Funny, Tad Marshall mused, one minute you're in the sack with a luscious piece of ass, fucking the shit out of her. The next minute you're being hunted as a murderer.
The night that changed the course of his life began with a hot date with a German actress named Hilda Something-or-other. He took her dancing in some of the West Berlin nightclubs he knew, and the young blonde Fraulein made it clear to him that she wouldn't mind being intimate with him. On the dance floor, she pressed her hips up tight against him and rubbed her thighs against the front of his trousers, where his cock was already outlined in bold relief against the cloth. As they sat at their table and watched the sexy floorshow, Tad moved his hand over her warm thigh. She murmured, nibbled his ear, pressed closer to him, and let her hand drop into his lap.
The maneuver caught him off guard, and he caught his breath. "Mmmmmmm, you really do things to me, baby," he told her.
"I can tell," she said with a knowing smile, and gripped his stiff cock in a firm grip. "What are you planning for this beautiful thing tonight?"
T thought we might go over to my place and do some plain and imagine fucking," he suggested.
"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" she asked.
Releasing him, she stood up. He got up, paid the bill. They went out into the cool evening air. As he drove to his apartment in the United States sector, she snuggled up to him with her head resting on his shoulder. He placed one arm around her and toyed with a large breast
"I like your hands on me," she said.
"I like them there, too. I can't wait to see you naked, Hilda. I'll bet you've got the sweetest, juiciest cunt in the whole world."
She smiled. "I haven't had any complaints."
Once again her hand dropped into his lap and massaged the growing bulge.
"You want me to suck on you?" she asked him.
In the car?" He laughed. "I'd love it, but you'd better wait. I don't want to have an accident"
It was hard waiting-in all senses of the word hard. Tad loved to fuck. He loved doing anything sexually pleasurable with and to a willing girl. But he'd make up for it when he and Hilda got inside his apartment
When they were there and he'd closed the door securely behind them, he asked, "Care for a drink?"
She shook her head. "Not now. Maybe later,, I'm not thirsty. I'm hungry."
As he stood there, she slid slowly to her knees in front of him. Her fingers unzipped him, reached in and eased his stiff cock into the open.
"Wonderful," she said, "it looks good enough to eat."
"He laughed politely. It was probably a line she used over and over again with some guy whose cock she wanted to suck. But that was okay. He used lines sometimes himself when he wanted to get a very fuckable young lady into bed. Besides, her fingers rubbing his male flesh were doing things that made his head spin.
He spread his legs for greater balance and looked down at her blonde head moving closer to his excited crotch. He could feel her hot breath on the tip of his cock for an instant before her pink tongue flicked out and touched him. He shuddered with pleasure, and the blood pounded swiftly through his veins as her soft, red lips parted and her mouth opened to take the head of his cock. The lips closed tightly over the rim and she pulled and sucked, letting her tongue swirl quickly over the very tip.
Tad moaned, reached down, and took two handfuls of her hair to hold her steady. Then he eased forward, pushing his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth.
"Baby, you're wonderful," he said. He knew the value of complimenting a girl he was having sex with. "It feels so good."
Her head bobbed over his thrusting cock, her lips tight about him, her tongue licking the tip and the sides of it until he was so excited he could hardly stand still.
"C'mon," he said hoarsely, "let's fuck!"
He pulled her to her feet, scooped her into his arms, and carried her into his bedroom. Quickly she undressed and lay naked on the bed with her arms and legs in open invitation to him.
It was an invitation he readily accepted. He shucked off his own clothes and lay on the bed beside her. With a squeal of delight she threw her arms around him and they kissed passionately with their tongues working frantically in and out of each other's mouth. Her breasts mashed his naked chest, the nipples turning hard as they grazed his flesh. His own hands were everywhere on her-gripping her soft, rounded ass, spreading her legs, massaging her inner thighs and the hairy crotch. His fingers probed the hot, moist cunt, finding, the clit and rubbing it back and forth. He lowered his lips to suck her nipples, alternating from one to the other.
His mind and body were frenzies of sexual excitement, and yet even then he couldn't help but think of Jill, his girl back in California. One day they had been out in the woods, and impulsively she'd taken off her halter and shorts and pressed up against him, rubbing her cunt against his groin and delighting in his reaction to her body. His hands had automatically gone to her smooth breasts to fondle them, and then ...
A twinge of guilt and shame struck him, but he shook it off. Jill was a long ways away, and she'd told him she didn't expect him to be true to her while he was in the service. After all. a man was only human. He wasn't sure she'd meant it, but at least she'd said it. And she was right. Practically every morning he woke up with a stiff cock, and generally there wasn't a handy cunt or female mouth to shove it into. So the urge built up-and he had to relieve the pressures some way, the way he was doing now with the German girl, Hilda.
Annoyed with these thoughts, he pushed them out of his mind, rolled over on top of the blonde Fraulein and poked his cock between her legs. She spread her thighs all the wider to accommodate him, reached down and took his male flesh in her hands to guide him up inside her. His cock worked into her opening past the folds of her vaginal lips and then sank all the way into her hot, pulsating cunt.
With a squeal, she clamped her arms and legs around him and began rocking to and fro. Tad gritted his teeth and plunged in and out of her with a rapid rhythm.
Which is when the phone began ringing on the nightstand.
Fuck the phone, he thought angrily. Then he smiled. Fucking the phone wouldn't be nearly as much fun as fucking Hilda. She had a beautiful full body and she knew how to use it. She bumped and ground against him and corkscrewed her hips and ass in ways designed to give them both pleasure, while she rubbed her stiff nipples back and forth across his chest in a way that made his skin tingle.
He knew he wouldn't answer the phone just then if he knew it was the President of the United States calling. More-likely it was just a wrong number. If it was anything important, they'd call back. Right now he had more important things on his mind-and under his body.
As he drove it deep into her moist cunt, his cock seemed to grow even more swollen with excitement The girl began squealing and thrusting her body against him. That was good. He liked a noisy piece of ass and some action that showed the girl was enjoying herself. She was having a ball-two of them, to be precise-and a hunk of masculine meat that was doing her a lot of good.
Finally the phone stopped ringing. He thought of taking it off the hook, but he didn't want to interrupt his lovemaking. Not now, for he could feel himself coming, building up gradually toward that peak when he would shoot his wad into the girl. She was already muttering, "Oh, oh, oh," over and over and twitching like she was ready. He plunged faster and more furiously between her legs, knocking the breath from her with each inward thrust.
She had her orgasm, and then he felt it deep within himself. He gasped, gripped her waist in his hands and pushed his stiff, throbbing cock as far into her cunt as it would go, and he held it there, gritting his teeth, letting it come.
It came in a series of fast spurts that took his breath away. He held his body rigid, letting it all drain into her, and only then did he collapse on top of her sweating, limp female body.
The phone rang again.
"Don't answer it," she pleaded.
He sighed. "I'd better see who it is, or hell keep ringing all night."
He withdrew his sticky cock from her, reached over and plucked the phone from its cradle, then lay back on the bed and said in a sleepy voice, "Hello."
"That you, Tad?" a male voice said gruffly.
"Yeah, of course. Who is this?"
"Ben. Ben Gurney."
Ben was one of his buddies back at Intelligence.
"What the hell are you calling me at this time of night for?" Tad said. "Do you know what I'm in the middle of?"
"Some German broad, probably," Ben Gurney said, without surprise. "I apologize for disturbing your piece of ass. I know how much you need it-"
"Okay, okay, are you going to tell me why you called or let it be a mystery?"
He caught a movement and glanced over at the naked blonde, who, with a smile on her pretty face, was twisting her lush body about on the bed so she could place her head on his stomach. Her hands fondled his cock and balls for a moment and then she began kissing his flesh all over the crotch.
"Isn't it a little too soon for seconds?" he asked her softly.
"Not for me," she whispered back. "I'm always hungry."
"Hey," Ben Gurney's voice came over the phone, "are you with me or not?"
"You have," Tad told him, "my practically undivided attention."
"I see," the other man said. "Well, I'll try to be brief. A cable came for you at headquarters. I've been trying to reach you all evening, but apparently you've been out."
"What does it say?"
"I don't know. It says personal on the outside. I thought you might want to know about it. I've got it with me now, if you want to come by. I'll even be a buddy and deliver it to you in person, if you let me have sloppy seconds with your date."
Hilda could hardly be called sloppy. Her tongue was working over his cock, cleaning away the stickiness left there from the fucking. Her tidy little ass was thrust into his face, and idly he moved his hands over it, tracing the crack with an index finger before dipping it between her legs into the wiry pubic hair that was wet and warm.
Tad hated cables and telegrams. The only ones he'd ever received brought bad news. He was tempted to have Ben hold onto the message until morning. Instead, he said, "Open it up and read it to me, will you?" Sure.
Hilda had his cock in her mouth now and was sucking it gently, trying to make it hard again. She also wiggled her ass back and forth so his finger would slide between her legs and rub her cunt Ben seemed to be taking a long time. Tad said, "Are you still there, Ben."
"Yeah, I'm still here." The man's voice was heavy.
"Bad news, Tad. Your mother died."
"What?" Tad felt a cold chill run through his body.
Gurney read the cable. "Your mother passed away after a long illness. I did all that was possible for her. Letter follows. Dad."
For a moment afterward, Tad Marshall just lay there on the bed, not moving, not speaking. Unashamed tears welled in his eyes.
"Is there anything I can do?" Ben wanted to know.
"No. No, thanks, Ben."
He hung up the phone and lay there half paralyzed by the stunning news. His mother dead. Impossible. She'd been so full of life when last he'd seen her. He loved her very much, and the idea that she was no longer alive took a while to sink in.
Hilda sensed something was wrong. She removed her mouth from his cock, pressed it to her cheek lovingly, and stared up at him.
"What's wrong, schatzie?" she asked.
He told her, and she got a pained, sympathetic look on her face and threw her arms around him, hugging and kissing him and telling him how sorry she was. In times past, Tad had managed to forget his sorrows in the body of a beautiful woman. Now, however, his sorrow was too great. He lay quietly in her arms, taking what comfort he could from the warmth and nearness of another human being, trying to gather his strength for what lay ahead.
CHAPTER TWO
It took him twelve hours to get to New York from Berlin. He flew a military plane as passenger, but he wished he could have gotten aboard a regular civilian flight. It would be very pleasant watching a trim, young stewardess running up and down the aisle, twitching her ass in his face and asking "him if there was anything she could do for him.
"Sure," he said in his fantasy, "let's go into the lounge and fuck. I want to ram my stiff cock into that lovely, little cunt of yours."
It amused him to think of it, but, of course, if there had been a stewardess present, he wouldn't have said that. He'd be more subtle. He'd try to get into her pants, but he wouldn't be nearly so blatant about the attempt.
Damn, he thought, this army life has made me horny as hell.
He had to wait on the east coast for two days until his orders finally arrived. He called his father's number in California, but was told by the maid that the man was not in.
"I'm his son, Tad," he explained.
"Oh, I didn't know Mr. Marshall had a son," the woman said indifferently.
Something was wrong, terribly wrong. He asked, "Is this John Marshall's home?" He even gave the address this time.
"Yes, it is."
Tad sighed. "Okay, let me speak to James or Shirley Baker, then."
"I'm sorry, sir," the maid said, "there is no one living here by that name."
"But they must be. They were servants there. They practically raised me from an infant."
The maid hesitated. "I suggest you call back later."
"All right," Tad said wearily. "No, wait. Give my father my number. Tell him to call me."
When she hung up, he added, "And go fuck yourself!" He slammed the receiver into its cradle and then grinned wryly at his childishness. It wasn't her fault, whoever she was. The maid, she said. What happened to the Bakers? he wondered. They'd always been like part of the family. Surely his father wouldn't let them go. They'd probably retired, or had an accident, or...
He waited impatiently for his father's call. He wished he had Hilda here with him to pass the time. The memory of her luscious legs wrapping around his body, her breasts rubbing his chest, her glorious German cunt enveloping his stiff cock, made his loins ache.
No call came. He called again, but there was no answer this time. In desperation to learn something of his mother's mysterious death, he went to the library to check back issues of the Los Angeles newspapers. He found nothing, not even a clue to hint that she'd died. By the time his written orders came, he was so involved in the mystery he could hardly think of anything else.
That plane that took him across the country was a commercial airliner, a 747 that had several very fuckable stewardesses. He watched their asses wiggle in the short, tight skirts, and when they bent over to talk to a passenger opposite him, he restrained the urge to put his hand on the nyloned legs and run it all the way up between the legs to the crotch which was almost visible to him.
Tad closed his eyes and tried to think of other things, other more socially acceptable thoughts. He hadn't had a woman for several days now. In Germany he'd been fucking regularly, and he'd gotten used to it. Now he was like an addict going through withdrawal.
"Dammit!" he muttered between clenched teeth. "I don't want withdrawal. I want insertion!"
"Did you say something, sir?" a cute-faced stewardess asked him.
He thought of telling her what was on his mind, then thought better of it and chickened out. He shook his head. He'd sent a telegram to his father and to Jill. He'd asked his father to pick him up at Los Angeles International, but now he wasn't sure the older man would be there. Something strange was happening, and not having an inkling of what it was rankled him.
His mother had been socially prominent, with her name mentioned almost weekly as an officer in some women's club or other. Yet apparently her death had gone unnoticed. Also, his father had left town right after she died, which was certainly peculiar. In addition, their two most trusted servants were no longer there, and strangers answered the phone, if the phone was answered at all.
He shook his head bewildered. There's probably some simple explanation for it all, he told himself. I'm just making a mystery where there isn't any.
But he failed to convince himself.
He thought of how nice it would be to see Jill again-and of how nice it would be to see her slim, naked, utterly female body and to feel it press up against him. They'd spend at least two days fucking to make up for lost time.
Yet inevitably his thoughts returned to his father. Tad had never been close to the elder Marshall, who was always running out of town on big business deals that involved interstate shipping. Frequently he was gone for weeks, and when he returned, he was in a foul mood, with a temper that could not be tampered with. Tad was glad he hadn't inherited his father's unreasoning sternness. Sure, he had a temper, but nothing like his father's, though he was just as stubborn about things. The army service had prevented the two from an argument that would surely have come to blows. John wanted his son to enter the family business, while Tad wanted to pursue a career in engineering.
They had written seldom to each other. Occasionally, Tad would send his father some little gift in an effort to make their long-distance relationship pleasanter. He even purchased a luger for the old man, knowing how much his father loved guns. It wasn't an ordinary luger, but a special one that had an ornate grip and an inscription from one high-ranking German officer to another. It was a collector's item that could be shot accurately, as well as hung up on a wall.
He hadn't sent the weapon. He wanted to present it in person, to see the old man's eyes fight up in pleasure.
Tad sighed. For all the good it would probably do, he might as well have given it to Hilda in return for the piece of delightful ass she'd given him on the eve of his departure. He could have it engraved: To Hilda, for Sucking Me Off. Or some other sentimental drivel.
The plane made good time, but all the time Tad tried to make with the stewardesses was parried neatly by them. Well, it didn't matter, for he had Jill to look forward to when he arrived. Below him, the patchwork pattern that was Los Angeles came into view, and the plane lowered its flaps and circled for a landing. A few minutes later, he was walking up the ramp into the lobby searching for the craggy face of his father.
Around him the disembarking passengers were being greeted by friends and loved ones. Tad paused to search the sea of faces, but none of them were familiar. His father had not come to the airport to meet him.
He walked down the long corridor, trying to fight off the resentment and anger that was building up inside him. He gave all sorts of excuses for the man-the telegram had gone astray, it hadn't arrived in time. More-likely, his father had gotten it and was ignoring it, using this means to punish him for arriving too late for his mother's funeral.
If he was too late. Lack of communication made that uncertain.
Tad retrieved his luggage and waited in front of the terminal for a half-hour . .He tried to get his mind off somber thoughts by looking at the legs and bouncing breasts of the girls passing by. It seemed to him that the skirts were even shorter than he'd remembered, almost showing off everything up to their crotches. When a girl sat down on a bench, he could see right up her thigh to the panties, if she wore them. One long-haired girl squatted down to pick up a fallen coin, and Tad gasped as he saw she was panty-less. She was so close to him he could almost count every hair on her cunt
Even these pleasant thoughts didn't keep him from swearing a half-hour later when no one arrived and he was sure that no one would to pick him up. He hailed a cab and sat hunched in the back seat as it drove quickly along the freeways heading for the big house he had once called home.
He hardly believed he was really back in the States until from a distance he saw the big house on the hill overlooking the ocean. Memories came flooding back, and his pulse quickened as they drew close. He glanced down at the expanse of golden sand and recalled how he and Jill had frolicked there and run into the surf, laughing, and how he'd caught up with her and held her wet body close, exulting in the way her nipples stood out in bold relief against her wet halter. They'd wrapped themselves in a blanket one afternoon, and he'd taken off her bikini and kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples and placed his mouth on her delicious cunt. After that, they'd fucked all during the afternoon, and it had been wonderful.
The cab drew to a halt "Here we are," the driver said. "That'll be thirteen dollars."
Tad nodded and fished in his wallet. He had only a five and four ones. "Damn!" he said, "could you wait here for a moment? I'll be right back."
He got out of the cab and walked up the concrete steps to the house. It looked dead, and he hoped he'd find someone at home who could let him have the cab fare. He'd shot his wad with Hilda that last night-in more ways than one-not knowing he'd be suddenly called back to the States. He got out his old house key and inserted it in the lock. It went in, but it wouldn't turn. He twisted it angrily and almost bent it
Desperately, he called out, but there was only silence. He walked around to the side of the house, yelling again.
"Hello," a female voice said, "who is it?"
He searched his memory but could not place the voice. He yelled, "Where are you?"
"By the pool," she answered.
He walked toward the fenced area in back of the house, pushed open the gate, and walked in. At least the pool and patio hadn't changed. There was still sparkling water in it, and aluminum and webbed furniture scattered about.
No, he was wrong about that. There was something different-the red-haired female in a bikini lounging in one of the chairs. He'd never seen her before. She was peering at him over her sunglasses.
He walked toward her, and with each step he became more sure she was a doll. Beautiful legs he'd love to touch, to open, to ram his cock between. Lovely pear-shaped breasts he longed to kiss and suck. His going without a woman and all the lustful thoughts he'd had during the last few days were catching up with him. He felt his cock start the hardening process and hoped it wouldn't be apparent to the girl.
The thought suddenly occurred to him that perhaps his father had sold the house to this girl.
"Is-is this where John Marshall lives?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said in a sultry voice. "Are you a friend of his?"
"You might put it that way," Tad said. "I'm his son.
"Oh, yes," she said. "I recognize you now-from pictures, of course."
"Is my father here?"
She shook her head. "Your father had to go to San Francisco on business. Welcome home, Tad. My name is Laura."
It was a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She must have been in her early or mid-twenties at most. He tried not to, but he couldn't help but let his gaze roam over her pert breasts, her rounded belly, her just-right hips. Her legs were spread slightly, and he could see a few strands of ruddy pubic hair sprouting from under the slim bikini.
Whoever she is, he thought, I want to fuck her. I want to ram my cock up her hot little cunt.
She smiled and wet her red lips with a sensuous movement of her pink tongue.
He blushed and said, "I'm glad to meet you, Laura. I-I suppose my father didn't get my telegram."
"I suppose not," she admitted. "Is that someone honking for you out there?"
He'd been so intent upon mentally fucking the girl, he hadn't noticed the taxi driver was getting impatient.
He said, "I didn't have enough money for the cab. He's waiting. I hate to ask, but."
"Of course," she said with a smile. She reached for her purse on a nearby table. In doing so, her bikini slipped and fell from her breasts, revealing them in all their wondrous beauty. At first she didn't seem to notice. She delved into her purse and extracted a twenty-dollar bill which she handed him.
He took it but was unable to take his eyes from her naked breasts. They were pear-shaped, full and firm, with brownish nipples that seemed about to erect and beg for his mouth to cover them. He felt his cock lurch expectantly in his pants at the sight.
She caught the direction of his gaze and looked down. There was not the least bit of embarrassment about her as she pulled the bikini top Back into place. Obviously, being naked in front of a man was nothing new to her.
Maybe I will fuck her after all, Tad thought pleasantly.
"Is that enough money?" she asked.
He stared stupidly at the twenty dollars in his hand. "What? Oh, yes, sure, thanks. I'll be right back."
As he went back to pay and tip the cabbie, he wondered who the voluptuous redhead was. Perhaps she was a friend of his father who sometimes used the pool and/or kept an eye on things while the man was away on business. She was a good argument for the good neighbor policy.
When he returned to the pool and handed her the change, she said, "You must be tired from your long trip. Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower and relax."
He nodded. "I'd like that." At a sudden thought, he said, "My key didn't fit the front door."
"We lost some keys and had to change the lock," she said easily.
"We?" he asked.
She nodded, but didn't pick up the hint. She said, "We can have another made for you. Come along the back way and I'll show you inside."
She got up and preceded him across the patio. From the rear, her bikini was pulled tightly into the crotch and barely covered the soft jiggling roundness of her beautiful ass. Though the cloth was pulled away from her flesh, he couldn't see any line of demarcation where her flesh had not been suntanned-which meant she liked to sunbathe in the nude.
Td like to come along the back way and get inside, Tad thought. Td like to press my stiff cock up against your gorgeous ass, baby, and slip it between your legs and into your juicy, red-haired cunt.
She led him through the patio doors and through the house into the living room. She turned suddenly and faced him.
"I can see what you have on your mind, Tad," she said.
Her voice wasn't angry or embarrassed. She was looking down at the bulge in front of his trousers.
"Beautiful girls always affect me that way," he said.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked, pleased. He nodded. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said, which just might have been the truth.
She moved in close to him. "You like my body, Tad?"
"It's beautiful. I love your breasts, your ass-everything I can see."
"Would you like to see more of me?" she said coyly.
"Of course."
"And what would you like to do to me, Tad?"
Was she merely teasing him, he wondered, or, did she mean business. The mere thought of having her brought the blood pounding in his temples. His hands itched to palm her naked breasts, to run along the insides of her thighs.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "I want my cock up between your legs-"
"In my cunt," she prompted.
"In your lovely cunt," he said. "I want to throw you down on the carpet right now and fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
She smiled and licked her lips. "That sounds so wonderful, Tad, but are you sure you're man enough to do it now?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I mean, you seem so shy-except with your eyes and your thoughts and your talk. Are you a man of action or aren't you?"
It was a challenge he couldn't refuse-one he didn't want to pass up. He reached out and pulled the girl roughly to him. He mashed her mouth with his lips and forced his tongue deep into it. His hands roamed over the small of her back and then down to the fleshy roundness of her ass, which he squeezed and massaged. He slipped a finger under the loose cloth and moved it under her ass and between her legs, delving into the hot, moist jungle of pubic hair.
As he thrust his middle finger into her cunt, Laura squealed with delight and wiggled her loins against his groin, clinging her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with passion.
"Oh, Tad," she exclaimed, "you set me on fire. Come on, fuck me, honey, do it now, right away, don't wait!"
He lowered her to the floor, stripping off her bikini along the way. Then he stood over her and removed his pants and his shorts and shoes. He was too impatient to take off his shirt and socks. He realized he must've looked like the stud in one of those old-fashioned stag movies, but he didn't care, especially when Laura with equal impatience reached up and grabbed his stiff cock and pulled him down on top of her.
Quickly she spread her legs and guided his cock into her ready cunt. She squealed again as it sank deep inside her, and she clamped her legs around his back and began rocking inside him.
"Oooooh, you feel good, honey," she said.
"So do you, baby," he told her.
All his pent-up emotion was brought to bear in each thrust of his cock into her female body. Hungrily he bent his head to lick and suck and bite her nipples, which stood erect with passion as she thrust them eagerly into his mouth. He rammed himself rhythmically into her, forcing grunts of passion from the girl's red lips.
He could feel himself coming big. He buried his face in the soft perfume of her red hair, gripped her shoulders hard and pumped in and out of her cunt with an increasingly frantic beat. His cock grew swollen. It throbbed as the walls of her cunt alternately gripped and released the length of his male flesh.
"Oh," she cried, "oh, Tad, that's beautiful. I'm coming. Keep it up. Don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me."
He had no intention of stopping. The walls could be coming down around them and he wouldn't stop. He couldn't. He was too caught up in the body and the intense loveliness of this girl who was writhing beneath him. The intensity of his sexual emotion blotted out all other thoughts. He wanted to fuck this girl now and later and tomorrow and the next day. He'd never expected to find another girl so beautiful, so passionate, so willing-yet here she was, giving herself to him willingly, eagerly, without inhibitions.
She moaned and closed her eyes. Shudders shook her from head to toe, and he knew she was having her orgasm. He followed quickly, grunting, gasping, shoving his cock as deep as it would go into her vibrating cunt, and letting loose with a series of spasms that covered them both with sweat.
He collapsed on top of her for a moment, regaining his breath. Then he pulled out and lay beside her.
"Well," she said after a moment, "was it as good as those German girls you've been used to?"
He leaned forward and kissed her still-distended nipple. "Better," he said. "This is the best welcome-home present I could have gotten."
She smiled and cradled his balls with a gentle hand. "I'm glad you liked it, dear."
"By the way," he said, "I don't even know your last name."
She gave him a strange look. "It's Marshall, of course."
He sat up. "Marshall. But that's-"
"The same as yours," she finished. She laughed and bent to kiss his cock affectionately. "You mean you honestly don't know? I'm your father's wife, Tad. Your stepmother!"
CHAPTER THREE
For a moment Tad Marshall just stood there with his mouth open, staring at the girl, wondering if he'd heard correctly.
"Would you repeat that?" he asked.
She laughed. "That's right, Tad, dear. The girl you've just fucked-and magnificently, I may add-is your stepmother. Welcome home, baby."
The naked girl tried to throw her arms around him, but he eluded her.
"My father's wife?" he said incredulously. "It's not possible."
"Of course it's possible. Older men like young wives, and your father is no exception."
"But he wouldn't remarry just a few days after my mother's death. That's too much to take."
"It's not a couple of days, Tad," she said seriously. "It's been several weeks since your mother died."
"Several weeks!" Anger surged inside him. "Then why wasn't I notified of it? Whose bright idea was it to keep it a secret from me?"
Laura moved in close to him and put her hands on his chest. He shivered at her touch, but at least she was only touching his shirt. Self-consciously, he realized he must look pretty silly without his pants or shorts on. He was reminded of this fact when she pressed so close her wiry pubic hair nuzzled his legs, and the slope of her belly massaged his limp cock.
She said, "You've got to understand what a strain your father has been under, Tad. He's been working twelve or eighteen hours a day on his business. Then your mother got ill and she died. He walked around for days like a man in a trance after that. He didn't eat. He could hardly carry on a conversation, much less dictate or write a coherent letter to you about what happened."
"And you were around to comfort him in his time of need, I suppose," Tad said sarcastically.
"Somebody had to," she said defensively. "We were afraid he might take his own life."
"So you appointed yourself his guardian. His permanent guardian."
She flushed at his words. "Neither of us planned it that way-not at first. But we both became emotionally involved with each other. He needed somebody, and I was handy. Oh, you know how these things happen. He was very depressed, and-yes, I did comfort him."
"The way you did me just a little while ago?" he said.
"You don't understand," she said. "You were thousands of miles away, living your own carefree little life. I knew you hardly wrote anything to him, so I figured you didn't care what happened. As for what we did, well, why not? You're one of the family. I'm one of the family."
He nodded. "The family that fucks together sucks together, I suppose."
He stared at her slim body, still unable to believe fully that this beautiful, sexy young girl was in reality his stepmother. Just a few minutes before, he'd had her on her back on the carpet, thrusting his stiff, throbbing cock deep into her hot cunt, enjoying the feel and the smell of her squirming female body, the tightness of her shapely legs clamping his back.
"If you want," she said.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, cradled his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. Before he recovered from the surprise, she placed the knob of his cock in her mouth and sucked furiously at it.
"Hey, stop that," he said, pulling it out of her mouth.
She smiled up at him. "Oh, come on, Tad, don't be a prude. You liked it, you know you did."
Of course he liked it. He was only human, and he was immensely attracted to the girl. She was nothing but a goddamned fucking slut, but she was his father's wife.
"I didn't know who you were when I came in here," he said, "or it wouldn't have happened."
"I noticed you didn't bother to ask until you were finished having your fun."
"You should have told me before it happened."
"How did I know you were going to rape me?" '
He hesitated. "Is that going to be your story with my father?"
"Don't be silly, honey. I'm not going to tell your father. That would only make him angry. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Come on, be realistic. When he's at home, I'll let him fuck me till his balls hurt. But when he's not, then it's your turn."
"No." Tad began pulling on his trousers. '"I'm not going to have you cheat on my father, even if it's in the family. Especially if it's in the family."
"Well, at least," she said with a broad grin, "you'll know what you're missing."
"So tell me the whole bit," Tad pursued. "Were you the girl next door or the Avon lady coming by?"
She slipped her slim body into the bikini once more. "Neither. I was your father's secretary for a good many years, so as you can see, we knew each other for some time. It wasn't an overnight thing. Come on in, and I'll fix you a drink."
She led the way into the living room to the bar set in the corner. Everything was pretty much the way he remembered it-except once again for the the gorgeous ass twitching directly in front of him. Despite his wishes, Tad couldn't help but recall how wonderful her smooth skin had felt rubbing against his hard male body. He wanted desperately to feel those breasts nudging his mouth, feel the nipples hardening between his lips. He wanted to run his hands over her belly and feel her rounded ass and feel her mouth, her hands and her cunt on his cock.
He felt sweat break out on his body. He gulped air. He was aware that she'd been asking him something.
"What?"
"What would you like to drink?" she repeated.
"Oh, scotch on the rocks is fine," he said.
He didn't want to look at her. It was dangerous to look at her body, and he was afraid her face would tell him she knew what thoughts were on his mind. He sat on the couch and looked around the room at the familiar paintings on the walls.
A moment later, she came back with a drink for him and one for her. She sat beside him and folded one leg under her. They drank silently for awhile.
She said, "After a few days your father looked like he was going off the deep end. He asked me to marry him, and at first I refused. Then I caught him in the office with a gun pointed to his head."
"I don't believe that," Tad said suddenly. "He's not the type."
She shrugged. "Okay, he's not the type. Would he be the type if I'd let him shoot himself, and you came home to find yourself with both parents dead?"
Tad remained silent, pondering the conversation they were having. The whole thing had an unreal edge to it. On the surface, his stepmother seemed to be telling the truth. After all, why should she he when she was sitting in the catbird seat?
Funny the way his eyes kept going to her, even though he knew they shouldn't. Funny the way he stared at her nipples poking out of her skimpy halter, no matter what their subject of discussion was. Funny the way she had her legs spread enough so he could see right into her crotch, to the reddish pubic hairs peering out beyond the edges of the cloth, the outline of her wondrous cunt into which he had thrust his cock and where he'd had so much fun.
"A penny for your thoughts," she said in a mischievous tone.
"I was thinking what a slut you are," he said impulsively, reddening.
Instead of getting angry with him, she laughed. "Guilty, as charged. But that's part of my charm, don't you think?"
"No," he said.
"I have the feeling you'll change your mind."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four.'
"And my father's fifty-six."
"Don't let that worry you," she said, "he's quite a he-man in bed. On our honeymoon he fucked me all day and all night."
"By that I suppose you mean made love."
"By that I mean, we fucked, and fucked, and. fucked, and fucked-"
"All right, all right." Coming from her sweet red mouth the word seemed somehow dirty. "Spare me the details."
"I wasn't going to tell you any details," she said. "Don't tell me you're getting jealous. Of your own father!"
He sighed, forcing himself to not get into an argument with this woman. "It doesn't matter. I'm not staying here anyway. Just tell me where my mother's grave is. I want to visit it."
Laura took a sip of her drink. She said quietly, "Your mother was cremated."
"That's impossible."
"Of course it's not impossible. Lots of people are cremated these days."
"She always wanted to be buried in the same plot at the cemetery with her own parents."
"Well, don't get on my back about it. It wasn't my idea. Your father made the decision. Talk to him about it."
"I will," Tad snapped.
He rose, set his drink on the coffee table, turned and strode from the room. He couldn't help but look back at her, and as he did so, she deliberately opened up her legs wide so he could get another look at her crotch.
"Damn slut!" he said under his breath.
He stormed up to his old room and slammed the door behind him. Sitting on the bed, he thought of what the two of them had done downstairs. He was ashamed of himself-but then he didn't know the lovely girl he was fucking was his stepmother, did he? Not until after he'd shoved his cock up her cunt and had an orgasm. He was only human, and when it was over with, there was nothing he could do to take it back.
It had happened. He'd fucked her. Forget about it now-if he could. And never let it happen again. He thought about his father and wondered if the man had been having sex with her even before his mother died. She was his private secretary. On his business trips into other towns, he might have taken her along with him and cheated while his own wife was waiting patiently at home.
To get his mind off the subject, Tad looked around his old room. Everything had changed. It was nothing like the room he'd slept in and studied in. His old Worn furniture was gone, as were the pennants from the walls and the photos he'd taken. It was not like coming home at all. It was like going to a strange house and being given "the guest room" to stay in.
The sooner he got out of here, the better he'd like it. He could probably stay with Jill for awhile. Sweet, lovely Jill with whom he'd had a lot of fun before he went overseas with the Army. Sure, he enjoyed fucking her, enjoyed the feel of her young female body squirming under him and over him, the touch of her hands on his balls and her lips on his cock. He loved the smell of her, the taste of her cunt pulsing against his mouth. But there was more to their relationship than the sexual side. He wasn't sure he loved her, but there was certainly a very deep affection between them, and he liked being with her even when they didn't fuck.
He rummaged through his closet, looking for civilian clothes he could wear. He found none. They had all disappeared.
"Damn her!" he cursed. "I suppose she's thrown out everything I own."
Angrily, he marched down the stairs, calling, "Laura, Laura."
She wasn't in the living room. A glance at the patio showed she was stretched out in the sun once more. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks. Involuntarily, his eyes roamed over her slim, full-breasted body that was barely covered by the two wisps of cloth. He'd loved fucking her, he knew that, and he'd love to do it again if he had the chance. The notion of his stiff cock sliding easily in and out between her legs made him shudder.
This is crazy, he thought. She's becoming an obsession with me!
He stormed out onto the sunlit patio. "What the hell's the idea of going through my things upstairs and getting rid of everything?"
Calmly she removed her sunglasses and looked at him. "I don't understand."
"My clothes," he said angrily, "my jackets, trousers-they're gone."
She laughed. "Oh, those. I sent them out to be cleaned. They're probably ready to be picked up now. What are you getting so uptight about anyway?"
Her simple explanation made Tad feel sheepish. "I'm sorry," he said, "it's just that-"
She moved over on the lounge and patted the cushion beside her. "Come over here, Tad, and let's have a little heart-to-heart talk."
Reluctantly, he sat beside her. He couldn't keep his Byes from her marvelous pear-shaped breasts. He had an urge to nuzzle them, to feel their roundnesses against his cheek. She'd be willing, he was sure. All he had to do was reach around her and unfasten her bra, and then he could kiss her breasts and suck the nipples.
"Whether you approve or not, Tad," she said, "I'm married to your father. So we may as well be friends. There's no point in us quarreling all the time."
He saw the wisdom of her remarks. She was his stepmother, and he'd have to make the best of it. Then he almost jumped as her hand came casually to rest on his thigh.
"I didn't mean to scare you," she said with a laugh.
"I'm not scared," he said, annoyed. "You just startled me."
"Nothing I do should startle you, Tad dear," she said. "I'm a hot-blooded, uninhibited woman-as you well know."
Her hand grew bolder, moving into his lap, seizing his cock through the cloth of his trousers and squeezing. As he winced-but not with pain-she continued massaging him.
"Does it feel good, honey?" she purred. "Does it make you want to fuck me again?"
He gritted his teeth. He knew he should move away, but he couldn't. He'd been away from a woman too long, and the sample he'd had earlier had not been enough. He could feel his cock responding, swelling, growing large and stiff in his pants.
"Yes, dammit!" he said.
His hand flowed over her belly, down across the skimpy bikini bottom, and between her legs. Suddenly, he snatched his hand away from her crotch, self-conscious.
"There's something I wanted to ask you," he said.
"Can't it wait?" she said, giving his cock an extra tug.
"No. It's been on my mind. What happened to the Bakers."
"Who?"
"James and Shirley Baker. A middle-aged couple who used to work here?"
She shrugged. "Never heard of them. I guess your father got rid of them. We have some people come in two or three times a week now. We don't need anybody full time now. But let's not talk, Tad. There are other things to do with our mouths."
Her hand on his cock was building him up very fast. She was an expert at massaging a man in ways that would do good to both the man and herself. She opened her mouth slightly and raised her head for his kiss, at the same time reaching with her slim fingers for the zipper of his trousers. Tad was lost, and he knew it.
A stiff cock, he told himself silently, has no conscience.
He moved his hand down along the girl's leg-and from the corner of his eye, he caught a movement near the patio doors. He looked up quickly and saw a gray-haired, craggy-faced man standing there.
"Dad!" Tad cried, leaping up from the lounge. "Well, I see you two have already met," the old man said.
"We were just getting acquainted," Laura said easily. She got up from the lounge, walked over and kissed her husband on the mouth. "Have a nice trip?"
John Marshall nodded. He was a big man, slightly over six feet and built like a wrestler. He put a covetous arm around the slim girl in the bikini.
To Tad he said, "Sorry I couldn't meet you. Business."
"That's okay. I understand," Tad told him.
He did, too. Business always came before anything else with John Marshall.
"I'm bushed," the older man said. "I'd like to take a shower and then talk to you later, Tad."
"I'll look forward to it, Dad."
The man moved away into the house, taking his young wife with him. For some reason, Tad was certain they were going into his father's bed to do some plain and imagine fucking. He also realized something else: he was jealous of the older man's intimacy with his stepmother.
That was crazy, but that was the way he felt about it. There was also something strange about the way the man had looked at him. How long had he been standing there watching his new wife and his son on the lounge? Had he seen Laura massaging his cock? Had he seen his hand delving between the girl's legs?
In response to a sudden thought, Tad looked down at the front of his trousers. There, in bold relief, was his stiff male flesh standing out, obviously excited. The old man would be an idiot not to have known. That explained the look-it was one of anger and jealousy.
The question was, what would his father do about it?
CHAPTER FOUR
The more Tad thought about it, the more it seemed to him that something was very wrong in the setup of the Marshall family. His father was obviously very jealous of his new bride-not that Tad blamed him. Laura was a hot-blooded bitch, seemingly always ready for fucking, sucking, or anything else that came to her nymphomaniacal mind.
Tad shuddered to think of the sight that would have greeted John Marshall had he been a few minutes late in arriving at the patio. The girl had already been rubbing his cock through his trousers and had been getting ready to unzip him, while Tad's own hands had been moving between her legs. A few minutes more would have seen her naked, and him with his stiff cock plunging into the hairy cunt between her legs.
Then there really would have been a scene!
Restless, Tad went back to his room-and was immediately sorry he'd done so. He could hear the sounds of bedsprings creaking from the bedroom that had once belonged to both his parents. He heard Laura giggle.
"You want me to suck it for you, honey?" she teased.
Tad clenched his fists and wondered if she were talking so loudly for his benefit.
"You know I do. I've missed you, Laura," his father's deep voice boomed. "Come on, get busy."
Apparently she got busy, for the air was filled with the sounds of his father moaning his pleasure.
There was also the sound of Laura murmuring as though she'd never tasted anything so good in her entire life. "Mmmmmm," she said, "I love to suck your cock."
Tad couldn't take anymore of it. He raced from his room and went out to the patio, where he couldn't hear the offending sounds. He was annoyed that he was angry. After all, it wasn't as though his father was cheating, because Laura was legally his wife. But that wasn't the reason for his anger, and Tad knew it, though he didn't want to face the fact.
He was jealous. His father should have stayed a respectable middle-aged widower instead of marrying such a young, beautiful girl. Tad wanted Laura for himself-and he knew he could never have her.
"Except when Dad. isn't looking," he muttered disgustedly.
Of course, that wasn't all of the problem either. When he calmed down sufficiently to think about it, Tad suspected that something strange had been going on during his absence. His mother's illness, her having been cremated when she had always wanted to be buried in the family plot, his not having been notified of any of this in time to do anything about it, his father's apparent reluctance to discuss the matter. All of this increased his suspicions.
Later that evening they had a quiet dinner, just the three of them. Laura had prepared it herself, and it was delicious-almost as delicious as Laura herself.
Well, at least, Tad thought, she's good for something besides fucking!
They were drinking coffee when he started asking the questions that plagued him.
"I was all mixed up," John Marshall told him. "I didn't know what I was doing. Your mother died, and I was in a state of shock. Fortunately, I had Laura here to help me. I don't know what I would have done without her."
Gone to a whore to get your rocks off, probably, Tad thought. He said, "Exactly what was wrong with Mom? I mean, what was her illness?"
The old man sighed. "Do we have to go over it now?"
"Yes," Tad said determinedly.
"She had heart trouble," Laura said.
"Her heart was as sound as mine," Tad snapped.
"Since when have you been licensed to practice medicine, young man?" his father said sternly. "Dr. Johnson made the diagnosis and treated her for the condition. We thought she was all right again, and then suddenly-"
"For Pete's sake," Laura Interrupted, "stop it Tad, can't you see your father's been through enough grief without having to relive it because of you?"
"Dammit," Tad said, pounding the table with his fist, "she was my mother, and I want to know what happened to her. For all I know you two might have killed her so you could be together."
"Tad!" His father's face was white with shock. Tad stared at Laura's white, stunned features. He hated her for trying to take his mother's place. He wanted to yell at her that she was nothing but a slut, that no one could replace his mother, especially some damn whore who showed off her stinking cunt and reached for any cock that was handy.
Instead, he turned and walked swiftly out onto the patio. The cool air enveloped him, and he was aware suddenly that his body was covered with perspiration. Gloomily, he stared down at the rippling waters of the pool lit by underwater fights. He knew without seeing the man that his father was standing behind him.
"I ought to kick your ass all the way down to the ocean for saying something stupid and cruel like that," the older man said quietly. "Do you have any idea how you've upset Laura?"
"No," Tad said, "I don't!"
Upset why? he wondered idly. Because I was close to the truth, perhaps? The thought sledge-hammered into his brain. Suppose Laura had been instrumental in his mother's death. That would explain why everything had been hushed up and why the body had been cremated!
One thing was certain: he couldn't leave now, not with so many more questions to ask, not only of his father and Laura, but of many people.
He said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I was pretty shocked by the news of Mother's death. I guess I still haven't gotten over it"
The old man put an affectionate arm around his son's shoulders. "I understand, son. Believe me, I do. And I suppose Laura was pretty much of a surprise, too."
"You can say that again."
But he wouldn't know, not yet anyway, how much of a surprise Laura had been-in her tiny bikini bathing suit that came off with no trouble at all, with her luscious legs that could spread at a moment's notice, her mouth that could suck a stranger's cock, her slim hands that could unerringly guide that stiff cock deep into her willing and receptive cunt!
"I needed a woman, Tad," his father said. "Not only for the sex, but for companionship, for moral support. Your mother gave me that for so many years, and I didn't realize I needed it until she was gone and I was without it. I needed a replacement, so I wouldn't come apart at the seams."
"And Laura was right there in your office?"
He nodded. "I've known her for several years. She's a sweet, wonderful girl, Tad, and I'm sure once you get to know her, you'll love her as much as I do."
And probably fuck her just as often, if not more so, Tad thought wryly.
He sighed. "I'm sorry I flew off the handle."
"That's okay. I probably would've done the same thing if I were in your shoes." He hesitated. "Laura said you weren't going to stay with us. I hope you'll change your mind."
"I've already changed my mind," Tad said.
A big grin burst over the craggy face of John Marshall. "Wonderful, wonderful. It'll be just like old times, having you with us again."
Tad was quiet for a moment, then he said, "You love Laura very much, don't you, Dad?"
The man nodded. "Very much."
Tad wondered if the old man knew or suspected that his new wife wasn't the innocent type he thought she was. If Laura was consistent, she was probably fucking the milkman, the paper boy, and every salesman that stopped by. And if he, Tad, remained in the house, every chance she got she'd make a grab for his cock.
Well, that was the chance he had to take. He might even give in to her and let her suck him off and shove his cock up her cunt in an effort to get more information from her.
"What about the Bakers?" he asked his father.
"Jim and Shirley? We-uh-had to let them go."
"Why?"
His father looked embarrassed. "They didn't get along with Laura."
"Oh."
"Laura has some people come in several times a week for cleaning, the gardening, and so forth. She says she doesn't like servants to live in. Says they're too nosy."
Yeah, Tad thought, they might catch her fucking your son.
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should let his father find the two of them in a sexual embrace. Suppose he came into a room suddenly and found Laura on her knees in front of him, rubbing his balls with one hand and sucking his cock with the other. It was a delightful picture, but Tad knew very well what would happen. Laura would claim that Tad had forced her to do it, and the old man, blinded by his love for the girl, would lack Tad out on his ass-which would make his intended investigation of his mother's death that much more difficult
He tried to sound casual as he asked, "Where are the Bakers living now, Dad?"
His father was instantly alert. "Why do you want to know?"
"They were like family to me. I thought I might drop by and say hello."
"I'd rather you didn't," the man said gruffly. "As I told you, they didn't hit it off with Laura. If you saw them, they'd only say terrible, untrue things about her."
"Does that mean you won't give me their address?"
His father hesitated. "Yes. It's for your own good, Tad, believe me. Now, come on in and let's have a drink."
Tad allowed himself to be led into the house, to the living room where Laura had a cozy fire going in the fireplace and a pitcher of martinis for them. She sat on the couch with her shapely legs crossed, the hem of the skirt pulled up on her thighs. She had lovely legs, and Tad recalled how wonderful they'd felt wrapped around his body.
His feelings of guilt at having fucked his father's wife left him. He wanted to fuck her again and again and again. He wanted to tear the clothes from her and suck her stiff nipples, to have her kiss and lick his testicles, to ram his cock hard and fast into her hot cunt
"By the way, Dad," Tad said, remembering, "I brought back that imagine luger I was telling you about. It's in my room, along with some shells."
"No kidding," the old man said. "Hey, I've got to see that."
He set down his drink and raced up the stairs. Tad, watching him with amusement, was suddenly conscious of Laura standing beside him.
"Welcome home, stepson," she said, and as he knew she would, she reached out her slim hand and patted the bulge in his trousers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now that he'd become resigned to the situation, Tad Marshall was much calmer in his thoughts regarding his mother's mysterious death. He could talk' with his father about it without going into a shouting match. He could even put up with Laura's surreptitious feeling of his cock and her rubbing her thighs against him to get him sexually excited, and not feel ashamed of his desires because she was his father's new wife.
Being human, he enjoyed the touch of her slim fingers on his crotch, the warmth of her loins pressing up close to him. More than once during the evening he went up behind her and rubbed the bulge in his trousers against her nicely rounded ass and was rewarded with her twisting back against him.
He told himself that it wasn't just getting a hard-on he was interested in. If he wormed his way into the girl's confidence as easily as he wormed his cock into her cunt, he might learn something specific beyond the generalities his father threw at him.
The least he could do, meanwhile, as long as he wasn't going to move in with Jill, was to call her. He did.
"Tad," she enthused, "how wonderful to hear your voice again."
"It's good to hear you again, too, Jill. How've you been?"
"Okay. Nothing's changed. Still having the same old mid-term blues at USC, still arguing with my folks. Once in a while I join a peace demonstration. How about you?"
He grinned, thinking how much he'd like to have a piece demonstration with Jill-a piece of ass, that is. She was sweet and wild and fuckable, and he'd always enjoyed their sexual get-togethers. The thought of her slim young breasts nuzzling him brought back pleasant memories.
"Sorry about your mother, Tad."
"Did you see her when she was ill, Jill?"
"I didn't even know she was sick. I called once in a while, but never got her on the phone. I asked your father if I could come out for a visit, and he said they were very busy and to make it some other time. But some other time never arrived. Then, suddenly, I read in the paper that she'd died. It was a shock."
"Yes," Tad said thoughtfully. More mystery to ponder now.
'Td like to see you, Tad," she said. "Are you busy tonight?"
"Sort of. I have to talk things over with my father. How about tomorrow?"
"Sure, any time after one o'clock. And don't forget to take your vitamins."
Tad hung up, feeling much better. Jill was a wonderful girl, and he always felt refreshed after talking to her. Her remark about vitamins assured him that she was just as ready, willing, and able to make up for lost time as he was. With many girls-Hilda and Laura for two-sex was a purely physical thing. The closeness of such girls, the friction of their hands, their bodies, or their mouths gave him a hard-on that wouldn't quit. So he simply shoved his stiff cock between such a girl's legs and gave them both a good time.
With Jill there was something almost-corny though it sounded-spiritual about their fucking.
When he returned to the living room, it was as though he were entering another world, one populated by strangers. He felt strangely embarrassed to be there, and he knew that his father, especially, was made ill at ease by his son's presence. It was as though things had been going very smoothly with his father and Laura, until the appearance of Tad Marshall brought a disturbing element to the pattern they had constructed.
It was a mysterious pattern in which the too-soon death of his mother was an integral factor. Was it possible, Tad thought, that they-or perhaps Laura, who had better motivation-had actually killed his mother and were trying to cover up that fact? When he'd blurted out the accusation before, it had been a product of his anger, but now the notion didn't seem incredible at all.
They had coffee in the living room and talked casually. His father asked Tad about army life and Tad told him some of the interesting things that had happened to him in the service. During the course of his conversation, Tad noticed his father's craggy face scowl. As a frown crawled over the older man's features, Tad followed the direction of his gaze and saw that Laura, sitting attentively on the couch, had apparently not noticed that her skirt was well above her thighs, showing off her excellent legs. The old man looked as though he were about to go into a rage over it, and Tad felt exceedingly uncomfortable. Even so, he found himself unable to tear his eyes from the smooth curved legs and recalled with a pleasant shudder how nice they'd felt rubbing naked against his flesh, and of how they'd held him like a vise as he rammed his cock into her.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that she was smiling at him. She barely eased her moist pink tongue over her red lips for a moment, and She gave him a look he could not mistake. She was trying to remind him of other things her tongue and mouth had done to him.
Quickly, he looked up to see if his father had caught her facial movement, but the old man was busy frowning at the expanse of leg showing.
Tad cleared his throat. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about Mother, Dad."
Dammit! He'd wanted it to sound casual, but to his own ear at least it sounded like the detective in a Grade-B motion picture rounding up suspects. But the damage was done.
In addition, however, Tad sensed he had struck a raw nerve in his father's makeup. A momentary look of fear flashed across the man's face. It was gone as suddenly.
"It's been a long day, Tad," the old man said. "I'm still bushed. Let it go until tomorrow, okay?"
Tad started to insist, then snapped his mouth shut, realizing the futility of that. There was little point in getting into another argument. He could corner his father--first thing in the morning.
"I'm tired, too," Laura said, yawning and stretching so her pear-shaped breasts were shown to good advantage. She looked directly at Tad, though her words were directed to her husband. "I'd love to go to bed."
What she meant, Tad knew was, "I'd go to bed to love." She loved to fuck-her father, him, probably anyone with a cock. Now she was teasing him by pointing out unnecessarily that she was going to hit the sack with another man, her husband.
Tad said good night, went to his room, and undressed. He lay awake in bed thinking, and slowly words came to him from his father's bedroom.
"For Pete's sake," the man said, "is that all you ever think of, sex?"
"You liked it well enough when we were going together," she reminded him. "Every day in your office you fucked me, remember?"
"Of course I remember, but I already did it once today, and now I'm tired."
"Here, let me suck on you for a while," she said.
Tad hated himself for having to listen, but then, he didn't have any choice. He rolled over and tried to go to sleep, but he kept thinking of what was happening in the bedroom next door. The girl had his father's cock in her mouth, and her warm, red lips were working up and down over it, up and down, up and down ... .
Tad felt an ache in his own loins thinking about it. Then the voices were lower, and he thought, thank goodness. Another thought replaced that: suppose they were discussing his mother? He hesitated, then silently got out of bed and went to put his ear against the wall. "He called Jill," his father said. "So?"
"Suppose she tells him something he shouldn't know?"
"She didn't. You worry too much. Listen, how can I carry on an inane conversation and suck your cock at the same time?"
The man was silent for a moment. "You should have let her come up here and see Marion."
Laura laughed sarcastically. "That would really have fucked things up. Look, the girl may have her suspicions, but she doesn't really know anything. Oh, for Pete's sake, are you going to sleep?"
"I told you I'm bushed," he said. "Let's go to sleep. We'll make love in the morning."
"Make love? What's that?"
"All right, dammit. Well fuck. Is that better?"
"Much better. Say it again." r
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he said. "You like the word so much I think I'll have it engraved on a bracelet for you."
"It's not the word," she said quietly, "but what it represents."
They were silent for awhile. Finally Tad heard his father snoring loudly. Laura said, "Damn!" and the bed creaked as she got off it.
Tad couldn't be sure, where she was going, but he had an idea. He raced across the room and climbed into bed under the covers just as his door opened and the girl stuck her head in. The nightstand lamp was on, so he could see her clearly in the shortie nightgown she wore, but he pretended to be asleep.
She came into the room, closing the door behind her, and tiptoed over to his bed. "Tad, are you asleep?"
He expected her to ask him again, at which point he'd come groggily awake, proving that he hadn't heard her incriminating conversation with his father in their bedroom. However, she didn't ask again. Instead, she quickly slipped off her brief garment, raised the covers of his bed and slid between the sheets with him, her hand boldly reaching out into the fly of his pajamas to hold and fondle his cock.
Tad felt anger surge through him. His stepmother had left his sleeping father to come in here and cheat with the son. What he should do was kick her out of bed and beat the truth out of her about his mother's death. But he knew that wouldn't' work.
She'd start screaming, and his father would come running in to protect her. No, he had to play the game her way.
Not that it would be unpleasant to do so. Her smooth hands were cool and knowing as they toyed with his genitals, palming his balls and stroking his swiftly erecting cock. He liked the feel of her naked breasts against him and her thigh rubbing his leg.
He pretended to awaken sleepily. "Wha-"
"Sh!" she said. She mashed her mouth on his and worked her tongue in his mouth. She crawled on top of him and moved her body over his.
Tad reached down, sliding the palms of his hands along her back until he could grip her rounded ass and pull her loins into more intimate contact with him.
She pulled her mouth away. Her eyes were glazed with passion. "You fucked me before, Tad, dear. Now it's my turn. Just he there and relax and enjoy yourself."
She slid down along his legs, unbuttoning his pajamas along the way and pulling them off. His cock sprang stiffly upward as it was released from the confining cloth, and she licked her lips hungrily at the sight of it. She held the base in her hands and pressed its throbbing length along her cheek for a moment, rubbing it back and forth on her face. Then she held it a fraction of an inch before her lips and breathed on it gently, until Tad shuddered with delight. Her tongue flicked out and touched the end of it, and he almost came, then and there. Slowly her rich, red lips lowered to touch, to kiss, to caress and massage.
Tad groaned and gritted his teeth. He hated this woman who was sucking his cock. He hated her because she'd married his father so soon after his mother's death. He hated her because she was somehow implicated in the death itself. And yet, not for anything in the world would he interrupt the work of her expert mouth as she licked and sucked his upright male flesh.
With a wild cry, he seized her red hair and forced her head down full in his lap while he thrust his hips upward so his stiff cock went deep into her mouth. He enjoyed it, but he wanted her to suffer, too. He rammed his cock as hard as he could past her lips and held her head there while he spurted his orgasm down her throat
When he relaxed, she lifted her head, puzzled. "You certainly do get rough at times."
"Sorry. It's just that you bring out the beast in me.
"I was hoping I could straddle you, be on top," she said with a pout.
He shrugged. "Stick around. I'm young and virile. I could go on all night, if you want"
She snuggled up close to him. "Well try that when your father is out of town. Right now, I want to fuck you with me on top."
Tad wondered if there was something symbolic about her wanting to be top dog. She was a determined, ambitious woman who knew what she wanted and let nothing stand in the way of her getting it. He was sure now that she'd wanted his father and had done something to rid herself of the only obstacle-his mother.
"Did you know my mother well?" he asked her.
She nodded. "She was a very wonderful person. I liked her very much. We got along fine together."
Tad was sure she was lying about getting along together. His mother wasn't the type to associate with sluts like Laura.
"Was Dr. Johnson treating her illness?"
Laura sighed. "Dr. Johnson was out of town, in Europe, I think."
"There was a doctor treating her, wasn't there?"
"Tad, for Pete's sake, not now," she said irritably. "Your father will answer all your questions in the morning."
Tad was silent, not wanting to push his luck. Maybe she was right, and his father would answer all his questions, as the man had promised. But now he had some new questions based on his eavesdropping.
Laura's hand massaging his limp cock turned his attention to other matters. As she lay beside him, he fondled her breasts and pressed his lips on the nipples, sucking them and nibbling on them with his teeth until they were up stiff once more. His hands slid over the smooth roundness of her ass and between the legs she accommodatingly spread wide for him.
He rubbed his hand in her crotch because he knew she'd like it and because it always gave him a thrill to feel the pubic area of a girl. He loved to rub his hands and fingers all over the wiry hair and along the damp slopes of her inner thighs, to press his middle finger into the moist, hot lips at the very center, and to work it up until he found the nub of the girl's clit, which he proceeded to work back and forth.
Laura moaned and bit her lip to keep from squealing. "Ooooh, that feels good, honey, keep it up." She began pulling his cock vigorously, as though she were trying to uproot it, but after a moment it grew stiff once more. Then she did squeal softly and leaped up to straddle him.
He glanced down between them as she lowered herself. The tip of his cock ascended into the reddish pubic hair and disappeared bit by bit into the cunt which swallowed it to the hilt.
He felt a sudden surge of renewed pleasure when it was completely inside, and he began the motions of intercourse even as she herself began rising and falling over him, her crotch clutching his cock and letting it come loose almost to the tip, before she descended with a soft sucking sound. He reached up and fondled her breasts with both hands, twirling the stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, as she moved her body up and down to give him the pleasure he desired-the pleasure she desired just as much, if not more so.
Her face was a mask of passion hovering over him.
"Oh, Tad," she murmured, "I love your cock in my cunt. Fuck me, honey, fuck me, fuck me."
He almost hoped her whispers would turn into screams and his father would come in and discover them together. The old man was already jealous of her. This might possibly push him over the ragged edge where he'd do something desperate-like kick her out. But that would be too much to hope for. No, he had to wait, bide his time, and find out what he could by eavesdropping and by calling on friends who had known his mother when she was alive.
Meanwhile, he fucked Laura. He shoved his throbbing cock into her cunt with all the force he could muster, making her gasp with the intensity of his passion. At the same time, he squeezed her breasts so tightly she winced, and he was sure he left bruises. When he came, she bounced up and down on his lap with a furious rhythm, trying to have an orgasm herself-and failing.
When he was finished spurting his fluid into her, he pushed her off and rolled over, yawning sleepily. "You'd better get back to your own room before he misses you," Tad said.
"I didn't come," she complained. "The least you could do is make me come. With your mouth, or even your finger."
"Gee, I'd like to," Tad said, "but I'm really tired, Laura. Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I suppose you'd like me to go fuck myself, too," she said, annoyed.
He grinned at her. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
"You dumb son of a bitch," she stormed, going to the door, pulling on her shortie nightgown as she went, "you're as bad in the sack as your father."
The sexual sessions, the traveling, and the tensions of seeing his father again had made Tad very weary indeed. Seconds after Laura had gone, he was asleep.
When he awakened the next morning, the rays of the sun were slanting sharply in through the Venetian blinds. A glance at the clock told him it was nearly ten-thirty.
"Damn!" he said, swinging out of bed.
He dressed quickly and went downstairs, but his father was nowhere in sight. There was a note pinned to the refrigerator, handwritten by his father. The note said he'd had to leave for work early, but they'd have their talk later. Meanwhile, he had the run of the house, of course, and he should fix what food he liked. His stepmother liked to sleep late, so he shouldn't disturb her. And above all, his father admonished, he shouldn't try anything rash.
"like what?" he wondered aloud. "like going up to see my sleeping stepmother and fucking the shit out of her while her husband is away?"
Probably, however, John Marshall didn't mean that. He didn't want his son nosing around, asking people questions regarding the mysterious death of his mother.
In the kitchen, Tad made himself some coffee, toast, and eggs and ate breakfast at the kitchen table. He piled the dishes in the sink and went upstairs to shave. He half expected Laura to come into the bathroom and try to rape him, but she didn't, no doubt because she was still sleeping.
The problem of transportation didn't faze him now. His father had several cars in the big garage beside the house, and in the past he'd always let Tad use what he wanted. Now would be no exception, especially if the old man didn't know about it. Tad found a spare set of keys in the hall cabinet drawer-at least that habit hadn't changed, he thought gratefully-and a moment later he was in the red convertible, driving inland toward Hollywood, where Jill had her apartment.
It had been a long time since he'd seen the slim, dark-haired girl. They'd had many good times together-in and out of the sack. He loved to.fuck her, just as she loved to be fucked. It was different with her from how it was with Laura, even though both experiences were physically enjoyable. With Jill there was an added quality, an extra something that was something like affection and respect. It wasn't a dirty act when she spread her legs and welcomed his stiff cock in her cunt. It was the natural function of two bodies making love-and that made all the difference in the world.
CHAPTER SIX
Jill lived in a tiny apartment on Fountain Avenue in Hollywood. It was light and airy and looked out on a central courtyard filled with tropical plants. It was adequate for a single girl and cozy for a couple, in case the single girl decided to have a guest in for the night or over a weekend.
Tad Marshall had been such a guest, and he counted himself lucky. It had been so natural the first time they'd gotten together sexually. They'd kissed warmly and embraced, and before long he had his hand on her naked breast and another hand up her legs massaging her warm, moist cunt, while her own hand was busy massaging his cock. It had occurred on their first date, and the problem of whether or not to kiss never came up. He had fucked her instead, and neither of them had ever had any regrets.
Now as he parked his car in front of the complex of apartments and walked into the courtyard, Tad felt an excitement fill him such as he hadn't known for a long time. He wondered if she'd changed at all, and if he'd changed without knowing it. Perhaps she'd taken on a lover herself, as he had had many girls during his time away. He felt an unreasoning pang of jealousy at that thought.
When she threw open the door, smiled, and hugged and kissed him, he knew that nothing had changed. He said, "You look good enough to eat."
She laughed and said, "Talking sexy again, eh? You're a fast worker."
He went in, thinking he wouldn't mind eating her. He loved to nuzzle her dark pubic hair and smell the intensely female smell of her delicious cunt. She seemed a little fuller than he'd remembered her, but it only made her more voluptuous, and he told her so. She still had the same slim, curved legs that he loved to have around his body, the full breasts that he enjoyed kissing, the dark brown hair that swirled tantalizingly along his belly when they made love.
She was wearing shorts and a halter that showed off her legs and the promising fullness of her breasts. "How about something to drink?" she suggested. "You intoxicate me enough, beautiful," he said, palming her breasts.
Laughing she leaped away. "Have you eaten lunch, I mean?" And when he shook his head no, she said, "I'll make us some sandwiches and we can talk. The booze is in the cupboard. Make us some tall, cool ones, will you?"
Strange, Tad thought. He returned to his father's house to find himself a stranger in a strange land. Yet here with Jill it was as though he'd never been away.
While she busied herself at the counter making sandwiches for them, Tad got glasses from the cupboard along with a bottle of whiskey. He paused then and looked at the brown-haired girl. She was cutting up some meat and the motion made her ass wiggle very enticingly. He let his gaze roam over her bare legs, her naked midriff, the tight cloth that showed the crack in her ass, the halter through which the nipples jutted in bold relief against the cloth. She was every bit as good as Hilda and Laura and everyone else.
She glanced over at him and smiled. "A penny for your thoughts, mister."
He glided up behind her, pressed his groin tight against her rounded ass, and reached up under her arms with his hands to massage her breasts.
He said, "I want to fuck you, Jill. Now."
She sighed and turned to face him. "I thought you'd never ask."
He mashed his lips on hers and pulled her close. Then he lifted her in his arms and carried her across the living room to the bedroom, where he gently deposited her on the bed. As she wiggled out of her shorts and halter, he stripped off his own clothes and then lay down beside her.
"Oh, Tad," she murmured, "I've missed you so."
"I've missed you, too, Jill, more than you know."
It was funny, but he had missed her more than he himself knew, and he hadn't realized it until just now.
His lips moved hungrily over her mouth, her cheek, her throat, along the slopes of her breasts.
Greedily, he sucked each of her nipples until they stood up aching with swollen need. He rained a stream of kisses along her writhing belly and shifted his body around so he could rest the side of his head on the slim, beautiful legs she opened wide for him.
He gasped with delight as he felt her hands reach for his balls and his cock and take them gently between her hands to rub. Her face lowered over his crotch and she began kissing his stiffening male flesh, licking him all over his genitals, finally opening up her mouth and taking his cock between her lips.
Inches before his eyes was her lovely cunt, softly quivering, moist and warm with increasing passion, surrounded by soft brown hairs. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He bent his head forward and inhaled the delicious perfume of her female crotch, extended his tongue to lick the outer lips of her cunt, and delved into the opening to search for her clit, because he knew that would please her.
He felt as though he were on fire with desire for this girl he hadn't had in too long a time. Her mouth sucked flames into his cock as she worked him over with her lips, her tongue, and her teeth. He returned the favor with gratitude, nipping at her clit, tonguing it back and forth until it stood up, overcome with passion.
After a moment, she raised her head and gasped, "I can't take any more of this, Tad. Fuck me, please."
Tad felt the same way. He twisted around on the bed and rolled between her spread legs, reaching down to guide the tip of his throbbing cock into her pulsating cunt. She moaned and moved her full breasts across his chest, the nipples teasing his flesh unmercifully. He thrust his cock in and out with a steady rhythm, not ramming it in the way he had with Laura, but doing it with a gentle persistence that imparted not only physical pleasure of the most intense kind, but also a deep-abiding affection. His hands moved over her flanks, under her writhing ass, up over her breasts.
She clamped her legs and arms tightly about him and began rocking and rolling under him. He recognized the symptoms in her. She was about to have an orgasm, and more than anything else right then he wanted to have one with her.
It wasn't difficult. The sight and the feel and the smell of her body had worked him up to the point where he was ready to come at any time. He thrust into her, matching her rhythm with his own. When she moaned and stopped still, hugging him tight with her entire body, he forced his cock into her cunt as far as it would go and let it spurt spasm after spasm deep inside her.
They collapsed then and for a moment said nothing, just content to be in each other's arms. He was afraid she'd ask him if he'd had any other women while he'd been away, but she didn't. He wondered if she'd had any boyfriends, but he was even more afraid of asking her.
After awhile, without a word, she kissed him and returned to the kitchen to fix the sandwiches. He lay there for a while, thinking how wonderful the reunion with Jill had been, and then he got up and went into the kitchen with her. She hadn't bothered getting dressed, possibly because she was hoping for seconds, and the sight of her naked ass and the long sweep of her smooth legs was quite inspiring, even to a man who'd just had one of the biggest orgasms of his life. She stood with her legs still slightly apart, so he could see moist strands of pubic hair dangling between them at the crotch.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" she said without turning around, "or make me that drink you promised?"
He laughed and went to make the drink. A few minutes later they sat nude at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches and sipping drinks.
"How was your homecoming, Tad?" she asked finally.
"Grim," he said. "It was a shock to me to find out that not only was my mother dead but my father had remarried."
Jill stared at him. "Your father has remarried? But it's only been a couple of weeks since-"
Tad nodded. "I know. That bothers me, but not as much as something else, something I can't quite put my finger on. There's something mysterious about my mother dying as she did. I have the feeling that some place along the line there was negligence that made her die. Or else-" He hesitated, then went on, "-she was murdered,! "
Jill's pretty face registered shock. "You can't mean it, Tad."
He shrugged. "Honestly, baby, I don't know what to believe." He told her about the conversation he'd overheard in his father's bedroom. "Apparently there's something you might be able to tell me."
She thought a moment, then shook her head. "I haven't the faintest idea what I could tell you, Tad. But I do know why your father is angry around you and his new, young wife. He's jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Sure, it's the classic situation. Don't you ever read books? The older man and the younger wife and the young male farmhand or gardener-"
"I don't think that's it," Tad said, knowing it was one real factor and not wishing to admit it to Jill. How could he tell the girl he'd already fucked his new stepmother more than once on his first day home? He couldn't, not now especially, after she'd welcomed his cock into her body.
"Well, I hope he doesn't have any reason to be jealous," she said.
Tad felt irritated by her persistence. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means," she said, "simply that you're a man and she's a woman-a very lovely and desirable woman, apparently-and you're both living in the same house. It would be only natural for you to be attracted to her."
She was feeling him out. He grabbed her and held her close. "With a hot female body like you've got, Jill, you don't have to worry about me going to anyone else."
That pleased her. "You really like my body, Tad?"
"You know I do, baby," he said. "I love to feel your breasts on my chest, to have your lovely cunt go over my stiff cock. I can't fuck you enough, you know that."
"Well, I just hope you can resist your stepmother, that's all. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she made a play for you-you know, accidentally let you see her body when she was going from the shower, or maybe opening her legs at the moment you're looking in her direction."
He couldn't help but blush. He couldn't tell her that Laura was forever giving him glimpses of her cunt and breasts. He said, "You sound-like-an expert."
"I'm an expert on lots of things. For example, if you were really suspicious of your stepmother, I could have some of my lawyer friends check on her background for you. They might turn up something interesting."
Tad's impulse was to say yes. But then his father had lots of lawyer friends, too, and if the old man ever learned that the son was snooping around, digging up dirt to throw in his face-what if he were wrong, and everything was on the up and up with Laura and his father and with his mother's death?
He didn't want to hurt the old man any more than he'd been hurt already.
He shook his head. "No. Not now. I'll let you know if I change my mind."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Before he left Jill's apartment, Tad and the girl returned to bed for another fast, furious, and absolutely delightful session of hot fucking. After all, he hadn't seen the girl in years, and he truly enjoyed the feel of her breasts rubbing up against his chest, the nipples stiff with passion, the way she rubbed his cock with her mouth and legs, and the way she opened up her slim legs invitingly and let him shove his cock deep into her warm, moist cunt.
Then he was off to see Dr. Miles Johnson, the family physician. Dr. Johnson had doctored the Marshalls ever since Tad could remember, and the youth recalled him as a rather large man with a big head and large sensitive eyes that peered through thick-lensed glasses. His office was in Santa Monica in a good location. The doctor had built up a good practice over the years.
When Tad entered the reception room, he was pleased to see a familiar blonde sitting at the window. She smiled when she looked up and saw him.
"Tad Marshall," she enthused, "when did you get back?"
"I arrived in town here only yesterday, Mary. It's good to see you."
It would be good, Tad thought, to see a lot more of her. In her crisp white uniform, she looked as pure as the driven snow, but he'd seen the girl in a bikini that showed off her full breasts and long slim legs in a way that had made his blood pound. On more than one occasion, he'd been tempted to make a pass at her. He'd had dreams of removing the bikini and kissing her breasts, sucking the nipples with his eager lips, and then moving down across her rounded belly and placing his mouth between her legs. He'd never seen her crotch naked, but he had the feeling she was a natural blonde, with just a few wispy blonde hairs surrounding her cunt.
"Uh-oh," she said, "you've got that look on your face again."
"I've been overseas a long time," he told her with a laugh.
"Without a woman either, I suppose. You've been saving yourself for me-all this time."
"Of course," he said.
It was harmless banter, but there was an undercurrent of truth to it all. Tad had the feeling that if he really pressed his luck, Mary would spread her delicious legs for him. But he also had the feeling that Dr. Johnson had thoughts in that direction. They'd never discussed it, but Tad wouldn't put it past the old duffer to be fooling around with his receptionist, not that Tad blamed him of course.
"Why don't you wait in his office," she said, "and I'll see if he's busy."
Tad nodded and went in just as the girl got up from her desk, showing an inspiring flash of female thigh along the way, and preceded him down a corridor. He couldn't resist reaching and patting her ass for a moment before he turned into the doctor's office.
"Fresh!" she called back to him, but he knew she'd enjoyed the caress as much as he had.
"Tad! Tad Marshall!" Dr. Miles Johnson's voice said a moment later from the corridor. The man himself appeared in the doorway.
They shook hands, sat down, and talked small talk for awhile before the doctor said, "I was sorry to hear about your mother, Tad. How's your father taking it?"
"He seems to have recovered pretty fast," Tad said, trying to keep bitterness from his voice and failing. "Of course, he has a new wife now to keep him occupied."
"So I've heard. A pretty woman."
"Yes." Tad leaned forward in his chair. "Listen, I've got to ask before I go nuts, no matter what my father says about it. There was something strange about my mother's death, wasn't there?"
Dr. Miles Johnson hesitated. "I had the feeling that someday, Tad, you'd walk through that door and ask me something like that. I was going to say you were wrong, to spare you any more grief."
"I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what you know."
"I checked your mother just before I went on vacation," Dr. Miles Johnson said slowly. "Her heart, her liver, the works. Except for a slight backache, she was in perfect health, with every possibility of living to a ripe old age. I always thought it was remarkable that she waited until I'd gone before she became ill. And when she died-that was unthinkable."
Tad was very excited. At last somebody else was voicing suspicions similar to his own. And there was nothing that Laura could say to him that would dissuade him from his suspicions, though she'd certainly try. She'd spread her legs and give him a view of her crotch and suck his cock all night long-but he still wouldn't think she was innocent of any wrongdoing!
"I left a forwarding address with your mother, but I never heard from her. Instead, I got a letter from the servants-the Bakers-who said they'd been let go after years of service. They said they were worried because your mother had gotten ill and this secretary-Laura something-or-other-who worked for your father, had taken over, was doing all the cooking and everything. They said your mother complained about the food she was being fed and the way she was treated. Actually, at the time I thought it was just sour grapes because they'd been fired, but if I'd known-"
Tad said slowly, "If someone wanted to cover up a murder, cremation would be a good way to do it, wouldn't it?"
Dr. Johnson stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. "It would be an excellent way of getting rid of the evidence, Tad. No autopsy could be performed."
He shook his head. "But it's too unbelievable .that someone could be doing this under your father's nose."
"He was grief-stricken, remember, at her illness, and busy taking care of his investments," Tad reminded him. "Do you have the Bakers' new number?"
"Sure," Dr. Johnson said. He consulted a rotary index and then scribbled a phone number on a sheet of paper along with the address. He shoved the paper across the desk. "You can use the phone in here if you want. You'll have to excuse me, but I've got to get back to my patients. Let's get together sometime later, say next week."
"I'd like that, sir, and thanks."
They shook hands and the doctor went out, leaving Tad to dial the number given him. The phone rang several times before it was picked up and a woman's voice said, "Hello."
"Shirley, this is Tad. Tad Marshall."
For a moment there was stunned silence. Then: "Tad, you're home. How wonderful."
"I'd like to talk to you and James as soon as possible."
"Come over tonight," she invited. "Well have dinner together and talk over old times. Seven all right?"
"I'll be there," Tad promised.
He hung up and stood thinking for a moment. Finally, it seemed as though he was getting somewhere.
At a sudden movement, he looked up to see Mary standing in the doorway, a sensuous smile on her pretty face.
"Ready for me now?" she asked.
He laughed. "Any time, baby."
He thought she was kidding, but he found he was wrong. She came in, closed the door and locked it, and began unbuttoning her white uniform.
"The doctor will be busy with a patient for at least ten minutes," she said. "I want to show you a new technique I've developed."
She removed her white uniform and her bra and underwear and stood in front of him naked. Then she sat him down in the chair and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It had gone limp, so she rubbed it between her hands, rolling it over the palms, until it stiffened. She had extremely large breasts. She leaned forward now and pressed his cock between her breasts, filling her cleavage with it, and rubbed her mammary flesh up and down over the throbbing sides of his cock.
"Have you ever been jerked off between a girl's breasts before?" she asked him.
"No," he said, gritting his teeth. "It feels good, Mary."
"Glad you like it," she laughed. "Another first."
She continued rubbing his stiff cock with her breasts held on either side of the male flesh, and on the downstroke she lowered her face and stuck out her tongue to lick the droplets of moisture collecting on the very tip of his organ.
He gritted his teeth harder. Between them he muttered, "I can't take any more of this. Come on, let's fuck!"
It took only a few seconds before Mary had an orgasm and Tad quickly followed with one of his own, coming big and strong deep inside her cunt with such force that he groaned and she squealed her pleasure.
Then they separated, and she hastily pulled on her nurse's uniform again. She kissed him before unlocking the door. "Don't be such a stranger," she said.
"I won't," he promised.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One of the reasons Mary had never fucked with him before, Tad was sure, was because she thought he was having a serious thing with Jill. Now, suddenly, she had had a change of mind. In Dr. Johnson's office, she'd taken off her receptionist's uniform and played with his cock, gone down on him, and then let him shove his stiff cock into her cunt from behind-and she'd enjoyed it as much as he had.
Tad shook his head, bewildered. He didn't know why the change of heart, but he was glad for it. After all, he and Jill weren't really engaged or anything.
He arrived at home to find Laura reclining on a lounge chair beside the pool. She had on a different bikini this time, but one that showed off as much of her lovely figure as the other one.
"Well," she said, slurring her words slightly as though she'd been drinking. "Home is the hero once again. Fight any wars over the lunch hour?"
"Only one," he said.
She waited for him to explain that, and when he didn't, she said, "We-I missed you for lunch, Tad."
"I went to see a friend."
"A female friend."
"Yes."
"Can she fuck better than me?"
"She's fantastically better," Tad said harshly.
Laura laughed, unperturbed. "You're lying," she said. "There's no one who's a better lay than little Laura." She patted the lounge beside her. "Come sit with me, have a drink."
"No," he said, "I've got things to do." v
"Come on, your father's gone, and I need company," she said. "Let's be friends."
Why not? he thought. Why not at least pretend? She was slightly drunk. Maybe the booze would loosen her tongue as quickly as it did her morals.
"All right," he said, and sat down beside her.
She sat up to pour him a martini from a frosted pitcher on a nearby stand. He accepted it and sipped. She poured herself one and sipped. He was not surprised when her hand stole into his lap.
"Tell me what you did today," she asked him.-
"Just went to see an old girlfriend," he said. "That's all."
Laura looked thoughtful. "That would be little Jill, the USC student, wouldn't it? And you say you fucked her?"
He grew annoyed with the questioning. "That's none of your business!"
"But, baby," she said, "of course it's my business. I'm your stepmother, remember?"
Her slim hand was in his lap, massaging his cock through the cloth of his trousers.
"You're my father's wife, too. Remember?" he said.
"Oh, I forgot," she said, unruffled. "You're the embodiment of purity itself, aren't you?"
Her hand never left "his cock. Her fingers kept working over it, kneading the flesh. He'd already fucked two girls that day, and he wasn't really in the mood. Yet her female hand on him felt better than it had any right to be.
"Where's Dad?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Who knows? He's always running off some place or other, sometimes even out of town without telling me until he's there." She gulped her martini. "Come on, honey, chug-a-lug, let's get with it."
Tad continued to sip his drink. He'd have just this one, he told himself, and then go upstairs for a nap before he went to see the Bakers.
"Not me," he said, "but let me pour one for you."
"It's just that I'm so damned lonely," she said. "Before you came here, Tad, I didn't have anyone to talk to-except maybe an occasional traveling salesman."
"You just talked to him, of course," Tad said, trying to make his voice sound casual, "or did you show him a few of your own samples?"
"What a terrible thing to say," she said. "Oh, I see you're just joking. Well, the truth is, it did cross my mind that maybe I should feel around a little. I mean, after all, your father was away most of the time. But I didn't. I swear I didn't."
Tad smiled, but said nothing. He didn't believe her. He got up and walked across the patio. He couldn't have stayed there with her any longer. She disgusted him, the way she was trying to seduce him in his father's house.
He went up to his room, took a shower, and stretched sleepily, naked on top of the bed. He thought of Jill's marvelous young body and of how freely she'd given it to him. He thought of Mary and the surprise she'd handed him in the doctor's office. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
He hadn't dozed more than a few minutes before he was awake, suddenly aware that someone was in the room with him. He popped open his eyes and saw that Laura was standing beside his bed. Dressed in a robe, she'd obviously been standing there several minutes watching him.
"I guess I should've locked the door," he said.
"Why do that? We're all friends here."
"And relatives," he reminded her.
He thought of pulling a sheet over his genitals, then decided it would be a futile and absolutely ridiculous gesture under the circumstances. She'd seen him naked, in fact, had had his cock and balls in and around most parts of her female body.
"I did knock, she said, "but you were apparently dozing. John-your father-called and said he wouldn't be home for another hour."
"So?"
"So," she said, still weaving unsteadily from the martinis, "I thought we might continue our little talk-in addition to some harmless fucking. However, it looks like you're not really a chip off the old block anyway. I mean, your father when he was courting me years ago could have gone with a half-dozen women and still had plenty of cock left over for me."
He didn't want her to make him lose his cool, but she succeeded despite his wishes.
"I've got enough cock to make a damn slut like you scream with pleasure," he said.
"Prove it," she taunted.
Reaching up, he yanked her down onto the bed with him. The bitch was going to get it like she'd never had it before. He'd ram his cock into her cunt so fast and deep and hard, she'd beg him to stop before he tore her apart!
CHAPTER NINE
"Come on, you young bastard!" Laura screamed. "You think you're man enough to rape me, well, go ahead and try it!"
"I'll try it all right, you lousy slut!" Tad Marshall said. "I'll fuck the ass off you!"
She leaped away, laughing. "If you want to fuck me, baby," she said, "you're gonna have to work for it."
Before she could get off the bed, Tad seized her wrist and yanked her back down. When she fell on her side, he savagely twisted her onto her back. With his hands, he forced open her slim legs and stared at her crotch, a moist slit covered by reddish pubic hairs. The closeness of her, the rubbing she'd given him with her hands and her body, the sight of her marvelously sexy cunt-all these combined to fill him with a passion that made him tremble.
With a wild cry, he threw himself between her legs, crushing the breath from her body, ramming his cock at the opening between her legs, finding it, letting it slide forcefully in all the way.
He had no love for this woman who called herself his stepmother. If anything, he hated her. But physically, he could not seem to resist. She had a body that would tempt an angel-and he sure as hell was no angel. She had legs that he loved to have wrapped around his body. He adored her breasts, liked to feel them moving along his chest, liked to massage them, to suck them. He loved thrusting his cock deep into her hot, wet cunt and letting the friction of their combined flesh overwhelm him with a lust that could end in only one way.
He could feel her coming. Her entire body stiffened suddenly and she gasped and increased her bumping against his body. She muttered, "Oh, oh, oh," and then let herself release fully and with no inhibitions. Tad pumped furiously. His cock grew swollen inside her. He stiffened his body and let loose with a series of bursts that shot semen all over the inside of her cunt.
When it was over, he pulled his dripping cock out from between her legs, rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling.
He thought, Well, dammit, I've done it again-fucked my stepmother, my father's wife!
It was difficult for him to believe that this young woman was his father's wife. She seemed more like any one of the many one-night stands he'd had in Germany and elsewhere. It was less difficult for him to believe she might have murdered his mother so she could marry his father. She wouldn't take no for an answer when the question was important to her. Sex was important to her. So were the money and security that an older man with an established profession-could offer.
It had been a long, exhausting day, and Laura's lips and tongue on his cock were more soothing than exciting. Tad tried to fight it, but he dozed. He fought through layers of unconsciousness when he heard a car drive up. He recognized the sound as that of his father's car, and he sat up, trying desperately to shake sleep from his eyes.
He hoped that his stepmother had returned to her own room or gotten dressed at least, but she was still curled up naked beside him, her pear-shaped breasts resting on his thigh, her smiling mouth in his crotch with the lips still so close to his limp cock that he could feel her hot breath as she breathed.
She was sound asleep.
He shook her shoulder. She murmured sleepily but didn't awaken. Outside, the car motor shut off.
"Laura, for Pete's sake," he said, "Dad's home. He can't find us like this."
"Who cares?" she said drunkenly. "Let him know it's his own son I'm fucking. Better than the milkman. Keep it in the family."
In desperation, he slapped her smartly across the cheek. Her eyes popped open and she sat up. "Hey, that hurt."
"Sorry, I had to wake you up. Look, you've got a good thing here. You want him to find us so we won't be able to fuck again? He might, get so mad he'd throw us both out. You'd have to go out and get a job and support me."
Outside, the car door slammed.
"You'd better go," he pleaded.
"You're right," she said with a sigh. "But you're great, Tad. I love you to fuck me."
She leaned over his crotch again and planted a big, juicy kiss on his balls, then straightened, picked up her robe, and sailed out of his bedroom to her own.
Tad breathed relief. That was close. The front door downstairs was opening. An instant later, John Marshall's voice boomed out, "Is anybody home?"
Tad didn't answer. Instead, he busied himself getting dressed as quickly as he could. He made it back to the bed and stretched out just as his father poked his head in the doorway.
"Tad, you awake?"
Tad sat up and rubbed his knuckles in his eyes. "Oh, hi, yeah, I was just dozing."
"Is Laura around?"
Tad shrugged. "She was downstairs when I came back. I went right to sleep, so I have no idea whether she went out or not."
"I'll check her room," the older man said and closed the door.
Tad heard him go into the bedroom next door. "You're sleeping, too," the man said, his tone muffled through the walls. "This sure is a lazy day."
"I took a shower and I thought I'd relax for a bit. Your son has been snoozing all afternoon, so I didn't have anyone to talk to."
"Mmmmmm," the old man said, "you sure look sexy in that robe. I love your breasts, your thighs-everything in fact." He hesitated. "I'm all tense inside. How about sucking my cock for me to relax me."
"Oh, John, do we have to right now?" Laura said. "I've got this splitting headache."
"Too many martinis, probably," he said.
"Probably. Well do it later. Tad will probably be going out tonight, and we can be alone, just the two of us."
'Let me have a sample anyway, baby," he said. "It used to be so good when we were just doing it on the sly, when we had to sneak off so Marion wouldn't suspect. How about a little fucking, just for old times sake?"
"Don't do that. Your hands are cold."
"Cold hands," he laughed, "hot cock. Look at it See how you affect me, Laura."
"Oh, all right," she said, "but make it fast, huh?"
"I will," he promised.
There was the creak of bedsprings as two bodies lowered to the mattress. Tad could picture his father unzipping his fly and easing his cock between Lama's legs. More bedspring creaks, more rhythmic this time, followed by a few grunts from his father, then silence.
"You didn't show much enthusiasm," he said bleakly.
"I told you I have a headache. I'm sorry."
"Okay. I'm going downstairs for a drink. I'll see you in a little while."
"Sure. Oh, John. I'm sorry about the headache. I really do enjoy your cock inside me."
"That's where it belongs, Laura," he said.
The door opened and closed. Footsteps padded down the hallway and down the stairs.
Tad lay awake, wondering why no one suspected that he could hear them through the walls. Probably because they'd been without anyone in that room for so long they just automatically thought of themselves as being alone. It would be nice, he thought, if they'd discuss his mother and her death instead of just sex and fucking-but they might be too guilt-ridden and ashamed for that
He dozed again and was awakened by the sharp ring of the phone. Without thinking, he picked up the extension on the nightstand and was about to say hello when a woman's voice interrupted with, "Laura, this is Carol. Tom was wondering-"
"I told you not to call me here," Laura's annoyed voice responded quickly. "The old lady's will is going to be read in just a few days, so be patient. I'm as tired of waiting as you are. At least, you don't have to put up with the old bastard's feeling you up all the time and wanting to shove his ancient cock up your cunt."
"Have you been drinking again?" Carol accused.
"So what if I have?" Laura said defensively. "Just a couple of martinis to relax."
"You promised to lay off."
"I didn't promise to go out of my damned mind," Laura said. "I have to drink the stuff so I'm half paralyzed before the old man starts in on me. I almost vomit when he makes me suck his cock-and you know what a cocksucker I am. At least his young son's here now. That's an improvement."
Carol's voice was strained as she said, "His son is there?"
"He's in the next bedroom, but don't worry. He doesn't suspect a thing. He's just upset because his mother died, that's all."
"Tom doesn't want any trouble, Laura. We've gone this far-"
"Stop worrying, will you? Everything's under control, believe me."
"I wish I could. I'd hate to have the whole thing screwed up just because of your hot cunt, especially with the big payoff almost here. All I'm asking is that you be careful."
"All right, all right," Laura said irritably, "So I'll be careful."
Carol hesitated. "Be extra careful with the son. You know how you are when you get drunk. You hop into the sack with a guy and you start talking."
"I said I'd be careful."
"Okay. I'll try to be patient. I guess I can wait a few more days."
"You'll have to. Tom, too. Why don't you two just stay in bed and fuck for two days. It'll keep your mind off things."
"What do you think we've been doing?" Carol said with a laugh. "Talk about hot cocks. This guy has a permanent hard-on. You think it'll be over with in a couple of days?"
"Maybe longer. Well see. A week maybe." Carol sighed. "It better be worth i."
"It'll be worth it"
She hung up, and Tad quickly replaced the phone in its cradle, then lay back on the bed with new thoughts to ponder. He didn't know what to make of the conversation, but he did know that Laura and these other people were up to no good. It was further confirmation of his suspicions that there was something screwy about his mother's sudden illness and just as sudden death.
An even more interesting part of the conversation was the knowledge that Laura could be made to talk freely. He had only to get her drunk and start fucking her. With his cock thrusting into her cunt he could start asking her pertinent questions, if he could control his emotions long enough to think calm, rational thoughts. Well, he'd just have to.
He rose, undressed, put on his robe and went into the bathroom to shave and shower. It was getting close to his dinner date with the Bakers at their home, and he didn't want to be late.
He returned to his room and dressed, dreading the inevitable meeting when he went downstairs. The two of them were in slacks and sport shirt, while Laura wore trim shorts and a blouse that was not as revealing as the bikini he generally saw her in. Her cover-up was for his father's benefit, he knew, for the old man was jealous of anyone seeing his wife's flesh, even if that anyone were his own son.
"Hi, Tad," John Marshall greeted affably. "Come join us in a drink."
Tad shook his head. Td like to, Dad, but I've got a date."
"Oh. Anyone I know?"
Tad hesitated. He thought of lying, then decided he wanted to see his father's reaction and Lama's. He said, "The Bakers invited me over for dinner tonight."
The two others exchanged fleeting glances. Was it fear that glinted in their eyes? Tad wondered.
His father forced a smile. "Tell them I'm sorry they're not working for us any longer-and I wish them well." He hesitated awkwardly. "If there's anything I can do-"
Laura interrupted with, "You've done quite enough for them already, John. You gave them three months' wages when they left and excellent references. You were nice not to've gotten rid of them long ago."
The old man said nothing, though it was obvious his wife's words had embarrassed him. "Yes," he said, "I suppose you're right."
"Well, I've got to go."
"Aren't you going to lass your stepmother goodbye?" Laura asked teasingly.
Tad stared at her. She was getting very bold in front of her husband, but then maybe the drinks hadn't worn off.
"I'd love to lass her goodbye," Tad said meaningfully. He bent over her and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. Before he straightened, he whispered into her ear. "Go fuck yourself, baby!"
CHAPTER TEN
The old family servants, Jim and Shirley Baker, lived in Venice, a rundown community inhabited mostly by welfare recipients and hippies. The buildings were mostly old and peeling one-story stucco houses. But the rent was very low and the beach was a hundred yards away. These compensated for the air of decay that filled the slum like neighborhood. It was a last-resort area for most Californians and many of them fought to leave it as soon as possible. He was sure the Bakers, who had come from beautiful lake country in Minnesota, hated it very much.
They were ecstatic at seeing him again. They had prepared lavishly for his visit with his favorite dishes cooked by Shirley in the way he liked best. They let him eat to his heart's content before talking about his mother or their feelings about Tad's stepmother. It was only when dinner was well over and the coffee cups cleared that they spoke frankly.
"I just don't like that woman," Shirley said calmly. "Your father never called in Dr. Johnson, your mother's regular physician. Of course, by an odd coincidence, he was out of town on vacation. Convenient, wasn't it? And a week after your mother fell sick, your pa brings in this young woman-the one who's there now."
Her large breasts shook under the stress of her emotion. "Naturally he had a good excuse. He said he had to give her a lot of dictation every day. She was there to spy on me and Jim And to keep your father satisfied."
"Satisfied?" Tad said. "Satisfied in what way?"
Jim and Shirley exchanged looks. Jim nodded quickly.
"All right, Tad, you're old enough-you've been a soldier and I'm sure you know the facts of life." She looked at Jim for assistance. "Tell him everything you saw."
"Well," Jim began slowly, "I come up one morning to give him his coffee like always. This woman was in bed with him. Completely naked and he was-he had his-" He shook his head.
'Tell it to me straight," Tad barked. "I'm grown up."
"Okay," Jim said. "Just as you wish. Your father was licking her thing between her legs. He had his face buried in her all the way up and she had his penis in her mouth and she was sucking away. They were both doing it at the same time. I was able to see it because the girl was drunk and had left the door ajar. They weren't worried about your ma. She was heavily sedated down the hall. I stood in the shadow and watched. They were going at it hot and heavy and finally the girl screamed that she was coming and then he came all over the bed. After that day, I noticed many times they went upstairs together and I could hear the bed bouncing hard while they went at it. Not that I blame him completely. She was a pretty girl and she didn't hide nothing."
"Did you get your mother's letters in Germany?" Shirley interrupted.
"No. Did she send letters to me?" Tad asked, surprised.
"She wrote several," Shirley said, "and I offered to mail them. That young woman said she would do it herself."
"I never got them," Tad cried. "Shirley, Jim, tell me everything you know. I've got to know what happened up there."
"Maybe it'd be better not to rake up live coals," Jim warned. "The boy has to live with them."
"And let that tramp get away with it, no," Shirley snapped. "Not while I can tell him." She turned to Tad.
"I was very suspicious the day the girl came. She was too pretty, and I knew your pa. I've seen him stare at girls on the beach when we all went there, and a few times he put his hands on my breasts." She waved her husband's annoyed look away. "Oh, don't worry. I sent him packing. He wanted to sleep with me while you were in San Diego and your ma was away, but I chased him out of my room. But I knew he was a lustful man.
"The very first night the girl came, he took her out to see the garden, and I had to call them to dinner.
He was in a dark comer playing with her." He had his hands between her legs and he was fingering her privates and his own thing was out and she was pulling it for him till he couldn't stand it. Then he came into her handkerchief and I called to them."
"You never told me," her husband said irritably.
"Because I didn't want you sniffing after her," Shirley snorted. "If I had told you, you'd be dragging her off to the bushes. You ain't exactly a saint when it comes to wanting other women. I know you've had a few in those bars you go to."
"Anyway," Jim said, flushing, "the girl returned to the house a week later, dressed in a very expensive dress. It was obvious to us she couldn't buy it on her secretary's pay. Your pa had paid for it. I'm certain of it.
"So," continued Jim, "they were closeted away in your dad's study for two hours after dinner after your mother went to bed. I was naturally curious to see what they were up to. Well, they were in there. Both had had too much to drink."
Jim went on with his story. The girl had been taking dictation all right. But she had been sitting on the desk in nothing but her panties. John Marshall would stop dictating at intervals and lean over to suck one of her breasts. Both were too far gone to be concerned with anything else. John knew his wife was asleep and the servants were trained never to interrupt them. While Jim Baker watched, John had continued to play with the girl's breasts and talk. Finally the girl had turned and put her fingers in his crotch.
"Wasn't easy to watch that," Jim said indignantly. "To watch that young slut playing with the privates of a man old enough to be her father."
Shirley had noticed a matchbook from a fashionable nightclub in his father's suit the next day when she emptied it before sending it out to be cleaned. Later, she had read several memos on his father's desk to call the girl at that club or to meet her there. It was very clear that they were seeing each other often outside the office. "When did she move in to stay?" Tad inquired. Shirley pursed her lips. "I think it was when Jim and I went to San Francisco to stay with my cousin. We were gone a week and that was when your mother became really ill. When we got back, Laura was in the house for good. Wandering around half naked, trying to get a rise out of the men. She even flaunted her nakedness in front of the delivery boys. It was disgusting."
Shirley threw an irritable glance at her husband. Having seen Laura up close, Tad knew how she must have seemed to Shirley. It must have been like coming back to a whorehouse with a beautiful girl like Lama running around in shorts and halter. More often, Lama probably even ate lunch in her bikini which was so tight around her crotch that you could see the red cunt hairs on either side of the fabric. Moreover, if Tad knew Jim, the old boy must have walked around with a stiff cock all day while serving
Laura around the pool. Laura, stretched out with those fantastic thighs spread out as if she were inviting a man to fuck her, was not easy to ignore. It must have been a trying situation for poor Shirley.
His mother Shirley told him now, had looked bad, and though she was still not bedridden had had barely strength to do anything. When she finally took to her bed, Shirley had asked John Marshall to call in Dr. Johnson. Johnson had, after all, treated her for years and knew her medical problems intimately.
"He said Johnson was away and insisted on calling another doctor," Jim said.
"Who?" asked Tad. He had to get to the bottom of this.
"A Doctor Forsythe," Shirley volunteered. "I never heard of him."
"Where does he live?" Tad asked quickly. "I want to see him."
"Chatsworth," Jim said. "Someone Laura knew, I believe."
Tad looked incredulous. Chatsworth was over sixty miles from where they lived. Why the hell would John get a man from way over there?
Laura, he thought immediately. His father was undoubtedly under the influence of that lovely cunt. With his father's sexual appetite as strong as it was, all Laura had to do was dangle her snatch at him. Either call one of her friends or you don't get into my lovely little snatch. A couple of days of being denied that lovely slit and, having to keep his hot hands off her luscious ass, and his father must have been ready to do anything the girl desired.
If John was so far gone that he had done a sixty-nine in the house and laid the girl with his mother down the hall, then he was a sucker for Laura's wiles. And Laura knew the power of that lovely little ass of hers on middle-aged men. She probably had bastards drooling all over town as they thought of getting into her snatch.
"What was this Forsythe like?" Tad said briskly.
"I didn't like him at all," Jim answered. "Never spoke to us much. Just nodded gruffy. He brought in a flock of medicines and fed them to her even when she complained she hated them. At one time she yelled at him that she felt even sicker after taking them than before. He told her she had to take them. Wouldn't call another consultant despite our pleas to him."
"Give me his number," Tad said.
A moment later he was dialing a number in Chats-worth. The phone rang at least a dozen times before it was picked up at the other end. A young female voice finally answered.
"Who is it please?"
"Can I talk to Dr. Forsythe?" Tad asked politely.
"Who shall I say is calling?" the voice continued in the same polite tone. Tad had an acute sensitivity to voices. He could always fill in the shape behind a telephone voice and automatically he did it now, "This is a surprise for him. I'd rather not give my name," Tad said laughing. "You understand."
"Oh, I certainly do," the girl said, "but I'm not sure he will." Her voice, a high, rich soprano, broke into laughter. Listening to it, he could see a gorgeous redhead with long, shapely legs and pear-shaped tits-a lot like Suzie in Frankfort. like Suzie, this girl undoubtedly liked to pretend to be an ultra-polite and unsexual creature, someone very cerebral. The first time he had talked to Suzie on the phone, he had thought her some frigid schoolmarm with an L icebox in her crotch.
Then the first night he had taken her out, he had stopped the car on a side street and reached over and played with her cunt. No explanations. He just lifted her dress and put his finger in. She had laughed, and also without words had opened his fly and sucked his cock. Then he had a great idea. He had never had a blow job while driving. He had asked her if she would do it, and she had readily assented. It had been fantastic. But even driving at fifteen miles an hour, it was a little too risky to try often.
"I really must give him your name," the girl on the phone persisted. "My name's Tad Mars ... Marston."
"Are you a patient or a referral?" she asked warily.
"Referral."
The voice hardened perceptibly. "Who referred you, sir?"
He thought quickly and decided to take a chance on using Laura's name.
"Laura. Laura Marshall."
"Oh, Laura ... you're a friend of Laura's? I'll put you right through. Just a moment please."
The relief in her voice was like a sunburst. At once he had a vision of a young girl who was hot-blooded and eager to make love. He would be willing to gamble that this girl would not only suck his cock while he drove, she would be willing to lift her skirt anywhere. He had known several girls who affected him that way and his hunches always proved right. The voice indicated a girl who loved to fuck, who loved to feel a guy's stiff cock between her legs. And not just between her legs ... anywhere. He could see this girl squeezing his cock between her richly endowed round firm tits, or eyen taking it into her ass-hole and loving it because she loved sex in any form. But before he could dwell on the image, her voice, though still friendly, turned wary again.
"Where did you know her?" the girl asked. "Here or in Scranton?"
"Oh, here mostly," Tad said. "Look, I'm calling long distance and this is an emergency. Lama said it would be okay to call."
"How far along is the girl?" a woman on the other end suddenly asked.
Then he heard the girl on the phone tell someone, "He says he's a friend of Lama Marshall."
"I don't like it," Tad heard a man bark at her.
"But you said it was okay if Laura ... "
"She wouldn't do it right now. This is a bad time, and Lama knows it. Hang up."
"Hang up?" the girl said surprised. "Hang up!"
The phone suddenly clicked in Tad's ear.
"That's funny," Tad said to himself. He looked at Jim and Shirley and got ready to leave.
"Be careful," Shirley said. "That girl's probably mixed up with some bad types. I don't want to see you get hurt. And Tad, stay away from her altogether. She-likes young ones like you. A few times while John was away I caught her swimming in the pool with some good-looking youngster and I'd catch her more than once on the phone, tight as hell, begging a man to keep her company because she was very lonesome. And this was after eleven at night, too, mind you."
On his way to Jill's place, Tad wondered about the behavior of the girl on the phone. Funny how she had changed. In the beginning she had sounded as frosty as a mother superior. Then her voice had changed and she sounded just like some girl he had fucked in Germany. She seemed to be oozing sexuality as she talked. He recalled a friend of his describing his favorite girl as a "dame who had some power to send her cunt over the wire as she talks. Every time I hear her voice, it's like she's put her juicy pussy right into the receiver, and I could feel her pubic hairs tickling my ears. My cock twitches just listening to her. That's how full of sex she is. I want to rush right over and go down on her lovely cunt right then and there."
That's how the girl in Chatsworth had sounded in her warm tones. But why had she hung up and what was all that stuff about how far along the girl was? Then it hit him. Of course. The good doctor was an abortionist! He scraped out fetuses from wombs. But then why would John get a bastard like that to treat his mother? Or had Lama taken care of the doctor's visit along with everything else in the household?
When he got to Jill's house, he was a little tired from the traffic-filled drive. But one look at Jill's sexy costume quickly revived his spirits. He smiled at her in a way that made it clear he was glad to see her. But she pretended to be cool.
. "Here I put on my sexiest new shorts and you barely notice," she said indifferently. "Maybe you'd better just leave."
He grinned. She was wearing the hottest pair of hot pants he had ever seen on anyone. And on Jill they made her natural equipment look even more luscious than usual.
"You look good enough to eat," he said.
"I don't believe you. You're not even panting or breathing hard," she said, arching her lovely eyebrows.
"All right," he said laughing. "I'll prove it to you."
He moved closer to her and ran his hands excitedly over her beautiful breasts.
"Mind if I take a short drink on those beautiful young tits of yours, baby?"
"Oh, I hate it when you call them tits," she said, blushing. "But I do like to have them sucked by you."
He removed her blouse and her brassiere, letting her round, firm, melon-like breasts hang free. Instantly he could smell the delicious odor of her gorgeous tits. She used a heavy French perfume liberally on her bosom, and it mixed with the healthy natural scent of her skin. Since the day was also quite hot, she was also perspiring slightly. Just sniffing the melange of odors-perfume, sweat and skin as he nibbled at her, tits, gave him a big hard-on. He pushed her down on the couch and took each tit into his mouth. His tongue moved lovingly and longingly over the round surfaces of her globes. As his teeth touched her nipples, he could feel them stiffening in his mouth.
Jill sighed and shifted her body, sliding her crotch along his body until it reached his stiff cock which poked up from his open fly like a steel rod. She took it into her hands and guided it easily into her slit. It went in like a ship slipping down a dry dock into the ocean, and as it did, he let out a huge cry of pleasure.
"Wow!" he said, it's better than ever."
He seized her tits and played with them and then, in a surprise move, rolled her over and got into her from above. He loved having her fuck him by sitting on his dick, but he liked even more feeling her long, firm legs locked around his hips in a vise-like grip. He called it Jill's "boa constrictor" fuck style, because the tightness of her legs was so great they actually hurt a little as he moved in and out of her snatch. But it was a hurt he did not mind at all. It simply added to his sexual fun.
Stabbing her now with his stiff, probing cock, he laughed as he heard Jill squeal with pleasure. She was unable to lie still. As he fucked her, her busy tongue was moving in and out of his ears and over his nose and cheeks. He was driven by his excitement to pump harder and faster than ever until he realized to his chagrin that he was about to shoot his load.
It was something he emphatically did not want. He had waited too long to screw her now to let it go in a few minutes. He had to wait somehow. He began to pull out of her cunt.
"What are you doing, darling?" she asked him.
"I-I thought we'd take time out for a drink," he said, grinning. "I think I'm getting a little dry in the gizzard. Aren't you, baby?"
"Don't stop, damn you," she yelled, pummeling him with her little fists. She turned her hips greedily up at him, trying to oppose with the motion his attempt to get off her body.
"Baby," he began, "I just thought we'd sit it out for ten minutes and then get right back to it, that's all."
"Fuck me, goddamn you ... fuck me ... and don't stop. Can't you see I'm on fire."
"But-"
"Don't talk, damn you. Just fuck me or I'll go out of my mind. You can't just arouse me like that and then take time out. What the hell do you think I am?"
He nodded and began to pump into her with a new frenzy, holding her tightly, feeling her let go.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she screamed. "I'm coming ... I'm coming ... don't let go of me now, please ... I'm coming!" As she yelled, she twisted and rolled her hips, jerking involuntarily and shuddering under him as his cock moved in and out of her. He let her have all she wanted, feeding it to her as hard as he could.
As he lay beside her a few moments later, feeling his flaccid cock nestling comfortably against her, he kissed her ear, licking the inside of it. She trembled with pleasure.
"What do you want to do now?" she asked "I could just stay here and make love all night. Want to?"
I'd like nothing better," he sighed, "but I have to think of that damned bitch, Laura. "I've got to find out what the hell she's up to."
"You came to the right place," she said.
"You mean you know her?" he said surprised.
"Not me personally, but we go to the same beauty parlor."
He looked incredulous, and she laughed.
"Don't look like that. Beverly Hills is a small town. There are only about thirty thousand people in it, and only a few good beauticians. These places draw their clientele through word of mouth. Well, it happens that little Laura and I share Rico."
"Rico?" he said. "Who the hell's that?"
"The best hair stylist in Beverly Hills."
"So?"
"Well, Rico says this girl's got a bad habit of drinking. Quite often she's half lit when she comes into the joint, and then she spills everything to him. Also, she makes a Jot of calls from there, and he's overheard a lot of them."
"Tell me more," he whispered as his cock squirmed in the cleft of her buttocks. She winced as his hands tightened against her breasts. Holding her breath, she rotated her buttocks quickly pushing back with more force than ever as he thrust his penis deep inside her.
"Oh ... oh ... oh," she cried suddenly. "Ooh ... aah . . oooohhh ... aaaaaaht Oh, baby, your cock feels good inside me. I mean it. I can feel it way inside of me now."
"Tell me more about Rico and what he heard about Lama " he pleaded.
"Well, he told me she gets a lot of calls from guys while she's in the place. Guys who arrange to meet her there and want to know how much longer before she gets through. A couple of times he's seen her picked up in cars outside the door.
"Once she told him that a big shot in the rackets out here-a name that any newsman or cop would easily recognize-had been her boyfriend for a year." She told him the guy was now screwing some big movie actress and that occasionally Lama called him to invite him to stay with her. She had a thing about being able to prove she could pull a man from another woman. Rico told me he thought Laura was a nymphomaniac."
"Really?" Tad said.
"Oh, sure, You know, Rico s a fag, and she had no qualms about telling him anything. So she often told him stories about how good each guy was in bed. Besides, she was often crocked, and half the time I don't think you could have stopped her from telling the same story to the janitor. She just had to shoot off her mouth, that's all."
"Anything more?" Tad asked. "Did Rico get any names of people she saw or used to go with?"
"Darling," she reminded him slyly, "whatever lovely thing you had inside me is beginning to feel soft How about getting up to par?"
He began to thrust his cock against her ass-hole with a steady rhythm until his penis became very hard again.
"How about these two lawyers you work for? Think they could dig up some more dope on my little stepmother? I'd pay them the going rate, of course."
"Why not?" she said, wriggling her buttocks against his stiffened cock. "They do a lot of stuff like that. I'll ask them."
"Okay," Tad said, "but I don't want you to do anything like this for them. Remember. This is just a business proposition. Get it?"
She laughed and nodded, closing her eyes, to feel the mounting ecstasy of his hot penis in her anus.
"Now this is very vital stuff, honey," he said. I'll
Think hard. Did Rico or anybody else in that beauty parlor ever mention a Dr. Forsythe from Chatsworth?"
"No, that was never mentioned. But some guys named Ben, and Morty and Hal."
"Have your lawyer bosses check on a Dr. Forsythe in Chatsworth. You'll probably learn he's in the illegal abortion racket."
"Lama's mixed up with that?" Jill said surprised.
"A lot more than that," Tad retorted, still plunging his hard cock in and out of her ass. "You should have heard what I did a little earlier."
He gave her an earful of the call to Lama he had cut in on before. Jill's body stiffened suddenly. She seemed to have forgotten she was being fucked through the ass. It was as if a chill wind had enveloped her.
"My God," she said when she finally spoke. "That call really scares me. It sounds to me like your Dad's mixed up with the Mafia or something. I don't want you to get mixed up with that crowd."
"I can take care of myself," he said slowly.
"Be careful, darling ... ooooooooh ... aaahhhh ... ohhh ... I'm going to come," she said suddenly. He let her have everything he had at that moment to increase the intensity of her orgasm. He could see her eyes close on her lovely face, intoxicated with the passion he was giving her.
"Ooooooohh ... aaaahhhhhhhhh ... eeehhh," she yelled. And then she lay still trying to catch her breath.
"There's a lot more where that came from," Tad said, grinning.
"Good ... let's do it again now. Okay?"
He smiled. "Let's put you in the shower, baby. I got other things to do. All fucking and no play makes Jack a tired lay."
She giggled. "Jack maybe. Not Jill though. Jill would love to feel that cock of Jack's all night if it could be arranged."
He pushed her into the shower, goosing her with his still stiff cock as he did so.
"Will I see you tomorrow for lunch, darling?" she asked.
"Don't think so. I have to talk to the family lawyer. He may have something to tell me, too."
Something about the tenseness on his face alerted her.
"What's up, darling."
"Nothing," he said tightly.
"That's not true. I know that look. What's eating you?" He shook his head.
"You're itching to get into a fight with Laura the minute you get home," Jill said. "Don't do it. She's not worth it."
Her words suddenly tore it out of him. His raw anger.
"The bitch, the lousy conniving little bitch. Fucking my father under her very nose ... sucking the bastard's cock while she lay in her sickbed down the hall. Licking her lousy whore's cunt while my mother was fighting to regain her strength after so many years that she slaved for him."
He hit the table hard with his fist. "I'd like to kill her. With my bare hands. But before I do that, I've got to find out what I have."
"No. Tad," she begged him. She closed her naked body against his and caressed his cock. He reacted only faintly to her stroking. There was too much anger in him now.
"I've got to find out exactly how she arranged it," he said. "Getting the job, conning my old man into having a love affair with her ... not the hardest thing to do ... after she had probably read his Dun and Bradstreet report. Her type would not move in until she knew how much he was worth.
"Then waiting with him until her regular doctor was out of the country. And calling in a fucking abortionist to ruin her entirely."
"But you're not sure," Jill said. "It's all talk at this point. Nothing's been nailed down yet. You can't just accuse her of murder like that. Maybe she and your dad have had an affair. It might still have nothing to do with your mother's final illness."
"She did it," he said vehemently. "And when I'm absolutely sure, I'll strangle her with my bare hands."
He stared at his great ham-like fists. "I just hope I can keep them off her neck till then."
"Please." she said worriedly, "don't do anything stupid. Wait at least till my bosses give you some facts to go on. Don't just accuse her. She can sue you for that. I know."
"She'll tell me what I want to know," he said. "I guarantee it. All by her little self."
"How?" Jill asked.
Tad cupped her naked ass in his hand and rubbed his fingers reverently over its surface. Then he took his forefinger and moved it gingerly in her crotch. As his fingers ground slowly against her hairy vulva and between the lips of her snatch, she moaned aloud. He continued to work his hand in her crotch.
"That's how baby," he told her. "With a nympho, the easiest way to loosen her tongue is to loosen her snatch."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That night he lay wide awake for hours in his room, planning his next moves with care. The important thing was to come up with a method of getting around Laura's suspicions. No matter how much Of a nymphomaniac she was, if she was afraid of somebody's uncovering the murder, she would be extra careful. Especially with him. He thought of a number of ways and then rejected them as being too obvious.
At last he decided on one that would simply tempt her to give in to him sexually. He would make himself so attractive that she could not resist him. The best way to do that was to wear a tight swimsuit whose contours flattered his cock. He remembered the envious looks girls had given him when he wore it on the beach near Hamburg one day. Every girl on the sands had kept staring at his cock as he approached her. One girl, in a curious involuntary gesture, had let her own hand stray over her breasts. He was sure that she was trying to imagine what it would be like to feel his stiff cock between her globes, a style of lovemaking German girls were especially fond of.
If he played his cards right and timed his entrance after she had a couple of drinks under her belt, he should get the reaction he desired.
Promptly at one-forty-five, soon after he knew Laura would have finished her three martinis before lunch with little food to follow, he strode through the pool enclosure gate. She was sitting on a chaise lounge, munching indifferently on a sandwich. Good food, bad food. It meant little to her. The drinks were what she craved. The food was simply an excuse to take them.
When she saw Tad approach in his tight trunks, she almost dropped her glass. His cock was bulged enormously and seemed ready to hit her face. He had carefully stroked it in his room to bring it up to full stature. NHe moved right up to her, taking care to position his erection within three inches of her face.
He could see her tongue move hungrily between her lips after she stared at it for a moment.
He had achieved what he wanted. She was staring at his stiff cock as if she simply did not believe a man could be so well endowed and still be human. Her eyes would move away from his balls and then veer back to them as if they were magnetized. He was reminded of a girl in Munich at a swimming pool park who happened to be reading a magazine on the wide lawn near the water as he lay asleep, his legs spread apart a couple of yards away. He had been awakened by a plane overhead and the first thing he saw when his eyes opened was the German girl staring hungrily at his bulging cock. His trunks had a gap in them because his legs were way apart, and she could see clearly his penis and balls and his bush. He could tell that the girl was fantasizing about what it would be like to feel his cock inside her snatch. At any rate, her magazine was being completely ignored. Tad could tell easily that she was not even reading it. She was simply looking over its rim at his pecker, using it as a screen to survey his hard-on, very much as he might have admired a girl's full-grown cunt if it were exhibited right in front of him.
Laura did exactly the same as he dived. Her eyes ostensibly perused a magazine. Actually they were glued to his crotch. Whenever he looked at her as he emerged from the water or walked about the pool, he could see her eyes fastened on his cock as it bulged against his suit.
"Come in. It's fine," he said invitingly. "Come on. We'll have some fun. I hate swimming alone."
She shook her head.
"Please," he said as he sat on the pool's rim, legs drawn up to the knees. He saw her eyes veer again to his bulging cock.
As he looked at her, she approached the pool shyly as if she feared it. Suddenly, as she neared him, he reached out and pulled her into the green, warm water. Then he jumped in after her. When she emerged, she giggled and tried to pull him under. She was an expert swimmer, in fact and had no fear of the pool or of him. But his little horseplay had captivated her and she wanted to play the same game with him.
For several minutes they played a kind of water tag. She would knife her arm at him, pushing him under, and then escape as fast as she could. He then raced after her and tried to push her under. The pool rang with their young laughter and high spirits. She was enjoying the game immensely. He was sure his father never played such games with her.
Suddenly the game changed. It had to or he would not get what he needed. It happened as he was ducking her head under the water. Instead of swimming away from her as he had done before and allowing her to jump out of the deep with a wild yawp, he dragged her under further. Then, positioning himself between her thighs, he edged his face against her crotch.
When they both emerged from the water a moment later, she seemed a bit flustered. He paid no attention. Instead he got behind her and pressed his cock against her wet bathing suit. Her face flushed a deep red color as she felt his rod against the space between her thighs. Her wet suit had already bunched up against the cheeks of her ass. Now his cock was pressing firmly against the same knot of clothing.
"Look," she said. "Maybe we'd better get out."
"Not yet," he said, pulling her to the shallow end of the pool where the water was about four feet. He stood her down on her feet and put his arms around her.
"You feel good," he whispered, as his hands moved gingerly over her wet globes.
"Please don't do that, Tad," she said in mock annoyance.
"Do what, dear?" His hand moved under the top of her bathing suit and fingered her wet nipple. As he touched it with his forefinger, he could feel the nipple stiffening like a sentry that had just awakened.
"Now don't tell me you don't enjoy that, dear."
"Don't do it," she barked. But her bark was not very convincing to him. He squeezed harder. She moaned as he did so. At the same time, he pressed his cock against her ass, holding her quite close to his body. He was so intensely excited himself that he had to fight against coming right then and there.
"I-I want to go, Tad," she said weakly, trying half-heartedly to pull herself away from the grip that bound her to him. "I have to make some calls."
He could see her "hard resolve begin to melt under the onslaught, and he redoubled his ardor.
"Laura ... until you felt my lovely, long cock in you, you know you just didn't know what lovemaking could be like. I'll tell you what it is. I have a kind of a little knob on the head of my cock that can drive a girl crazy in a couple of minutes. Many times in Europe airline stewardesses would miss their flights because I had my cock in them and they just couldn't let go. They'd tell me they'd be thinking about how beautiful it was halfway to Rio or Rome and they'd get weak in the knees from just remembering what it was like in bed. I'd like to show it to you again, darling. Nobody would know. Just the two of us."
"I-I've got a headache," she said, grimacing in a way that she hoped would convince him she was being truthful. "Too much sun, I guess. I'd better he down a little or I won't be able to make supper."
"Let me rub your neck and forehead. I'll make it a lot better," he said. He smiled at her.
"No, really, Tad. I'd better go upstairs or I'll be in worse shape later and John's counting on me to have a nice dinner with you both tonight."
He did not believe her for a minute. She was trembling too much; her eyes sedulously avoided his, and her cunt had made no attempt to move away from his probing finger. It was as if her voice spoke with her brain while her cunt had a life and will of its own. But he decided not to press the matter too hard here. Actually it would be better if she did go upstairs to her room. He would get her up there, away from the prying eyes of the maid who could easily tattle to his dad that he was fucking his blushing bride. Win, lose, or draw, he told himself, as she left the pool, he was going to get into her cunt within the next horn. Once he was able to fuck her, she would tell him what he had to know.
He gave her about fifteen minutes head start and then followed her to the main house. Softly, on tiptoe, he mounted the stairs to her room. He turned the knob as quietly as he could. It was locked.
The bitch. She was making sure he did not disturb her. She knew she was weak in the knees. One feel of her cunt in the privacy of her bedroom with her lying on the bed and she would crumple. Her fears of the maid would vanish. The only thing that would matter would be her immense desire to get laid by him. He had to get in there, get in and fuck her with all he had.
He racked his brains for some excuse. Suddenly he smiled as he saw something nearby and came up with the answer. He knocked on the door softly.. There was no answer and he repeated his knock.
Now he heard a stirring on the other side of the room.
"What is it?" he heard Laura ask in a voice that betrayed its anxiety. She was still hot for him and knew he wanted her.
'Telegram for you just came. Why don't I open it and read it?"
"A telegram?" she said surprised. There was a sudden skeptical change in her voice. "Slip it under the door, please."
"Uh-uh," he said mischievously.
"Please, Tad," she said. "I'm awfully tired."
"I'll read it to you then," he said. As he spoke, he reached out and picked up an old envelope from a pile of mail on the table in the hall. Seeing it had given him the idea in the first place.
"Tad, look, I don't think ... you have any tele-"
He ripped the envelope as loudly as he could, hoping the noise would pierce the door. It did. A second later the door flew open and she seized the envelope from his hand. He moved quickly into the room and shut the door behind them.
"Oh, you lying bastard," she cried, seeing the envelope. "I should have know you'd pull something like this."
He looked at her with the expression of a schoolboy caught stealing apples in a fruit market and threw up his hands. "Sorry, darling, as an old teacher used to say, a stiff cock has no conscience. I just had to see you, baby. I can't help it."
"Please go," she begged him. "Somebody'll see us together."
"No way. The door can be locked, shades drawn. You weren't so worried yesterday." He pushed her onto the bed. She fell over with a sigh, oblivious to the fact that her diaphanous silk nightgown was open. He stared at her white breasts and the dark V of her crotch, and then lowered his trunks.
He undressed slowly, letting her watch. In the beginning she eyed him coldly or looked the other way. But a nymphomaniac cannot ignore male nakedness any more than a wino can ignore the sight of a bottle of wine. The hunger shines through the feigned lack of interest. By the time he was out of his trunks, the girl was like putty. She would not talk to him or make any provocative gesture of invitation. She did not have to. By that time he simply took her hand and put it on his stiff cock, and in a second she was caressing it with her fingers as if her fingers were opting to stroke his cock without any conscious desire to do so.
He edged his cock closer to her lips as she lay back, seemingly mesmerized by the fleshy club so close.
"Don't be afraid of it," he whispered soothingly. "It just wants to get to know you, that's all. You're a beautiful girl."
"You're driving me nuts, you bastard," she said, not looking at him. "Keep away from me."
She seemed to take courage from her outburst and moved up higher on the bed away from his cock. He moved up higher to match her move and then touched her lips with the head of his cock. At the touch, Laura gasped and then breathed in deeply as if she were about to choke. Her mind reeled at the touch of his cock. She had to fight not to open her mouth and suck it. This was what her steady lovers all did to her. They knew she loved cock and they forced it on her, knowing that one touch of it, one long touch would melt all her resolves to keep her distance. It was their favorite way of eliminating her resistance during a quarrel or any other disagreement. The man would put his cock near her face or on her naked flesh and it would be as if it were burning a hole in her flesh.
It was the way John had finally got her to cut her pretended coolness short. She had wanted to hold out another week so he would be ravenous with sexual hunger and raise her allowance still further. But one night in this very house, the bastard had suddenly turned back her miniskirt and bared her thighs. He had kneeled to kiss it, and when that had happened she had felt a flutter of fear. But she could handle that. What undid her completely was when John took out his cock and rubbed it on her bare, hot thigh. It had driven her wild.
Now his son was doing the same thing and the temptation to play with the bastard's tool, to suck it, to touch it, to open her thighs and let it penetrate her vagina, was so overwhelming she could not endure it much longer.
"Let me in, darling. Open your gorgeous legs and let me in, please," Tad pleaded, smiling at her.
"What do you want to do this to me for?" she asked nervously, not drawing away farther now, helpless to move. "You must have so many other girls you can lay. Why bother with me?"
"You've certainly had a change of heart, haven't you?" Tad said. "Smell that rich, delicious odor and tell me you don't want to taste it, dear." He could sense her subjection now. Her words meant nothing. She was hooked by his cock. As hooked as a snake who weaves out of a basket to the strains of a snake-charmer's pipe. All he needed now was a few more hypnotic words. She was ready.
"Just bring your nose closer and smell my lovely, long cock, baby. And think how wonderful it'll feel in you mouth or in your pussy, or pressing up against your clitoris. It's going to set your whole body dancing. Come on now. Bring your nose a little closer to it."
As if driven by his words, Laura moved her face obediently closer to the knob of flesh. She was so susceptible to his voice and words now that anything he told her she would feel, or sense she believed implicitly. As her nose touched the pink head of Tad's cock, she inhaled an odor of flesh mixed with sweat that drove her wild. She had always been made a little drunk by the heady scent of a man's stiff cock at the moment when the man was ready to make love. Now, under the impetus of his hypnotic spiel, the odor of Tad's cock was so tremendous that she could not breathe easily. Instinctively, without thinking, she opened her lips and began to rub his cock with them, wetting it a little. Just as she was opening them even wider to swallow the head of his cock, the telephone rang shrilly in the room. She grabbed it as if it were a lifesaver.
"Hello? John?" she said eagerly, not looking at Tad's waiting cock. "Yes ... yes. I'm having lunch with Tad. Wait, I'll ask him."
She cupped her hand over the receiver and asked him if he could join her and his father for supper. In reply, he pulled himself closer to her face and forced the head of his cock deeply into it. She gagged and dropped the phone in her mixture of surprise and chagrin. For a moment she started to suck Tad's cock vigorously, forgetting completely about the telephone. Tad waited patiently. Then John's voice came over as he yelled out loud to ask what had gone wrong with the connection. Laura turned to the source of the voice with fear and dropped Tad's penis to answer it.
"I'm sorry, John ... bad connection. Yes ... I'll ask him."
Her eyes went pleadingly to Tad's to help her. He nodded with a shrug. She spoke for a few minutes longer with her husband. Tad continued to tease her face with his cock, forcing her to jumble her words over the phone and to apologize profusely to John. When it became obvious that Tad would not let up on the pressure, she finally hung up. She moved to get out of the bed, but he refused to let her. He hoisted himself over her face and lowered his cock onto her mouth.
She turned her face away from him, her passion momentarily cooled by her husband's sudden call. He pressed his testicles against her lips relentlessly, and as he knew she would, she began to lick his balls excitedly. After a moment of that, he knew that her senses were inflamed by the touch and smell of his balls. The feel of his tool in her mouth was driving her crazy. But her husband's call had seriously worried her. Did he suspect that she was playing around with his son? Was that why he had phoned just at the moment that Tad was offering her his cock?
John was insanely jealous and would kill her if he caught her in any affair with anyone, and he would be doubly enraged if the lover were his own son. If she had had more liquor, she would have succumbed completely to Tad again. Just looking at his stiff peter made her weak in the knees. She was dying to eat it, dying to feel it inside of her. But the fear of John was paramount.
"Well, baby?" Tad said suddenly. "You want to eat me or would you rather have me lay you? Either way you'll have the time of your life."
"Stay away from me, you bastard," she said, keeping her eyes away from his cock.
"You don't really mean that, baby," he said. "I know you're dying for me to stick my cock in your lovely cunt."
"Stay away from me," she hissed. "I'll tell your father."
"Tell him what?" he asked in a bland tone.
"I'll tell him you got me drunk and tried to force me to go down on you."
"You'd tell him that?" he said incredulously.
"Yes, everything. How you stripped me after lunch, how you forced me to open the bedroom door when I came up here to have a nap, and how you pressed your cock into my mouth. He'll kill you."
He laughed. "I don't think I had to force my way into anything or force you. What about yesterday and the day before? If that phone call hadn't come, you'd be sucking me off this minute. I know girls like you, baby."
"What does that mean?" she asked truculently.
"It means you dig cocksucking so much you think about it all the time, and right now while I'm talking to you, you're on fire. That snatch of yours-"
"That's not true, you bastard!" she screamed. "I hate you. I've hated everything about you ever since you came to this house ... your snobbish attitude, your goddamned arrogance-"
"Yom snatch is boiling right now because my stiff cock's a foot away from your eyes."
She turned away from him, but he pressed her down with one imperious hand and forced her to remain still. While he nailed her down with one hand, his other hand spread her legs apart. Then, brutally, he speared her cunt with his forefinger. Her pussy felt as if he had plunged his finger into a tub of hot water. It was as hot as a baker's oven. He laughed.
"Get your finger out of there," she said, yelling at him. "You're hurting me."
As he wriggled his finger in her hot snatch, she picked up the phone.
"Get it out or I'll phone John right now," she warned.
He took it out and cupped the soft mound of her pussy and the thick bush in his hand, giving it an extra squeeze to show he was not too impressed by her threat.
"Okay, we'll call it quits for now, sweetie. But only for now. Sometime soon, very soon, I'm going to revisit that lovely snatch of yours, and you're going to love it. Every minute of it."
He walked out without another glance. She stared at his naked back and buttocks, worried, her legs still slightly apart, her pussy still very hot for him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
On his way to the family attorney's office, Tad mulled over the best way to get Laura away from the house. It had to be somewhere where the maid or his father would not be able to interrupt them. John's call had worried him. His father had a penchant for getting restless, leaving the office and coming home early. If he were to pop in while Tad was playing with his wife's snatch or getting sucked off by her, it would all be over in a minute. John would go berserk, beat him to a pulp, and, in any case, Laura would clam up out of her own fear of being killed by her enraged spouse.
Dave Smith's anteroom had several people waiting for the busy lawyer when he reached it. Since Tad had come without a fixed appointment, he had to wait his turn. He picked up an old copy of Playboy and began leafing idly through the pictures. As he stared at a picture of a naked girl in the centerfold, his eyes strayed to a pair of legs across the room. They belonged to a beautiful girl in her twenties, obviously a mod type. Her face looked bored and disinterested. She was leaning back in her chair reading a tattered copy of a book on ecology, oblivious to the other occupants of the office.
She was also oblivious to the fact that she wore no panties. Tad supposed it was because it was a rather hot day. From his own seat, he could see the rich mass of jet black curls around the pink slit of her cunt. Looking at it was hard to avoid. Her legs were apart in a way that invited scrutiny. Despite himself, Tad felt his cock hardening. He couldn't help it. Looking at a girl's snatch always gave him a hard-on quickly, and this girl's pussy was so lovely it would have stood out anywhere. What made her cunt more interesting was that her thighs still had a nice residue of baby fat. She looked so appetizing that Tad almost laughed in his amusement.
A moment later the pretty secretary came to whisper in his ear that he could see Dave Smith if he walked out and entered the office through another room next door. He smiled and nodded.
Dave Smith rose with a big boyish grin when he entered the office, and offered him a drink. But Tad waved it aside.
"Thanks, Dave. I'd love it. But I want to keep my head clear while we talk about my mother and what happened. This thing's been driving me crazy ever since I came home. Give it to me straight, please."
Dave nodded. He paced the room for a minute.
"Your mother called me in a highly emotional state about two months ago. She wanted me to advise her about a sudden financial move your father wanted to make. John owed a lot of money because of heavy expansion of his company. In order to stay afloat, he needed your mother's securities in California Tfucking, Mill Furniture, and U.S. Steel as collateral to get the credit he needed."
Dave licked his lips and continued. "Nothing wrong with that except that I knew privately-I learn these things from friends-that your father was laying this girl in his office. Someone had even peeked through a keyhole and-" He shook his head.
"Please, Dave," Tad said. Tell me everything. I've got to know it all."
"Well, my confidant, never mind who, had noticed that John never left the office for lunch and yet never answered the phone. Neither did the girl. So one day after fruitless calling, he went and peeked. Well, he saw the girl stark naked on John's leather couch. John was eating her pussy, and when he finished, he laid her on the couch. My friend told me they made a habit of this, screwing in the office, door locked, answering no phones, nearly every day.
"'Well, like I said, knowing this gave me pause. But I figured that I wasn't your father's keeper and I had no reason to tell tales out of school. If John needed some nookie, that was his business, so I advised her to go ahead with the transaction. Now the strange thing is that two months after that she died. What was supposed to be a temporary transfer of title to the stocks-your mother said John would return title to the shares in six months-has become permanent."
He leaned forward. "Yom mother intended those shares for you, of comse. When I called your father about them, his new wife seized the phone and told me they'd let me know when you'd get them back and hung up. She was very cold about it and as much as told me to go to hell when I asked more questions about the estate."
"So what happens now?" Tad asked quietly.
Tom father has control of the estate. All of it. Your mother signed it over to him. Of comse, his will states that you get it when he dies. Except ... "
"Except?" Tad asked.
"Yom father is remarried. Under state community property laws, a wife gets half of any property acquired by her husband since his marriage to her. Under the terms of the will, hell get most of your mother's property after the second wedding. Somehow he persuaded your mother to leave you penniless and to trust him to make it right as soon as his business improved. Of course, when your mother signed over the estate to him, she was quite ill."
And that bitch Laura was probably busy working over his father, hypnotizing him with her lovely young snatch, Tad thought bitterly. She probably fucked him regularly and then twisted him around her little finger. It was the classic case history. An aging Romeo sniffs at a young girl's cunt and loses his head. Or was there more to it? Had she maybe drugged his mother in some way?
"Why didn't you look in on mother?" Tad said irritably. "You were good friends. You might have been able to help her."
Dave scratched his chin. "Tad, John hates my guts. He's always resented my close friendship with your mother and Miles Johnson. He felt the three of us had shut him out years ago and he even suspected your mother of having an affair with Miles."
"You're kidding."
"No. John barged into my office drunk one afternoon and said he knew that your mother had slept with him at college and later on. Your mother was quite attractive and liked to wear very sexy clothes. John accused her of wearing shorts to Miles' office so he'd notice her shape. He claimed-well, he was drunk-that many times Miles would put your mother on the couch in his office and strip her naked, send the nurse out and have sexual intercourse with her. Of course, John was insanely jealous."
"Yes," said Tad. "He once accused our insurance man of visiting her in the afternoons when we were out so he could go to bed with her. But did she give him all her securities?"
Dave nodded. "I think your father was, maybe still is, in some serious jam, and she acted under pressure. The new holding company which owns the estate includes your stepmother as an officer and also two characters who are rather strange. Tom Baxter and Carol Simpson. Baxter was involved in a racetrack swindle in Florida but he was acquitted. Tad, if I were you, I'd see a good private detective. I don't like the way this whole thing smells. Baxter has a long record of shady deals. And I checked out Carol. She was involved in some of the same deals."
"I don't need a detective," Tad said.
"You do if they're trying to cheat you out of your inheritance. Get me some evidence that something crooked is up and I can go to court. I want you to get what's coming to you. Look, I'll lay out the money for the detective. I owe it to your mother."
Tad thanked him and said he'd get the facts they needed on his own.
His mind was racing as he left the attorney's office. Tom and Carol were involved in this thing, too, from what Dave had been able to tell him. The same girl who had called Laura the other day, and Tom, the man who had been mentioned in the conversation. How did they all fit in? How deep was John in on all of this? He thought he knew his father well. But what the hell was he doing mixed with a gang of swindlers, people running abortion mills and who were tied in with hoodlums?
It was all damned strange. He was so disturbed by all he had heard that he ignored Dave's secretary. Dave liked to have his girls wear tight shorts in the office because he hated the dull aspect of lawyer's premises. Normally, Tad would have tried to date this lovely blonde receptionist, and with luck he would have laid her. She was certainly one of the most fuckable girls he had ever seen; beautiful, with long, shapely legs. But his mind was on Laura. Laura would give him the evidence he needed. But first he would have to get into her pants. He had come close to laying her earlier. He was convinced that, had he done so, she would have spilled everything he had to know.
The first thing on the agenda was to get back there. Maybe he could get her to go to a movie. John usually conked out after dinner. He could take her to a movie, stop for a drink, and lay her in the park or even in the back seat of the car. He had a strong feeling that she would be easy to crack once he got into her snatch. That was her most vulnerable spot
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
John had gone unexpectedly to San Francisco, and Tad and Laura dined alone. She was very cool with him, very formal, taking little notice of his remarks. She was even dressed more discreetly as if she feared arousing him. He tried to thaw her out with some conversation, but she would not respond.
She's afraid, he thought. To test her, he talked about a sexy X-rated film he had seen in Europe in which a beautiful girl was stripped in a taxi by a lustful cabdriver and was laid not only by him but by several men in a cafe he took her to. The girl, who felt guilty about a crime she had committed, told him she would take on all his friends. The sex scenes were very explicit, including close-ups of the girl's beautiful buttocks and breasts, and one scene in which her eyes were seen rolling with passion as a man sucked her nipples.
Laura flushed as he went into vivid, clinical details. Then she changed the subject firmly and told him the film sounded very boring. He switched the conversation to John.
"When is he coming back from San Francisco?" he asked her.
"Tomorrow," she said, "about one in the afternoon."
"Too bad," Tad said. "I wanted to get back to our chess games. We used to play a lot in the old days."
"Chess? I didn't even know he played it. We always play gin rummy. It's my favorite game."
"Oh?" he said. "I like it a lot myself. Played it all the time back in camp. What do you say we play a few hands. For a quarter of a cent a point. There's nothing good on TV."
"Gee, I don't know," she said. "I'm really very tired."
You lying bitch, he told her silently. You slept most of the afternoon. You're probably afraid I'll find a way to get my hands on that little snatch of yours. He was careful not to stare too much at her legs and breasts. He had to avoid giving her the impression that he wanted to lay her. That was what had put her on her guard. The experience earlier had scared her. She was afraid he'd whip out his cock and dangle it teasingly in front of her eyes. She didn't trust herself, especially with John away all night.
"I think I'll go to sleep early," she said smiling. "I-I promised to do some early morning shopping with a friend."
He had to head her off quickly before she had the door slammed and locked in his face. She really was on her guard.
"Please," he begged. "Just play a little while. It helps me to sleep. We can have the maid get us some drinks, and we'll play a couple of records."
"Okay, well play an hour or so," she said. She would make certain she went upstairs before the maid drove away. That way he would not follow her. It would be too obvious.
They moved to the den, which was very comfortable with its new couches and upholstered chairs. He put on several musical comedy records and made her relax. He bided his time. The drinks worked quickly on her, he could see. After the second one, she began to smile more openly, and he noticed that she sat differently. She allowed her dress to slide over her knees, and at one point her legs opened so that he could see her inner thighs. He hated the bitch, but looking at her crotch excited him nevertheless. She wore a thin, flowery-print pair of panties, and he could see the crotch-piece pressed tautly against her pussy. He could not help wondering how many men had been in her snatch, how many before she had hooked John with her perfumed pussy, and how many afterwards.
But he played it cool. He talked glibly about Europe, the theater there, the nightlife, sports, sightseeing, and he kept half the couch between them. He took care also to see that she won several games, playing just well enough to make her victories seem very hard won. By the third drink, she was flushed with excitement over the game and completely oblivious to the fact that the maid had left half an horn earlier.
He put on a lively Broadway smash musical record and excused himself politely. Once he reached his room, he took a tape recorder from his closest.
For several minutes, he fumbled with it to see if it recorded voices at various levels. He was especially concerned about whether it picked up whispers. When he was satisfied that the high fidelity microphone picked up everything, he tested it by putting it well under his bed and out of sight. It worked very well. He had tried it out at parties a few times when couples were alone and unaware they were being recorded. It had done very nicely then. Now it had to be perfect.
Moving very quietly to Laura's room with it, he shoved it under the bed. The switch was conveniently placed so that he could put his hand down between the bed and the wall and turn it on. She would know nothing. If he guessed right, by then she would not only be a little too drunk, she'd be so horny that all she'd be worried about was his cock. She would be dying to have him fuck her or go down on her. Anything to relieve her sexual desire. And he would be doing just that. Before he touched the damned switch, he would make sure his cock was deeply imbedded in her cunt and that she was oblivious to everything else.
Giving the machine a final voice level test, he left the room and returned to Laura. His stepmother, as he had hoped, had taken an extra drink while he was upstairs. It was almost all gone by the time he got there.
"Hell of a thing to do," she pouted. "I was just about to yell gin when you walked out on me."
"Sorry," he grinned. "I had a headache. But I'm okay now. Let's keep playing. I had no idea you were so good. You ought to be in the tournament at Las Vegas, no kidding."
They continued playing. After each game, he kissed her hands, affectionately at the outset, then more and more sensually. Between games, he refilled her glass. She was so excited by the game that when the phone rang an horn later, she grimaced like a disappointed child.
She picked up the instrument and spoke into it in a rather blurred voice.
"For you," she said with obvious disdain. "Girl. Now don't chicken out because I'm winning."
She leaned back against the pillows of the couch as he spoke and regarded him with an amused, drunken stare. She was oblivious to the fact that her legs were well apart and that he could stare up under her dress as he spoke into the phone. Her breath was coming faster now and she looked at him with a more relaxed expression. No fear of him was evident. As he spoke, he caressed her bare ankle with his free hand. She smiled, gratefully. He felt elated. Another drink, another game or so, and he would be able to carry her upstairs to the bedroom. Looking at the crotch of her panties, he had a wild impulse to put his head up between her thighs and kiss her pussy. It would get up a head of steam immediately. When you licked a nymphomaniac's cunt, she was your slave, as he remembered from his experience abroad. But his head cautioned him to play it cool a while longer.
The caller was Jill. Damn it, why did she have to call now?
"Come over," she said affectionately. "I'm lonely."
"I can't. I'm busy".
"With little Laura, you mean?" she asked teasingly.
"Look, I'll call you tomorrow," he said quickly, uncomfortably aware of Laura's stare.
"You're not thinking of committing a little incest," Jill said cruelly. "I've seen your stepmother up close, dear, and I can understand the temptation."
"You're all mixed up about that," Tad said.
"Am I? Then why are you speaking so strangely?" Jill asked. "You're probably sitting naked on the couch with her, you good-for-nothing horny stud, and waiting for her to get drunk enough for you to cart her up to bed."
She was so close to the truth that he had to laugh.
"I'm right?" Jill said triumphantly.
"No!" he said fiercely. "Look, I got to go now."
"Darling, just remember what the Marquis de Sade once said. 'Beware of weird pussies. They have a way of fighting back.'"
He hung up, laughing. Jill was probably pretty drunk herself. She was probably sitting there with a martini shaker feeling goddamned lonely. He felt guilty because he was not there with her. But what he was doing here was more mgent and had to be done now.
"Yom little girlfriend?" Laura asked, sipping her drink. Her voice was quite blurred now. "Am I keeping you here against your will?" she asked teasingly.
"No, she bores me. I like her, but she's just a nice ldd, that's all. I think actually I've outgrown her."
"Have you now?" Lama smiled. "And what are you up to now? More adult women?"
"Much more adult. Someone like you maybe," he said hungrily.
"My ... look at him," she said in mock horror. "He looks as if he wanted to eat me up. Wow, I've had too many drinks."
He stroked her leg gently so as not to frighten her. "I don't want to eat you up exactly. You're close, but I have other things in mind."
"Such as?" she said giggling, as she set down her drink.
"Such as?" He moved a bit closer to her. "Such as starting by kissing your lovely lips, then moving my tongue along your luscious titties until I feel your gorgeous nipples growing hard in my mouth."
"Hey, come on, fella..." she began, but her eyes were gloating with excitement as he continued.
"Then I'd like to lick your pussy and eat it as it should be eaten, with my tongue way up and exciting you. Honey, till you've felt my tongue in your pussy, you've never been eaten right. I was famous in the army for that"
"I don't think I should listen to this land of talk," she said, without conviction. Then she giggled. "You sure talk sexy, don't you? So that's what you were famous for in the U.S. Army, huh? Eating little girls?"
"And big ones," he grinned. "I've gone down on some of the top models in Germany and France. They loved it because I'm good at it."
"Maybe you ought to go back there," she joked.
"Not when I can find someone like you here," he said, as he leaned over and kissed her passionately.
Tad," she said, laughing. But she did not push him away.
"I've never met anyone as lovely as you, Lama," he whispered. "I just can't stay away. You're so exciting, so wonderful. I love the way you smell, the way you look, the way you laugh ... the way you do my thing."
He kissed her again. She took it without flinching and then shook her head.
"I knew this would happen. I knew it I shouldn't have played with you."
He took her back in his arms and stroked her pussy with his forefinger. She squirmed in his arms and spread her thighs farther apart.
"Oh, you louse," she said laughing and shaking her head, as much at her own weakness as at him. "You knew I was going to and you knew I'd give in, and I knew it. I knew I'd collapse if you touched me between my legs once and here I am opening them for you. Boy, am I crazy. Crazy and drunk."
He picked her up in his arms and as he did, he moved her crotch up to his lips. Her dress was rolled back. He held her like that and rubbed his nose into her crotch, then moved his tongue along the surface of her inner thighs just below her pussy. She moaned aloud as he wet her thighs. A second later, carrying her as if she were a baby, he took her upstairs. With the hand behind her back he grabbed the bottle.
When they reached her room, he dumped her gently on her bed and removed her dress. Then he took off her brassiere, losing each of her lovely breasts as he did. She sucked in her breath with his mouth glued over her nipples. When he got up, he could see .that she was ready for anything. Her eyes had the glow of someone in heat. A trace of caution was still there, however.
"Not a hot idea, Tad. What if John finds us here? Get madder than hell. You know that."
"He's in San Francisco, dear," he said as he removed his pants and shoes. "Besides, I'll be gone long before he arrives."
She laughed. "You better believe it. Get me another drink. I'm thirsty."
He fixed them two more drinks and then got into bed with her. Despite himself, he was very horny. His stepmother, no matter what he thought of her morals and ethics, was a very sexy-looking creature, and naked in bed beside him with her long, beautifully shaped legs and her superbly sculptured tits, she was simply irresistible. As he looked at her, she reached over and played with his cock. It had been somewhat flaccid when he got onto the bed, but as her long, manicured fingers played over his genitals, it seemed to explode into the air like a billiard cue in a three-D movie. She laughed as she saw what happened to him.
"My ... peter is way up there, isn't he? Would peter like a little kiss?"
"More than a little," he answered.-m
She lowered her head and began to tease the outside of his cock. He moved his back against the pillows and watched her with a new interest. Now that she had accepted the idea of having sex with him, she was very methodical about it. Her mouth was sucking him very competently. He noticed that after the initial pecking at the head and side of his cock, she swallowed an incredible portion of it
Many girls had done it with distaste. Or they merely put the head inside and very little of the shaft. But Laura took as much as she could hold. It gave her so much pleasure that Tad had to smile. She sucked his penis with the same gusto that a hungry man attacked a steak.
He took it for several minutes. Then, just as he was about to come, he pulled out of her mouth with alacrity.
"Hey," she said in a plaintive tone, "what gives?"
"I want to play," he said in a boyish voice. "Don't like to get it over too soon. It's fun if you prolong the thing. Turn over."
She arched her brows at him. "Oho ... you're one of those, are you."
"Yep."
"Well, be careful. I don't mind a little ass loving once in a while, but I'm kind of small down there. You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said quickly. "I'll be very, very gentle."
When her round, white buttocks faced him, he lifted them up so they would be easier to get to. Then, playing with her breasts, he asked her playfully if she were afraid of what he was about to do. He was anxious to avoid getting her angry.
"Better tell me first," she said.
"Well, I want to put my cock way up into your ass. But I won't do it if you're nervous. You sound nervous and I don't want to even try, really, unless you're sure. My pecker's land of big, as you know."'
For a long moment she was silent as she remained on her knees, her buttocks waiting to be penetrated a few inches from his stiff penis.
"Have you ever had it in the ass, baby, really, or were you just faking it a little a minute ago when you said you didn't mind a little ass loving?"
"Oh, I've had it. Lots of times. And I enjoy it. If a man knows what he's doing."
"I know what I'm doing," he said cheerfully. "I'm an ass man from way back. I had my first girl that way. When I was seventeen. I was in the park with a girl in my class and she wouldn't let me put it into her cunt. But she agreed to let me rub it against her ass. Well, I got so excited, I pulled down her panties and stuck it into her ass-hole. She nearly jumped a mile when I put it in but she loved it anyhow. No, I'm an ass specialist from way, way back," he grinned.
"Way, way behind, you mean," she said, laughing. He joined in her laughter. This was good, he thought. She was in a relaxed, friendly mood. He had to keep her that way so she would talk freely about her role in his mother's illness.
"Ever hear about the milkman who was late delivering on the third floor?" he asked mischievously, as he patted her ass affectionately and fingered her bushy crotch.
"No, why was he late on the third floor?" she asked.
"Because he got a little behind on the second."
She exploded with laughter, convulsed by the joke. He made a mental note to save it for his next attempt at a back door lay.
"Tell you what really gets me in the mood," he said suddenly. "How about us doing some ass-hole sixty-nining first?"
"Asshole sixty-nining?" she repeated surprised. "I've never done that. Oh, I've had the usual thing where I eat the guy while she licks my crotch ... . "
"She?" he said quickly. He laughed, and after a moment, she laughed, too.
"Okay, okay ... so I've done it with a girlfriend. But I'm not queer. It was just that this girl came to see me with a hard luck story about losing her job, and we naturally had some drinks and we started kissing. She turned out to be a little queer herself-something I had never known, though I suspected. Anyway she started licking my pussy ... just put her head between my legs and I just went out of my mind. We were on the floor and suddenly I was licking her pussy as she licked mine. I did it with her a few times more, but I don't go in for girls as a usual thing. Anyway, I never tried ass-hole sixty-nining with anybody. But I'm game if you are."
'Tine," he said. "Lift your ass a little higher so I can get my face into it easier." She did so. Then, taking a fat pillow from the head of the bed, he positioned it under her hips.
"Hey, I feel like I'm about to go over a mountain or something," she laughed.
"Don't worry. I'm going to keep you on the mountain with my mouth, baby. I won't let you fall."
He told her to spread her legs as if she were about to undergo a gynecologist's examination and then moved his head so he could attack her cunt with it.
Slowly he began to h'ck her pussy, just to get her warmed up. He felt her tremble with the excitement it caused in her.
"Do it to me at the same time, honey. I love it, too." his voice was very persuasive, but he made no attempt to sound as if he were ordering her to do it.
Almost reluctantly, it seemed to him, she began to lick the side of his cock. Then she put the head in her mouth for a moment and laved it. He thought she would never get around to the ass-hole when suddenly, dropping her lips from his stiff penis, she took a deep breath and spread his buttocks as wide as she could.
"That's it, that's it," he said encouragingly. She stopped a second to catch her breath. The taste of his cock was so strong in her mouth that it was affecting her as catnip affects a cat
Suddenly the phone rang.
"If it's anyone for me," he said irritably, "tell her I've gone to sleep." It would be just like Jill to call him again just at the wrong moment. But he was wrong. It was his father.
"No, John, dear," she was saying quickly, and with a note of impatience that Tad regretted. "I'm all right. It's silly for you to take an early plane. No, I'm not all that lonely. Take all the time you need up there."
She made a sign to Tad of a gossipy, over-talkative man on the phone. Closing her hand on the receiver, she said aloud, "Yacketa yacketa. Your old man sure loves to talk."
"No," she said peremptorily into the phone. "I do not want to join you up there. I'm too tired to go up there. I-I hurt my back a little in diving. I'll go up there next time, dear. And I mean it, don't hurry back on my account Take care of all the business you have to up there."
The old goat," she told Tad, laughing as she hung up. "Fifty-seven years old and he's friskier than a kid of twenty. You should have heard him on the phone. All he has on his mind is sex. If I didn't stop, he'd be in bed with me all day."
Looking at the girl's gorgeous round tits and her wet, dark cunt with its pink lips, Tad could not blame his father. Even though he had no emotional interest in the girl, his cock got stiff just eyeing her nakedness. He had never seen any female that got him so aroused. It was not merely that she was lovely in every department. The strange combination of bushy cunt and satin-smooth skin were the kind of mixture that inflamed a man's sexual appetite. All he could think of while he was with this delicious cunt was how to get into her snatch or her ass.
"You know something," she said into his ear. "I wish I had met you first. God, what a fantastic pair we'd have made, you and I." As she spoke, his hand moved down to turn on the tape recorder.
"I know. I was thinking the same thing," he lied. "I was jealous the first day I got here. But what the hell, he is my father. If he weren't, I'd have proposed on the spot."
She looked at him oddly. "You mean that?"
"Sure," he grinned. "Man, you really threw me."
"You'd really marry me if he weren't you dad?"
He nodded. Anything to get the bitch in the right mood. Let her think he was mad about her. She would loosen her tongue that much faster.
"Well, he isn't your father," she said, watching him.
"What?" he asked, smiling.
"He isn't your father," she said simply. He grabbed her arm. "Then who is?" She shook her head. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"Please," he begged. When she continued to hesitate, he began to lick her breasts, running his tongue over her nipples and then moving toward her crotch. He sucked her cunt vigorously for a moment as she groaned, then stopped as she was peaking in her excitement.
"Oh, please ... please don't stop ... oh, don't please. You got to keep giving me head. I'm way up there ... please ... please."
"Tell me who it is," Tad said, "and I'll keep doing it. You've got to. It's important to me."
"Don't ever tell him I told you. He had a fight with your mother once and she told him you were really Johnson's son. She didn't marry Johnson because he couldn't stay on in medical school unless he were single. That was the only reason."
"No wonder he hated her. That must have made John furious," Tad said, rubbing her ear. "So he got you to help him get rid of her, right?"
"No," she said drunkenly. "I didn't do anything."
Her reaction convinced him she was lying, she was answering out of fear. He tried to reassure her.
"Look, I don't care. My mother and I weren't too close. She hated my guts and that's why I left to join the Army. But if that money's mine, I want it. I want to go back overseas and take you with me. You'd love it there."
"Where?" she said boozily.
"Everywhere. Paris, Rome, London. Later, Mexico and Rio. With my mother's money, we'd be very well off. Then when I get back, I want to get into movie work. I did a lot of directing of training films in the Army and I can invest in an independent film company. Make some features."
"My God, that sounds exciting," she said, her alcohol-drenched senses inflamed by the picture of the future he was drawing. "I've done some extra work here, and I could maybe take some acting lessons. You think I could?" She was plaintive in her desire to be part of his golden fantasy.
"I'd get you the best teacher in Hollywood, honey," he said, "but that's if I get my share of the estate. You've got to help me protect that by showing how John cheated me."
She shook her head in a new twinge of fear.
"I love you, baby. We could be together. Always. Just tell me the truth, darling. I'll protect you. You don't want to stay with him. He's just a jealous old bastard who'll make life miserable for you. You're probably getting tired of him already."
"Yes," she admitted.
"We could be married in a few weeks. You'd come to Mexico with me and get your divorce, and we could be married there and then fly to Paris. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Oh, God, yes ... yes."
'Then tell me the whole story, dear."
He kissed her pussy slowly and raised his head, playing with her breasts as he spoke gently, putting the words in her ear.
"He hired you as his secretary and then told you what you had to do, right?"
"Not at first We had an affair. He told me he hated his wife. I could see he was in love with me and I knew he was rich. So I told Carol and Tom about it and they figured it out that I could get John to divorce your mother and then settle a lot of money on me. John was willing to do it. He was crazy in love with me. Sick with it, and he would have crawled if I asked him to. He agreed to flaunt the affair right in your mother's face, to drive her to a divorce lawyer. But she must have guessed that was what we had in mind, and she refused.
"Then Tom came up with another idea. He made me threaten to leave John unless we could be legally married in six months. To make him worried, I started going out with other guys, young guys, and it drove John out of his head. You know how jealous he gets. Finally he started fighting with your mother to force her to file for divorce. But she refused. She wanted to wait till you got home before deciding on a divorce."
"What happened then?" Tad asked. He continued to caress her snatch so that the girl would not stop. Still moaning with pleasure, Lama went on.
"Tom thought of the idea of getting John to give me holdings in a new company built up with your mother's securities. John didn't like the idea at first But I convinced him that it was the only way. I said
I was worried he would toss me over for another girl, later, that I was passing up other good offers and I needed to be sure he wouldn't desert me. He bought it and pressured your mother into transferring her shares to him. He tried to convince her he would go bankrupt without her help."
Laura opened her legs wide and offered her cunt to Tad.
"Oh, let's not talk about this anymore, dear. It's so unpleasant. Play with my pussy, darling. I love it when you touch me there or put your tongue in it. Give me some more head, sweetie."
Tad kissed her cunt quickly and flipped his tongue in and out.
"Later, baby, later," he said. "Tell me the story. We're talking about the facts that may make our marriage possible very soon. Remember?"
She nodded and resumed her confession with a sigh. Tom Baxters' plan was to have Laura control the new holding company capitalized with Tad's mother's shares and some cash. John insisted only that Laura could not sell the holdings unless he added his own signature. Still Marion Marshall had dawdled and dragged her feet. Then Tom made Laura force the issue with John.
"He found out that the shares would probably drop in value unless we could sell them fast. He made me threaten to leave John unless he in turn threatened Marion with a scandal about you. He told your mother he'd blab publicly that you were a bastard born of a cheap affair with Dr. Johnson. Marion finally signed over the shares.
"But Marion got very hostile and muttered a lot about taking legal action if the shares were not returned in a few months because they really belonged to you, Tad."
"So they decided to murder her," Tad said sadly.
Lama nodded. "Tom brought in Dr. Forsythe, the abortionist, who owed Tom over nine thousand dollars in gambling debts. When Forsythe was threatened with a visit by Tom's bill collectors, a couple of hoods, he agreed to act as Marion's doctor and feed her a drug that slowly corroded her liver.
"No more tonight, darling," she said. "Gimme another drink and let's do another sixty-nine. I want to suck you while you eat me." She moved her body so that her cunt was pressed against his face, and his cock could enter her mouth. He begged her to continue for just a few more minutes.
Lama looked like a child who has been refused candy, but she continued her story nevertheless. It had taken a little work to get John's cooperation in the murder plan. But he was too lovesick to hold out long, and he and Marion had been bitter with one another for a long time. They waited till Dr. Johnson left for a holiday so he wouldn't probe into Marion's mysterious illness. Then one night, at Dr. Forsythe's request, she started putting some pills into Marion's coffee and soup.
"I hated it," Lama told Tad. "I really had nothing against your mother. But they were pressuring me night and day, and I was afraid of Tom and Carol. They threatened to loll me when I said I wanted out. I had to go through with it. The first time I gave her the poison pills, I felt miserable, but afterwards I tried not to think about it."
He listened with mounting disgust. He wanted to strangle her, but he had to listen, to get it down on the tape. What made it even worse was that she continued to stop and insist that he make love to her. She needed the assurance that he still loved her and wanted her. At intervals, therefore, he had to lower his mouth and suck her cunt to get her peaked and eager again.
"Finish the story, Laura," he pleaded.
She looked at him slyly. "No. Laura's already talked too much. Make love to me. Maybe after we make love."
"But I need those facts, dear. I explained that to you."
"After we make love," she said petulantly. He saw that in her current state, he'd better not argue with her. Once she sobered up, she'd clam up completely or, worse, she'd fall into a stupor-filled sleep. He had to keep her awake and excited.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Controlling his disgust at her, Tad put on the best act of his life. He got up and fixed her another drink and shared a couple of cigarettes with her.
"Okay, baby," he said with his best smile. "I'm all yours. What would you like to do in the sex department?"
She grinned at him in a coy manner. "Well, I know a girl's supposed to be shy about asking, but I kind of get excited by what you were doing to my little behind."
His eyes widened. "You mean you want me to put it into your ass-hole? You and I don't have to be shy. Just tell me what you want and we'll do it."
He thought suddenly of the tape recorder and shut it off. There was still a lot of sexy dialogue on it, and he had to get rid of that later. But that wouldn't be hard to erase. The important thing now was to avoid wasting any more tape, and dialogue about fucking this little murderess in the ass wasn't exactly what he wanted to go to the district attorney with.
"I'd better put some Vaseline on your ass," he said There was no point in hurting her just when he wanted her to talk. He got up and went into the bathroom for some Vaseline. Then he rubbed it meticulously between her buttocks and on the edges of her anus.
"I love the way your finger feels there" she told him. "Better rub some on your cock, too. Makes it easier to get in."
"Lift your ass higher so I can get in right."
She obeyed, running her fingers lovingly over his cock and balls. For a moment he rubbed his stiff penis against her buttocks; then, spreading her cheeks, he eased himself forward.
"I can't wait to feel your prick in there," she whispered. "Don't keep me waiting."
She bit her lips to hold back a gasp as the tip of his cock touched her ass-hole and then forced its way inside. Suddenly she felt him tense up and rear back, almost as if he were planning to pull out. She held her breath. A second later, she felt him shove his cock way into her anal cavity. The sudden push made her cry out loud and brought tears to her eyes.
"Hang on," he cried. "Here we go!"
She spread her arms, placing the palms of her hands flat on the bed to help her keep her balance. At first his hands gripped her waist. Then, after a moment, he hunched closer to her and reached over to fondle her breasts, rubbing the nipples already stiff and swollen with passion.
At the height of her excitement, he pulled out his penis and turned her around. Then, letting her wrap her legs around his hips, he began to pump vigorously into her cunt. The turnabout took her by surprise. She gasped for breath as he made her do a flip-flop on the bed. But she was ready for him a second later and spread her robust thighs wide to give him easier access to her pussy.
He did not want to give her an orgasm. But he figured it would help her talk if he did. He shut his eyes and pretended he was laying Jill. Once he did that it was easier. He was able to put his heart into it, and he continued to plunge in and out of Lama's slit until her groans filled the room. When it was over, she lay there staring at him with worshipful eyes.
"I've never had that land of lovemaking from a man in my whole life," she said to him.
"Tell me the rest, dear. Don't hide anything," he said, cupping her breast affectionately. "I'll get my money back and we can be doing this regularly five thousand miles from here."
She nodded. As she started to speak, he turned the tape recorder back on. She filled in the details quickly. For several weeks, she had poisoned Marion with the pills from Forsythe. Then, on the abortionist's orders she had increased the dose and forced Marion to walk around the pool with her about twenty times. "I said it was the doctor's orders to improve her circulation. The next day she got very bad, and a few days later she died."
Feeling nauseous from what he had heard, he turned off the machine and pushed it to the other side of the bed. He got up, turned off the light and pulled out the machine. He had to get it back to his room, away from her.
As he neared the door, he felt her naked breasts against his back. She was grinding her bush against his buttocks and digging the stiff, hot points of her nipples against his flesh. Any other woman at any other time would have gotten him so hot doing that, that his cock would have jumped up. He would have turned around and plunged it into her ass or cunt, whichever came first to hand.
But he was angry at this girl; so full of rage that her touch now felt like the touch of a rattlesnake. He did not turn.
"Come on, baby. Back to bed. I'll go down on your lovely cock and well do it again ... okay?"
In a towering rage, he pushed her away and opened the door. She grabbed at his cock and touched the machine in his hand.
"What's that?" she said in a blurred voice. "Hey, come on back to bed, baby."
He pushed her away sharply and heard her cry out in pain as she struck the wall.
"Come on, what is that?" she asked again. He struggled with her for possession of the machine, and they toppled across the bed. It was the last straw. All his control vanished, and he began to hit her with his fists in a mad, savage desire to kill her. As his temples throbbed, he continued to strike at her. He could hear her screams in his ears, but they made no difference. He wanted to kill her. He had to kill her. Then suddenly, his consciousness snapped and everything blacked out. When he awoke, he could not for a moment remember where he was.
Then staring at the floor, he saw the girl's naked body and his eyes boggled.
She was dead. A small bullet hole marred the white beauty of her breasts. There was hardly any blood. It was almost as if her killer had thoughtfully cleaned the wound after slaying her. His eyes widened. He must have killed her himself with his Italian Beretta, in a drunken rage after she had told him the story. He had to get away quickly.
He opened the door slowly and moved toward his room. As he passed his father's study, he heard the phone ring. He entered the room and picked up the instrument.
"John?" a man said. "Dr. Forsythe here. Somebody called me yesterday and told me Laura had referred him. I talked to her an horn ago and she said she never gave him my number. Better check him out. He may be a detective investigating us."
Tad felt elated. If Forsythe had talked to Lama an hour ago, he himself had not killed her. He must have been sleeping it off in a stupor as he always did when he drank too much. He sighed with relief. For a moment, he had been sure he had shot her.
The man hung up quickly. Tad went back to Laura's room and looked at her body. She looked very beautiful. Her breasts still looked as if they were ready for a lover's touch, and her superb white thighs were spread apart, showing her pussy ready for the act of love. Only the neat bullet hole indicated that anything was amiss.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Then Tad noticed that the tape recorder had been moved several feet. Then he saw his father's cigar band in the ashtray. Racing to open the machine, he played back the tape to where he had recorded Laura's story of the murder.
There was nothing. The tape had been completely erased. John must have stumbled on him and Laura as they lay together naked on her bed. The sight of his beautiful bride lying there, legs spread open for the act of sex, must have made him flip. He had probably gotten the Beretta and discovered the tape machine. After lolling Laura he had cleaned the tape.
Tad knew why. Without the taped confession, Tad would have to face a murder charge of killing Laura. His father had probably cleaned his own prints off the gun and would see that the police found the murder weapon. He had to get as far from the house as possible. He was certain that John would send the police looking for him there.
There was no time to lose. In half an hour or even less cops might barge in or road blocks might be set up to intercept him. He had to hide out till he could pin Laura's murder on her husband where it belonged.
Poor Lama. Now that it was all over, he felt sorry for her. She was probably a born victim. He had met a lot of girls like her: beautiful women with gorgeous tits and an ass that acted on men like a red flag on a bull. He had got a hard-on himself for her the first day he saw her. And despite his anger at her, he had enjoyed screwing her. She had a great body and in bed she had performed like a trouper. That was her trouble, he thought. Men had screwed her all her life, literally and figuratively. She had served both as a sex object and a useful if somewhat naive tool.
It was early morning. Driving quickly away from the house, he zigzagged through the residential district till he reached a drugstore and called Dr. Johnson. His nurse said he would be out all day on calls. He groaned.
"What's the matter, Tad?" she said, worried. "Are you in some trouble?"
"Yes. Someone's trying to pin a murder rap on me. It's crazy, Mary. But I've got to stay out of sight for a while till I can prove I'm innocent. I thought I'd use Dr. Johnson's place."
"Use mine," she said quickly.
"Yours?" he said, surprised.
She gave him the address and told him the key was under the doormat. "I'll be home a little past five."
"Mary, I don't know how to thank you."
"Get going. I've got a patient waiting," she answered. You might make a pitcher of martinis for us. All the bottles are in the cabinet over the refrigerator. Bye."
The drive to Mary's place left him tense, but to his relief no one stopped him. She lived on a little hilltop street high above Sunset Strip. Once he arrived, he felt much more at ease. The apartment had a wonderful frilly, feminine look. It made him feel as if he had blundered into a harem. Though she was very neat at the office, she was very lackadaisical at home. Books were strewn all over tables and couches, records were on the floor, and, most amusing to him, her brassiere and panties were on the couch in the living room. He grinned and pressed his nose to her pink, silky panties. He could smell a rich, sexy melange of odors: the scent of some heavy perfume, and her natural skin odor. At the crotch, the heavy perfume and the scent of her pussy was so pungent it almost gave him an erection as he sniffed it.
The next several days were the easiest he had ever spent. Mary enjoyed having him as a guest, fussing over him and cooking. He could have made love to her, too, he was convinced. She made no effort to disguise her interest in him, and she did not lock her bedroom door. But though he was tempted, he left her alone. He had too much to worry about with the police on his tail, and he was afraid of involving her too deeply in his affairs. Finally, the fear that the cops might discover his hiding place made him decide after lying low a few days, that he'd better move to Jill's apartment.
By then the papers had already carried the story that the police were looking for him out of the state. A police lieutenant investigating the case said he had been seen in Dallas and Houston and that Texas police had been warned.
It was time, he decided with a sigh as his cock twitched, that he get close to Jill fast. As long as the cops were looking for him in Texas, he might as well find his place with Jill again. And his favorite place was that lovely slit between her gorgeous thighs.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jill did not realize what bothered her about the activity in the apartment across the street until she recalled that the tenant was visiting her daughter in Arizona. The only men she saw chain-smoking in the window definitely looked like cops, and they were obviously on a stakeout.
They were watching her place all the time. Jill liked to pad around the house in her underwear during the hot months. But the constant male stares worried her. Last night she had been sitting in her panties and bra in her favorite chair, reading. Suddenly as she looked across the way she saw one of the men eyeing her and grinning broadly.
When they finally came to see her, they accused her of lying about Tad's whereabouts and left only when she threatened to call the fuzz. The one who called himself Stetson was especially noxious. His bulging eyes had constandy moved over to her breasts or her legs as he talked. Sitting opposite him, she saw him glue his eyes to the opening between her legs, and for a moment she had a panicky feeling that she had left her panties off and that he could see her bush. Thinking about it now, she felt a need to shower. Minutes later she was bracing herself against a Niagara of water, and she barely heard the doorbell, When she finally answered it, she was startled to see Tad in the doorway. She let him in quickly.
"Tad! I've been so worried. Why didn't you phone?"
"Couldn't, dear. Figured you'd be tapped."
He kissed her wet lips and plunged his hand under her robe to give her moist pussy an affectionate rub.
'Tad," she said slowly, "you didn't ... ? "
"No. I didn't. My father did. But unless I prove he came back early from Frisco and did it after he heard her confession, I'm cooked." He told her about the taping with Laura and John's erasing of it. Without the tape, he was helpless.
"Wait," Jill said suddenly. "Supposing John thought he had muffed the erasing job. I know several times when I thought I did it, I missed."
"I don't know if he'd buy that. He might have played it back to be sure. But I could have made another reel and packed that away. They only hold thirty minutes, so I could have left the last one on and hidden one or two earlier ones. Sure, I used the only empty tape I had left, then finished her monologue on the one he listened to with all the prerecorded rock music."
He moved his fingers under her robe and played with her snatch as they sat on the couch. She sighed with pleasure, and opening his fly, caressed his cock, which had already begun to get stiff.
"Think John'll buy that?" she asked.
Pausing to lass her pussy till her eyes rolled in her head and her breathing came faster, he grinned. "Hell be so jittery he won't be able to sleep. Hell be after me and I'll get the truth out of him." He frowned. "Yeah, but I'll need a witness."
"Me," she said. He shook his head. "Please, darling. I'm your girl. Let me help you."
He nodded slowly. "Okay, but only because there's no time to get anyone else. I don't like you mixed up in this. He may be armed and trigger happy."
Suddenly they heard footsteps outside the door, and she pushed him into her bedroom. "Hurry, it might be the police, Tad."
The doorbell rang and she answered it with strong misgivings. John Marshall looked in through the doorway and glowered at her.
'Look, I want you to tell me where Tad is," he shouted angrily. "I know you know. Now talk. The man's an escaped murderer. Unless you tell me now, I'm going to the police. They'll charge you with being an accessory to the crime. I just thought I'd give you another chance."
Opening the door a crack, Tad heard her tell John she would talk only to police. "Get out of my house please, Mr. Marshall," she said angrily.
As she spoke, her robe flew open, revealing her nakedness. John stared at her beautiful melon-shaped breasts still glistening with droplets of water and the thick, black bush that framed her cunt. Embarrassed, she tightened her robe around her.
"I'll give you whatever you ask," John said, taking out his checkbook. "Tell me where he is and you can name your price."
"Don't waste your money, Dad, and don't turn or I'll put a bullet through you. Frisk him, Jill!"
"Tad!" John said incredulously, as Jill took his gun. She gave it to Tad, who ordered John to turn.
"Why are you so eager to find me, Dad?" Tad said slowly. He was annoyed at himself that despite his new knowledge that he was another man's son, he persisted in calling John his father.
"Because-" John began.
"Because you're frantic I might give the cops a lovely confession about how you murdered your wife," Tad said.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"About the empty tape you didn't find that preceded the half-used one with the music you did listen to. Laura talked a flood when she was drunk. I clocked nearly two hours on tape, and some of the best details were on the first tape."
"You're lying," John said hoarsely. "You're making it up.
"Am I? Let's go find it I'll let you listen to it for ten minutes and then well both take it to the police. Okay?"
Tad saw Marshall wrestle with his fear. He prodded the older man with the gun. "Let's move. The cops are looking for me."
"Wait, Tad," John said pleadingly. "Let's talk about this. I'll give all the stocks your mother gave me and all the cash you want if you give me the tape. Anything you want."
Tad laughed and pushed the gun against his back.
'Tad, I'm your father," John said, as he was shoved toward the door.
"No, you're not," Tad said. "You're a dirty old man who-likes to suck girls off in his office and perform sixty-nine with your whore of a secretary while your wife's sick in the same house. You were ready to kill just so you could be free to lay your little chum, weren't you?"
The doorbell rang shrilly and Tad stopped.
"That's Stetson," John said quickly, "my detective. He knows I'm here. He'll be worried about me."
Tad thought quickly. John had not said anything incriminating that Jill could repeat. He had to stall for more time.
"I've got to have more time, Jill," he whispered to her. "Stall him, but do it so he doesn't get suspicious. I can't afford to be interrupted now. My life may depend on it."
He pushed John into the bedroom. "One move, one cry, and you'll get it through the head."
To be on the safe side, he bound and gagged John just in case he tried to alert Stetson. He heard Jill open the door.
"Hi," Stetson asked smiling. "I'd like to see John Marshall."
"He left. He said he had to go to his office about something and would be back in an hour and a half. If you'll excuse me ... "
"Mind if I look around?" the big, burly detective asked warily.
"Look, I've just taken a shower and I've got to dress."
His eyes widened as he looked at the loosened bathrobe. He could see the rounded tops of her breasts. Jill colored and was about to tighten the robe when she remembered what Tad had said about warding off his suspicions. She allowed the robe to loosen further so he could see more of her breasts.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't mean to be rude. I'm just tired. Wish I could help you."
"Oh, I understand," Stetson said. "It must be tough being hounded by cops and reporters."
"Yes. If you'll just excuse me, Mister ... "
"Stetson. Look, you seem really peaked. Why don't we sit down and have a drink? I can use one, and I think you could, too. That way I can wait for John here instead of having to come back. It's a long trip for me to make twice."
"No, really, I don't think I could ... "
"He told me to meet him here. It's important," Stetson said.
"Okay," Jill said reluctantly. As she moved toward the kitchen, her robe fell open and he could see her breasts and pussy clearly. His eyes lit up with excitement as she pulled it closer to her.
She fixed the drinks worriedly and brought them back to the living room. He was seated on the couch and motioned her to sit beside him. He downed the drink quickly and fixed himself another from the bottle on the tray.
"Know something?" he said, eyeing her greedily. "You've got a lovely face and shape. I know some big people in the modeling game. Would you be interested in that? Pays big."
"Of course," she smiled. 'Td like that."
He laughed, and putting his arm around her, kissed her on the mouth. His lips, wet and slobbery, smelled of bourbon.
"What's the matter?" he said in a hurt tone as she withdrew from his arms. T thought you liked me."
"I do," she said quickly. "I-I'm just a little tired. I was just about to he down."
It was the last thing she should have said, she realized, as she saw him leer. He pulled her close and squeezed her breasts with his hand. "Just what I was thinking."
"No, please, Mr. Stetson," she said. "I don't want that"
"Sure you do, honey," he said, putting his hand between her legs. "Just let me massage you a little. It'll refresh you no end." He put his finger boldly into her cunt and wiggled it
"No!" she said, annoyed, slapping at his hand. "Don't do that. Please go, Mr. Stetson."
He glowered at her. "You're certainly a funny girl. Aren't you going to even let me finish my drink?"
"You've had a drink," she said tightly, "and I am b'red."
He looked at her curiously. Something in her tense manner bothered him. She had changed too completely to suit him in just a couple of moments.
"You know something, honey. I think you are trying to get rid of me." He got up and started looking around the room. Afraid that he would check the bedroom, she tugged at his arm.
"Look, you got me wrong. I-I don't want you to leave. If I sounded testy, it's because I've-well, I've been nervous about this case. Actually I'm glad you're here. I've been alone too much."
He smiled and sitting down, put his arm around her shoulder. "I understand. How about another drink? That'll make you feel better. I'll just stay a few minutes and then let you nap."
She agreed. Anything to stall for time. A moment after he gave her the drink, he opened her robe and began to caress her breast. She curbed an impulse to push his hand away. He had promised to leave soon. Somehow she would put up with his mauling, even though his lovemaking made her very tense. A second later, he lowered his lips to her breasts and began to suck them hungrily.
She moved as far-back as she could against the couch to get her breasts away from him, but he followed her greedily. Meanwhile his fingers began to caress her inner thighs. She braced herself as his fingers dug into her cunt hairs.
"Let me take your panties off," he whispered. "It's much easier that way." He pulled them off quickly and then spread her thighs wide open. Staring at her cunt he laughed out loud.
"I've never seen such a wet, slippery pussy in my life. You must have been ready for a guy, right, honey? But I'll tell you, you're beautiful down there. Good enough to eat. In fact," he laughed. "I'm going to eat some of it right now."
He lowered his mouth to her crotch, and using the tip of his tongue, began to tease her slit. She held her breath as his tongue continued to move around her pussy. Then he began to lick the moisture from her cunt
"You taste good, honey," he said exultantly. "Just like good clam chowder. Open wider."
Jill's eyes closed to shut out the sight of the man running his tongue over her pussy. At the same time, despite herself, she was getting excited. The man, as loathsome as he was, was still a man. When his moist tongue continued to lave her cunt, she jerked away from it, but as Stetson proceeded to eat her pussy, she was helpless to stop her own reaction.
It was stupid, insane even, but she was actually enjoying the idiot's cunt-lapping. One half of her brain was preoccupied with Tad and John in the bedroom, wondering what was happening there. The other half was slowly giving in to a feeling of ecstatic pleasure as the man between her thighs continued to suck her cunt. Suddenly Jill could not hold back any longer. Whether Tad was watching or not, a girl simply could not pretend nothing was going on inside of her as a man put his tongue way up her slit. As the tongue proceeded to probe the area of her clitoris, she widened her legs even more and began slowly to rotate her supple hips, moving her wet pussy smoothly, gently against Stetson's mouth.
"Aaaahhhh," Stetson said suddenly. "I wish I hadn't wasted any time with those drinks. You are fantastic, baby ... fantastic."
She glued her cunt to his mouth now, taking the full thrusts of his busy tongue. To support her crotch against his mouth better, she supported her weight on her elbows. It didn't matter who or what was watching from the other room now. The only thing that mattered was the orgasm that she expected to come at any moment. She braced herself for it, eyes closed, expecting it to explode inside her, when suddenly she felt his mouth pull away from her. Her eyes boggled as she saw why he had withdrawn. He had unzipped-his fly and was pulling out his prick. It was without question the largest cock she had ever seen. A long, knobby beast that stuck out an enormous distance from his black bush.
"Eat it for me, baby. I'm going out of my mind. Suck it a minute and then I'll put it inside you."
His words horrified her. But she had to do something. Obviously the best thing would be to go down on him till he came, and satisfy him that way. It would be quick and he would leave, giving Tad more time to deal with John.
Obediently, she raised her head to meet his cock and swallowed its head. He smiled gratefully as she nursed his pecker with her tongue, getting it more and more excited. She sucked it slowly and steadily, as he moaned with pleasme.
"My balls," he whispered. "Get my balls too. I love it when a girl licks them."
She grimaced, but lowered her tongue to the testicles below his pecker. He groaned out loud as he felt the action of her tongue, and she was so sure he was about to come that she redoubled her ardor. Now she began to zip her tongue over his cock twice as fast as before and moved her hand up to play with his balls.
"Oh, baby, that's terrific," he cried. "Don't stop, don't stop!" His groans continued so loudly that she was sure he was about to climax. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the spurt of semen that would jet into her mouth. She was expecting to taste its saltiness when suddenly she was startled again by his withdrawal. Without warning, he pulled his cock from her mouth. A moment later, he turned her around on the couch and pulled up her skirt
"What are you doing?" she cried.
Without saying anything, he mounted her backside and plunged his cock between her cheeks. , "No ... Oh, God ... no, not that," she begged. "Please."
"You'll love it," he told her. "Just lie still. I've been dying to get into your ass ever since I walked in here."
As she felt his hard cock stab at her tiny anus, she became terrified. She remembered how huge his cock was. He would tear her tissues apart if he forced his way in, and that's what he was about to do. She could hear him panting for breath as he drove his cock harder and harder against her ass.
As his cock began to grind against her ass-hole like a relentless diamond drill moving into hard earth, she screamed for help.
"Help, help," she yelled. "He's lolling me."
As her screams filled the room, the bedroom door flew open and Tad rushed out, gun in hand. He slammed the butt of the weapon down hard on Stetson's head.
Jill's eyes widened with fear as she looked past him.
"WATCH OUT!" she yelled.
He ducked as a heavy candelabra flew past his head. Tad turned and fired at the bedroom as John lunged forward. He missed, but the terrified elder man raised his hands quickly and begged him to hold his fire.
"You bastard, I ought to kill you," he said angrily. He turned to Jill. In her fear and confusion, she was oblivious to the fact that she was sitting on the couch with her skirt hiked above her knees. She colored quickly as she saw John's eyes take in her naked pussy.
"All right, John," Tad said tersely. "Let's go home. I want that tape. Before you use it to frame me.'
"I should have killed you when I killed Laura," John said in a chagrined voice. "God knows I wanted to. When I caught you in bed with her, I wanted to shoot you both. I don't know why I didn't."
Tad looked triumphantly at. Jill, who nodded that she had heard John's confession to the murder.
"I'll tell you why you didn't kill me," Tad told him. "It was much more plausible to make it look as if I had murdered her after raping her. That way you could get your little revenge on us both and take all the estate as well. It was beautiful. All you had to do was hang the rap on me and' the tape would nail me."
He stared at the man he had called father all his life and sighed. He was tired of the whole thing, tired of murders and cops and being chased all over town. As his eyes roved over Jill's beautiful body, he thought of how much more fun it would be to get between the sheets with her and between her gorgeous thighs, to sink his cock into her glorious snatch and forget the rest.
But there was still work to be done. He would find his favorite place between her lovely legs later and do nothing else for twenty-four horns.
"Let's go, Big Daddy," he said sarcastically. "There's a police station a mile from here."
"Police station?" John said confused. "I thought you wanted to get the tape she made."
"What tape are you talking about?" Tad said innocently. "The only tape she made was the one you erased. Her entire confession was on that one." He smiled. "Not that it matters. You just confessed your own crime before Jill."
John's eyes widened with astonishment as Tad shoved him toward the door.
