At first working for the Parkers in their lavish antebellum home in Georgia, escaping the poverty and chronic social depressiion of the Appalachian mining community, appeared to be the perfect set-up for the runaway newlyweds. The Parkers, well-known philanthropists who charitably funded the Parker Halfway House for Girls, possessed every contrivance of sophistication and enviable social status...hobnobbing with political candidates for Congress and state court judges.
Yet Paul and Kathy were prisoners before they stepped foot inside the Parker's home-imprisoned in the vengeful mind of an embittered woman cheated of her youthful amour, who skulked psychotically searching for the perfect victim to enslave in retribution for years of painful longing.
Cleverly, Myra Parker had set the trap and sprung it the moment she slipped her diamond rings into Kathy's purse, charged her with theft, and gained custody of the sixteen year old bride in an effort to destroy the heroine of Edward Mitchell's lengthy novel.
Prison House For Girls is a psychological study, really, of love and hatred, pain and pleasure, dominance and submission, and raw, carnal lust of the most depraved sort...a level of consciousness we would shun...unless, of course, it was us being held prisoner against our will, bullied by a lesbian matron and attacked by ferocious Doberman Pinschers. Maybe we, too, would crawl and grovel for our freedom.
-The Publishers.
CHAPTER ONE
"I s-swear, honey, I-I didn't steal those diamonds!" sobbed Kathy, her pixie chin trembling with despair. "Somebody put those rings in my purse...oh, why would anybody do that? What have I ever done to-" The sixteen year old bride threw up her hands in a hopeless gesture, unable to rid herself of the knowledge that she had been duped. Her tormentor's timing had been impeccably well planned...just when she and her husband had managed to land their jobs as caretakers of the Parker's vast grounds.
Kathy's green eyes blurred hotly as she watched her young husband of four weeks strip off his shirt and peel down his pants to show off a muscularly lean torso. A tender, needful emotion filled her lush young body. Paul was her only support, her only friend in this whole crumby world!
She was guilty of nothing, she reassured herself, keeping a stiff upper lip as she unzipped her petite maid's uniform and pulled the wired bodice free of her creamy white shoulders. Yet here she was in the custody of her employers for a crime she had not committed.
"Honey, things could be a lot worse," her husband said, a wide grin bisecting his rugged young face pocked with the mark of youth, imparting a certain masculinity to his boyish features. "It's like Judge Henderson said, he could have shipped you back to your parents or thrown you in jail. Christ, we both woulda been up shit creek if he'd called your pa after us runnin' away to get married." He peeled down to his jockey shorts. "I'm surprised he don't have a posse lookin' for us now!"
"I wish we'd never come here!" the young honey-haired girl reflected lamentably, her wide and innocent green eyes puddling with tears. "Just because we're poor people from the mountains they think we're thieves...."
"I know, I know, baby," Paul conceded, sensing the lump rising in his own throat at the tears trickling down her angelic face. He stood awkwardly running his hands through his sandy hair.
Damn, what a rotten mess! Married a month, eloping to Georgia to get away from that hay seed Appalachian town, and now this. Her father had been right...he was a country hick wet behind the ears...a worthless bastard...too chickenshit to get his hands dirty in the mines. Hell, he had no right marrying her, but they both wanted to get out of that hick town and find greener pastures. But he loved her, for whatever that was worth.
Paul lifted his eyes to her, his stomach muscles tensing from the sight of her satiny skinned body draped in a black lace garter belt with long ribboned garters holding up textured fishnet stockings that played peek and boo with her finely sculpted alabaster thighs.
"If only I knew why somebody was trying to trap me...." persisted Kathy, unable to shake her despair as she turned and walked to the vanity for a Kleenex, the full ripe mounds of her proud young breasts jouncing with her ass-swinging steps.
Paul swallowed tightly, his eyes fixing on the provocative rippling movements of her bikini clad buttocks with the wad of nylon riding high on her crevice, her silken blonde hair falling to the middle of her slender back. He felt a stirring inside his shorts and mentally berated himself for thinking such evil thoughts when his wife needed him to console her, not climb on top of her.
"Don't take it so personally, Kathy," he hastened, moving around the bed toward her. "There's a whole house full of fucked up little runaways out there just itchin' to get their hands on some dough to break outta that cracker box!"
He gestured toward the window which gave full view onto the dull brick building on the opposite side of the azalea hedged boundary demarcating the Parker's green turfed grounds from the Halfway Home for Girls beyond. Sid and Myra Parker, following a long line of Georgian philanthropists, had donated the renovated country club grounds to the state rehabilitation program, housing young women with emotional problems. In exchange for this special attention, the girls worked in and about the grounds, maintaining the swimming pool and tennis courts available for their use upon permission of the Parkers.
"One of those chicks stole Mrs. Parker's diamond rings, for Chrissakes Kathy, you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out the motive! She heard somebody coming and afraid of being caught red handed, she stuffed them in your purse. Didn't you say Dottie was cleaning the Parker's bedroom that day?"
"Oh, I know," said Kathy wearily. "But we can't prove anything, possession is nine-tenths of the law...and they were in my purse." Kathy dabbed at her little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her husband. He opened his arms and she drifted into them, welcoming the security of their strength. "Now it's my fault that we're stuck here for two years until I'm off probation," she mumbled. "We ran away from Tennessee to be on our own and now we're prisoners in somebody else's house!"
"Don't worry, honey...things'll work out," Paul stroked his hands over the smoothness of her naked back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness of her breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly grazing downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her buttocks and draw her closer to him. "At least we're together...no matter what, we've got to promise each other we'll never let anything or anybody come between us...."
"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" She looked up into his face, searching into his eyes...then he heard her gasp of arousal as she felt the wealth of his swelling penis drub against the naked softness of her belly. "I'd have died if they'd separated us...and put me in that horrible halfway house with all those crazy girls," she whispered, her soft loveliness seeming to melt against his lanky, virile young body. She raised her quivering lips and kissed him tenderly.
"I know, honey...we have to look on the good side," he soothed, his hands massaging the mounds of her buttocks inside her nylon panties while his penis lurched against her belly. He tried to concentrate on their urgent situation, but with her perfumed softness pressing against him, he could barely see straight, let alone think straight. Something haunted him: Hadn't he noticed a gloating smirk on Sid Parker's face when at his behest, Kathy was placed in his custody by Judge Henderson?
"Let's get into bed," Kathy whispered against his cheek, interrupting his thoughts and making his brow dampen with desire. "I-I need you so badly tonight."
"Mmmmmm...me, too," he hissed while he inched his hands around to cup her pink nippled breasts whose hardened buds burned in his clammy palms. Christ, he'd married a fox...if only she would break out of this religious bullshit her parents had trapped her with and loosen up in bed.
Kathy loved this part of marriage best-feeling her husband crush up against her, rubbing his hands over her naked breasts until her empty little pussy started to froth with desire. From the first time he'd fingered her brassiere in the hayloft, he had never failed to make her whimper with anticipation. He was her devoted lover and she felt confident that soon he would discover the secret of really fulfilling her voracious sexual hunger. Maybe tonight.. .
These scattered thoughts charged through her mind as she pressed her goose-bumped flesh innocently against his, her mind desperately trying to blot out the circumstances imprisoning them. Of course Paul was right...the Judge could have contacted her parents or sent her to jail. Still, as Paul pointed out, they were together, and their room was comfortable here on the Parker's second floor, even though their balcony overlooked the Halfway House. At least she wasn't locked up in that horrible place! No...matters could be far blacker, and she'd been acting like a child...anything but a wife...and her sweet, mollifying husband deserved so much more. To make him happy was her only goal in life. If...if only she knew more intimate means of pleasing him. Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her? Anything...?
"Mmmmmm.. . . " hushed Kathy as he gently rolled her thin black panties down over her hips to fall in a silken pile at her feet, then drew her nearly naked young body back on top of him while he lowered himself onto the queen-sized bed.
"Are you ready, baby?" he hissed.
"Oh, yessss!" she gasped, kissing him hungrily and writhing her moistened vagina downward against his blood heavy penis inside his jockey shorts. "God, I love you!"
Paul twisted his mouth free, grinning. "I know that...but how bad do you wanna get fucked?"
"Are you going to make me beg?" she giggled, the naughty four-letter word making her forget all else but the delicious rub of his hard, virile cock touching the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and curl fringed pussy mound. With a little grunt, she squirmed her hips and buttocks in an effort to work the pole of his clothed shaft up between the pouting lips of her wet pussy. "Oh, Paul, love me! Make me happy...please don't stop until.. . "
"Until what?" he questioned, puzzled.
"Oh, you know what I mean!" Frustrated, Kathy sensed her cheeks flushing and stammered: "Hurry up and get those pants off!"
* * *
Sid Parker's barrel chest heaved spasmodically in a burst of obscene chuckles as he watched the custom-built closed-circuit TV screen and with lewd delight rubbed the swollen shaft tenting the front of his black silk pajamas. He lay stretched out on the red satin sheets draping the round bed amidst an infinity of mirrors reflecting the lush statuesque beauty of the raven-haired temptress beside him. The sheer black negligee covered her womanly bumps and curves like a filmy veil draped about the marble perfection of a Hellenistic statue of Aphrodite. She lazed on the bed in luxurious decadence, a smug grin reflected in her excitedly dilated pupils as she watched and listened to the intimate lovemaking unfolding in perfect focus before her, while she gently stroked the soft head of the black Persian cat yawning with boredom beside her.
"That sweet-assed little cunt," the gray-templed powerfully built man whispered thickly. "Look at her squirm her ass! The day she came knocking on our door begging for work, I could see hunger in her eyes. And that punk hayseed husband can't turn her on." A crooked snicker rippled across Sid's thick upper lip. "Christ, look at those tits...those thighs...that tight little pussy!"
The stoic severity of his beautiful faced wife broke into a smile. "And you can thank your clever wife for making sure Goldy Locks doesn't get out of your clasp for two years." With languid slowness, her liquid eyes roved back to the colored screen to drink in the details.
Sid rolled his bald head to gaze over at his vixen mate, noting with a lecherous eye the smooth flesh of one nakedly raised leg bent at the knee and the firm thigh at the vee where an intensely forested black patch of curls was reflected in the mirror's eye. A ripple of lust sizzled from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy penis lurch inside the silk trap of his pajamas. Hell, even at forty-one years of age Myra possessed an hour-glass figure that would turn a twenty year old green with envy, and she didn't have to work at keeping fit. She took her exercises in bed and developed muscles that counted. Only Myra's keen perception and cunningness aged, and like vintage wine, became more subtle, more palatable over the years.
"Come on, baby, don't tell me that baby ass doesn't turn you on," taunted her husband. "You'd love to sink your teeth into the baby pussy, wouldn't you?" To provoke a reaction, he reached over and tweaked a spiked nipple between his thick thick fingers, a gesture that brought neither a wince nor a smile to her lips. Their shared understanding of spicy sexuality was too deeply rooted to cause jealousy. And although the blonde teenager who at that precise moment was gasping over the speaker system as her husband wormed his thick, blood heavy cock into her nakedly seeping pussy had sparked a hellish sensation down inside Myra's own cunt, it was the scraggly looking husband she couldn't keep her dark eyes from.
"You can have little Goldly Locks, lover," Myra finally replied as she continued to fondle and pet the black Persian cat named Lust. "I'll take the young hayseed. He's built like a stud horse...lanky and lean."
'Two years, huh?" grinned Sid, licking his lips and stroking his burgeoning cock with his meaty fingers. "Simple indeed. Judge Henderson was all too willing to put the little bitch into our custody after those rings were ah, accidentally found in her purse."
"My dear, you are a genius." But Myra wasn't listening. She raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to better watch the X-rated video play taking place on the screen before them. A low, deep throated groan rumbled over the speaker as Paul's blood inflated cockhead worked at the thin, hair-lined pussy lips of his spread eagled young wife.
"OH, GOD," gasped Kathy as the throbbing tip poked through the tight mouth of her pink pussy, stretching the small, visibly quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of her panting husband's guiding hand.
"Oh...OHHHHHH GOD, DARLING...IT'S SO BIG...SO (gasp) BIG!" Kathy's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity through the speaker to the pair of voyeurs. "OH...OHHHHH PLEASE, NOT TOO FAST, HONEY...IT HURTS YET!"
Sid gave his penis a quick jerk. "Wait till the little honey feels a few inches of this baby crammed up her cunt!"
Myra Parker was too mesmerized by the lust arousing scene to drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband was masturbating himself in titillating little strokes and then, subconsciously, she was aware of her own painted fingertips running circles about her hardened ruby like nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny, butterfly like sensations began to flutter in her loins and belly.
Beside her, Lust had raised his head and stared at his mistress, piqued by the loss of her stroking hand.
God, there was something about that lanky, pimply faced boy that turned her on no end. His cock alone would normally be enough to inspire desire...but a certain quality about him kindled deeper sensations...his roughly handsome face maybe...his lankiness...as her cousin...Yes! That was it! God, he resembled her cousin Edward in his younger years. He was the youthful image of her incestuous cousin that she wanted to remember...the boy who had taken her virginity, a night twenty seven years ago. She had been thirteen at the time, an age when games played with boys involve a different kind of punch. Edward had been her first lover...until he found another girl and started a licit affair. She was blonde, green-eyed and fresh as spring air. Then Edward moved away with his virginal wife, leaving a pregnant, fourteen year old cousin to fight the shame...and to forget. A thick psychological scar jelled Myra's emotions from thereon and, though she loved Sid in her own way, Myra never felt possessive of him as she had Edward. She had lost him, but now he was back and she would possess him...no dominate him this time-body and soul! And that blonde little bitch-like his wife-would have to step aside or be destroyed. Now she had Edward and his insipid wife in her clasp and she would punish both for the unhappiness they had caused her!
The Parkers watched the sexual antics of their caretakers with the religiosity of a stock broker studying the Wall Street Journal. Sid Parker gasped with glued eyes at the young bride's naked loveliness. The fact that she was getting fucked by her husband only added spice to the entree...watching the changing expressions of rapture to the sudden twinges of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft plunged into her, inciting envious, sadistic spasms to knot his guts...staring eagerly at her wide spread young thighs...the delicious curves of her untanned ass...the rippling movements of her jutting breasts as she worked to satisfy him.
He'd taken one look at her in Judge Henderson's office and knew that beneath those girlish giggles was a hidden a ripe little woman begging to be fucked. Judge Henderson hadn't opposed Myra's suggestion that the kids would change their ways under her custody...nor did he dare oppose the Superintendent of the Halfway House or his monthly romps with a harem of naked nymphets would cease. Public exposure was always a trusty weapon, should tack number one fail, and with Georgian politicians being increasingly thrown to the media den for clawing, he'd damned well better comply!
Sid grinned confidently, thinking himself clever for involving the judge. Hell, as Director of the Parker Halfway House he was the only man in the state with a playpen full of young girlies who would be nude themselves for him at the snap of a finger. His grin broadened as he stroked his cock and stared at the video screen above. That was another clever move-having the closed-circuit TV installed and placed strategically on each floor of the House. Fifty-four budding young women, and not a one over eighteen!
Which reminded him. "Where the hell is that little bitch, Sam promised?" he grunted impatiently, rolling his bowling ball head toward his wife.
"She should be here in a while," said Myra absently, her mind obviously wandering to other natters. "You have the remote on your side of the bed. You find out where she is."
Sid Parker growled deep in his throat as he picked up the control panel and depressed the button. Instantly, the screen changed and where Kathy and Paul had been writhing nakedly on the bed, now several young girls in full dress moved about the rumpus room of the Halfway House. Again he switched the channels and this time a young girl sat on a bed unbuttoning her blouse, and on another channel the shower room came into focus.
The sounds of splashing waters and giggles of three naked girls soaping their breasts filled the Parker's bedroom. Glinting, Sid's flinty eyes raked over their teen-aged bodies, feasting lecherously on their tender, vulnerable flesh.
'The one in the middle with the long red hair is Candy," his wife informed him blandly.
"Hmmmm...not bad...tight little ass," her husband grunted, raking his eyes over the girl's perfect symmetry. "What's she here for?"
"Her father raped her and she ran away," said Myra, admiring the pretty redhead's youthful charms. Already she had sampled the girl in her private suite at the home and she spoke from experience. "She's a hot little number, that girl...she knows all the tricks. I guess her father taught her what her prostitute mother didn't....."
"I don't want her case history, Myra," Sid cut her short. "Get the little bitch over here before I cum in my pants!"
Myra tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation charging through her as she glanced at the thick rubbery stalk of flesh clasped tightly in her husband's hand, a pearl of pre-cum oozing from the tip. And what a fantastic cock he had, too, she mused. It was all she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then, but experience had taught her that the pain of putting off the joy was half the fun of sex. It hurt so good to want it so bad...
"Don't get impatient, lover. Sam will be bringing her over shortly. She's preparing her now. While we wait let's switch back to see how our caretakers are doing. That darling hayseed is doing horrible things to your baby's belly."
The big man responded with a massive laugh, while Lust nosed her snubbed snout against his mistress's hand in purring invitation.
CHAPTER TWO
Long fingers of dying afternoon light slivered through the Venetian blinds shading the windows. "MMMM...OHHHHH GAWDDDDD!" Kathy moaned into the face of her husband as he continued to fill her belly with slow, long, moist thrusts...rhythmic plunges that fucked into her tight cunt to greater and deeper depths, until she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her tender cervix and his full, sperm-filled balls slap into the soft sensitive crevice separating her naked buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless...somewhere between purgatory and heaven. Oh yes...God let this be the night, she silently prayed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her silken eyelashes fluttering wildly with breathless anticipation. She groaned deep within her throat with the bliss that was intoxicating her...
Judging from the tiny gasps, Paul had at first thought he'd hurt her, but then he felt her writhe and squirm behind him and knew that wasn't the case. Her wet young cunt started a voracious squeezing along the full length of his burrowing penis, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into his chest. Her warm belly pressured hotly upward against him while her thighs clamped and released at his waist as she worked her hungry young pussy up and down the full hardness of his penis.
"OH, PAUL...PAUL, HONEY...DON'T STOP...DON'T EVER STOP!"she murmured as his aching cock soared into her wetly seeping cunt and her head began to flail from side to side. He glimpsed down at the tiny teeth marks on her bee stung lower lip where she'd nibbled at it. The next instant, she was sucking and biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his mouth and gasping warm, sweet breath into his throat.
He saw the thin film of sweat beading her forehead beneath the tangle of honey curls, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of eroticism gurgling from deep in her throat against his lips. Damn...damn...he'd never seen her really let herself go this way. The erotic sight of her naked body writhing and bucking feverishly drove him crazy with love-lust. She was his now...she wanted it...God, did she!
Beneath him Kathy let out a low wail, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled her loins up tighter to him, fucking into her seeping young pussy with demonic fury. The vicious smacking of his heavy, semen bloated balls against her tiny puckered anus echoing obscenely throughout the room.
"AAUUGGHHHH...OOGGGHHHH...DON'T...DON'T HURT ME, LOVER...." she choked brokenly.
But Paul barely heard her plea, and ignoring her protests, he fucked harder and deeper, screwing his lean pelvis tighter into her soft, sensitive cunt, grinding sadistically into her. She began to arch her hips up to meet him, smashing her pelvis against his. Her eyes glazed and then she raised them both inches up off the bed, opening and closing her legs high up around his waist, slaving her heated young pussy up and down his hardened penis in a machine-like fury.
Furiously, Paul fucked into her, cupping her loins tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs until she was almost bent double and her knees touched her swollen breasts, causing the moist, clasping hole of her milking cunt to blossom open further while he tunneled inside of her.
The twinges of pain were quickly giving way to the pleasure, and her naked body quivered and twitched spasmodically in ecstasy, her tongue slithering hotly in and out of his sucking mouth in simulation of oral fucking.
Never had it been this good with Paul! He was so hard, so big, so masterful inside of her tender belly. "OHHHHH...HARDER, HONEY!" she raged, her voice thick with passion. "OH PLEASE, HARDER!"
Paul gaped down at her in astonishment, her frenzied need starting the aching churn in his balls. Christ, he was losing control over his climax! A half dozen times he'd barely been able to force those seeds back, and he knew he'd met his Waterloo with that last lunge. His cock would burst if he didn't cum soon! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was fucking furiously in and out of her drenched little pussy, concentrating on the feel of the tight, pink folds of raw flesh clasping and clinging to his rampaging cock. It was too much!
In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and deepen his strokes as she writhed frantically under him, grinding up and down his almost bursting cock furiously, her long legs uncontrollably jerking, her toes curled under as she drew her soft thighs back higher. Below, the satiny flesh of her inner cuntal walls milked the life from her young husband's throbbing shaft.
Insanery, Paul pounded and thrust and fucked in one last futile effort, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back painfully hard until her head was enframed by them, lifting her naked cunt higher and open wider to his battering of her exposed genitals. The room became an echo chamber of grunts and squeals and squelching and smacking.
"OHHH...THAT'S IT, BABY!" cried Kathy, jubilant that finally her young husband would satisfy her and make her feel like a mature woman. Her eyes rolled insanely in her head. "DON'T STOP! she gasped, her angelic face twisted with lust. "OH, PAUL, BABY, HONEY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
Paul's senses became a swirling mass of confused lust, that four-letter word bursting from her baby lips making his manly seed churn in his balls again. His aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into bloody cum streaked slivers any second! He wanted to wail and shout as he ground hard and deep into her sucking young cunt in effort to screw her belly right up to her throat. He watched her breasts heave and quiver...saw the tiny pink nipples swell as she screamed and flailed her head. Then he was cumming...like a gusher of oil from the bowels of the earth!
Suddenly an odd, startled expression contorted Kathy's features. She felt the jerking and expanding of his heavy sperm thick cock and realized that he was going to...going to cum and leave her this way again! Now...she couldn't stand to let that happen...not again!
"NO, DARLING, NOT YET! DON'T CUM YET!" she begged, jamming her nibbling cunt tightly up against the thundering rod of hard flesh as if to try to stop it. "DON'T LEAVE ME THIS WAY, AGAIN...DARLING?"
Christ...he gritted his teeth trying to hold it back, but it was too late! The hot stream had sent its dribbling sentinels to dampen her cervix, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically. Both felt it spurt into her, he from the tip of his exploding cock...she as the head expanded and contracted, squirting thick, hot sperm against the walls of her desperately clasping cunt!
Kathy screamed in true agony. "NO, NO, OH, GAWD, NOOOO!"
Paul heard her cries, but what the hell could he do but revel in the release of his hot, thick load spurting far up into her quivering belly? It jerked and spewed in spasms inside her, while she ground her cruelly un-satiated loins frantically up against him.
And then it was over!
Kathy whimpered in frustration as he drew the deflating, sticky shaft of useless flesh out of her sperm flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks in disgust with himself, his cheeks burning with shame, his mouth slack.
"D-DAMNIT, HONEY, I DIDN'T...HONEST TO GOD, B-BUT...I...." he whined weakly, carefully averting her accusing eyes. "I DIDN'T DO IT TO BE MEAN...YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE THAT!"
Kathy said nothing as she tried to regain control of her ragged emotions and stop the inferno of ticklish sensations tingling wildly in her belly. Did this happen to all women, or was there something wrong with her? She knew Paul had done his best...and was it his fault she was some kind of weirdo? She glanced up at his reddened face and read the dejection and shame there. No doubt he was blaming himself, thinking himself inadequate and a warm feeling of compassion flooded through her, washing away the disappointment.
"IT'S ALL RIGHT, HONEY." She forced a forgiving smile and urged him back down into her arms. "COME HERE AND LET ME HOLD YOU."
Eagerly he crawled back down, feeling his flesh rub against her satiny nakedness. "JESUS, I FEEL LIKE A CREEP," he croaked.
* * *
Downstairs somebody was gloating over Paul's failures.
"What the hell did I tell you?" Sid said jubilantly, flicking off the remote control and turning to see his sloe-eyed wife run fingertips the color of dried blood through the forest of black pubic curls between her wide spread thighs. "That hillbilly just quit jerking off yesterday...he doesn't know what to do with a pussy like hers!"
A crooked smile broke across Myra's heavy painted lips as he ogled her husband's blue-veined manhood clasped in his meaty fist. He possessed the endurance of an elephant and was hung like one, a quality that added to the zest of their marriage. That plus watching the young couple's lovemaking had turned her genitals into a fermented froth of excitation. She lay with her slim legs widespread, her negligee pulled up to her navel while Lust crawled between the heat of her thighs, his wet nose rubbing now and then against the oily marble of her clitoris while she finger teased her flushed cuntal lips and watched the lean bodied Paul try to satisfy his hungry wife. God, she couldn't imagine cumming less than a half dozen times with his cock fucking into her...and God, how she wished she had him crawling on top of her right then!
In the Parker household every night was Saturday night as far as sex was concerned. Money and political influence their accomplices, they could afford to dine on the most tender of flesh at the snap of a finger, and as Sid bolted from the bed to strip off his silk lounging pajamas, he thought just that. "Where the hell is our red headed Candy?" he growled down at his wife who lay admiringly staring at her naked husband with his thick, hairy chest and broad shoulders.
Despite his size, Sid Parker's fifty year old body was extraordinarily trim and well muscled. His was a powerful, masterful and it never failed to raise Myra's arched eyebrows, especially the pole of his cock jutting from a salt and pepper forest of hair.
Life for the Parkers was a card game wherein domination was trump. Secure in their lavish niche, they could afford to indulge in a game of supremacy for those who stepped within their periphery...which is where the Halfway House came in. Both found infinite pleasure in controlling and manipulating the fate of fifty-some girls, pulling the strings of their emotional vulnerabilities and playing parasite to their youth. Together Sid and Myra Parker presented a tough team both in the political sphere and social circuits. Despite Myra's cool, demanding wiliness, her soft submissiveness was utterly feminine in an alluring, feline fashion...though it seldom showed. An outside observer might easily get the impression that Myra considered that female quality to be her nemesis, the quality that would cause her downfall.
Lust's wet nose thumped against her bulbed clitoris with each sleek stroke. Idly, Myra lifted her eyes to her husband. "Do you want me to call Sam and find out when, darling?" She hardly expected an affirmative answer. Both preferred to spend lazy, wine-sipping hours stoking their sexual appetites before tasting the appetizers, or ultimately, the entree. What else had they to do? Besides, Sam would not dare defy orders under the threat of being cut off from her delightful side benefits.
CHAPTER THREE
Sixteen year old Candy towel dried her scented body and slipped into a jersey sarong tied at one shoulder to mold her young body in clinging blue. Close by the appraising eye of the dog-faced, balloon hipped matron glanced lecherously over the young girl, now and then liking her dry lips with a thick tongue.
The rooms of the Halfway House each housed four girls, four single iron posted beds in a square pattern n the rose wall papered rooms. Here Candy's three roommates, flopped belly down on their beds lay watching her ceremoniously prepare herself for a visit to the mansion, as that cobble-stoned trek was awesomely referred to. Many had walked that stretch and returned tight-lipped, thus creating an aura of mystery around the journey.
"What...what do they want with you, Candy?" asked Sandy, a pug-nosed innocent, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear.
Candy shrugged, threw a wealth of red tresses over one shoulder and stroked a brush through it. "Beats me," she said with casual nonchalance, confident that whatever they were going to do to her could be no less traumatic then being raped by her father or watching her drunken mother strip naked before a strange man after kicking her out of bed...all at the age of nine and a half years. The Parkers didn't know all the details, which was just as well. They might judge her a menace to society and lock her up behind these dingy walls for the rest of her....Maybe if she was polite and considerate they would see...
Sam scowled and stomped her heavy boot. "Shut up! No talking after lights out!"
"Ah, fuck you in the ass!" The words rumbled from the lips of a black girl from Atlanta. "I been to the mansion and I know what those honkies want."
"I SAID SHUDDUP!" The whack of a heavy hand across a young cheek sent three heads turning in Trixie's direction.
The subtle gnashing of Trixie's jaws spoke her intent louder than when she said: "You been eatin' too much cunt, Sam...you're startin' to smell like one."
The matron's face screwed up into a wrinkled mass of flesh, then, straightening, she ran her thick fingers through her short butch hair cut to calm herself. "You let out one word about what's up there, and I'll see to it that you get sent to the State Pen...but not before," she enunciated cheerfully, "I see that you know what loose on you...."
Candy's hairbrush halted in mid-stroke. She and Sandy exchanged fearful glances.
Some attributed the vision to paranoia, cabin-fever, but others knew it was real. Something lurked about the Parkers' grounds, sharing a pen with the guard dog. From the barred windows one could often see that mysterious creature running and jumping about like some possessed spirit denied a place to rest.
"W-who is going to be up there, Sam?" Candy's tone reflected caution. Her hairbrush fell away from her shimmering hair, partly because of drug-induced mental ambivalence and partly from a physical rubbery sensation weakening her body.
A crooked grin crossed Sam's bull dog face. No answer came from her lips.
Candy drew a deep breath feeling a sudden euphoric lightheadedness suffuse her ripe young body; she had been given the usual dosage of Sopers, a muscle relaxant and tranquilizer prescribed to quell hysteria. Heck, she thought resignedly, it didn't hurt to play slave to the master. He might like her and get her out of the house before her next birthday. Besides, she hadn't had a taste or feel of male cock in six-weeks and though there were other ways to soothe those cravings, she'd rather not.
"Come on, put a little perfume on your pussy and let's get the hell up there," snapped Sam checking her wrist watch and glowering impatiently.
With a silly drugged grin, Candy dropped her hairbrush and turned on her heel to follow.
"I'll get you, Trixie!" hissed Sam over her shoulder. "One of these days you'll get yours."
"You try getting your mouth on me and I'll kick your buck teeth down your throat, you ugly Lesbo!" returned Trixie, watching the angered woman fish for a key from the noisy key ring dangling from a loop on her pants and knuckling the stupefied redhead in the back, nudged her out the opened door.
"Mind your manners, you nigger whore!" spat Sam over her shoulder. "Remember, I'm the one with the key to the pen."
Sandy's and Claire's heads turned in unison, their faces wearing puzzled expressions as they looked to their roommate for an explanation.
* * *
With the sperm still drying on her sleek inner thighs, Kathy carefully lifted Paul's clamping arm from around her rib cage and slithered out of bed, goose bumps growing on her naked flesh where once her husband's warm flesh had rubbed. The thick carpet beneath her toes accepted her weight buoyantly and she stood at the window, idly parting the Venetian blinds to glance out over the moonlit turf. Long dark shadows moved sinuously along the cobblestone walkway adjoining the mansion to the House and craning her neck, Kathy caught the darkness of two forms moving along silently. Now who could that be coming from the House at this late hour? But as the shadows passed, her concern dwindled and turned inward.
The urgency of her frustrations had quelled to a mild, dull throb, though her belly still longed for fulfillment. Gosh, something wrong with her. . .some strange disease, some mental disorder. She had been almost on the brink of her climax...and then that beautiful, exploding sensation stopped like a fizzled firecracker, still smoldering but never fully igniting. He had deceived her...promised her heaven and selfishly kept the joy for himself. Yet she knew she loved him. Oh, God, why was life so complicated?
Darn, that they should be locked up, captured, like this! Oh, their quarters were comfortable enough, but they were still prisoners within these walls, having to ask permission for everything. Had she been guilty it would be different. She'd been helping to clean Mrs. Parker's bedroom and then suddenly the world exploded into a splatter of screamed accusations...police battered her with questions and clamped handcuffs over her wrists...later staring confusedly into Judge Henderson's face with Mr. Parker at her elbow gesticulating wildly at the judge, discussing her custody, her freedom...as if she were just another runaway...
Her eyes fixed on the awesome silhouette of the
Halfway House beyond, watching the lights flick out like falling dominoes, thoughts of her family, her brothers and sisters, and aunts and uncles back in Tennessee, the security of their concern for her. Green eyes blinking tiredly, the image of the coal mining village where she'd been born-in the heart of the Appalachians-with its modest boardwalk and the sea of bedraggled humanity living day to day, hand to mouth. She had detested the locked-in feeling there, too, a lifestyle rife with sorrow. Why, just last year she'd lost an uncle and cousin in a collapsing mine shaft...it darned near killed her mother, losing her last brother to the land. And so, with her eyes fixed on escaping the mountains' hold on her destiny, she had consciously made the decision to marry Paul and run away to a place where people could raise their station in life. Maybe she and Paul could make something of themselves. The Parkers' offer had been a start.
God, she loved him, that almost man lying on the rumpled bed, his sandy hair covered with the corner of her pillow. She had faith in him. And it wasn't his fault, it was hers...just as it was her fault they were prisoners in the Parkers' lavish mansion.
* * *
The Doberman Pinscher's barks rocked Candy on her heels as she spun dizzily around to see its dark mass lurch at the end of its shackle, white teeth long and sharp nipping at the night air.
The drug had created a protective aura around her psyche and Candy was thankful for that. Something told her the Parkers' desires were sexual in nature, but what the heck? That was nothing new to Candy. Confident she could handle any kind of debauchery they might fling her way, she smiled to herself while Sam led her into the house and up the steps to the closed door. She recalled a rumor that the handsome Mr. Parker was hung like a horse, a speculation that sent a tiny ripple of excited anticipation tingling in her belly.
Sam's solidly booted footsteps and her short, tripping ones resounded in the empty hallway heading toward a splash of light at the end of the dark tunnel.
"She's all cleaned up and looking pretty, Mrs. Parker...." Candy heard Sam exclaim as she, herself, stared in slack-jawed startlement at the awesomely alluring figure of the scantily clad, beautiful mistress of the mansion. She hadn't expected to see Mrs. Parker here and, as Candy's eyes swept down the filmy negligee to squint at the lush nakedness beneath, it became apparent to her drugged conscious that whatever was to happen within this room, Mrs. Parker intended to be part of it.
Suddenly a satiny hand was running along Candy's cheek and ruby red lips were parting to talk to her. Candy's blood buzzing ears heard her say: "What's the matter, Candy, honey? Are you surprised to see me?" Myra said with a seductively crooked smile as she closed the door and slipped her arm around the teenager's slender waist, guiding her into the room toward the red sheeted bed rimmed with sparkling mirrors in which she saw herself a hundred, a thousand times.
"Are you disappointed at seeing me, Candy'. '" A caressing hand was at her waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had started to bubble in her loins.
"Oh, no, it's just that I...I.. . "
"You expected to see Mr. Parker...." Myra finished for her.
Candy managed a nod of her lead heavy head, carefully avoiding conflict with the ripe tempered raven-haired woman with a reputed penchant for leather in the form of long painful strips known as whips. Then she was being spun around and her dulled eyes struggled to focus on the naked, massive torso of Sid Parker leaning on the bar in the corner of the bedroom.
"Hello, baby," he greeted, his smile broadening as he took in the jersey sarong that showed every ripple of flesh on the nubile body facing him. Then he raised a glass to his mouth and threw back his head, draining it in one gulp. "How about a drink?" he offered invitingly.
"No-No thank you," Candy replied, pleased at his congeniality, yet frightened by the size of him. Her pulse quickened as she realized he was about to step out from behind the bar. His eyes locked on her, waiting for her expression when he revealed his nudity. She gasped aloud, the sight of his poling cock sending a combination of apprehensive chills and unbearable arousal up her spine. She choked down a second gasp.
Sid chuckled, his brow stretched as he smiled and gazed down at his jutting penis with masterful pride. "like it, honey?"
"Oh, Mr. Parker!" Candy repeated as Myra snickered beside her. "It's...it's huge!"
With slow, modeling steps, Sid moved toward them, stopping inches from Candy. "Maybe you'd better get used to it," he chortled. "Take it in your hand and get the feel of it."
Including incestuous lovemaking with her father, Candy's experience with sex was vast as any thirty year-old woman, but in the beginning it had been forced upon her; with time and experience she had begun to enjoy genital intimacy, yet even now, even though desire sparked within her, she was apprehensive...
The man was hung like a stud horse. The purple knobbed flesh poling out from his powerful hairy loins and swaying testicles dangling between his hairy legs was awesome indeed. Lord, what did they expect to do to her between the two of them?
The big man's jaws started to mesh with impatience. "Well. . . ? "
Reticently, Candy's eyes lifted to Mrs. Parker for approval and receiving it, she spread her fingers and reached out to gently curl her small palm and slender fingers as far as they would reach around the hot stump. She held it as if she were shaking hands with it, hearing the big man's grunt at the heated contact and sensing wild pricklings of excitement spark in her own belly. She swallowed hard, unsure of her actions, then began to stroke the heavy sheath of skin back and forth, staring in dull fascination as the foreskin slid back to reveal the shiny, naked head.
"Unnnnggghhhh...." Sid Parker grunted approvingly as her soft hand stroked the skin. Then suddenly she drew in her own breath as she felt the older woman behind her raising the back of her dress and creeping her fingers teasingly up her thighs toward her naked buttocks.
Sensing what was expected of her, Candy slowly let her thighs part as she stroked Sid Parker's seeping cock, feeling his wife's long finger exploring from the rear between her legs with feminine expertise the hair fringed lips of her cunt. Tauntingly Myra traced the tingling little slit backward through the cleft of her buttocks to the hole of her puckered anus...to massage and poke, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement that tore from her throat.
"You're a sweetheart darling, all pink and soft," cooed Myra, still teasing the teenager's trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a finger part way into the spongy channel and bringing another groan from Candy's lips.
"Yeah," agreed the burly man, his voice thick with lust. "You'd been my girl I woulda raped you myself," he chortled. "Now get down on your knees and pretend you're sucking your Daddy's cock...and give it a good tongue job first."
A portion of Candy's response to the gruff command was not entirely excitement. The size of that brutal organ mesmerized her still and reluctantly, eager to obey orders in fear of displeasing the Parkers, she began to lower herself off of Myra's probing finger, realizing as she reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head and she was being stripped naked by the beautiful older woman.
"Christ, what a doll! Look at those tits bounce!" Candy heard Sid exclaim from above her as she lowered her mouth onto his pungent smelling cock, still clasped nervously in her hand. This wasn't the first penis she had put her mouth to, but it was without doubt the largest, thought Candy, moving close and flicking out her tiny pink tongue to lick away the small white beads of lubricant seeping from its eye. The pungent taste brought a new ripple of feverish desire into her belly. Excited and anxious to please, she began to lick and swirl her tongue around the rubbery head while Sid Parker groaned with mounting excitement from above, teasing her tongue tip into its tiny split, then raising the full length of it with her hand at the base to lick along the veiny underside.
Her other hand eased between his hairy thighs to cup his sperm bloated balls tenderly, while her tongue trailed warmly his cock's wormish under-vein to the hairy base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and slipped her moistened lips over the head, taking as much as she could of his penis into her saliva filled mouth.
"Ugggghhhhhh, Christ!" gasped Sid.
Myra tittered from behind, avidly watching with glittering eyes the luscious teenager suck her husband's unbelievable cock, her own belly moaning for something to satisfy the emptiness there. "I told you!" And then: "Oh, Sid, I've got to have something...you've got this gorgeous little honey and I've got my fingers. Can I have Sam let him out now?"
Let him out now? Had Candy heard correctly? They were going to let him out of his pen...? Candy's wide blue eyes saucered in fearful anticipation and for the briefest moment her lips released their teasing pressure until Sid's fingers pinched down on her neck in reminder of her task.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sam's hollow footsteps echoed crisply on the hallway, dying to a faint echo beyond Candy's ken. The young redhead hardly knew what was taking place, except that suddenly Sid Parker was lying on his back and she was stationed between his hairy widespread thighs, hungrily sucking on his hot penis and not wanting to relinquish it for the world. The threat of him had faded from her miasmaed mind, her reality limited to the nine inches of hot male flesh plugging her soft lips!
Sid groaned and raised up on one elbow to watch the girl's bouncing breasts as her bobbing head worked slave-like up and down and he began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thickly boated cock in and out of her tender mouth with a brutally lewd squelch. Christ, but the young cunt loved this! And Myra was getting more impatient just standing there and waiting for her toy to arrive. She'd tossed her gown to one side and with slightly bent knees, had separated the swollen flanges of her vagina with her blood red fingertips and used one to dip inside the seeping froth. Sid held his breath, waiting for the patter of feet on the hallway. Somehow he couldn't get used to that creature lurking in their back yard, howling at the moon and slobbering all over the front of himself...but he was Myra's toy and what Myra wanted...well.. .
How many years had they housed that creature? wondered Sid between groans of delight, watching the lascivious puffing of Candy's cheeks as her head bobbed on the end of his cock. Sid vividly recalled the day Myra had returned jubilantly from her tour of the state's mental institutions after a successful meeting with Judge Henderson and Howard Lambscomb the Secretary of Welfare, to arrange for the opening of the Parker's Halfway House. 'I know this little darling will fit in perfectly, Lover," she'd cajoled. 'I've adopted him for my household toy...after a while you'll get used to the sight of him.' Well, that was nine years ago and Sid Parker was not yet comfortable around the cretin deformity whom Myra lovingly called Saul.
Hearing the shuffling footsteps in the hallway beyond, Sid sadistically thrust his veiny shaft upward between Candy's ovaled lips, wanting to get in a few good jabs before the blithering idiot stepped through the door and scared the pants off of this little redheaded darling. He hammered his heavy cock mercilessly into her trapped face while she whimpered submissively down between his legs. Raising his flinty eyes, he watched Sam's lumberjack form emerge through the doorway. She gave the leash a few healthy tugs and soon the water bloated head of Saul-all forty-four inches of him-shuffled reluctantly into the room. A long thread of spittle dribbled from a corner of his twisted mouth, his stunted little hands grabbing for the doorframe while his fearfully roving eyes took in the scene before him. His mouse colored hair was matted with dried grasses and in the indirect lighting he resembled a creature from Grimm's Fairytales-half animal and half human.
Myra pulled her finger free of her vagina in a moist squelch and spun around. "Oh, my little baby," she cooed, taking the leash from Sam and unbuckling the neck piece. Already in the small vee of his pants a grotesque bulge throbbed like a second heart, for despite Saul's dwarfed appendages, he was hung like a bull which was precisely why Myra cherished him so. Unzipping his pants, Myra, with maternal care, helped him step out of his garments and stepped back ogling his bloated testicles that hung halfway to his knobby, deformed knees like a punching bag from its pole.
From Candy's bent over posture it was difficult to get a peek at the mysterious happenings behind her. The blood buzzing in her ears drowned out most of the subtly spoken conversation but her sixth sense alerted her to a fourth presence in the room.
Despite the pressure of Sid's thick fingers pressing on her neck, she managed to screw her head around to catch a glimpse. Instantly, her blue eyes went wide and her tightly clasped lips ovaled exaggeratedly into a silent scream, letting Mr. Parker's poling cock slip from her lips to bounce off her chin like a rubber ball off a step.
That...creature! His stunted arms waved excitedly about his child-sized body, a spittle of drool webbing from his mouth to pool and dribble down his bloated belly. Further down her eyes strained on the man-sized penis jutting out grotesquely from a hairless groin.. Even as she stared that thing grew another half inch, a pearl of pre-cum seeping from the tipped eye.
With sadistic delight Sid Parker watched the horrified expression pale Candy's face. Hell, maybe it was time to give her a little stimulant...help her build her faith in humanity, he decided, give her a chance to be charitable. The thought made his guts ache with cruel lust.
"Come here, Saul!" he encouraged. "Come here and sniff this cunt!" he ordered, ignoring his wife's tight-faced disappointment.
Myra was irate! God, she was about to go out of her mind from the aching throb in her vagina after provoking it all evening long, and now Sid had taken away her last hope for satisfaction. Damn him anyway! Raising her hands for inspection, she sniffed at her sticky fingers and grimaced. Her own hand...God, was that all he expected her to get tonight?...and if so, he could at least warn her! As for the redheaded baby doll, she'd let Sam take care of her later, planned Myra while she jealously watched Saul obediently amble up behind Candy's firm young buttocks and with animalistic instinct, sniff at the perfumed crevice.
Candy choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as she felt something warm and damp prodding back there between her nakedly exposed buttocks!
It was that...creature! She wanted to be sick with disgust! How could anybody with the Parker's social status consent to house such a disgrace? Before she could wiggle out of its way, she felt the warm tongue moving downward toward the hair fringed defenseless opening of her puffed cunt lips. Candy stiffened and jerked at the damp contact probing against her sensitive and starved young genitals. God, she wanted to puke from the thought of that thing touching her flesh!
What was he trying to do to her? Her young brain whirled frantically, trying to make sense out of nonsense. Oh, no, they wouldn't make her touch that water-head idiot! Her mind went berserk and she moaned around Sid Parker's fleshy plank in her mouth as Saul's searching rubbery tongue abruptly slipped upwards dog-like from her vagina and rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing anus!
Speculation was useless, for a split second later Saul's swollen and rough tongue snaked out and licked hotly up and down the nakedly spread crevice housing her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy outer anal ring. She squirmed her white nudely exposed buttocks at the taunting and heard the idiot growl animalishly, lustfully behind her. A frightened tremor passed over her as she realized that this deformed being might decide to take a bite out of her should she displease him.
Saul didn't even have to bend his knees; his mouth was level with the-haired slit of Candy's genitals, down on her knees as she was, thighs spread. He ran his thick tongue over her swollen lips from the tightly puckered little anus to the ragged edges of her hair-fringed pussy, reaching around to the pulsing button of her clitoris! His thick, warm tongue had opened her genital lips wide, spreading through her rawly sensitive cuntal flesh like a knife through butter! He licked on between her vulnerable thighs, pausing now and then to curl his tongue hungrily up into the dilating hole of her vagina.
Certainly Candy had been anything but a budding virgin by the age of thirteen. She had experienced incestuous love with her father and had willingly participated in her prostitute mother's frays, but this tonguing of her vagina by an ugly deformed creature was truly below her dignity. No...the Parkers wouldn't really let Saul do it to her...not all the way. Tease her, maybe, but not do it!
A groan rumbled mutely from her throat as Saul's thick tongue lapped contently up into the creamy channel of her vagina in deep, probing strokes. How a little creature like that could have such a long tongue was beyond Candy's imagination...and somehow that asset, in spite of her fear, sent a wild galvanic sensation bursting inside her belly and she found herself humming frantically around Sid Parker's heavy cock sunk down to her tonsils.
Sid Parker lay with his hands behind his head, reveling evilly in the joy of it. When it came to pussy, Saul was a master. As long as one kept one's eyes shut it was never long before the pathetic being had the girls cooing and pressing their tender little pussies to his thick lips, begging for more. Now she was sucking him to please herself, running her tongue whorishly around his bloated cock head, flicking its tip teasingly into the tiny slit to taste him.
Then dream-like through the drugged haze of lust, the young slavishly kneeling girl felt the stumpish man mount her, his naked body humping excitedly in toward her trembling buttocks, his arms clutching around her neck. Myra's toy had inflamed her pussy to the point where anything...a dildo, a chair leg...anything could soothe that infernal itch, and from the corner of her eye she caught the entire reflection of their strange coupling in the wall of mirrors! The debauched, multi-replicated image of the little beast humping her back, plus the image of Sid Parker lying lazily on his back with his legs spread apart, his long, thick cock jutting stump-like from her sucking mouth, sparking damningly lustful sensations charging through her loins.
But it was the reflection of Saul's glistening, scarlet penis, moist and hard, that thrilled her most! God, it was evil feeling his strong body jerk against her in the first effort to stuff her vagina with his penis, thick as the arms that clasped her.
"Help me! Suck me!"
Sid Parker's eyes raised toward his wife who stood nakedly nearby, her knees bent with feet wide apart, her blood red fingertip polishing madly her oily clitoris between the moist, hair-lined lips of her seething cunt. Her raven hair shadowed the beautifully austere features of her lust-tight face, and her cheeks were flushed with longing. Goddamn, he'd make her wait forever if it meant watching her masturbate herself to the point of insanity!
The tranquilizer was working well on Candy's conscience, nibbling away at any guilt she might have felt at wanting Saul to satisfy the infernal itch in her loins. She arched her back trying to capture the rubbery cock. God, she had to have his stubby shaft up inside her before she lost her mind! She reached back between her thighs, grasping the hardened cock causing Saul to half-growl, half-whimper, she guided the tip to the hungrily sucking mouth of her vagina, and immediately the retard humped forward instinctively, splitting her teenaged hole wider and wider as he ground his throbbing length deep up inside her belly.
Myra watched in avaricious fascination, gaping enviously as the thick scarlet cock slithered forward with a moistly audible sucking sound until it was rammed up inside the redheaded girl's belly. Yes, she never tired of watching the snippy little girl's groan and beg for more of her stunted little man's cock. Now his sperm heavy balls smacked hard up into the softly curling pubic hair between the kneeling girl's thighs.
"Oh...! Oh, my Gawd!" Candy blurted around Sid's cock in her mouth, her glazed eyes wide as the dwarf began to hammer into her savagely from behind. like an animal, he offered no prelude to love-making, no orchestration of delicate manipulations or words of endearments-just shove in and withdraw as instincts dictated...and that was fine with Candy! Unnnggghhhh...unghh...! " she grunted in relief, while her buttocks began to grind rhythmically back to meet Saul's long plunging strokes, slapping into the heat of her belly.
Hell what a movie! Sid Parker watched lustfully as Candy's soft red mouth clasped greedily around his penis fucking upward into her baby face. The thin rim of her lips clung to it hungrily, pink inner flesh pulled out each time he withdrew for a deeper plunge into her throat. He could feel the effects his wife's toy had on the little bitch; she was sucking like a hungry kitten now and had taken both hands to cup and squeeze his semen bloated balls. He could see his thick white pre-cum dribbling thread-like from the corners of her mouth, a masochistic glint sparkling in her glassy eyes.
Well...damn...it was time to let Myra get involved in the orgy! "Come on, Myra...get that sweet cunt down here where I can taste it!" he motioned.
Myra tripped eagerly toward him, straddling his naked face until her flushed and pink open pussy was hovering above his opened mouth. He clutched at the full round moons of her buttocks, drawing her moist, vaginal slit down to him and thrusting his hot tongue deep up into her clasping cunt, feeling the velvety, warm flesh open and close in nibbling movements as she groaned out her lust into the musky smelling room around them.
In less than a minute, Myra had cum twice and was struggling toward her third orgasmic release. God, he'd forced her to wait so long she'd lost all control over herself...but it was worth it! Sid always made certain of that! Yessss...yesss! Ohhh...God, his tongue! She couldn't stand another lick...she was c-cummming!...again!
Candy was lost in a world of heated passion...unaware that Mrs. Parker was sitting on her husband's face, sensing only the briefest movement as Myra slid one marble thigh back over her husband's head to collapse beside him and lick her own cum from the dribbling corners of his mouth. Behind Candy the cervix-scraping thrusts of Saul pounded hard and insistently, and in front the naked man crushed up tighter against her cock-impaled face until her little nose was grinding against his wiry pubic thatch. She could feel Sid's penis tensing in forceful jerking movements and then male hands were pressuring on the nape of her neck again. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt he was trying to drive his cock down her throat to meet the dwarfs cock fucking up into her belly!
God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth...to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat...and then she sensed it swelling and she sucked harder.
Then it burst!
She heard him curse crudely, while his cock gushed hose-like, streams of hot white pungent cum far back into her throat. Candy's pale cheeks ballooned and contracted as she swallowed desperately in tiny hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking stalk, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop for fear of displeasing her master. Still, she felt the rivulets oozing from her mouth's corners while the big man seemed to go limp beneath her, his shrinking cock slithering from her still sucking mouth...
Then two sets of Parker eyes gaped in fascination, reading the salacious expression on the young girl's face. When she raised it, thin, sticky strings of his sperm stretched from her lips to his deflated penis. Then her mouth gasped open in a choking wail as she tossed her red curls from side to side frantically. She shuddered convulsively from a shattering orgasm and screwed her buttocks back against the desperately humping human beast skewering her from behind.
Long spools of spittle threaded Saul's tongue as he panted heavily and fucked hammer-like into the beautiful waving sweet smelling ass from behind. Again Candy wailed, ramming backward deliriously, just as Saul jerked forward and his penis began spitting his sperm with hard, bullet like spurts deep into her hungrily milking young cunt.
Candy's quivering buttocks started hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, while the Parker's gloated close by, watching the girl's belly heave and a thick white syrup of their cum seeped from the blood flushed lips of her pussy that was still squeezing and milking ravenously at the hotly fucking dwarf's cock. Her inner thighs glistened with the slick syrup and her sperm soaked pubic curls and open pink vaginal flesh was offered up for their inspection as Candy pitched forward onto her face exhausted, the deflated penis of the rutting retard slipping wetly from her raped genitals.
CHAPTER FIVE
A morbid sense of aloneness and utter separation from life's joys stole over Kathy as she stood peeking out the window to see her young husband drive off in one of the Parker's limousines with her cat, Lust, sitting contentedly in her lap. She turned from the window with tiny tears puddling her wide eyes. Gosh, it seemed all she'd done the past two days was cry, but she couldn't help herself. Life was so miserably unfair. If she'd actually been guilty of some offense she could have understood, even accepted, life's cruelties...
Mrs. Parker had announced that morning her decision to use Paul as her private houseboy, a duty which piled on top of taking care of the vast grounds, limited his free time to absolute zilch! Why, it was almost as if the Parkers had plotted to separate them!
As if the embarrassment of being placed under a woman's supervision wasn't punishment enough, Mrs. Parker had insisted Paul wear a uniform to make him look more official. Cripes, she might as well have torn the simple gold wedding band from his finger and worn that around her neck to drive her point home!
And Paul was irked, too, at the 'undressing' way the Director of Parker Halfway House had looked at his wife over the rim of his coffee cup at the breakfast table, dressed in her short, ruffled maid outfit with the dipping, wired bodice and black fishnet stockings. Of course Kathy was conscious of the big man's eyes raking over her, men always ogled younger girls. She accepted the gesture as a compliment. Sid Parker was a very influential man, the young girl reasoned, and she sincerely doubted that he would deliberately risk gossip by flinging himself at her...a little nobody from the hick mountain country.
Still...she couldn't bear being dictated to like this, locked up like a captured criminal! Perhaps if she spoke to Judge Henderson in private he would understand her plea to be sent back to Tennessee to be placed under her parents' custody. Something in the kindly man's expression had led her to believe he was convinced of her innocence...and then Mr. Parker stepped forward...and look what happened! Certainly the Parkers could afford household help...professional maids and butlers acquainted with the protocol of Southern hospitality who answered with "Sir" and "Ma'am" instead of a nod of the head.
Gosh, life back in the mountains had been so simple and this was so terribly confusing! Kathy's head started to pound from the strain of sorting out the variables. She had to gain control of her senses and steel her mind to the reality of two more years of good behavior. Maybe this was the test of her marriage...their runaway marriage that her Daddy would frown upon. Now there was no Daddy to call upon for help...only a boy whom she loved deeply...and together they would work it out! They had to...and they would; she was confident. They must maintain an undying trust in each other and wave aside any suspicions their assigned duties might arouse...such as Paul driving away with that woman for a day.
Kathy plucked a kleenex from her apron pocket and sniffled into it, then stiffened her upper lip courageously and set about her housekeeping chores. To dwell on the gloomy situation would only cause more pain. Oh, tonight they would be alone together cuddling and snuggling in bed...and maybe...maybe tonight it would happen. Tonight would explode in a heaven of sparkles with her dear, dear husband releasing his seed inside her hungry womb.
* * *
Behind the wheel of the rich smelling leather interiored vehicle, Paul slumped in a relaxed posture, guiding the wheel with a little finger. His anger diminished from the warming sensation of the morning sun glaring through the non-glare windshield onto his ruddy cheeks. If it wasn't for the silly uniform he wore, he might have felt important driving that big shiny buggy through the downtown streets, turning heads like falling dominoes.
Behind him, running her burgundy painted fingertips through Lust's sleek black fur, Myra's austere expression broke into a smug half-smile. Quietly she studied Paul's scraggly brown hair fringing the collar of his uniform and deep within her belly a spark of nostalgia kindled an inferno of longing for her dearly departed cousin Edward, firing with it uncontrollably stormy emotions of roiling love and hatred.
"Park outside of the lingerie shop on the corner dear," she ordered crisply, "I need to pick something up." He did and she returned carrying a package moments later.
This beats riding that damned hum mower, though Paul, turning up the air conditioning to high, feeling his eye lids become heavy. "Where to now, Mrs. Parker," he asked in his most polite voice.
"Back to the House, Darling. We have things to take care of there, too." Myra's glossy, ruby lips enunciated the words warmly; the nape of his neck burned from the suggestiveness of it.
"Right away, Ma'am!" Assuming an officious posture, he squared his shoulders, forcing himself to ignore the point-blank insinuation. He guided the silver limousine through the city streets and nosed it onto the highway, the car devoid of sound save for the soft whisper of the air conditioner cooling the hot vee of his legs. Then they were back at the wrought iron gates that announced the Parker estate and in a beguiling voice he heard her say:
"Park outside here. I want you to carry up my package."
Paul cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." He pulled up alongside the curb and hastened to open her door, accepting Lust while Mrs. Parker, her sleek sheath riding high on red gartered legs, slid out of the back seat. Her high heels tapped resoundingly along the cobble-stoned path leading around to the back of the mansion under a trellis of blossom heavy wisteria. She slipped her key into the private entrance used solely by the matron from the House for the purpose of accompanying girls to and from the House to the Mansion, and led the way down a long hallway to a plush room at the far end.
"This is my private quarters" she announced, arching her peaked eyebrows for a sidelong glance of the awestruck young man who appeared intoxicated by the luxuriousness of his surroundings. "I couldn't ask for more privacy," she said in a throaty voice. "Do you like it?"
Paul craned his neck, drinking in the mauve velvet drapes, stretching upwards to the ceiling, the thick Persian carpets scattered under foot on unscratched hardwood parquet floors. This was a castle compared to the dumpy two-bedroom framework house back in Tennessee! He cleared his throat. "N-nice, very nice," he replied, startled at the sudden change of character from a mistress barking orders to a woman soliciting his opinion. Curiously, he eyed her. What was she up to?
Plucking the rattling bag from his clasp, her wickedly high heels digging into the carpets, Myra headed for what Paul guessed was the bedroom beyond. "Make yourself at home, Paul. I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Oh, be a dear and mix me a Bloody Mary and make one for yourself."
Paul nervously shifted his weight from right to left and back again, recalling how that very morning Mr. Parker had barked out something about doubling his duties and now here he was lounging about Mrs. Parker's private quarters at eleven o'clock in the morning...mixing drinks! Great, all he needed was to be discovered and he could chalk up another two years of probation!
Myra, once inside the bedroom decorated in pink velvet and French Provincial furniture strategically reflected in mirrors, smiled to herself and in one glass wall and out of the corner of her sloe eye, watched through the open doorway young Paul's expression of slack-jawed awe. God, his squared shoulders and ruddy complexion was the split image of young cousin Edward...!
Let Sid have his nymphets, thought the lecherous lady of the house wriggling out of her dress and half slip to stand before the multi-faceted mirrors, knowing her chauffeur was gawking inconspicuously around the corner to see her stand half nude in her black bikini panties and matching half-cup brassiere...I'll take a tight-balled young boy any time...and I've got this one for two years! By the time she'd finished with him, he'd never want to leave her.
Paul stood behind the small bar mixing the vodka into the tomato juice, the stir stick clinking against the glass pitcher in a nervous rhythm as he suddenly became cognizant of her naked reflection in the bedroom mirror reflecting on the crystal wall mirror in the sitting room. The view of her lushly mature body couldn't have been more complete had she been parading around before him!
Hell, he thought tilting the vodka bottle to gurgle out another two fingers of alcohol into the mix, what is she trying to do to me? The last thing he wanted was to unintentionally involve himself in a husband-wife spat. Sid Parker could be a mean adversary, judging from the size of the bearish man.
"I'm ready for that drink!" Myra rasped, floating into the room with self assurance and wearing precious little beneath the scarlet red negligee which whispered about her ivory flesh in provocative shadows. "I'm dying for that Bloody Mary!"
Paul's sweating palm left an imprint on the crystal j lass as he handed Mrs. Parker her drink; he swallowed tightly, his eyes refusing to blink as she glided to the Wedgwood blue velvet sofa and fell comfortably into a pillowed corner. God Almighty...! She couldn't have been more blatant if she'd held a gun to his head and raped him! Well, he had to put a stop to this right now, before things got into-no, out of hand. He loved his wife Kathy, he could never...do this!
Demurely, Myra Parker sat rearranging the folds of her negligee, widely pleating the fabric between her fingertips. For this his initiation she had deliberately chosen something subtle, blandly suggestive, though she much preferred the feel and smell of leather. But she didn't want to scare him away, the poor innocent, and judging from the stymied expression on his face, she had better cajole him to sit on the sofa beside her before he fainted.
She patted the blue velvet cushion beside her. "Come sit down, dear." Smiling beatifically, she batted her curled black eyelashes at him, stealing a fugitive glance at the vee of his loins. "What's the matter...are you shocked?"
Paul simply stood there staring at the raven-haired vixen draped in shadows of red, the ruby tips of her nipples poking out like bumblebees beneath her gown. God, she had gorgeous breasts for a woman her age! he surmised, trying to think of something to dislodge the frog in his throat that kept the desperate gasp of titillated astonishment from breaking through.
"Well? Are you going to drink standing up or will you come join me?" she invited, tucking one nude leg under her buttocks, separating her legs so that the black forest at the center of her womanhood became an obvious target for Paul's glassy eyed gaze. She laughed then, and that surprised him...frightened him, too, as she watched him advance wearily toward her, squinting slightly as if trying to focus on a hazy apparition. Lightly he settled on the sofa, stationing himself carefully as though it were made of glass.
Myra eased close to him then, stroking her burgundy fingernails over the scraggly nape of his neck, massaging, caressing the nerve center of his taut torso until he let out a stifled whimper which made little ripples in his Bloody Mary which put to his lips, was yet untouched. Tightly and hotly, she pressed to him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his shoulder as she took his drink glass from him and gingerly set it on the marble end table next to her.
Startled, Paul could neither speak nor breathe. The perfume she wore intoxicated him. Cripes, who needed a drink? He felt her cool arm slither around his back and automatically, his hands closed around her velvety skin at the small of her back. He felt the muscles ripple lightly beneath as a tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves on his own.
After a moment she broke the kiss and idly letting her fingers drift down his chest to toy with the buttons of his chauffeur uniform, she asked: "Did you enjoy that?" Her lips wore a bemused smile.
Half-sighing, half-whimpering, Paul managed to speak through his confusion. "I...I...shit, I'm a married man, Mrs. Parker...I don't go runnin' around on Kathy!" he stammered, feeling his hardening cock lurch belligerently toward the slit of his jockey shorts under the zipped trap of his gabardine uniform pants.
Myra tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before removing herself from his arms. Paul seized the moment to break out of her spellbinding periphery. The placid expression on her austere-beautiful face never wavered, even as she picked up her drink and walked towards the bar where Paul stood clasping a bar stool for support, trying quite unsuccessfully to appear calm and in control. His flustered brain clouded intoxicatingly again as he drank in the lithe suppleness of her sensuous body elevated in white kid two-inch sandals. He could feel his cock thundering into stiffness and in a flush of embarrassment he watched her glittering eyes lock on the protrusion. "Isn't that sweet," she taunted.
Paul tried to swallow. He cleared his throat after great difficulty and tried to assume a reasonable tone: "Mrs. Parker...I'm afraid there's something you don't understand...."
"Seeing is believing, isn't it, darling?" she smiled. "And do call my Myra." Casually, she reached across the bar to pluck a wedged lime from the Lazy Susan and squeezed the juice of it into her glass in a pointed gesture. "You forgot my lime." The diaphanous clouds of red floated after her as she returned to the sofa. "I abhor talking across the room," she said beguilingly, her head held arrogantly. "Do come sit down."
In four strides Paul crossed the room, stopping in front of the end table from which he grabbed his glass and emptied its contents down his gullet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and drew a deep breath. "M-Mrs. Parker," he began.
"Myra." Again the batted eyelashes above high, rouged cheek bones.
"Myra...I am a married man and I love my wife." The words, loaded with sincerity, sounded like a childish excuse even to himself.
"How touching," tutted Myra, running her red taloned fingertip around the rim of her crystal drink glass. "And I love Sid."
"Oh boy...." muttered Paul under his breath, contemplating pouring himself another drink but choosing to stand his ground instead.
"There's something I have to explain to you, Paul," said Myra matter-of-factly, gradually lifting her eyes from the lime floating in her drink to the tent in Paul's gabardine slacks. "What Myra wants, Myra gets and Myra wants you."
Christ Almighty, what the hell was wrong with this woman? He sounded utterly stupid when he returned with: "And if I don't want you...? " Cripes, what a stupid hypocritical thing to say!
Myra broke into a slow smile. "Don't call the batter bad until you've sampled it," she said sweetly and then after a moment's hesitation: "You said you loved your wife...but you're missing the point here, darling. Your wife is in my custody after being caught red-handed with my diamond rings in her purse. I could make life comfortable for her...."
Paul's guts knotted at the hollow threat. It was crazy...insane he thought and the craziest part was that she was so damned breathtaking...so upper class...so wealthy...and here she was trying to coerce him, a goddamned nobody runaway from a hick Tennessee town where people died of emphysema from years of pick-axing coal like a bunch of stupid moles...no future, Christ, nobody'd even taught him table manners...and here she was trying to get him to fuck her! Ho...he straightened and scratched his head, feeling the ram rod tension in his spine prickle with the absurdity of it all. . . !
"Do you find it preposterous that I would want you?" she prodded, though her tone wore an answer more definite than he could possibly offer. "And if you're wondering about my husband, don't waste your brain power, honey. I don't normally have to beg men to offer me their virility, but you are a stubborn one."
Crooking her finger at him, she cast a wicked spell over the young husband who in a blinkless daze followed the direction of her gesture and sank weightlessly onto the sofa beside her. In a second movement, Myra was melting down onto his lap, her arm slipping around his scruffy neck, her thigh and hip pressing down onto his half erect penis. "Let's get comfortable and quit playing games. Who knows, you might gain something from it, and in your position, darling, you need all the help you can get."
Christ, what else could he do? The spider had woven her web around him, poisoned it with circumstance and there was no use trying to extricate himself now. This woman could be a hell of a lot more dangerous out of bed than in bed, he reasoned stupidly. Intentionally she was squirming down onto his blood-gushed penis, the weight and pressure of her soft curves adding another expanding inch to his groinfull! Suddenly he realized that his hand had moved inside her nylon gown at the waist to caress the smooth skin his fingertips found there and slowly he stroked upward over her trembling nakedness toward the mounds of her swelling breasts.
"Mmmmmmm...you catch on fast, Lover," she cooed, reaching up to pull the satin ribbon that fastened the plunging neckline of the gown.
"Goddamn!" gasped Paul as the cantaloupe-sized mounds of creamy flesh burst like rapidly inflated balloons before his face, their bee-stung nipples pointing invitingly up at him as if begging to be kissed.
Shit...fuck...sonofabitch...what the hell was he doing? Katheeeee!
CHAPTER SIX
The conjured image of his blonde-haired, green eyed hill country darling vanished from Paul's memory with the suddenness of a bursting bubble when his hand clutched the warm resiliency of Myra's left breast as she writhed erotically down against his blood-pumping penis. Let the skies fall, let the walls crumble about him...he hud to have this woman!
With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to her soft one, thrusting his tongue between her moist lips and past her white teeth and into the vodka seasoned cavern of her mouth.
Myra's tongue sparred with his in a hot and liquid contest, and then her lingual member backed away to nibble and suck submissively at his! He felt her lush body quivering in response to his kneading of her full breast and she whimpered, arching her back to force the trembling mound against the clammy cup of his palm. Then the lips were gone, the tongue was gone, and he was left empty handed with Myra standing at his feet.
"Who ever heard of using the sofa when you have a king sized bed to romp on?" she cajoled, yanking at his hand.
Paul flew to his feet at the suggestion.
Paul's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the bedroom; then without preliminaries, the old woman stripped free of the scarlet see-through negligee and bounced onto the king-sized bed and rolling onto her back in an invitational spread-eagled position, smiled teasingly up at him.
"Take off that uniform, you darling Edward look-a-like! I want to see you naked."
Paul didn't dare believe her for fear she was teasing him. It had all happened too fast and smoothly for him to comprehend, though somehow he'd mollified his guilt by firmly believing he was somehow protecting his precious Kathy...and that whatever this gorgeous woman wanted him to do, he would do for his own sweet wife.
Avidly, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one hand sneaking around to the secret button behind the pink velvet headboard to set the video tape machine into motion. Why, after all, concentrate on an arm when there were breathtakingly firm breasts to ogle at and the provocative arch of her ivory hips below that, tapering down to slender thighs. Between them, he could see clearly through the raven black pubic curls the delicate pink lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny drops of dewy moisture glistening there!
"God!" he gasped. "You're beautiful!" Staring down at her, he saw the effects of his compliment as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling sloe eyes glassy.
"Please hurry up, Edward...or I'll cum without you!"
Paul began pulling at his clothing as she watched, her burning stare erasing the image of his young wife. His shoes thundered down onto the thick carpet one by one, two socks lopped atop them, and Paul stood in his jockey shorts that were desperately trying to contain the rock hardened bulge of his cock. He saw her raise up on an elbow, her eyes fixed upon his manhood when he stripped free of that cumbersome garment.
Myra was not free with compliments, but the sight of Paul's rigidity jutting out from his lean, hairy groin brought a gasp of appreciation to her bees-tung lips. She stared fixedly at the blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her lip-line hungrily. "Oh, Edward, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood naked beside her.
Gently, she took his cock in the soft palm of her hand, slowly circling her fingers around its thickness and sliding the outer skin to and from her, her other hand slinking between his firm thighs to caress his balls tenderly...then...he sucked in his breath as her tiny wet tongue darted out to lick at the split at the tip to catch the few drops of secretion that had seeped out. He groaned with the unexpected hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive tip of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her, opening her soft lips and sucking it slowly into the hot moistness of her mouth. Her tongue began a slow, smooth, swirling motion as she kept drawing it in...in...further into her mouth...until he gaped in disbelief as all but a fraction of an inch of his cock disappeared between her sucking lips and down her throat! Finally, she withdrew in a slow sequence of motions and rolled back onto the bed, her arms and tapered legs wide open to him.
Paul had no problems understanding her body language but this business of calling him Edward was strangely disquieting.
He remained reticent when she said:
"Oh, God, Edward...lover...I want you inside of me so bad!"
"Shit!" blurted Paul uncontrollably, afraid to blink for fear this magic moment would burst. Eagerly he climbed down onto the bed; half on top of her, his hand smoothing over her flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, massaging, his tongue tasting the pungent musk of his own cock on her lips, inciting him further!
"You're going to be mine forever," she whispered hotly. "Wouldn't you love to live with me forever, Edward...spend our time in bed together...never needing anything from anybody ever?"
There...she'd called him Edward again. A bit kooky, wasn't it...lying stark naked in bed with someone whose name you couldn't remember? He brushed aside the confusion. "All I want is to be inside you," he hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over her soft bowl-like belly and then below to the pouting mound that swelled into sensitive, flushed and fleshy cuntal lips. He traced his finger along the pink, hair-lined slit between her firmly rounded thighs to the warm crevice of her buttocks. Myra gasped upward into his face, her breath like an intoxicating perfume.
Paul ground his hard cock against her naked hip while he caressed and taunted the moist secret parts of her lush body, his senses drunk with the unexpected intimacy. Lying there beside her, making love to her in the most brazen manner, he couldn't help but wonder what Sid Parker would say should he walk through the door! Yet...right now he didn't give a good god damn. He had to fuck her...this crazy, gorgeous creature . . .and she'd sucked his cock. Who cared if she couldn't remember his name...!
Ohhhhhh! Now she had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth was glued to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as Myra struggled to roll him between her opened thighs, wanting his cock inside her warm, moist cunt!
Paul responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips, the idea striking him that she was old enough to be his mother...though she hadn't a gray hair or unsightly bulge anywhere on her body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to stoke his lust as he ran a finger along the ridges of her spine and felt her soft flesh mash against his hard-muscled torso. The cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips and he couldn't hlep but wonder how they would feel gripping him once he's sunk his penis deep inside her warm belly.
"Oh, God, you're just like him!" she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the bowl of her belly up against him. Paul brushed aside her words, clearing his mind for the provocative feel of her nails raking him lightly over his taut buttocks, moving in circles upwards to the small of his back. "You're going to be all mine...you must understand that, you must.. . " she hissed passionately into his ear.
Paul balked for a moment; it was so crazy, her con-fuging him with another guy, but he didn't want to turn her off now. "All I know is that I'm gonna burst if I don't get my cock into you," he rasped down at her.
"Yes, yesssss! Do that...fuck me and I'll take care of you forever!"
Paul forced his hands down beneath her, cupping her full buttocks in his clammy palms and drawing her pouting pubic mound up tighter against his hardness. He wedged his cock into the open split of her vagina, moving it back and forth, up and down until it was wormed into the damp pink slit separating her hair fringed pussy lips. He pressured upward, sensing the velvety raw flesh growing more wet with each second. Immediately Myra's buttocks went to work in grinding rotations, while the bulbous head of his cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clitoris.
Then her legs scissored wide open as she let out a long gasp and her strong calves entwined around the backs of his thighs. He kissed her hard and deep and lowered his hand to guide his aching cock downward between her moist cuntal lips. Myra trembled all over and whimpered as her pelvis lurched upward at him, the open mouth of her cunt widening to gobble up the blood-filled head of his hard young virility.
To hold back was a useless effort for Paul and he knew it. He sucked in his breath and thrust forward, feeling the nibbling mouth of her vaginal hole widen for him, absorbing him into the damp channel right up into her belly with a wet sucking sound, her vaginal muscles clamping tightly around the fleshy length of his wildly throbbing penis.
Oh, Christ, her cunt was milking his cock like a buttery hand!
"Ohhh...ahhh...." she moaned and crooned as he felt her insides dampen and clamp. Gritting his teeth, Paul started to fuck viciously into her, while her body lurched and jerked beneath him.
"Ohhh, Gawd! Edward! Ohhh...harder...fuck it harder...yes...like that!" she gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly suffocatingly around his neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the white cushions of her breasts.
Paul plunged his bloated cock up and deep into her belly, and her lush body spasmed and twisted in response to him, her face contorted in ecstasy. He watched her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils flared and her forehead sheened with a film of glistening sweat along the raven hairline. God, the woman was turned on...and he was the man who'd turned her on! Paul was a bit proud of that accomplishment.
"Ohhh, Edward...." she moaned. "Shove your finger up my ass...do something...anything!" she ordered whimperingly as he slid his strong hands under the wildly pumping ass cheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them off the bed to force her tighter to him. Still jack-hammering into her liquid depths, he managed to stretch the crevice of her ass, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus...until he found it...and shoved!
A tiny rivulet of moisture had dribbled down the widespread cleft from where his cock was stroking sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the puckered hole, lubricating it so that it gave way easily and his finger sunk into the tight elastic sphincter ring and popped smoothly inside the rubbery depths. Myra jerked forward beneath him, her lips parting in a silent cry of pain.
He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs jerked out erotically her feet kicking in the air above them, her toes curling under. "Aaagggh! Yes...it hurts so gooooood!" groaned Myra. He felt her begin to screw her rectum back onto his finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand, and he jiggled it experimentally, rotating it around deep inside the fleshy depths of her velvety rectum.
He ground down into her using all the strength of his hips and thighs, feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt milk his bursting cock. He levered up on the tips of his toes and rammed the last fraction of cock to thunder up her seeping hole, bringing a new wail of ecstasy to Myra's lips as he maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep inside her bowels. Again her nostrils flared animalishly and her eyes stared glassily up into his face, an inferno of desire burning within both of them.
"Aaaauuugggh...." the aristocratic profligate grunted as he buffeted her in time to the finger and cock dually fucking her genitals, a masochistic pleasure filling her from her vagina to the top of her head. Her long fingernails that had been digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of his back, slithered downward and dug painfully into his thrusting buttocks as they pounded demonically, driving his cock into the seething core of her needing body.
Moist, squelching, sucking sounds echoed in the sun lit room with every lunge he made into her, while his worming finger skewered into her tight anus furiously. Her skin was greasy with sweat and her head flailed uncontrollably. Myra Parker had become something almost inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking her knees back to her shoulders, egging him on like a rider jockeying to the finish line.
"Ohhhh...ohhhh...baby!" she encouraged in bursts of breath hissing from her lungs, her climax obviously hearing, while Paul breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He was darned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger from her rectum with a damp, hissing sound; then to his startlement she swung her smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around his neck, waving her ass from side to side and spiraling her clasping vagina up and down insanely on his plunging penis.
"Ohh...cumming...Edward...cumming...! " she cried out, locking her ankles in a death-like grip high up behind his sweating back. Her arms engulfed his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her body arching as she clung to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her female juices out around his driving penis and down the widespread crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.
The sheer salacity of Myra's climax triggered his own and he gripped her grinding buttocks, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great animalish gasps choked from his throat.
"Oh...unngghh...dammmmmrnmn!" he blurted, slamming viciously into her, his pelvis slapping brutally against the ragged pink lips of her cunt, his cock driving deep into the furthest hidden depths of her belly.
He felt the sperm roiling in his testicles and throwing his hands down behind her knees, forced them back higher around her head, grinding as far back against her cervix as he could. He gasped into her mouth, felt his balls explode, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic joy once more as she tightened her arms around his neck. Then, with a deep groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot, thick sperm into the warm depths of her trembling belly!
Then came the end...no more passion, no more taunting, except for the remorse of guilt...and Paul collapsed, rolling off of her sweat-sheened body and onto his back with a deep, almost bitter sigh of exhaustion. Next to him her long sigh snapped Paul back to reality. He felt the mattress spring upward and realized she was getting up off the bed. When he opened his eyes for a last glimpse of her lush nakedness, he was shocked to see an enigmatic glint replacing the passion-glaze of her sloe eyes.
A vacuous expression that Paul could not-dare not-read settled over Myra's aristocratic features. Theirs had been a wild, intense lovemaking, lustful and passionate. He had dominated her, had commanded her body and, selfishly satisfied, left the long smoldering emotions to enslave her soul. Again he had robbed the strength from her and corroded her vulnerable shell with dark memories.
Next time she would control her Edward...oh, would she! thought Myra, a crooked smirk bisecting her gorgeous face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
What was one more disappointment on top of everything else, Kathy reasoned with an inward stab of desolation as she set the cup of soup on the bedside table and stroked the damp forehead of her pale faced husband, staring into his limpid blue eyes with infinite compassion.
She had needed him inside of her tonight, had needed his warm seed to sow a bit of hope within her. Except for those times during the month when she didn't feel right about it, they had not missed a single night of lovemaking. Selfish, wouldn't it be, to demand his energies after he'd worked from dawn to dusk for the Parkers? He hadn't been willing to talk or discuss condition or the cause of it, so she let him fall asleep now.
The next morning the clamminess had dried on his forehead and his pale blue eyes appeared normally alert. He had kissed her long and promisingly before he donned the navy blue chauffeur uniform and brushed his below-the-ear sandy waves behind his sunburned ears.
Now, Kathy tidied up the breakfast room, dabbing at the glass-topped table with a sponge, the morning sun glowing in honey streaks over her blonde hair. Housework had never bothered her-God knows she'd done enough being the oldest daughter in a family of six children! A little tingle in her belly at the memory of her husband's kiss made her petite hands quiver a bit. Getting a bit on the horny side, wasn't she? Instantly forgetting about her family in Tennessee, she entertained fantasies of what her little bed-party with Paul at the end of the day promised.
Strange how back home she had felt guilty about these erotic tinglings that Paul aroused in her with a simple kiss...or when his gentle hand touched her breast or thigh. Now, living under the Parkers' rooftop, that guilt had dissipated, reforming into a soft pride of her womanhood and the willingness to accept Paul...all of him. Her religious parents had her believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and that she was hell-bent for damnation for indulging. God, how miserably wrong they were...!
With the furniture polish bottle and swipes of dust clothes tucked under her arm, Kathy's platform shoes headed toward the second floor to the Parker's bedroom. Her mind lingered on her parents, wondering if they'd been more accepting of her womanly emotions if none of this mess would have happened. Parents were only people, capable of errors, too. Certainly if they had been married in the village church and settled down there...oh God, there she went again, trying to make everybody else responsible for her predicament. . .
Well, darn it! she straightened, throwing back her shoulders so that her waist length honey hair jounced lively with each step. Yesterday had been the worst day of her life...starting with that awful Mrs. Parker taunting Paul about that stupid uniform...and then the disappointment of not feeling Paul deep inside her womb...To stop thinking about it and start acting on it was the way out.
Instantly, she set down her cleaning wares in the hallway and picked up the telephone receiver sitting in a wall niche, her pink tipped finger poking into the 0 for operator. Someone answered hello in a raspy, low voice.
"I'd like the number for Judge Henderson, please...."
'This is the Parker Halfway House, miss." Kathy stiffened. "But I want an outside line...how do I get it?"
"You don't...without Mr. Parker's permission."
Kathy's petite hand trembled and her dimpled chin began to quiver, too, as with an uncertain movement, she placed the receiver back on the cradle. Her defeatism quickly gave vent to anger. Certainly such restrictions were not implied under the conditions of her custody. Why, this was like living behind the Iron Curtain!...and she had seven hundred and twenty-eight more days of staring at these walls and cleaning up after the Parkers' parties and watching the sluttish looking woman of the house gloat over Paul.
But what weapon could one little nobody from nowhere use against two well renowned philanthropists! Wearily, Kathy plucked up her cleaning wares and continued on down the hall, turning right into the Parkers' bedroom where the mid-morning light played garishly over the rich red and black decor. The room was anything but restful, mused Kathy, her damp, scalding eyes raking over the row of large television screens staring vacuously back at her.
Rebelliously, she flicked on one set. A soap opera or game show might help to dispel the plaguing, depressing thought that her dear Paul was tagging after Mrs. Parker this very moment, fulfilling her needs when she, his wife, had plenty of her own aching for fulfillment!
With a bosom heaving sigh, Kathy collapsed down on the rumpled, round bed ringed with mirrors and put her feet up lazily. She flicked the remote control sitting on the pillow beside her; the screen showed nothing but an interior shot of a roomful of girls wearing blue pinstripe uniforms...
"FUCK HER IN THE ASS!"
Huh? Kathy sprang up in bed, squinting her green eyes at the screen.
"ONE OF THESE DAYS I'LL GET EVEN WITH THAT BULL DYKE!"
"YOU CAN'T LET HER GET YOU, SANDY...I'M TELLIN' YA, SHE'S NOTHING COMPARED TO THAT SLOBBERING IDIOT UP IN THE MANSION...OR THAT SADISTIC MYRA PARKER...KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT OR YOU'LL END UP HER DINNER!"
Little beads of perspiration broke out on Kathy's silk forehead as she listened to the strangely X-rated rated dialogue while the girls on the screen, obviously preparing for a shower, slipped out of their uniforms and worked at the fasteners of their brassieres...totally unaware that a set of invisible eyes were watching them! Kathy's mouth went dry and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as her brain registered the shocking reality. Sitting cross legged now, her maid's uniform with its multi-layered white ruffles laying in her lap like a bouquet of flowers, Kathy's trembling hand reached out to push the selector button on the remote control. Her green eyes shot open wide as a picture of a Sam, the matron of the Parker Halfway House, stood in what resembled an office, her legs were spread wide apart, apparently bracing her weight, and in her hand the leather thongs of a whip sang overhead, then slapped down on the naked buttocks of a girl tossed belly-down over a desk.
"STOP! OH, GOD, STOP! I'LL EAT YOU...I'LL
DO ANYTHING...JUST STOP!"
Oh, dear God in Heaven! Each crack of the lash sent a cringing pain through Kathy's ripe young body. Hastily, she punched the selector button and this time the camera eye opened onto a view of the Parkers' backyard, the heavily bushed area around the dog pen with the one-room cottage there. What appeared to be an empty set came to life as a small body rose up from the grass, scratched its groin and waddled about aimlessly, its back to the camera. Stupefied, Kathy pressed her nose to the glass, then let out a whimpering wail of horror as the creature sprung around, racing toward the camera, coming at her like the distorted, crazy image in a carnival fun-house...spittle drooling, eyes rolling, stunted features grotesquely disproportionate!
Oh God! Kathy punched several buttons until the screen finally faded. It was all clear to her...the Parkers had to be warped people...watching the runaways from the House in their most intimate moments, playing voyeurs. And that thing in the backyard...what, who was that? Good God, who knows but what they might make their evening entertainment of watching she and Paul making love...? The thought made her emotions curdle within her empty little belly.
Oh God, these people polluted everything they touched, kept everything within iron-tight control...including their household help. Somehow, someway, they had to get away from this terrible place and these wicked people! But...how? The Parkers had managed to physically separate Paul and herself, and no doubt their room housed a fugitive camera, too, which meant that any communication between them was public entertainment. Run away? Not with Mr. Parker's influence in this town! Every road would be blocked, every trail sniffed by blood hounds! There had to be a way...life couldn't be this cruel!
If only she could reach Judge Henderson! He was the law and certainly the law wouldn't tolerate the obscene happenings behind these walls...
* * *
Sid Parker wasn't at all pleased about his wife's philandering with the young caretaker. Not that he objected to her preference for a young, hard boy...but this Edward fixation crap had to cease right now! That they played sex as a game of monopoly was an open agreement between them...but it had to stay precisely that, and his vixen wife was openly disobeying the rules. Watching the video reel of Myra with the Tennessee hick had proven Sid's suspicions: Myra was "losing control, getting too serious over her moves and letting the scraggly punk control her emotions as if she were a thirteen year old floundering around in the back seat of a car. Instead of dominating him, she was luring him and in the process had deceived him, her husband. Hell, reasoned the big man, she didn't entrap that blonde pussy for my sake at all...it was her scrawny husband Myra wanted all along!
"Shit. . . " Sid Parker muttered under his breath, bolting out of his high-backed leather chair, his footsteps solid and meaningful as they thundered up the carpeted, spiralling staircase to the second floor where he could hear the hum of the vacuum cleaner in the distance.
Kathy was vacuuming under the bed, down on her hands and knees, the garters holding her fishnet stockings taut to the snapping point pulled over the alabaster softness of her satiny upper thighs. From his ripe vantage point he could see the narrow crotch-band of her bikini panties underneath and squinting, he stroked his chin, wondering if indeed that was a moist dew of desire sopping the narrow strip of nylon. The moons of her buttocks shone round and white, haloed by the white flounces of her short underskirts beneath.
Decisively, Sid Parker reached down and pulled the plug on the vacuum cleaner, it's air inflated bag deflating like a satiated male organ.
Abruptly, Kathy's green eyes flung around in a riot of blonde waves flailing about her pixie face and, her cheeks flushing in humiliation at being discovered in her immodest posture, she hastened to straighten her posture, pulling her knees underneath her.
"Miss Kathy," he started, hooking his thumbs in his brocade vest and talking around the Havana cigar plugging his lips, "there's something I have to discuss with you."
"Y-Yes, Mr. Parker...." Though she was still trembling from head to toe, Kathy breathed an inner sigh of relief. He might have walked in fifteen minutes earlier and discovered her playing with his television sets. She realized then that he was standing there in the doorway, waiting for her to follow. Hesitantly she rose to her feet, straightened her maid's uniform and tripped after him downstairs to his private office. What could he possibly want to discuss with her?
He gestured for her to walk ahead and of course she did. Sid let his eyes feast lecherously on the shapely roundness of his housekeeper's young hips and buttocks, the fullness of her exposed stockinged thighs and luscious calves flitting down the steps ahead of him. That uniform had been Myra's idea. His mate knew how to keep her husband's libido well charged...if only she weren't so wrapped up in this Edward fixation she'd be the perfect mate, but sometimes, like lately, he felt he didn't quite trust her motives and that irked him.
He grinned salaciously to himself as he walked briskly ahead now and stood at the door of his office gesturing for her to enter. Immediately he closed the doors behind him and slipped the lock in place with a loud metallic sound.
Kathy, too, heard the ominous clicking sound and she flung around, a new tightness constricting her belly. Were there cameras in this room, too? She stopped abruptly in the middle of the room, turning quickly to face him and read the expression on his leering, smoothly shaven face.
"How are you enjoying your stay here with us, Kathy?" the big man asked in a booming, demanding voice that again made Kathy's bloodstream ice.
Kathy's mouth twisted into a crooked half smile and she shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, just fine, Mr Parker."
"Any complaints...." he gestured expansively. "Is the food okay? Your bed soft enough?"
With her hands clasped in front of her, one ankle turned over girlishly, Kathy nodded unconvincingly. "One thing...I would like to have a bit more freedom...just...to walk around the garden...and stuff."
"But you're in our custody, dear...we're responsible for you and you did steal Mrs. Parker's diamonds, after all. . . "
"But I didn't! I swear I didn't!" Numbly, Kathy shook her head in the negative, struggling for the proper words that might help convince him of her innocence. Of course he didn't trust her, because she was poor...Her misery came pouring out in words she couldn't check. "Oh, Mr. Parker, please send me and Paul back to Tennessee! We'll both work real hard and send our paychecks back to you if you want us to Paul'll even work in the mines and I'll get a job . somewhere...."
Sid Parker stared at his prisoner long and hard, deep furrows wrinkling his naked forehead. When he spoke the words were well chosen, a fact exemplified by his cigar held between his fingers in lieu of his lips. "I might let you go back to your Daddy in Tennessee, little girl, if you were to be nice to me...."
When her horror-stricken face registered no change of expression, Sid Parker stepped closer to the shivering young girl, took a significant pull off his cigar and exhaled a cloud of smoke in the air. "Do you like me, Kathy?"
Kathy felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, as she stood there awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her, his empty hand reaching out to take her small, trembling one inside it. "Come a little closer, Kathy, and feel what Papa Parker's got for you!" he rasped lewdly, clasping her clammy hand and guiding it to the meaningful bulge tenting his pants. "Don't ask me how, but I've seen you squirming and writhing on the end of your punk hubby's hard fucking cock, trying to make it and being left high and dry when he blows his nuts in your hot, creaming pussy before you can cum...! "
Oh, God! He has been watching us...spying on us...like-like those poor girls in the Halfway House! "Oh, God," she gasped aloud in horror at the shocking filth spewing from his smirking lips. Dear Lord! She had to get out of there...away from this terrible man and his evil house...! Desperately, she tried to jerk her hand free as tears of shame and rage streamed down her satin cheeks, but his meaty hand gripped her tightly. She struggled with him, knowing it was useless, remembering the locked door, but in her panic she could think of nothing else but getting away from this beast. Abruptly, she sank her sharp teeth into the hairy flesh of his hand.
"You fucking little cunt!" he bellowed, jerking his hand away to brutally grasp her arm. With the other hand he slapped her had across the face, knocking her backward and down onto a sofa. Kathy flung to her feet, facing his raised hand, then backing away at the threat of it. She slumped helplessly and buried her sobbing face in her hands.
"It's time you came to your senses," he said, breathing heavily as he examined the teeth marks on his flesh. A bit more pressure and her white little fangs would have broken the skin; still, the wound hurt like hell. Vicious little cunt, this one! She'd pay for that! "Listen, Kathy, we can either be friends, which'll make it easier on you...or enemies...and I'll rape you...and don't think I can't! Either way I'm going to fuck you shitless!"
With blood still singing in her ears from the force of his blow, Kathy felt the nausea sweeping through her at his lurid promise was far more repugnant than the thought of him beating her bloody!
"Oh, God...no...you wouldn't!" she heard herself groan feebly. "Please...oh God, please...please let me out of here!"
"You little shit...shut your mouth and listen to reason!" he spat down at her. "My wife has been fucking your husband, what do you think of them apples?" he gloated lewdly. "That's what his new job is...fuckin' my wife, and if you don't believe me, turn your television set on tonight at seven and you'll get a private airing."
"You're lying!" Kathy rubbed her freed wrist. "My husband loves me...he'd never...do that...with your wife!" Then the reality hit like a ton of bricks smashing between her eyeballs. In this wicked house nothing was impossible! She eyed the big man suspiciously, squinting up at him to read the victorious expression on his naked face.
"You know...." he said with measured words, "it wouldn't look good before the Judge should word of your husband's extra-marital activities with my wife seep out. The Judge just might suggest you two be separated...by law he could do that, you know."
Kathy's mind worked desperately to function with intelligence. Somehow she had to keep this evil man from taking out his vengeance on her young husband...keep him pacified until she could reach Judge Henderson and explain everything. She knew what she must do, though her stomach bubbled uneasily at the thought of it. If Paul had fallen into Myra Parker's trap' he must have been coerced, she reasoned, webbing together an excuse because the desolating pain of doubting her husband's motives was too agonizing.
"You look a bit shaken, my dear. How about a nice fresh drink to clam you down?" Sid grinned patted her on the head and strode toward the bar and selected a bottle from the cupboard.
A nerve-wracked tremor rippled over Kathy's young body. Lord, what could possibly happen next? She couldn't afford to do anything foolish that might raise Mr. Parker's ire and hurt their chances before Judge Henderson cleaned up this mess, but neither could she turn herself over to this repulsively suave man who even now glanced at her as if she were a tempting morsel to be popped into his mouth.
"Wh-what you're saying," choked Kathy, "is that if I don't co-cooperate with you, you'll send Paul away?"
"That's it, little girl...two years of never seeing each other. I have the power to see to it, you know!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The amber liquid burned a path down Kathy's gullet, but that discomfort bothered her none compared to the presence of Sid Parker breathing on the nape of her neck. His arm had slunk around her, not touching her, but barring her way. Slowly, she lowered her trembling hand to the exposed flesh of her stockinged thigh and his larger one came down to cover it. Her heart bolted at his unabashed aggression. She gaped at him breathlessly, seeming to sense an awesome power there, and squirmed backwards, working herself into the corner of the sofa. He smiled amusedly, lecherous lights dancing in his flinty eyes to flash his message to her.
"You're quite a dish, you know that?" he spoke softly between sips of whiskey. "I'm sorry to have to tell you about your husband, but there are things a woman should know," he went on, his hot hand caressing her own tenderly.
"I don't believe you! You're cruel and mean and wicked...I've seen the...." She stopped short and fortunately, too, for she felt his breath quicken from her near-admission of seeing the television cameras upstairs.
A helpless tremor rippled through Kathy as she felt his hand move brazenly to the bowl of her tense belly, smoothing suggestively before slipping around her tiny waist while he inched his bulk closer to her, until his big, handsome face was mere inches from her own. The touch of his hand generated a soothing warmth through the fabric of her maid uniform, sending strange, unwanted thrills tickling along her spine. She fought it. She couldn't succumb to the lewd behavior he expected of her! She was married, and even though Paul had supposedly violated their marriage vows (a fact she staunchly refused to believe), she had no intentions of following his example.
"Stop! Please...oh please stop this!" she wailed emphatically, writhing from his grasp and rocking forward, brought herself to her feet, balancing unsteadily on her high platform shoes. "I can't be part of this. Please...let me go!"
Sid's features were set in a malefic expression. "I told you before I was going to fuck you...one way or the other...now shuddup and enjoy it because you've left yourself no choice!"
Kathy stiffened as if she'd been dunked in ice-water. Her rosebud mouth fell loosely open and her green eyes widened in utter disbelief at the realization that she was this man's prisoner . . .for two fill years! She sensed his hands slipping around her waist again and the strength of his powerful arms slowly drawing her tight against him, those same hands exploring downwards to cradle the round, fullness of her buttocks. The blood rushed hotly to her face in shame of his coarse hands moving intimately over her fear-cringing body.
"S-Stop! God, stop it!" she chirped desperately
Sid Parker was not a man of limitless patience and this honey-haired country girl was quickly clipping it to the quick. "Shuddup!" he snarled balefully, "or I'll stuff a goddamned dust cloth in your mouth and tie your hands up with the vacuum cleaner cord!"
Kathy let out a pitiful whimper and gaped into his face as his still teasing hands massaged and stroked her buttocks, pressing her tighter against the terrible rising bulge in his pants.
'That punk assed husband's a quick shooter," the big man gloated, licking his beefy lips. "It's time you got fucked by a man who could make you cum."
Feebly, Kathy struggled in his arms, as if to satisfy her own conscience, her arms and legs flailed out, kicking and thrashing like an insect caught in a spider's web, but he held her imprisoned in his massive clutch. She gaped in horror as he slowly lowered his balding head until his lips engulfed her soft, moist mouth, his hot tongue worming wetly beyond her teeth into the vainly resisting cavern. He held her close, his hotly massaging hands pressing into the cheeks of her lush buttocks to force her pelvis tighter against him, his penis jabbing hard into her soft belly, making a soft, uncontrollable tremor pass over her.
God, something terrible was happening inside of her! Here this big, loathsome character was raping her and in spite of the shame and repulsion, she was slowly but inexorably giving in to him. She relaxed against him as he drew her back down onto the couch, his large right hand completely engulfing her throbbing breast, massaging it in a way that Paul never had!
"Ohhhh...ohhhh!" she groaned, flustered, and he smiled arrogantly above her.
"Can't help yourself, can you baby?" he taunted, his hands roving over the hills and valleys of her lush young body. "You're so horny you'd let a snake crawl up that hole between your luscious legs...and I promise, Doll, I'll fill that belly so full of cock you'll think your dumb-assed hubby's got a wiener between his legs!"
His words bounced off the walls of her stupefied brain, while his hand, his tongue, his whole massive body was setting her afire with desire she had never dreamed possible! Something about this man's raw, lustful caress was weakening the walls of her resistance. God, was she losing her mind? Was she that desperate that she could welcome the touch of this horribly wicked man? Oh, Paul...Paulllll!! ! !
And then, his huge, hot hand was on her leg...her thigh...the soft, tingling inner flesh of her thigh...and she wanted it there! Oh, Paul...forgive me, but it's so warm and big and gentle...moving up to my...
"You delicious little cunt, you!" Sid Parker hissed down at her where she sat, goose-bumped and shivering beside him, while his hungry hand smoothed up and down the satiny flesh of her quivering leg, over the mesh of her fishnet stockings. His long fingers made tingling contact with the nylon strip of her panties, hiding the soft, sensitive cunt beneath.
Kathy groaned and spasmed at each pressured touch against her awakened vagina, her mind desperately fighting to seize control over the rapidly fired physical sensations sizzling over her body. Ohhh hh, God! She had to make him stop!
"No...please, Mr. Parker...please stop!" she whimpered pathetically, her breath quickening as she felt his fingers teasing at the snug elastic leg band of her panties. Yet even as she spoke her passion hungry need for fulfillment...too many denied her...won over and her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs opened to him, while her tongue trailed across his grinning lips, tiny mewls of helpless submission gurgling in her throat.
And then she felt it! She sensed his middle finger, insinuated under the crotch band of her panties now, tracing the thin, pink split of her naked young pussy and she squirmed her buttocks beneath it! Her hands moved to his powerful shoulders, their polished tips digging into the hard flesh through his suit and a minute sensation of repulsion swept through her even as spasms of desire rippled through her belly. Tauntingly, she could feel him part the silken pubic curls and worm his middle finger up between her little vaginal lips...!
"Oh, Mr. Parker...you wicked, awful man!" she whimpered, gasping in a helpless choking whisper. "You terrible, cruel man!" Maybe it was partly the alcohol, maybe it was the lingering frustration from the last lovemaking with Paul, but something had tapped the well of Kathy's womanly desires.
A stimulating shock tremored along the smooth flesh of her thighs as she twitched and ground her buttocks down into the softness of the sofa cushion, her whimpers giving way to a helpless groaning while his finger teased at the moist split of her vagina, rubbing electrically against the oily nub of her clitoris. She sensed the wetness up between her legs and could smell the sticky muskiness dribbling in creamy threads down his hand. Kathy nibbled at her lips, biting to hold back the moans of traitorous desire frothing in her belly.
Oh, it was evil and wrong...she couldn't throw away her marriage vows for such cheap thrills! She forced her small hands against his heavy chest, her teeth gnashing and bared as she squirmed and kicked, trying to shove him away!
"Damn you!" she growled. "Stop that! I won't do it!" she spat tearfully, snarling like a trapped animal between her tightly clenched teeth. "Let me go...you, you animal!"
With a bemused smile, Sid Parker caught her flailing arms, his massive weight pulling her down as he quickly rolled on top of her. "Now listen here!" he growled down at her, his round face reddening from the effort. Then the teeth on his boorish face sparkled between compressed lips and he slapped her across the face hard. "I wasn't kidding about tying you up, dammit!"
Slowly, Kathy relaxed her struggles, the thought of being gagged and bound terrifying her more than any other deprivation of freedom she'd suffered at the hands of this wretched people! As a child she had seen a trapped squirrel ensnared in a fox trap, had watched from a distance as it bit and tore its own flesh struggling to free itself. And with that gruesome memory ripe in her mind, she went lax. God in heaven! She was hopelessly trapped in this room...in this house...in this state...allowed absolutely no contact with the outside world. They had spied on her making love to her husband, had cut off the telephone lines to her disposal, and now he was going to exploit her body, taking any and every indecent liberty with her that he pleased! And all in the name of justice!
Tears of humiliation streamed down her hot cheeks as in bitter shame she felt her treacherous young body spark with desire at the maddening play of his finger in her moistened cunt, her hips grinding rhythmically to his finger fucking up between her blonde pussy curls.
"That feels much better, nun?" Sid hissed down at her. 'That sweet, tight little cunt of yours is crying for my finger...just think how happy it'll be when it feels my cock sawing up there?"
Kathy couldn't speak. The mumbles that rumbled from her lips were bunched in her throat, the sensual jolts of his thick finger teasing skillfully around her swelling clitoris making her buttocks grind defensively down into the sofa to try to escape the erotic spasms careening over her soft, vibrant flesh.
"Oh...oh!" she moaned, as his thumb nail scraped teasingly against her clitoris.
"Beginning to like it, huh, Doll?"
"Just...don't...do anything...to take me...away from Paul...." she managed feebly, hating herself for knowing that she would submit to this awful man. "Promise you won't...hurt us!"
"C'mon...trust me, little girl!" he leered. "You owe it to yourself to have a good fuck after the way your hubby masturbated himself in your pussy!" His reference to their beautiful, lovemaking coupled with the lewd four-letter word fired strange excitement to prickle within her.
"I'll try...for him." she whimpered, rolling her face from him.
Sid Parker gloatingly moved his big frame further up over her, letting free of her wrists and bringing his hand up to entwine his finger in her long, honey-colored hair, drawing her lovely face back to him. Again he plastered his lips to hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his thick finger began to saw into her tender cunt once more.
"I'm going to take off your uniform now, Kathy...and don't get any ideas about playing mean," he whispered.
Compliantly, she didn't struggle when he raised her up and lowered the zipper of her uniform, pulling it off her creamy shoulders. She clenched her eyes tight, feeling a fugitive tear curl down each satin cheek. His fingers played over her body like a flamingo guitarist his instrument's strings, unfastening this, pulling at that, until a cool rush of air bathed her young breasts as they bounced freely before him, her strawberry nipples puckering tightly.
With a sharp intake of air, Sid's big hand eagerly clutched them to knead and squeeze, rolling the nipples erotically between his fingers like a couple of marbles...until finally his warm, moist mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and teasing the little bud maddeningly...then, the other...his long tongue trailing down the narrow, deep vale separating the hillocks of her creamy breasts, her stomach muscles tensing as it slithered tormentingly over her satiny flesh, flicking momentarily into her navel to taunt it while his hands stroked down along her ribs to curvaceous hips, his fingers hooking inside the waistband of her nylon panties.
Again she felt a cool gush of air as it brushed against her warm, perspiration dampened thighs and vagina...and Kathy didn't wince or protest as he raised her legs to slip her panties down her alabaster legs. With her eyes still closed tightly she felt the pressure of the sofa as he raised to his knees and she knew he was undressing!
Dear God, how had she fallen into the hands of these wretched people? What had she ever done to deserve being imprisoned this way
She could sense movement about her and opening her eyes in hopes of making one last lunge for freedom, her wide green orbs fastened onto his broad, hairy torso to the thick dangling protuberance jutting out from beneath the overhang of his slightly bulging stomach.
Sid Parker was kneeling directly between her spread legs at the knees now spread wide apart, his handsome face twisted in a lewd, victorious grin. Kathy's eyes widened in building revulsion and choking disbelief as Sid's meaty hand lustfully stroked the heavy foreskin back and forth, the shiny, naked cock head peeking out of its hood in glistening redness!
"Make your mouth water, Baby?" he taunted.
Kathy thought she might be sick at the sight of his angry looking organ; yet, she couldn't help but gape at its elephantine length and thickness, mentally comparing it to Paul's and judging her husband's to be almost childish in comparison. She looked down, the sight of her own swollen breasts naked and shamefully exposed filling her with helpless dread. How...oh God, how could this be happening to her? She looked up into his leering face and it struck her that he was enjoying subjecting her to this humiliation, sadistically gleaming over the power he held over her!
Automatically, her frightened orbs dropped once more to lock on the blue-veined thickness growing fraction of an inch by fraction even as she stared. It was terrorizing! My God, she could never take that up inside of her!
"Maybe you'd like to play with it for a while before I stuff into your little pussy hole?" he teased, gleefully watching the paling expression of fear contorting her angelic young face. Again the tears scalded in her eyes and dribbled miserably down her cheeks as she realized with utter finality that she was this man's victim to taunt and humiliate as he pleased. Her mind was too preoccupied with hopelessness to hear his filthy words now.
Then Sid fell down on the sofa like a sack of cement, squeezing the breath out of her burning lungs with a gasp, the hardness of his thick, pulsating cock crushing into the soft flesh of her loins, his greedy hands squeezing her firm breasts so viciously that she cried out in real pain. Then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat while harsh rasps hissed from his lungs.
"I'm going to have you begging before I'm finished!" he hissed down into her crinkled up face. "You're going to beg me to fuck you, ram my cock into that hot little cunt of yours so deep you'll be able to taste it in your mouth!"
Kathy tried to deafen her ears to his disgusting abuse...and then he was moving down her body...slipping down and down until his naked face was poised between her wide spread thighs only inches from her nakedly trembling pussy...the revolting shock of what he intended to do causing her to nearly throw up in disgust!
"Wh-What. . . ? No...please! Not that! You can't!" cried out Kathy shamefully as she felt the Director of the Halfway House place his huge palms against the satiny inner flesh of her thighs, pressing them apart, spreading her genitals open to his lust glazed eyes. She moaned pathetically, raising her head to stare down between her milky orbs and see him posed between her thighs. "Please...my husband has never...! "
She gritted her teeth, trying to close her legs to him, but to no avail. His hands were warm against the flesh of her thighs as Sid licked his lips at the tight, pink split fringed enticingly with silken golden curls while two dainty glistening droplets moistened the tongue like pink petals that peeked out at him from the thin vertical mouth. As she lay frozen to the cushion beneath him, Kathy watched in petrified debasement while with deliberate slowness he placed his thumbs delicately on the cringing fleshy lips of her cunt and spread them apart, flowering open the moist coral flesh to his sight!
In confused and panting tension, Kathy felt the hot wisps of his rapid breaths taunt her sensitive, delicate genital flesh and then her own breath caught in her throat when she saw his face lower to the furry vee of her crotch and felt his long, hot tongue lap up into her moist, fearfully quivering cunt.
Her young, lush body clothed only in the lacey garter belt holding up textured stockings, jerked convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from Kathy's throat while her smooth buttocks lurched downward in her effort to avoid the perverted outrage he was committing upon her naked genitals. Her stomach spasmed and churned in convulsive shock as she groaned loathingly to his tongue slithering in and out of her vulnerably exposed pussy in wild, animalish delight!
"Ohhhh...doooon't!" she pleaded, her head beginning to thrash from side to side as she held it raised, gaping in disbelief at Mr. Parker's swirling tongue between her spread thighs. Wasn't it punishment enough that he held her prisoner in his house...for a crime she hadn't committed...? This was a nightmare...she tried to reason as his tongue raced in a liquid feast up into her dilating cunt!
Down between her legs Sid Parker prided himself on the uncharacteristic patience with which he had treated this young, sweet morsel. In fact, he'd been unduly gentle with her, remembering well how Joy, a young runaway had freaked out under similar circumstances. Explaining to the coroner how a fourteen year old had hanged herself from his living room chandelier with an extension cord was an experience he didn't care to repeat. Bad for his image, indeed...
The honey-haired country girl's protesting "nooo-oo!" had taken on a whimpering, pleading quality and Sid rightly guessed that lust was sprouting to life inside her trembling body from the licking of her vagina.
Kathy felt his big hands move caressingly up over her belly to the pulsing, firm flesh of her hard-nippled breasts, cupping and massaging them while his mouth sucked and fucked into her vagina with obscene wet sucking sounds that filled the room. She sensed his eyes fixed on her tormented face and realized he was watching for the first hint of her surrender to his gross ravishment of her body.
Determinedly, she clenched her small hands into tight fists, her long polished fingernails digging cruelly into the palms of her hands as she tried to blot out and numb herself against the sensations raging within her body. It was useless; she was trapped. She could not fight him physically or mentally...!
His lips probed and explored until he found the pulsing tip of her clitoris. Sid heard her choking whimper of agonized pleasure when he took the tiny nub between his front teeth and nibbled it lightly, swabbed his tongue over and around it in velvety circles. Downward shot his tongue, back through the soft pink slit and into the warm depths of her cuntal hole.
There was no kidding herself now, Kathy knew. The erotic pleasures had reached beyond her physical powers of defense. Her resistance was so diminished it was hardly a memory! Her body spasmed, convulsed and jerked, her head flailing from side to side as he licked and probed and sucked and fucked into her cunt, lashing and sliding his long, hot tongue deep up into her narrow vagina, while in abject horror she listened to her own lewd whimpering pleas as he swirled and plunged another creamy inch inside her excited cunt!
Then her green eyes few open as if one springs as with a lewd grunt, he raised her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them so that they, with her shoulders, were wedged underneath her thighs. Now her thighs were draped over his broad shoulders, locked there, and he maneuvered his hands beneath her quivering buttocks, pressing them to him with unquestioned authority. Indeed, Kathy was his prisoner now!
With a squelching slurp he lapped his tongue deeply into the frothy depths of her vagina while she jerked and pumped her fists uselessly...at last finding a place for them as they clutched at his hair, pressing his face down tighter to the steamy morass of her loins.
And then Kathy's muscles relaxed...in her legs, her arms, everywhere...and she opened herself receptively to him, offering herself as an erotic sacrifice to his obscene sucking and licking of her cunt. And then...and then she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the tiny, secretly puckered hole of her anus!
Normally she would have screamed in protest at the perverse suggestion, but instead she groaned submissively at the moist seething contact of his soft tongue against the sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked her lips and stared up at the ceiling unseeing, her mouth hanging open in a silent plea for him to stop...to make her stop fighting against her body's very physical needs. Now her captor was no longer her enemy; it was Kathy's staunchly religious mind versus Kathy's womanly needful body!
"Ohhhh...ohhh...ohhh," she choked ecstatically. "No...you shouldn't...you shouldn't. . . ! " she whimpered, rolling her hips and trying to screw her possessively flexing rectal mouth back onto his hungrily probing tongue.
Sid Parker chuckled aloud and Kathy's eyes sprang open as he thrust stiffly against the snug, spongy little hole, raising goose bumps on her quaking belly and heaving young breasts.
"Ohhh Gawddd!" she moaned, dropping her head back and letting it toss from side to side, her buttocks jerking in rhythm to the jabs of his tongue. "Ohhh...yess...love meee!" she cried out, her body sizzling with fiery sensations too consuming to ignore. Her genitals burned with need. She raised her hips and buttocks to him, her damp, squirming genitals offered to him in complete servitude. Her hands entangled in his hair again as she wailed from the depths of her being. Shame, morals, pride...and promised love for her husband, meant nothing now. What meaning had words now...? What she needed was something real...very fleshy and very real! She tried to pull his sucking face tighter into her cunt, mashing his nose against her sensitive clitoris, forcibly thrusting his lips inside the warm pink velvet of her womanhood.
"Now, baby...now you're ready!" rasped Sid Parker, and as he raised his head, Kathy saw the creamy froth of her love juices dribbling about his mouth and down his chin. Her untouched genitals stung with disappointment from the loss of contact with his masterful tongue. "It's fucking time, Doll!"
Kathy couldn't move! She was frozen in her salacious posture...with her trembling thighs raised and spread open to him, her swollen young breasts heaving with short, panting breaths, her belly quivering while her eyes leveled on his long thick penis spearing out from his hairy loins, a pearl of pre-cum oozing from the eye.
"Oh no...oh Gawd!" she wailed when his meaty hulk crawled up over her, holding himself above her like a dark shadow of death. Slowly, he lowered his face and sucked the nipple of one breast into his mouth greedily, sinking his teeth into it as if trying to tear it from her rib cage. Kathy writhed and groaned aloud at the sharp pain.
"Christ, I'm going to love fucking you, baby!" he promised, hovering above her, his eyes darting over her naked flesh like a bird of prey eyeing its noonday lunch from the skies. As a last probe at her helplessness, he spewed a barrage of desire arousing four-letter words that echoed off her well-charged libido to telegraph messages throughout her body.
"Now...take it in your hand and put it in that hot, tight cunt...just the tip of it!" he ordered, his flinty eyes gleaming down sadistically at her.
Kathy's perky nose crinkled. "It's...so big!"
"I said take it!" he snapped. "Don't make me angry, bitch!"
Kathy gasped as her small hand encircled his thick, throbbing cock, an expression of real fear freezing her face when she discovered for herself the enormity of it. Her pink fingertips barely met around that rubbery girth! "Oh, Mr. Parker...I can't take that...inside of me," she choked.
"Shut that goddamn trap and listen to me!" growled Sid sadistically, lowering his heavy hips while Kathy reluctantly spread her thighs as wide as she could and guided his heavy cocktip toward the small moist opening of her vagina, using the hard head to part the blood-filled, fleshy lips of her cunt, her brain whirling in fear and damning anticipation.
The sixteen year old bride moaned, twisting her head as an erotic shudder passed over her at the electrifying contact of the spongy tip with the burning flesh of her needing young pussy. She could hardly breathe from the massive pressure of his bear-like body pulverizing her lithe one hundred two pounds of delicate flesh. She waited...until he flicked his hips slightly forward to cause a sharp little pain from the stretching pressure of his cock at the small, elastic mouth of her vagina!
"Aaaggghhh...! " she cried, more in fear than in pain. He pressed again, the forest of hair on his chest tickling her smashed down breasts beneath. "Ohhhh...ohhh!" she gasped out as the fiery tip forged its way into the hairy nest of her pussy, stretching the tight, tender flesh until she felt certain she was being ripped apart. "Oh stop...stop! You're tearing me!" she wailed up at him.
Kathy stared up at him through agony-glazed eyes, his lustfully contorted face mocking her sadistically. Mercilessly he slammed his lust bloated penis into the tight pink walls of her pussy.
"Aaauuugggh!" she grunted to the drilling of his thick cock inch by excruciating inch into her, until his face, still smeared with her cuntal juices, was a mask of devilish lust...as if the sight of her helpless young body trying to absorb his heavy prick thundering into her tight vagina was more than he could bear. With an excited glance down at her widespread, upraised genitals, he thrust forward brutally, hammering his long, stone-hard cock soaring up into her fearfully cringing hole.
"Oh...ohhh...aaaggghhh!" It had knocked the wind out of her burning lungs. She screamed beneath him both in fear of being crushed to death and being torn apart by the blood inflated head plowing right up through her tightly resisting cuntal walls to the spongy depths of her sensitive cervix. Beneath, she could feel the sacs of his sperm-heavy balls slapping between her upturned buttocks, tingling against the button of her anus.
"Oh...God!" By now the words had little meaning, even to Kathy. Her belly was stuffed full with his massive cock and her tender cuntal passage felt as if he had scoured the delicate flesh with his cruel penetration, the long, thick shaft's every wrinkle and ridge very real to her as it lay buried deep inside her quaking loins.
In a sense, Sid was punishing himself, too. His lungs burned for want of air and a throbbing pain had developed in his chest from the exertion. For a moment, he too, lie still and heavy upon her, his breathing raspy...then, he flexed his cock deep inside the soft clinging flesh, worming the sinewy pole another fraction of an inch deeper into her.
"No...no more...please!" she begged, but he repeated the torture, each time knocking the wind out of her, causing her breath to come in ragged gasps. His penis felt like a cookie-cutter slicing its veiny, round shape in the soft flesh of her vagina and the thought made her gurgle in agony. Then, she seemed to have become numb down there, a dull throbbing pain replacing sharp, tearing cuts. The big man began a slow revolving motion with his heavy pelvis, grinding his cock tightly up into her naked genitals, stretching walls until whining little mewls of growing pleasure began to bubble from her rosebud lips.
Using short, teasing strokes that caused her delicious, spread-eagled body to react of its own volition, Sid braced himself above her. The fight had gone out of her and what he glanced down at now was a goose-bumped mass of sweet young lust-hungry flesh! Isometrically, Sid levered himself upon his toes giving himself the power to saw into her with long, probing strokes; beneath, his captive squirmed and writhed in response. He dropped his mouth, plastered it to hers, giving her a taste of herself, and she slithered her tingly tongue between his lips to be sucked, while moans of passion bubbled from her chest. Now, unconsciously, she raised her loins up to him, meeting him in mid-thrust, his pelvis bone smashing into her belly, their pubic curls meshing together. While her mouth opened and closed against his lips, her nostrils flared in sensuous surrender.
Sid noticed the film of sweat beading her forehead beneath the wealth of disheveled, entangled golden hair, the way her neck was straining, low hums of ecstasy emitting from her very soul against his lips. God, he almost felt sorry for her, being married to that dumb young punk who was no match for this luscious creature lying beneath him with her naked young cunt grinding furiously up against him for more! It must make him feel like a dumb sonofabitch to not be able to satisfy her...
In a burst of motion Sid slid his hands down her sides and beneath the smooth rounded spheres of her working buttocks, clutching them lecherously in his big hands and feeling them clench and unclench, the satiny flesh warm and resilient as it oozed out between his grasping fingers. With a grunt, he forced her thighs back further to flower the moist, clasping hole of her cunt.
Kathy rolled her head in ecstasy, the last twinges of pain long gone from her desire-filled body, her legs on either side of his cock quivering and twitching in wild spasms as her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth, while velvety noises of lust gurgled from deep down in her throat. Never in her sixteen years on this planet Earth had she known anything to equal this! From the sucking of her cunt and rectum, to this very moment with his virile cock plunging up into her belly, filling her like some warm thing that had crawled deep inside her to remain forever...and she learned that when she tensed her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and back, writhing her cunt up tight to him, that the pleasure was enough to make stars sprinkle before her eyes! That lying beneath a strange man-her rapist-and being fucked against her will could be pleasurable was too much responsibility for her super-ego to bear...and so, in defense, she shut out those thoughts.
With an insane, thundering force, Sid drilled into her with long strokes, drawing his blue-veined cock nearly out of the tight clasping hole, then back into her upraised genitals until his aching balls slapped hard against her puckered anus. His strategy of doing all the work well...allowing her to make the mental adjustment before getting down to the nitty-gritty of cocksucking, ass-fucking and a few other goodies Sid had stored in his ripe libido.
His fifty-two year old cock throbbed with the mounting pressure steaming within his hot sac, and his head spun with animalistic lust. He'd reached the point of cumming! With his teeth bared, he gaped down at his cock slipping smoothly in and out her moist cunt, concentrating on the feel of the raw, pink folds her pussy clinging to his furiously hammering shaft of the flesh.
With a bellowing grunt, he increased his fucking and deepened the thrust as she writhed insanely beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with wild frenzy, her legs jerking, her little toes curling under as she lurched her thighs wide and upward. Well, by God...it was well timed!
"Oh...oh God, oh God, oh God! Har-harder...HARDER!" she squealed in her frenzy to grind her buttocks higher to him, trying to rub her marbly clitoris against the wiry thatch of pubic hair matting his loins.
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden fringed slit gaping wider to receive the delicious rape of her genitals. Her tiny hands clutched at his broad back, her nails gouging a bloody path down to his flexing buttocks.
Ruthlessly, he pressed his hands behind her knees, yanking them back hard until they framed her head on either side. His captive didn't complain. Christ, even Myra can hardly take it this way...
"Ohhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhhhh...! " Kathy began a litany of chants, her lovely sixteen year old face screwing up into a wanton mask of passion. The little angel had transformed into a she-devil!
Sid grunted, thrusting hard and deep, hammering his wickedly throbbing cock far up into the tender sanctuary beyond her uterus, while Kathy shoved her quivering belly up hard to skewer herself frantically onto the stake of hard flesh her cunt was trying to suck the life from! She drew his thick and musky-tasting tongue hungrily into her mouth, swallowing the droplets of his saliva running down it in her wild ecstasy. Her voluptuous sixteen year-old body matching his battering plunges with her own pelvic smashing up-thrusts. Her firm breasts heaved and quivered below him...then, she convulsed in under him and her head began to flail like an epileptic in mid-seizure as a wild symptom of mind-shattering, body-exploding bliss!
"Oh...oh Yesss...Godddd! It's-it's going to happen! I'm going to cum! NOW!"
Sid's face went tight with lust as he slammed his ballooning cock deep into her quaking belly, feeling the hot, white semen amassing war-like within his pulsating balls as they beat a steady tattoo against the frantically grinding buttocks cheeks. He was ready too...God, was he ready! With harshly kneading hands he cupped the widespread cheeks of her ass hard up against his ramming pelvis, pounding his spewing cock all the way into her belly!
A high wail broke from Kathy's chest at the new sweet pain warming her insides as the head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to make putty of her insides. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting into her, sloshing around her dilated womb. The very pores of her cuntal walls opened to it, oozing out their own juices, spilling her womanly secretions into the already flooded hole of her young pussy!
It was maddeningly beautiful and damningly sinful! Nothing could describe the fulfilling sensation! Oh God, this is what it should always be like! Always!
Frantically, she reached beneath her crazily squirming buttocks with both hands and began to caress and milk at his huge balls pressed tightly into the naked crevice of her buttocks. Her legs jerked out straight, kicking and spasming helplessly in the air on either side of him...and the ballooning cock continued to spurt and squirt its thick hot jets of seed, overflowing her cunt and gushing back out her tightly locked vaginal lips at the base of his cock, until it spewed one final gush of the last dregs of his seething sperm, draining it.
The moment the star sprinkled ecstasy ceased, leaving the captive girl exhausted and sullied, consciousness turned off as if at the flick of a switch.
Sid Parker fell forward in a resounding slap of naked flesh against naked flesh. He felt his hot sperm mix with her still flowing orgasmic juices to dribble down the stem of his deflating cock. It wasn't until he lifted himself off of her naked body that he realized she had fainted. From the force of her orgasm? Easy enough, he thought, to carry her upstairs and deposit her in their bedroom.
Sid glanced down at the passive features of the golden-haired girl. Even after his lustful ravaging of her body and spirit, she appeared unsullied, untainted. Fleetingly, he wondered if his wife Myra had ever possessed a purity equal to this. He doubted it. Some women were born deflowered, and his Myra was one such female.
CHAPTER NINE
Anger and guilt were equalized partners inside Paul's conscience since his romp in the sack with Mrs. Parker. Now, as he sat slumped in the driver's seat nosing the silver limousine through the wrought iron gates that announced the Parker estate, he experienced a rumbling belly full of remorse at his spineless betrayal of his trusting wife. Worse-in chastising himself, he had obliquely punished Kathy by acting sullen and playing sick, and most unforgivable still, avoiding any physical contact that would temp' lovemaking. Damn, instead of asking him questions, she'd fussed devotedly over him, and until he could garner the courage to offer up a confession, he wouldn't feel right about demanding sex of her.
It hurt him to have to ignore her inviting caresses in bed. Kathy was such a helpless little kitten sometimes, so submissive and unquestioningly devoted. Christ, why had he dragged his beautiful sweetheart into this lurid mess?
He flicked his wrist to check his Timex. Six-thirty-three. Kathy usually finished cleaning up the kitchen around five thirty, leaving the cook to run the household; he would face the truth square-on. Kathy would understand...Kathy always understood.
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Kathy regained consciousness in a flood of horrifying thoughts...sick and ugly thoughts that involved Sid Parker, but she adamantly refused to attribute a thread of reality to them.
She must have caught a virus, perhaps the same one that weakened her husband yesterday. Yet to come to bed nude was totally uncharacteristic of her. Slivers of salacious visions of herself lying under the master of the mansion, completely naked and whimpering encouragements up into his face roiled in her fevered brain. God, she wouldn't have done that. . .
Yet, there existed a sensation of fulfillment in her womanly parts that she couldn't ever remembering having experienced before...The mental blocks of her memory rolled aside and Kathy bolted upright in bed to examine herself down there between her thighs. Her turned-up nose crinkled when she touched the sore, hair-lined lips between her legs, delicately exploring the swollen flesh and feeling the creamy moisture still trickling from her vagina.
Oh dear God! She actually had done that with Sid Parker! She tossed aside her sworn fidelity for a cheap, illicit orgy!
Like an old movie whose familiar dialogue sparks the memory bank of re-runs, the lurid details of the afternoon's debaucheries flooded her brain with scorching reality and she recalled, too, Sid Parker's offered proof that Paul had cheated on her. Those damned television screens . . !
Ragged shadows of dying sunlight moved like ghost's fingers over the blonde wood vanity. From the corner shadows Kathy's green eyes fell upon the blackened screen and instantly she flung herself to the foot of the bed, her lithe arms reaching out to flick the knob. She stared in confused abhorrence as the screen flickered to life and her wide green eyes locked in traumatic fascination as Mrs. Parker's totally naked body became the focal point of attention. Spread open lewdly on a bed, her exposed genitals and hips moved in an obscene dance, beckoning to a man whose back was turned to Kathy.
The camera's eye cut off at the neck, but Kathy could tell the man was ogling the naked woman before him...and then, she saw the raven-haired woman's lips move as her dark eyes seemed to glaze and the man began to yank at his clothes!
The man came fully into the picture and with choking, nauseating dismay, Kathy saw that it was her husband, Paul!
"Oh...no...nooo!" she moaned weakly, watching him shed every stitch, until at last he stood nakedly by the bed, his hardened penis thrusting out from his lean, muscular torso. Kathy groaned and covered her mouth with her hands as she watched Mrs. Parker take her husband's cock in her hand, then lick its head before sucking nearly half of it into her mouth.
A certain numbness of mind and body crept over Kathy as she stared at the wicked, heart-breaking scene before her eyes. Dear God, how could he do such a thing to her? Her brain repeated that question as she watched through scalding eyes her husband cradle himself between Myra Parker's thighs and take his penis in his hand and worm it deep into the beautiful older woman's receptive cunt.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" whimpered Kathy feeling as if she had been kicked in the stomach, groping at the same time for her bathrobe dangling on the bed post. She had to get out of here, away from these infernally wicked people! There was no sensation inside her body except for a dull, empty pain and in blind hysteria she tore open the door latch, ripping a finger-r-ail to the quick.
Let them rape her, let them kill her if they had toshe had to get out of there! In her speedy sprint down the stairs she became an aerodynamic streak of pink chenille and flying golden hair, little tortured wails of self-pity squealing from her chest.
Behind her, from somewhere on the first floor, the gruff tone of Sid Parker's barking orders rumbled in her ears, next to his wife's higher pitched but no less insistent demands.
"For Chrissakes, grab her, Sid!" snapped Myra, shooting a narrow-eyed glance at her husband.
"She's hysterical," said Sid blandly, picking up the evening newspaper again and resuming his comfortable slump in the leather recliner. "She won't get far."
"No! No! NOOOOOO!" Kathy's screaming filled the hallway, her cries echoing off the walls. Trembling fingers worked at the latch, she flung it open, a blast of hot air hitting her in the face. Her scream was louder, more shrill this time...
White fangs dripping with saliva sprang from no where to sink their hungry length into the tender young meat of her calf.
"Aaaiiieeeeeeeee!" She tore out of his grasp, his teeth snipping down on the hem of her bathrobe, lithe bodied target, ignoring the chain choking his throat. His teeth dripping with female blood were bared in a ferocious growl, his lips curled back and rippling. Then a high pitched whistle reached his cropped ears and the dog slumped to the ground, his man-eating growls tempering to frustrated whimpers.
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"Well, if it isn't little Goldy Locks!" A corner of Sam's thin lipped mouth curled approvingly at the sight of the lush body spread eagle in the hospital bed, each slender ankle and wrist bound tightly in buckled straps. Her right calf wore a bandage, and a cotton ball clung to the inside elbow of her right arm where the sedative's needle had poked into her vein half an hour earlier.
It was with ripe anticipation that Sam, the matron of Parker's Halfway House, paced about the sterile white room on the solitary wing of the ward, a room reserved for emergencies and if necessary, putting patients into sheets, a treatment to quell hysteria.
Strips of light angling through the window to play dark and bright stripes on the white sheet beneath her gave Kathy a startling hint of her depressingly unfamiliar surrounds. Her drugged, blurrily focusing eyes raked over the foot of the steel bodied bed to the tips of her toes. A throb ached in the back of one leg and issuing a soft moan, she moved her head to the side and flexed her knee to draw up the injured leg. When it refused to budge, she struggled to raise her head and investigate. Instantly her eyes settled on the thin strips of leather tethering each ankle and wrist.
What . . .Oh, God, NO! Her head sank defeated back on the pillow-less bed. The tranquilizer had smoothed the edges of her ragged panic, but the sense of urgency was rife within her, predominate as the moment she had foolishly dashed for freedom.
Well, she had done it now...separated herself from Paul. Elephantine tears, hot and salty, squirted down her flushed face, a swirl of golden hair clinging wetly to her cheek. Two years of living behind bars...Oh, Lord she'd go insane from claustrophobic fear!
And it was her fault...again. In all truth, she couldn't blame her husband for committing adultery with Myra Parker...not after her own performance with Myra's husband. Her husband like herself, had probably been coerced, and instead of waiting to discuss the matter with him in an intelligent, adult fashion, she had lost control, thinking only of herself and subsequently had worsened the situation. Being together was the only hope they had. Now they were prisoners in separate buildings.
Lord, she had never realized such debasement and cruelty and shame could exist. She had run because deep inside she knew she had wanted sex bad enough to succumb to Mr. Parker.
And Paul...what had they done to her dear Paul? Oh, God, she had to get out of here! The concentrated terror overcame the imprisoned girl and in a dulled, nightmarish stupor, she fell asleep, awakening hours later with a strange sense of urgency.
"About time you came around, Kathy," rasped a low voice.
Moaning, Kathy slowly turned her Read; squinting, she deciphered the massive bulk gf Sam's square-bodied figure from the corner shadows. It was dark outside and mercifully, the fugitive light emitted through the meshed glass door window could not illuminate the malefic expression on the matron's face.
Seething frustration from unsuccessful disciplinary measures with Trixie had rousted a sour temper. The girl had adamantly refused to succumb even after numerous whippings and now, after the last screaming episode in the padded room down the hall, the matron was beside herself. It would have been so easy for Trixie to submit to a few minutes of lesbian sex. Antagonism between Trixie and her matron ran dark and deep and it was with a twinge of jealousy that Sam had made her decision to sic the big-balled monster after the obstreperous girl.
Jets of air steamed from Sam's flaring nostrils now as still a bit jumpy, she camouflaged in her presence in the shadows, awaiting the blonde headed caretaker's awakening. The palms of her hands, still hot and swollen from the episode in the padded room, squeezed up and down the length of the bullwhip, clutching around it to leave damp fingerprints. Her ears prickled at the first sound of conscious moaning and, slowly, her uniformed hulk emerged from the corner to stand in a thread of light next to the bed.
"Kathy...? "
"Hmmmmmm...." The girl struggled to talk, but the words clogged her throat. One, then the other green eye opened languorously to settle on the uniformed matron beside her.
Sam's jaws meshed together meaningfully, her dark, flinty eyes roving from the tips of blonde curls flailed over creamy shoulders down over the mounds of her breasts poking up from under the sheet recklessly tossed over her prisoner's naked body. Sam's fingers grabbed a corner and tore it off, all subtlety of intention lost as she sucked in her breath sharply and ran her smoldering eyes down over the naked strawberry tipped breasts to the tiny waist where flaring hips gave way to smoothly tapering thighs stretching into delicate ankles.
Sam licked her lips, then lifted her arm to wipe her mouth, tasting the salt of her own perspiration. More beads of sweat were drying on her forehead. It had been a heated session in there with Trixie. Down the hall she could hear still the gurgled moans of a girl in pain.
"Please...water.. . "
A smugly controlled smirk creased Sam's thin lips. "You'll get water, honey...but first you gotta learn it pays to be nice to Sammie."
The large boned woman straightened, a decisive expression setting on her face and she stretched out one square hand to touch the silken flesh of Kathy's naked arm. A shiver of anticipation whetted by the frustrated episode with Trixie trickled from the base of her skull and down the nerve center of her back to prickle at her loins, dampening the split crotch of her panties. Breath snorted heatedly from her nostrils as that same hand ran warmly up Kathy's forearm and over her shoulder, coming to rest at the firm up-thrust mound of her right breast, the strong fingers tweaking tauntingly at the nipples, already hardened diamond chips.
Tt pays to be nice to Sam.. . "
Hands are on my body...squeezing me there...ouch, it hurts...running over my stomach...heading down...down to touch my. . .
"NOOOOOOOO!" The walls absorbed the cry.
"Calm down, Kathy...Mrs. Parker says you've been a bad girl running away like that...Sam can get you out of here," the older woman rasped in a voice thick with lust. "You cooperate with me and I'll set you free!"
Without setting the whip aside Sam's fingers went to work on the buttons of her official navy blue uniform worn according to regulation. She slipped off the tightly fitting blazer and out of the A-line skirt, then kicked them aside with a booted toe and all the while her hand never lost its caressing, squeezing contact with Kathy's shivering flesh.
"God, you're a gorgeous hunk of girl flesh!" rasped Sam standing now in a low cupped brassiere below which a roll of stomach bulged above the deeply cutting hip hugging waist of her black panties; below where the taut strings of her garters stretching to hold up her stockings. Sam ran one hand through the short bristle of her butch hair cut.
""Oh, please...don't hurt me...PAUL!"
Both hands fell upon her now, running feather light down her flat tummy to rummage in the blonde fleece of her pussy curls, one thumb stopping to give a polishing rub ot her clitoris, still swollen from the earlier excesses with Sid Parker. Then down between her inner thighs the fugitive fingers stroked while the sex crazed woman slunk around to the side of the bed, lowering her head ominously and blowing hot blasts of air to ripple over the sparse pubic curls and send another gush of blood to swell the bud of her captive's clitoris.
Kathy stiffened, her tied down body electrified with unwanted sensations that raced up one slender leg to taunt the center of her womanhood and up to the breasts before circuiting down to encourage her cuntal lips to trap blood there.
The lips, educated and warm, planted themselves on the creamy split of her cunt and fastened there parasitically, greedily sucking up the juices.
"No...Oh, God, NOOOOO!" Kathy squirmed, fighting against her bonds, but the rising spirit within her only served to stoke her tormentor's passion, and then Kathy felt the mattress sag as the matron pounced upon it, stationing herself between Kathy's svelte thighs.
"You like that, baby girl? You like Sammie's tongue nibbling at your clit, huh?"
Helplessness, like a disease, weakened Kathy's fear tightened body and she ceased her struggling, lying numbly, fighting to blot out the sensations coiling throughout her traitorous body.
"You wanna taste me now, honey?" The hands were fluttering between her legs once more as the big woman rolled aside, digging into the playground between Kathy's goose-bumped thighs and teasing at the swollen lipped slit. Deftly, she reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere, letting the white mammary flesh ooze out, its half dollar sized nipples spiking to hardness instantly. Then her back muscles stretched as she reached over the side of the bed and picked up her bullwhip. "You want Sammie to sit on your face, baby, and cum all over that baby face, huh?"
Oh...no...oh dear God in Heaven...make her atop! A strangled cry escaped Kathy's lips and suddenly a square of light stealing through the door window was cut off by the massive frame of the nearly-naked woman straddling up along Kathy's slender rib cage, rocking the bed as she kneed her way forward.
Kathy could smell the heat of the woman's excited loins, feel mysteriously, too, the brush of her pubic hair against her chin as Sam closed in on her. Then, her face tight with passion, Sam reached down to spread further the lace of her crotchless panties where flourished a wealth of wiry black pubic hair, and implanted the ragged lips of her cunt against Kathy's fear-gaping mouth.
"Suck it, honey, you be good to Sam and Sam'll be good to you, baby.. .just suck it. Use your mouth...." Her words sounded soft and cajoling but her actions spoke a different language.
Kathy's torso jolted from the feel of something blunt and inhumanly big probing against her naked vagina and squirming her head, desperately fighting to dislodge the suffocating weight of the woman's crotch glued to her mouth, she felt the instrument slip through the folds of her cunt, lubricated by Sid Parker's sperm, and plunged into the heart of her womb.
"like that, baby?" cooed Sam, hammering the bullwhip handle into her prisoner's vagina with a force that sent Kathy's head banging against the wall behind her.
"Mmmmmm...nnnggghh...." Blond curls whipped furiously about her contorted face as Kathy flailed her head from side to side in attempt to escape the piquant taste of the woman's secretions dribbling honey-thick from her vaginal hole.
"You're going to suck me every day for two years, Kathy...you'll like that, won't you?"
God, the pain was worse than Sid Parker's raping penis; it felt as if a tree trunk had been stuffed up her tender womb! Choking on Sam's thick juices, Kathy's ovaled mouth opened in a muffled cry and with the next vicious jab into her pussy, her jaws snapped shut, her teeth biting into her tormentor's ragged cuntal lips, drawing blood.
"Ahhhhh! YOU BITCH! YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR THAT, YOU STUPID CUNT!"
CHAPTER TEN
Some hello that was, after a long day of indentured servitude to Myra Parker, alternately playing chauffeur and gigolo...walking dog-tired and knock-kneed into the bedroom to find Kathy gone and the television set flicking home-made movies of his blackest secrets, to the background music of Myra's lusty cries echoing emptily in the boudoir.
He had been vacuuming out the limousine when Kathy made her hysterical break and ended up dog meat. With sickening recollection he vividly recalled seeing Sid Parker's hulkish frame carrying his lithe bodied darling across the grounds to the Halfway House for emergency care. That was yesterday and still no word on her condition.
Now, sitting in the kitchen on a stool facing the counter elbow to elbow with Louie, the Parker's chef, cracking crabs, Paul felt the pangs of nausea gassing in his stomach. He belched, feeling Louie's eyes burning on the back of his neck disapprovingly, as the yellow mass of offal slipped through the cracked pink shell and through his fingers into the bowl of crab meat.
She was the cause of his upset stomach...that, that she-wolf with her leather underwear and fur rugs and musk perfume, demanding sex of him like he was a fuck machine. Drop a quarter in and watch him hump! Well, he'd had about enough of this crap, he stormed silently. Furthermore, his name was not Edward and he was getting tired of ignoring her slip of the tongue. She was nuts, weird, perverted...sick! Gone were the subtleties of filmy lingerie. Just this afternoon she had ordered him to tie her up and take his belt to her. A woman had to be nuts to want that kind of treatment!
The Parker's would pay for the pain and separation they had caused these country hicks, Paul vowed to himself, jamming down on the crab cracking instrument with a force that smashed the leg to shattered bits, flying over the kitchen counter.
Somehow...someway...someday...and soon that would be Sid Parker's head splattering his brains!
* * *
Myra Parker ambled about the luxurious dressing room naked, Saul's stumpy, bowed legs scissoring clumsily to keep up behind her, his flat nose sniffing at the perfumed crevice of her buttocks. This afternoon's visit to the padded room of the Halfway House was ripe within his moronic consciousness, and his bloated penis still ached from stuffing it into the fearfully cringing Negro girl's anus while the matron stood by cheering him on.
Sid frowned owlishly. "Get that monster out of here! It makes my stomach upset looking at him." He drew in a deep breath. "Christ, he's slobbering all over the furniture!"
Myra obligingly locked her 'pet' into the bathroom and carrying a Bloody Mary in her hand, wore an alluring smile. Dropping onto the fur-upholstered bench of her vanity, she turned to cast a sidelong glance at her husband. "You haven't mentioned anything about Goldy Locks, dear. You must have been terrible to the girl to cause her such panic."
Sid chuckled. "It was seeing you and her pansy-assed husband in the sack together that freaked her out."
Myra tutted, plucking a lipstick brush from her cosmetic tray. "That pansy-assed husband," she corrected, feeling her cunt tickle from the lingering feel of his hot penis stuffing her belly," is one hundred percent man, and don't you forget it! One of these days," she said in a low aside, "the boy will admit he needs me."
"Huh?" Sid turned from the tie rack where he'd been sifting through his collection.
"Nothing, darling,". She leaned closer to the mirror to draw a dark red line about her succulent lips. By the time I'm finished with Edward he'll need me so badly he won't know fww to handle a timid little nothing like his wife.. .
"Have you heard from Sam? How many girls is she sending over?" Sid advanced toward his wife, knotting his tie as he walked.
"Candy for one and the black-haired girl...Dottie I think her name is."
"Don't forget Judge Henderson has a thing for blondes, honey. See if you can scare up a third." Sid paused, straightening, taking a long glance at his beautiful wife's reflection in the mirror, appreciating her ivory nakedness, her firm, ruby tipped breasts. He felt his heavy member lurch between his legs at the provocative sight. "You'll take care of that, won't you, darling?"
The minute Sid left the bedroom, his raven-haired wife pushed the intercom on the wall telephone and paged Sam at the Halfway House:
"Send over our little Kathy, Sam, darling...I'd like to have her help me dress for the party tonight."
* * *
Except for a slight limp, Kathy's leg had mended marvelously, though her spirits had sunk well below the horizon of her normally sunny disposition, and so it was with a sense of foreboding that she lifted her head to see the ominous frame of Sam's mannish figure clogging the doorway to her room.
"Get dressed, kid...they want you in the mansion."
"Want...me...in...the Mansion?"
"That's right." She advanced solidly, bracing one hand against the girl's chest and spilling her over onto her back, supine. From the looped belt hanging about her bulging waist she pulled a hypodermic syringe which she held up before the prisoner's fear slackened face and then jabbed into her flopped down arm. The pin prick lasted only a second and then Sam pulled it painlessly free. "That's to keep you from pulling another stupid move," she warned, turning to move toward the door, then pausing meaningfully, she added: "I wouldn't try any fast stuff like you did on me last night...or you'll end up dog meat this time for sure." With an evil chuckle, the matron slammed the door behind her, its echoing thud reverberating down the hallway into infinity.
She had been bathed and dressed, her shimmering golden locks brushed to a shine. Alone in her room now, waiting her chaperone, Kathy pressed her hand to her forehead. For the past half hour she had been experiencing a mounting of giddy sensations...an almost euphoric sense of floating. When the matron came to usher her to the house she had barely felt the solid cobblestones beneath her feet; her moroseness had given away to a lightheaded ambivalence wherein there was no pain, no memory and best of all...no fear.
Sam took her through the back yard, under the trellised wisteria and past the meshed snow fence behind which Saul, pouting benignly from having been turned out of his mistress' luxurious quarters whined pitifully. A little shiver traveled up Kathy's spine; somewhere in her drugged consciousness she recalled the monster face lurid in detail on the television screen.
Now, the long shimmering golden hair falling down the girl's back highlighted whitely in the moon's glow made the dwarfs groin ache with animalish longing and he clawed at the fence, wrapping his stubby fingers through the mesh and clinging to the wire-wall like a spider traversing the ceiling.
A knuckle in Kathy's back prodded her along and dumbly she entered the kitchen. The world had diluted to a water color wash of dripping forms and faces, but the scraggly mouse-colored hair and rugged face of one man stood out from the rest. In her drugged daze, Kathy merely stared at him, her wide green eyes filling with soft compassion, her mind ever conscious of the need to be held and protected.
"Kathy...my God, Kathy...what have they...? "
Paul threw down the knife he'd been using to make the radish roses to garnish the food trays, his face paling in agony, sharing silently the inner-agony she felt.
"Shuddup, kid and get out of the way. This one's property of Mrs. Parker tonight!" Sam stepped in his way, aborting his efforts to grab his wife in his arms.
"Oh, no, you don't! You're not feeding my wife to that...that lionness!"
Paul felt a pressure on his arm, then against his will he was swung around and a flying fist punched into his jaw. When he came to it was to stare at an errant carrot peel on the Parker's kitchen floor, a puddle of blood where his nose had been. Now and then a shadow of white passed over him as Louie, still humming to himself, set zealously about his work...adding parsley here, a carrot curl there...
Paul shook his head, trying to clear his muddied senses. He had to get Kathy out of Myra Parker's clasp before she made mince meat of her!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
While the guests' limousines arrived one by one outside the white columned antebellum mansion, the honored Judge Henderson amongst them, Myra Parker slipped into a brassiere and garter belt.
Her nostrils flared excitedly as the warm doeskin leather still softened from the exertion of the afternoon's lovemaking with her darling young chauffeur, clung tenaciously to the firm mounds of her naked breasts. Next she buckled the leather garter belt with its silver spikes into place, a feeling of tremendous, powerful dominance suffusing her senses.
Filmy things, negligees and lace, were perfect for seduction, for sweet-talking, for gentle lovemaking...imparting an Aphrodite, apparitional affect. But none of those subtleties were on her program tonight. The rich, heady animal scent of the leather pliant from this afternoon's wear during lovemaking with sweet young Edward made her nostrils flare with lust.
Tonight she would possess, no...dominate the blonde headed bitch! Snitch her out from under Sid's nose and destroy her!
* * *
Kathy's chain of thoughts were scrambled as ascending the carpeted staircase, chaperoned by the heavily breathing matron, Sid Parker came bounding around the corner, an arrogant smile broadening on his handsome face.
"Well, look who's here," he said, his massiveness crowding in around her to dwarf her lithe frame. "I didn't realize you were coming to the party...."
Kathy sensed her own sharp intake of breath at his closeness, and with an agile movement she tried to ease around him, but he caught her by the upper arm and drew her back, his powerful arms circling her waist, his big hands immediately clasping the lush spheres of her buttocks possessively.
"Stop it!" she spat, struggling in her rage against him.
Sid chuckled lewdly, arching his eyebrows at Sam.
"What's the matter, doll, don't you like me anymore? Maybe you need a cock rammed up your tight pussy to loosen you up. Come on," he cajoled. "Give Sid a kiss like a nice girl. . . "
Kathy's vehement hatred for this evil creature who had already subjected her to horrors of unspeakable shame rose in the form of bitter tears. Instinctively, she flexed one knee and slammed it dead-center into the pouch of his testicles.
"Goddamn...ouch, you...little cunt! I'll sic that creature on you, you little shit!"
Not wanting to delay the deliverance of her precious cargo to Mrs. Parker door, hoping the mistress of the house would throw a spicy morsel of girl flesh her way, Sam quickly skirted the girl down the hall.
Her head, by the time she reached the Parker's bedroom door, reeled buoyantly from the victory of having inflicted a retributive bit of pain upon the wicked Sid Parker. She knew that somewhere downstairs Paul was seeking her out. Now, separated from his protective arms and her dependence upon him, Kathy had only her wit to carry her through.
Once inside the lavish bedroom, Kathy stopped short, a little gasp emitting from her when she saw the ravishing, statuesque creature sitting before her vanity wearing a black leather brassiere and matching garter belt with silver spikes sticking out like nails heads. Her raven hair was freshly brushed, loose and soft about her shoulders, her make up exaggerating her sloe eyed beauty...deep blood-red lipstick smeared over her vixen mouth with matching red on her toe nails and talons.
Slowly Myra turned her head to face the youthful beauty of her young lover's bride. "Well, come on, dear...don't just stand there." Then directing her gaze at Sam, whose smug grin faded at her mistress' orders: "You can go now, Sam. We won't be needing you now...."
"She's got a lot of fight in her," put in Sam hopefully. "Sure you wouldn't like me to stick around in case-" The firm set to Myra Parker's jaw spelled negative. Turning on her heel, Sam marched out, muttering expletives under her breath.
"Come over by me, darling," said Myra throatily, wild little sensations of expectancy beginning to tingle through her loins and belly at her inspired intentions. So Edward loved the softness of this woman...there would be no softness left when she finished with the bitch! Just howling, ribboned flesh! She turned on the fur-covered bench, facing the reluctant girl, noting the effects of the opiate she had been given, and perceiving the teenager's fixed point of view on her nearly naked loins. Slowly, she stood up, her lecherous smile broadening slightly. "Why are you being shy, darling...? " she hissed. "Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before?"
"I...I...yes...of course, but...I wasn't expecting...." stammered Kathy, still astonished at the wicked looking attire dressing the goddess-like beauty of Myra Parker. The furry vee foresting her pouting pussy mound stood out blush-like around the leather strip hugging her hips, below which her the shiny leather strips held up her dark stockings. The total image was one of an evil, pornographic Halloween witch...so wicked, yet so enticingly beautiful that Kathy was left speechless.
A sensation of delight rippled through Myra at the younger girl's fixed stare, and she moved closer to the girl, placing her hands on Kathy's upper arms. Td love to see how you look without that smock on...take it off, darling...for Myra?" Her long talons plucked an obdurate curl matted to Kathy's damp forehead and tucked the wave behind the girl's shell-like ear.
Whether it was the delicate, warm touch of the vision's hands, the alluring fragrance of her musky curvaceousness, or the suggestiveness of her sibilant question, Kathy wasn't certain in her drug-confused mind that could perceive nothing but the immediate, the tactile. Her thoughts flitted from their brooding perch to settle in tiny whispering titillations bursting inside her. The closeness of Myra Parker seemed to envelope her and she sensed the slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to flutter within her mind and body. She felt as if mesmerized in a state of delicious intoxication as the exquisite face moved closer to hers and its mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, moistly, hotly...and with urgency.
Kathy's own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed her lips being pressed apart by the sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as the statuesque body came hard against her own, its naked stomach beginning an intimate undulation.
"Come now," insisted the voice. "Let's slip off that frock." Instantly the hands were at the hem, lifting it over Kathy's head to be tossed in a heap on the floor. She stood breathlessly in her bikini panties, her mind a riot of confused sensations too jumbled to separate from the electrifying input commanding her.
"You're lovely, darling," cooed Myra in a throaty voice that hissed hotly into the girl's ear. "Come lay down on the bed with me, baby. Let me make you happy.. . . "
"I. . .I. . . "Kathy gasped, slipping even further into the cloud of her dream world.
Myra kissed her again and Kathy subconsciously met her tongue with her own as she felt the gentle hands caressing her breasts and moving over her body eagerly, finally stroking her buttocks and drawing her tightly against the naked, satiny loveliness. Then she was being walked backwards toward the bed and when the backs of her knees bumped against the mattress, she spilled over onto it, Myra's helpful hands assisting her to a comfortable supine position.
"Would you like to see my titties, darling?" Resting her knees, one on either side of Kathy's trapped together calves, Myra reared back and unhooked the clasp of her leather top, letting the fullness of her impossibly firm breasts spill out like a cornucopia of ripe fruit. The strawberry nipples hardened before the girl's unblinking eyes. And then with her top half naked, Myra collapsed back down on the bed astride her young lover, massaging her ivory nakedness against her captive's supple body...their nipples touching, their breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic curls between their legs.
Kathy whimpered out a protest. Something was jabbing her painfully in the stomach and in her wordless gesture, Myra understood.
"Oh, that wicked belt! Maybe I should take it off, darling...? " Again, rising up on her knees, she unbuckled the garter belt as one would a belt and laid it on the bed for future use. Once she had the girl going, she would use the belt with full force...
A sensation of repugnance flittered through Kathy, yet she couldn't seem to respond to it. Something horribly fascinating, strangely forbidden and terribly confusing was happening to her! And then Myra's soft nakedness was cuddling up to her again, possessing her.
Kathy gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her and through her struggling, dazed mind, as the woman's lecherously moving hands caressed her buttocks, spreading them open to tenderly slip between and stroke her tight little anus lewdly. Again Kathy trembled, feeling Myra smooth her hands slitheringly down her rounded hips to her tingling, full thighs as she crouched between the girl's knees before her and began kissing the sensitive warm flesh of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely curled lips of her tingling pussy! Drawing the pulsating bud of her captive's clitoris into her moistly working mouth for a moment, she opened her oral cavern wider to encompass the whole of Kathy's cunt, drawing the ragged pussy lips, chewing on the swollen flanges with her compressed lips. Slowly she worked her way up the girl's body until they were laying flat together, their nipples rubbing together, their pubic curls entwining, while Myra's tongue slithered into the girl's mouth.
Surreptitiously Myra felt under the bed for the leather manacles, and finding the pair, drew the girl's slender arms up and over her head and lassoed the strap around Kathy's wrist.
The pressure of the bond gnawing at the chafed flesh where yesterday Sam had held her pinned down to the hospital bed sparked a chain of horrors. She emerged out of her drugged haze, realizing like a bolt of lightning what was happening to her and who the evil vision feasting on her flesh was! Kathy gasped out in shame, twisting free of the woman's obscene grasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" Myra shot up at the scrambling blonde girl, her eyes suddenly blazing with denied rage. "Come here, you little bitch!" Her red painted talons grabbed the silver studded garter belt and dashing toward her victim struggling plaintively with the door latch, let the belt sing in the air before gouging into Kathy's soft skinned back. A wail of pain bubbled from her lips as the studs blunt tips left red imprints.
But the pain and screaming behind her didn't halt her efforts. For one brief and horrible moment reality had penetrated her drugged mind and now as she felt the second slap of pain, she jerked open the door and raced in naked panic down the hall toward the stairway...and thank God, oh yes, thank God, just in time!
"Oh...oh my God...Judge Henderson...you came to help me!" Kathy cried out, clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of Sid Parker's presence...in fact, incapable of remembering why she was on the run...and she stared hopefully up into Henderson's benign face blankly.
Judge Henderson let out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise as the naked girl with the flowing honey hair and jouncing breasts came running down the stairs and threw herself in his arms.
Grumbling pains still gnawed at Sid's groin and he glared wickedly at Kathy's youthfully naked beauty, vengeful retribution seething in his blood. "Looks like Myra's had a go at her," he said leeringly."...must be the little bitch got out of Myra's grasp which I'm sure chapped her ass raw."
Again Judge Henderson chuckled as Kathy clung to him with her arms wrapped around the neck, and he began to run his big hands over the smoothness of her trembling, naked buttocks. "Sure I've come to help you, little girl," he offered. "God, what a luscious ripe ass...! "
"She's so full of downers she's goin' the other direction," chuckled Sid, watching covetously his friend's hands work on the firm flesh of Kathy's buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep her all for himself...but now she was going to be taught a lesson. No bitch kicked him in the nuts and walked away whistling!
"Is everybody else upstairs now, Sid?" asked the judge, giving Kathy's buttocks an appreciative squeeze.
The monthly party was given in Judge Henderson's honor, since he had made it possible for the Parker's to lawfully administer the Halfway House. He was the keeper of the records, the ultimate voice in matters, and during this once-a-month Thanksgiving feast of lush, teenage girl flesh the honor of drawing up the guest list was entirely his. The majority of the lavishly wined and dined attendees were common faces on election posters, some of whom brought their wives.
"Come on, let's take the doll upstairs to the rumpus room to join the party," he said, grasping one of Kathy's arms while the judge held to the other and they forced her up the stairs.
In her drugged mental state it was impossible for Kathy to comprehend the meaning of this; yet, brief instants of truth pierced the fog...until she came to realize that she had been drugged...and worse, that Judge Henderson was not her gavel banging Savior!
What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to keep her wits about her, despite the powerful effects of the numbing dosage they had given her, aware as they escorted her that Sid Parker's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust into her moist and dilated vagina, the brazenness of it causing luridly weird sensations to race through her belly with every step she took. Beside her the Judge was clutching and squeezing one breast, twisting and pinching the nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.
"Oh...ohhhhhhhh...." she whimpered out as Sid began to swirl his thick finger inside the frothy passage, hearing both men laugh...then, they were stopping before the big oaken doors and Sid was slipping in a key...
Kathy was hardly prepared for what she saw behind that massive door. The smoky haze rising steam-like from the maze of naked bodies engaged in every form of coupling and sexual act only faintly registered in her mind as she was forced, stumbling to the center of the room and forced down on a fur rug, the grunts and moans of sexual laughter deaving in her ears, distant, as if from another world.
Had she been able to analyze her situation, she might have bolted with fear, but her torpid brain had regressed under the effects of the opium-based sedative to where she responded solely to instincts, and now she realized the stimulation between her legs had ceased. She started to sob...and then she recognized a face out of that sea of humanity...a male face. It...it was Paul and he was lying on his back completely stripped, stretched out on a sofa, a fat woman squatting up over his...his hardened thing that she was taking up into her vagina...and another, trimmer female standing beside them as if waiting for her turn. He looked happy in a restless sort of way and that pleased Kathy.
Other faces came into focus...most of them young girls. Pretty Dottie...and the redhead called Candy sitting in a chair with an officious looking man on his knees between her widespread thighs, obviously licking her pussy...and Dottie with a fat man puffing away as he slaved to plunder his penis into her vagina, the expression on both of their faces telling her that they were enjoying what she had been denied...!
"Can I have first choice, Sid?" Kathy heard Judge Henderson question and looked up at the two men. Both were now naked, their cocks jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible from where she sat on the floor below them...and she couldn't resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest hairy sac, her instinctive desire ripened by the constant taunting of her sexual parts. Though the lesbian incidents were gone from her memory, her body remembered well the need that had been aroused in it.
Judge Henderson sucked in his breath when her fingers tenderly touched his bloated balls, enticing him to grab hold of his thick cock to stroke it. Sid noted the unexpected gesture, too, a jealous surge of lust charging through him. The little bitch! "Go ahead, Judge...I'll take what's left."
"I'm going for the ass," chortled the Judge.
Their words all sounded like jumbled gobbledygook to Kathy who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger through the blonde curls and separate her moist cuntal lips, while she continued to finger the obscene hairy balls dangling before her nose. God, she could never remember feeling this way...if only she could think straight!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Paul cringed at the fat, wildly excited woman squatting over him, slapping her buttery buttocks against his thighs with each lunge on his aching cock, her massive breasts hanging and swaying as she struggled toward her climax. Was she the third or fourth Weight Watchers candidate who'd crawled lustfully on top of him...though none of them had brought him close to cumming! He glanced up to see another waiting her turn, fingering herself as she watched...but she was more slender, somewhere in her fifties. Hopefully she had a cunt tight enough to get him off!
God Almighty, what had they drugged him with, anyway? Above his right eye he could feel the sticky tenacity of the bandage where the dog-faced bull dyke had socked him in the eye, aborting his attempts to rescue Kathy from the devil herself...Myra Parker!
He was numbed, right to the toes, but he could still half-way think straight, and there was no question but what they had been cleverly imprisoned with a horde of nymphos and satyrs who would stop at nothing to satisfy their lust! Goddamn, Judge Henderson was right in the middle of it all!
The huge woman worked over him obscenely, her fried-egg breasts making him close his eyes to shut off the nauseating sight of her. He strained upwards in hope of cumming...and that's when he saw his Kathy in the middle of the floor on all fours, Judge Henderson kneeing his way up behind her buttocks, his long thick cock in his hand!
"Down...flat on your belly, little girl," growled Henderson to Kathy who finally responded, opening her scissored legs to him.
He slid his hand along the satiny thigh to the pink slit of her young cunt, tracing the hair-fringed separation with a forefinger upward between the cheeks of her firm buttocks. He felt the desire swell hotly in his loins as he contemplated his actions.
Kathy swallowed against the dryness of her throat. Her slavish position, and vaguely knowing that she must comply to their whims strangely titillating her, causing her drugged brain to whirl dervishly with sensual passion. She had no idea what he was going to do to her...or make her do to him...she was only aware of her lack of control over the sensation ricocheting around her belly. She sensed him hovering over her and she squirmed beneath him to the excitement of his exploring hands, his teasing fingers that sent little tongues of flame along her loins.
She lay her satin cheek against the soft fur rug and groaned between her pearly, clenched teeth. Oh God...his hands...his hands...! Her rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a sudden urgency rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.
Why was he taunting her? Why didn't he fuck her? She couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her...! "Ouuchhh!" she hissed as she felt his thick finger slide up inside her vagina and she squirmed down onto it.
Judge Henderson gloated from that knowledge that this young thing had no idea what he intended to do to her...nor had she the mental ability or physical power to resist. She was his he thought sadistically!
Kathy, her bottom churning beneath his hands while others had gathered in a circle around them to watch, made no effort to fight against the lewd urges racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body. Oh, why didn't he fuck her? Instead, his thick middle finger rammed into her vagina and she froze momentarily, catching her breath when the sensations sent her skyrocketing through space!
She pleaded back at him. "Oh, please do it to me!" she whimpered, trying to twist her neck so that she could watch his hands work maddeningly back there between her widespread legs.
"Do what, baby?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her glassy eyes fastened to his throbbing, thick cock.
"Ohhhh...fuck me!" she moaned, the words tumbling lewdly from her angelic mouth. "Please...please fuck me now...? "
Henderson began to laugh as he looked up at the salaciously twisted face of Sid Parker who stood caressing his own burgeoning penis.
"Well, get at it," Sid snapped sourly, "before I grab first choice."
Henderson, sensing the irritation in Parker's tone, stared down at the helplessly trembling back, a thin line of sweat forming on his upper lip. "Lift up your ass, baby!" he bellowed.
Kathy realized the order and reacted without hesitation, arching her buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to guide her to her knees, manipulating her to his own satisfaction, until she was entirely raised before him, high and obscenely spread open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished in her drugged mind that he would hurry up and take her.
With slow deliberation, the judge moved judiciously in behind her, spreading her thighs wider with his knees, his thick, pulsating cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so lusciously displayed to him between the full spheres of her voluptuous young ass. Abruptly, he inched backwards once more, then leaned forward, probing his saliva dampened tongue upward from the edges of her cunt lips, along the crevice of her puckered rectum where he tried to penetrate with his tongue tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he settled for lubricating it.
He reared up, sliding in close, taunting her cunt with the violently pulsating head of his cock. Her loud audible whimpers filling the toom from the tip snaking between her wide splayed cunt lips and the teasing of her clitoris before their nakedly watching audience.
With mewling whimpers, Kathy began to undulate her buttocks back at him, her moist, quivering cunt searching desperately for the pleasure of his cock, but Henderson raised the heavy shaft until its dribbling eye leveled with her hairless, puckered little anus that glistened beneath the thin, film of moisture coating her genital area in a lusty glaze. He might have better prepared it with his finger, stretching it, but the Judge had his own means of carrying out a sentence...especially to lying little diamond thieves!
He doubted Kathy realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try, and then she must have sensed the bluntness prodding and working against her tightly clenched anus. She would protest that he was too big...they all did at first. He grinned sadistically as he wormed the tip of it into the snugly resisting little mouth. He could feel his foreskin being stretched back against his cockshaft painfully, and he gave a quick hip thrusting stab until it worked its way into her desperately cringing rectum, until he had popped inside beyond the elastic barrier of the now futilely clutching ring of her sphincter muscle.
It was a full ten seconds of shattering, unexpected pain before Kathy realized that his thick, long cock was grinding its way up into her tiny naked anal hole brutally...whipping her breath away until she choked on the scream that raised in her throat...her brain reeling in sudden panic...and then, abruptly, it felt as if a tree trunk was trying to burst into her body through her virginal back passage! She struggled to pull away, but he held vise-like to her hips, while the agonizing penetration became a red mist of pain before her fluttering eyelids.
"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH! NOOOOOO...STOP...STOP! IT HURTS...BAD!"
Judge Henderson leered excitedly. Of course it hurt, the stupid little cunt! It was supposed to hurt! He held her in a bear hug, ramming and thrusting delightedly!
"Oh God, please...please...I beg you...stop, please! It's too big! You're killing me!" the nakedly kneeling young wife screamed back at him through gnashing teeth, while her audience looked on in excited fascination at the sadistically obscene spectacle of his long, heavy cock worming its way deeper and deeper into her salaciously stretched back passage, carnally intoxicated by his imprisonment of the diamond thief...his thighs thrusting hers forward, his clenching pudgy hands slipping her lushly spread young buttocks onto his viciously impaling cock!
Oh God...it's paralyzing me! I can't move! I can't think . . .Oh God.. .
"Shove back, bitch!" the judge spat down mercilessly at her nakedly bending back. "Do it! Shove your ass back before I take a belt to you!"
In her agony, Kathy was incapable of thinking, but somehow she knew that to disobey would only mean further torture. Every way was pain, pain, pain! Yet, she did it...she pushed back, subconsciously trying to open her asshole that final inch out of abject fear. Again the crucifying image of the tree trunk thrusting into her tiny anal hole stretching her buttocks wider and wider apart until she knew it would split her open...but then...feeling a buttock flattening pressure back there, she knew it was done...his cruel, thick and brutal cock tunneled completely up into her wide stretched bowels, solid and extremely painful...but finally better for there was no more of it to take...
"Ohhh...ohhh," she gasped, not daring to move for fear the excruciating torment would tear her wide open like a slaughtered pig. S-O-D-O-M-Y! The word sizzled in her brain in fiery red letters. Again she gasped, but this time for breath as the Judge remained immobile, giving his prisoner's anus time to become adjusted to this perverted burden...this rigid ever-growing length of bloated flesh that packed her full! And this was the man she had trusted a short time ago!
Then all thought was whipped away as she heard him croon with delight, gasping as he began to fuck rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft, rubbery walls of her rectum.
Judge Henderson groaned lustfully from the buttery sensation of her soft flesh pressing tightly around his penis. He slid his hand down underneath and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit. He could feel the moisture from the smooth lips seeping out to cover the pubic fleece brushing teasingly against his semen filled balls as they swung loosely down between her legs. His beady eyes locked on his hardened cock disappearing between the tight mouth between the quivering young mounds of her buttocks. He grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching with sadistic glee the tender pink flesh pulling out with it and then disappearing back inside with his inward jerking thrust. His breathing stretched into long rasps, incited by the carnal sight, until once again he began plundering into her private depths in a slow tempoed cadence...in and out, in and out, deep up into the hot clasping channel of her virgin-stretched rectum!
Kathy dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lips until she drew blood, and was dazedly surprised when the pain began to subside into a dull throb, a certain thread of arousal seeming to weave its way back through her tormented young body...although it was still a weird combination of pain and pleasure. She felt damp between her buttocks and horribly degraded, aware now of the ring of lewdly contorted face and naked bodies circling them...and someplace amongst them was her own husband...her own darling Paul...oh God, how he must loathe her now!
Oh...if only she could think straight, but each time she tried to concentrate her thoughts were shattered by a skin-splitting thrust that jolted her forward...until abruptly she realized that her body was voluntarily shoving back against every ramming plunge...thrusting and grinding back onto his fiery cock meting out the punishment of her custody...aware of a new masochistic pleasure that was rapidly growing within her! The pain had become almost insanely erotic, and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward charge of his rearing loins...undulating her hips and moving her buttocks in tiny circles!
Unfathomable excitement surged through her, until she found herself wanting his huge organ buried deeper and harder up her voluntarily accepting asshole, and she reached back between her glazed thighs to scratch gently at his swinging balls, turning her face to one side so he could see the effect his sodomizing cock was having on her now!
* * *
Paul's lust-fired, drugged mind had pulverized into a foggy cloud. Christ, he knew he would lose his mind before the night was over! No man could endure an endless stream of middle-aged nymphomaniacs fighting with one another over the possession of this throbbing, painful cock. One had been kind enough to suck him off while Dottie from the House sucked her cunt...and another had taken his undeflatable hard penis up into her ass, working fiendishly while she fingered herself and fucked him to completion...but still they came and still his young penis continued to satisfy them all!
But he was willing to suffer through it, if only they would let his Kathy out of here! His thinking capacity was strangely distorted, but it was lucid enough to know that every man in the room would demand his turn in filling the wildly squealing blonde girl's rectum with his own boiling seed. And she would be helpless against them. God, it made his groin ache just to get a glimpse of her tortured girlish features through the circus of flabby arms and legs scissoring about him!
He had nearly lost his life trying to get off the couch to help her, but in his stupefied condition he was no match for the group of heavy-weight female wrestlers who had pinned him down, laughing gleefully like a swarm of overweight harpies as they pawed his genitals and squatted over him to be fucked and sucked!
He knew she had to be in agony with the heavy weight champion of ass fucking slamming his load into her delicate anus. He painfully craned his neck around the hairy genitals of a harpy trying to smash his face into her cunt, and saw the rapture on his wife's face!...going wild as she was there on the rug within the circle of spectators...some who had dropped down onto the floor to participate in their own obscene acts while they watched his teenaged wife's performance. She'd been drugged, too...had to have been for her to open up like that! That couldn't be his own sweet, moralistic darling groveling on the floor!
Damn, he knew it was all over for them if he didn't figure out a way to get Kathy out of there! They would maul her to bits, tear her rectum apart in anal rape if he didn't get his act together and quick! And he'd have to hurry...Sid Parker was dropping down in front of
Kathy and holding his filthy cock in his hand...!
Kneeling above and behind Kathy, Judge Henderson reveled in the sweet, ticklish pressure on his prick that at first had been unbearable, and later downright delicious as the blonde-haired bitch learned to relax her anal muscles, making it better and easier for both of them. Looking up he saw Sid Parker kneeling down in front of her flailing head and holding his heavy cock, an obscene grin twisting his broad face.
"Don't mind, do you old boy, if I stick a hunk of meat in her mouth?" Sid reached down and caught Kathy by the hair, jerking her head erect, her green eyes popping open wide in shock. "Come on, baby, let's show daddy how good you are at eating cock!...and I'll forget about you gnashing my nuts...."
Kathy heard the wave of licentious laughter about her as she stared at the heavy penis thrust only inches from her saliva moistened lips. Oddly enough, it didn't frighten her as it might have once, nor did the meaning of his words and what he expected her to do. The eroticism of the charging cock in her hotly accepting bowels had destroyed any measure of moral decency she had ever known, and a new maddening excitement and desire to open all of herself to subjugation sprang to life within her.
Slowly, her small hand encircled the husky, rigid flesh and she felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she peeled back the foreskin, exposing the shiny, naked cock head. Then, a slight smile curling her lips, she manipulated the thick outer layer of skin back and forth, fascinated with the hot feel of it in her dwarfed hand. She moved her face forward, as if magnetized by the phallic wonder, until her lips were but a fraction from touching it! She heard him grunt once more, while Judge Henderson filled her rectum from behind, spurning her on to suck in her breath and flick out her tongue, bringing it into warm and wet contact with the soft, rubbery tip! Excitedly she swirled her extended pink tongue around it experimentally, while the big man twisted and jerking to her taunting, until her tip finally found the little split at the end and wiggled teasingly into it! Kathy tasted for the first time the pungent taste of male lubricants and immediately her nostrils flared excitedly while her hand smoothed back over the shaft to its velvety base then downward to his hairy sac of testicles. She drew her nails gently beneath them as she had those slapping down into the moistness of her cunt, weighing them in the small palm of her soft, warm hand. With the other hand she held his cock, pushing back the foreskin, letting the spongy head glide along the length of her moist tongue, sucking and struggling to absorb more of it into her mouth.
Sid Parker slid his thick vengeful penis in and out of her angelic mouth with a moist sucking sound, guided by his hand entangled in her blonde curls. He watched" the puffing and contracting of her beautiful cheeks as she slaved on the end of his cock, while her whole satiny body quivered from the powerful jolts of Judge Henderson's ramming cock smashing into her tender rectum from behind, his rising sperm aching with pressure as he began to shove his prick forward between her receptive lips with a vengeance, his evil grin widening with every thrust.
Kathy's brain reeled in glazed rapture, her body alive with the sensual bliss of being fucked in the rectum and fucked in the mouth. She ground her trembling buttocks greedily back against the man behind her hairy pelvis and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the open crevice between her ass cheeks, sensing the dribbling of it down the backs of her inner thighs. A mounting pressure in her vagina signaled the need for something to satisfy the ticklish need there...!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Myra Parker timed her entrance into the rumpus room perfectly, as if her watch ticked in unison with the carnal needs roiling inside young Kathy's loins!
In her black leather brassiere and studded garter belt with flecks of Kathy's blood drying on the spikes, and wearing a pair of knee-high spike heeled boots, she sauntered arrogantly into the room, stepping over flailing arms and legs in anticipation of room-wide awe. If her startling aura of dominance did not turn heads, certainly the presence of her 'pet' creature pulling heatedly at the end of his leash would.
But tonight her beauty was anti-climactic. The dually impaled young girl in the center of the room was clearly the focal point of the orgy...the second time that very night the little blonde bitch was slutting herself shamelessly on the floor had raised the vile anger inside of Myra.
Venomously, Myra made her way to the fore front of the spectator's circle with Saul jumping up and down eagerly beside her, his dwarfed little hand rubbing at the swollen mass of his testicles. It intrigued her to see how her guests were paired off, and a ripple of licentious pleasure surged through her at the sight of Paul at the mercy of some half-dozen middle-aged wives squatting and pawing over his loins like a pack of wolves devouring a dead animal carcass. His youthfully lanky body maintained its opiated energy, obviously, for his rigid cock stood out obdurately like a hunk of frozen meat.
With a quick glance, she satisfied herself that Dottie and Candy were doing their jobs well; both were flat on their backs with their white, shapely legs drawn back high as they cradled one after another of the notable Georgian congressman and judges between them, humping up to the cocks pumping into them. But it was Paul's wife squealing on the rug before her that sparked wicked sensation within her. She heard Saul whimper wantonly beside her as the demented creature sniffed the excited female smell.
Vicious thoughts raced through Myra's mind. Damn her beautiful blonde hide! She'd wish she'd never been born when this night was over...! She would personally see to it that the girl was literally fucked to death!
And as for Edward...she would force him to fuck her before the glazed eyes of his wife...and the blonde bitch would see for herself that Edward was hers! As would her husband who was groveling before the bitch's mouth, grabbing her blonde head and smashing his cock into her throat.
Her black hair flung around had her sloe eyes narrowed on the sofa where her Edward was swarmed with female nudity. She gave a signal and the group of harpies fiendishly ravaging her lover suddenly sprang up from the sofa, backing away sheepishly at the sight of the ugly creature slobbering over his shirt, his eyes rolling like two tumbling marbles inside his out-sized head.
Her dark gaze was magnetizing and in his drugged stupor Paul recognized the threat in those glazed orbs, a message that made his guts knot in agony. His befogged eyes returned her glance, spewing hatred up at the woman who was destroying his lust-drugged Kathy as well as his own life. His enfeebled brain swam and his cock and groin throbbed from overuse. He sat up, nearer now to his young, helplessly impaled wife who was obviously out of her mind in her drugged, salacious performance. Somehow, someway, he had to get Kathy out of there, even if it meant playing the wicked vixen's perverted games of lust!
* * *
Judge Henderson's balls throbbed and his cock felt as if it were about to burst each time he rammed into Kathy, while she moaned around Sid Parker's heavy cock fucking into her mouth, adding to his pressure with the insane movements of her ass and the hollowing of her back. He couldn't hold out much longer!
Kathy was lost in the roiling passion within her...lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into the depths of her no-longer virginal rectum, and the naked loins crushing up tighter into her passion contorted face. God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth...to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat...then she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked as hard as she could, while the big man grunted before her.
The blood buzzing in Kathy's ears shut out the commanding voice of the leather-adorned vixen whose boot tip was no less than a foot away from her goose-bumped back. Somewhere in her brain a sense of movement and urgency registered. Her reality was limited to the hairy pelvis closing in on her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the way down her throat to meet the one penetrating her far up into her bowels...and so she did not feel the compressed body of flesh wriggling on its back to wedge between the fur rug and Kathy's melonous, hanging breasts.
After a short contest of stares with young Edward, Myra Parker, with a sluttish smirk had reached down to unleash her 'pet' with the command: "Fuck her in the cunt, Saul. Crawl under her belly and shove your cock in her pussy...that's a good boy...Mamma'll have a treat for you when you're finished...."
"Oh, my God, not that...." muttered Paul to himself, watching with a sickening sense of doom the long red talons of Myra's fierce lingers work at the leash. A new sense of power and purpose suffused his lean young body and tearing through the fog of confusion he plotted for his Kathy's freedom. He felt hot hands grabbing at his body, feminine fingernails raking over his hard muscled body in pleading want for more of his seed, but he brushed them away with a gesture of annoyance and placed one foot in front of the other, closing the tormentous gap between himself and Myra Parker. His eyes burned into hers and the vacuous expression, so familiar to him these days, went tight with unspent emotion. His throat felt clogged when he opened his mouth to speak.
Oh God...what was that? Kathy tried to reason, feeling a warm blob of naked dampened flesh slither under her belly to wedge itself neatly between her pussy and breasts, hungry hands squeezing at her breasts while a hot length of flesh probed along the dampened slit of her empty pussy to insinuate its bulbous length into her crying cunt. Ohhhhh...she whimpered around Sid Parker's spasming penis stuffing her mouth. At last...at last the maddening tickle in her cunt had found reprieve in the strangely thrusting creature beneath her whose face she had yet to see...whose cock she had yet to thank. Now she was completely filled, every orifice of her body stuffed with hard thrusting, semen heavy cock! Flickers of ecstasy played rocket-like before her eyes and it seemed the world had transformed into one wanton pulse of sensation!
Behind her, Judge Henderson had experienced a moment of hesitation as the leashed creature was freed and after a few strokes of his cock, slithered under the honey-haired harlot to piston his bull-sized cock into her cunt. As many times as he'd seen the crowds of naked women part like the Red Sea upon this monster's entrance into the rumpus room...only later to scream their tits off as one by one in their nymphomania their resistance softened and they succumbed to his perverse, animalish sexuality...he couldn't accustom himself to the sight of that pathetic being. A beguiling mass hysteria of experiencing, of devouring everything in their wake permeated these orgies. Perhaps alone in their bedroom any one of these women would vomit at the thought of letting this blob of ugly protoplasm that should have been aborted penetrate their wombs-but not here.
Now, the idea of this creature's sexual organ rubbing against his own as they shared the girl's genitals, their lubricants and hers dribbling into one honey thread to puddle on the fur rug below, began as a thing of disgust, quickly dissipating as Sid Parker manning the front of the troilistic performance, bellowed out:
"Oh, Shit!" He sucked in his breath. "Suck it, you hot little cunt! I'm cumming!"
It burst and he swore vilely again, while his cock gushed forth, hot jetting streams of the white pungent liquid far back into Kathy's throat, her young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed in quick, hungry little gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the male precious sperm...yet, in spite of her tightly locked lips, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth as the big man seemed to collapse before her, his shrinking penis slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth...
Below her the feel of hands kneading her breasts, a mysterious mouth chewing at her nipples while a stumpy hunk of flesh sawed in and out of her vagina slickly, drubbing into her belly with only the thin membrane separating its girth from Judge Henderson's filling her bowels. She was getting closer...closer...the stars flickering before her eyes were shooting in vivid colors now as she swallowed still the creamy mouthful pooling in her belly.
And then she became aware of the violently increasing assault on her wide-split rectum, and the orgasmic sensations screaming up inside her belly. She undulated her smooth ass against the driving cock, small pleading mewls of passion emitting from her throat. The cock in her anus and the cock in her cunt screwed into her in unison, slapping her around like a rubber ball.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, her hips ramming back to meet Judge Henderson's and underneath the cock ramming into her pussy bloated ominously and she knew that would soon burst too. She could hear her anonymous benefactor gurgling and panting beneath her...faster and faster, as he forced her thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost flat on the rug...but the pain didn't matter...nothing mattered any longer except that she reach her climax! It was cumming...cumming! Soon...! SOON! And then she heard the judge blurt something unintelligible and felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks...while in her pussy the penis spasmed and jerked. They were cumming...all three at once!
Kathy whimpered out her pleasure as their loads of hot, swirling sperm gushed deeply up into her bowels and vagina and she ground her ass and pelvis tight back against him, her cunt nibbling hungrily at the meaty bulk filling it, too.
Kathy hung as if suspended on an imaginary plane of unbelievable bliss. She wailed suddenly, her voice slowly dying in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her long honey hair flailing wildly as she began the bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, round buttocks back onto their deflating penises in salacious frenzy.
Across the room, Paul's front teeth nibbled enticingly at the velvety flesh of Myra's shoulder, the musky perfume that had once intoxicated him now stinging his nostrils like poisonous nerve gas, making him want to retch and spit bile of disgust down her satiny back. His nose parted her raven hair as he kissed her slender neck, opening the curtain on the lurid spectacle taking place in the center of the room...with his dear wife the star performer!
He had watched incredulously as Myra ordered the ugly monster to crawl underneath his wife's belly and take her, wishing he had a knife to thrust into the hateful woman's guts in retribution! But he must play her game and, following the prescribed rules, he struggled with his conscience to voice the words:
"Oh, God, Myra...Jesus I want you.. . . " He could feel her nostrils flare hotly on his naked back, drying some of the lust-sheened sweat there, her hands squeezing at his naked buttocks already welted by countless other female claws. "I want to take you away and fuck you...thrust my cock so far up into that gorgeous belly of yours it comes out your mouth!"
While he mouthed the words he watched his honey-haired bride collapse comatosely on the fur rug, her body glazed with male cum and her own, too...he noticed with a pang of anguish. Her body was slung over the weight of the dwarf who, panting, wriggled his way out from under the satiated body to pounce between the flabby thighs of a buxom lady fingering herself frenziedly while she watched the couple next to her begin a heady bout of anal sex. The woman's hand flew to her mouth at the first glance of the ugliness staring her in the face, but the moment the slobbering creature dropped to his knees to suck the lubricated lips of her starving cunt, her cries took on an impassioned tone.
From where Paul stood, kneading the compliant moons of Myra Parker's smooth buttocks while her fingers raked over his back in a moaning embrace, he could see his wife's body shudder convulsively, and he knew that she was in agony. Hungry eyes were already feasting on her cum-glazed body, men and some women, too, hovering parasitically above her, stroking their genitals with savage delight, pupils dilated with lust...allowing for the ritualized challenge of who got her first.
"Mmmmm...baby," Myra was moaning, clutching Paul hotly to her. "You really want me, Edward, don't you...after all this time...you really do want me and need me...."
"And love you...." Paul finished for her, hoping that was the word that would spring he and Kathy loose. "I want you...I want to possess you...give you my child...." Oh, Christ, thought Paul, where the hell are these words coming from?
'Then fuck me...NOW!"
Reaching up under the resilient leather garment, Paul's fingers, still sticky from countless spates of female cum, rummaged in the black forest of pubic curls. "I want you alone...come...let's go upstairs! Please...hurry!"
With one last grimacing glance over his shoulder, Paul's eyes slitted in horror as a bald headed man grunted down on his knees and rolled over the comatose girl, straddling her slender rib cage with his fat knees and wedging his thumbs between her teeth, forced open her mouth and wriggled his meaty prick between the girl's cum-encrusted lips.
The cool air slapped him in the face with a stinging, mind-clearing force the moment Paul stepped outside the oak doors, the grunts and groans of arduous lovemaking fading in the distance. He scurried her upstairs, half racing down the hall and into her bedroom and with mustered verve threw the black-haired vixen down on the bed and flinging himself down after her, glued his mouth to hers as she had taught him to do and threw himself into his role with every ounce of hysteria scorching his brain.
He licked her lips, her eyes, her ears, her nose in ticklish laps, his errant eyes stealing fugitive glances about the room making a quick inventory. Above her halo of black hair and to the right he saw a single leather manacle carelessly tossed there. A fugitive hand reached out for it while he plastered his mouth tightly to her succulent lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and breaking the warm, moist kiss propitiously.
"You want me to love you...the way you like, huh? You want me to take you, baby...? " A free hand smoothed down over her goose-bumped stomach, its middle finger separating the moist folds of her cunt. Christ, he had to give it all he had...and fast! Urgently, he grasped the manacle tight in his hand while Myra groaned and undulated her hips, grinding down into the mattress in raw lust. "Let me tie you up, baby...your Edward wants to tie you up and fuck your brains out!" The passionate tone of his voice was no lie, rather obliquely stated. He'd love to whip her to ribbons for what she'd done to his Kathy...sicing that sick animal onto his lovely wife...!
"Oh, Edward.. . " moaned Myra half-comatose with lust. Tie me up...beat me...hurt me! Fuck me to death," she hissed evilly, releasing her possessive, powerful grip on him to fling her lithe arms over her head and offer herself up like a martyr to her memories-and she was.
Fighting against the gnashing ache in his groins from over-stimulation and over-indulgence, Paul scrambled up on the bed and clasped the leather strap. "I'm going to take you baby like you've never been taken before," he promised, the breath hissing from his nostrils in snorts. "Where's the other strap...there's got to be more!"
"Under the bed," gushed Myra, her cheeks flushed with passion, pupils dilated with longing. Finally her Edward would prove his love.. .finally, after all these years of yearning!
In seconds Paul had her wrists and ankles bound together to the chains attached to the underside of the bed. The ring of mirrors reflecting his nudity to infinity at first had a dizzying effect upon his miasmaed mind, but he managed to draw himself into a singular being. He had never dealt with a sicko like this before and trying to out-guess her motives required a very clear mind.
He took a shot in the dark when he said: "What do you want, Myra...what do you want more than anything in the world? What would please you?" Lying down between her spread eagled legs staring at eye level with her pubic mound up the gentle slope of belly, over the shadow of her nipped in waist...then up the hillocks of her breasts, he stared at her succulent lips slowly moving to form words.
For God sakes, hurry up, they're tearing her apart down there!
"I want to see that blonde woman watch you fuck me...and then I want you to tell her that I Myra own you...that I will keep you for the rest of my life...forever!"
A little whimper of relief bubbled from Paul's lips! Weak with insane worry and physical exhaustion, he drew in a deep breath. "Get her! You must get that blonde woman now so that I can tell her, baby...Christ...I want to hurt her...like she's hurt you...."
That shot in the dark hit the bull's eye!
"Yes! Yesss! I want to destroy her! I want you to kill her," hissed Myra through bared teeth. "The dirty cunt who took you from me...! "
"Tell me," he muttered, lapping his extended tongue over the quivering cuntal lips oozing with juices."...I need a gun...something to destroy her with...." He struggled to sound masterful, but he was half crying in his efforts.
Myra's tautly stretched body reared against her bonds, her arching back pulling at the leather straps animalishly. "In the desk drawer...there's a gun!" She would offer herself up to him, give him whatever he needed to help her crucify that bitch!
Paul bolted to his feet despite her gasps of disappointment and grabbed open the desk drawer with a force that sent it flying onto the floor. Amongst the debris his fingers wrapped around the cold steel barrel of a .38. He checked it for ammunition. It was loaded. He glanced over at Myra's tied-down body in the throes of nymphomania, her ass cheeks grinding down into the mattress and unintelligible oaths spewing from her mouth. She was drugged, too...drugged on her own lust and evil, weakening fast and leaving herself vulnerable to memory...again.
The adrenalin gushing through his body cleared Paul's mind and he flung himself at the wall phone, tripping over the vanity stool. He grasped the receiver in his hand and pounced onto the bed. "Have her sent up!" he demanded, his rugged features scrunched up in hysteria.
* * *
Consciousness came up on Kathy in a warm mistiness of confusing sensations. She swallowed against a mouthful of acrid cream clogging her throat, the sticky, jellied mass slithering down her gullet...somebody tugging at her arm...raising her to her feet, tearing other hands off of her buttocks and pulling a finger free of her vagina with a wet squelch...poking her, prodding her, guiding her upright body through the litter of arms and legs, through the oak doors...the echo of doors slamming shut behind her...a blast of cool air drying the sweat on her brow giving her strength . . .arms releasing her, guiding her up the staircase, her anal passage chafed with the effort of placing one foot in front of the other...walking on her own strength now...knuckles rapping on the door to a strangely familiar room...The arms supporting her gone...the bedroom door opening to stare in to the face of...PAUL!
Languidly she lifted her eyes to Paul's tense, rugged features and read the urgency there. Her husband was all wound up like a rubber band ready to snap. Then he grasped her shoulders and shook her hard. Kathy blinked her eyes dumbly and shook her head.
This is Paul...he's trying to tell me something...
"Come on, Kathy...get with it!" he hissed in her ear, "Cover yourself with this and let's get out of here! HURRY!"
A stupid half-stymied grin crossed her face as she wrapped the kimono around herself, the silk clinging to her cum-glazed thighs and breasts. As she knotted the robe with clumsy fingers her eyes saw through the mat of clinging curls the spread-eagled body of Myra Parker squirming and moaning on the bed, heard the angry rattle of her chained manacles.
"You dirty cunt-stealing him from me! I'll kill you!" More screams, more kicking and thrashing. "You bastard! You deceiving sonofavitch...you loved her...you never loved me!" screeched Myra, making herself heard in the dressing room where Paul was scrambling into a pair of Sid Parker's baggy pants and fastening it with a necktie for want of a belt. He flung a discarded T-shirt rescued from the closet floor over his sweat dampened chest and thrust the gun into the gathered waistband. Drawing in his breath, his jaws working assiduously while a bead of sweat dribbled down his forehead to curl off the tip of his nose. He swiped it and the mucus watering from his nose away in a rash gesture. Then with slow deliberation, he drew the pistol out of his pants and holding it with both hands, closed one eye and aimed between Myra's eyes. He was putting force on the trigger when Kathy sprang to his side.
"Paul! NO! Don't kill her. . . ! "
He paused a second, then grabbed his wife by the elbow and together they darted out the door and down the hallway, the sudden exertion clearing their senses. They bolted through the side door, Myra's screams within crescendoing to a banshee wail. And then it was Kathy's screams ringing in Paul's ears. Out of the corner of his eye the black shadow sprang to life, became airborne and sank his fangs into the butterfly sleeve of Kathy's kimono!
With a speed that surprised himself, Paul drew the .38 out of his pants and aimed for the growling beast. The shot rang through the air and the animal thudded to the ground in a painful whimper.
They jogged down the cobblestone path heading for the garage, Paul's heels catching in the drag of Sid Parker's pants, careening him forward in near cart wheels.
"Hurry...get in...let's get the fuck outta here!" He punched the door handle and threw himself in the driver's seat, grabbed the keys from the visor and slipped it into the ignition, jammed his foot on the accelerator and gunned the silver limousine in reverse.
The car rocked in a squeal of wheels, spitting gravel. They barreled through the gates of the Parker estate and squealed out onto the city street, Paul's heart pounding in his temples.
"Oh, Jesus...oh, Jesus," he muttered as he pulled up to the first stop light, his foot jittery on the power brake. "We made it!" He glanced over at the stunned beauty beside him and reached down to clasp her cold shaking hand in his clammy one. "You wanna go back to Tennessee, honey...? "
Kathy nodded, her button chin quivering, scalding tears squirting out of her luminous green eyes. "I want to go home and start everything all over...." she stammered, and then as if the nightmarish unjust imprisonment became more real with distance from it she glanced up at her handsome hill country husband, her hero, her man. The mature set to his jaw was different and his boyish visage was suddenly very masterful, very virile, despite the baggy pants pudding in his lap with the silk Gucci tie dangling haphazardly above the fly. A tingle of jubilation tremored in the dampened vee of her womanhood.
"Honey...? " her tiny hand crept over the soft wool to the wadded up excess hiding the solid stalk of man flesh beneath. "Please don't think about...what I did...with those men, okay?" She slunk against his shoulder and wiped her nose against his sleeve. "Really...I don't remember...much of anything that happened in that room...I...I even who it was who...did it to me...."
Thank God for that! Paul tipped the accelerator and spun through the green light. "Give your husband that kind of lovin' and we'll call it even." The vision of the ugly, moronic monster thrusting up into his nubil darling was a memory he didn't care to hang onto either.
They would get their just desserts-Myra, Sid and the decrepit judge. At the first major city on the other side of the state border they would call the police department and hope to read the details of the orgy bust in the paper. The news media could be depended upon to throw the muck in the faces of politicians journalists won prizes for that. Meanwhile...he'd get his reward in bed...and after Myra and Sid Parker's sensual training course that should be a sexual gold mine!