Bruce Rogers draped one arm over the shoulder of the girl who snuggled against him on the sofa. His hand cupped her breast. His other hand toyed with her short skirt, inching it higher on her thighs.
"Three weeks," he mused, "and I still don't know."
"Don't know what?"
"Almost three weeks you've been working in the office, and I still don't know whether you wear any panties."
"I'm surprised," she teased him. "Most of the girls say you work faster than that."
"Hell, I get a terrific view when you bend over at the filing cabinet, but that damn skirt never rides up quite far enough so I can tell."
She grinned. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Wear a shorter skirt."
"Shorter than this? Your father would fire me!" Bruce scowled. "Yeah, the old goat probably would. He doesn't approve of girls wearing short skirts around the office."
"Or going without a bra."
His fingers had deftly opened the buttons on her blouse and his hand slipped inside. Inside her blouse and inside her bra. Her skin was silky smooth and her breast was full and heavy in his hand. He squeezed it, felt her hard nipple poking against his palm.
"Jesus!" he murmured. "With the tits you've got, there ought to be a law against shutting them up inside a bra!"
"But if I don't wear a bra, they bounce all over the place when I walk."
He grinned appreciatively. "Yeah, I remember that day--and the way my old man almost had a" stroke. The old fart! So what's wrong with tits bouncing around? I think it's great!"
He stopped toying with her skirt and fumbled with her blouse, trying to slip it off with one hand while his other hand remained inside her bra, fondling her breasts. But her blouse caught on her shoulders and he mumbled under his breath, impatient. She smiled, pushed his hand away and slipped her blouse off.
"That's better," he murmured, his hand working harder within her bra. "Hell, yes, I think tits should be allowed to bounce. It's kind of like a friendly greeting--you know what I mean? A guy walks up to you and shakes hands to say hello. And when a girl walks up to you with her tits bouncing, that's like she's saying hello in a real friendly way."
The girl laughed. "You fix it with your father and I'll be glad to go without a bra and let my tits bounce."
Suddenly his mood changed and he scowled. "This goddamn bra!"
He reversed his hand, gave a hard yank and tore her bra off.
"Hey!" she yelped. "You didn't have to rip it! I'd have taken it off!"
He ignored her protests, gazing at her naked breasts. They were big and round, standing out from her chest with a lush fullness that made him run his tongue over his lips.
"Jesus, Gloria!" he croaked. "With a size like that--yeah, no wonder they bounce! I love big tits!"
She threw her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forward.
"Show me," she whispered. "Show me how much you love them."
Again his tongue crawled over his lips and then he lowered his head to her breast. He licked her nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, and he heard her quick gasp of excitement. After a moment he switched to harder strokes, licking it with the flat of his tongue and feeling it grow stiff and hard beneath his touch. Then, abruptly, he opened his mouth and captured the firm nipple between his lips. He sucked it hard, munching on it with his lips and teeth, at the same time that he roughly squeezed and mauled her breasts in his hands.
She winced once or twice as he bit too hard on her nipple, hut she had to admit that even those slight twinges of pain added to her excitement. She twined her fingers in his hair, tugged his head harder against her breast.
Then she took a hand from his head, felt her way down to his crotch. Through his pants she could feel the growing bulge of his cock and she deftly opened his zipper and slipped her hand inside. Briefly she fought with his shorts, then freed his prick and brought it out into the open. She couldn't see it with his head in the way but she measured it with an expert touch, circling the stiffening shaft with her fingers and lightly stroking up and down the length of it. God, yes--it was every bit as big as she'd heard it was. Apparently Bruce had screwed half the girls in the office, judging from what she'd heard them saying, but at least they hadn't been exaggerating about the size of his cock.
She smiled to herself, glad that his prick was really that big. It was much more exciting to be fucked by a man with a big cock that filled and stretched her cunt. And that made the evening's prospects even more interesting. She'd get a really good fuck out of it in addition to the other thing she was planning.
She winced again, her hand tightening involuntarily on his prick as he bit down hard again on her nipple. She wished he wouldn't be quite so rough. But then she forced herself to relax. She had to get him in a good mood--make him real happy--if her plans were going to work out, and if everything went right it would be worth a bruised tit or a sore nipple.
Suddenly he sat up, fumbling with her skirt. "Get this damn thing off!"
She opened the zipper, lifted her hips off the sofa and wiggled the skirt off.
He glanced downward. "You do."
"Do what?"
"Wear panties."
She arched an eyebrow provocatively. "Sometimes. And sometimes I go without them."
She reached for the panties, expecting that he would want her to take them off too. But, unexpectedly, he put his hand on her back and pushed her to her feet.
"Show me," he said.
She looked at him blankly. "Show you what?"
"How your tits bounce."
"Oh."
She stood in front of him for a moment, her hands on her hips and her breasts pointing at him.
"Sure you can take it?" she teased. "I bounce enough to really make your mouth water."
He seized his hard prick in his hand and lewdly waved it at her. "Never mind my mouth. It's this you'll have to worry about."
She grinned at him and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the tip of his cock. Then she straightened up and began to prance back and forth in front of him. Her hands on her hips, head and shoulders back, she strutted with an exaggerated high-stepping movement that would have done credit to a drum majorette at the head of a parade. Only she wasn't a majorette and there wasn't any parade. She was naked except for her panties and she was marching for an audience of one-one man who sat with his stiff prick standing up out of his pants as he watched her big breasts bouncing and dancing on her chest.
He licked his lips as he watched her and his hand strayed to his cock. He groaned softly as he stroked it.
She finished her strutting, standing in front of him again, but she didn't stop the motion of her tits. Instead of bouncing them up and down, now she swung them back and forth in front of him. And as she swung them she slowly leaned forward, bending closer and closer toward him. so that her swinging breasts came nearer to his face every moment. Still she bent closer.
"Stick your tongue out," she whispered.
He grinned in anticipation as he tilted his head back and shoved his tongue far out.
She adjusted her aim, bent a little closer, and one nipple scraped across his tongue, immediately followed by the other. Back and forth she swung her breasts, enjoying the sensation as the tips brushed continuously over his outstretched tongue. And at the same time, she reached downward with one hand, groped until she found his prick. She seized it eagerly and began to stroke it, her fingers caressing it with a gentle teasing touch. She felt her nipples getting hard and firm while his cock grew even stiffer in her hand.
This ought to get him worked up, she thought. He probably found it quite stimulating to have a girl wave her bare tits in his face while she played with his prick. And that was the whole idea. Get him aroused enough and excited enough so that he'd be sure to do what she asked.
And she was right, up to a point. Bruce was getting worked up--so worked up that he suddenly exploded with impatience.
His hand lashed out and fastened in the elastic top of her panties. He gave a vicious tug and there was a quick ripping sound as he tore the panties off her body.
She was naked.
Angrily she straightened and glared at him. "You bastard! You know what those cost? Do you always go around tearing girls' clothes off?"
She kicked at the ripped panties on the floor and swore at him, but he wasn't listening. His eyes swept avidly over her nude body. Her big full breasts with her nipples, thick and swollen, pointing at him like twin fingers. Her taut stomach and lushly curved hips. The thick patch of cunt-hair. Her long tapering thighs and legs.
His tongue crawled over his lips. "That's the way I like you best--no bra and no panties."
She still hadn't gotten over her anger. "Goddamn it--"
He seized her hips and turned her around with her back toward him. "Bend over."
"What?"
"Bend over."
She leaned forward. He eyed the smooth roundness of her ass.
"Yeah," he breathed, ".you should definitely go without panties in the office. Then when you bend over at the filing cabinet this is what I'd see--your bare ass."
He stroked her hips and buttocks, ran his finger up and down the inviting cleft between her swelling cheeks. His finger paused briefly and prodded at her asshole. She gave a slight gasp but remained in the bent-over position. Then his finger traveled lower, disappearing into the tangle of cunt-hair as he wiggled it into her pussy. She gasped again. He pushed his finger deeper inside her and wondered fleetingly why she was so annoyed. Goddamn little cockteaser that she was, waving her tits at him and playing with his prick. What the hell did she expect him to do--just sit and wait until she damn well felt like taking her panties off? She had a nice cunt, though--all warm and soft, and a little juicy already. Just the kind of pussy that he liked to get into.
Abruptly he turned her around so she faced him again. In her eyes he could still see traces of anger.
"Hell, Gloria," he growled. "Forget the damn panties. Here--I'll give you something that'll make you forget 'em for sure."
With a swift movement, he threw her down on the sofa and forced her legs apart as he dropped between them. But his rougliness only made her resentment flare higher, and she tried to squirm out of his grasp and close her thighs.
"You bastard!" she spat. "You rip my clothes off--and then you think all you have to do is get into my pussy and give me such a thrill that'll fix everything? Go to hell!"
"Hold still, dammit!"
He wrenched her thighs apart and held them firmly in spite of her wriggling. His head dropped to her crotch. He wasted no time on preliminaries, but immediately attacked her clit. She gasped as his tongue scraped over it. Then, as he busily licked the sensitive nub, her struggles grew weaker and finally ceased. She opened her legs wider, giving him better access, and her hips began to revolve in a little circular motion. And still he licked between her legs, his tongue tickling and teasing the moist pink folds of her cunt and concentrating on her clit that grew hard and an angry shade of red.
He stroked upward along the satin flesh of her thigh and his finger crept into her pussy, toyed at the entrance to her hole and then pushed inward.
"Ohhh!" she moaned.
His finger bored deeper, stroking and rubbing the warm clinging walls of her cunt. And still his tongue licked and scraped her clit. Now her juices were starting to flow and he could feel the wetness of her pussy as he buried his finger as deep as he could get it inside her.
There was a gurgle in her throat. "Oh, God!"
She caught his head in her hands, tugging him tighter against her cunt. She mumbled in protest when he pulled his finger out of her pussy but her protests gave way to murmurs of pleasure when he immediately inserted another finger in its place. She didn't understand why he had changed fingers until a moment later when he prodded at her asshole with the finger that was covered with her cunt-juice.
"No!" she gasped. "Not in my ass!"
He didn't bother answering, but brutally rammed his finger into her rectum. The force of his push carried it deep inside and a wave of pain swept over her as he buried his thick finger in her ass.
"Take it out!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
He lifted his face from her crotch. "Relax. You'll enjoy it in a minute."
Then he lowered his head and continued licking her clit.
For another moment she struggled, impaled front and back by his stabbing fingers. Then, exhausted, she fell back limply on the sofa. And as she relaxed, she was surprised to find the pain giving way to pleasure.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured. "It feels good. But your finger isn't very deep in my pussy. Can't you get it in further?"
He grinned at her change in mood, forced his finger to the hilt in her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" she responded. "That's it! Jesus, it's like I have two pricks in me at once--and I'm getting licked beside!"
She gasped as his tongue rubbed hard on her clit. At the same time he increased the activities with his fingers, digging deep into her cunt and her ass simultaneously and massaging the lining of her two holes. Now her pussy was really wet and he felt drenched with her juices. She clutched his head in an eager grasp, pressing it hard against her crotch as if she wanted to permanently weld his tongue to her clit. And her hips renewed their circular motion. Alternately she thrust backward against the finger that probed deep in her ass, then lifted to meet the push of the finger in her cunt and the tongue on her clit.
"Yes!" she panted. "God, yes! Keep it up! Lick me--eat me--make me come!"
Abruptly he pulled away from her and sat up. "No!" she wailed. "Don't stop--I was almost there!"
He grinned. "I know. That's why I stopped--I don't want you to come yet."
"You bastard!" She seized his hand, tried to force it against her crotch. "Please!"
"Don't you think you're being a little selfish, sweetheart?"
She blinked at him. "What?"
"You got my cock all hard when you played with it before, but you've been having all the fun since then."
She looked at his swollen prick rising out of his open fly and seized it in her hand.
"Not so fast," he ordered. "Don't you think I ought to be naked like you?"
She moaned in frustration, snatched at the buttons on his shirt. Quickly she stripped his clothes off. He sank back on the sofa, his legs sprawled-out in front of him, and again she grasped his cock and began to stroke it in a frenzy.
"Not that way."
She looked puzzled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Like I did with you, sweetheart. Use your mouth. Let's see how good a cocksucker you are."
Instantly she dropped her head, slipped his prick between her lips and gulped it deep into her mouth.
He shook his head. "Jesus, no! Use your tongue--lick it first. Do it right, or I won't satisfy that hot little cunt of yours."
She whimpered softly, took his cock out of her mouth and obediently began to lick it. She had to please him, not only so he'd agree to what she was going to ask, but also to be sure he'd extinguish the fire that raged in her pussy.
Her tongue flicked against the tip of his prick and she swirled it around the blunt end. With long sweeping strokes, she licked from one end of his cock to the other, starting at the purplish head and traveling down to the hairy base, and then returning again. Back and forth, back and forth. Then she recalled how he had varied his touch when he licked her clit and how good it had felt, and she thought variety might please him too.
Changing from the long sweeping strokes, she began to lick his prick with a light darting touch, her tongue making soft feathery motions as it again traveled up and down the length of his hard shaft. From the way he squirmed and groaned, she knew he was appreciating it and she felt slightly proud of herself. She had sucked men's cocks on a few previous occasions, and now that she thought about it, they'd all been quite young. Obviously none of them had been as experienced as Bruce, and they hadn't told her that a man liked to have a girl use her tongue and lick his prick. She decided she'd learned something useful.
Still anxious to please Bruce, she wondered what else would make him feel good. What else could a girl do to a man's cock beside lick it and suck it? She thought about it briefly and decided she could nibble on it with her lips.
Why not? She licked back out to the end, then tried the new technique. Holding his prick firmly in her hand, she nibbled lightly with her lips all around the smooth surfaces of his cockhead. He groaned again, and she knew that too had been a success.
She glanced up at him and saw that his head lay limp on the back of the sofa and his eyes were closed. On his face was an expression of rapture.
"You're pretty good, sweetheart," he breathed.
The praise spurred her on to think of something else he'd like. Well, why not his balls? They were part of his basic sex equipment and it would probably give him a pleasant sensation if she did something with them.
She lifted one of the hairy balls in her hand, licked and nibbled along his prick until she reached it, then went to work on it gently but eagerly. The wrinkled surface felt strange after the smoothness of his cock, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, she rather liked it. Her tongue swirled all around, licking and teasing, until it was drenched with her saliva. Then she lifted the other one in her hand and gave that the same treatment, noting how his breathing was becoming heavier all the time. Yes, she was learning lots of useful things all in one evening.
Again she went back to licking his prick, this time still holding his balls in her hand and lightly fondling them as she licked. Then some instinct warned her that she'd been licking long enough and now it was time to put his cock in her mouth and suck it.
She parted her lips, slipped his cockhead between them. And now another thought came to her. She knew from sucking the, other men's cocks that apparently it was a particularly delightful sensation for a man to have his prick slip between a girl's soft lips. So if it felt that good for a man, then it would probably be even better if she prolonged the process and did it very slowly.
Her head lifted slightly as she withdrew his cock almost all the way out in order to start over again. She saw his eyes open in surprise as she took his prick out, and she knew he was watching closely to see what she was up to. Somehow she thought that made the whole thing more exciting. He was going to watch as his cock slowly disappeared into her mouth.
The tip of his prick was between her lips and she nibbled on it gently and bathed it with her tongue, suddenly realizing she could suck his cock and lick it at the same time. It was a shame, she thought, that none of the other men had ever bothered to instruct her in the finer points of sucking their pricks. But at least she had now learned how to do it right, and that was the important thing.
She dropped her head slightly lower and his cock slipped further into her mouth. Slowly she sucked it in deeper--and deeper. From the corner of her eye she could see he was still watching, gazing rapturously at what she was doing. Her lips were stretched wide to circle his thick prick and she licked it continuously. It slithered further into her mouth--then a little further--and still further. She wished it was sinking into her pussy like that, and she was tempted to put her finger in her cunt and play with herself in an effort to relieve the awful ache down there. But it wouldn't be the same as if he did it to her and if she made him happy enough maybe it wouldn't be too long before he fucked her.
She was so engrossed in this happy anticipation that she was startled when his cock suddenly poked against the back of her throat. She hadn't realized she had it that far in her mouth, but there it was--as deep as she could take it.
For a moment she held it there, savoring the way the big prick stretched her lips and filled her mouth. Then she started to move, lifting her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out between her lips. And all the time, she licked and teased it with her tongue.
"My God!" he murmured. "You're a natural born cocksucker!"
She grunted her thanks for what she took as a compliment, and began sucking more vigorously.
He liked that too. "Yeah, baby--that's it. Suck it good!"
His eyes were glazed and she could feel an insistent throbbing in his prick. He was so worked up that it seemed to be the right time to hit him with her question.
She took his cock out of her mouth. "Bruce, honey?"
He frowned. "What are you stopping for? Keep sucking!"
"I will--in a minute. First I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"Well--don't you think I'd be a better secretary than Alice Hornsby?"
He couldn't have cared less about Alice Hornsby. She was probably twenty years older than he was, so skinny she had no shape at all, and he'd never even tried to fuck her. And if she was no good for fucking, he had no further interest in her. Gloria might possibly be a better secretary. At least she had a terrific pair of tits and was turning out to be a hell of a good cocksucker.
"I guess so," he said absently, and tried to stick his prick back in her mouth.
But she turned her face away. "Then why don't you make me your secretary?"
He started to say something, then stopped, and tried to keep from grinning. It was obvious Gloria didn't know that Alice Hornsby was soon leaving the firm. Something about moving out of town--her husband being transferred--Bruce didn't remember the details. And Gloria didn't know anything about it.
You little bitch, he thought. By sucking my cock and letting me screw you, you figured you could con me into giving you a better job. Again he tried to keep from laughing, because he'd already been considering Gloria for the job. In fact, that was one reason he'd made this date with her and brought her to his house tonight. Aside from the fact that she was a sexy-looking piece and he wanted to screw her, he also wanted to find out what kind of a cocksucker she was. He relished the idea of having a good cock-sucker for his secretary. That presented all kinds of interesting possibilities. And she was turning out to be such a terrific cocksucker, that he was sure she'd be just right as his secretary.
Of course, she didn't have to know he'd about decided to give her the job. It could be better if she thought he was still debating.
He scratched his chin. "Well--I don't know."
"I'd be a damn good secretary!"
"Yeah--maybe. Would you go without a bra?"
"Your father would fire me!"
"Hell, he wouldn't see you an your office."
"Okay, no bra. Do I get the job?" She licked his prick lightly.
He jumped. "Jesus! And will you go without panties?"
"All right--no panties."
He grinned. "Christ, are you going to take a lot of dictation! You can sit on my lap and I'll have my finger in your twat while I dictate!"
"Then I get the job?"
"Yeah--yeah. Now for God's sake, get my cock back in your mouth and suck it!"
She squealed happily, gulped his prick into her mouth and resumed her sucking. With one hand she kept a firm grip on his cock, while her other hand gently fondled his balls. And she pressed her lips tightly on his prick as she raised and lowered her head, sucking with the quicker tempo he liked, all the time licking and swirling her tongue on his cock as it drove in and out of her mouth.
She didn't know what suddenly made her lift her eyes. But when she glanced up, she was dismayed to see a young woman, a beautiful blonde, not much older than Bruce, standing behind the sofa with a shocked expression on her face as she watched Gloria sucking Bruce's prick.
Gloria let out a started gasp and yanked his cock out of her mouth. Following her gaze, Bruce whirled around and saw the blonde behind him, then sank back on the sofa with a sigh of relief.
"Hi, Kim," he muttered. "Gloria, meet Kim--my stepmother."
Somewhat apprehensively, Gloria looked up at the blonde who coolly ignored her and demanded sternly of Bruce. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
Bruce yawned. "Me? I'm just getting my cock sucked--what'd it look like I was doing?"
"Of all the disgusting things--"
"Bullshit! Cocksucking is beautiful."
"If you must indulge in your animal desires, can't you at least do it somewhere else? Do you have to do it so openly right here in the house?"
"Animal desires?" gasped Gloria.
Kim gazed at her, then nodded knowingly. "I think I understand. He forced you to suck--to do that--didn't he?"
Bruce laughed harshly. "Forced her? Hell, she loves to suck my prick."
Kim shook her head stubbornly. "I don't believe it."
"Show her, baby," said Bruce. "Lick my cock. Show her how good you are and how much you enjoy it."
For an instant Gloria hesitated. Somehow it didn't seem right to lick Bruce's prick in front of his stepmother. But there was such a strange, puzzled expression on the blonde's face that the whole situation seemed ludicrous instead of serious. And she wasn't forgetting that secretary's job and the fact that she had to keep Bruce happy or he might change his mind. And of course, it was true that she did enjoy licking and sucking his cock.
She took his prick in her hand, stroked it once or twice, then flicked her tongue against it. At first she wondered whether an audience would bother her, but once she got started she knew it wasn't going to make any difference. She loved the feel of her tongue rubbing along his cock and she only wished he'd let her put it back in her mouth and suck it, because she loved that even more. Back and forth she licked on his rigid prick, pausing now and then to swirl her tongue around on the sensitive head. And she liked that too, because he groaned in delight, and she knew she was making him happy..
"Stop it this instant," demanded Kim in a hoarse voice.
"Stop, hell!" moaned Bruce. "Take it in your mouth and suck it again!"
Happily, Gloria obeyed. She didn't bother doing it as slowly as she had before, but quickly slipped his cock between her lips and lowered her head until it poked against the back of her throat. Then she sucked hard, vigorously bobbing her head up and down as she washed her tongue over the full length of his plunging prick.
"That's disgusting!" said Kim.
Bruce snorted. "It's different when you do it, huh?"
"I never did such a thing!"
He squinted up at her. "Are you kidding me? You've never sucked my old man's dick?"
"Certainly not."
"Yeah, well--I suppose at his age the damn thing is so shriveled up it might get caught between your teeth." He laughed briefly. "Tell you what, Kim. If you ask Gloria real nice, she might give you some pointers on being a cocksucker. Then you could give the old man a real thrill some night."
Kim gave him a withering look and started to turn away. "I refuse to watch any more of this."
"Hey, wait. If sucking a prick doesn't turn you on, I'll show, you something that will." He wiggled up and pushed Gloria down on the sofa. "On your back, baby--and spread your legs."
He lay between her thighs, pulled her cuntlips apart and jabbed his tongue into her pussy. Gloria squealed with delight and immediately began to churn her hips. He licked back and forth in the glistening pink folds of her cunt, his tongue darting and teasing, but avoiding her clit for the moment. From all her previous excitement she was really wet and his nostrils flared at the taste of her secretions. He liked a juicy pussy and he greedily poked his tongue as far as he could up into her drenched hole.
Finally he drilled his finger deep inside her to replace his tongue as he glanced up at Kim. It seemed to him that she was more interested than she should have been, and he wondered if the sight of a good cunt-lapping was getting to her. But then he decided he was imagining things.
"Watch this," he told her. "Watch how she likes it when I lick her clit."
He blew in Gloria's pussy and laughed when she jumped. Then he lightly touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. Her ass leaped off the sofa and a shudder ran through her body. He licked lightly on her clit, copying the tantalizing feathery motion she had used on his cock. Abruptly he changed and used the flat of hia tongue in long sweeping strokes. Her clit was swollen and hard and occasionally he drew it between his lips and sucked it like a nipple. But all the time he kept his tongue moving, licking, teasing--and now she was so aroused that her head swung wildly back and forth and low moaning sounds came from her throat.
Again Bruce looked up at Kim. "She goes ape over it. I guess it really feels good to have your cunt licked, huh?"
"I--I don't know."
Gloria clutched frantically at Bruce's head, trying to force it back down into her crotch. "Don't stop--oh, not again!"
He ignored her and frowned at Kim. "What do you mean--you don't know? Jesus Christ, don't tell me my stupid old man has never given you a cunt-lapping?"
She wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on Gloria's exposed pussy where his finger absently massaged her hard red clit. Kim could see that the girl's cunt was drenched with a mixture of her own juices and his saliva.
Her voice was dreamlike as she answered Bruce. "No--he hasn't."
"You never had your pussy licked at all?"
"No."
"Jesus! A babe with a shape like yours and--well, I hope the old bastard at least fucks you once in a while. Speaking of fucking--get your ass up higher, Gloria, and let me get the old meat into that wet twat of yours."
The girl hitched herself up into position and he crawled between her thighs. She pulled her cuntlips wide and held them open with the fingers of one hand while she eagerly reached for his cock with the other.
"Put it in me!" she gasped. "Ram it in deep and hard!"
He grinned. "Sure, baby. Glad to oblige."
He pressed the tip of his prick to her gaping pussy, nudged the head inside. But he didn't push any further into her. Instead, he wiggled his cock-head in and out of the entrance to her cunt.
"Don't tease!" she wailed. "I'm on fire! God, I'm burning up!"
"Beg, you bitch!"
She moaned. "Please! Give it to me! Fuck me--please!"
"Okay."
He lunged forward suddenly with his hips and sank his prick to the hilt in her cunt. He knew her choked scream was one of delight and not of pain because she was so wet he had slid into her easily with no effort at all. She was a hot little bitch--one of the hottest he'd had in a long time. She was going to be a hell of a good lay. Just like she was a hell of a good cocksucker. He grinned as he remembered she was going to be his secretary and he alternately pictured her sucking him off and lying spread-eagled on his desk while he screwed her.
While he was thinking of that, his hips had started to move of their own volition and he looked down to watch his prick sliding in and out of her pussy. He worked with slow strokes at first. She'd gotten him plenty hot from licking and sucking his cock and there was no sense in blowing his nuts too soon. Of course, it would only be the first time for the evening. After he screwed her, he thought he'd have her suck him off and he'd shoot his come in her mouth to see how well she could take it. After all, it would be good to learn all about your secretary's qualifications.
"Do it harder!" she whimpered.
He increased his tempo somewhat. His prick came so far out that only the head remained inside, and then he drove back into her cunt so he was buried inside of her and his balls made a slapping sound against her ass. God, she was wet! It made a little slurping noise each time he drilled his cock in and out of her.
He'd forgotten about Kim and glanced up at her. She stood transfixed, one hand clutching her throat, as she gazed down at them.
"You like to watch, huh?" he taunted her. "You probably don't get enough from the old man, so this is the only way you can get your kicks--by watching somebody else get fucked."
"Fuck!" echoed Gloria. "Fuck--fuck--fuck!"
Now he was slamming his prick into her in hard, deep strokes that battered her body and made her tits wiggle and dance on her chest. He reached up, seized one of them and squeezed it roughly and tweaked her rigid nipple.
"Am I right?" he asked Kim. "The old man isn't screwing you much, is he?"
She opened her mouth to answer, then closed it. Finally she said, "That--is none of your business."
"Shit, it's nothing to be ashamed of. The poor old bastard probably can't get it up any more. But a young babe with a body built like yours--hell, you've got hormones and glands and juices. Hey, step closer."
She frowned in bewilderment but moved nearer to the sofa.
"I'll make you a,: bet," he grinned. "I'll bet you're so worked up from watching me fuck Gloria that your panties are wet. Let's see if I'm right."
He reached out to lift her skirt.
She knocked his hand away. "Stop that!"
"Now we'll never know who won the bet. Too bad. But I'll tell you what. I feel sorry for you, not getting enough sex, so I'll let you join Gloria and me."
Kim had seemed to be roused from her dreamlike fascination when he tried to raise her skirt and now her eyes flashed angrily.
"You'll do what?"
"Sure, I'll be glad to do you the favor. Take your panties off and come around here in front. Then I can lick your pussy while I fuck Gloria."
Kim sputtered helplessly. "You--you--"
"Or if you want to wait till I'm through with Gloria, I'll be glad to fuck you--that is, if you'll suck my cock to get it hard again."
She glared at him. "You filthy-minded, despicable creature! You must be completely insane!"
And she whirled and marched out of the room.
She was hardly gone when Gloria let out a shuddering groan. "I'm--almost there! Fuck me hard!"
He bent her knees up against her tits, making her cunt more vulnerable to him, and slammed his prick into her viciously.
"I'm going to--come!" she grunted.
He slapped her ass hard. "Not yet, you bitch. Wait for me."
He fucked even harder and faster, driving his cock in and out in a frenzy. At least he felt the pressure reach the bursting point.
"I can't help it!" wailed Gloria. "I'm--oh, God--I'm coming!"
"Me too!"
The come shot from his prick like pellets released from a gun, spurt after spurt pouring into the depths of her cunt. And still he kept fucking, ramming his cock into her drenched cunt amid the mixture of their juices, until at last his balls were drained and he had nothing more to pump into her.
As he fell weakly forward on top of her, he thought his new secretary was going to be quite satisfactory. He also thought he'd have to get a lock on his office door.
CHAPTER TWO
In the hall Kim paused and leaned weakly against the wall. Behind her she could hear Gloria's passionate gasps and Bruce's frenzied grunts as they reached the climax of their fucking. In spite of herself, Kim was unable to refrain from imagining that she lay sprawled on the sofa, that her nude body was being mercilessly battered by Bruce's thick prick and that the heavy globs of his come were pouring deep in her own cunt.
Her body trembled and her legs almost gave way.
She couldn't imagine what had gotten into her, why she had stayed and watched their disgusting exhibition of lust. When she first walked in on them, she should have left immediately and told Gordon about it. Now she couldn't say anything at all because, by staying and watching, she had become as guilty and disgusting as they were.
Yet, in all honesty, she had to admit that even as revolting as their performance had been, there had been something strangely fascinating about it. Something that had drawn her and held her and--God forgive her--something that had produced an involuntary physical reaction on her part. Her body still tingled and down in her pussy--oh God, it was still trembling and quivering! When Bruce had tried to lift her skirt she had almost died of fright.
Because her panties were wet!
What kind of an animal was she, to let their lewdness affect her like that? Maybe Bruce was right, damn him. She didn't have much of a sex life. When she married Gordon she'd been--well, almost a virgin. There had only been those two times. She supposed she'd actually been fucked only once before her marriage because that second time had been such a fiasco. Alan--was that his name?--had been so excited he hadn't even gotten his cock inside of her. The tip had just touched the entrance to her cunt when he'd exploded. And it had been such a mess when his sticky cum shot all over her stomach and the whole thing had left her very unsatisfied.
But she remembered from the first time how it felt to have a man's come shoot far up in her pussy. And how it felt when she herself reached an orgasm. Just thinking about it made her knees go weak all over again, and she thought her panties were even wetter than before.
She'd known when she married Gordon that there might be some problems involved in being married to a much older man. But she loved him and it had been a good marriage.
Except for their sex life.
It wasn't Gordon's fault that he was past that point in life where he had a real interest in sex. And yet, Bruce had been right when he'd said she had hormones and glands and juices. She'd managed to keep her physical desires under control for the most part. But now, after watching Bruce and Gloria . . .
She shuddered, remembering how Gloria had sucked his prick--the way her lips had been stretched wide and the way it had filled her mouth. She knew she wouldn't like that, having a man's cock in her mouth. Good God, if he should come in her mouth--just the thought seemed too revolting.
She wondered, though, about having a man lick her cunt. How would that feel? She remembered Gloria's gasping moans of pleasure and the way she had wildly churned her hips. The girl had obviously been in ecstasy. Yes, Kim thought, it must be a delightful sensation to have a man lick your pussy and work his tongue on your clit. Maybe she should have accepted Bruce's invitation to join them and have him lick her cunt: Then she gasped in horror at her thoughts. To even dream of doing such a thing with her own stepson!
It was obvious that she had to stop thinking along such lines. She'd let Bruce and Gloria pull her down to their level of animal depravity and she had to put them out of her mind.
She breathed deeply, gaining control of herself. Gordon would be wondering what was keeping her. There was nothing more pressing in store than a couple of hours of television, but that was the regular evening routine. Fortunately, Gordon would remain glued to the TV in the den at the opposite end-of the large house, so there was no chance he would hear Bruce and Gloria as they No, she mustn't think about those two at all. She stood up straight, took another deep breath and set off through the house fob the den.
Opening the door to the den, she thought it was strange that the TV wasn't on. And as she stepped into the room, someone seized her roughly from behind and flung her into a chair.
She gasped in shocked surprise. The man who had been standing behind the door closed it, then turned to look at her. She followed his eyes downward and saw that her skirt had ridden high on her thighs. She tugged it down.
"Who are you?" the stranger demanded.
"Kim Rogers."
"She's my wife," said Gordon.
Kim turned and saw that her husband was tied in a chair at the other end of the room. Two more men stood beside him.
She turned back to the man by the door and demanded, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
He ignored her questions and smirked at her. "His wife, huh? What's an old goat like that doing with a young doll like you?" He stepped nearer and studied her closely. "Do me a favor, gorgeous?"
"What?"
"Pull your skirt up--show me those legs again."
"I'll do no such thing!"
He smirked again. "A real spitfire,, huh? Are these real?" He ran the tip of his finger lightly across her breast.
She shuddered under his touch and knocked his hand away.
He laughed. Turning away, he crossed the room and stood in front of her husband. Without any warning, he suddenly slapped Gordon hard in the face and followed that with a vicious kick in the shin. For the first time, Kim noticed her husband's face was bruised and his lips were puffed and split.
One of the men standing by the chair spoke eagerly. "Want me to work him over, Vic?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't think you'll have to." He swung back to Kim. "Hey, gorgeous, do you know the combination to the old goat's safe?"
Kim glanced at the wall where a picture had been swung outward to reveal a safe behind it. She had no idea what her husband kept in it, nor did she know the combination.
"No."
Vic shrugged. "Too bad. It could have made things easier." He turned to the two other men. "Max--Randy--did you see the sexy legs on this doll when I tossed her the chair?"
They both grinned. "Yeah!"
Vic swung back to Gordon. "You've got a choice, Mr. Moneybags. Either tell me the combination to the safe, or we're going to take another look at your wife's lovely legs."
Kim's mind raced furiously. She was no match for three men and there was no one to help her. Except Bruce. And he was at the far end of the house. He couldn't possibly hear her from this room. But if she could get out in the hall there was just a bare chance he might hear her if she screamed.
She shot out of the chair and dashed for the door, but just as her hand closed on the knob Randy's big fist knotted cruelly in her hair and swung her around. Then he stood leaning against the door. She was trapped in the den with the three of them.
Vic turned to Gordon. "Okay, buster--what's the combination?"
"Go to hell," snapped Gordon.
Vic looked Kim up and down. "Well, maybe it's more fun this way. You want to show us your legs yourself--or do we have to make you do it?"
"I'll do nothing of the kind--and don't you touch me!"
She started to circle warily as Vic and Max moved toward her, but she'd forgotten Randy behind her at the door. And suddenly he wasn't at the door any more, but held her in an iron grip with both her arms pinned painfully behind her back.
She kicked out at Vic and Max as they came close, but they dodged easily. Then she felt their hands fumbling on her thrashing legs as they pulled her skirt up.
"Beautiful!" said Vic.
Max nodded. "Yeah!"
Behind her Randy complained, "I can't see a damn thing from back here, holding her like this."
"Take her skirt off," said Vic. "Then we can all get a good look."
Again she kicked and fought, but she was powerless against three of them. She wore no slip and when they took her skirt off she was naked below the waist, except for her panties.
They gazed at her partial nudity and she glared back at them defiantly. She cast a hopeful look at the door, but Randy still guarded it.
After a long minute Vic cleared his throat. "We're just starting, Mr. Moneybags. You want to tell us the combination--or shall we take her blouse off?"
Kim looked expectantly at her husband, wondering how long he was going to let this continue. He gave no answer.
"Okay," said Vic. "The blouse."
She fought them again, but just as ineffectually as before. They soon had her blouse unbuttoned and peeled it off her shoulders.
In just her bra and panties she faced them, shuddering at the way the three of them eyed her.
Vic finally turned to Gordon. "If you don't talk now, she's going to be completely naked."
He was still silent.
"I can't," he answered.
"But--but they're--going to--"
"I know it's very embarrassing for you to have them take your clothes off. But try to bear up under it, my dear. It's better than having them take all our money."
She stared at him, open-mouthed, not believing what he was saying. Did he really care so little about what these men were doing to her?
Then they were closing in on her again and she hastily scampered out of their reach. She circled around a chair, a lamp, but it was hopeless, she couldn't get away. Wherever she went, whichever way she turned, they were never more than a few steps behind her.
She snatched an ashtray from a table and raised it menacingly, ready to slam it into Vic's head if he came any closer. But watching him so closely, she failed to see Max as he stepped in from the side. At the last minute she glimpsed his hand streaking toward her and she swung with the ashtray. But she was too late. His hand smacked against her breast and fastened on her bra.
He gave a hard tug and the bra tore away.
Her big breasts spilled free. They jiggled slightly from their violent release, then stilled. For a long moment there was no movement in the room as the men stared at her near-nude body.
Vic swallowed hard. "Take the panties off for us, gorgeous. Make it easy on yourself."
She shook her head stubbornly.
Again they closed in on her, and she turned and ran. She lost count of how many times she circled the room, but they were always right behind her, their hands outstretched, reaching for her panties, brushing her body as she slithered out of their grasp. Her breath came in gasps and sweat ran down her face.
When they split up, coming at her from two different directions at once and backed her into a corner, she knew there was no escape. She missed with a kick. at Vic's crotch, but managed to slash her nails viciously across Max's face. But she couldn't fend off the hands that grabbed at her panties. There was a loud tearing sound and the panties were ripped away.
She was naked.
There was an abrupt silence in the room as the men gazed hungrily at her nude splendor. At her large breasts that heaved with her tortured breathing. At her thick patch of golden cunt-hair. At her lusciously curved hips and exquisitely tapered thighs and legs.
"Jesus, what a shape!" murmured one of the men.
"Get a load of those tits!"
"And look at the ass on her!"
She whimpered and backed away, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"That's one hell of a sexy wife you've got," Vic told Gordon. "With a pair of tits like that--and I'll bet she's got a tight little pussy, doesn't she? Christ, you've got no idea how my cock is tingling in my pants, just looking at her!"
There was a long silence in the room while the men's eyes devoured Kim's nakedness. Then Vic continued.
"It's your fault, old man. If you'd told us what we wanted to know, she wouldn't be standing there bare ass naked and I wouldn't have such a hard-on. And if you still won't tell us, it'll be your fault if I have to do something about this hard-on."
Gordon shook his head. "I can't."
"Don't you understand, you dumb bastard? I'm going to rape your wife! I'm going to spread her legs and sink my prick in her cunt and fuck hell out of her! And the only way you can stop it is to tell me the combination to that safe pretty damn quick!"
"I can't," whispered Gordon again.
Vic blinked at him in amazement. "I'll be damned!" Then he shrugged. "Okay, so I get myself a piece of ass."
Grinning at Kim, he started taking off his clothes.
She stared at him, horror-stricken, rooted where she stood. This couldn't be happening--it had to be some kind of vile nightmare! She couldn't be standing naked before three strange men, watching one of them undress as he got ready to rape her!
When he got down to his shorts, she could feel the fear in her stomach and taste it in her mouth. That bulge in his shorts--she couldn't believe that any man's penis was really that big. He'd said he had a hard-on but even so--no, it couldn't be!
He stripped off the shorts and stood before her naked. She gasped. His cock was as big as the bulge in his shorts had indicated.
Bigger, if anything.
It jutted out from his crotch like a club. A thick, bloated club with a blunt, purplish head. She thought she was going to faint at the thought of that monster battering its way inside her body.
Vic looked at Gordon. "Your last chance to stop it.
"I can't."
Kim came out of her trance, dodged their grasping hands and flung herself at her husband.
"Don't you care that he's going to rape me?" she screamed. "Tell them the combination to the safe, for God's sake! Tell them--tell them!"
He shook his head. "If he rapes you--well, that'll be over quickly. But if they take the money, it'll be gone forever."
She stared at him her mouth wide. "You care more about the damn money than you do about me! You vile, selfish creature! You rotten filthy!"
She was still shrieking at Gordon as the three men seized her and bore her down to the floor. Raging, she struggled against them, but it was useless. They forced her on her back and Max and Randy each held one of her arms in an iron grip.
Vic pried her legs apart and knelt between them, his thick prick standing erect. She tried to tear her eyes away from it, but it held her attention with a horrible fascination. He couldn't put that monstrous thing inside her--he simply couldn't!
He stroked her thighs and lightly combed his fingers through her thick cunt-hair.
"Nice," he murmured. "Nice smooth thighs. You're really built, gorgeous!"
His hand roamed upward across her flat stomach and fondled her firm breasts. He grunted his appreciation. Then, lazily, he stroked downward again, flattening his palm on her crotch and rubbing it back and forth. She lifted her hips violently, trying to throw his hand off from that most private part of her body, but it was futile. He kept on rubbing.
Then she felt his finger.
It deftly parted her cuntlips, poked its way in between them and worked back and forth in her pussy.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "I never felt a juicier cunt! You must be real worked up and anxious for it, honey, if you're that wet already!"
"Wet?" questioned Max. "I don't believe it."
Vic shrugged. "See for yourself."
Suddenly all three of them were touching her at once, their fingers probing, stroking, exploring in her pussy. Kim thought she would die of outrage and humiliation. Not only at the way all three were fingering her together, but also because they had discovered how wet and excited she'd gotten from watching Bruce and Gloria. And at the way they assumed she was aroused at the prospect of being raped!
"Okay," growled Vic, "that's enough. Let me put something more than a finger in her cunt."
He crawled further up between her thighs and the blunt end of his cock prodded at her pussy. She shuddered at the touch, tried to squirm away, but the relentless hands held her helpless. Vic's fingers pulled her cuntlips apart and he leaned closer, his prick nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy. She whimpered in fear. His cockhead pushed into her slippery hole and he didn't go any deeper for the moment, but just lightly jabbed it in and out of her.
Then slowly--very slowly--he began to push his big prick into her cunt. She felt her muscles stretching, making room for the monster that was being forced into her. She'd never be able to take it! It was only partway in, and already it felt as if she had been stretched to the limit.
Still he pressed his hips forward and his cock sank still deeper in her pussy. Further--and further. He groaned softly at the exquisite feeling of her warm, wet cunt clutching tightly at his prick. God, he'd been right--she did have a tight little pussy! And with all the lubrication she had secreted, he was slipping into her so easily. Surprising, he thought, that she was that wet. The way she'd fought and screamed, you'd think she was scared to death of being raped. And all the time she was looking forward to it--wanting it--getting highly aroused just at the thought of it.
Suddenly he thought he understood. Of course she had to pretend to fight. After all, her husband was watching and she couldn't lie down and willingly open her legs in front of him. That explained it. She was just putting on an act for her. husband, and all the time the sexy little bitch was dying to get fucked.
He grinned to himself. He'd give her what she wanted.
He gave a final push and his cock hit bottom. He was buried to the hilt in her tightly clasping cunt.
She screamed at the last thrust that sent his prick deep into her pussy. And even though she knew it was useless, she fought instinctively against the horrible monster that had invaded her body and had her pinned to the floor.
"Take it easy," he growled. "Relax, and it'll feel much better."
Perversely, her mind drifted off to the scenes she had recently witnessed at the other end of the house. Little had she known while watching Bruce lustfully use Gloria's body that she would be similarly used. Of course, she wasn't doing it willingly as Gloria had. Willingly? God, the girl had been positively rapturous at the way Bruce had licked her cunt and rammed his cock into her.
A sound broke in on her thoughts and she realized with a start that it had been a soft moan deep in her own throat. Carried away with her recollections of what she'd seen Bruce and Gloria doing, she had unconsciously stopped fighting the men who held her down. And as she'd relaxed, the pain had disappeared. Now that huge prick inside her didn't hurt anymore. Her pussy felt warm--and tingly--and good!
She was horrified at herself. She was being raped--her body disgustingly violated. What kind of an animal was she to think it felt good?
It was all because she had acted so shamefully and had watched Bruce and Gloria. And they'd pulled her down to their level so she was aroused by watching them. And now she was still down on their level, because she thought it felt good to have Vic's cock inside of her. She had to resist such thoughts! She had to remember what a vile and horrible thing Vic was doing to her!
An uncontrollable quiver ran through her body and she realized Vic was slowly pumping his prick in and out of her. She could feel it pulling almost all the way out of her cunt, and just when she thought he was going to take it out completely, he reversed and drove it back into her again. Not hard--not viciously. Just slowly and easily. In a gentle rhythm that increased that maddening tingle down in her crotch.
He pulled out again, withdrawing so far that this time she was sure he was going to take it out all the way. And before she realized what she was doing, she lifted her hips just a little to try to keep his cock from slipping away from her pussy.
He grinned at her. "Anxious, aren't you?"
She bit her lip, furious at herself for what she had done, and closed her eyes to escape his mocking smirk.
But almost immediately her eyes flew open again as she felt rough hands on her breasts. No, it wasn't Vic. He was still pumping his prick in and out of her cunt, only at a faster pace now. The hands belonged to Max and Randy. God, it wasn't enough that a man was raping her! This was the final humiliation--that even while she was being raped, two other men should take such liberties and fondle her body!
They squeezed her breasts, mauling and massaging them, digging their fingers into her soft flesh. They pinched her tender nipples and roughly pulled on them. The tingling spread upward from her loins to her breasts, then seemed to cover her from head to toe. And the warmth grew in intensity until it was like a strange liquid heat that flowed through her veins and seared every inch of her body.
"God, what a pair of tits on her!" murmured Randy.
"She likes to have her nipples pinched. Look how they're standing up hard."
"She's a hot little bitch. Christ, look at her churn her hips!"
Dismayed, she realized what she'd been doing. She'd been lifting and pumping her hips to meet Vic's thrusts as he drove his prick into her cunt. She saw the mocking grin on his face as he fucked her harder now and she let out a despairing wail.
It wasn't her fault, she frantically told herself. It had all started from watching Bruce and Gloria, and Bruce was right in saying she didn't have much of a sex life. And she did have hormones and glands and juices and things, and these three men had taken advantage of her and touched her body all over--and her body had betrayed her.
And now she couldn't even pretend any more.
Her body had betrayed her to the point where she didn't even want to pretend any more. It did feel good to have them fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. Vic's cock did feel good as it rapidly plunged in and out of her pussy. God, did it feel good! It felt so heavenly she didn't want him to ever stop--not until he had put out the fire that raged in her crotch.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, and pulling him tighter against her.
His mocking grin grew stronger. "I knew you'd get in the spirit of things. Come on--hump your ass a little harder."
For an instant, she had a sickening picture of what a spectacle she must be presenting to Gordon. He was sitting there watching his own wife cooperating with the man who was raping her. But the picture disappeared as fast as it came. Gordon could have prevented this if he had wanted to. And if he didn't care what happened to her, then why should she care what he thought about it?
She lifted her hips, meeting Vic's thrusts, and gasped as his prick slammed. hard into her. She felt his balls slap against her upturned ass. Little babbling sounds broke from her throat and her head rocked from side to side.
Vic fucked her even harder and faster, feeling the sweat run down his back. So he'd been right in guessing that the little bitch had only been putting on an act to fool her husband. And once she'd dropped the act--God, what a hot little piece! He rammed his cock into her with all his force and she matched him stroke for stroke, driving her ass up at him as if she wanted to swallow him whole into her wet little cunt.
Maybe it was just as well that her stubborn bastard of a husband had refused to tell them the combination to the safe. This way he was getting one hell of a good fuck he wouldn't have had otherwise. A vague question appeared in the back of his mind but he wasn't able to think about it just then. There wasn't any time for that. There wasn't time for anything any more.
The pressure was building too high from the way he'd been pumping his prick into her tight juicy pussy and there was going to be a hell of an explosion any instant. She was going wild beneath him now, her hips churning, her head rolling, her nails clawing at his back. God, what a woman!
Suddenly her body stiffened and she hung suspended, her ass high off the floor. Then a shriek tore from her throat and she dissolved in a series of frenzied contortions as her body thrashed and bucked. He'd thought her cunt was wet before, but now it felt like a raging flood as her hot juices burst loose and poured over his cock.
It was more than he could stand. His prick jerked uncontrollably and the come spurted deep in her pussy in heavy jets. She screamed again and thrashed even more wildly. And he had to seize her hips and try to hold her in position as he continued flooding her cunt.
And finally, as the jerking of his cock slowly sub-sided, the question in the back of his mind took a more definite shape. If she fucked this wildly with her husband watching, what would she be like if he could get her off somewhere away from the stupid old bastard?
CHAPTER THREE
Kim came awake slowly and looked around in bewilderment. A dim light burned in the room, but it was a strange room. And she lay on a strange bed in her crumpled blouse and skirt.
Then, suddenly, the awful memories came back with a rush. That horrible nightmare--the rape! And worst of all, the way she had actually participated! God, how could she have done a thing like that? And right in front of Gordon too!
Gordon!
Unconsciously, her face twisted in a scowl. It was all his fault. If he'd cared a little more about her instead of his damn money, she wouldn't have been reduced to fucking like an animal on the floor. In that instant she thought she hated him, and she found a strange pleasure in having shown him that she could enjoy the sex he had forced her into.
Was that true? Had she actually enjoyed it? She searched for an honest answer. She wished the circumstances could have been different but--well, it had felt good. Her nipples tingled as she remembered how the men had caressed and squeezed her breasts. And Vic's prick driving into her pussy--God, it still gave her a warm satisfied feeling, just thinking about it!
She tried to force the memory from her mind. Those weren't things a decent girl would think about.
The door opened and Max stuck his head in the room.
"So you're awake, huh?"
"Yes. Where am I?"
He crossed the room and sat on the bed beside her. "Feel rested now?"
"I guess so."
He patted her leg and her body stiffened in alarm. Dear God, hadn't she been through enough?
He grinned. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you."
His hand slid up her thigh and she jumped as he touched her cunt. Startled, she realized she wasn't wearing any panties. She had only a hazy recollection of what had happened after Vic fucked her and she'd had that exploding orgasm. She thought she dimly remembered them dressing her, but apparently they hadn't bothered with her bra and panties. No, that's right, they'd torn those to shreds when they'd ripped them off her, so now she was naked except for the blouse and skirt.
And Max's finger was probing in her pussy. "No! Please--no!"
She tried to squirm upward on the bed to avoid his touch, but he put his other hand on her stomach and anchored her in position. Then, thinking better of it, he moved the hand higher and seized her breast.
"Real nice," he murmured. "I felt your tits before but--Jesus, a guy doesn't get to play with boobs like these every day!"
"Please!" she moaned again.
"But I didn't have a chance to feel your cunt. God, you've got a hairy twat! Nice, though. Soft and warm and tight." His finger was buried deep inside her. "Jesus, no wonder Vic enjoyed it! Imagine having your cock in a tight little pussy like this!"
Abruptly he pulled his finger out and explored elsewhere. She jumped as he touched her clit and massaged it.
He chuckled. "That gets to you, doesn't it? I never saw a babe yet who didn't like to have a guy play with her clit."
She squeezed her eyes tight shut, trying to block out the sight of him and to fight against the tingling warmth in her crotch. His finger did feel good there, but she had to ignore it and refuse to let her body betray her again.
He snickered. "Honey, I bet I know what you'd like."
She felt him moving on the bed, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of opening her eyes to see what he was doing. And she felt a quick sense of elation when her strategy seemed to work. He took his finger away from her clit.
But almost immediately there was something else, a different touch that was so startling in its unexpectedness and in the exquisite sensation it caused that she leaped high off the bed. Her eyes flew wide.
She gasped at what she saw. His head was between her legs and he was--Dear God, he was licking her cunt! His warm wet tongue swept back and forth on the pink folds of her sensitive flesh, tickling and teasing as it went. It probed around the entrance to her hole and slithered inside as far as it could reach. Then it toyed with her clit, flicking lightly at first, but soon becoming more insistent as he licked harder with the flat of his tongue.
She thought she'd go out of her mind if he kept it up much longer. She remembered how Gloria had seemed almost delirious with joy when Bruce had licked her clit, and now she could understand how the other girl had felt. It might be a vile thing that Max was doing to her, but it felt simply heavenly!
Without realizing it, she had spread her legs wider apart to give him better access to her pussy. And now, unable to restrain herself, she clamped her hands on his head and. pressed him harder against her crotch.
Without warning, he pulled away and stood up.
"I thought a hot little piece like you would go for some good cuntlapping," he grinned.
She stared up at him, her eyes pleading for more, but she couldn't bring herself to openly beg him. He seized her hand and roughly pulled her to her feet.
"Come on," he said. "The guys will be wondering what in hell I'm doing up here this long."
She followed him out of the room and downstairs to a small living room where Vic and Randy were waiting.
"You were gone long enough," growled Randy. "What'd you do--screw her?"
Max grinned. "Just got her worked up a little bit. She loves to have her cunt licked."
"Where am I?" demanded Kim. "And why did you kidnap me and bring me here?"
Vic looked her up and down. "It's like this, gorgeous. We brought you here to my house as a kind of hostage--just to keep your stupid husband from getting any ideas about calling the cops. And we didn't exactly kidnap you. You were so, mad at your husband you almost came willingly. In fact, you called him a couple of choice names as we left."
"I did?" she gasped.
"You said he was selfish and thoughtless--among other things. And you ended up by calling him a lousy bastard."
For a moment she was horrified at having said such things to Gordon, but the thought of him rekindled anger at the way he had treated her.
"Serves him right," she mumbled.
Vic nodded. "I agree. But forget about him. Come on over here and let's talk about us."
She walked toward an empty chair, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on his lap. Caught off balance, she sat down awkwardly and her skirt rode high on her thighs. She remembered she wasn't wearing any panties and tried to tug the skirt down, but Vic blocked her by putting his hand on her thigh.
"You should have been an actress," he said. "You sure did a good job last night--pretending you didn't want me to fuck you."
She was still trying to fight her skirt down. "I wasn't pretending."
"Bullshit. And now you're pretending you don't. want us to see your pussy."
He was stronger than she was and her skirt had gone higher instead of lower. She glanced down, saw wisps of her pubic hair exposed.
"Please!" she murmured.
"You're among friends, gorgeous. You don't have to pretend any more. Give us a good look."
He swung her into a different position so she sat with her back against his stomach and her legs straddling his. Her thighs were spread wide and, with Randy and Max sitting directly in front of her, she knew her crotch was fully exposed to their view. Randy licked his lips.
Vic stroked his hand on the smooth velvet of her inner thigh, brushed lightly across her cunt and rubbed the other thigh. Then he combed his way through her thick mat of hair and his finger probed into her pussy.
"Christ!" he exclaimed. "You've got the juiciest damn cunt I ever felt on any girl! Every time I stick my finger in it, you're all wet and anxious to get screwed!"
"I am not!" she burst out. "I'm not the least bit anxious to get--to get--screwed!"
"No? Then how come you've got such a wet twat?"
"I--I can't help it." She pointed at Max. "It's what he did to me upstairs."
"Oh, yeah--he licked your pussy. I guess that really turned you on."
She couldn't confess that she had liked it and hadn't wanted Max to stop, so she gave no answer and suffered silently as Vic explored and caressed her cunt. But she wasn't suffering, she admitted to herself. It felt good--so good! Maybe not as wonderful as when Max had used his tongue on her pussy, but it felt good just the same. Especially when Vic worked on her clit. Now he was rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and she couldn't help squirming a little at the delicious sensation.
Suddenly he pushed her forward so she was sitting on his knees and she felt him doing something behind her back. Then he pulled her back into her previous position.
"I've got something for you," he said.
In the same instant that she felt it, she knew what he'd been doing. He'd been opening his fly.
And now his cock speared upward between her thighs.
It was hard and stiff, just as big as the first time she had seen it. No, she thought; it seems even bigger now. Without thinking, she blurted out: It's so big already!"
He chuckled. "When a gorgeous girl sits on my lap and I play with her pussy--well, I get one hell of a hard-on. Take it in your hand."
She stared at it, fascinated, as it poked up between her thighs with her tangled cunt-hair pushing against it. She took it gently in her hand and was surprised by its hardness and smoothness. Aside from Gordon's, she'd never held a prick in her hand before, and his was never this big or this hard.
"Stroke it," said Vic.
Her fingers curled around it and she lightly ran her hand up and down the length of it. It was big, yes, but she wasn't afraid of it as she had been before. It had already been deep inside her, and she continued caressing it, strangely fascinated by the thought that it was this big hard cock that had produced such exquisite pleasure in her body.
Vic took his hand away from her crotch. "Work it up and down in your cunt. Rub it on your clit."
She almost moaned when he took his finger out of her pussy and she hurried to follow his instructions. She tugged her skirt higher out of the way and eagerly crushed his prick against her cunt.
"Ahh!" she sighed.
She knew her body had betrayed her again and that Max and Randy were leaning forward, staring avidly at what she was doing. But she was beyond caring. Her crotch was alive with that wild tingling again, burning with that maddening fire, and she couldn't help herself. She guided his cockhead to her swollen clit and rubbed it back and forth on it.
His hands now free, Vic reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it off. Her big breasts swayed and jiggled with her movements.
"Hell," he said, "take your skirt off too."
Quickly she stood up and removed her skirt. Then, naked, she sat on his lap again, eagerly seized his prick and continued rubbing it in her cunt.
He caught her tits in his hands, squeezed them. Her nipples were already swollen with desire and they poked, hard and thrusting, against his palms.
His breath came out in a sudden explosive sigh as she rubbed his sensitive cockhead on her clit again. She was driving him crazy the way she was working his tool back and forth in her pussy and he didn't know how much more of it he could take.
"I've got a special treat for you, gorgeous," he said. "I'll let you put my prick in your cunt yourself."
Randy scowled. "Jesus, Vic--you already fucked her once. When do we get a turn?"
"Yeah," growled Max. "I want to get into that juicy twat of hers too."
Vic nodded. "You'll get your turn." He patted Kim's hip. "Come on, baby--put it in."
The last remnant of a faint little voice in some far recess of her mind tried to voice an objection. But the needs of her inflamed body quickly stilled it. She told herself that it wasn't her fault and she couldn't help what she was doing. Her body had finally come awake and alive. Its deep craving and yearning was something too powerful for her to control, and she could do nothing but reach out for the exquisite sensations of pleasure that her aroused body demanded.
Eagerly she seized Vic's cock firmly in her hand and tried to force it into her pussy.
"Not that way," he told her. "Lift your ass--that's it. Now put it in your twat and let yourself down on it."
It seemed wonderfully wicked somehow. She'd always thought sex was something a man did to a girl. He put his prick in her cunt and forced it deep inside of her. But now she was doing it. She was putting a man's cock in her own pussy and she was the one who was going to force it in.
She guided his swollen prick between her cuntlips, quivering at the sensation. Then the blunt tip nudged the entrance to her hole. She moved it slightly until she felt it was properly positioned, then lowered her hips a bit. His cockhead slipped inside. God, it felt good! She lowered herself further, moving slowly so she could prolong the sensation, and her wet cunt swallowed a little more of his prick. Her body sank lower--lower. She sat with her head thrown back, breathing harshly through wide parted lips. Her pussy felt completely filled, yet she knew he wasn't all the way in, and she was seized with a moment's panic as she wondered if she really could take all of his huge cock inside her again.
Then she was down all the way, sitting on his thighs. His prick was in as far as it could go and she sat motionless, impaled on the monster.
"Now ride it up and down," said Vic.
She responded instantly. It had felt so good when she forced his cock into her cunt, and now she was able to experience the same sensation over and over again. Lifting her body, up and down, she alternately pulled his prick almost free of her clasping cuntlips, then drove it far up inside her again. She almost giggled at the thought that she was fucking herself on his cock.
Vic groaned in ecstasy as his prick slid in and out of her juicy pussy.. She was no expert at what she was doing, but she more than made up for it in eagerness. She was bouncing up and down, harder and faster all the time, and her cunt was so wet and tight that she was rapidly working him up to a fever pitch.
Max and Randy still watched eagerly, bending forward for a close look at the pussy that gulped ravenously at Vic's cock. Max occasionally adjusted his swelling prick in his pants, but Randy had such a hard-on that his pants bulged ominously. Finally he stripped off his pants and shorts, his cock standing stiffly erect as he continued watching Kim fuck herself on Vic's prick.
Vic's hand strayed from her breast and he lightly fingered a blemish on her hip.
"Birthmark?" he asked.
"Yes."
Max grinned. "Looks like a cock--a hard stiff cock."
"Very appropriate," laughed Randy. "A hot piece of ass like her has the mark of a cock on her hip."
Vic's hand returned to Kim's tit, mauling it and tugging at her nipple. Now she had him so worked up that he knew he had practically reached the limit.
Again she raised her body and slammed it down hard to ram his prick deep in her cunt. Up and down--up and down. Once more her hips lifted, and almost as if she knew he was close to the peak, she held her body suspended. Just the tip of his cock remained in her pussy and she kept it there as she swung her hips in circles and bounced lightly up and down with shallow motions so that his cockhead was teased by swirling around the entrance to her cunt and alternately slipping in and out.
It was more than he could stand.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned.
Frantic, he drove his prick viciously up at her. And she happened to choose that precise instant to slam her hips downward once more. Their bodies met with a resounding slap and Vic felt his plunging cock sink to the very depths of her pussy. It was as if it triggered a gigantic earthquake somewhere inside him--his prick jerked wildly with one shock wave after another, pumping heavy jets of come into her cunt, seemingly without end.
She felt his fiery liquid gushing deep in her pussy and redoubled her efforts, fucking in a frenzy. She was getting so close! The raging fire in her body was building to the limit and every raw nerve was crying out with desire for the wonderful release of that explosion she had experienced earlier.
Abruptly, she realized that his cock had stopped jerking. And even as she continued bouncing wildly up and down she could feel that already it was noticeably more limp and soft.
"No!" she screamed. "You can't be through so soon!"
He lay back in the chair, his eyes closed and his breath coming in gasps.
"Sorry about that, gorgeous."
Her voice rose in a wail of frustration and she beat on his thighs with her fists.
Max sprang to his feet. "Don't worry, honey. I've got something here that'll satisfy that hot little twat of yours."
She looked at him with humid, smoldering eyes as he began to unbutton his shirt. Behind him, she saw Randy rising from his chair and her eyes fastened on his prick that jutted upward.
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God--yes!"
She struggled upward, rising so quickly that Vic's softening cock was pulled from her cunt with a wet plop. Her glance swept the room, seeking a bed or a sofa, any suitable place. But there was nothing. Then the floor would have to do. She'd been screwed on the floor the other time and it would be all right now too. Anywhere--as long as that stiff prick she saw in front of her got into her quivering pussy.
She threw herself on the floor and flung her legs wide.
Randy dropped between her thighs and aimed his cock at her cunt. With one brutal lunge, he sank it all the way into her.
She let out a long sigh. "Ahh!"
At the sound, Max turned. With one leg still in his pants, he balanced precariously as he stared in fury at Randy.
"You bastard!" he spat. "You lousy son of a bitch! Get your goddamn prick out of her twat! I'm going to fuck her!"
"Go to hell! I don't know when I've been in such a sweet little pussy as this one and if you think--Oh, Jesus!"
He gasped as Kim lunged up at him impatiently. His cock was buried in her cunt but he was holding still, not moving it. And she wanted some action.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded.
She wasn't even aware of the change that had come over her. Up until a few hours ago, she wouldn't have said such a thing even to her husband. But now, with her pussy flooded with one man's come and a second man's prick deep inside her, the change was complete, and she thought of nothing but the unfulfilled lust that raged through her body. There was no degradation in what she was doing, no right or wrong. There was just her consuming desire.
"Fuck me!" she cried again.
"Sure, baby!"
He started his movement, fucking in and out of her cunt with deep hard strokes. She gave a long sigh of satisfaction. It felt good, so good. This was what she craved: a hard cock filling her pussy to overflowing, plumbing the wet depths of her body. She rotated her hips, then drove them upward so Randy's plunging prick slammed into her even deeper and harder.
She sensed a sudden movement behind her and an instant later Max knelt above her, straddling her head. His distended cock hovered inches from her face.
"Goddamn it!" he growled. "I'm not going to miss all the fun. Open your mouth, baby."
A feeling of terror and panic welled up within her. Being fucked was one thing. That was normal sex, with a man's prick in her cunt where it belonged. But the thought of having it between her lilts, of having that bloated male flesh actually invade her mouth--that was something entirely different. It was an unthinkable perversion!
She shook her head violently. "No!"
"Don't give me that crap! Open your mouth!"
"No--please! I--I can't!"
Vic still lay back limply in his chair, but he grinned at them on the floor in front of him. "I'll bet she's never done that before."
Max stared at her incredulously. "A hot little piece like you--you never sucked a cock?"
"No."
"Well, shit--it's time you learned."
He seized her head, nudged his prick against her lips. She felt the smooth blunt tip trying to force its way between her lips, but she kept them pressed tightly closed and managed to jerk her head violently to one side.
"Open your fucking mouth!" he snarled.
But she fought him even harder, still keeping her lips closed and rolling her head from side to side. Then she suddenly felt Randy pull his cock out of her pussy.
"Jesus Christ!" he growled. "You're ruining a good lay with all this bullshit! Will you suck his prick, for Christ's sake?"
She shook her head.
He sighed. "Well, I'll tell you, baby--if you don't take that thing in your mouth pretty damn quick, I'm not going to put my cock back in your hot little twat where you want it. Instead, I'm going to hold your head while Max rams his prick in your mouth. And when he's through, he'll hold you while you suck me off. So we'll both get what we want, but you won't get what you want in this juicy little cunt of yours. So make up your mind damn quick."
Her eyes pleaded with him, but she knew he meant what he said. Her body was on fire and she had to have a cock in her pussy. And if she refused to do what they wanted--Oh, God, then they'd stick two pricks in her mouth!
"All--all right," she whimpered. "But--fuck me--please!"
Randy grinned. "Sure, baby."
He leaned forward and his cock slid wetly into her cunt.
"Open your mouth," said Max again.
She parted her lips, and he dropped down toward her, smirking. His cockhead slithered between her lips, forcing them wider. He lowered himself still further and his prick crept deeper into her mouth. Deeper--and deeper. She wondered how far in he was going to shove it. And then she felt the tip poke into the back of her throat. God, he was going to choke her with it! She gagged; he pulled back a bit and waited until she recovered.
"Yeah!" he breathed. "That feels good with my cock in your mouth. Now suck it, honey. Remember how you liked it when I licked your pussy? Now you're going to give me some of the. same treatment."
He began to pump his hips and drive his prick in and out of her mouth. After a minute she could feel herself relaxing as the panic left her. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. In fact, in a way it was strangely exciting to think she actually had a man's cock in her mouth. It was so big and hard--and so wonderfully smooth and soft. She marveled at the smoothness of it as it slid back and forth between her lips and she never would have believed that the skin on a rock-hard cock could feel so incredibly smooth.
"Lick it," said Max. "Use your tongue on it."
She remembered how good it felt when he'd licked her cunt. She brushed her tongue across his cock-head and from the way he groaned she decided that must feel as good to him as the cunt-lapping had felt to her.
She began to lick harder, experimenting as she went. First she flicked her tongue lightly on his prick in rapid little motions, and then she pressed harder with the flat of her tongue. He seemed to like everything she did, groaning frequently as he kept driving his prick in and out of her mouth. It slipped out until her lips were holding only the very tip and her tongue wiggled back and forth on the head, which she guessed was a very sensitive area. She could see that the entire length of his cock was gleaming wetly with her saliva. Then he reversed and plunged back deep into her mouth. She clamped her lips tighter and applied a hard suction on the upstroke, feeling a strange satisfaction when he groaned again and she realized she was pleasing him. Almost unconsciously, she began to lift her head from the floor, bobbing it up and down as she sucked his prick far into her mouth.
And her hips were also lifting upward, churning wildly, as they drove up and down to meet the thrusts of Randy's cock that slammed in and out of her throbbing pussy. Someone's hand was on her breast, squeezing it roughly and pinching her nipple. Her entire body tingled and the blood was like liquid fire in her veins.
God, she had never guessed that a man's prick inside a girl's body could arouse such delicious sensations or that it could feel so exquisitely wonderful to get fucked. And she had two pricks inside her--she was getting fucked in her cunt and in her mouth at the same time!
The raging lust within her body built to fever pitch. She longed for the marvelous release that would come, but at the same time she wanted to postpone it. She wanted to keep these two lovely cocks inside of her--driving, plunging into her body--thrilling her and lifting her to new heights of ecstasy. She wanted to be continually surrounded by cocks so she could fondle them in her hands and suck them into her mouth and feel them ram deep in her pussy. God, there weren't going to be enough cocks in all the world to satisfy the need she felt!
Above her head, Max abruptly stiffened his body as if he'd taken a large jolt of electricity and some instinct warned her what was coming. She remembered how horrified she had been at the thought of a man shooting into her mouth. But now, aroused as she was, she was suddenly eager to have him flood her mouth with come, and she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking wildly on his prick. She saw his mouth open wide as if he wanted to yell, but no sound came out.
Then his cock suddenly jerked and she felt the first jet smack against the back of her throat. For an instant she thought she was going to choke, but she fought it down. Another spurt shot into her mouth--and another, and another. There seemed to be no end to them! Her cheeks billowed outward with what he poured into her mouth. Instinctively she swallowed--and swallowed again--and felt his thick slippery sperm slide down her throat.
The jerking of his prick started to subside but still she sucked. The pungent taste of his come excited her even more and she was determined not to miss a drop.
She didn't know whether it was the way he had shot off in her mouth, but suddenly she was at the peak. It was as if she had clawed her way up a steep cliff and there was no way to go any higher.
Something exploded deep inside her--that rapturous feeling she'd been longing for. It seemed that the force of the explosion catapulted her off into space and her body twisted and leaped and bucked with the violence of what was happening inside. Somewhere she heard a scream and she thought it might have been torn from her own throat, but she couldn't be sure.
Abruptly there was another sensation. It might have been a--yes, it was. It was a rocket--a long hard rocket down between her legs that was pounding its way up into her trembling cunt. And the rocket went off with a thunderous burst. It loosed a sheet of flame and she could feel the scalding liquid jetting into her pussy. Spurt after spurt poured far up into her belly until she thought she was going to drown in it. A hysterical giggle burbled in her throat at the thought. Drowned in come! And as she felt herself sliding down into a bottomless black pit, she wondered how many cocks it would take, if they were all coming at the same time, to drown her. She realized it would have to be a great many. But that was how many she wanted--and needed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kim licked the last drop of come from the end of Vic's prick and spoke fiercely.
"I hate the bastard!"
Vic let out an explosive sigh as he fell back. "I don't blame you, gorgeous. That goddamn husband of yours is a real son of a bitch. Imagine--letting your wife get raped, rather than give up your fucking money!"
She grinned up at him. "And you'd rather have the money than me?"
"I didn't say that." He reached out and squeezed her breast. "Jesus, what a hot little piece of ass you've turned into! It's been two days we've had you here and you act like you've got a permanent itch in your cunt."
"And in my mouth."
"Yeah! Two days ago you were scared shitless about taking a prick in your mouth and now--Christ, what a cocksucker! When the hell are you ever going to get enough?"
"I don't know. But talking about it is getting me hot all over again. Fuck me, Vic."
He groaned. "I couldn't fuck you now if I had to. It feels like you've got my goddamn cock worn right down to my balls."
"Then I'll have to get one of the other guys. When are they going to be back?"
"I don't know. Soon, I guess. But they're going to want to know if we've come up with any ideas about getting some of your husband's money. And we haven't figured out a damn thing."
"I don't care about his money. I just want--"
"Yeah, I know. You just want to get screwed--and suck cocks."
"I thought you liked to screw me. And have me suck you off."
"I do--I do. But, Jesus Christ, I like money too. And I'd sure as hell like to get some from that stingy old son of a bitch you're married to."
She shrugged, and he stared at the way the movement made her big tits quiver. His eyes wandered down across her flat stomach to the thick blonde hair on her pussy. How many times had he fucked her in the last two days? He'd lost count. It seemed that every time he tried to do some serious thinking, she was waving her hot twat in his face. Or stuffing his prick into her mouth. And now that gorgeous naked body of hers was distracting him again.
He forced himself to look away.
"If I were you," he said, "I think I'd be anxious to get some money out of the old bastard."
"Why?"
"Why?" he echoed. "To pay him back--that's why."
Kim's eyes narrowed. Money, as such, wasn't that important to her, but whenever she thought about Gordon she was furious at what he'd done to her. Not that she minded the world of sex that had been opened up to her because of his treatment of her. That was simply delightful. But the callousness he'd shown in allowing her to be raped just so he could protect his money--that was what galled her. He ought to suffer for what he'd done. In fact, it would be fine poetic justice if she could somehow be instrumental in making him lose some of that damn money he was so anxious to hang onto.
Vic grinned at the look on her face. "I see you agree with me."
"I think maybe I do. But how are we going to pry any money loose from him?"
"That's the problem. I don't suppose you know of anything he's done--something that would give us a chance to blackmail him."
"Him? Of course not."
"That's what I thought. Maybe we could say we're holding you for ransom."
She snorted. "Are you crazy? You saw how he cares more about his money than he does about me. He wouldn't pay any ransom."
"Yeah--I guess it wouldn't work."
"I don't know what your problem is," said Max from the doorway, "but I have something that works. Look what I have for you, Kim, baby."
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was half hard, so it stuck outward from his body.
Kim squealed with delight. "Lovely! You've got a hard-on already!"
"From thinking about you, baby--and how I'm going to slip it in your juicy cunt. Is it juicy today?"
"It's always juicy."
Vic growled. "Goddamn thing never gets a chance to dry out."
Kim wiggled down onto the floor on her back and reached out for Max's prick.
"Bring it closer."
He hastily stripped his clothes off and stood above her. She reached up, eagerly curled her fingers around his cock. Stroking it lightly with one hand, she fondled his balls with the other.
"Hmm," she murmured. "Beautiful! Did you know a stiff prick is the most beautiful thing in the world? Kneel down here and stick it in my mouth. Anything that beautiful deserves to be sucked."
Max knelt above her head and she guided his cock to her lips. Her tongued flicked out to lightly brush the tip, and then she began to lick the sensitive head.
Max squirmed. He began to grow impatient as she continued licking his prick with such a soft, teasing touch. She'd learned damn fast how she could drive a man crazy with her tongue, and yet prolong the whole thing until he almost went out of his mind. But this time Max felt like getting on with it instead of prolonging it.
He lunged downward, trying to spear his cock into her mouth, but she turned her head to the side and kept on licking. He opened his mouth to snarl at her, but suddenly changed his mind. Goddamn teasing bitch! If she wanted to play games, he knew how to do a little teasing himself.
As she licked back and forth on his prick from one end to the other, he swung around and reversed his position so his face was above her crotch. Instantly she realized what he was going to do and she threw her legs wide. He started licking on the smooth inner surface of her thigh, traveled upward and crossed over to lick his way down on the other thigh. He worked back and forth, but was careful to keep his tongue out of her pussy.
She wiggled her hips impatiently.
Grinning to himself, he licked a little closer. His tongue poked through her cunt-hair and made a complete circle around her eager twat without actually touching it.
"Bastard!" she hissed. "Stop teasing!"
He opened her cuntlips, flicked his tongue against the glistening pink folds of her flesh. With just the lightest touch, he licked back and forth in her pussy, being careful not to touch her clit.
At last she got the message. She plunged his prick deep in her mouth and sucked it hard.
He gasped with the suddenness of it, then reciprocated. First he licked hard on her angry red clit, then he captured it between his lips and held it there while he still washed his tongue all over it. She quivered, pressed her crotch up to grind her cunt hard against his mouth.
One thing he had to say for her. Once she made up her mind to really suck his cock, she sure went at. it. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down as she worked his prick in and out between her soft lips, and all the time her tongue swirled and licked. He knew he wasn't far from exploding, and the way her hips were churning he didn't think she was either.
Perversely, he suddenly decided this wasn't the way he wanted to finish up. He wanted to pour his come into her pussy.
She was sucking so hard on his cock there was a wet plop as he pulled it out of her mouth, and she let out a wail as he stopped lapping her cunt. But the wail changed to a gurgle of delight as she realized what he was going to do and she eagerly tugged her cuntlips open for him.
"There it is, lover!" she breathed. "My juicy pussy--waiting for you. Ram that lovely big prick into me--fuck me!"
He poked the blunt end of his throbbing cock into the moist entrance, then gave one lunging thrust and sank it full-length into her cunt. Christ, she was wet! He wondered if it was because of the way he'd been licking her or whether she was in such a constant state of arousal that, as Vic had said, her twat never really got a chance to dry out.
Now that he had his prick buried to the hilt in her pussy, he suddenly changed his mind again. Now he decided he wanted to prolong it after all. Why be in such a rush to end a good thing? Sure, it would feel great to come and pump his jism into her. But it felt great right now with his bloated cock stuffed deep in her gorgeous naked body, her warm, wet cunt clasping it tightly. It felt as though his prick were swelling even bigger as it absorbed the heat of her body and he wondered if that was possible. How big could it get?
Kim urgently drummed her heels on his ass. "Stop playing, damn it! Can't you fuck any better than that?"
He grinned at her mockingly. Goddamn hot little bitch! Two days ago the sight of a cock almost scared the-piss out of her, and now she thought she was an expert on fucking. Grudgingly, he had to admit She was pretty damn good, at that.
Slowly, very slowly, he pulled his prick outward and he heard her long sigh of relief as he started to move. Now he had his hard shaft halfway out. Now it was so far out that just his cockhead remained in the opening of her cunt. Holding it there, he jabbed it lightly into her in short little strokes.
She let out a shriek of frustration and clamped her legs around his hips, trying to force him further inside of her.
"Bastard!" she cried. "Don't tease--fuck me before I go out of my mind!"
He started fucking into her with long slow strokes that alternately buried his prick in her pussy and then almost pulled it completely out. Her pink cuntlips curled outward on the upstroke so he could see the glistening drops of her juices, then folded in-ward to clasp his cock tightly as he drove it in again. It reminded him of her soft moist lips as she'd previously sucked his prick.
"That's better," she breathed. "Real deep--that's it! God, I never want to be without a cock for the rest of my life!"
Still fucking, he bent forward and licked her tit. Her nipple stood hard and erect, and he licked that too, then pulled it into his mouth and sucked it harshly.
She moaned. "Good--that feels good. But--when you bend over like that you're not getting your prick as deep before."
He nipped her nipple lightly with his teeth, gave it a final lick, then straightened his body. His cock sank its full length in her cunt.
"That's better," she murmured. "Now do it harder."
He increased his tempo, fucking faster and ramming his prick into her in long deep strokes.
"Harder," she demanded.
In spite of his desire to prolong it, he was rapidly reaching the point where he was going to lose his control. He increased his tempo again. His cock pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her dripping pussy and buried itself with such force that his balls smacked against her ass and her body quivered with the impact. Her lush tits danced on her chest and he caught them in his hand, squashing their ripe softness between his fingers and tugging on her hard nipples.
She moaned softly. "Ohh--yes! Ram it into me! Fuck me--fuck me!"
Her head rocked violently from side to side and her nails raked his back. She lifted her hips, driving upward at him to match his strokes.
Reaching down, he seized the soft, rounded cheeks of her ass and kneaded them, his fingers digging deep in her yielding flesh. Now he was fucking at top speed, and he felt the tightening sensation low in his belly that warned him he was almost at the peak.
He pushed her legs up, bending her almost double so her knees were squashed on her big tits. The position gave him slightly better access to her pussy and he felt himself sinking into her just a little bit deeper, his cockhead banging against her cervix.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned.
He'd reached the point where there was no holding back. He slammed his prick into her once--twice. And that did it!
He felt the come burst loose in his balls and race the length of his cock. The first heavy spurt splashed far into the depths of her cunt.
She let out a harsh gasp at the feel of his hot jism inside her. Her body stiffened, hanging suspended in the air, while his jerking prick pumped another jet of cum into her--and another--and another. She gave a piercing scream and her body dissolved in a series of wild convulsions. He held her upturned legs, fucking in a frenzy as her body thrashed beneath him. Still his cock spurted into her until he imagined that her pussy must be filled to overflowing; that it must be leaking out and running down on her ass. Now her own warm juices were mixed with his, flowing over his trembling prick.
His jets of sperm grew weaker, finally ceased. And the frantic contortions of her body slowly subsided. At last they both My still, his shrinking cock still nestled in her cunt.
She breathed a long sigh. "I think I blew myself apart!"
"Yeah. You sure are a hot little piece, honey."
She smiled. "And you really know how to satisfy a girl. Give me a chance to catch my breath and we'll do it again."
"Like hell," said Vic. "You're leaving."
She swung her head and stared at him. "Leaving? You sore at me or something?" She laughed lightly. "I can fix that. Wait until this big stud gets his prick out of my pussy and I'll suck your cock and--"
"That's our problem--with you around here, we're getting nothing else done. You've always got a prick in your mouth or in your hot little twat. Christ, I can't even think any more!"
She grinned. "What's to think about as long as you can fuck?"
"Your husband's goddamn money--that's what's to think about! Do you want to get back at him and hit him in his bankbook where it'll really hurt?"
She pushed Max off and sat up. "You bet I do!"
"Okay, then," nodded Vic. "Let's do something about it."
"Like what?"
"That's what we've got to figure out. You get your ass out of here so I can think of something beside cunt. And if you're back home with the old bastard maybe you can come up with an idea for squeezing some cash loose from him."
She looked doubtful. "Well, I don't know--"
"Come here."
She climbed up from the floor and stood beside him. For a moment he looked at the cum dribbling out of her pussy and running down her leg. Then he poked a finger into her cunt and rubbed her clit.
"You'd like us to fuck you again, wouldn't you?"
Her body trembled and she spread her legs further apart to give him better access to her pussy.
"God, yes!" she breathed.
"Then you'd better come back with a good idea how we can get your old man's money. Because you're not getting laid again--and you're not sucking any cocks--until you tell us how to get the money."
CHAPTER FIVE
But back in her own home, Kim thought after a few days that she would surely go out of her mind. Everything was changed and no matter how hard she might try, things could never again be the same.
There was the strained relationship, for one thing, between herself and Gordon. Even though he'd been genuinely happy about her safe return, there had been a dreadful scene between them. She couldn't help expressing her feelings on how he'd treated her--how he'd preferred to see her raped rather than part with his money. And he didn't come right out and say it, but she could read in his eyes the way he felt about the disgusting scene on the floor when she'd enjoyed being fucked by Vic.
But there was even more that strained the relationship between them. Kim learned that Gordon had called the police that night as soon as she had left with Vic and his friends.
"You called the cops?" she cried. "Why?"
"Why? Because three young hoodlums had tried to rob me and had kidnapped my wife."
"But they warned you they might kill me if you called the cops."
"But they didn't."
They didn't discuss it again after that, but to Kim it was simply another indication of how little Gordon seemed to care about her. Someone had tried to rob him and he wanted to see them punished, even though it had endangered her safety.
God, she thought, I hate him! And I'll find a way for Vic to get his damn money!
But it wasn't quite as easy as that. In fact, the very first day she was home, she wondered if Gordon was going to succeed in seeing Vic arrested.
Gordon called the police again and told them Kim was home. And she had to answer a lot of questions.
The officer was very nice about it. He already had descriptions of the three men from Gordon and the main thing he wanted to find out was whether Kim could tell him where the men had taken her and where they were now. Until that moment, it hadn't occurred to her that she could turn them in. It was what they deserved, of course, and she toyed with the idea for an instant. But they would surely strike back at her if she did that. They wouldn't hesitate to tell everything about her and the details would get back to Gordon. How she'd willingly--and eagerly--let all three of them fuck her. How she liked to have her pussy licked and how she loved to suck their cocks. Oh God, things were bad enough now and she couldn't let Gordon learn those things about her!
She surprised herself with how well she could improvise, telling the officer a tale of how she'd been blindfolded and had no idea of where the men had taken her. And how she'd heard them talking among themselves, so she knew they were scared and had probably already left the country by this time.
The officer seemed to believe it, but she didn't think Gordon did. There was still that look in his eyes, as if he could guess the things she'd done with those three men during the time she'd been with them.
She wondered if it showed somehow. Did a girl's mouth look different after she'd become a cock-sucker? Did she walk differently after being screwed so often? That was ridiculous, she told herself.
But there was that look in Gordon's eyes, and a strained silence developed between them.
Bruce was also a problem at times.
On one occasion he slipped up behind her in the kitchen. Before she even knew he was there, he lightly patted her ass, then squeezed it. She whirled around and backed away from him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she blazed.
He shrugged. "I figured you wouldn't mind a little feel--not after the way you've been passing it out!"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, come off it--I'm not stupid. I hear the leader of that gang screwed you right on the floor in the den. Then he took you with him because he liked the-free sample he got and wanted more."
"You're crazy! It wasn't like that--"
"And the way I figure it, the other two sure as hell weren't going to sit on their asses and watch him have all the fun. So you must have taken on all three of them."
She stared at him in horror, inwardly cringing at how shrewdly he had guessed what had happened.
His eyes ran over her body. "And I don't see any bruises on you--which means they didn't have to beat you to make you give in. In other words, you were happy to cooperate and have all three of them enjoy your beautiful white body."
She tried to say something--anything--but there was a terrible dryness in her throat and no words came.
Again he shrugged. "Perfectly natural, I guess. You don't get any sex from the old man, so when three young studs show you what you've been missing you sort of go off your trolley and try to make up for lost time."
She managed a hoarse whisper. "You--you--"
"After all the fun you had, I'll bet you miss it now. Sort of leaves you feeling kind of empty down between your legs, doesn't it?" He stepped closer to her. "I know how to satisfy a girl. Hell, you watched me with Gloria--you saw how happy I made her when I slipped the old meat into her. Why don't we go upstairs and get you bare ass naked and I'll be happy to give you what you want."
She found her voice then as she snatched up a butcher knife and whirled on him.
"Get away from me, you--you vile--you abominably filthy thing! You're insane--you're sick in the head! If you ever come near me again I'll--I'll--"
"Think about my offer."
He grinned and sauntered from the kitchen.
For a long time she leaned against the sink, trying to control the shaking in her body. She felt sick inside. Not only at the way he had guessed what she'd done with Vic and his friends. But also at the way he'd openly propositioned her. Imagine being propositioned by your own stepson! And most of all, at the way he'd assumed she'd be happy to jump into bed with him because she must be so anxious for sex.
Damn him, she muttered to herself. Damn him and his accurate insight! She wasn't so anxious for sex that she'd let her own stepson fuck her. But she was anxious for it. She remembered the heavenly feel of a hard cock inside of her and how ecstatic it had been with Vic and Max and Randy pounding at her cunt. Oh God, she had to put thoughts like that out of her mind! If she kept thinking abut it, her pussy was going to get all wet again.
But the next day it was even worse.
Again Bruce slipped up on her. And this time he reached around from behind to capture both her wrists in one hand while his other hand fastened on her breast. Surprised by the suddenness of it, she was frozen while he rubbed and squeezed her tit.
"No bra!" he grunted in surprise.
Quickly he opened the top buttons on her blouse and slipped his hand inside to cup her bare breast in his palm.
"Yeah!" he breathed. "I knew you had big bobs, but these are something else! I could really go for you, Kim--I like girls who don't wear a bra."
She couldn't tell him she'd gone without a bra because it somehow made her feel sexier, and that she was aching for sex. Nor could she tell him--and she prayed he wouldn't find out--that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
She told herself she had to fight him off, make him stop. It wasn't right, her own stepson with his hand inside her blouse and feeling her bare tits like this. But it felt so good the way he stroked and squeezed, and her mind couldn't seem to make her body obey the command to fight. She could feel her nipples growing hard and thrusting against the palm of his hand as he rubbed back and forth.
"Did you leave your panties off too?" he whispered in her ear. "Let's find out."
But he made a mistake at that point. Reluctant to take his hand from her tits, he let go of her wrists and used that hand to reach for the hem of her skirt.
A sob caught in her throat. She couldn't let him discover she wasn't wearing panties; that her cunt was already wet from the excitement he had aroused in her. Her body erupted in sudden desperate motion and she chopped her heel down hard on his in-step at the same time that she drove both elbows backward into his stomach.
He doubled up, gasping, and hopped on one foot.
"You bitch!" he panted.
She thought he was going to lunge at her and she frantically looked around for the butcher knife. But just then the doorbell rang. For another moment Bruce glared at her, then gave her a crooked grin.
"Saved by the bell, huh, Kim? Okay, you win this one. Go answer the damn bell--I have to go out."
Her mind was still in a turmoil and her body was trembling as she spoke to the man at the door and invited him in.
"My name is Perkins," he said when they were seated. "I'm from the paper."
It took her a moment longer to realize he was a re-porter and wanted a story from her about the kid-napping. She moaned inwardly, wishing she'd been thinking more clearly and had found out who he was before inviting him in. Now she was stuck with him and she repeated the same story she'd given the police officer, reciting it mechanically while her mind kept wandering back to the scene with Bruce in the kitchen.
"Mrs. Rogers?"
She came back to the present. "Oh--what?"
"I asked if they mistreated you?"
"No--not at all."
She caught him staring, followed the direction of his gaze and saw her blouse was stretched taut across her breasts. Her hard nipples, still standing erect, punched boldly against the thin fabric, leaving no doubt that she was wearing no bra.
She started to shift her position, then stopped. What was wrong with a girl going without a bra? And if he wanted to stare at the way her nipples poked against her blouse--well, it was good for a girl's ego to know that a man wanted to stare.
In fact, maybe she'd give him something more to look at.
When he lit a cigarette she got an aslitray, then bent over in front of him to place it on the coffee table. The two buttons on her blouse that Bruce had opened were still unbuttoned, and she thought that ought to give Mr. Perkins a good look down her neckline as she bent over. She lingered in that position for a moment as she saw his eyes widen. Then he swallowed. Yes, he must be getting a good look at her big, dangling breasts.
She returned to her seat, a little thrill running up and down her spine. Except for the time she had spent with Vic and his friends, she had never deliberately flaunted her body in front of a man and now she found it strangely exciting.
That was Bruce's fault--damn him. Back there in the kitchen he'd gotten her aroused and that's why she was acting this way. She remembered the feel of his hand on her tits, the harsh scrape of his palm across her nipples. That had started the familiar tingling in her body and had probably--yes, she could feel the moisture in her pussy.
She tried to concentrate on Mr. Perkins' questions, but her mind wouldn't obey. Damn Bruce anyway, getting her this aroused! And damn him for understanding her so well, for knowing how eagerly she'd respond and how badly she needed a man.
And a cock.
Maybe he hadn't gone out, after all. Maybe he was still waiting in the kitchen and she could--God, not with her own stepson!
Damn him for being her stepson! If he was anyone else--and if he was still in the kitchen--she'd like to pull her blouse and skirt off and lie on the table and have him screw her right there. Have him sink his big prick all the way into her tingling cunt.
Why did he have to be her stepson? Why couldn't he be someone else--anyone else? A stranger--someone like--like--Mr. Perkins.
She stared at him. Could she really bring herself to fuck with a man she didn't even know, a total stranger? But then she asked herself, why not? Vic had been a stranger, and Max and Randy, and look how wonderful it had been when they screwed her! Besides, it wasn't her fault that she felt this way. It was Gordon and Bruce--father and son, she thought with an inward smirk. It was their fault. Gordon had started it by letting her get raped and now Bruce had made it worse back there in the kitchen.
Suppose she got caught? But there wasn't much chance of that. It was Saturday, but Gordon was tied up at the office all day and Bruce had gone out. She had the house to herself--Mr. Perkins.
She looked at him with a new interest. He was young and fairly good-looking. Maybe not as muscular as Bruce or Vic, but that didn't matter. He was a man and had a cock between his legs, and she needed it.
She leaned forward again, giving him another good view of her breasts. And at the same time, she managed to hitch her skirt up without being too obvious about it so he could look at her legs. She wished he would uncross his own legs so she could watch for a bulge in his pants and tell whether he was getting a hard-on. But at least he was looking. No, he was openly staring, and she saw him swallow hard several times. He particularly seemed to like looking at her legs.
She tried not to smile. If he got excited by looking at her legs, wait until she showed him the rest. As yet, he probably didn't realize she wasn't wearing any panties.
She shifted her position as she talked, letting her skirt ride higher on her thighs. Was it high enough now? She thought so, but just to be sure she worked it a little higher.
Mr. Perkins nervously licked his lips.
Now you'll get a real view, she mentally promised him. And I hope it stiffens your prick and gets you ready.
Carelessly she let her knees fall apart a slight distance. Then a little further. She followed his gaze and could see him practically straining his eyes, but he still didn't seem to notice her panties were missing.
She opened her thighs a little more. Maybe his eyesight was bad. Or maybe with the light blonde hair on her crotch he still wasn't sure. It was too bad she didn't have dark cunt-hair so it would stand out.
Damn him, couldn't he tell when a girl was trying to show him her pussy? She jerked her legs further apart.
Now he knew.
He jumped as if he was suddenly startled and his eyeballs seemed to bulge in their sockets. Then apparently he began to sweat because he ran his hand over his brow.
It was a new experience for her--a terribly exciting one--to sit there, calmly pretending ignorance, while she knew he was gazing at her exposed cunt. She could almost feel his eyes on her, crawling up her inner thighs, fastening on her pussy. She wondered if her cunt-hair was damp and if he could see how dreadfully aroused she was.
Apparently he could because he hastily stuffed his papers and his pencil into his pockets. A thrilling shiver ran up her spine as she anticipated his movements. He wasn't going to be slow about it, she could tell that. Now he was going to leap to his feet--and grab her and fuck her. Would he do it on the sofa or on the floor? She didn't care where it was.
There, she was right. He did practically leap to his feet. And now that he stood up she could see the effect she'd had on him. He'd gotten a hard-on--a hell of a hard-on, judging from the way his pants bulged front. And he seemed extremely nervous, but maybe that's the way he was.
His voice was kind of rasping. "Thank you, Mrs. Rogers. I'll phone you if I need any more information."
Dumfounded, she stared up at him. "What?"
He practically bolted for the door. "I--I have to leave."
"Wait!"
"Sorry--another appointment."
Before she could say anything further he was gone, slamming the door behind him.
She sat frozen for a long minute, then started screaming every curse she could think of. First she swore at herself for being too anxious and scaring him off. Then she swore at him for running off and leaving her with a tingling, throbbing pussy and no way of satisfying her terrible need.
For hours she roamed the empty house, alternately cursing Mr. Perkins and trying to think where she could find a man. She might go back to Vic. But no, he wouldn't give her what she wanted until she came up with some idea of how to get money out of Gordon. And she couldn't see any way at all.
That bastard Perkins! What kind of a queer was he to run off in a panic when a girl showed him her body? Was something wrong with her body? Savagely she tore off her blouse and skirt and stood naked in front of the mirror in her room. Her breasts were superb--big and full and thrusting. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her legs were exquisite. And the patch of curly blonde hair on her cunt ought to appeal to a man instead of driving him out the door.
Her nipples still stood firmly erect and she remembered the feel of Bruce's touch. Her hands crept up to her breasts, stroking them, squeezing gently, rubbing across her nipples. It wasn't the same as a man doing it, but it still felt good.
One hand stole downward across her stomach. The fingers wormed their way through her pubic hair, parted her cuntlips. Then a finger poked into her pussy and she gasped with sudden pleasure.
As in a trance, she stepped backward to the bed and sat down on the edge. If her legs were spread wide--there, that was it. Slowly she inserted her finger as deep as she could get it in her wet hole. God, it felt good! Her body trembled and shook. She worked her finger in and out, closing her eyes and trying to pretend she was getting fucked.
But it wasn't the same. She was still doing it to herself instead of having a man do it, and her finger was too short and couldn't get in as deep as a prick.
Could she get two fingers in?
Gingerly she experimented, and found it would work. Frantically she drove both fingers deep in her quivering cunt and plunged them back and forth. Her other hand left her breasts and clawed at her crotch.
"Ai!" she gasped as it found her clit.
Her breath came in gasps and she lay back weakly on the bed. In the mirror she could see her upturned ass and her fingers straining to reach the depths of her pussy. Somehow it was even more exciting to watch in the mirror. It was almost as if she was watching another person, as if she was spying on some other girl who was lewdly playing with herself. She could see the girl's fingers glistening with moisture as they pulled out of her cunt and she noticed that the pubic hair was getting matted with the secretions from her pussy.
"You've got a juicy cunt," she giggled at the blonde in the mirror.
The other girl wiggled her ass at her.
"And you like to play with your clit."
Between her spread legs, the other girl's big tits jiggled and danced with her movements.
"But most of all you love to get fucked. You adore a hard cock in your pussy--pumping in and out--fucking--fucking--fucking!"
Her voice rose to a screech as she plunged her fingers almost hysterically into her cunt and violently rubbed her clit. But she knew it was no use. What she was doing felt wonderful but it wasn't the same as a prick inside of her. She wasn't going to come. She couldn't reach that delicious pinnacle of sensation she longed for where everything inside exploded.
Suddenly she tore her hands away from her crotch, lying limply on the bed in frustration and gazing at herself in the mirror with disgust and loathing. God, what kind of creature was she turning into? To play with herself like that, to watch herself in the mirror as she did it--she must be sinking into the depths of depravity!
Perhaps a swim in the pool would help. It would give her something to do and it might help cool the blazing fire that raged through her body.
Quickly she put on her bikini and ran outside to-ward the pool behind the house.
But as she scurried across the yard she suddenly hesitated, frowning, at the sound of a low voice and a giggle. It seemed to come from behind the hedge that separated the lawn from the pool area and she crossed over, peeked through the hedge, then stifled a quick gasp of surprise.
Bruce lay there in front of her. But he wasn't-alone. Nestled in one arm with her head on his shoulder was a girl with jet black hair.
She wore a bikini bottom so skimpy that it barely covered her crotch. And that was all she wore. The discarded top part of the bikini lay beside her.
The girl had the biggest breasts Kim had ever seen. They were enormous and Bruce was obviously intrigued by them as he stroked and fondled them.
Suddenly he squirmed and Kim saw that even though he still wore his trunks, the girl had her hand inside them and was playing with his cock.
Then Kim gasped again. There were two hands in Bruce's trunks.
She shifted her position for a better look and her eyes widened. In Bruce's other, arm lay a redhead. She had already discarded her bikini or whatever she'd been wearing and she was completely naked.
"Jesus!" groaned Bruce. "You girls are cooking up a storm down there! Which one of you is playing with my balls?"
The redhead grinned. "That's me, darling. I know how you like it. Besides, Wendy's trying to keep your prick all to herself and the only thing I can get ahold of is your balls."
"I am not!" protested Wendy. "His cock is big enough for you to play with too, Rita." Then she shivered a little. "It's really big!"
Rita nodded. "I know how big it is. That's why I brought you along this time--remember? I told you, you've been wasting your time screwing around with those kids and you ought to come with me and have a man's prick for a change. Remember, little sister?"
"Little sister?" echoed Bruce. "With the tits she's got, there's nothing little about her."
Rita sniffed. "You too? How come all you men flip over overgrown tits? Hell, size isn't everything."
"She's always been jealous of my boobs," giggled Wendy.
"Bullshit!" said Rita. Then she tugged at Bruce's trunks. "Are you going to keep these damn things on all day?"
"I might. I'm the modest type."
"You're a bastard--and a horse's ass. But modest you're not. Come on, Wendy, help me get this trunks off."
He lifted his ass off the ground to help them and the two girls worked. the trunks over his hips and down along his thighs. But by the time they reached his knees Wendy had lost interest in the trunks and Rita finished by herself, pulling them over his feet and dropping them to one side. When she turned back again, Wendy held Bruce's cock firmly in her hand and was gazing at it rapturously.
"God, how big and stiff! Look at the head on it!" Rita nodded. "I told you I'd show you a real man's tool. Just wait until he sticks it in you!"
Wendy shivered with delight at the thought and began lightly pumping his prick in her hand. But Bruce suddenly shoved her away.
"You can't play with it yet."
She stared at him. "Why not?"
"You're not naked."
Wendy glanced at the skimpy bikini bottom snuggled around her hips. Then she leaped to her feet and quickly shoved the tiny garment down over her hips. As she bent to step out of it, her huge breasts dangled and swayed. Then she straightened, naked, and stood for his inspection.
"God!" he murmured. "You've got a hairy twat!"
She fingered her thick bush of pubic hair. "Just like my sister, only hers is red. I guess hairy cunts run in the family."
"Maybe it comes from the hair being well fertilized," said Rita. "Is come a good fertilizer?"
Bruce looked back at Wendy, gazing upward past her crotch to her breasts that jiggled with her slightest movement.
"Jesus, what a pair of tits! Bring 'em down here."
She sprawled on the ground, leaning over him and dangling a breast above his face. Then she lowered it so her nipple brushed his lips. His tongue stabbed out, washed over her nipple. She dropped her tit lower, driving the nipple between his lips. He drew it into his mouth and sucked it greedily.
Rita was disgusted. "Hell, just because her tits are big, that doesn't make them anything so special! Here, trying working on my tit and see if there's anything wrong with it."
She bent above him from the other side and Bruce looked upward at two breasts dangling side by side above him. He seized a tit in each hand, squeezed them together until their nipples were touching. Then he licked them eagerly, his tongue scraping back and forth over both of them together.
"Urn," breathed Rita. "That feels good."
"Lovely," murmured Wendy.
They pressed their breasts down harder against him and he opened his mouth, let the two nipples slip inside, then sucked them together. At the same time his hands roamed downward and he found a soft thigh on each side of him. Stroking upward, he came to the girls' pussies. His fingers combed their way through the thick pubic hair and parted their cuntlips. He zeroed in on one clit with his right hand, then the other one with his left.
Wendy let out a loud gasp.
Rita sighed happily.
Wendy's clit was harder than Rita's and he thought she was more aroused. But he stroked and massaged the two little pebbles and soon Rita's was just as hard as Wendy's. Then he shifted his position slightly, explored further in the girls' cunts and poked a fingertip into their holes. Slowly he shoved his fingers inward until he had them buried all the way in their pussies. It was the only way to go, he told himself. Two tits to suck on and two twats to play with.
Suddenly Rita gave Wendy a shove. "You and your damn big tits! You're crowding my nipple right out of his mouth!"
Wendy smiled sweetly. "Jealous again, big sister?"
"Jealous? Of those big things? What do they do for you--except give you something to wiggle and shake in a man's face? Tell me one thing they're good for--one thing you can do that I can't do with normal sized tits!"
For an instant Wendy glared at her, then broke into a wide grin. "Yeah--I'll show you one thing."
She threw herself on her back, seized Bruce's cock and pulled him down so he was kneeling astride her chest. Placing his swollen prick in the deep cleft between her breasts, she squeezed her billowing tits in-ward so the soft flesh flowed over his cock and covered it completely.
Wendy beamed triumphantly at her sister. "You flat-chested girls aren't any good for this." To Bruce she said, "Bet you never fucked a pair of tits before, did you? Go ahead--see how you like it."
He worked his hips, pumping his prick back and forth in the warm tunnel of breast flesh. Her skin had the smooth feel of velvet, clinging excitingly as his cock glided through. One minute the tip of his prick peeped out at the top near her throat and then withdrew again the next moment, lost to sight between the mounded white tits she pressed around it. Two pointing nipples punched between her fingers.
Rita snorted. "Hell, anybody who's misshapen can do that. Let me show you something that takes real talent."
She snatched Bruce's cock from between her sister's breasts and pushed him over so he lay on his back. Then she sprawled beside him, her breasts crushed on his thigh and her face only inches from his prick. Her head dropped lower and her tongue slowly crept out and brushed against his cockhead. He jumped.
Then she started licking. First her tongue darted back and forth in tiny light stabbing motions, but then she began to vary that with long sweeping strokes. Up and down the length of his prick she worked, her tongue licking, brushing, teasing, until his entire throbbing shaft gleamed wetly. with her saliva.
Finally she changed her tactics again. Her lips parted and she slipped the tip of his cock between them. Then, with her lips pressing tightly around it, she slowly lowered her head and forced his prick into her mouth. Very slowly it disappeared from sight. Further--still further it slithered between her clasping lips, until the head rammed into the back of her throat and she couldn't take any more of it.
And then she started to suck it. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, then faster. Her soft lips clung eagerly and her cheeks hollowed inward with the force of the suction she applied. And all the time her tongue flicked and licked on his cock while she sucked.
"Jesus!" he groaned. "Suck it, baby--suck it!"
His fingers fastened in her hair and he forced her head up and down in faster motions, his hips lifting as he drove his prick upward into her mouth.
Wendy wasn't impressed. "Shit, anybody can suck a cock. I've never done it before but--here, let me try it."
She pushed her sister away and seized Bruce's prick in her hand. For an instant she stared at it.
"God, it's big! How do you get the whole thing in your mouth?"
Bruce squirmed and yanked her head down. "Don't talk so much! Just take it in your mouth and suck it!"
She opened her lips, experimentally eased his cockhead between them. Apparently satisfied with that, she abruptly dropped her head and plunged his prick deep into her mouth. Then she began bobbing her head rapidly up and down as she'd seen her sister do, but she wasn't sucking as hard as Rita had sucked; she was just driving his prick in and out between her lips without using her tongue or licking it. Rita laughed. "I told you it took real talent to suck a prick. You're just an amateur."
Wendy jerked Bruce's cock out of her mouth. "What the hell do you mean? I'm just as good as you are!"
Trying to get his prick back in Wendy's mouth, Bruce snarled at the girls: "Christ, will you two stop your yammering? Wendy has bigger tits, but Rita's a better cocksucker. Now, goddamn it, one of you get this thing back in your mouth and suck it!"
Wendy pouted. "If she's so good, let her do it."
But Rita shook her head at Bruce. "I don't think so, darling."
He stared at her. "What?"
"I don't mind sucking your prick but--well, a girl likes a little action too. I want you to lick my pussy."
"Okay, damn it, lie down."
"In fact, let's see how well you can lick two cunts--eat two girls together."
Wendy squealed with delight and the girls stretched out side by side, their knees drawn up and thighs thrust wide apart. Bruce crawled up between Rita's legs, used the fingers of one hand to open her cuntlips while his other hand went to work on Wendy's twat. Then he stabbed his tongue into Rita's pussy.
"Ahh!" she sighed.
He began to lick with the light teasing motions she had used on his cock, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth against the pink folds of her cunt. He stiffened his tongue, drilled it into her hole and poked it as far inside her as he could get it. And finally he worked his way up to her clit, let his tongue brush softly against it.
She jumped and moaned.
He licked back and forth on the little nub. Now he licked with a light flicking motion, and now he used the flat of his tongue in long sweeping strokes. Rita rotated her pelvis in little circles and drove her pussy upward at him.
"Lovely!" she breathed. "I told Wendy you can really eat a girl!"
"You told me," wailed Wendy, "but all I've got so far is his damn finger in my cunt!"
Bruce grinned and changed girls. Now he licked and teased Wendy's pussy while he fingered Rita's twat.
Behind the hedge, still watching avidly, Kim barely managed to suppress a groan of frustration. It had been bad enough when she watched the girls sucking Bruce's cock, wishing all the time that she could gulp that hard prick into her own mouth. But now this was even worse. She remembered too clearly--and desperately longed for--the exquisite feel of a man's tongue on her cunt. Less than ten feet away were two girls getting their cunts licked, and all she could do was stand and watch.
Kim wondered if it was possible to go insane with a frustrated desire for sex. Damn Vic for arousing this terrible need inside her! And damn him twice for telling her not to come back for more sex until she thought of a way to get Gordon's money. Damn Gordon and his money!
Now Bruce had moved back to Rita and was licking her pussy again. God, she was wet! Even from where she stood, Kim could hear the juicy slurping noises as Bruce dragged his tongue through the girl's cunt.
Kim's hand slid down toward her crotch and she unconsciously shifted her feet further apart to allow room for her hand to slip between her thighs. Even through the bikini the touch was electrifying on her pussy and a jolt ran through her whole body. She was almost as wet as Rita. She could feel the moisture in the fabric of the bikini.
Her hand slid back and forth in her crotch and her breath started coming faster.
Bruce was back between Wendy's legs again, his tongue busily working in her cunt. And she seemed even wetter than her sister.
"Aren't you going to fuck us?" asked Rita.
Bruce raised his head. "Tell you what. You were bragging to Wendy about the size of my cock. So I'll fuck her first."
"And what do I get?"
"You're such a good cocksucker you can get me hard again. Then I'll fuck you."
He crawled up between Wendy's outstretched legs and nudged the blunt tip of his prick between her cuntlips. Then he suddenly lunged forward with his hips. She was so wet he slid all the way in with one push.
She let out a wild cry of delight.
Kim almost cried out too, though not with delight. The one thing she craved even more than a man's tongue licking her pussy was a hard cock deep inside her. There, before her eyes, was a cock sliding into another girl's cunt, and she could only watch helplessly.
She was startled to find that, without her realizing it, her hand had slid down inside her bikini pants and her finger had crept into her pussy. God, no--she couldn't start that again! She had to take her hand away. But it was almost as if it was someone else's hand, oblivious to the commands from her brain. The hand stayed inside her bikini pants, re-fusing to move, and the finger found her clit and rubbed it. She was sure she was going to scream.
"What a--heavenly--big--prick!" panted Wendy. "It feels--so good--in my cunt. Fuck me--fuck me hard!"
Bruce pumped his hips back and forth, driving his cock viciously into her pussy with full-length strokes and battering her body so hard that her huge tits leaped and quivered on her chest.
"Damn!" groaned Rita. "Why did I let you screw her first? I'm so hot I'm burning up!"
"Guess you'll just have to wait," grinned Bruce. "Like hell I do!" She knelt astride her sister's head. "How good a cuntlapper are you?"
"I don't know--I never tried it."
"God, you're really an amateur when it comes to using your mouth. Well--try it. Lick my pussy like Bruce licked yours. Use your tongue on my clit."
She lowered her body and Wendy's tongue poked into the red cunt-hair, seeking her clit. When she found it, Rita jumped and let out a long sigh.
Behind the hedge, Kim was sure she was going to go right out of her mind. More than anything else in the world, she wanted either a tongue licking her clit or a stiff prick fucking her pussy. She didn't have either, but both the licking and the fucking were taking place before her eyes. She stared at Bruce's cock slamming into Wendy's cunt, imagining how it felt and pretending she was in Wendy's place, and her finger dug deep in her pussy. Then she gazed at Wendy's tongue busily licking Rita's clit, again pre-tending it was happening to her, and now her finger rubbed harshly on her clit.
Her blood was like liquid fire throbbing through her body and there was a roaring in her ears.
The bikini pants hindered her movements and she angrily shoved them down and stepped out of them. It never occurred to her that someone might see her in the yard, naked except for the wisp of a bikini top and frantically masturbating herself, but fortunately she was well hidden by the hedge and the shrubs. She drove two fingers into her cunt, worked them in and out. And with the other hand she rapidly manipulated her hard clit.
"I'm coming!" shrieked Rita. "Lick my clit--don't stop!"
Kim's finger rubbed harder on her own clit.
Wendy's voice rose in a wail. "I'm coming too! Oh God--fuck me--ram your prick into me!"
Kim plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy even faster and harder.
"Jesus!" gasped Bruce. "I--I'm going to come too! I'm going to fill your twat with jism, baby!"
The roaring in Kim's ears rose to a wild scream. Both hands worked in her cunt in a perfect frenzy and she felt herself soaring to the explosion point. Closer--closer--just a little more.
Then she was there--she was coming! Her body was racked by convulsions and she felt her hot juices flowing over her fingers. Her legs wouldn't hold her and she sank weakly to the ground, her hips still grinding and jerking.
And as she almost sobbed with the satisfaction of relief, she felt a quick sense of elation at something else too. In that last instant--while she'd watched Bruce's cock pumping his come into Wendy's pussy--she'd suddenly found the key. Now she knew how Vic could get Gordon's money.
CHAPTER SIX
"Fuck me first!" begged Kim.
Vic looked at her closely. "Haven't you had any sex since that day you left here?"
She couldn't tell them she'd played with herself. That she'd stood almost naked in the yard and dug her fingers into her own pussy until she'd come. That was too humiliating to tell anyone.
"No," she said.
"Then your cunt must be plenty hot for cock. So hurry up and tell us how we're going to get that bastard's money, or you won't get screwed at all."
"Please!"
"Talk!"
She sighed. "All right. I didn't see any way at all we could threaten or blackmail Gordon. But then I thought of Bruce."
"Who's Bruce?"
"Gordon's son. My stepson."
Vic grunted. "So what about him?"
"Well, I think he's the horniest man alive. And I think he'd screw any girl he can get ahold of."
Max chuckled. "Who wouldn't?"
"Shut up," snapped Vic. "Okay, so Bruce is a horny bastard. How's that going to help us?"
"My idea is this," said Kim. "You get a girl and bring her--"
"What girl?"
"Any girl. As long as she's young--a minor."
"Kidnap her?"
"Why not? You kidnapped me."
Vic grunted. "Then what happens?"
"You talk to Bruce. You know--arrange to meet him casually--talk about girls. You tell him you know just the girl he'd love to have. Then you bring him here and let him screw her."
"You mean we let him rape her."
Kim's voice hardened. "His father let you rape me. As I remember, he laid it would be over quickly."
"Yeah. But how's that going to help us? So Bruce rapes a girl--so what?"
"Not just any girl."
"So?"
"So you take pictures of him doing it. There's the blackmail angle you were looking for."
Vic nodded thoughtfully. "Raping a girl--yeah, the pictures could get Bruce in a lot of trouble. Will the old man pay to keep the kid out of trouble?"
"That's the beauty of it. If it was just Bruce involved, Gordon might not be any more willing to part with his cash to protect him than he was to keep me from being raped. But it's more than just Bruce. Raping a minor could mean a lot of bad publicity that would hurt Gordon's business--and he'll do anything to protect the business. So he'll pay."
Vic considered it briefly, then grinned. "I think you've come up with something, honey. Yeah, we're going to get that old fart's money, after all."
"Anxious, aren't you? Tell you what. Why don't you take off your clothes--show us what you've got--and then we'll see if we're interested."
She knew they were toying with her. They'd seen her nude before and they knew from experience what she had. But she didn't have any choice. She needed them badly so she'd have to play it their way.
She wasn't wearing any bra or panties. She whipped her dress over her head and tossed it aside, then stood naked for their inspection. All three of them devoured her body with their eyes while they made their comments.
"Yeah--I remember those tits, all right."
"And that cunt."
"I remember that birthmark on her hip--the one that looks like a stiff prick."
"Shake your tits, honey."
She wiggled the upper part of her body and her big breasts swung back and forth.
"A real pair of knockers. Show us your twat."
She spread her legs apart, opened her cuntlips with her fingers and let them gaze at her gaping pussy.
Vic poked a finger in her cunt, then pulled it out. "That damn thing is wet again!"
"I told you I need to get fucked!" she cried.
"I'll tell you, honey--we didn't know you were coming today. So we had ourselves a real orgy last night. With a blonde whore who shaved her pussy. Christ, the muscle control that babe had--the things she could do with her cunt! So I don't know if we're up to any more screwing today. Why don't you undress us and see if anybody's got a hard-on?"
Feverishly she tore at their clothes until all three of them were naked. But she was surprised to find that while their cocks were slightly stiff, none of them had a real hard-on, and she felt a quick moment of panic. She'd been so confident that they'd fuck her and now she wasn't sure.
Vic shrugged. "See?"
"Let me suck your prick. I'll get it hard."
"All three of us?"
"All right--all three."
"Okay. If you can get us hard--well, the first one to get hard will fuck you."
She whimpered with anticipation and grabbed at their cocks. They stood close together so she could easily reach all three;: and she knelt in front of them and started licking one prick after another.
But after a minute or so she decided that was too slow that way. Still quite limp, their cocks flopped away from her tongue when she licked and she had to use one hand to hold the one she was working on. That left only one hand free--but there were two other pricks. That meant there was always one prick that wasn't getting licked or stroked. It seemed to her that was slowing things down--that they'd get hard faster if she could keep working on all three of them all the time.
But how to do it? Then she had the answer.
She gulped Vic's cock into her mouth. Holding it with her lips, she licked it furiously at the same time that she slowly moved her head up and down and sucked it.
And that left both hands free. One for Randy and one for Max. Diligently she stroked and pumped their pricks.
Soon she shifted. Now it was Max's cock she sucked while using her hands on the other two. Still another shift and Randy's prick was in her mouth and her hands were busy with Vic and Max.
She tried to ignore their lewd comments, forcing from her mind any thought of how she must appear. Up until a short time ago she had never had any man's cock in her mouth, and now here she was, kneeling on the floor and sucking three of them at once. But she couldn't help it. She didn't care. All she could think of was the raging fire in her cunt and the way she needed to get screwed.
At last she sat back on her haunches, panting but triumphant. All three pricks were stiff, but Vic's was hardest of all. It jutted up from his crotch like a thick club.
"I told you I could get it hard," she said. "Now fuck me!"
He hesitated. "Well--I don't know--"
"You promised!"
"Yeah--well, maybe. Come to think of it, I do sort of feel like getting into a virgin, at that."
She giggled. "You know damn well I'm no virgin."
"I'll bet your ass is."
She stared at him uncertainly for a long moment until his meaning hit her. "My--ass? You--you want to--fuck me in the ass?"
"Yeah."
"Like hell you will! What's the matter with my pussy?"
"In your ass--or nothing."
"Then go to hell! Max'll screw me--or Randy."
She turned toward them but they both backed away from her hands that tried to clutch their cocks.
"Please?" she begged. "One of you--fuck me!"
A sob caught in her throat and she beat her fist on the floor. How could they torture her like this? Didn't they know the awful need she had? She simply had to get screwed, or she felt she was going to die. But to let Vic fuck her in the ass? She couldn't even guess how much that might hurt.
But she had no real choice. She couldn't go on this way. Anything was better than the torture she was enduring now.
She crawled toward Vic. "All--all right."
He shrugged. "I don't know if I'm interested now. You kind of turned me off."
"But--I need you!"
"Beg."
"Please--please!"
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"Fuck me in the ass! Please--fuck me in the ass!"
"Okay, baby--since you want it that bad. Get up on your knees."
She did as he ordered and he knelt down behind her. Spreading the cheeks of her buttocks, he ex-posed her puckered little asshole. He tentatively poked at it with his finger, then bent his head and licked it.
When he had her wet enough he straightened, still holding her soft, yielding cheeks apart with his thumbs. He crawled forward, pressed his prick against her asshole. She whimpered in fear as he drove his weight downward at her.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
He strained harder, trying to force the tight en-trance.
She gasped. "I changed my mind! I can't let you do it!"
He ignored her, lunged forward with his hips. Something gave and his cockhead penetrated her asshole.
"No!" she screamed. "Stop--it hurts!"
She struggled against him, waving her hips from side to side in an effort to shake her ass free of his invading prick. When that didn't work she tried to crawl forward to get away from him, but he held her hips tightly and penetrated a little deeper into her rectum.
"Christ!" he breathed. "Your ass is tight!"
"You're too big!" she cried. "You're killing me--splitting me in half!"
He chuckled. "I don't know any babe that died from getting screwed in the ass. Stop fighting and it won't hurt so much."
But she kept trying to pull away and he continued holding her while he forced his cock further inside. She let out a shriek as he jerked his hips, drove further in. Then further. With a final shove he slid in all the way, his prick buried to the hilt in her ass. Then he paused briefly to give her time to adjust.
"Jesus!" she moaned.
"Take it easy. It'll feel better in a minute."
She moaned again, but held her body motionless as she gave up the fight. She had to force herself to believe that the worst was over, that he already had his thick cock as far as it could go in her rectum and nothing could hurt any worse than the penetration she had already endured. She tried to make herself relax.
Sensing the change in her, he moved his hips slightly and began fucking slowly in and out of her asshole.
She gasped in surprise. "Oh--that feels--do it again."
Still moving slowly, he used a longer stroke this time.
"Yes--yes!" she murmured. "It's different but--yes, it feels good!"
He reached around and seized her big dangling breasts, using them as handles to pull her back to-ward him as he drove into her. The darkened edges of her distended asshole puckered outward on his upstroke, then reversed as he plunged back in and clamped tightly on his prick like sucking brown lips. He increased his tempo, fucking faster, and she began to respond by thrusting her hips back at him to meet his strokes.
"Lovely!" she panted. "A cock--in my ass--feels lovely! I just--love cocks!"
He touched the birthmark on her hip. "You've got the cock brand on you."
Randy let out a sudden growl. "I've got a tool I'd like to stick into her. When the hell do I get a turn?"
Vic shrugged. "Why not right now? Lie down, baby."
He leaned his weight on her back, forcing her down flat on the floor: Then, clasping his arm tightly around her, he rolled their bodies over. Now he lay on his back and she lay on her back on top of him.
"Spread your legs, baby." Then he looked up at Randy. "See any likely places you can stick that tool of yours?"
Randy didn't bother answering, but dropped down between her outstretched thighs.
Kim squealed in anticipation. "Two at once? Two pricks in me at the same time?"
"Yeah, baby."
"I'm plenty wet--you won't have any trouble. Go ahead--ram it in me!"
Momentarily, Vic held still while Randy parted her cuntlips and hastily poked his cockhead between them. He didn't waste any time but gave one violent lunge and sank his prick out of sight in her juicy pussy.
Kim shuddered with delight. "I think I'm delirious! Now fuck me--both of you fuck me!"
The two cocks began sliding in and out of her. At first their strokes were ragged and uneven, but the two men soon caught the tempo from each other. Now they fucked in unison, timing their strokes together as they battered her body between them.
Kim rocked her head from side to side. Her eyes were closed and her full breasts bounced.
"Lovely!" she moaned. "Two pricks at once! One in my cunt--one in my ass! So wonderful! I want all the pricks in the world! I wish I had more holes for them!"
"I've got one more for you," said Max. "And you've got just the place for me to put it."
He knelt over her, his knees on each side of her head and his cock brushing her chin. She grasped it eagerly in her hand and didn't bother taking time to tease or lick it with her tongue but gulped it ravenously into her mouth.
There had been moments when she had previously wondered if a girl could die of frustration from a lack of sex. Now it seemed to her that a girl could die from the sheer ecstasy of it all. It had never occurred to her that sex could mean anything other than one man and one girl, and the fact that she suddenly found herself receiving incredible pleasure--not just from one man, not from two--but from three at once was simply overwhelming. Every nerve in her body, every fiber of her being was aroused to an unbelievable fever pitch and she thought if she had an orgasm this time the violence of it would physically disintegrate her body.
She lifted her head from the floor, bobbing it up and down as she sucked Max's prick and washed her tongue over it. At the same time she wiggled her hips and rotated them in little circles, grinding her-self on the two cocks that drove deeply into her cunt and her ass.
Vic was the first to come. She felt his body stiffen beneath her and his hips lifted upward and hung suspended for an instant. Then he crashed back down on the floor and drove his prick into her in a frenzy.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled.
She felt the hot flood spurt into her ass and it was a new sensation, something she had never felt in that part of her body. It excited her even more and she sucked harder on Max's cock and drove her pussy wildly upward at Randy.
Maybe it was coincidence or maybe it was her increased activity that caused it, but the two men came almost simultaneously. Max shouted something and Randy let out a hoarse groan. Their two pricks jerked and she had the strange feeling that she was going to be swept away in a tide of come. It spouted into her mouth with a force that almost choked her until she swallowed and felt the slippery fluid slide down her throat. And it jetted into her cunt with an intensity and a heat that ignited the fuse in her trembling body.
She tried to scream but her mouth was filled with a jerking cock and her throat was flooded with sperm. Uncontrollable spasms racked her body and she felt her juices flowing in a gigantic flood that seemed to wash the lifeblood right out of her and carry her down into the depths of a bottomless black pit.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Jesus!" croaked Bruce. "She can't take all that inside of her!"
Vic grinned. "Watch and see. That babe has a twat like Grand Canyon."
"Have another drink," said Max.
Bruce absently raised the filled glass to his mouth and took a large gulp as he bent forward to peer at the scene on the movie screen. Two girls, a blonde and a brunette, writhed naked on a bed. During the first half of the film, the girls had undressed each other and each had sucked the breasts and licked the pussy of the other.
Now they were preparing for different action.
The brunette had produced a large double-headed dildo--immense, it seemed to Bruce. She licked the blonde': cunt a little more, apparently to get it good and wet, and then started to insert one end of the dildo. The blonde twisted and trembled with delight. Little by little, the brunette worked it inside.
"Jesus!" breathed Bruce again.
Now the brunette moved into a different position so she lay on the bed with her ass near the other girl's. She seized the free end of the dildo and poked it into her own pussy.
Slowly the brunette shoved it further in until she had it deeply embedded in herself. Then each girl worked her ass back and forth, fucking herself and her partner on the dildo at the same time. The rest of the film featured close-ups of bouncing tits and straining cunts, and from the frenzied activity as the picture ended it appeared that the two girls had managed to climax at the same time.
Bruce mopped his brow. "Christ, that was really something! I'm glad I happened to run into you guys in the bar--and I'm glad you mentioned these movies you have."
While Vic rewound the film, Max filled Bruce's glass again. Bruce failed to notice it, but Max never allowed the glass to become empty and Bruce was drinking far more than anyone else in the room. His speech was getting somewhat slurred.
"Just one more," said Vic. "You'll really like this film."
It concerned a girl's initiation into a swinger's group. At the start she had to undress in front of the group, then, nude, submit to their wishes as they touched and fondled every enticing part of her ripe young body.
Eventually, of course, it went far beyond that, and the girl had to submit to anything they wanted to do to her. She licked pussies and sucked cocks. She was fucked--in her cunt and in her ass, and then in both together.
And then came the grand finale when she got screwed yet again. She was lying on the floor and a circle of men stood around her head. Between each man's legs knelt a girl who licked and sucked his prick. But as each man reached his climax, he pulled free of the cock-sucker's mouth and shot his come in the face of the girl on the floor. By the time they were finished, her face was almost completely covered with their sticky sperm.
"Jesus!" mumbled Bruce. "I'd like to meet that bitch! I'd give her a little of my own jism!"
He drained his glass and lurched to his feet, swayed momentarily.
"Leaving?" asked Vic. "What's your rush?"
"I appreciate you bringing me here and showing me your movies. They got me so damn hot and horny, I got to find me a girl. I need a piece of ass."
Vic glanced at his "watch. "Where are you going to find a girl this time of night?"
"I'll find one--I hope."
"I might be able to fix you up with a babe. You like 'em young?"
"Yeah."
"With big tits?"
"Christ--yes!"
Vic appeared to be weighing it. "Well--I wouldn't do this for everybody. But I can tell you're a right guy and can keep your mouth shut. It just happens that I have a girl tied up upstairs."
"Who is she? How come she's tied up?"
"Her name's Marie." There was a conspiratorial tone to Vic's voice. "Beyond that, the less you know the better. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, sure." Bruce didn't have the faintest idea what was meant, but all he could think about was the girl. "Can I fuck her?"
"Yeah--maybe. There's just one problem."
"What problem?"
"She isn't going to spread her legs and be an easy lay. She'll probably fight and it'll be like you were raping her. Of course, I know some guys who say it's more fun when a girl fights--provides more action when you slide your prick in her pussy."
Bruce slobbered drunkenly in his eagerness and briefly wiped his chin. "Yeah! I never raped a girl but--I'd like to have a try at this one! Jesus, my cock is throbbing just thinking about it!"
Vic laughed. "Okay--let's see if you can handle her."
Swaying precariously, Bruce followed him up-stairs, then halted, staring, as Vic opened the door to one of the bedrooms. On the bed was a naked girl, each hand tied to a corner of the headboard. She was obviously very young, yet her breasts were exceptionally big for her age.
Bruce was in no condition to think about the girl's age or about the trap he was falling into. He'd had far too much to drink and the movies had him too aroused. He was only aware of one thing--the nude girl tied to the bed. His eyes feasted on her full young tits, her slim hips and the sparse hair on her crotch.
"Christ!" he croaked.
"Like her?"
"Yeah!"
"I hope she doesn't fight too much--that you can get what you want."
Bruce's chest seemed to swell. If, before, there had been any possibility he wasn't going to screw the girl, there was no chance left now. There had been an implication that he wasn't man enough to force her into submission--that even with her hands tied, the girl might be able to thwart him--and he couldn't allow a challenge like that to stand.
"I'll get it!" he growled. "I never yet saw the girl that could stop me."
Vic shrugged. "Okay. I'll leave you to enjoy your-self. Come downstairs when you're through and tell me how she was."
He turned and left the room, but he didn't go far. Max and Randy were waiting nearby and all three stepped silently back to the doorway to watch. From another room Kim entered the hall and joined them, as Max, with a camera in his hands, pushed his way to the front of the Troup.
Inside the room, 'Bruce was completely oblivious to the fact that he had an audience. He was intent only on Mary. Crossing the room, he sat on the bed beside her and lightly stroked her breast. Above the gag in her mouth, the girl's eyes widened in terror.
"You got nice tits, honey," he murmured. "I like big tits on a babe."
His hand stroked downward across her flat stomach, but as he tried to poke his finger into her cunt the girl's body suddenly exploded in motion. She arched her back off the bed, straining at the ropes, and violently swung her hips from side to side in an effort to dislodge his hand.
He chuckled: "He said you'd fight, but it won't do you any good. I'm going to get into your sweet little twat anyway."
He held her down with one hand on her stomach and forced the other hand back between her thighs. His finger slipped into her pussy and he worked it vigorously, rubbing her clit and shoving it far up into her hole. Still she tried to lunge free of his grasp.
"Tell you what," he said. "You've got nice big tits for me to enjoy. I'll show you the nice big prick I've got for you. Then maybe you'll feel more like having fun instead of fighting."
He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. His cock wasn't hard yet but it was beginning to stiffen and it stood out slightly from his thighs. For a moment he stood near the girl's head, letting his prick dangle so it was aimed at her face. Her eyes bulged in horror as she briefly gazed at it. Then she swung her head away.
He laughed. "It's still there, honey, whether you want to look at it or not. And it's going to poke right into your cunt, no matter how hard you fight. So just relax and enjoy it."
Again he sat beside her and fondled her breasts. She tried to twist away but he threw his body across hers, holding her down, while he dropped his head lower. Squeezing her breast so the ripe flesh was bunched to a peak, he licked her nipple and then pulled it into his mouth and roughly sucked it.
She moaned in terror behind the gag.
"Shut up!" he growled. "Here--I'll do something nice for you. I never knew a girl yet who didn't like to have her pussy licked."
He clambered down lower on the bed and savagely wrenched her legs apart. Clasping her tightly as she struggled, he pushed his face up into her crotch and drove his tongue into her cunt. As he touched her, she let out a muffled shriek and redoubled her efforts to break free but she was helpless in his firm grasp. He continued licking the pink folds of her pussy and swirled his tongue around on her clit.
Out in the hall, Randy let out a low sigh. Briefly glancing away from the scene on the bed, he realized Kim was standing in front of him and he reached around to clamp his hands on her breasts. She wore no bra under her dress and he sighed again at the exciting feel of her tits through the thin material. She backed up against him so her ass pressed against his crotch and he decided that was more than he could take.
"You wearing any panties?" he whispered in her ear.
"No."
"And your cunt's probably wet--as usual."
"Yes."
"Good. I've got a hell of a hard-on from watching them in there. Take your dress off, and we'll have a quickie while we keep an eye on the action in the bedroom."
She whipped her dress over her head and was naked.
At the same time, he unzipped his fly and pulled his swollen cock free so it jutted upward, hard and stiff. He reached around and eagerly seized her, bare body, one hand on her breasts and the other digging at her pussy. She shivered appreciatively, then again backed up against him. His prick slid into the soft groove between the cheeks of her ass.
She gasped at the feel of it. "My God, you really do have a hard-on!"
"I told you."
He grabbed the plump cheeks of her ass, folding them inward over his cock. Then he pumped his hips and drove his prick up and down in her tight crack.
"Christ, you've got a sweet little ass!" he breathed. "Maybe I ought to stick my cock in your asshole."
"Not now--I'll let you do it later. I yell too much when I get fucked in the ass."
Again he reached around to play with her cunt. And his prick grew even stiffer as he kept rubbing it up and down on her ass.
He groaned softly. "Jesus, that feels good! I could keep it up and come just like this."
"Don't you dare! I don't want your come all over my back--I want it in my twat where it belongs. Come on--stick that tool of yours in me."
"Okay--bend over."
She leaned forward, spreading her legs. Reaching down between her thighs, she seized his cock and guided it to her pussy.
"It's in," she whispered. "Ram it home!"
Holding her hips tightly, he lunged forward and drove his prick all the way into her with such force that she let out a small grunt.
"Shut up!" hissed Vic. Then he saw Randy had his cock buried to the hilt in Kim's cunt. "God Al-mighty, can't you two lay off even for a little while?"
Max turned around, grinning, and squeezed Kim's dangling breasts. "You take care of her pussy, Randy, and I'll work on her tits."
Vic shoved his hand away. "Forget her tits--just work the camera. You got some good shots of those two on the bed?"
"Some beauties."
"I want their faces showing so there's no doubt about who it is."
Max shrugged. "I got a couple when he came up for air, but otherwise it's hard to get his face in it when he's got it buried in her pussy."
Just then Bruce sat up straight and wiped his hand across his mouth. By now Marie was exhausted from her constant struggles and she'd sunk back limply on the bed. But Bruce, in his drunken state, misunderstood the reason why she had stopped fighting and assumed it was because he'd aroused her by licking her cunt. And he therefore concluded she was ready to cooperate. So he leaned forward and unfastened the gag from her mouth.
"I'm glad you're being sensible," he said. "Now--I did something nice for you, so you do something nice for me."
He crawled up and knelt astride her head, with his prick hanging above her face.
"Please!" she moaned.
Again he misunderstood. "You don't have to beg for it, honey. I'm going to let you have it."
"No--please don't! Don't do any more of those 'horrible things to me!"
"Horrible things! I'll bet you never had as good a cunt-lapping as I just gave you! And now it's your turn to use your mouth on me."
He lowered himself so his cock brushed against her lips, obviously still under the impression that she was about to cooperate. But as she felt his prick touch her face, she suddenly wrenched her head to the side.
"Come on, honey," he whined. "You can see it's not stiff enough yet. Suck it--get it hard."
Her earlier defiance started to return. "No--I won't!"
"Like hell you won't!"
He grabbed her head in his hands, forced her face upward again. His cock lay across her lips with its tip nudging her nose.
"Come on, you bitch--open your mouth! God-damn it, a little cocksucking isn't going to hurt you! All I want you to do is to get it hard!"
"No!" she panted through clenched teeth. "I won't do it! You can't make me do it!"
"I can't, huh?"
He tangled one hand in her hair to hold her head in place, and with the other hand he squeezed her nostrils shut. She twisted and fought desperately, but only succeeded in making herself shorter of breath, and at last she was forced to open her mouth for a gasping gulp of air. Quick as a flash, Bruce plunged his prick into her mouth.
Her eyes bulged in horror and she gagged momentarily at the obscenity being forced on her. Then she suddenly bit his cock.
He let out a howl of anguish, instinctively yanked his prick free, then slapped her hard across the face.
She screamed.
"Jesus Christ!" muttered Vic. "I don't want her screaming her head off. What if somebody hears her?"
"You want me to go bust it up?" asked Max.
"Not if we can help it. I want some pictures of him fucking her. If the stupid bastard would only stop trying to get his cock in her mouth she might shut up."
Marie let out another piercing scream.
"Damn it, we have to do something!" said Max. "Yeah. Maybe I've got an idea."
Vic seized Kim's arm and pulled her forward so abruptly that Randy's prick was jerked from her pussy with a juicy plop.
"What the hell's the idea?" demanded Randy. "I'm almost ready to come."
Vic snorted. "Then go in a corner and jerk off or something." He turned to Kim. "You've got to go in there and stop that bitch from screaming."
She gave him a sullen look. "I was ready to come too. Besides, how am I supposed to make her stop screaming? Why don't you do it yourself?"
He pinched her nipple and twisted it roughly. "There's no time for arguing if we want to keep this whole deal from going down the drain. She won't suck his cock and get it hard. Okay, you suck it."
She rubbed her breast, staring at him. "Suck his cock? Are you crazy? He's my stepson--remember? He may be drunk, but he's not that drunk. The minute I step in that room he's going to recognize me."
Vic swore under his breath and darted across the hall into another bedroom. In a moment he was back with a mask that he slipped over the upper part of Kim's face. He was adjusting it so she could see through the eye-slits when there was the sound of Bruce hitting Marie again, followed by a series of screams.
Vic swore again. "Christ, we've got to shut her up! Okay, he can't recognize you with the mask on. Get your ass in there and suck his damn prick. And make him gag her again, for Christ's sake!"
He pushed her into the room and she walked over to the bed, but Bruce was too engrossed in trying to force his cock into Marie's mouth to hear her coming. It wasn't until he felt Kim's hand on his prick that he started violently and swung around to face her.
"What--where--who are you?" he stammered.
Kim breathed a sigh of relief. Up until that moment, it seemed a little too much to hope for that she could stand in front of her own stepson without him recognizing her. But he was obviously unaware of who she was.
She smiled at him. "I'm a cocksucker."
He stared at her blankly. "Yeah? I've been trying to get this bitch to take my prick in her mouth and--"
"You don't want an amateur, lover. You want an expert, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm an expert." She ran her fingers lightly up and down the length of his cock. "I know what to do with a prick when I get it in my mouth. I use my lips and my tongue--I lick it and suck it. Would you like me to show you how good I am?"
He swallowed hard. "God, yes!"
"First put the gag back in her mouth. I don't want her screaming any more--I don't like to be interrupted in my work."
"Yeah--okay." He fumbled with the gag in his eagerness but finally managed to get it in Marie's mouth. Then he turned back to Kim. "She won't interrupt. Now suck my cock."
"Just watch me, lover."
She pushed him down so he lay on his back and she crouched on the bed beside him. Holding his prick firmly in her hand, she flicked her tongue against the tip, then gently bathed the whole head. Gradually she began to widen her activity until she was diligently licking up and down the whole length of his trembling cock, but concentrating particularly on the sensitive underside.
He let out a long low groan of pleasure, and that led her to redouble her efforts. Somehow she found it strangely exciting to be licking her own stepson's prick. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of what she was doing, or the mysterious aspect of being a masked unknown cocksucker, or the dangerous element of exposure if her mask should come off. But whatever it was, it was a stimulating experience and she licked in a frenzy, taking time to swirl her tongue on his hairy balls and gently sucking them into her mouth, and then returning to bathe his stiffening prick.
He squirmed and reached up to seize her breast and squeeze it cruelly. The pain made her wince, but even that was stimulating somehow. The touch of his hand made her think of the time he'd sneaked up behind her in the kitchen and felt her tits--and slipped his hand inside her blouse to discover she wasn't wearing a bra. Now he was feeling her breast again, only this time she was naked in bed with him--and he didn't even realize who she was.
He pinched her hard nipple and she plunged his cock deep into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked it fiercely.
Then she gave a sudden start as he shoved his finger in her cunt.
She felt as if she was going to explode inside. She'd been so close to coming when Randy had been fucking her and Vic had interrupted it. And now Bruce's finger in her pussy started it all over again and made it feel as if her crotch--her entire body--was on fire.
"Jesus, you've got a juicy twat!" he growled.
She sucked his prick harder while she rotated her hips, grinding her cunt down harder on his finger. His thumb sought her clit, rubbed it, and she thought she'd scream.
He chuckled. "Yeah, you're an expert cocksucker, all right. You're also one hot little bitch. Here--I'll give you what you want."
He lifted her by the hips and swung the lower part of her body around so her knees now straddled him and her pussy gaped wetly above his face. He tugged her down to him, drove his tongue into her cunt.
A moan burbled in her throat. Her head still rode up and down, his prick sliding in and out between her lips. But now she did it automatically. She had no thought for what she was doing, but only to what was happening in her inflamed pussy. His tongue licked and probed on the trembling pink folds of her flesh, traveling back and forth in her wet slit, delving into her hole, torturing her clit. God, she couldn't bear it much longer!
She tried to concentrate on his cock, sucking it so deeply into her mouth that it rammed the back of her throat and constantly licking it while she sucked. But that didn't help. If anything, it only aroused her more.
His hand stroked upward above his face, caressing the soft, rounded cheeks of her ass. And his finger trailed lightly down through the crack of her ass down all the way to her quivering cunt, then back up again. It stopped, teased her asshole, then pressed. And pressed harder. Demandingly.
Something gave and it plunged inside.
Again the sound burbled in her throat, a sound that would have come out as a wild scream if it hadn't been for the swollen prick that filled her mouth. He licked her clit again, shoved his finger further in her ass.
And that time she did explode inside.
Her body leaped and jerked in its violent convulsions and she felt her hot juices gushing. Her hands worked spasmodically and she alternately clutched his thighs and raked his flesh with her nails. The violence of her explosion made it seem as though she had rocketed off the bed and finally floated gently back down again, her body limp and spent.
Gradually she became aware of the prick she still held in her mouth, and now she turned her full attention to it again. He'd given her such indescribable pleasure. She'd do the same for him. And again her head bobbed rhythmically up and down as she sucked and licked.
Suddenly she almost gasped. God, what was she doing? Vic would be simply furious with her. She was only supposed to get Bruce's cock hard enough for him to fuck Marie, and here she'd gotten so carried away she was on the point of giving him a complete blowjob and having him come in her mouth. She yanked her head away and sat up.
He growled in protest. "Jesus Christ--don't stop now!"
"You want to fuck her--remember?"
"The hell with her! Suck me off!"
"You'll have more fun with a good fuck. Here, look at what she has for you."
She urgently wrenched Marie's legs apart so he could see the girl's cunt. He hesitated, looking back and forth from one girl to the other, and his hard prick waved in the air as he drunkenly tried to decide whether he wanted it in one girl's mouth or the other girl's pussy.
Damn it, Kim screamed silently, you have to fuck her!
She opened the girl's cuntlips. "Look how wet she is from when you licked her cunt. Think how it'll feel when your cock slides into her." She prodded with her finger in Marie's hole. "God, she's got a tight pussy!"
"Yeah?"
That made up his mind for him: He crawled awkwardly into position between Marie's legs, his prick waving ahead of him like a battering ram. The girl struggled desperately, her body bucking, but he held her down with his hands on her chest and stomach and Kim seized her flailing legs. His cock waved closer to her cunt.
"I'll help you," said Kim.
She grasped his prick and guided it so his swollen cockhead nudged its way into the girl's pussy. He lunged forward with his hips, thrusting brutally into her, and she tried to scream through the gag. He gave another vicious thrust--and another. Now his prick was completely buried in her cunt. And still the girl fought like a demon.
Kim rose from the bed and scurried out of the room, trying to force from her mind the awful rape that was taking place behind her. It sickened her to suddenly realize the dreadful part she had played in bringing it about and she tried--without avail--to force that from her mind too.
"You worked that pretty well," said Vic. "You got so enthused about sucking his cock, I thought you were going to blow the whole deal."
Randy tried to poke his finger in her pussy. "Let's take up where we left off, honey. I've still got a hell of a hard-on."
She shoved his hand away. "Leave me alone."
"What's with you?"
Vic chuckled. "I think she's having an attack of conscience. Lay off her for now. How are you doing with the pictures, Max?"
Max snapped another shot and grunted. "Beautiful. He's socking it to her and I'm getting it all on film."
Kim was slipping ,her dress back over her head when there suddenly came a loud piercing scream from Marie.
"Goddamn it!" exclaimed Vic. "That stupid bastard didn't get her gag back in tight enough." He nodded at Kim. "Never mind the dress--put the mask back on and get in there and fix the gag."
Finding the mask where she'd tossed it aside, Kim put it on once again and was hastily adjusting it when Marie's screams died away to a loud gurgle.
"Never mind," said Vic. "He got the gag back in. Or maybe he's got his hand over her mouth. Christ, look at him pound it into her!"
Bruce's hips were a blur of motion as he fucked like a wild man. Marie still fought him and made strangling, moaning sounds as his prick pulled almost free of her cunt and then slammed back into her with a savage force to bury itself to the hilt in her ravaged flesh.
"Looks like she's getting tired," grunted Max.
Randy nodded. "Or maybe she's finally giving in and going to enjoy it."
The girl's struggles grew weaker and finally ceased completely. She lay limp, her legs thrown wide and her body quivering with the force of Bruce's battering at her pussy.
And then it finally ended. Bruce gave a hoarse shout and his body stiffened for a moment. Then there was the rapid blur of motion again and he fucked in a frenzy, driving his cock frantically into her as he poured his come deep in her cunt. And when he was finished at last, a final tremor ran through his body and he fell forward so he lay half on top of the girl, his shrinking prick still encased in her pussy.
Max snorted. "The drunken ass passed out."
There was a long silence, then Vic suddenly frowned. "My God--no!"
"What's the matter?" asked Kim.
He gave no answer, but stroke quickly into the room with the others following. Kneeling by the bed, he pulled Bruce's arm away from where it lay across Marie's throat and examined her briefly.
"My God!" he repeated. "The stupid bastard didn't put his hand over her mouth when she screamed--he rammed his arm into her throat! He choked her--she's dead!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I heard on the radio," said Kim, "that they found her body."
Vic nodded. "Yeah. But there's nothing that ties her in with us. Nobody knew she was here and no-body saw us dump her body. So we're clean. How's that stupid stepson of yours?"
"He hasn't been out of the house since it happened. I've seen him with hangovers before, but he really had a beaut this time."
"Is he scared because he killed her?" asked Randy.
Kim made a face. "He was so drunk I'm not sure he even knows he killed her."
"Man, is he in for a shock!"
Kim turned to Vic. "Your phone call before--why did you tell me to come here this afternoon? I think it's better if we don't take any chances on being seen together for a while."
"Relax, baby--we've got nothing to worry about."
"Maybe. But why did you want me here?"
He made a vague motion with his hands. "Oh, a couple of reasons."
"Such as?"
"Well, for one thing, I thought you'd like to see some of the pictures we took. Max has a complete set printed."
"I'm not really interested."
"Sure you are. Show her the first one, Max."
She took the picture that Max thrust into her hand, gave it a casual glance. Then she stiffened and stared hard at the print. It showed Marie lying on the bed with Bruce kneeling by her head when he'd been trying to force her to suck his cock. But it also showed Kim standing naked beside the bed, smiling down at Bruce as she held his prick in her hand.
Kim gasped. "You--you took pictures--of me!"
"Yeah."
"How many?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Show her the next one, Max."
In this one Bruce was lying on his back and she was holding his cock in her hand and busily licking it. They'd taken several shots while she was licking Bruce's prick. In one, her tongue was bathing his cockhead. In another, it was scraping along the sensitive underside of his tool. In still another, she was licking his balls. They even had a shot showing how she'd sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
Max finally spread all the pictures out on the table and she didn't even try to count how many there were. She just stared at them, stunned. There were a good many of them that showed her sucking Bruce's prick, her lips stretched wide to get his big cock in her mouth. And there were others that showed what he'd been doing while she sucked him--squeezing her breast, poking his finger in her cunt and licking her pussy.
"Here's a dandy," said Max.
It showed Bruce's prick so deep in her mouth that it was obviously ramming against the back of her throat. Bruce's tongue was licking her clit and his finger was buried in her ass.
Vic pointed to a different one. "I think this one's the best of all."
It had clearly been taken at the moment when Kim had come. Her body was stiff and her face distorted, and she remembered how she had tried to scream in that instant but had been stopped by the cock that filled her mouth.
"Yeah," said Vic again, "that one's the best. Jesus, just look at Your face! Anybody can tell from that how you just loved having him lap your cunt and make you cum."
Kim felt a bitter taste in her mouth and she knew it was the taste of fear. She wasn't exactly sure what she was afraid of, and that only made it worse. "What are you going to do with these?" she asked.
Vic shrugged. "I don't know."
"Why'd you take them in the first place?"
"You performed so beautifully, it didn't seem right to pass up the opportunity."
She tried to pretend a lightness she didn't feel. "Well, I guess it doesn't make any difference. With that mask I was wearing, no one can tell who it was. It could be any girl in those pictures."
"In some of them, yeah. But in others--here, take a good look. You see that right there? How many girls do you think have a birthmark on their hips--a birthmark shaped like a prick?"
She stared, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was true. In one picture after another, the birthmark was clearly visible. There would never be. any question as to the identity of the girl in those pictures.
A sudden fury welled up within her and she scooped the pictures into a pile and snatched them up. Vic watched her with an amused smile on his face.
"You want 'em, baby?" he said. "Okay, you can have 'em. Max can always make more from the negatives. What do you want to do with those--take 'em home and show 'em to your husband?"
Just the thought of it rocked her like a blow in the stomach. God, if Gordon should ever see those pictures! There were so many varying implications, her mind couldn't immediately sort them out. There was, of course, the obvious fact that she'd been having sex--lewd, uninhibited sex--with another man. With her own stepson. And equally obvious was the fact that she'd been enjoying it immensely. Those things above were bad enough, and she shuddered to think of what Gordon would do if he saw those horrible pictures.
But it was even worse than that. Almost all the pictures showed Marie tied naked on the bed while Kim and Bruce indulged in sex, and that told a further story. It directly tied her in with kidnapping, rape and murder. Still worse--from Gordon's point of view, if he ever learned of it--would be the part she had played in luring Bruce into raping the girl and setting him up for blackmail. No matter what happened, she knew Gordon must never learn about that.
Her eyes bored into Vic. "Are you going to show these to my husband?"
He laughed. "Baby--why would I do that?"
"I don't know. You sounded like--like you were threatening me."
He patted her ass. "You've got an active imagination. And you're also wearing panties again." He felt her breast. "And a bra, too. How come you're back to those again?"
She shrugged, not bothering to answer. There was no way to make him understand. How could she explain the revulsion she felt for herself, the way she actually loathed herself'? Now she could view that awful scene in a rational way, without having her thinking clouded by the sexual lust that had in-flamed her body and mind at the time. And it sickened her. Her own part in it particularly sickened her. It wasn't just the sex she had enjoyed with her own stepson. It went beyond that.
It was the girl. Marie.
She'd been so young, so terrified. Tied helpless to the bed, maybe she'd felt a surge of hope when she saw Kim enter the room. Perhaps she had thought that one of her own sex would surely help her. The nausea rose in Kim's throat. Instead of helping the struggling girl, what had she done? She'd help rape her. She'd sucked Bruce's prick to get him ready. She'd goaded him into the rape, actually talked him into it when he was debating. She'd guided his cock to the girl's cunt.
God, she was worse than an animal! She, who had experienced the terror of rape such a short time ago--she had helped inflict the same thing on a defenseless girl. The girl had died screaming, a man's prick ravaging her young pussy and his arm on her throat, choking the life out of her. And Kim knew that she herself had helped put that prick in Marie's pussy and that arm on her throat.
She herself had helped kill her.
Why? Because of her new obsession with sex, the way she had been inflamed with lust. That had robbed her of her sense of values, of any sense of decency she'd once had, of everything that was worthwhile. Somehow she had to struggle up out of the depravity in which she'd been wallowing. Some-how she had to become a normal human being again. And in some obscure way, it seemed that a first step in that direction involved wearing a bra and panties again. Then she wouldn't be deliberately trying to feel sexy, and she wouldn't be so ready to whip her dress over her head and be instantly naked and waiting for some man to screw her.
But there was no way she could explain all that to Vic and she didn't bother trying.
Anyway, Vic had what he wanted now. He had the pictures to blackmail Bruce and collect Gordon's money. But even that was no longer important to Kim. That whole episode in her life was now behind her and the sooner she left it, and severed all connections with Vic and Max and Randy, the better it would be.
She discovered she still clutched those vile pictures in her hand and she threw them on the table. She certainly had no use for them and they were something else that would be better left behind. Vic put them in his pocket.
"I have to go," she said.
He seized her wrist and pulled her down on the sofa beside him. "Not yet, baby. It's still early."
She tried to pull free of his grip. "Please--you're hurting me. Why are you making me stay here?"
Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door. Max went to answer it and immediately re-turned with another man.
"You're late," said Vic.
The man shrugged. "I got delayed. But I'm here, like you told me to be. How much have you got for me?"
"Unfortunately, I'm short of cash at the moment. But I thought we might be able to make a deal."
The man's eyes narrowed. "What kind of deal?"
Vic turned to Kim. "Baby, I want you to meet an associate of mine--Rick."
She nodded coolly, uncertain of what was happening.
"You see," continued Vic, "I have a little problem and I decided you could help me with it."
She frowned. "Me?"
He turned back to Rick. "It's only temporary, but, like I said, I'm low on money right now. But I know you and I know your tastes and--well, I thought we might make some other arrangements for this payment."
Rick's voice was cold and menacing. "Like what?"
"You should have been there the first time I met Kim. She had a--sort of a fall--and her skirt slid way up and gave me a good look at her legs. Kim, stand up and show Rick what great legs you have."
She stared at him. "I'll do no such thing!"
"Baby, you don't understand the problem I have with this guy and--"
"I don't care about your problems."
"You'll care, all right--or you'll have a problem of your own."
His voice had suddenly gone hard, and it made her shiver. He reached in his pocket, pulled out one of the pictures and held it in his palm for her to see. It was one of the shots of her sucking Bruce's cock.
"Maybe you'd like me to show this to your husband," he said.
She gasped. "You--you wouldn't!"
"The hell I wouldn't. Jesus Christ, what's gotten into you, anyway? A few days ago you couldn't get your clothes off fast enough and you couldn't wait to get a prick in your mouth or in your cunt. Now you act like a goddamn nervous virgin."
There was no way she could make him understand and she just glared at him, her eyes filled with loathing and hopeless fury.
"Come on," he growled impatiently. "It isn't going to hurt you to show a guy your legs. Or would you rather have me send these pictures to your husband?"
Still glaring at him, she rose and lifted her dress part way up her thighs.
"Higher. He wants to see what color panties you're wearing."
She raised her skirt higher.
"Real nice legs," murmured Rick. "And red pan-ties. Does her bra match?"
"I don't know," said Vic. "Take your dress off, honey, and show us."
She hesitated until Vic scowled. Then she unzipped the dress, tugged it over her head and faced them in her bra and panties.
"Yeah," said Rick, "red bra too. But there has to be some padding. That can't all be natural stuff inside her bra."
Vic looked pained. "You're full of shit. She doesn't need any padding in her bra."
"I don't believe it."
"I'm telling you--Okay, I'll prove it. Take your bra off, Kim."
Arguing, she knew, would be useless and she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her big breasts tumbled free. They quivered momentarily, then stilled, pointing at the men, proud and erect.
Rick licked her lips. "Yeah, you're right--no pad-ding. Christ, what a pair of tits! Let's see the rest of her."
Vic nodded at her. "Off with the panties, honey. And don't look so upset. It's not like nobody ever saw you naked before."
She sighed in resignation and slid her panties down over her hips. As she bent forward to step out of them, her breasts swayed enticingly and she heard a low whistle from Rick.
Then she straightened and faced them. Naked.
It was true, as Vic had said, that this wasn't the first time men had viewed her nude body. Vic and Max and Randy had stripped her before and, at first, she'd been embarrassed to death. Later she had willingly, even eagerly, undressed for them and flaunted her body in front of them in her driving passion for sex. But this was different from any of those other times, different from anything she had ever experienced. The way Vic was forcing her to ex-pose her body to Rick, it was almost as if she was a--well, a piece of livestock which one man callously displayed to another. That was what made it so utterly humiliating.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts and her anger at Vic that she wasn't aware of Rick approaching her until he squeezed her breast.
She knocked his hand away. "Look, if you have to!" she spat. "But don't touch!"
Vic slapped her hard in the face. "You bitch--you're supposed to be nice to my friends!"
She turned on him in fury. "I'm not an animal--you don't own me!"
"You're wrong, sweetheart." He patted the pictures in his pocket. "I do own you--remember? Or do you want me to mail that little package we talked about?"
Panic assailed her again. God, no--Gordon couldn't see those pictures! No matter what she had to do, she couldn't allow that to happen.
"Well?" pressed Vic. "Which is it? Am I the boss or aren't I?"
She wilted. "You're the boss."
He smirked. "That's better." He turned to Rick. "Okay, she won't give you any more trouble."
She turned her head so she wouldn't have to look at Rick's face. Even worse than the open lust he displayed was the gloating sneer on his face. It made her feel as if she was nothing more than an animal for sale and he had just bought the right to do with her as he pleased.
He cupped her full breasts in his hands, jiggled them in his palms as if he were hefting their weight.
"Real nice tits you've got," he grated. "A beautiful pair of boobs."
He stroked the smoothness of her flesh, then squeezed, and his fingers bit deep into the full softness of her breasts. He pinched her nipples and pulled them roughly.
"Honey," said Vic, "he keeps looking down between your legs and I think you ought to invite him to have a little fun there too."
She shot Vic a look of loathing, and her voice was flat and lifeless as she turned to Rick.
"You want to feel my cunt?"
Realizing that the girl was being forced to submit to his desires, he chose to humiliate her even more. "What is it you want me to do?"
"Play--with my pussy."
"Ask me real nice."
She clenched her teeth. "Please--please stick your finger in my cunt and play with it."
"Okay. I'm always glad to do a girl a favor."
He slid one hand down across her stomach and momentarily stroked the hair on her crotch. Knowing what was expected of her, she shifted her feet further apart, spreading her legs and making room for him. He grinned briefly at her submissiveness, then wiggled his finger into her pussy.
"Nice," he murmured.
He worked his finger back and forth in her cunt, rubbing the soft folds of her sensitive flesh. Finally he poked his finger in her hole, forcing it in as deep as he could get it, then ramming it in and out of her. And all the time his other hand still fondled her tits.
Kim tried to repress a shudder. The familiar tingling sensation was starting again. She could feel it in her breasts and in her crotch at first, but it rapidly spread out and seemed to engulf her entire body. God, she thought, she couldn't allow that to happen--she couldn't let her body betray her. She wasn't going to be enslaved by lust any more so that she was robbed of all decency and acted like a rutting animal. But with the things he was doing to her--with his stroking hands and his probing finger--she knew she was becoming aroused in spite of herself and she could feel her juices starting to flow once again.
Rick felt them too. "Jesus, your twat is wet! You like to get felt, huh?"
"No."
"What?" Vic's voice was ominous.
She sighed. "Yes--I like it."
Rick grinned. "What else do you like, baby?"
"Everything."
"I bet you'd like a finger up your ass, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me how much you'd like it."
"Please stick your finger in my asshole--stick it in me deep."
"With a finger in your pussy at the same time?"
"Yes--in both my holes at once."
He took his hand from her breast, slid it down to her ass. Working her cheeks apart, he prodded with his fingertip at her asshole and then suddenly rammed it into her with brutal force.
The sharp pain made her wince and she had to concentrate on relaxing to keep it from hurting even more. The bastard, she thought. He could have used the finger that was wet and lubricated from her cunt and he could have worked it into her slower and easier. Instead, he had used a dry finger and had deliberately shoved it deep in her asshole so hard and quick he surely knew it would hurt her. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out, and as she forced herself to relax the pain gradually subsided.
Now he worked his two fingers in and out of her simultaneously, one in her pussy and one in her ass. At the same time, he moved his body closer to her and pumped his crotch against her hip. Even through his pants, she could feel the bulge of his cock and knew he had a hard-on from what he'd been doing to her.
Suddenly he stepped away from her and started taking off his clothes. "Just give me a minute, baby, and I'll be ready for you."
She had to keep concentrating on the fact that she was being forced to do this. She wasn't doing it because she wanted to--that part of her life she had put behind her. But she simply could not allow Vic to mail those pictures to Gordon.
A sudden thought crossed her mind. It was true she couldn't refuse to do what Vic ordered her to do. Still, since she had to go through with it, there might be a way she could turn it to her advantage and gain something from the humiliating experience.
She turned to Vic. "Look--I'll make you a deal."
He laughed briefly. "Honey, you're in no position to bargain. You'll do what I tell you--period."
"Maybe--maybe not. Okay, so you've got me over a barrel with those pictures and I'm in trouble if I don't do what you want. But the way it seems to me, Rick has something on you. I don't know what, but something. And if I don't make him happy, then I gather you're going to be in trouble."
His face darkened. "You goddamn bitch! You'd better--"
"So like I said, I'll make you a deal. I'll go through with this--I'll give Rick what he wants and I'll make him happy. In return, you give me those pictures and the negatives."
He hesitated, still scowling.
"Make up your mind," she snapped. "With all of you to hold me down, I suppose Rick could rape me and get what he wants anyway. But, believe me, he won't have half the fun out of it that way, and he'll probably take it out on you. So--do we have a deal?"
He sighed. "Okay, you bitch. But you'd better make him real happy."
She turned back to Rich and saw he was naked. Her eyes went to his prick, standing stiffly erect. It wasn't as big as Vic's or Bruce's, but she sensed that he'd like to be flattered by having a girl tell him how large it was. She stepped toward him and grasped his cock firmly in her hand.
"Mmmmm," she breathed, "such a nice big prick--and so hard and stiff. That's the size a girl can really enjoy."
He grinned foolishly as she lightly stroked his cock, running her fingers lightly along the sensitive underside and alternately holding it with a tighter grip as she pumped it more vigorously. And every once in a while her hand strayed lower to fondle his balls. Now that she knew she was going to get the pictures and negatives, it was easier to force herself to pretend an interest in what she was doing.
"Let's go upstairs to the bedroom," she murmured, "and you can show me how well you can satisfy a girl with that nice big prick of yours."
"Stay here and do it," growled Vic.
Rick nodded. "Yeah. Why waste time going up-stairs? An audience doesn't bother us, does it, baby?"
Maybe Rick really didn't want to waste time going upstairs, but she knew Vic was just trying to make it as humiliating for her as he could. Not only was he forcing her to let Rick screw her, but he was making her do it in front of the rest of them.
She choked back an angry retort, reminding her-self that it was all going to-be worth it because she'd have possession of the pictures and the negatives. Then she'd be free of Vic. Never again would he force her into anything like this.
She managed to smile at Rick. "How would you like it, Big Man? Want me to just lie on the floor and spread my legs?"
He squirmed as she continued stroking his cock and he slipped his finger into her cunt again and fondled her breast.
"I don't know," he said. "What do you do best--what's the specialty of the house?"
"I'm a real good lay--Vic can tell you that."
"What else?"
"Would you like a blowjob? They tell me I'm a damn good cocksucker."
"I'll bet you are."
"Or would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
"Have you ever had it in the ass before?"
"Yes."
He seemed disappointed, as though he'd hoped he might be the first one to do that to her. She had to laugh inwardly at that. He wasn't going to be the first at anything, because everything had been done to her that a man could possibly do to a girl.
"Tell you what," be said. "You pick it, baby. Decide what you want me to do to you."
She considered it briefly. Almost immediately she decided against sucking him off; never again did she want a man's prick in her mouth or his come spurting in her throat. And just as quickly she ruled out the thought of letting him fuck her in the ass. The way he had deliberately hurt her by ramming his finger in her asshole, she was sure he wouldn't be gentle about shoving his cock in there. She didn't want him to do anything to her at all, but of the various possibilities, it seemed that having him fuck her would be the lesser evil. And if she could make herself appear eager and give him a real good screw, she could probably make him come quickly and then the whole thing would be over in a hurry.
She dropped to the floor, threw her legs wide and spread her cuntlips open with her fingers.
"Come on, Big Man," she breathed. "See my wet little pussy waiting for you? Sock it to me--show me how you make a girl happy with that big old prick of yours."
She was afraid he'd realize from her tone that she was pretending a desire she didn't really feel, but he was too busy staring at her open cunt to notice. Nor did Vic and the others seem to notice. Perhaps, she thought, she was a better actress than she realized. And that was all to the good, since she had to go through with this and give Rick a good lay.
He knelt between her legs, nudged his cockhead against the moist entrance to her pussy.
She managed to repress a shudder. It was so different this time, so very different from all the other times the men had fucked her. Then she had wanted it. She'd been so anxious to have a hard prick nose its way into her and produce those exquisite sensations when it slammed deep up inside of her.
But this was so different it startled her. Etched in her memory was her shocking sexual experience with Bruce and her part in Marie's rape and death. That, together with the humiliating way she was being forced to let Rick screw her, wiped out any desire or arousal she might have felt. The tingling in her breasts and her crotch had ceased and she knew she wasn't going to come. Now she felt only revulsion at what she was doing and she wanted to gag at the feel of Rick's prick nudging her cunt.
He wasted no time on preliminaries. With one driving thrust, he sank his cock all the way into her.
She knew she'd been right in not letting him fuck her in the ass. He would have used the same kind of brutal entry there and would have hurt her terribly. Fortunately her pussy was wet so he slid into her easily and she felt no pain.
But the way he entered her was typical of the way he fucked her. He never spoke once, never hesitated and never varied his rhythm. In long hard strokes, he simply battered away at her soft body, ramming his prick in and out of her cunt with an almost maniacal intensity. So fierce was his attack that her body was slowly pushed across the floor with the force of his blows and the rug scraped harshly on her back. But he was entirely oblivious to that. He simply crawled after her and kept pounding away at her pussy. Even when he reached up and seized her breast and crushed it cruelly in his hand, he still didn't break the rhythm of his strokes.
Nor did the rhythm change even when he finally pumped his cum into her. She saw his eyes widen slightly and saw his breath come faster, but that was all. There was no wild jerking of his body, no frantic faster fucking. He continued on at his same savage pace as she felt his sperm spurt in hot jets in her battered cunt, until it was over and he stopped abruptly and fell forward on top of her.
And as she lay half crushed under his weight with his softening cock slowly slipping out of her drenched pussy, her feeling of revulsion slowly came to be mingled with a growing sense of elation. Now she was free of Vic. She'd paid the price for what she'd done. Now she'd used her body one last time to buy those pictures and negatives, and Gordon would never learn the disgusting truth about her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Don't you think you've had enough, buddy?"
Bruce glared at the bartender and dropped another bill in front of him. "There's my money. Just pour the drink, and never mind the talk."
The man poured the drink, took the money and wandered off. Bruce scowled after him for a moment, then forgot about him as he turned back to watch a more interesting subject.
The blonde partway down the bar.
He had no doubt that he could pick her up. They might haggle briefly about the price of.. her skinny body, but the only real question would be whether she had a room nearby or whether they should go to a motel. He didn't really care where they went, as long as he got her on her back with her legs apart. He sure as hell needed a lay.
Still, he hesitated. The girl wasn't wearing any bra and she'd carefully leaned over when she knew he was looking so he could get a good eyeful down the front of her low-cut blouse. Only he didn't consider it much of an eyeful. She wasn't exactly flat-busted, but she was pretty damn close to it. Hell, he'd seen bigger and better tits on teen-agers.
Of course, tits weren't everything. She certainly had a cunt and she looked experienced enough to know how to use it. She might even be a good cock-sucker. Her lips were rather full and pouting, and his prick tingled as he imagined it sliding in and out of her mouth. A good blowjob was something he wouldn't object to.
Damn it, though, he did like big tits on a girl. A real handful you could get ahold of. The kind that were all squashy when you buried your face in them and sucked her nipples.
He frowned at his drink as he considered the problem. And it took him some time to weigh it carefully because he'd lost count of the number of drinks he'd had and it was a slow process sorting out the pros and the cons of the skinny blonde. But at last he decided her mouth and her pussy would out-weigh the smallness of her tits. Sometimes you just couldn't have everything.
He gulped the last of his drink and stood up. Then he swore under his breath and sat down again.
He was too late. While he'd been debating, some other guy had moved in and sat down beside her. She was already finishing the drink he had bought her and apparently there hadn't been much haggling over price because a few moments later they got up to leave. He could smell her perfume as they passed him and he turned to watch the swing of her hips. Her skirt was pulled tight across her rounded little ass and he was willing to bet she wasn't wearing any panties.
No panties and no bra. All that guy would have to do would be to yank off her blouse and skirt and he'd have her naked and ready to get fucked.
He ordered another drink and ruefully thought of what he'd missed. By' now he'd forgotten that she had small tits. That didn't seem so important any more. If she had an apartment around the corner, they'd be there by now. In fact, she was probably naked already and lying on the bed with her legs wide apart. Now the guy would have his clothes off too. He'd be on the bed with her, sticking his cock into her cunt. Or maybe poking it in her mouth in-stead. Well, it didn't make any difference. Either she was sucking him or he was fucking her.
And he, Bruce, could have been doing it instead if he hadn't been so damn slow about the whole thing.
The more he thought about it, the more his prick tingled and the more foul became his mood. God-damn, he needed a woman! A luscious naked babe with a wide-open pussy where he could ram his tingling cock and relieve the pressure that was building up in his balls.
Maybe there was another whore in the bar. He swung around to survey the smoky room, but couldn't spot any likely looking candidates.
Then his eyes darted back to one of the booths and fastened on a cute little redhead sitting there. There was a young guy with her but he ignored him and studied the girl. Christ, she was built! Her dress was stretched so tight across her breasts that it almost seemed to be at the bursting point. Now there was a babe with a real pair of tits!
He pictured her without a bra, without any clothes at all. Her big breasts jutted out firm and proud on her chest, tipped by hard thrusting nipples that were solid between his lips when he sucked them. Then he pictured her writhing naked beneath him on a bed. Her smooth white thighs were spread wide and he was guiding his throbbing prick through the tangle of her red cunt-hair and driving it deep in her warm wet pussy.
Somehow she reminded him of another girl who was vague in his memory. A girl lying stretched on a bed as he sprawled above her and a mystery woman in a mask who guided his cock to the girl's cunt. This redhead was about the same age as the girl on the bed. No, the redhead was a little older, but she had the same lush fresliness of youth, the same full-blown ripeness about her body.
And her tits were even bigger.
At least he thought they were. If only he could see her naked and find out just how big her boobs really were.
The girl's dress was quite short and had ridden high, exposing a lot of her sun-tanned thighs. Even as Bruce watched, the young fellow in the booth reached under the table and put his hand on the girl's thigh. She smiled and said something and his hand stroked higher, and her dress slid up far enough that Bruce caught a glimpse of her white panties. He almost groaned aloud. Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought that, at the girl's crotch, he had seen the dark coloring of her cunt-hair through the sheer panties.
Jesus, she was a sexy-looking piece! Mentally, he undressed her again and the tingling in his prick grew stronger.
Maybe when the guy finished stroking her thigh he might feel her tits. Or perhaps the jerk wouldn't try it in public like this. Hell, thought Bruce, if he was sitting with a babe built like that he wouldn't be bashful about feeling her boobs any time or any place. Knockers like that were meant to be felt.
Was she wearing a bra? He couldn't be sure. Her dress was cut pretty low at the neckline and it'd be easy enough to tell if only she'd lean forward.
Abruptly he frowned. The couple in the booth were getting ready to leave. Maybe she'd bend over a little as she slid out of her seat. No, damn it, she didn't.
He gulped the rest of his drink, rose unsteadily and followed them. They probably had a car outside and she might lean forward when she got in and give him a look down her neckline.
He staggered along the sidewalk, only a few steps behind them, his byes fixed on the girl. Damn, she had a cute little rounded ass! Her dress was pulled tight across its plumpness and he was so intrigued with the jiggle and sway of her ass as she walked that he almost forgot about the question of whether or not she was wearing a bra.
Almost, but not quite.
The couple came to their car and the. girl slid in her seat. Her skirt rode high and he got another glimpse of her panties. And she bent slightly for-ward, but it was so quick he still wasn't sure exactly what he saw in the darkness. It was just a brief flash of white, but it could have been a white bra or it could have been the creamy whiteness of her tits.
He lurched ahead to his own car, parked only slightly ahead of theirs. But after he slid in and started the motor, he sat and frowned, obsessed with the question of whether the girl was wearing a bra. When the other car pulled past him, he followed it almost without thinking.
He couldn't have told how long they drove or what route they followed, but when the car ahead slowed, and made a sudden turn Bruce let out a drunken laugh. The guy was taking the babe into a deserted lane in the park. Bruce knew the spot well. More than one girl he'd screwed back in that lane. There was a great little spot where the ground was covered with pine needles, so soft and springy it was almost like being on a mattress. It was a hell of a lot better than trying to fuck a girl in the cramped space in a car.
Obviously the driver of the other car knew the place too, and it seemed pretty certain that the cute little redhead was about to get laid.
Bruce drove past the lane, then parked and got out. There was a path that twisted among the trees. and he knew he had a much better chance of approaching the couple unobserved if he took the path instead of walking up the lane. He spent some time searching for the path and finally found it only be-cause of the bright moonlight. But then he encountered a new problem. He was so drunk it was difficult to navigate along the narrow path in the deceptive shadows. At last he solved the problem by taking only a couple of steps at a time from one tree to the next, leaning against each one as he came to it and taking care to remain absolutely silent the whole time.
As it was, he approached so quietly the young couple had no hint of his coming and if he hadn't suddenly seen them in the moonlight he would have trodden on them with just a few more steps.
They had gotten out of their car and lay in front of him on the pine needles, locked in a tight embrace. The girl's skirt was up partway, and Bruce stared at her long shapely legs. Then he watched hungrily as the fellow squeezed her breast. Damn, he told him-self, he'd like to get a handful of that himself!
The guy reached for the zipper on her dress and she twisted away.
"Harry--don't," she said.
"Come on, Doris," he whined. "You said I could this time."
"I don't think we should."
"You promised! You said I could take off your bra this time."
Bruce snorted to himself. A couple of damn kids, arguing over whether he could see her bare tits. And that bitch ought to get her ass smacked, letting the guy feel her thighs and her tits and then making such a big deal about taking off her bra.
Now, at least, he knew she was wearing a bra. And he told himself that if he was lying there in Harry's place, he'd rip the damn bra off her--and the rest of her clothes too--and fuck hell out of her before she gave him any more lip.
But that wasn't Harry's way. He was still pleading.
"Come on, Doris. You let me feel your breasts--and you said this time I could do it with your bra off."
She hesitated. "Well--all right--as long as we don't go too far. You promise to stop when I tell you?"
He mumbled something that might have been a promise, then grabbed at the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. She worked her arms out of the sleeves and he tugged the dress down to her waist. Gazing for a moment at her full mounded bra, he fumbled with the snap and finally managed to get it loose, then yanked her bra free and dropped it on the ground.
She was naked from the waist up.
He stared at her big breasts. They thrust proudly upward, gleaming whitely in the moonlight in contrast with the dark tan of her surrounding flesh.
"God!" he whispered. "You're beautiful!"
His hand crept forward to clasp her lush tits and stroke their softness. He squeezed them gently, almost experimentally, as if he was somehow afraid that now that her breasts were bare they were particularly vulnerable and he might in some way injure them or destroy their beauty. Then, gaining confidence, he squeezed harder, crushing her tits in his palm and mauling them roughly.
Dropping his head, he kissed her nipple and she let out an excited little gasp. His lips traveled over the entire rounded surface of her jutting breast, leaving wet trails on her soft skin. At last he came back to her nipple. His tongue flicked against it and he licked it for a time, then finally drew it between his lips and sucked it.
A faint moan escaped her. "Ohh! I--didn't know--that could feel--so good!"
His hand stroked upward on her thigh, bunching her dress high around her hips. When he came to her panties he paused for an instant as if debating his next move, then continued upward to her stomach. There he trailed his fingers lightly over her incredibly smooth skin. But after a moment his hand slipped inside the top of her panties and slowly rubbed its way down inside them. Down across her lower belly. Still lower. He reached her cunt-hair and worked his fingers down through it.
She twisted her hips in protest. "Harry--no--not down there."
Not bothering to answer, he dug his hand deeper down into her crotch. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to block him; but he forced his way between them and got a finger into her pussy.
She jumped. "Harry--please! You said you'd stop when I told you--you promised!"
"Jesus--not now! Just let me touch it--let me play with your cunt for just a second."
"I don't think we--ohh!"
Her protest ended in a sharp gasp as he found her clit. He rubbed his finger on it, stroking the sensitive button, then he gently seized it between his thumb and forefinger and massaged it further. She groaned and her hips rocked. Slowly her thighs fell open, giving him better access to her crotch.
With one hand busy in her pussy, he fumbled with the other hand at his zipper. He finally got it open, but his cock was stiff and hard and it took him time to work it free of his pants. At last he had it in the open and he guided her hand to it.
"Doris--play with it, honey."
She hesitated. "What if--somebody comes along?"
"Nobody's going to come along. Nobody comes back in here."
"How do you know so much about it? Have you been here before--with other girls?"
"No, honey--honest. My brother told me about this place."
Bruce, leaning against a tree and watching eagerly, silently snorted in disgust. Harry was just a punk kid and had probably never screwed a girl in his life. He didn't have a very big prick, either. And Doris might be putting on an act, pretending to be so innocent and reluctant, but Bruce didn't think so. He was willing to bet she'd never been fucked before. Hell, they were just two inexperienced kids. But she did have big tits and a sweet little ass, and he was anxious to see whether Harry succeeded in getting into her cunt.
But at the moment Harry was still trying to get her to hold his cock in her hand.
"Stroke it, honey. Play with it."
A convulsive shudder ran through her body as he rubbed her clit again and she opened her fingers, slowly wrapped them around his prick.
"It's so big," she whispered.
Bruce could hardly suppress a snicker. Christ, was she naive! Imagine thinking that kid's thin stubby cock was big! He was getting a hard-on from watching them and if his own prick got any bigger he ought to whip it out and step out there and show her what a man-sized tool looked like.
She stroked her fingers up and down on Harry's cock.
"It's so smooth," she murmured. "I never knew a man's--penis--was so smooth."
"What'd you think it was like?"
"I don't know. I never--well, I never felt one before."
He gasped. "Jesus, keep doing that--right there around the head."
"There?"
"Yeah! Oh, God!"
There was silence for a long moment as she stroked his prick and he played with her pussy and massaged her clit. When she spoke again her voice was husky.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you--lick my nipple again--suck it like you did before? That felt so good."
"Sure, honey."
Bruce could see that her nipples were now standing up hard and erect, stiff little peaks on her thrusting tits. The bitch was really getting worked up.
Harry lowered his head to her breast, ran his tongue over her nipple. At first he licked it gently, but then the movement of his tongue became harder and more insistent. And at last he pulled her nipple between his lips and nibbled and sucked it.
She let out a long sigh. "Oh--yes! I like that!"
As he kept digging his fingers into her cunt, her panties had gradually been pulled lower on her hips. And her dress was still bunched at her waist where it sometimes got in his way. Suddenly he pulled his hand free in annoyance.
"Let me get your damn panties off," he growled.
She offered no objections. In fact, she lifted her ass off the ground to help him remove her dress. And then her panties. But as he pulled them over her feet, they caught on one of her shoes and he couldn't get them loose.
"Hurry up," she urged him.
He swore under his breath, finally pulled her shoe off and flung it aside with the panties. She opened her thighs wide.
"Your hand," she moaned. "Put it back on my--you know, back where it was."
"On your pussy?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"On my--pussy."
He rubbed her cunt briefly, then poked his finger into her hole.
She squirmed. "That feels good but--up higher, where you were before."
He moved up to her clit and massaged it. "There?"
"Yes--oh, yes! Don't stop!"
In her excitement she stroked his cock harder. Her fingers were firmly wrapped around it and she pumped it vigorously with full-length strokes. He feverishly twisted his hips and his breath was coming faster, and Bruce wryly decided that Harry was more worked up than Doris was, even though the little bitch was getting plenty hot.
Now she was using two hands, stroking his prick with one and fondling his balls with the other. She giggled as she touched his balls.
"They feel funny--all hairy and wrinkly."
"Oh, Jesus!"
"Does that feel good?"
"God, yes!"
"It feels good--what you're doing to me too--on my--pussy. I feel all--all funny inside." .
"I can't hold it any longer! Honey, I'm going to stick it in your cunt--I'm going to fuck you!"
"Yes--yes! Put it in me--quick!"
"Spread your legs."
She hesitated then. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I--I've never--done it--before."
"Neither have I."
"Will it hurt?"
"No, honey--I'll be real careful. Open your legs, for Christ's sake!"
She spread her thighs and he hurriedly crawled into position between them. Holding his cock in his hand he speared it toward her pussy, but in his anxiety his aim was bad and he missed his target. In-stead of poking into her hole, his prick slid up through the wet through of her cunt and scraped her clit.
In his aroused state, the slippery wetness of her pussy against his cock was more than he could take. He grunted in surprise and frustration as his prick jerked violently and his come spurted upward and landed with a wet squish on her stomach.
She jumped as his cock rubbed across her clit and then the sudden unexpectedness of his come splashing on her stomach startled her and she let out a loud cry.
"Ohh!"
To Bruce, drunk and befuddled as he was, it seemed that her cry was one of disappointment. The poor girl was all worked up. She had a hot little cunt and was dying to get laid for the first time. And then that stupid bastard Harry couldn't even hold it until he got it in her, but shot his load all over her belly. No wonder the poor girl was disappointed and frustrated.
Hell, why let her suffer? She was lying there with her legs wide apart and her juicy pussy aching for a prick. Why shouldn't he give her what she wanted? She'd love him for it. She'd love it even more when she found out what it was like to get fucked by a real man instead of fooling around with that stupid jerk of a kid.
He yanked his zipper open and tugged his cock free. Now it was hard and stiff and jutted fiercely upward. He almost chuckled out loud as he thought of how she'd be thrilled by a prick that was really big.
Then he hesitated as another thought struck him. What about Harry? He was a dumb bastard, but he might not take kindly to the idea of another guy screwing his girl.
Well, that was easily settled. Bruce groped around on the ground until he found a piece of a tree limb that made a handy club. He stepped from behind the tree, staggered a few steps and brought the club down hard on Harry's head before the boy even knew he was there.
Harry dropped limply on top of Doris and she screamed.
With one shove, Bruce rolled the boy's slack form aside and sprawled on top of Doris. His hard cock nudged her thigh.
"Feel that, sweetheart?" he mumbled. "There's a real prick for you."
Her eyes rolled in terror. "No--please--let me go!"
"I know you want it real bad. Just wait 'til I get my cock in your hot little cunt and I'll give you a fuck you won't forget in a hurry."
She heaved her hips upward, trying to throw him off, and it made her big breasts quiver and jounce. He seized them, one tit in each hand, squeezed them fiercely so she moaned with pain.
"God!" he exclaimed. "What a pair of boobs you've got--a real handful a guy can get ahold of!"
He remembered how she had liked it when Harry had licked her nipples, and he dropped his mouth to her breast. But he wasn't careful about it, as Harry had been. Drunk and aroused with lust, he was in-tent only on using the girl's lush young body for his own satisfaction and he wasn't the least concerned that he might be hurting her. He felt her nipple prodding against his lips and in his excitement he bit it.
She moaned again and tried to crawl out from under him.
He slapped her. "Hold still, damn it! I want to suck your tit! Tits like yours--they're just begging to be sucked!"
He squeezed her breast, bunching her soft flesh upward and driving her nipple into his mouth. This time he seized it between his lips instead of his teeth. For a moment he washed his tongue over it, licking it hard, and then he sucked it greedily.
For a brief time she lay still, afraid that he would hurt her again if she moved. But then he shifted the lower part of his body and his prick slithered up along her thigh toward her pussy.
Instantly she exploded into violent motion. Her nails raked his face while her hips surged upward and she kicked her legs. He bore his weight down on her, holding her, and as she continued to struggle his cock happened to slip between her thighs. She was unaware of the exquisite sensation he experienced as she squeezed and rubbed his hard prick between the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Still sucking her nipple, he groaned and thought he was going to come right then.
Hell, no, he told himself. He couldn't do that. He had to get into her hot little cunt and pump it full. He wrenched at her legs as she continued to fight him silently and roughly yanked them apart. Crawling in between them, he guided his cock to her pussy and felt the tip nudge against her cuntlips.
She felt it too and she screamed.
He chuckled. It baffled him somewhat that she should fight against being fucked by a man when she had been quite anxious to get laid by that stupid kid, but it didn't bother him particularly. In fact, it somehow made it more exciting. He was going to screw her, no matter how much she fought. Her hands were tied and--no, it was that other one whose hands had been tied. Well, it didn't make any difference. That one had fought too, but that had made it even better. It was more stimulating to have a feeling of real power over a girl and her frantic struggles while she was tied to the bed had heightened the sensation as he'd driven his prick deep into her pussy.
So if this one wanted to fight too, so much the better.
He urged his hips forward and his cockhead slipped into her cunt. She screamed again, but he ignored it. God, she had a tight little pussy!
Then he blinked in surprise. Jesus Christ, she re-ally was a virgin! Sure, she'd told that stupid Harry that this was her first time and she'd never been laid before, but he'd assumed that was just part of her innocent act. Now he realized it was true.
An evil grin twisted his face. A babe built like she was, was just made for fucking. He'd open up her twat and make plenty of room in there for all the cocks that were sure as hell going to follow his.
He lunged fiercely and drove his prick brutally into her, ignoring her piercing scream. He felt something rip inside her under the force of his plunge, but he didn't slow down. He rammed his cock into her again. And again. And still again.
Once more he grinned. His prick was buried to the hilt in her cunt.
Now her constant screams suddenly grated on him. The gag must have come out again and--no, it was the other girl who had been gagged. He kept getting them confused. How had he stopped that other girl from screaming? His arm. Somehow he'd had it across her throat.
He shifted his position to move his arm toward her throat but it didn't seem to work this time. Some-how it was hard to keep his balance that way. So in-stead he slapped her again, harder this time.
"Shut up, for Christ's sake!" he growled. "Losing your cherry ain't going to kill you."
Kill you. The words struck a response somewhere deep in his befuddled brain. They echoed back and forth in time with his strokes as he drove his cock in and out of the girl's pussy, and he began to babble aimlessly.
"I might have to kill you too. I fucked another babe who screamed. Jesus, she was noisy! I killed her--I think. At least, somebody said so. Her name was Mary--Marie--something like that. Hell of a good lay. Nice big tits--but not as big as yours. And her cunt wasn't as tight as yours."
She had fallen silent with terror as he bragged of killing the other girl, and she lay motionless beneath him. Suddenly he slapped her again.
"Fight, you bitch!" he snarled. "Don't scream, but fight me. Shake your ass--let's see you try to get away!"
Obediently she began to struggle. Her nails had already drawn blood on his face, but now she was careful not to hurt him and arouse his anger. In-stead, she twisted her hips and tried to wiggle out from under him.
He laughed as he held her in place and mercilessly pounded his prick deeply into her.
"Yeah, bitch--that's it! Lift your ass--there, that's the way! God, your tits jiggle when you fight like that!"
He closed his hand on her breast, squeezing it in a cruel grip. Just in time she remembered his warning and choked back the scream that rose in her throat.
"Don't slow down, bitch! Hump your ass--no, lift it! That's better. Time it to match my strokes when I sink my cock in your pussy. Yeah, like that--fuck--fuck--fuck! Oh, Jesus!"
His body suddenly stiffened and he hung suspended for a moment. Beneath him, still afraid to disobey him, the girl continued lifting her hips, driving her cunt up at him. He felt the tight warm wall of her pussy sliding along his throbbing prick and he let out a yell as it pushed him over the edge. The come raced the length of his cock as he slammed it back deep into her cunt and he felt the heavy jets spurt far up inside her. He fucked in a frenzy, battering her body with a ferocity that made her breasts quiver and leap even more than they had before, and his prick was like a pile-driver that shoved her sever-al inches along the ground.
At last his cock gave a final jerk and one last burst shot into her pussy. Then with a groan, he fell for-ward on top of her and lay still.
The sudden silence was broken only by her sobs and, not knowing whether he was conscious or unconscious, she was afraid to move. For what seemed like an eternity to her, she lay motionless with his prick still buried in her cunt.
Finally, nearby, Harry moved. He groaned, sat up and rubbed his head. He stifled a curse as he saw the motionless bodies and picked up the club that Bruce had used on him. Crawling close, he swung it at Bruce's head. But it was only a glancing blow, toppling Bruce sideways and leaving him dazed, rather than a direct hit that might have knocked him out.
Still it gave Harry the time he needed. He snatched Doris' hand and yanked her to her feet.
"Come on, Doris!"
"My clothes!"
"The hell with them! We have to get to the car!"
He dragged the naked girl along by the hand and as Bruce moaned and rolled over he caught a glimpse of her bare ass before they dove into the car. As Bruce climbed unsteadily to his feet, he heard them start the motor. The tires spun and sent up a shower of dirt and then the car disappeared down the lane.
Bruce stuffed his cock back in his pants and closed his zipper. He wished he'd seen that punk kid coming before he'd clubbed him on the head, but at least he'd gotten to fuck the girl .before it happened. Christ, she was a sweet little piece of ass!
Still, his head hurt like hell and he was suddenly very dizzy and he wished it wasn't so far back to his car. He swore all the way back as he staggered along the path and bumped into numerous trees. And when he finally reached the car and wrenched open the door, he collapsed in the seat behind the wheel.
He couldn't have told how long he lay slouched there before he was roused by a bright light shining in his face. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, swearing under his breath at whoever held the flash-light. Then the light moved aside. He saw the uniform and wondered irritably what the cop wanted.
"How you get the scratches on your face?" asked the officer.
Panic swept over him. Those punk kids had called the cops and he'd been lying here in his car just waiting for them to come and get him. That bitch with the tight little cunt had been a hell of a good lay, but he was damned if he was going to get locked up for raping her!
In one swift motion he started the motor, threw the car into gear and took off with a suddenness that almost knocked the cop over. In his rearview mirror he saw the cop running to his car across the road, but he was out of sight before the police cruiser was turned around to head after him.
But his lead quickly evaporated. It was only moments before the headlights came into view behind him. And they were gaining swiftly.
If he'd been less drunk he would have known he was driving too fast, but now the only thought in his befuddled mind was to escape. He sent the car careening out of the park and twisting around sever-al turns until he didn't even know where he was. But still the headlights crept closer behind him. Then he found himself on a major highway leading out of the city and he stamped the accelerator to the floor.
Somehow, it was typical of Bruce that his last thought was of sex.
When he came to the sweeping curve with the concrete bridge abutments, he knew he wasn't going to make it. He was going to wreck his car and it all the fault of that little bitch with the tight pussy and the big tits for sending the cops after him. Damn her, anyway! He shouldn't have been so easy on her. If he ever got his hands on her again he'd screw the living hell out of her--maybe fuck her in the ass.
That was his final thought before he hit the abutment.
CHAPTER TEN
Wearing her bikini, Kim lay by the pool behind the house. It was only early afternoon, still a long time before Gordon would be home for dinner, and she wasn't quite sure how she was going to fill the hours. But at the moment she didn't care. The sun had long since dried her after her swim and now she basked drowsily in its warmth, feeling a certain contentment. It was as if the swim in the pool and the burning heat of the sun had cleansed her of the past. She could forget what she had been and what she had done, and the shame and the filth and the degradation were all behind her.
Then a shadow fell across her face and she quickly opened her eyes, alarmed that someone had approached unheard.
Her sense of contentment vanished when she saw Vic grinning down at her.
He squatted beside her. "Hi, sweetheart. God, you're just as beautiful as ever."
Her eyes blazed as she scrambled into a sitting position. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you again, gorgeous."
"Well, I don't want to see you. Get out of here!"
Instead of answering, he ran his fingertip lightly over the ripe swell of her breasts that spilled over her bikini top. When she shrank from his touch, his hand made a sudden darting movement and yanked the little strip of cloth down low on her chest. For an instant he gazed at her bare tits, then stroked them and squeezed them.
"Yeah," he breathed. "You've still got the best pair of boobs I ever saw on a girl."
His voice seemed to rouse her to action and she knocked his hand away and tugged the bikini top back over her breasts.
"Leave me alone!" she snapped. "Go away!"
"That's no way to talk to an old friend."
"We're not friends:"
"Hell, it wasn't so long ago that you used to beg me to play with your tits and lick your nipples. And you wanted to suck my cock and have me fuck you--everything."
"That's all over."
"Is it? Christ, your cunt used to get wet just from my feeling your tits. How's your little pussy doing now?"
He ran his hand up her smooth thigh and tried to slip his finger inside the tight leg of her bikini pants. But she slapped his hand away and scrambled out of his reach.
Her eyes blazed. "I told you to leave me alone!" He eyed her speculatively, then shrugged. "Okay, I'll let you have your way this time."
"Did you bring the pictures and the negatives?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I wanted to talk to you about that."
"I did what you wanted--I earned them when I let Rick screw me. You've been promising to give them to me ever since, and you still haven't done it."
"Well, it's like this--"
"I don't want excuses. Just give me the pictures."
"I can't, sweetheart."
She glared at him. "What do you mean--you can't?"
"Well, it's pretty simple. We were going to collect some of your husband's money. In fact, you were the one who came up with the idea of blackmailing Bruce."
"I don't want to hear about that--I'm not interested in the money."
"Maybe not, sweetheart--but I am. And the way things stand now, I'm shit out of luck. Your stupid stepson got himself killed and I can't collect from him. Hell, that chick he raped in the park told the cops how he spilled his guts about killing Marie--so I can't even blackmail the old man to keep his dead son's name free of murder."
She couldn't help smiling at his frustration. "So you can't collect any money at all--from anyone."
"I've only got one thing going for me. I still have you."
She snorted. "Forget it. I haven't got any money."
He reached over and squeezed her breast. "Maybe not, but you've got something better. You've got a body that gives a guy a hard-on just looking at it. As long as I have those pictures, you have to do what I tell you. And there are guys who will pay me damn good money to get into that sweet little pussy of yours--or to get their pricks in your mouth. So maybe I can't get your husband's money, but I'm going to make a bundle on you, sweetheart."
She stared at him, aghast. "You--you wouldn't! You couldn't! You're trying to turn me into a--a prostitute--a whore!"
"Well, let's call it a business arrangement. You can do something for me and I can do something for you."
"What do you mean?"
"Like I said, you can make me a lot of money with that gorgeous body of yours. And you want those pictures back, so--"
"You'll give me the pictures if I do it?"
"I'd be foolish to do that. As soon as you have all the pictures, I'm out of business."
"But you said--"
"It's like this, baby. Each time you make a customer happy, you get some of the pictures back. That way I make my money gradually and you gradually get your pictures back. That's fair to both of us--right?"
She stared at him, still shocked by what he was doing to her. She felt complete revulsion, both for him and for his scheme, and she frantically looked for some way out. But there wasn't any.
"Tell you what," he said. "Let's go into the house and I'll give you more details."
Numb, she rose and followed him across the lawn. As they neared the house, a man got out of a car that was parked in front and came up the walk toward them. Surprised, Kim stopped to see what he wanted.
"It's okay," said Vic. "He's with me. Kim, I want you to meet Bert."
The man smiled at her. "Hi."
She gave no answer, but looked from one to the other.
"Let's go inside," said Vic. "We have things to talk about."
Inside, Bert studied Kim closely, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Then he walked around her, scrutinizing her from every angle until she wished she was wearing more than just the skimpy bikini.
Bert nodded at Vic. "She's a beauty, all right--a real knockout. You didn't exaggerate one bit."
Vic grinned. "I didn't exaggerate about anything else, either. What do you want her to do?"
"Well--for starters, I think the bikini ought to come off."
Kim's eyes flashed with anger. "Oh, you do, huh? Well, I've got news for you, buster!"
Before Bert could answer, Vic took Kim's arm and urged her across to the far end of the room.
"Just a minute, Bert," he called over his shoulder. "We have to have a short private conversation."
As they talked in low tones, Bert couldn't hear what they were saying. Once or twice Kim's voice rose in anger and he heard some reference to one picture and one negative, but he couldn't make out any more than that. However, it wasn't their conversation that really interested him and he wasn't paying that much attention to it. He was too busy staring at Kim.
God, he thought, what a fantastic shape the girl had! She'd be perfect for what he was looking for.
He had to admit he'd been somewhat skeptical when Vic had described her, because it just didn't seem as if any girl could match Vic's description. But he'd been wrong about that. He eyed her breasts that were just barely covered by the bikini top--and her long curving legs--and the bikini pants that hugged her trim little ass. God, yes, she measured up to Vic's description!
Of course, he was a little disappointed in the way she had acted about taking off her bikini. She hadn't displayed the willingness that Vic had promised. Still, there was no point in jumping to quick conclusions and maybe it was just some minor misunderstanding that Vic would be able to clear up.
They finished their brief conversation and Kim turned toward him. He could still see the anger on her face and his disappointment grew. Vic had given him a ass steer about how willing she'd be and it wasn't going to work out after all. It was a damn shame, he thought, watching the sway of her hips and the movement of her tits as she walked toward him.
She stopped in front of him. "You want my bikini off?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay. You want me to take it off, or do you want to do it?"
He blinked in surprise at her sudden change, and saw the anger was gone from her face. Behind her, Vic was sprawled, grinning, on the sofa.
"Hell," he said, "I'll take it off."
She turned her back toward him so he could unfasten the bikini top. Then she swung back to face him. Slowly he eased the thin strip of material off her body until it hung free in his hands.
He stared hungrily at her bare breasts.
They rode high on her chest, big and firm, and he could see the faint blue veins beneath the creamy skin. Her soft nipples were a delicate shade of pink.
At last he roused himself and reached for the tiny bikini pants. She stood motionless as he peeled them down over the curve of her hips and her blonde cunt-hair came in sight. Dropping to his knees, he tugged the pants lower, sliding them down on her shapely thighs. Finally they slipped to the floor and she stepped out of them.
Naked, she stood before him for his inspection.
He was still kneeling and his face was on a level with her crotch and he could see the slit of her pussy through the tangle of cunt-hair. He lifted a hand, ran it up the velvet skin of her thigh and prodded a finger at her twat. She moved her legs slightly apart, making it easier for him, and he felt a quick sense of elation mixed with wonder. He couldn't figure this girl out. First she got mad at the thought of taking off her bikini, then she not only let him take it off her but she even spread her legs so he could stick his finger in her pussy. He gave up trying to understand it, and concentrated on what he was doing.
He ran his finger back and forth in her cunt, then toyed with her clit. She jumped a little when he touched it. Finally he poked his finger deep in her pussy, burying it as far inside her as he could get it.
His other hand, meanwhile, had circled her hip so he could fondle her ass. God, he thought, she had the cutest little ass! Round and plump, but sure as hell not fat. Just the right amount of roundness and softness that a girl ought to have on her ass.
Now his hand stroked upward to her breast. More roundness and softness. He rubbed her tits, squeezed them and jiggled them. They were firm to his touch, yet delightfully soft and yielding when he squeezed them. And he found, when he gently pinched her nipples, that they were growing hard.
Suddenly he discovered something else. Her cunt was already getting wet. At first he thought it was his imagination, but he kept working his finger in and out of her while he played with her tits with the other hand, and he knew it wasn't his imagination. Her pussy was really wet.
He felt elated all over again. Not only did she have the body of a goddess, not only was she showing the willingness that Vic had promised, but she was easily aroused so her cunt-juices flowed generously. She'd be a hell of a good lay.
Her voice broke in on his thoughts. "Do you want me'to strip you?"
He hesitated. He hadn't really planned on fucking her--not this time, anyway--but he couldn't help thinking of what it would be like to sink his cock in her juicy pussy and he almost changed his mind. Still, it would probably be better to stick to his original plan right now and he could always screw her later.
"No," he answered. "I guess that won't be necessary."
She looked puzzled. "Then--well, what do you want me to do?"
He sat down in a chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, and he was silent for a long minute as he stared again at her naked body. Christ, she was gorgeous! And willing--that was important. But there was still more he had to learn.
He motioned her closer. "Take my prick out."
She squatted between his legs, opened his zipper and slipped her hand inside. He couldn't help the sudden tightening of his stomach muscles as her fingers touched his cock. It took her a moment to work his prick loose because it had already started to get hard, but then she got it free and brought it out in the open.
"Play with it," he told her.
She wrapped her fingers around it and gently stroked it with a touch that made him squirm. And her other hand lifted his balls and lightly toyed with them.
He let out a sigh of satisfaction as he watched her fingers running up and down his cock, making it swell and stiffen even more. Obviously she'd had experience, and she knew what to do with a prick and how to excite a man. And that was important too. That really left just one thing he wanted to find out about her.
"Okay," he said. "Let's see how good a cocksucker you are."
She hesitated for such 'a long moment that he wondered if she was going to refuse. Then he caught the quick look of hatred she shot across the room at Vic and heard her sigh of resignation. It seemed obvious that Vic had some hold on her, some way of forcing her to do what he wanted, but that was no real concern of his. So much the better if the girl could be forced to cooperate. That only made her more ideal for what he had in mind.
If only she was a good cocksucker.
It didn't take him long to decide she was.
After her long moment of hesitation, her tongue slowly crept out of her mouth and flicked against the tip of his prick. It was just a light contact, but tantalizing as hell. He jumped.
She licked ever so gently around his cockhead, then bore down with her tongue, dragging it around the head with a firmer touch.
"That's it, honey!" he groaned. "Lick it--lick it good!"
And she did. As far as he could tell, there wasn't a spot she missed. Her tongue covered every inch of his prick from the tip to the base, and it even poked into the thick tangle of his pubic hair and licked there. First with a light touch, then varying it with more pressure, she covered his entire cock with saliva and he watched his tool become swollen and rigid under the exciting touch of her tongue. Then she shifted to his balls, licking them until they ached, then sucking them one at a time into her mouth and gently washing them, around inside. And after that, she went back to licking his prick again.
He squirmed and let out a long sigh.
Suddenly she opened her lips and let his cockhead slip between them. Her lips were moist and warm. And incredibly soft. Slowly, ever so slowly, her head sank lower and his prick crept into her mouth at an agonizing snail's pace. He tried to drive it in faster by lunging upward with his hips, but she backed off and grunted her disapproval. She seemed to be telling him they were going to do this her way, even if it drove him completely crazy.
He thought again of the hold Vic must have on her and the way she had apparently been ordered to give him a good blowjob. And he had to admit she was certainly following orders.
Man, what a sensation she was going to be! And he was going to be a hero for having found her.
Now his cock was halfway in her mouth and he felt her tongue jab at it. Still her head dropped lower and he stared, fascinated, at the intriguing sight of his thick prick slowly disappearing between her soft lips. Further--still further.
And at last she had his cock buried in her mouth.
He could feel the head jammed against the back of her throat and he didn't see how she could take it that deep. He'd had his prick in other girls' mouths, but he couldn't remember any of them who'd taken it that far in. God, this babe was fantastic!
Then she started to move. First it was her tongue that came to life, bathing and licking all over his cock. And then her head moved, rising up and down in steady strokes that had his prick sliding in and out between her warm clasping lips. At first, the motion of her tongue and head started slowly with a kind of teasing, sensuous rhythm that added to his excitement. But as she kept it up she began to move faster, increasing both the tempo and the action of her tongue and lips, and his cock was being simultaneously licked and sucked at an increasing speed.
He moaned hoarsely. "Jesus, baby--you're the greatest! You're going to be terrific at the party!"
She let his prick slip out of her mouth. "Party? What party?"
He tried to poke his cock between her lips but she turned her head aside.
"What party?" she repeated.
"A bunch of guys--sort of a club I belong to. We have a big wing-ding once a year."
"So what's that got to do with me?"
He grinned. "I'm in charge of the entertainment this year."
"So?"
"So I wanted to try you out to see how you'd be. And like I said, you're going to be terrific!"
"Forget it," she snapped. "I'm not going to your party "
"Yes, you are," said Vic.
She turned and looked across the room at him. "If you think for one minute--"
"You'll go," said Vic. "It's worth five pictures to you."
She blinked. "Five?"
"That's what I said."
"Shit," growled Bert. "I don't know what's with you two and your pictures. All I know is that I've got a hell of a hard-on and I want to get my prick back in your mouth."
"Five pictures," she murmured.
He waved his cock at her. "Suck it, goddamn it!"
She opened her mouth, slipped his prick between her lips and gulped it deep in her mouth.
Her big breasts were dangling, jiggling with her movements. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing and kneading her springy flesh. Her own hand crept up and fondled his balls as she sucked him.
Now her tongue was moving even faster than before and her head bobbed up and down in long hard strokes so his cock almost pulled out from between her lips and then plunged back deep into her mouth. In her cheeks he could see the hollow spots as she sucked.
Suddenly he was at the point of no return. He drew a long shuddering sigh, held it for a second as he trembled on the brink, then let it out in an explosive groan as her lips and tongue shoved him over the edge. Something exploded in his balls and blew a torrent of sperm out the length of his prick. It cascaded into her mouth, one heavy jet after another, until he saw her cheeks billow outward with the load he was pumping into her. Then she swallowed. But as fast as she swallowed there was another spurting flood to fill her mouth again--and another and another. Still she sucked and licked and swallowed until at last the flood died away, slowed to a trickle and finally ceased.
He squeezed her tit once again and leaned weakly back in the chair and gazed at her.
"Christ, yes--honey! You're going to be a sensation at the party!"
