching him and receiving the blessed male spend. Her back hurt because he'd pinioned her to the table but she was willing to suffer a dozen forced fucks to have taken that tremendous come-burst from his balls.
They slid to the floor, his cock still in her and softening. Frank had his eyes closed and was giving little sounds of remorse. "Oh, oh, oh, baby so sorry."
Now Skippy felt the ache of her own unfulfilled desires. "Fuck your sorry," she snapped at him. "You didn't get me off. Keep going."
"Sorry can't-"
"For me, you can," said Skippy. She began to thrust her loins up around the cock. "Fuck hard, you stupid, shit-dropping old man. You're not going to beg off this one. I want it, and I mean to get it." She locked her naked legs over his back, then reached up and kissed him, driving her tongue into his slack mouth. "Mmmmmmm," he said. Then: "Wait a minute," and while she hung there, her heart pounding, he rested on top of her and then began to fuck her again. Her stomach almost dropped out of her body when she felt his prick harden in her channel. It was sweet, silken friction now because her tunnel was filled with his copious fluid. "Oh, Dad, oh, that's hot, hot, hot," she murmured. He grinned a lop-sided grin at her. "You stupid little bitch, you play with fire, you get bur-burned. Ah!"
Hard, hard, fiercely hard. Almost as hard as he had been before, and now they were rocking in sweet, sensual pleasure under the antique table, hot cock meat slippery and making her dizzy. Skippy began to grunt. "I-I-I-"
He was fucking her proudly and easily, obviously thrilling to the feel of taking the young girl. "You're stuttering, Skip."
In this new intimacy, she could hardly bear to look him in the eyes but she did. "I think my guts are about to open to let in your stuff and make your grrrr-granddaughter," she laughed. Then her eyes rolled back in her head. "OH, FRANK!" He gasped and fucked faster, throwing her over into orgasm. "AH, GOD," she keened and froze and clipped his prick, her sex system squeezing his blade with vigorous young throbs. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, soooo gooooooooood!" she breathed, feeling nicely pierced and taken to the center of her being. It was so rich, so full and she felt so happy! She sighed deeply giving up the last of her spasms to his master cock.
Frank kept right on going, driving slowly and sensually into her body, enjoying the slick friction of her doubly wet cunt, staring deeply into her eyes. "I've wanted ever since you were thirteen," he laughed. "I thought it sinful. I guess it is. Tonight I had to get it off." And then he began to revel in her good looks, kissing and sucking her naked nipples, giving her sexy French kisses as he fucked her. "Oh, Dad, I wanted you so much," she sighed happily and began to rise herself.
That time it was a quiet orgasm for both of them. They fucked gently, almost solemnly as if completing some ancient ritual and at last he gave a soft, wounded cry that almost tore her apart it was so love-filled and tender. "Ohhhhhhhh, Skip-peeeeeee," he went and she felt his cock go still; then came his relieving excited spurts for a second time, hotly flung into her to mingle with her sweet flow and his prior come. Skippy gave a sigh of completion and gave up her cunt again, letting him feel rich spasms of pleasure around the base of his cock.
Afterwards Skippy didn't trust herself to talk. She just slid out from under him and went on up to her room. Shyness, sanity replaced the wild fuck urge that had kept her on edge for weeks. She wasn't worried about pregnancy because she knew he'd had a vasectomy and in spite of his talk about making a baby in her, he couldn't. It was her new tender feeling for him and her fear of her guilt feelings now that she'd actually taken his father-cock. She guessed she wouldn't sleep much that night. Two minutes after her head hit the pillow, she was dead to the world in wonderful, dreamless sleep.
Frank felt as if he'd carried a load of bricks all day. He slowly locked up the downstairs and went upstairs as he did every night. He paused at Dolly's bedroom door and listened and heard the murmur of voices. But he was too tired, too relaxed to deal with her tonight. He went on down the hall to the guest room, undressed and took a shower. He paused before soaping off the sticky dried cunt fluids of his daughter. Then he grinned. "There's always more where that came from," he told himself and finished washing. He got in bed and the phone rang. He picked up the extension on the first ring. It was Chuck Webster.
"Frank," said Chuck, "I'm calling from Chicago. I'm coming down there tomorrow and I want to talk to you one more time about my plan. I want to ask you one more time to make the city take over the Sawyer Building and do some good for yourself and Dolly. You see, Frank-"
"I'll do it."
"I have to make it clear ... what?"
"I'll do it," said Frank and hung up the phone. He chuckled. That dumb Chuck Webster was really slow on his feet. Slow, slow, slow. Now it was time to sleep. He slept.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Next morning at breakfast Frank said to Kathy: "You won't have to go into the office today, child. In fact, I prefer that you stay out of my hair; I have some tough interviews to do." Kathy looked at Dolly and Dolly returned her look of surprise and delight.
Since coming to the Scales house, life had indeed been pleasant for Kathy because she was completely taken care of. She would work most of the day for Frank, but he would let her off early to go home and help Dolly with the shopping and the cooking.
To make it even better, young Skippy, dressed properly for once, and not flaunting her young body, joined them at breakfast and then went right off to school.
"She was even kind to her father," said Dolly. "None of that flirty-smarty lip she'd had lately. She seemed almost shy with him."
"A new love at school?" asked Kathy with a laugh.
"It just about has to be. The only time Skippy changes her ways is due to a change in her love-life. Anyway that leaves us clear. We can shop this morning and get some things for a real nice dinner, and then, honey this afternoon we live!"
Yet when the pleasure time came, Kathy found that she didn't enjoy it as much as she had thought she would. At first it had been wild fun to turn her back on the world of men and revel in the good looks and the hot cunt of Dolly Scales. It was like being a little girl again, with no responsibilities for Tom, and feeling beyond the power of people like Frank, Benbold and Chuck Webster.
She hungered for a change now. After all, while it was fun to turn her back on the adult world for a while, no fully-developed adult could spend a whole life being a child again.
"M-" laughed Dolly, "I can go on like this forever. If you want a masculine comparison, I'm like an auto engine that can run on either gas or diesel fuel. I guess I'm completely bisexual." But Dolly wasn't abdicating her adult responsibilities like Kathy.
Still Kathy felt that she didn't have to make any change right away. She lie on one of Dolly's twin beds naked, letting her lover stroke up her fires, kissing her gently, nibbling her sensitive breast tips, stroking her soft inner thighs and teasing her cunt. What a complete lover Dolly was!
The blonde dyke now slipped out of the last of her clothes and mounted Kathy, presenting her sweet little cunt to Kathy's mouth for the suck while Dolly nuzzled between Kathy's legs, sipping the smooth body cream that Kathy's excited cunt manufactured. Sex, thought Kathy with a happy sigh, is the one thing that never wears out! The familiar smell, taste and feel of Dolly's body began to catch her up in her love needs.
"Ahhhh, lover," crooned Dolly.
"Sweet!" laughed Kathy.
That was the moment when Frank Scales burst open the door and walked in on the two lesbian lovers....
Frank had planned this interruption on purpose. In his new feeling of freedom, looking at the world as the sexual place it really was, he could easily predict that the girls would get together, given a free afternoon with nobody in the house. Besides there was nothing he could do about Chuck's plan at the office today anyway, because Councilman Barr had not showed up. It was going to be necessary to get to all three willing councilmen to settle the matter of the vote.
Kathy saw him first and gave a scream. Dolly looked up at him like a fox caught in the chicken coop, her mouth wet with Kathy's girl juice. Her face turned red and then it turned white. "Frank-" Then "Oh, my God! FRANK!" Naked, she jumped up off Kathy.
Which was just what Frank wanted. He stood there balancing on the balls of his feet, swinging the belt that he'd almost used on his hot cunt daughter last night. This time he used it: He said: "I thought I might catch you lesbian bitches together." Then his belt lashed out and caught Dolly a stinging blow on the torso, leaving a red mark. Whap! "How do you like that, cuntsucker?" he laughed.
"Oh, oh, Frank. Ohmigod!" screamed Dolly. She began to hop about in her consternation. Whap, whap, whap! The belt struck her high and it struck her low, each blow a stinging fury on her nude skin, leaving red stripes wherever it fell. She began to cry in her shock and pain. "Oh, please don't, Frank. Don't whip me! I didn't mean to get into trouble with Kathy. I loved her so much."
Frank was in no forgiving mood. "You sucked off my poor Skippy and introduced her to lesbianism," he said. Whap, whap. "Then you tried to castrate me with your indifference to my cock. Made me think I was impotent." Whap, whap. "On top of that when I sought relief with Kathy that time, you didn't care if I did. All you cared about was a chance to get at Kathy yourself."
Whap, whap.
"Oh, Frank, no! Oh, oh, Frank, it hurts! Please don't!" Dolly hopped about the room first on one foot and then the other. At last she gathered her wits about her and made a dash for the bathroom. Going in, she got a final stinging blow on her soft buttocks and then she had the door closed, and then locked, and fell against it, sobbing in her shame and humiliation.
Meanwhile, Kathy on the bed was at first completely paralyzed in shock. She lay there like a spectator at a fascinating game, watching Frank beat his wife as he chased her about the room. It really tugged at her to see the suave, perfect Dolly spanked so thoroughly, reduced to a shamed, crying girl, trying to escape Frank's belt.
About the time that Dolly went through the door into the bathroom Kathy suddenly realized that she could well suffer a whipping herself, and she jumped off the bed and reached for her bra and panties. In times of stress people often do silly little things, and Kathy felt that she absolutely must get there minimum clothes on before she could flee the room. The delay was fatal. No sooner had she clipped her bra shut and danced into her panties than Frank, finding himself locked out of contact with his wife turned on her.
Crack! The belt across her buttocks made her give a cry of bawling pain. "Oh, Frank, not me. FRANK!" Her nylon panties gave her no protection whatsoever. "Miss Highamighty thinks she can go around screwing this one and not screwing that one. Thinks her good looks makes her immune!" Frank seemed just as angry at her as he had been with his wife. "I lose out on sex with my wife while you let her dally with you and the both of you get it off."
"Frank, I'm sorry. I didn't think. Please! Oh, I'm so sorry." Through a red haze of pain she rushed out of the bedroom, but Frank followed her, right on her heels, taking cuts at her as she ran and landing most of them. Crack, crack, crack! Her skin stung hotly and Kathy was afraid she was going to piss in her panties from the pain of it; yet she felt she deserved punishment from the enraged male. Her kind, dignified boss had been turned into another Chuck Webster and it was her fault.
Down the stairs into the living room where he caught her close by an antique table and gave her an especially severe whack and then in her distress she ran back up the stairs again, sobbing and howling her sorrow, pleading for an end to her beating.
"I'll never touch her again, Frank. I won't let her touch me. I'll do just what you say. I'm so sorreeeeeee. Please stop!"
Her body warm and glowing from the exercise and hot from his belt she collapsed on the very same bed where she'd started, face down and digging her head into the pillows, like an ostrich who hopes the world's troubles will go away if he hides his head. "Oh, oh, oh," she wept.
The blows stopped ... Kathy lie there for a while, her only thought gratitude that her well-deserved beating was over. The whole idea of her being a lesbian was nonsense anyway. Dolly had really conned her that day in the motel. Had taken advantage of her low morale to seduce her and make her think she was basically a girl-lover.
"Lesbian sex bores me anyway!" she shouted, lifting her head momentarily.
"I'm glad," said Frank ominously.
The real truth was that she was just a little bit bisexual, especially in the hands of a clever, very beautiful dyke like Dolly. It meant nothing at all. Then the sound of Frank's ominous tones sank in, and Kathy turned her head to look over her shoulder.
Frank Scales had undressed and was completely naked. His cock jutted up to his small paunch with blue-veined vigor, a straining shaft that was obviously ready for business.
"Frank-" said Kathy, trembling, "what are you going to do?"
The new Frank Scales grinned at her. "Fuck your brains out, Kathy, like I should have done that day in my office. I've got a lot of catching up to do." He climbed on the bed.
"But, Frank, Dolly-"
"Screw Dolly," he said. "This is for me."
She tried to turn over to face him but he pushed her back on her stomach. "Lie on your front. I don't want to have to look at your deceitful, cheating face when I screw you."
He pulled her hips up and mounted her dog-fashion. She felt him skin down her panties and felt the warm head of his rigid cock. Her cunt was swollen. Strangely, through all of this her cunt had been flowing in excitement from the time Dolly had begun to suck her, and instead of pain and shock, Kathy felt a warm sweep of desire as the cock head dug into her body. "Oh, Frank, that feels that feels-" she moaned.
He grunted in satisfaction. "It feels fuck-good," he laughed. What had gotten into the man. But she said: "Uuuuuuuuuuuu," as his blade oozed up her wet passage and she thrilled and thrilled.
"Oh, Frank, you're fucking m-meeee," she wailed, between her old tears and her new delight.
He held her by the hips and found his depth in her, then began his long fuck stroke, making her feel waves of friction-generated pleasure. "Don't worry, baby. I'm fixed and you won't get pregnant. This is purely for fun, fun, fun." He fucked faster in delight and began to moan a little himself.
Kathy suddenly wanted him to fuck her fiercely. It was punishment for all the ways she'd failed him. "Oh, Frank, take me. I deserve it. Fuck me blind," she begged.
He had her cuddled to him now, lying over her warm, sexy back and reaching under her to capture her beautiful tits and add to their fuck pleasure with the palms of his hand. He road her as if she were some kind of a barnyard animal. "Ohhhhhhhhh, you sexy bitch!" he said.
For her part, Kathy was just happy that he didn't plug her rear end in his desire to bring her pain. Instead she was getting a full, hot fuck, and she didn't have to croon about love and worry about being tender. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried in wild delight. How could she ever have fallen for all that lesbian nonsense? It was crap, that's what it was. Crap! "Ahhhhhhhh," she went, going deeper and deeper into her joyous animal.
Dolly crept out of the bathroom to stare at the sight in awe. She could scarcely believe this new, dominating Frank Scales. She'd heard him start to beat the girl, but had remained locked in safety while Frank chased Kathy through the house. Then their murmurs had encouraged her to open the door and come out.
Now she saw a beautiful sight. Her husband held the young girl down, arms circling her body, and plunged his cock smartly between her legs. The powerful, driving male loins and the receiving female loins made a symphony of fuck motion, and she could hear the meat suction as Frank used Kathy's cunt. Kathy had a rapt, happy expression on her face; Frank's face glowed with a devil look she had never seen before.
"Oh, Frank," wailed Dolly. "What're you doing?"
"Fucking the shit out of this kid, as I meant to do long ago, Dolly," he said. "You want to take a picture, take a picture."
"Frank, you I she-"
He was driving faster and Kathy was grunting like a female bitch in wild heat. "You want some action, sit on her shoulders," Frank flung at her.
Dolly wanted some action. like Kathy, her whipping had stirred her up, left her body hot and glowing, and her cunt had already begun to run. Hot, and having his permission, she gave a cry of delight and knocked Kathy's arms out from under her. The top part of Kathy immediately fell to the pillows. Dolly planted her rear on Kathy's shoulders and faced her husband, spreading her legs. She didn't think he would do it or that he would do it. He only laughed, this new Frank Scales, and leaned forward to reach her cunt with his mouth.
Dolly scooted forward on the smooth skin of Kathy's shoulders and Frank's mouth wet her slit. Kathy groaned under her, but Dolly ignored that in the thrill of the wet tongue of the fucking man diving into her blonde muff. "Ahhhh, Frank," she cried in elation. All was forgiven, at least for the moment.
Frank leaned forward and held Dolly's slim hips with his hands while he gave her suck action. His driving tongue parted her eager cunt lips and rode in over her clit while she gasped in pleasure. He sucked her juice and worked her cunt to lift her to gut glory. Under them, Kathy tried to protest, because he was using her strong, well-shaped back like a mattress. Kathy could feel some of Dolly's hot juice and Frank's warm saliva escape down onto her back. While Frank turned his attention to sucking his wife, his cock was still in her channel, throbbing like a pistion getting up power for the next strokes.
"Don't do this-" Kathy managed. She'd turned her head to one side so she could breathe. Dolly's answer was to jam some fingers into her mouth. "Suck my fingers, you sexy bitch," she ordered Kathy. And she made a game of trying to capture Kathy's tongue between her thumb and forefinger. Kathy accepted the added humiliation without biting, which never occurred to her. "Arghhhhhh," she said when Dolly caught her slippery tongue and pulled it part way out of her mouth before losing it. Meanwhile Kathy felt Dolly's undulations on her shoulders and it wasn't quite so bad now. In fact it was weird and sexy.
Then Frank stopped sucking his wife and returned to fucking Kathy. "You cunt, you cunt, you cunt," he panted in pleasure driving her up to glory once again. Kathy felt Dolly finger herself in this interval and the warm sex juice flowed onto her shoulders....
Dolly felt that Frank couldn't last very long because of his problem, but Frank had a surprise for her. Adjusted not to the fuck-suck and the two women, Frank very carefully eased back into his suck on her cunt and was able to fuck Kathy at the same time. Frank was in seventh heaven, controlling the two sexy girl boxes at the same time. It was glorious! He had no intention of riding off to orgasm too soon.
It was Dolly who broke first. She felt the heavenly strokes of Frank's tongue and she felt Kathy's fucked body writhing under her and she felt the thud of Frank's conquering prick using the girl. She'd never been so turned on in her whole life. "Oh, fuck, rape, screw the shit out of the girl," she cheered, and then was horrified to feel a hot flash of her own guts, feel a quiver and then a delicious, lascivious spreading freeze throughout her lower regions.
"Oh, Frank, Kathy. I think I think OH, GOD, I'M BEINNNG TAAAKEN!" wailed Dolly and jerked, froze, felt her cunt pay off in strong, pulsing throbs against Frank's tongue. She felt dizzy and deeply pleasured in this premium sex death of her life. "Ahhhhh," she went, jerking and throbbing.
It almost threw the other two over. Kathy felt the awesome jerks of Dolly's trim loins and thought it was the sexiest come she'd ever felt, imagining the woman open and taken and mad with joy. Her own breath came short and she began to grunt at Frank's driving cock thrusts. She couldn't say anything because girl-hungry Dolly was still strumming at her mouth with those fingers. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she went.
At that moment, Frank discovered with surprise that he couldn't fuck forever. Well-pleased with his endurance he was feeling invincible until cute Dolly weakened, froze and spent for him. The sight and feel of her sex ecstasies drove him to give a shout of joy. "You're fucked, Dolly!"
Almost at once he felt that deep, secret cunt channel of hot young Kathy begin to tighten. Her buttocks tensed and she went into her animal-taken grunts.
The idea of fucking and taking both women at once was the peak experience of his sex life. "Ah, no, I DID IT!" he enthused. His weak, impossible prick of a week before had turned into a masterful dong. Now Kathy was expiring under him, sliding down in her inability to function any more, paying tribute to the cock that owned her. She gave a sharp cry and jerked much like Dolly had done in involuntary pleasure. Then Frank felt the glorious triumph of her young cunt squeezing and throbbing all around his cock, a fucked-out and controlled girl having to give up her sex love to the older man. "Muhhhh, muhhhhh, muhhhhhhhh," she bleated, Dolly's fingers working her mouth.
Frank gave a second shout. "Ride it off, you bitches!" he cheered. Then he felt the most heavenly shut-off of his loins he could possibly imagine. Oh, THIS ONE, was going to be "AHHHH, OHHHHH, AHHHHHH," he sand in a fantastic note of happiness. SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! Living gut juice, from the center of his being flung happily into the girl's taken tunnel. Frank was riding off the sexy kid in wild fulfillment of his fondest dream. He'd really carried it to the lezzies and broken up that act with a ton of cock pleasure for himself.
For a moment as he continued his wonderful draining he thought he heard a sound or disturbance at the bedroom door, but the idea quickly fled his mind which was concentrating on the sight, feel, odor, taste and touch of his master organ.
Foe her part, Kathy enjoyed her orgasm much more than Dolly's fingers let her express. She felt her whole nervous system strain and spend off in complete, open fuck joy, her buttocks and belly tensing, her cunt almost cutting off Frank's prick as it felt to her. Dolly above her cheered, and then as she finished she felt Frank begin to go and that made her crazy with wonder to feel the hot male jism pump so fiercely into her cunt and rock her very womb....
At last the happy three untangled and rolled on the bed, laughing. It was a pleasant end to the unpleasant whipping episode that had started it all. The girls went on to examine their so-called wounds while Frank told them that they were going along with Chuck Webster's plan and do themselves a little economic good in this world. Frank felt great in his new take-charge role, and Dolly eyed him with admiration. Her man had somehow become a real man! Kathy, too, was delighted. The affair with Dolly had begun to pall, but now all sorts of new pleasures were being offered and she loved both her boss and his wife....
The phone rang. Frank grabbed the extension and listened and his face turned into a scowl. He grunted a few syllables and hung up.
"Wouldn't you know it," he said gloomily. "When at last I decide to change over and get somewhere for all my honesty, it gets ruined."
"What is it?" asked Dolly.
"Councilman Barr has had a heart attack and has been put in the Cranfield General in intensive care."
"Does that kill Chuck's plan?"
"It sure does! If he dies, we'll get a new man, and new councilmen are notoriously hard to bribe the first three months in office. If he lives, the others will be too nervous to risk the Sawyer Building. It'll be four votes for the Crystal Building and out. ... But besides, I loved that horny old bastard. Come on, you two. We've got to get over there...."
Skippy Scales lasted in school until noon. By then her experience from the night before had been totally assimilated, and she wanted more! She could tell the way the guys looked at her that she was throwing out sex signals the funny thing was, the more you did it, the more you wanted it, and she got the wild idea she might be able to go to her father's office and maybe they could get into something. Wouldn't that be wild right in his office! She felt the roller-coaster of desire thrill in her belly and make her cunt wet.
But her father had left the office when she got there. Neither was Kathy on duty. Puzzled, she headed for home, now beginning to worry that her father might've been trying to trap her stepmother and Kathy from what she'd let slip last night. He hadn't said anything then, but-
Skippy went into the house very quietly, not even locking the door because it always made such a loud "snap". If there was something going on, she wanted to see it, and some sixth sense told her that something was indeed going on in the Scales house.
When she tiptoed to the second floor master bedroom she found out that she was right, doubled in spades!
She could even hear the action before she got there those sexy, strange sounds that humans made in the throes of sex. The door was slightly ajar and she saw her father on the naked back of Kathy Lewis fucking her! Skippy wanted to cry out in shock and surprise, because it was the last thing she'd expected to see. What made it even more exciting, her stepmother was getting into the act, bareassed naked herself. It was like expecting to find a dollar bill and ending up with a twenty.
Skippy found it hard to breathe for several minutes. There was no danger that she could be caught, because the trio in the bedroom were totally self-involved. She couldn't actually see that fabulous father cock slamming into Kathy, but she could see his naked buttocks work and Kathy's shudders as the prick violated her. Then Dolly got on top of Kathy's shoulders and Skippy's father began to suck her cunt. The sights and the sounds set Skippy's nerves afire. God, how she wanted to join that crowd.
But she didn't dare. If she revealed herself, the show would be over, that was for sure. Instead, Skippy began to shed her clothes quickly and silently. It was enough to be allowed to watch what other kids could have such a privilege? To watch and get her own hot cunt off. My God, it was fabulous to see three naked full grown adults fucking and sucking each other! "Ah, ah, ah," she murmured to herself, naked now and reaming her cunt with her finger. Her young juices seemed to spring from her cunt walls and her thrills rose as fast as those of the people in the room. This was living!
That was how Chuck Webster found her, standing at the partly-opened door, her slim young body nr her behind moving in such a way that left no doubt as to what she was up to. Nor was there any doubt that she had plenty to masturbate over. The sounds from the bedroom made it seem like a huge orgy. Chuck kept as quiet as he could, moving closer. He need not have worried about disturbing Skippy. The girl canted her loins forward, fucking herself as her knees bent and she stroked her hip. Beyond her, Chuck, to his amazement, saw Frank fucking Kathy Lewis and sucking his wife at the same time. My God, the City Manager must've lost his marbles! Nobody heard Chuck. Skippy was as much into the scene as the participants, her eyes half-closed, her forehead perspiring.
Chuck was in a tizzy himself. He'd left everything up to Dolly, knowing his only chance to sell his plan to Frank was through she and Kathy. His call to Frank last night confirmed that they'd done a brilliant job Frank was on the team!
Chuck left as early as he could for Cranfield, but snowy roads held him up. He arrived at Frank's office only to find that the City Manager had gone home. Chuck was too impatient to call ahead. When he got to the house, he found the front door open and started to burst in boisterously. Then, just like Skippy ahead of him, he decided that he'd better not go rushing in wildly, especially when Frank had sounded so changed last night.
Now he stood in the hall, voyeuring the voyeur, and chuckling to himself. Whatever Dolly had done, she'd done it magnificently, including turning Frank into a hot-balling swinger! And Chuck's hungry cock began to rise. Because once more, Chuck was without a steady lover. His homosexual experiences with Tom Lewis had not slaked his thirst for long, and despite what the average man thought, a few sex-switch experiences didn't change a basic preference. Chuck preferred girls, had chased girls all his life and now, suddenly, here was hot girl action all over the place.
Tom, still in Chicago, was well-launched into his new sex role, having at last found his own preference. Chuck had only to take him to a few gay bars, had only to encourage the young man to follow his bent and give him approval, to get the lad started. "The important thing is to give and get love," he told Tom. "It's important to be good at what you are, not to force yourself to be what you're not." Of course, there was a shock ahead for Kathy, but in the long run she'd be saved years of heartache.
So now Chuck Webster stood in the Scales house, his cock straining in his pants, as he enjoyed the sight of the naked young teener, her smooth skin, her fast-developing figure, and her sexed-up loin motions and his hungry cock went into white hot fire-desire....
Young Skippy was snapped out of her sex trip with rude suddenness. A strong arm around her waist lifted her off the floor. A strong hand around her mouth cut off her cry of surprise. She twisted and squirmed and caught sight of Chuck Webster, her stepmother's brother. She'd met him a few times, of course. She liked him all right but she'd always been a little afraid of the strong masculine figure. He was an awesome uncle to say the least.
He carried her swiftly down the hall to a bedroom it happened to be hers and thrust her inside. "That's no show for a young lady like you!" Chuck told her.
"You you-" she stuttered. She was frustrated and she was shocked and she was shamed to be thought so by her uncle. She burst into tears and ran for her robe when he let her go and ducked out of the room. When he returned with her clothes that she'd dropped in front of the other bedroom, she was crumpled on her bed in her robe, weeping.
"You're a kid," said Chuck. "You shouldn't be watching scenes like that, Skippy. Or fooling with yourself. You should be out with some high school boy having a chocolate milkshake."
"I'm not a kid, I'm a woman," she said. The one thing she couldn't stand was to be thought innocent by this man whom she knew to be worldly. "I've had lots of sex."
"Yeah, in your mind."
"Not in my mind. I've screwed with three boys. Also Dolly your own sister we had great sex together. She really sucked me off." The words from the innocent looking teener teased Chuck and kept his cock hard. He knew of course that something like that had happened.
"Not only that Frank and I fucked," the girl rushed on.
"Your father?" Chuck who thought himself shock proof was astounded.
"Last night we had a ball. He fucked me blind right in the living room while Dolly was making love to Kathy Lewis upstairs. I made him do it. I sucked him off while he was asleep-" Skippy suddenly stopped, realizing how wild and hard it made her sound. Youthful exuberance sometimes overshoots its mark.
The way the girl suddenly stopped, the way she looked shy and embarrassed, told Chuck it was the truth. His young niece was one hot little girl. For the only time in his life, Chuck was stopped. He paced around the room. He'd meant merely to steal a feel and scare the young girl, figuring that she'd be actually relieved to be taken away from that scene that was too much for her tender years. That would also give him a chance to join the fun with Frank, Dolly and Kathy. But here was this incredible confession sex with three boys, Dolly and her own father. Just like that, and obviously well able to handle it.
Chuck drew the line at seducing teenage girls, at least those who weren't ready yet for full-fledged sex. Now Skippy changed in front of his eyes from a typical teenager nervous about sex to an eager nymphet, a girl who'd gotten herself laid by sucking her own father.
Chuck started to take off his clothes.
"What are you going to do?" Skippy asked with a gulp.
He stood there in his shorts, big cock barely contained. "The question is, Skippy, what are you going to do?
Her eyes began to gleam. "I-uh-don't know."
"Do you want to see it?"
She tossed her head. "No, of course not."
He reached for his pants. Skippy crawled off the bed, still in her robe and nothing else. She wet her lips. "Wait. I-" He stood perfectly still. "I'm ... not a loose girl," she said, her eyes flicking between his face and the huge lump in his shorts. "I'm not a loose man, Skippy," he said. She grinned; her sex high had returned.
"No harm in taking a peek," she said.
"No harm."
She released his cock from the jockey shorts and cried: "My God, it's big!" She closed one hand on it, then the other under it, and there was room. She jigged the soft skin over the hard muscle and Chuck felt a sex rush. Skippy said: "No woman could stand that in her."
"Women have and loved it. Even women as tight as you."
She held the cock. "It has a bend in it. Weird!"
Then she lowered her head and sucked it, expertly, eagerly. "Oh, my God," said Chuck. He lifted Skippy up and carried the teen-ager to the bed.
"Please, please," she begged. "It'll kill me."
"Not if I do it right." Chuck spread the girl's legs and found her thighs awash with her warm cunt oil. It was a delicate, delicious operation. She watched his face anxiously, half-frightened and yet thrilled. He took her slim cunt gently. "Hah!" she cried. "Hah!" But more in anticipatory fear than real pain.
Chuck gritted his teeth to hold back his own surging sex energy and pressed. Once she moaned but the warm, sexy flow of her juice told him it was pleasure. Then she cried softly, "Oh, Chuck," and expired with a fluttery little orgasm that didn't mean much. He was sweating from restraint; she was sweating from her impalement, as his huge prick slowly widened her vagina. Skippy didn't have her full depth growth yet she could take six inches but not eight. At last he reached a point where his cock pressed her to the point of discomfort and danger. He started to fuck her.
The friction drove the young girl out of her mind. "Oh, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck," she cried and began to ride under him in rising delight. "Baby sweet doll," he drooled in utter delight. Why this kid of Frank's was fuck-crazy she'd split! womb open with his murderous blade if he let her.
It was the weirdest, most delicious fuck Chuck could ever remember. The kid sweating and honking at him, her belly sucking, her cunt sliding on his prick as she writhed in seventh heaven. Then Chuck bit her swollen and swelling young tits and the girl cried out "FUCKED!" and froze and really clipped his cock with her spasms.
There was no end to it now. Introduced to the strongest prick she was ever likely to encounter, Skippy felt as if her loins were frictioned to golden fire. "Oh, Chuck-I'm soooooo taken!" She just kept coming first she'd fall off panting and become passive and then she'd jerk and lock hotly on his prick and then jerk again and come in almost continuous spending. "Oh, Chuck, I'm murdered. It's so-o-o-o-o good. Oh, God, I can't s-s-stop. Ahhhhhhh!"
For Chuck having to hold back all the way was a luscious new thrill. Usually he could plunge in fury once he got entry. With Skippy he had to ride easy all the way until his guts locked in exquisite splendor, and then he went because of his gentle screwing into an incredibly long-held freeze. Then, wham, wham, wham! He filled the girl's hot, aching cunt with relieving gushes of hot jism that quickly overflowed. "Skippy t-t-take it," he gulped and spent, and spent and spent.
At last, completed and glowing, delighted with this new experience, he said: "Child, that was heaven." She didn't answer. Alarmed he pulled out of her and then laughed. Her eyes opened slowly, dazed and he realized with a new rush of delight that he'd fucked her silly. Skippy Scales didn't even recognize him for long minutes her continuous orgasms under the drive of that big prick had made her faint from happiness and she still jerked and sighed in some remote orgasmic heaven. Chuck got up slowly and put on his clothes. Skippy Scales was falling off to sleep in happy sex exhaustion, so he slid her under the covers and left the room.
CHAPTER TWELVE
At the hospital Frank and Dolly went into the private room to see the ailing councilman and then came out again. "Not as serious as first reported," Frank told Kathy. "Not really a heart attack, but they're keeping Barr here for observation. He wants to see you."
"See me?" asked Kathy. "Why?"
"Come on, Kathy. You're very popular with all the councilmen. Go in and see him."
Kathy went into the private room doubtfully. Hospitals with their hurrying figures in white, anxious civilians and medical smells had always bothered her. She found Councilman Barr, a white-haired man of about sixty, alone and grinning at her from his wrinkled face.
"Nice of you to come, Kathy." He squeezed her hand.
"I hope you get a good rest, Mr. Barr."
"I'll rest better if you tell me what Benbold says is true. He said you know all about it. That you could square it with Frank Scales. We vote for the Sawyer Building, and we get twenty five thousand apiece, me, Miner and Gates."
"It looks like it can happen. But we'll need the votes of the three of you." She was amazed that the councilmen would sell out for so little.
"Miner and Gates are money-hungry bastards," said Barr. "Me it takes more than money to win me over."
"You mean you want more?"
"Much more." He smiled coyly at her and pulled her hand inside of the covers of the hospital bed. To her astonishment, she found herself holding his cock mass. "Kathy, you're a great favorite of all of us. For me well, I want something more than money for my vote." Why, the old goat wanted sex from her.
Short weeks ago Kathy would've been shocked out of her mind. That was before Chuck Webster took her over, and then Dolly and Frank. Now she found herself smiling and automatically pumping the hardening cock. She felt a prickle of sex between her own legs. "Aren't you afraid of straining your heart like this?" she asked, growing hotter and more astonished as the old man firmed up a strong hard-on for her.
"Screw that! The vote's tomorrow. I can vote right here from this bed if you make it worth my while."
The whole idea tickled her. Taking the councilman's prick right here in his hospital bed and getting his vote and winning Chuck's plan for all of them, making herself rich and successful again. My master's have trained me well, she thought wryly. Once you really accepted sex it was so easy to please the world.
"Ah, uh, er, uh, uh," went the old man.
The old man had been sent into a frenzy by the prick attention of the beautiful young girl and he was now ready to come. Swiftly Kathy swept back the covers, capped his prick with her mouth and jazzed him to completion. Councilman Barr's body strained, his eyes bugged, and he released hot, washing spurts of jism into her mouth, gasping his pleasure. "Oh, dear girl, you win my vote. Win it! Ohhhhhhh," he went. Right in the hospital! Right after coming in for a heart attack! Even after he faded and she'd swallowed the last of his come she couldn't believe it. Now his eyes were closed, his wrinkled deepened. "Are you all right?" she asked anxiously. My God, what if this quick sex trip killed him?
The old man opened his eyes and winked at her. "Not to worry. I'll last a few years yet." Kathy escaped from his room, laughing.
"We've just sold the Webster project," she grinned to Frank. Frank squeezed her hand, eyes gleaming in delight. But on the way out Dolly took her aside. "You'd better eat a breath mint. Your breath smells like come-time at a whore house." And both women laughed.
The winds howled outside the Scales house, driving the powdered snow across Cranfield. Safe and warm inside, the Scales, Chuck and Kathy celebrated. First came the wonderful dinner from the ingredients the two women had bought a century ago this morning. With stomachs full of warm food, they retired to a roaring fire in the fireplace to toast their luck with drinks and chatter about the cheerful future. For Chuck it was out of the C-W Company as soon as he'd taken care of Benbold's contracts that would pay off the City Engineer. Chuck would have the money for big-time real estate operations.
For the Scales it would be the hunting lodge in Minnesota and early retirement, probably to Florida "if we don't die of our favorite hobby first," laughed Dolly with a sidelong glance at Skippy. For once, the girl was quiet and retiring, respectful of her elders.
For Kathy the road would be rockier. After everybody had a good glow on, Chuck took her aside and explained about Tom. "The best thing to do is let him go now," said Chuck. "He's already made new friends in Chicago, he's stopped drinking and he's working real well for the company, now that he's got his head in the right place."
"You sure fix people's lifestyles," she said with a vexed laugh. It hurt her, of course, and yet she'd expected something like this. It was almost a relief to know that Tom's problem wasn't her fault. Nevertheless, it took some of the fun out of the evening for her and she retired early, begging off of further drinking. Everybody decided to retire; it had been a tense day all the way around. Only young Skippy objected, but Chuck took her aside and whispered in her ear and then she too seemed to be willing to go upstairs.
Kathy took her shower in the warm bathroom feeling relieved but sad. Her old life was over the frustrated housewife and quiet secretary. It would take a while to get used to the loss of Tom but Chuck was right about that. Chuck was always right! He'd suggested she join him in his real estate ventures, and she might just do that.
"Oh, no!" she groaned. Stark naked, Chuck, Frank and Dolly sat on her bed, grinning at her. Dolly was in the middle and had a stiff male cock in either hand, jazzing them to keep them at peak hardness.
"No more sex," Kathy cried and fled back into the bathroom, but Chuck and Frank brought her out again.
"Kathy," said Chuck, "you don't have to do anything you don't want. We owe so much to you. Without you I couldn't have broken through Frank's hard shell, or influenced the councilmen, or put Benbold into a useful position. You were the key to it all and we don't want to punish you, but thank you."
It was exciting to be in the room with two stiff male pricks. And of course Dolly who still turned her on with her sweet little body. "Go ahead, have your orgy," she sighed. "I'll just watch, then, if you don't mind."
She thought that would cool them, but it didn't. Frank and Chuck got the nude Dolly between them and with much laughing and kissing sexed her up. One man would suck her cunt while the other kissed her mouth and teased her sensitive breast nipples. She knew how hot nipple-play made Dolly and the blonde said: "Woooowieeeee, I feel like a breast come." It was fascinating and completely sexy to see those stiff male cocks rubbing the soft female flesh.
Then Frank got his wife down on the bed, spread her legs and drove his prick up her tunnel. Dolly lifted right up. "Oh, Frank, you've never had hard-ons like this!" Her face beamed.
"I'm ready for your sexy, tight b-belly," grunted Frank. "Ahhhh."
But this time it wasn't to be so simple. Chuck insisted on joining in. Kathy was already feeling sex rushes from watching the sadistic male sex-tease his own sister. When he sucked her nipples, when he forced his tongue into her mouth, he was committing hot incest and it made Kathy's cunt flow to see it so bold and brazen.
Chuck worked his prick between his sister's buttocks. "I'm coming in the back door!" he called happily to Dolly.
"Can't," gasped Dolly. "Front door is too full." She was sliding in Frank's fuck embrace now.
"Can," said Chuck. "Got to." Then in the tangle of arms and legs Kathy saw Chuck get his prick tight up between Dolly's buttocks and thrust inside. Dolly gave a deep-belly grunt of being taken. "Ohhhhh," she went. Then Kathy was laughing in delight at the weird scene as the three lovers struggled to complete Dolly's double fuck, Chuck in the rear, Frank in the front. "Ahhhhhhh, God," went Dolly.
She was riding in glory now. Chuck's prick in her ass no longer hurt as he widened her gut for the corn-hole. Frank's stiff blade was driving her up to sexy hotness with sweet friction in the front. Everyone was serious now, enjoying the sensations, the two men who could feel their pricks shoving, one on each side of the membrane that separated Dolly's cunt from her anus.
"Oh, Ka-Kathy, this is fabulous," cried Dolly, thrashing in the fuck sandwich the men had made of her. Again Kathy felt that joyful delight of seeing a human female pierced and sexually used by an excited male, two of them in this case. Automatically, her hand was on her own cunt, rubbing and seeking her clitoris.
They tried to get Kathy into the act, but it was much too complicated and, besides, Dolly was really too hot to last under the drive of two pricks. "Arghhhhhhhhh, now!" she whimpered and the two men fucked viciously and hungrily into her body as she turned into warm locked marble and then pay off for them, clipping Frank's cock and squeezing her sphincter around Chuck's cock. Frank immediately grunted and went when he felt his wife fuck-taken. Chuck felt the other male cock inside Dolly swell and pay off hot jism spasms and that threw him over, as he dug deep in Dolly's guts and released his own eager flood of spending. The air was filled with "ah's" and "Oh's" and "Fucked's", and Kathy fell to laughing in pleasure at the three way blast.
Then Frank retired to take a shower, Chuck washed off his prick and was ready for Kathy who was heated to a boiling point now. With his rapid recovery rate he soon was able to mount Kathy and drive that slightly crooked and ever-eager blade into her soft belly.
"Oh, Chuck, so hot and good," she keened. It had been a long time since she'd felt the thrust of that masterful blade and it immediately sent her heart to pounding like fury, and opened her up completely to receive that blessed friction.
Kathy felt something warm and wet at her mouth. "Suck, suck," begged Dolly. She turned her back to Chuck and got Kathy's head between her legs, and Kathy found herself drinking Frank's semen from his wife's cunt. As the oily stuff slid down her throat, warm and starchy fresh out of Dolly's cunt and as Chuck thrust to his depth in her cunt, Kathy began to go into heavenly thrills. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she went eagerly drawing off the husband-cream from her friend's guts. Oh, how her belly, her breasts, her whole body thrilled at this combined lesbian and regular sex. There was Dolly's sweet woman's taste above, now that she'd drained out the semen, and there was Chuck's strong thrust below, and she felt she was going to blow all her gaskets in this weird trip. Once again it was Dolly who blew first in her intense excitement. "Oh, what a picture of hot fuck-suck wonder!" cried Dolly. "Oh, Kathy Chuck my cunt's go GOINNNNNGGGG!" Kathny felt her heart pound in sympathy, locked her own belly and let the sweet rush of sex carry her off. She took her mouth off Dolly's slit and cried: "AHHHHHH," and almost lifted Chuck off the bed as she paid off in a sweet, deep orgasm, throbbing magnificently around Chuck's prick, while Chuck thrust his tongue into her mouth and it was his turn to enjoy Dolly's cunt juice that was smeared on her lips and the inside of her mouth. She felt his perfect manhood go still and then start the hot, excited bursts and Chuck gasped up for air and cried: "FUCKING YOUUUUUUUUUU!" Then he spent and spent and spent, while Kathy rolled in glory and took every drop of his male seed he offered. Wild! They all relaxed in a perspiring, laughing heap on the bed, enjoying the soft afterglow of their sex run.
Then Frank was back to join them, but not yet ready to blast. He was kissing her and feeling her up, and she knew he wanted to fuck her. "No!" cried Dolly, "it's got to be ladies first!"
Once again that hot girl lock that Kathy, now that she was sure of her sexuality, could give herself up to and enjoy. Not hard, not fast. And it was made the more fascinating because both women knew they were charging up the men's cocks by their thrusting and thrashing lesbian ritual. Maybe they even exaggerated a bit to make the men jealous. Kathy was sorry when they peaked and had their orgasms.
Frank was hot again and immediately on top of her. "I don't think I have any juice to throw," he said. "I want to fuck you anyway and make you come, Kathy."
Kathy knew that Frank was intensely proud of his stiff cock after all the play so she opened her legs and accepted him into her saddle. "Oh, you're full of Chuck's jism," he said joyfully. "Like fucking through silk!" and he began to plunge recklessly. For once Chuck was only half hard, but he insisted on thrusting his prick in her mouth, so that she tasted her own cunt flavors and that excited her. What wild, sexy friends!
"Oh, no," Kathy cried between sucks on Chuck's thickening cock. She felt a new sex stir in her vagina and knew she could be taken once more. "Uh, uh, uh," said Chuck in deep concentration. Then Kathy knew that she was restoring Chuck by her hot suck, by the sights and sounds and smells, and she would be able to ball-drain him. That made her hotter. Poor Frank wouldn't be able to get it off in this round.
But the opposite happened. Hard as she sucked she couldn't make Chuck break, although his prick throbbed eagerly time and again. Meanwhile, with slow steady strokes Frank worked her higher and higher. Kathy widened her eyes, let go of Chuck's prick. "Frank I think you did it!" she cried. A shiver, a tremor, a gathering of her nerves.
Bliss!
"FRANK YOU FUCKED ME!" she keened and strained up and paid off for him with spasms of her cunt, not as hot as before but achingly rich at that.
"I oh ah did it," grunted Frank. He stopped fucking in her and then to her amazement and his also, his quiescent prick suddenly swelled and paid off, not heavy hot blasts, but gentle, almost lady-like spurts. They both laughed in fuck-pleasure. No small part of their delight was to have left big-prick Chuck with his heavy duty blade behind them. Chuck retired to take his shower and Kathy, Frank and Dolly rolled over to chat and finally seek sleep.
Chuck crept into Skippy's room with his cock to an inch of spending. It had been very hard to save spurting in Kathy's mouth, but earlier he'd promised the teener a piece of cake from the party and he meant to deliver.
"You did come," she breathed from her bed. The room was warm, the covers pulled back, the girl naked. "I came to come," he snickered as he crawled on top of the girl. "Thank God," she whispered. "I was so afraid you were just saying that to get rid of me."
"Never," said Chuck and in his extreme heat immediately opened her cunt and started to work his hungry prick inside. He got about three inches up her incredibly tight box, when he stopped and laughed. "Why, you incestuous little bitch, your cunt is filled with sperm. You've been fucking your father again. While he was supposed to be taking a shower!"
"Does it matter?" she breathed.
"It helps," he laughed. Her cunt had already been opened and her copious juices plus Frank's, made her passage a velvety heaven. She could take more of his monster blade this time. "Ahhhhh, Skippy."
"Not so fast, oh, it's big, oh, my God."
It was almost too much handling a fresh cunt after satisfying two other beautiful women, and Chuck was glad he could go slow with this one. Softly, sweetly he fucked into the kid's guts playing a chicken game with himself he was so close to coming. One piston thrust too fast and he'd spend too early. Slooooooowlllly!
"Ah, oh God, I can't stand it!" The eager girl wanted faster action and she took the lead away from him, riding his cock. Chuck locked his mind and held on.
It was the right thing to do. Under driving pricks women didn't always get a chance to ride off their own sex fury and Skippy was opening up her own sexuality now, using Chuck's prick for it and enjoying it immensely. He felt her body get hotter and hotter. He bit her nipples, and he kissed her and with his own rising thrills knew that he would again send her into her dazed, mindless fuck state, the sexiest thing he'd ever done to a woman.
Skippy rode to glory now. "Oh, Chuck, I've never, never felt so great it's so hot I'm fucking you taking and making going ah, ah, ah," she went and then as her loins pumped faster she fell into dazed silence.
The kid gave a strangled cry, locked on him and began her long runs. Chuck himself was almost out of his mind as he felt her cunt throb, with a first run of spasms, then a pause, then those sexy jerks, sighs and twistings as she kept falling off and then rising and coming. "OHHHHHHHHH!" Chuck went suddenly and felt weak and hot and wonderful and then socked his spurts into the tight kid cunt. Spurt, spurt, spurt, and she was still rising and falling like Mother Ocean, the complete taken woman. Chuck felt that his spurting cock scoured out his insides as everything flowed into the lovely, fucked girl and she whimpered and strained in her glory. What a perfect delight his whole Cranfield plan had turned out to be!
Kathy awoke later to feel Dolly's mouth at her cunt. Frank was beside her. Chuck was off somewhere. It didn't matter. She was glad for his plan that had brought her to success and full open womanhood. Glad and getting sexed up again! She reached out to bring Frank's prick to her mouth as he began to stir awake. ... Cranfield had truly become Sex City!
