Toby groaned huskily from deep within her throat while the probing tip of Aaron's thick tongue worked its way up and down the length of her slit. She felt his hands gripping her tighter, and his breath coming hot and heavy as he suddenly flicked his tongue into the tightness of her puckered asshole. As Toby squirmed back against his tongue to feel more of the lusty sensations he was sending throughout her lust-starved body, she knew that whenever a man wanted to feel her passions rise-they could come to her for a passionate good time.
CHAPTER ONE
Toby felt a slight tinge of blush warm her cheeks, knowing that the older man's lecherous eyes were following every movement of her young body as she flittered about the kitchen. He sat there smiling-a knowing sort of smile that told the wild ecstasies that were roaming through his worldy-wise mind.
She's a perky little thing, he thought. Not too green, not too ripe. Sweetness rolled up into a smooth little body that must be so tender and warm under the sheets.
The twenty year old dark-haired beauty used her left hip to gently bump the fridge door shut. She wore tight shorts, both her hands filled with fresh fruits and vegetables.
She put them down on the table, went to the stove and sipped the steaming soup with soft, full lips.
"Hmmm," she dimpled a smile, "be ready in just a bit."
"Lovely. Lovely, my dear." Toby wondered whether her husband's uncle meant the soup or her.
She had exotic, yet tiny features, highlighted by the slight upward turn of the outer corners of her bright eyes. Although a rather naive and innocent girl who had a certain quality that indicated Toby was always surprised at the wonders of the world, yet a calm kind of surprise said she was always in control. But Toby was closer to being a woman, a strikingly beautiful woman, since her marriage. The college classes had come to an abrupt stop with her marriage. Her new husband had promised her she could return soon to the education she longed for. But for now, Toby was happy. So happy. Oh, perhaps not happy at this particular moment, with her husband's rich uncle studying her every move in the kitchen as she prepared his lunch.
The uncle swallowed dryly, staring unabashedly at the succulent swells in her halter top. Toby tried to ignore his grin, but it wasn't easy.
He squirmed his behind on the kitchen chair, that slippery smile sliding all over his heavy face. Then his beady eyes lowered to admire her naked golden legs and tiny sandal-shod feet. "So, how's my son's new job coming along?" He knew damned well that his son was safe in his new position. He himself had arranged the job by simply phoning a business associate. The question was merely an attempt at conversation with the lovely young girl who was now slicing tomatoes for his sandwich.
"He doesn't talk to me much about his work," Toby answered. She looked over her shoulder and noticed his eyes were now nesting on the narrowness of her waist.
He tried to cross his legs, but couldn't. Toby could picture why, for his eyes were shining with a strange lust now.
"When do you think you'll be going back to school, sugar?" he asked, but then didn't wait for an answer, adding quickly, "Listen, if it's a matter of money, no problem. Listen, if you want an education, you should have one. I'll help. And if kids need any help...."
"Oh, no, Uncle Aaron! You've done too much already! Putting John through school after his parents were killed in the car wreck; finding him his first job ... oh, no, we just couldn't ask for anything more!"
Aaron heaved a wistful sigh. John had half the sauce his wife's got, he mused, he'd be twice the man he is now. Spunk and beauty. It was quite a combination.
He watched his lovely niece-in-law patter around the tiny kitchenette in her thin straw sandals and felt his heavy long cock tingle appreciatively in his slacks. The direct approach was out. Toby would never willingly go to bed with a man other than her husband-even a punk-assed husband like his nephew, John. He'd have to come up with an angle.
Toby ladled out two large bowls of celery soup, placed them on a serving tray next to a platterful of bacon-and-tomato sandwiches, then brought the entire affair over to the table.
"It's lovely, my dear." Aaron brightened. "Absolutely lovely."
Toby dimpled graciously. "I'm glad you were in the neighborhood, Uncle Aaron. I hate to cook for just myself."
"Yes, I know, Toby."
Toby managed a warming smile as her husband's uncle took a large bite of sandwich and chewed with a slow-almost sensual-expression of satisfaction lighting up his heavy face. She felt the same peculiar ambivalence she always felt in his presence. In a way, despite his great wealth and early retirement from one of Portland's most powerful brokerage houses, she felt sorry for the prematurely balding, over-weight bachelor. He had no family, other than John and herself. No kids. No great urge to travel. Practically no interests at all beyond food and liquor and ... and women. She shuddered slightly at that last thought. John had told her that his uncle was a hopeless womanizer, and she hadn't doubted it for a minute. Indeed, that knowledge was the very source of her ambivalence. The openly covetous stares her husband's uncle cast her way-particularly when John wasn't around-were something she doubted she'd ever get used to. Still, because of her traditional and strict upbringing at the hands of her ,widowed mother, because Aaron Caldwell was the closest thing to a family patriarch, the dutiful young bride of three months treated the older man with honor and respect.
"Is your sandwich okay, Uncle Aaron?" she cooed, brushing a wandering curl of closecropped black hair out of her eye with her thumb.
Aaron popped the last of the wedge into his mouth and winked. Then, with a large gulp, "It's good, honey!" He took a sip of steaming coffee and swished it around between his teeth. "Real good!"
Toby blushed, then blew softly into a spoonful of soup.
"You're a good wife to John, Toby."
Toby sipped timidly at her hot soup, the incorrigible lock of hair again falling down to hide one lovely calf-size almond eye. "Thank ... thank you, Uncle Aaron." She was sincerely flattered by his open and unexpected compliment.
Aaron's thick cock lurched into semi-hardness as he stared longingly at Toby's lovely face. God, how he wanted to screw that beautiful little pussy! He dwelled on the gently framing sweep of her center-parted, jaw-length, raven hair, the delicate button nose, and her flawless golden cream complexion with its gleaming rosy highlights. What a natural little beauty ... even the way she held her spoon was sexy!
CHAPTER TWO
Harry England leaned back in his plush leather chair and swung around toward the massive smoke-tinted window behind him. He stared down through the June sunlight to a traffic-clogged Portland intersection far below his fifth-story office. Summer had come scorching in on the rainy heels of spring and now the air shimmered with heat and a hazy blinding mist. The sky seemed to sag with the humid unseasonable heat that hung like a stifling shroud over the sprawling Oregon city.
With an impatient snort, he spun his chair back around to face his massive mahogany desk and picked up the May copy of the Monthly Accounting Reports of England & England, Certified Public Accountants-the corporate tally sheet. Quickly, he flipped through the stapled report to the pages that out-lined closing period profits for John Caldwell's department. His cold gray eyes rested on a red-circled item that had been brought to his attention by one of the billing clerks. His brow furrowed annoyingly. A five-thousand-dollar error in budgeting was bad news-even in an eight-figure yearly operation like his own. He leaned forward and pressed the "speak" toggle on his intercom set. "Miss Jarvis, is Caldwell back from lunch yet?"
"Yes, Mr. England."
"Tell him to come into my office."
"Yes, Mr. England."
Harry turned back to the window and folded his beefy hands behind his head. He stared down at the ribbons of traffic reflectively. Damn! he fretted. I really hate to put the kid on the spot but, dammit, we just can't live like this! In the fifteen years he'd known the young accountant's uncle, Aaron Caldwell, he'd never had to renege on a favor, and he hoped he wouldn't have to now. Still, he'd agreed to take the boy on-on the condition that he would have to pull his own weight. He'd lived up to his part of the bargain, and then some. Hell, he'd even promoted the kid to Department Manager-with the lowest grade-point-average of any accounting major he'd hired out of Oregon State U. in the past five years-over the heads Of some highly talented people.
"You ... you wanted to see me, Mr. England?"
Harry turned again, in the direction of the voice and the sheepish face, that peered in at him from around the edge of the door. "Yes, I do, John. Come in and shut the door behind you."
As always, young John Caldwell was as awed by the impressiveness of his boss's fifth-floor suite as he was by the big man himself. As he took his seat, he glanced quickly around at his posh surroundings. From the original Picasso etchings on the cork-paneled walls, to the Barcelona chairs at nine-hundred a throw; from the huge mahogany desk that must have weighed a ton to the genuine yak-fur covers on the stools at the beautiful chrome-and-glass bar that dominated an entire wall-the whole atmosphere was one of calculated debauchery and elegance. In the entire city of Portland, only John's uncle had digs comparable to these.
John looked back nervously at the large man on the opposite side of the desk. "What ... what's the problem, Mr. England?" He fumbled inside the pocket of his suit coat for a cigarette. "I mean, is something wrong?"
Harry disentangled his thick fingers from behind his head of salt-and-pepper hair and pushed the open accounting report across the desk. "Column three, red circle, John. Somebody's screwed the goose."
John swallowed nervously, the unlit Pall Mall dangling loosely from his lips. "Oh?" He stared down at the column of figures, his trembling hands conveniently buried in his pants pockets while he dug around for his lighter. "You ... you're right," he managed, "It doesn't add up."
"As a matter-of-fact, John, it doesn't add up to the tune of five thousand dollars."
"Five ... five thousand?"
"Dollars."
John found his lighter and lit his cigarette with it, drawing the smoke deeply into his lungs, stalling to allow his mind time to compute an appropriate response. "Are ... are you sure this mistake was made in my department?" he managed.
Harry nodded his head slowly in the affirmative.
John stared past his employer to the sterile face of the First National Bank of Oregon building a block away. "Do you want me to trace the error?" he asked hopefully.
"That would be appropriate," the older man replied. His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
The young accountant flinched reflexively at the tone of Harry's voice. At forty-nine, the burly man still exuded that same sense of power that had marked him as a star offensive lineman during his college football days at the University of Oregon in Eugene. "I'll ... I'll get right on it, Mr. England." He crushed his cigarette out hastily in a large mosaic ashtray and got to his feet. "Anything else, Sir?"
"Just get on it, that's all. Take all weekend if you want."
The word EMBEZZLEMENT loomed in John's mind as he left the room. What a fool he had been to think he could get away with it! Damnit, none of this would have happened if that silly bitch Nancy didn't get herself knocked up.
Somewhat reluctantly, he let himself come to the realization that-as always-he'd have to ask his uncle to help bail him out of this mess. Shit!
The phone was ringing in his own office.
"Hello, John," an icy feminine voice cooed back at him. "Remember me?"
John could feel little beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead. "Dammit to hell, Nancy, I told you not to call me at work!" His voice was a harsh and desperate whisper.
"Would you prefer I called you at home ... 'daddy"?"
John swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and countered bitterly. "You try that and I'll ... I'll see to it that you'll never be able to have any kids!"
"Oh?" the girl laughed acidly. "Do you really think you've got the balls for that kind of action?"
John shuddered involuntarily. Nancy Gore was one cool bitch. He'd have to play his hand with caution. "What do you want, Nancy?" he asked in a calmer tone.
"Ten thousand dollars, sugar ... in cold cash."
The bile rose again.
"John, are you still there?"
"What happened to the five thousand I gave you to go up to Seattle for an abortion?"
"I changed my mind."
"You what!"
"I changed my mind. I'm going to keep the baby."
"Wait just a Goddamn minute! I mean, you can't! You promised!"
"I changed my mind. I need the ten grand for expenses."
John was shaking like a leaf. "What kind of Goddamned expenses, Nancy? ... a new Jag? ... a trip to Tahiti?"
"MMMmmm!" she piped. "Maybe I should ask for twenty, and throw in a world cruise?"
"Why, you conniving little...."
"Temper, temper, John," she mocked. "Ten will do quite nicely."
John felt nauseous. He slumped down in his chair and covered his face with his free hand. There was no way he could come up with another ten grand. Jesus, he still had to cover the five he'd already taken! "Give me a couple of days," he sighed desperately into the receiver.
"Then you'll do it?"
I'll ... try," he lied. God, what was he going to do?
"Good. I won't need a stamp, after all."
"What?"
"A stamp. I had this letter all set to send to that pretty little wife of yours, just in case you said no, and...."
"I get the picture, Nancy."
"Then we understand each other?"
"Yes, Nancy ... we understand each other."
John dropped the suddenly dead receiver back in its cradle. He was trembling violently. Had Nancy Gore walked into his office at that moment, he might cheerfully have strangled her. She had no right to mess up things with him and Toby ... no right at all. Even so, he knew deep down that it was nobody's fault but his own. That silly fight with Toby ... after only two weeks of marriage ... just because she'd refused to suck his cock; the angry young husband storming off to spend the night with his understanding former girl friend. It was a regular soap opera ... right down to the girl friend coming up pregnant.
Quickly, he snatched the receiver back up in his hand and frantically began to dial his uncle's number from memory. Then, remembering that Toby had mentioned something over breakfast about Aaron dropping by later, he pressed and released the disconnect button and began to dial his own apartment.
"Hello, Toby? Let me speak to Uncle Aaron ... no, nothing's wrong, baby. Yeah, fine, I'll wait ... hello, Uncle Aaron? Listen, I've got to see you tonight. No, I can't discuss it at home ... your place at seven? ... yeah, that's fine ... thanks!"
CHAPTER THREE
John Caldwell drove along slowly in the heavy downtown traffic. He was surprised at the number of vehicles on the road at that time of day. Then remembering it was Friday, he realized that most of the cars and camper trucks that shared the road with him were headed either to the coast or the mountains for the weekend. He envied them. Shit, he envied anybody who wasn't going to be facing Uncle Aaron in the next half hour.
As he drove along in silence his mind worked back to that rainy night last March when he'd taken Nancy out and started this whole fucking mess in the first place. Who knows? Maybe he'd think of some weakness, some dark secret from her past to countej the bitch's threat to come between him and Toby if he didn't comply with her demands. Was there something she'd said,' perhaps? Was there any way he could put that slut back in her place?
John had no idea how it would go once he saw Nancy again. It had been a long time, months in fact, except for an occasional view of her on the street or some similar public place, and invariably she was always accompanied. He'd had absolutely no way of knowing she'd ever talk to him, until he'd called. She'd not only agreed, she had wanted to see him that very night.
"Where are we goin', Johnny?" she'd asked as he'd led her out to his car from her parents' house. "Someplace where we can screw?"
"Someplace where we can talk in private, Nancy."
"Talk, Johnny?" she pouted. "My, my, marriage has certainly changed you, hasn't it, lover boy!"
John held the door for her. "Hop in and shut up," he smiled. Quickly, he rounded the car and climbed in behind the wheel. "Now, where's a good place to talk, Nancy?"
The young ash-blonde dimpled prettily. "I understand the old Riverside Motel on Highway 99 is still open."
John looked over at her and smiled. His eyes dropped to the exposed full thighs beneath her hiked-up skirt, to the sheen of her nylon hose glistening in the faint illumination from the dash lights. He said nothing, but felt his penis stir at the sight and memory of those smooth white legs when once they had been wrapped around him.
"Are you happy with her, John?" she asked, as he started the car.
"Yes."
T don't believe you."
"And why the hell not?"
"Because ... you still love me," she said, glancing toward him with a smile he could only partially see. Her soft hazel eyes reflected the street and dash lights and he could see them glimmering plainly.
"You always were a conceited bitch" he smiled, deciding to let it drop at that.
They drove along making small talk and stopping at a familiar neighborhood store enroute to pick up a six-pack of beer. Eventually, the frustrated young husband gained the gravelly drive of the dilapidated old motel that had fallen into disuse with the building of the new super highway.
"Well, Nancy, here we are," he sighed, cutting the engine.
"Home sweet home," she quipped.
It was a small unit, sparsely furnished but clean. Nancy entered the cabin first, the six-pack tucked under her arm, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She crossed quickly to the tiny kitchen table and proceeded to pop the caps on two frosty bottles of beer. John said nothing, going directly to the only comfortable chair in the room and dropping into it.
Nancy brought him his beer, then moved to the bed, propping up the pillows and kicking off her shoes. As he watched, she lay back in a half-sitting, half-reclining position, her knees drawn up shamelessly, exposing the naked backs of her white thighs from her taupe-colored nylons all the way to the strip of white panties that barely covered her delightful crotch. "Now," she cooed, "what did you want to talk about?"
John took a hearty sip of beer, then got to his feet again and plunged his free hand deeply into his pants pocket. "I just had a fight with my ol' lady, that's all. I needed somebody to talk to." He rattled his car keys nervously. "Nothing to write home about." He turned his back to the bed, then walked over to the window and peered out through the drawn curtain at the pouring rain. "It's sure coming down now," he said.
"Trouble in bed, sugar?"
The young twenty-four-year-old husband took another swig of beer to cool the sudden burning in his cheeks. "Yeah ... it's not her fault, though."
"Can't get it up, lover?" she teased.
"I can't keep it down," he confessed.
The voluptuous round-bodied blonde smiled warmly. I'm glad to hear you haven't outgrown me, Johnny."
Nancy came off the bed then and stepped up behind him. She caught at his arm and gently turned him around, then moved in close to him, sliding her arms upward around his neck. She pulled his handsome face down to her upraised lips and kissed him passionately. He could feel the heat of her vibrant body pressed to his, her full, firm breasts crushing against his chest while her stomach and pelvis urgently ground against his own.
She kissed him again, with open wet lips, her hot breath sweet in his mouth. Automatically, his arms slipped around her, his hands stroking the soft, supple flesh of her back through her dress. They smoothed downward to cup her lush round buttocks, drawing her tightly against the rapidly rising bulge of his cock until he forced a startled gasp from her.
"Oh, God, darling," she whispered against his lips. "You do love me! You do!"
John couldn't control himself. The presence of Nancy's succulent body cradled in his arms and grinding against him lustfully had suddenly made a shambles of every sensible thought he had. Sensations so deep and locked away that he'd forgotten they existed had abruptly burst free within him. The forbidden delight of her precious lips and mouth had upset any sense of balance or control he'd walked in with. He had to have her! Now!
"You beautiful fucking bitch!" he hissed down into her mouth, his hand coursing up to her slender waist, then along her ribs to the magnificent swells of her breasts.
"I know ... I know," she hissed. "You want to fuck me, don't you, my darling?"
"Oh, Christ, yes ... yes!" he panted.
"Oh, God! Now, John, now ... let's get naked! ... hurry!"
She pulled free of him, fumbling at her things as he tore at his own. He watched her because he couldn't take his eyes from her. His brain wheeled like a carousel; Toby's face was a part of it and it kept pleading with him each time it passed. He shook his head to clear it, then say Nancy's nakedness, the splendor of her enticing body openly inviting him as she threw herself on the bed, her sculptured, creamy white thighs spread wide to him. The tight pink slit of her feminine bewitchment was clearly visible beneath the soft golden fur of her pubic thatch.
"Oh, John, John, do you realize the marvelous times ahead for us?" she breathed, running her hands over his lean, hard flesh possessively.
"I don't want to think of anything but this minute," he countered. He ran his hands down the silken flesh of her naked white body. "All I want to do is screw you silly."
He lay, partially on top of her, one hairy thigh pressed between her spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her pussy while she lifted her loins to rub against it.
Nancy's hand dropped down between them to seek out his now-throbbing, steel-hard cock, clutching it greedily and massaging the thick wealth of foreskin in an irresistible milking motion. "What is it she won't do for you, Johnny," she pleaded intuitively. "Tell me!"
"She ... she won't suck my cock," he blurted. "She won't give me a blow job!"
"Oh, Johnny," Nancy panted excitedly. "I will!"
Quickly, she squirmed out from under him, rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs to remain on all fours as she lowered her face to his rigid, upthrust cock.
He gaped in utter disbelief, as he watched Nancy, her mouth open wide, dart out her hot pink tongue to lick at the gaping coralline slit in the tip of his penis. Jesus! he thrilled. What a fucking feeling! He watched her small hand drop to the base of his prick and extract the loose flap of skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside. Then, dropping to where her fingers held it at the base, she licked deliciously upwards again. And, finally, he saw the smile of love etched upon her lovely face as she slipped her warm, satiny lips over the naked head of his lust-swollen prick. Clasping it tightly just beyond the coronal rim, her cheeks hollowed in-and-out in a sucking motion as her free hand moved down to cup and squeeze his bloated balls.
He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the erotic sight of her spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she began to move up-and-down with her lovely mouth sucking at his cock, but he couldn't believe it. He gaped in utter astonishment as inch by inch she seemed to absorb it into her grotesquely sucking mouth ... until the end of it had to be brushing against the back of her throat ... and then, her long blonde hair fell forward and he could see little or nothing; he could only feel the delicious velvet comfort of her glistening pink lips and the mad swirling of her tongue while her long golden tresses teased above his stomach and abdomen.
"Oh, Christ!" he bellowed suddenly. "Get up here and let me fuck you before I go out of my Goddamn mind!"
Almost reluctantly, Nancy released the poling scarlet cock from her voraciously sucking lips. "Yes," she gurgled delightedly. "Fuck me now, Johnny."
Quickly now, the vivacious ash-blonde woman clambered into a supine position on her back beside her handsome former boyfriend. Then as he rolled eagerly on top of her quivering white softness, her hand dropped quickly to his prick, drawing it along the tender tapered slopes of her warm inner thighs to the puffy pink flanges of her vagina.
She began to moan and murmur incoherently, writhing her hips upward at his throbbing cock and immediately he began to screw into her, grinding his teeth together in his own uncontrollable desire while she squirmed and jerked under him in wild abandon.
"Oh ... heaven, heaven, heaven!" she whimpered as if in agonized rapture, gouging her long nails into the flesh of his lean shoulders, undulating, her crotch maddeningly on his prick and flinging her widespread thighs ui every direction.
"Oh, God, Nancy!" John stammered. His brain reeled with the fire burning in his loins. His balls ached with the furor building inside them and he screwed his long rod of hard flesh ever deeper into her, feeling the spasmodic squeezing, sucking grip of the moist velvety walls of her cunt.
Nancy's whole body jerked and squirmed and she moaned unceasingly, her lovely face twisted in ecstasy ... mouth gaping, neck tensing, nostrils flaring, a thin film of sweat already glistening on her brow beneath her disheveled blonde hair.
John felt the wet, smooth pink flesh of her vaginal channel clinging to him, holding him tightly inside her, pulling and sucking insanely at his pulsating, growing cock. He levered upward on his toes and frantically plunged the last remaining inch of his long thick shaft into her slick moist sheath, raising a new moan of bliss from her slack mouth, her eyes popping open in a glazed expression of lust.
"OOOooohhh! My Johnny ... my love ... it's wonderful ... wonderful ... !" she gasped and he clutched at the round, smooth orbs of her asscheeks, raising them off the bed to him and lifting his own self to better advantage, thrusting and grinding into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs.
The soft quivering of her buttocks flexing and unflexing caused the soft warm smooth flesh to ridge between his fingers as he clutched his hands tightly into them. He drew her hungrily to his loins and felt her spread her thighs still wider to him, flowering the moist pink hole of her pussy wider in reception to his thundering cock fucking deeper and deeper up into her wildly quivering belly.
Furiously, he thrust in and out of her pussy, pummeling into its sleek, raw depths with powerful, intensifying strokes. His brain still swam, but completely caught up now in a whirlpool of erotic confusion. God Almighty, Toby! He thought of her guiltily for one brief moment, then shook his head to dissolve her image from his mind. He gazed downward at the lust-provoking sight of Nancy's firm white breasts under him, letting his brain saturate itself with their carnal splendor and driving out all else ... watching them jiggle and sway sideways toward the bed on either side of her, their expanded pink nipples quivering deliciously. Suddenly, he rammed into her, causing her to moan deeply as she arched her neck with the pleasure of his thrust.
Again and again he battered into her, his tormented mind refusing to be dominated by his hedonistic flesh, a mounting sadistic desire to punish her slowly stealing possession of his reason. Suddenly, he was shifting his hips and weight every which way, thundering and ravaging the hot, sensitive raw flesh of her vaginal passage as if his long fleshy rod were a wrecking bar he was grinding and slamming into her. Mercilessly, the smooth rubbery head pummeled her cervix while his heavy sperm-filled balls crashed loudly into the crevice of her widely spread asscheeks.
She whimpered under him low and animal-like, as she writhed in her attempt to bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock, even as he plunged harder, driving his loins more forcibly into her open receptive crotch. He gaped downward into her face, watching the changing expression of passion contorting it. His mind screamed. He hated her! He loved her! Bitch! ... Bitch! Suddenly, he reached under her, his nails gouging at her soft flesh as he sought her anus. He fumbled between her hot, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his furious cock in a tempo, deep into the wetness of her teeming pussy. He clutched at the quaking hillocks of flesh, ripping them wide apart, searching for the tiny puckered ring of soft flesh ... her tiny defenseless asshole!
He found it and touched it, feeling the crinkly snug ring working with the writhing and twisting of her buttocks. A rivulet of viscid fluid dribbling down the widespread crevice from where his stiff thick cock was sawing into her had moistened the tiny orifice, and he pressed into it, feeling it give slightly, then, he pushed hard and suddenly the tight rubbery sphincter muscle popped open, slipping over his invading finger and. drawing it inside the warm spongy channel. She cried out, but persistently he sank the ravishing thick digit up into the soft depths, until the palm of his hand lay flat against the smooth, wet crevice of her ass.
"Oh, my God ... my God!" she gasped. "Oohhh ... aagghh ... ooohhh!"
At first she had lurched desperately in her effort to escape his rectal impalement, but then he worked his finger around and around inside her, feeling through the thin partition of velvety tissue the ridges of his smooth sliding cock fucking in and out of her, until he had established a dual rhythm of finger and prick and she began to moan wildly under him.
His loins were a raging inferno now, his penis growing and expanding inside her as he gasped and quivered and reveled in her flesh, increasing the speed and measure of his stroke, drilling into her savagely while his finger mercilessly reamed the depths of her wildly clenching anus.
She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them high about his waist, slackening them and then clamping them again. Her body was hot, her head moved wildly from side to side, her full lower lip thrust forward. Her mouth was open in abandon as she tightened and loosened her scissor grip, winding her legs completely around him as she waved her buttocks from side to side, then screwed her cunt furiously up to his raging prick. She was rapidly moving toward orgasm.
Suddenly, the ash-blonde beauty began to grunt and pour forth guttural sounds from deep in her chest, incessant gurglings that drove him to even more violent vicious strokes.
"Oooohhh ... John ... John fuck it hard! Harder! Screw it ... fuck it, my darling! Harder ... haarderrr!" she wailed up at him, exciting obscenities beginning to gush from her soft lips in her attempt to spur him on. Her crotch bucked insanely between his cock and finger, her legs drawn back until her knees crushed her heaving breasts. She locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode wantonly up his cock to cling there momentarily in complete enslaved rapture.
"Ooohhh, God ... ooohhh! God, yes ... yes! I'm cumming, Johnny ... AAAuuurrrggghhh!"
At once, her body began vibrating uncontrollably. She grabbed at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like ferocity, her body arching convulsively into his to hold there shuddering and quivering, her orgiastic fluid bathing his rigidly pummeling cock, running down her soft, smooth thighs to flood his balls as they slapped tightly into the crevice of her ass.
The sensation of Nancy's climax was enough to trigger John's own climax. He burrowed into the very depths of her, ramming her knees back to her shoulders, turning her into a quivering mass of passionate flesh as he hammered into her cunt with sadistic brutality, battering her cervix with his outrageously swollen cudgel. She continued to whimper and gasp, her belly and thighs contracting spasmodically.
"Johnny, baby," she panted, "fuck me ... cum in meee!"
Spurred on by his former girl friend's heartfelt urging, John withdrew to the very tip of his cock and thrust, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as she tried to extract the life-giving semen from his screeching loins. He was almost there; he knew it! Almost, but not quite! He'd go mad! Mad!
"Sweet fuckin' Jesus!" he bellowed like a raging bull. "I'm cumming, too!"
Nancy moaned and clutched at his shoulders, then thrust her crotch up high against his spurting penis John quivered from head to toe, grunting and blurting unintelligible sounds, and he shot into her, spewing streams of his white thick hot sperm far up into the hidden sanctity of her open and receptive womb. He wished to God it would never end ... but it did ... and when it was over he could do nothing but collapse on top of her. He was exhausted.
Eventually, Nancy gently rolled him off her, then kissed him. She rested on her elbow above his face, smiling down at him, her face a vision of piping happiness. "I hope you made me pregnant," she said.
John stared at her for a long startled moment, his jaw hanging slack in disbelief before shouting, "Don't be a fool!" He rolled over and got to his feet. "Don't be a Goddamn fool!"
Nancy looked stunned. "I may be a lot of things, Johnny," she shot back acidly, "but I'm no fool!"
"You are when you talk like that," he snapped. He didn't look at her. Instead, he went to the table and opened another beer.
"I've got great plans for you and me, Johnny," she said to his naked back. "Great, great plans. I don't intend that anything should happen to them."
John turned slowly to look at her. She still lay raised on one elbow, her legs spread teasingly, her luscious body as provocative to him as the first moment he'd sunk his prick into it this very night. He stared at her, the determined half-smile haunting her mouth almost frightening him. Jesus Christ, he thought, what the fuck have I done? He wanted to say something decisive, but could think of nothing. He gulped at his beer then watched her slowly hold her hand out to him.
"Bring me another beer ... darling. I'm the one who needs it ... the future mother, remember?"
* * *
With the memory of Nancy Gore's threatening words echoing in his confused and desperate mind, John Caldwell turned his spritely blue Porsche 914-a graduation present from his uncle-onto the short, tree-lined street leading to Aaron's imposing suburban townhouse. Well, he sighed, I just hope Uncle Aaron can think of some way out of this mess!
* * *
Aaron Caldwell sipped thoughtfully at the Black Russian he'd fixed for himself, letting the soothing vodka and Kahlua concoction lay warmly on his tongue for a delicious half-second before swallowing. He listened courteously throughout his incorrigible nephew's pathetic recounting of the situation, nodding and grunting occasionally whenever those responses seemed appropriate. At last, John finished his woeful tale and slumped back against the sumptuous leather cushions of the couch.
Aaron perked up a little in his facing wingback chair and fished a long black cigar out of the pocket of his lounging jacket. "How old is this Gore girl?" he asked.
"She ... she's twenty-three," John hastened to respond. "A year younger than me."
The portly fifty-year-old smiled appreciatively, then chomped down on the end of his cigar and spat the severed tip into the butting fireplace before speaking. "How long have you known her?"
"Since high school. I started going with her in my senior year."
Aaron lit his cigar and let the blue smoke curl skyward. "And you went out with her up to the time you met Toby?"
John nodded. "Yes. Off and on. She always got too serious, and I'd have to cool things off from time to time. I didn't want to marry the bitch."
"Oh?" the uncle pressed.
"She's a fucking whore," John added quickly.
Aaron rested his balding head against the back of his chair and stared at the sun-bleached animal skulls that adorned a distant wall. "How do you know the baby's yours?" he queried.
"I don't. In fact, I'd say from the size of her belly now, she must've been at least a month when I took her out."
Aaron grunted. There was no need to ask why his nephew didn't deny that the child was his. No, John's concern was that Toby would find out that he'd stepped out on her a week after their honeymoon ... that, and the five thousand dollars he'd "borrowed" from corporate funds.
"Could ... could you loan me the ten thousand?" the nephew pushed. "Maybe I could sell the Porsche for enough to cover-"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Aaron spat suddenly, coming forward in his chair. "This girl wants you, boy! She doesn't care about the fucking money!"
"She ... she doesn't?"
Aaron took another sip of his drink and grimaced. Jesus, how could anybody be that stupid? "Listen, you moron, you may be my brother's kid, but you haven't got the brains God gave lard!"
John swallowed dryly. "What ... what can I do, Uncle Aaron?"
"You can start by growing up. You got a real little jewel parked at home already; you don't have to fuck around with that Nancy Gore kind of bitch."
John flinched sheepishly. "Can ... can you help me square things?" he asked.
Aaron heaved a heavy sigh. Already his mind was at work. Who knows? Maybe this was just the situation he'd been looking for. "Let me sleep on it," he said.
John smiled broadly. When Uncle Aaron said he wanted to sleep on something, it was as good as done.
"But," Aaron began again, "I want you to realize that this has got to be the last time I come to your rescue."
"Yes, Uncle Aaron."
"I mean it, Goddamn it! The last fucking time!"
CHAPTER FOUR
As soon as John had gone, Aaron located his city directory and flipped it open to the G's. Quickly, his finger traced down a long column of names. "Goodwin ... Goralski ... Goranson ... Gordon ... Gore!" There were several. He began at the top, tapping out the number on the Touch-Tone dial with his middle finger.
"Hello?"
"Let me speak to Nancy, please."
"Who?"
"Sorry, I must have the wrong number." He tried the second.
"Hello, Gore residence." It was a woman.
"Who am I speaking to?"
"Helen ... Who's this?"
"Can I speak to Nancy, Helen?"
There was a brief pause, "Who shall I say is calling? If this is Howard, she said she didn't want to-"
"John. John Caldwell."
"Just a minute ... hey, Nance, there's a John somebody on the phone!"
Aaron filed the name Howard away for future reference, then used the remaining time to straighten the rising bulge in his slacks.
"Hel ... hello, John?"
"No, Nancy, this is John's ... attorney ... uh-" He looked down at the list of names. "Goralski. Robert Goralski."
There was a pregnant pause. "What...." she cleared her throat, " ... what do you want?"
"I'd like to discuss a settlement with you. John is quite concerned about your welfare."
"He ... he is?" She sounded incredulous.
Aaron felt his heavy balls begin to churn in their prickly sack. "He certainly does. As a matter-of-fact, he insisted that I see you were' properly taken care of."
There was another pause, but briefer.
"I'm authorized to make you a handsome offer," Aaron added quickly.
"I ... I'm not interested, Mr. whoever-you-are."
"I think you'd better reconsider, young lady," Aaron continued in a threatening tone. "Blackmail and libel are illegal in this state!"
"What ... what do you have in mind?"
"That's better," he soothed. Then, in a business-like voice, he said, "I thought you could drop by and we'd discuss the details of a settlement."
"Your office?"
"Yes. Well, my house. I work at home."
There was yet another break in conversation, a much longer one. "Okay," she sighed finally, "I'll talk to you. But I'm not promising anything!"
"Fine. Good. How T)out tonight?"
"I'm doing my hair tonight. How 'bout tomorrow morning?"
Aaron was openly rubbing the thickened bulge in his trousers now. "Tomorrow morning? That will be fine, Miss Gore. Let me give you the address...."
* * *
At half-past-ten that evening, John Caldwell still sat sipping a Loganberry Flip at a neighborhood tavern with the unlikely name of Moore's Country Grocery. It was a seedy place, but then, John was in a seedy mood. Perhaps shitty would be a better word. Anyway, he felt rotten.
He couldn't quite gather enough nerve to go home and face his beautiful Eurasian wife of just three months. What could he tell her was the purpose of his and Uncle Aaron's meeting, anyway? Then, on the other hand, he'd have still more explaining to do if he stayed gone any longer and came home more crocked than he already was. Quickly, he slid a quarter tip across the counter, then got to his feet and teetered toward the door just as Tex Ritter's HILLBILLY HEAVEN came blaring over the jukebox. Fuck it, he wouldn't tell her anything!
Somehow he found his way to his car and eased out into the much-thinner traffic toward home. His foot was a little heavy on the gas pedal, but he'd been in enough hairy close ones when he was a teenager to know when to back off on curves and corners, even in his tipsy state. As he drove along the balmy tree-lined streets and avenues, his mind once again recounted the situation. It was the only thing on his mind these days. He blamed Nancy, and to a lesser extent he blamed himself. But, damn it, it had been Toby's doing, too! She was his wife. If she couldn't take care of him at home, then who the fuck could blame him for getting it where he could? Sure, she let him screw her. But always in the beautiful, ethereal way of hers, like she was sacrificing herself for love of God and country. Didn't that broad ever have any dirty thoughts? Once, just once, he'd like to show her what sex was all about.
* * *
Toby Caldwell hummed softly to herself as she sat in front of the dressing table brushing out her short-cropped but shimmer black hair. A tiny pout -lined her lips as she struggled momentarily against a particularly stubborn snag that impeded the smooth course of the brush running downward to turn sweeping flips over her ears.
She hated this nightly ritual, but it had been one of those things her mother had always insisted on as being healthy for the hair. And, in truth, she had to admit it had certainly helped her to retain her soft, natural appearance. She took a long critical look at her efforts. Then, apparently satisfied, she began to apply her makeup. It took but a moment as she didn't use much; just a touch of peach-colored lipstick that complemented her healthy cream and rose complexion, and a quick skip of eye liner to accentuate their burnt almond beauty. Cocking her head to one side, she surveyed the results of her handiwork. She liked it, and, in spite of her inbred modesty, had to admit to herself that she was a very pretty little girl. She must be, she smiled, to have landed a husband as handsome as John Caldwell. That had been quite a coup d'etat. God, how she loved that dashing American boy. Indeed, if it weren't for his bizarre ideas about sex, she'd have to consider it the ideal marriage.
She stood then, crossing quickly to the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the bedroom door, to survey her near-naked loveliness. She sucked in her breath and patted the almost-concave plane of her abdomen where it peeked out nakedly below the hem of the whisper-thin smoke-colored nylon nightie top she'd chosen for the evening. Besides the brief Baby Doll top, she wore only a pair of nude hell black satin stacked pumps selected to amplify her diminutive five-foot-one-inch height. Well, she thought sardonically, with a wink of one liquid almond eye, husband no touchee in a weekee, must cheeree husband upee! She giggled at her own mental accent, then brightened even more at the unmistakable sound of John's Porsche swinging into the apartment parking lot below. Tonight, she promised herself, she would try to go along with John, no matter what. Maybe the fact that she'd failed to reach a climax in three months of marriage was as much her fault as his. Maybe if she let herself go one time, she could shake the feeling that her mother was standing over her shoulder saying, "Don't do that ... only whores and concubines do that!" In any case, it was worth a try. Her John had been in an awful mood lately.
Quickly then, she ran to the door to greet her man.
Even as he stood in the doorway with his mouth agape, John couldn't get over how much his young bride resembled the actress, France Nuyen. He'd never seen her look more sexy and alluring than she looked at that moment. He could feel his cock stirring instantly in his shorts and knew that, somehow, the character of their lovemaking this night was going to be different.
Despite the drunken frustration he felt at that moment, he knew that he was about to give his fragile China Doll of a wife the fucking of her twenty-year-old life.
"Well?" she teased, breaking the electric silence that crackled between them. "Are you just going to stand there all night with your mouth open, or what?"
Closing the distance between them in a single stride, John took Toby in his arms and crushed her luscious golden body tightly against his own. He kissed her passionately, wetly, his tongue probing hotly between her succulent peach glossed lips, and felt her melt against his chest in willing erotic response. He could feel the points of her beige nipples spiking against him, even through the material of their clothing, and knew instinctively that she was already moist between her slender legs.
Wordlessly, he swept her up in his arms without breaking the soul kiss that bound them and carried her into the bedroom. Then, in a flurry of fingers, they were undressing each other until both rec-lined nakedly, his suit and her flimsy negligee lying in a forgotten heap at the foot of the bed.
"Oh, John ... John!" she panted excitedly, her slender fingers groping for his now-rigid penis. "Make it good, darling! Make it last!"
The young accountant's hands were roving hungrily, greedily, over Toby's trembling vulnerable nakedness, cupping and squeezing the fullness of her golden breasts, searching with lewd intent between her quivering legs for the passion-moistured opening of her vagina.
"Oh, God, yes, John! Yes, like that!" she moaned, flinching in spite of herself at her hotly aroused husband's brutal attack of her defenseless loins.
Quickly now, the young accountant rolled his lean form over on top of his squirming, yet yielding young Eurasian wife's body, never stopping his digital assault. His middle finger still sawed viciously in and out of her dilating pussy while his thumb continued raking across her distended little clitoris, sending shivers of lust through her pleasure-racked body. He raised his free hand to one naked breast and lowered his head to the other. Cruelly, he squeezed and sucked at the luscious golden mounds, bringing excited mewls of pleasure gurgling in her throat.
"Yes ... yes, John, yes! Bite them! Hurt me!"
She'd never felt like this before, never been taken with such unquestionable authority, and it made her weak with excitement
"God, yes! Please hurt me!" she cried out in her masochistic delirium, as she continued to pump her hand up and down his throbbing, blood-engorged cock. "Treat me ... treat me like ... like a whore!"
His finger left her tender pussy then, and he raised his lips to kiss her once again. Then, she felt the lips of her cunt being spread wide apart, as, with his thumb and forefinger, he laid open for his assault the moist pink flesh of her vaginal channel.
"Are you ready, doll?" he choked out above her. "Are you ready for the fucking of your life?"
"Oh, yes, John! Oh, God, yesssss!"
John entered her quickly, brutally, and to the finch-causing hilt. Toby, by now possessed with a hunger that surprised even herself, took every lust-stiffened inch of his long hard cock with clasping eagerness. Oh, God! she screamed mutely. Ifs ... it's almost as if he were raping me!
Her young accountant husband rocked above her wide-splayed thighs, rocking in and out of her glove-like sheath with short, smooth strokes, and Toby's body began to react of its own volition, surrendering completely to the wanton thrills that surged incessantly through her naked golden flesh. The knowledge of her complete surrender, impressed upon her psyche, was bringing even greater thrills of excitement to her helpless belly as she became aware of his deeper, more forceful thrusts into her now fully aroused vagina.
Her whole body responded to him with a squirming wantonness that snapped his lustcrazed mind. Dropping his head again, the handsome young husband-ravisher's mouth sought her lips and he kissed her feverishly, thrusting his tongue deep into her sweet-tasting mouth to be sucked. Then, with a wild depravity of her own, Toby began to grind her smoothly flaring hips up to meet him in a lewd and rhythmic cadence to his plunging rod of flesh.
Her face was contorted with the intensity of her passion, her almond-shaped eyes were glassy, her dainty nostrils flared, her breath coming in short, jerky pants, as she pounded her pelvis against him in the age-old ritual of sex. She suddenly realized, in her rapturous state of mind, just what she had been denying herself ... and John. It was magnificent ... lying there on her back with her pussy stuffed almost painfully with her man's huge pulsating member. If only she had known!
Moving with him now, sliding her eager young vaginal madly up and down on his throbbing hot shaft, she found the intensity of her sensations multiplied, and she wanted to give back of this as much as she was receiving. Oh, dear God! she thought. It's ... it's utterly fantastic! Let ... let it go on ... forever ... his huge cock ... fucking me ... fucking me ... fucking ... FUCKING!
Damn, she's a real firecracker! John thought to himself as he felt the building sensuousness of his raven-haired wife's body responding so fervently under him, and he realized that there was yet one thing left to do to her!
He reached down, smoothing his hand over her satiny undulating buttocks, his questing finger searching out the defenseless little ring of her anus. Finding it, he dipped his outstretched digit into the viscous vaginal moisture running down from the cock-stretched opening above, and then moved his finger back to her pucker nether entrance. He felt her breath being sharply indrawn at the shock of his finger mercilessly pressing against the tiny circle of her wrinkled brown anus. "Now you're really going to freak out, baby!" he promised, breaking their passionate soul kiss. "I'm going to shove my finger right up your pretty little ass!"
Toby had already guessed her husband's intentions, but his words were a new and further excitement to her flagrantly mounting passions. Yes! Why not that, too? Anything! Everything! The lovely young Eurasian bride wanted to be hurt ... to feel used ... any way ... until she pleaded for mercy!
"Yessss! Oh, God! Go ahead! I want you to do it! All the way, as far as it will go!"
She was overcome with the delicious pleasure-pain as John continued to push his invading middle finger hard up into her defenseless virginal rectum, forcing it roughly into the soft sponginess to the palm of his hand.
Toby was in an ecstatic agony. It hurt ... oh, Lord ... how it hurt. But there was an almost simultaneous deep sexual thrill as well-a heightened, sharper edge to her feelings of ravishment. Slowly then, she began to skewer herself down on his sadistically tormenting middle finger, straining at the same time to absorb even more of the thickly pulsing cock into her innermost depths.
Minutes passed, long, delectable sensuous minutes, and John knew that he was finally, completely, in control of her. He felt as though it were the first time that he'd actually fucked her, and he knew that he could go on indefinitely. And more, he knew that tonight his beautiful wife, Toby, would cum, too!
Toby also knew it, even as she matched her accountant-husband's every hunching stroke with a countering one of her own. Her heels dug into the small of his back as the combined thrills of the double assault she was receiving below turned her insides into a quivering mass of lust-incited submission. It felt good! It felt ... felt ... wicked!
Her mind became a babble of sexual fantasy that her traditional Chinese upbringing had forced her to keep suppressed for so long. She pretended that she was a whore ... a real working whore, and felt a respondent increased swelling in her already painfully distended clitoris. Then, intuitively, she knew that John would like to hear what she was thinking.
"Pretend I'm a whore, John. The lowest slut in creation!" she panted heavily.
A sudden quickening of the tempo of his plunging cock and finger driving up into her widespread loins served to tell her that her handsome young husband was intrigued with the idea.
"Is it true that Americans sometimes trade their wives?" she babbled. "If you could trade me, who would you choose, John?"
"I don't know," he grunted. "None ... none of our friends' wives do much for me."
Her mind rambled on. "Would you like to see some other guy make love to me?"
He'd never ever even entertained such a thought! "John?"
His cock swelled another quarter inch. "May ... maybe ... it ... it depends."
"Depends on what, John?"
What had he been saying about her never having a dirty thought? "It ... it would have to be just sex. I couldn't play no three-way love thing."
The lips of Toby's tight pink pussy seemed to be nibbling at him now, in their voracious viscid surrender. "Who, John?" she trembled. "Who would you like to see fuck me?"
FUCK! his mind screamed, as he increased still more his already bone-jarring thrusts.
He didn't even know she knew the word, and it excited him to hear it tumbling from her soft innocent lips.
"Who, John?" she persisted, as the idea sent butterflies aflutter in her quivering belly.
"Somebody ... somebody fat and ugly," he spat blindly, carried away by Toby's boundless enthusiasm. "Somebody like ... like Uncle Aaron!"
She, too, oddly approved of the bizarre Beauty and The Beast contrast of her and Uncle Aaron having sex together. "Oh, yes, John," she mewled as the idea began to grow on her, "that might be very nice!"
She clenched her eyes tightly and remembered Aaron's leering beady eyes peering out at her from his thick-jowled face over lunch. Eyes that sized her up like a delectable prime filet. Eyes that stripped the clothes from her naked golden body and made her shiver to her curiosity over what his penis might be like...."Oh, God, John . . . what ... what would you like to see Uncle Aaron do to me?"
John's cock flexed deeply up inside her. "Sexy things ... dirty things," he growled lustily.
"What kind of things, John ... John darling?"
"I'd like to see him fuck you in the ass!"
"Oh, but that would hurt ... hurt me, John!"
'"Yeah," he thrust. "Then he could make you get down on your hands and knees and suck his prick!"
"You ... you mean after it had been in my ... ass?" She was incredulous. She was thrilled. "MMMmmmyyyeeesss!" she blurted out, surprising even herself with the degree of response that the bizarre fantasy was creating within her. But then, before she had a chance to build upon the piquant daydream, it was there for her!
Toby tossed her short-cropped head wildly, her golden body jerking convulsively up against John's, as wave after mind-shattering wave of abdominal spasms accompanied by the spiraling rise to the heights of her orgasmic release. For a moment, everything seemed to stop; there was no reality but for the ecstasy of that sensual minute, as she came full circle to the fulfillment she'd sought. She was finally, undeniably, a woman.
Then, somewhere in another world, she heard herself, as she was transported into space, her voice unreal, screaming out her joy-"AAAaaauuuurrgghhh! OOOooohhhhh, my God! Oh, John, John, I'm ... I'm cuummmiinnnggggg!"
And John, jackhammering his pounding cock into her wetly clasping vagina, felt the violent tremors in her lithe young body, knowing that she was coming to her release at the same time as his own began deep in his loins, at the very roots of his cock. His semen began hosing through him in uninterrupted squirts of thick viscosity, jetting from the lust-bloated head of his penis to reach her farthest, most secret inner depths, overflowing her pussy and running back out to pool lewdly between her buttocks on the bed.
"Oh, God! I'm there!" he grunted, as he felt it pumping through him. "You've had it, baby! Daddy finally fucked you to a stand-still!"
John collapsed on top of her, his massive penis still perking as it ejaculated the final heated drops of his sperm deep up into her womb.
CHAPTER FIVE
Saturday morning began with a peal of thunder. And with it, squalling freshets of rain from the rocky Oregon coast to the snow-capped crest of the nearby Cascade Mountains. It was a cleansing rain that flushed the dust and the odor of saw mills from the city. Then, having performed this needed task, it would, with luck, be gone by noon-inviting the warming yellow sun to fill the void.
Aaron Caldwell awakened at a quarter past nine with a tremendous hard-on. As always, he reached down and gave it an affectionate squeeze through the thin material of his black silk pajamas before sitting up on the edge of the bed and squirming into his slippers. Quickly, he moved into the adjacent den and built himself his morning eye-opener-a Bloody Mary with an extra half-ounce of Smirnoffs hundred proof-at the small but adequately stocked wall bar. He shuddered as the hastily rendered concoction cut the cobwebs from his mouth, then glanced at his watch. "Ten-thirty or eleven, she said," the fat man muttered aloud. Then, with a smile and another loving rub at the bulge in his pajamas, "Looks like you won't have to wait long at all, boy!"
Hurriedly now, the portly middle-aged bachelor slipped into slacks and smoker, then scurried off to whip himself up some breakfast. If there was one thing Aaron Caldwell couldn't stand, it was cowing a pretty bitch on an empty stomach.
"Come in, come in, Miss Gore," the lecherous imposter-lawyer sparkled, "I've been expecting you."
Nancy Gore was taken somewhat aback at John's uncle's totally un-lawyer-like appearance. Below the balding crown of his head, the wolfish devouring eyes, and ingratiating sneer, there was an enormous pot belly stuffed so tightly into a faded red velvet smoking jacket that he resembled a bloated sausage about to explode from its casing.
"I ... I can't stay very long," the voluptuous blonde lied. "I have another appointment." It was obvious that she was intimidated by his girthful presence. Good. He liked that.
"Certainly, Miss Gore," he soothed, "I understand perfectly."
As Aaron turned to lead the way inside, Nancy fell in quickly at his heel. Well, she sighed, surveying the immense tastefully furnished interior, at least his place is nice!
A few minutes later they sat in the sumptuous sunken living room drinking Phoebe Snows.
"How long have you and John known each other?" Aaron focused on the subject at hand.
"Five years," she returned with a sip. "Say, this is good. What's in it?"
"Brandy ... Dubonnet ... a dash of Pernod ... you have lovely legs, Miss Gore."
Nancy buried herself in her drink and blushed. "Thank ... thank you, Mr. Goralski." She crossed, then recrossed her long legs embarrassedly, giving the hem of her short skirt a self-conscious downward tug. "You said something about a ... settlement?"
Aaron was pleased with her. Whatever shortcomings his parasitic young nephew might have, he was a proper judge of flesh. She was young, of course, and deliciously tall and slender. Her complexion was something between burnt-almond and peach and sparkled with soft superfine golden down. "Ah, yes, Miss Gore, the settlement!"
He continued to ogle her lecherously as she stared down at her feet and traced the rim of her glass with long red-lacquered fingertips. She was dressed provocatively in a powder blue, crushed velour mini-dress, with an empire waist he supposed was intended to conceal the growing life in her belly. A simple strand of pink pearls with matching earrings and a pair of open-toed white summer pumps completed her attire. A lush application of vermilion lip gloss and a smattering of gray eye shadow to accentuate her deep hazel eyes was the extent of her makeup. Her hair, shimmering with radiant golden highlights, fell softly to her shoulders from a simple center part.
"The settlement, Mr. Goralski?" she reminded him.
"Ah, yes," Aaron licked his heavy lips. "Well, my dear ... Perhaps I should clear the air a little by explaining that my name isn't Goralski. It's Caldwell. Aaron Caldwell. I'm John's uncle."
Nancy's pretty face pinched in confusion. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
Aaron leaned forward in his chair across from her. The smile on his heavy face remained, while the flesh around it twisted into a mask of ugliness. "Don't you, Nancy? Perhaps I should refresh your memory." The sudden intimidating tone of his voice caused the pregnant former girl friend to wince and shudder. "Have you ever heard the name Howard before?" It was a blind hunch, but he played his hand expertly.
"How ... Howard?" she flinched. "Howard ... Jordan?" He'd obviously struck a responsive chord.
"Yes," the wicked uncle pressed, "Howard Jordan."
Nancy's mouth fell open, her lips moving in a silent, "Oh, my God!"
"Let me fill the rest of it in for you, you conniving little bitch," Aaron sneered acidly. "This Howard Jordan knocked you up, and you've been blackmailing my gullible young nephew into thinking that the baby was his!" His lips were peeled back over his teeth in a blood-chilling grimace as he finished.
"How ... how could you know that?" the frightened Nancy managed bravely:
"Because, my pet, the usual procedure in this kind of situation is for the mother-to-be to bring a paternity suit against the alleged father ... not blackmail!"
The color drained instantly from Nancy's face. She felt like she was going to be sick. "I'm ... I'm still in love with John," she defended.
"Or you'll ruin his marriage and his career, and possibly send him to prison in the bargain, is that it?"
"Yes ... I mean, no ... I mean ... oh, God, I don't know what I mean." She was trembling uncontrollably, her beautiful hazel eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Aaron stood, then walked over to the sofa on which she sat and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. "The laugh's on you, sugar. John leveled with his boss about this thing and his boss, the understanding soul, was considerate enough to place a tap on John's phone."
She looked up at him fearfully. "Wha ... what?"
"If John goes to jail for embezzlement, then you go to jail for extortion. Do you understand?"
Nancy nodded in terror.
Aaron was ruthless. "Do you still have the five thousand?"
"Most ... most of it, Mr. Caldwell."
"How much is 'most of it'?"
"Four thousand."
Aaron appeared to soften a little, removing the hand from her shoulder and the leering smile from his rubbery lips. "You're a grand short. I'm not sure he'll go that much."
"You're not sure who'll go how much?"
Aaron thrust his hands in his smoker pockets and began to pace back and forth in front of her as if in deep concentration. "John's boss, Mr. England," he explained. "I talked to him over the phone just before you got here."
"And ... and?" Nancy trembled.
"He said if you were a good-looking piece, he might fuck you for part of whatever you happen to be short."
"He ... he did?" She sounded almost relieved.
"I'm afraid he won't go more than five bills, and that's only half of it." He turned to face her. It was then that she noticed the lump in his slacks. "I'm interested in my nephew's welfare," he added. "Perhaps ... perhaps you'd like to suck my cock for the difference?"
Nancy was stunned. In the space of a few minutes, she'd completely lost the initiative. "What ... what about the baby?" she stammered. "I'm too far along now to get an abortion!"
Aaron smiled indulgently. "That's between you and Howard what's-his-name. Right now, I've got a 'baby' of my own to worry about!"
Nancy's eyes dropped once more to the obscene bulge, and the menacing stain that darkened the material of Aaron's trousers where the head of his cock should be. "I ... I'd still have to give back the rest of the money?"
"I'm afraid so, dearie. But it still beats having your baby in jail, doesn't it?" His voice was crackling with lewdness.
"Yes," she nodded, her eyes unable to leave the ominous swell of John's uncle's penis. "I'll ... I'll do it."
"And the blow job?"
"Yes ... yes, that, too."
Unceremoniously, Aaron unzipped his fly, then reached inside the opening of his old-fashioned boxer shorts and pulled his fleshy swollen penis out into the open. "Good girl," he commented dryly, moving backwards to his chair. "Now come along and suck, for your baby's sake!" Then, as she got to her feet and moved towards his obscenely sprawled form, "What do you think of it, Nancy? Have you ever sucked a cock this big before?"
"It's ... it's huge!" she breathed above him, her knees bending slowly as she lowered herself between his legs. God ... John and Howard both have nice ones, but compared to this one, they were still little boys! And, oddly, despite the nature of the situation, the pregnant blonde beauty felt a responsive electric tingle in her loins at the mere sight of it.
His hand, engulfing the shaft, slid downward, drawing the heavy flap of uncircumcised foreskin with it, to reveal its bloated red-purple head. It looked angrily inflamed.
"Do you like it, Nancy?"
She gasped at its sleek nakedness as a little tremor of excitement thrilled icily up her spine.
"Do you like it, Nancy?" he repeated.
"Yes."
"Then suck his head, Nancy. Show him that you like him."
It was evil ... and dirty ... and wrong, to be doing this with a man old enough to be her father. It was also strangely exciting. She dropped the last few inches to her knees, the hem of her short dress riding halfway up the smoothly jutting moons of her dimpled ass to reveal her thin powder blue bikini panties. Then, leaning still closer, she dropped one hand and grasped the hardened penis tightly between her fingers, drawing back the foreskin in a teasing motion that brought a startled moan from his thick lips.
Her face was over Aaron's loins now and she continued the gentle skinning back and forth of his ever-hardening cock. Her lips were but a single inch away from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool tip with a maddening slowness.
"Oh, shit, suck it, you blackmailing little slut! What are you waiting for?"
Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the head of his cock. She circled it around the smooth, rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above her from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the glands at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping through from his rising excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erect prick and she cupped his soft, smooth testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand, she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the curly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips. She began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet, to bring herself to take it into her warmly wet oral cavity.
But Aaron could stand no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down with his hands, tangled them in her hair, and thrust his loins up with the strength of a bull. Nancy resisted for a moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft moist lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the stiff spongy substance rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat. She closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that which was filled by John's uncle's great fleshy rod, now protruding banana-like from her ovaled lips.
"OOOooohhh, you beautiful cunt, your mouth is like hot butter!" he blurted, beginning a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face. 'Tighten your lips and suck harder."
Obediently, his nephew's frightened, pregnant former girl friend did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used this way. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her oval-shaped lips. She sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in stormy seas over his pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a dirty whore, began to permeate her body as tingling submissive mewling sounds came from the lips locked tightly around Aaron's jutting cock. He was going to pump his lewd white seed into her very mouth ... until it ran from the corners of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.
Aaron, lying under her, held her head trapped tightly between his hands, his legs splayed out obscenely on either side of her kneeling form. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her sucking mouth, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his rigid flesh was swallowed down her constricting throat. Her long disheveled hair flowed over her head to lie in a soft pool on his round, hair-covered belly. Her firm, white titties danced and shook below her heaving chest as though they would pop right through the bodice of her dress.
Then, suddenly, the lecherous uncle leaned across her arched and quivering back to fumble with the zipper of her dress. Quickly, he peeled the dress down over Nancy's naked back and shoulders, leaving her massive braless breasts to quiver and dance beneath her now eagerly sucking torso. Satisfied, he sat back again on his meaty sweating haunches to survey his handiwork.
Nancy was partially naked now, presenting an even more delicious sight than had she been completely stripped of her clothing. Her nearly naked white buttocks, the edges of her misty nylon panties having slipped tightly up into the moistly perspiring crevice there, were almost as exciting as her melonous swinging titties as they hung down from her satiny chest, their turgid pink nipples tapping out their tingling pleasure on the raspy material of the chair cushion between the man's thighs.
Then, deliciously, at first by accident, and then on purpose, Nancy discovered the heel of her shoe. Quickly, she rocked back on the thick, leather-covered heel of one summer pump, letting its smooth warmth press into the cleft of her buttocks where the thin crotch of her panties was bunched, rocking forward and back on it in time to the cock fucking into her face as if it were a second cunt. She could feel it rubbing in her passion-slickened crevice in a maddening parody of a real penis as her hot little clitoris slipped hotly forward to meet it.
"Oh, suck it ... suck it ... suck ... suck ... suck!" the lewd fat man chanted above her sucking golden head. "Eat my meat! Suck my meat!"
She did, and more, the tip of her busy pink tongue dripping sweetly into the split in the end of Aaron's glans, her long-nailed finger milking and teasing the heavy sac that housed the testicles of the man who was old enough to be her father. Then, weirdly, she realized that the excitement of being forced to give head to her former boyfriend's uncle, combined with the imposing presence of the heel of her shoe, could, and would, drive her to completion. She would make it. She would cum!
Aaron began slamming forward powerfully, raising his sweaty buttocks high off the chair and thrusting with all his strength. He held Nancy's bobbing head still more tightly as she coughed and sputtered delightedly with each powerful instroke, and the lust-purpled head of his cock fucked rhythmically into her throat. He delighted in watching her tender, red-rimmed lips clasping eagerly now, around his turgid blue-veined shaft as her mouth muscles wearied and her warmly ovaled oral cavity became accustomed to the unnatural rape of her mouth. "Suck it, Nancy!" he boomed again. "Suck my big fat cock!"
Nancy licked and sucked at the fleshy member embedded in her mouth, creating a vacuum of lust that brought a low moan of delight from the fat man. She was salivating so much now that Aaron's leaking cock slicked back and forth almost effortlessly, tiny rivulets of drool trailing from the corners of her tightly ovaled lips to run down the rigid stalk and into the open fly of his trousers.
She sucked until her throat muscles ached with the strain. While below, she rocked the dripping slit of her vagina to and fro against the hard heel of her white shoe, letting it rub against the lust-stiffened blossom of her clitoris like a substitute little cock. The former girl friend licked around the quivering naked head of the middle-aged lecher's slimy sausage, knowing, instinctively, what was pleasurable to him, and what was not.
"My balls, too," he reminded. "Lick my balls!"
Obedient now to John's uncle's every whim, the masochistic young blonde raised her lovely sucking head from his pulsating organ to pay her tongue-felt homage to his prickly, sweaty scrotum while, behind her, the heel of her pump continued to rub in the desire-drenched slit of her pussy.
Aaron could feel the coffers of his dam straining with the imminence of his release then, and he grabbed a large handful of silken blonde hair and began to tug upwards. "Quick!" he bellowed. "Get your mouth back on my prick before I ruin my slacks!"
Still rubbing maddeningly against the obscene shoe, Nancy slipped her lush lipstick-coated lips back over the slippery head of Aaron's staff. She sucked. Once ... twice. Then, as quickly as it had all begun, she felt her mouth begin to fill with sperm.
"Oh, shit!" the fat man screamed. I'm CUMMING!"
At the same time, the sucking pregnant Nancy Gore could feel a gush of her own warm juices seep through, the bunched mess of her panties to anoint the heel of her shoe. She was cumming, too! And only the mouthful of what felt like a pint of semen kept her from crying out. God, the man was an absolute reservoir of the sticky stuff!
Desperately, thrilled to the very core of her being, Nancy sucked and swallowed to keep from gagging as her mouth filled and emptied at least a half-dozen times. She shivered lewdly one last time, as the swollen nipples of her breasts scraped over the edge of the chair cushion to hang like ripened fruit under her heaving chest It was over. Complete. Finished.
Aaron's thick, deflated prick slipped from her mouth, and he could see thin, sticky strings of his hot sperm still connecting her face to it even though it was now inches away from her lips. Her breathing was heavy and wet as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his heavy belly, her body limp like a doll, held in place only by the pressure of the shoe at the juncture of her thighs. Aaron strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep inside her, then released his hands from her hair as he felt himself deflating inside the obscenely flooded hole of her mouth.
Nancy slithered back until she rested on her haunches in front of the panting and exhausted fat man. "Was I good?" she queried, her hazel eyes sparkling mirthfully, her nose wrinkled up in a child-tease.
Aaron looked down at her over the heaving mound of his flabby stomach, and winked. "Nancy, my dear," he soothed, "you are a very talented young lady."
He could only hope his lovely niece-in-law would prove to be as willing a pupil.
CHAPTER SIX
Toby Caldwell stirred happily in her sleep, reaching out for the deeply snoring form of her husband, and snuggling warmly to his back. It was nearly noon, but the steady patter of rain against the sliding glass doors that separated their small and cozy little bedroom from the lanai overlooking the pool had a curiously soothing effect that belied the late hour. A gentle smile crossed her lips as she continued a pleasant childhood dream. It, too, had been a rainy day in June. But then, rainy days in June are more common than sunny days in June, in Hong Kong. It was during the Queen's Birthday celebrations, on Cotton Street, when she was fifteen, and his name was Sean Garrison of Her Majesty's Navy.
She'd taken the ferry over from her mother's Kowloon District apartment for the festivities with her cousin, Su Lin. Su Lin was two years older and knew Victoria District very well ... including the places to go to meet the handsome young sailors that poured in daily from half the world. An innocent adolescent fling, that's all, nothing more. But one of her mother's friends had spotted her holding hands with the handsome Cockney boy who had reminded her ever so much of early photographs of her dead father. Then, with a start that nearly awakened both her and her husband, John, she remembered her mother's reaction to her "sin."
"Whore!" her mother had screamed. "Dirty sailor whore!"
Toby tossed fitfully then, as the memory of her mother's wrathful admonishments echoed through her mind to spoil her dream. "But, mother," she had defended, "all we did was hold hands!"
Her mother's fury was boundless. "In public!" she had screamed. "Like ... like a common concubine!"
Toby tossed again. "But, mother, this is Hong Kong ... British Crown Colony ... we don't bind our feet here!"
"Nor your mouth," her mother shot back acidly, her hand flashing out in a stinging blow to the young girl's face.
Toby was stunned. In her entire young life, her mother had never struck her face. "Bitch!" she screamed back at her. "Have you forgotten that I am half European? How many Chinese girls my age have breasts as big as mine?"
Again her mother's hand shot out ... and again ... and....
"MOTHER!"
John Caldwell sat bolt-upright in bed. "Jesus Christ!" he stammered sleepily. "Was that you, Toby?"
Toby rolled over onto her back, beautiful dark eyes fluttering open to stare tearfully at her husband's handsome concerned face. "Hold me, John," she whispered coolly.
John took his trembling young bride in his arms and kissed her softly. Then, releasing her soft and succulent lips, "Toby, honey, if it's about last night, I'm sorry I-"
"Oh, no!" she corrected, forcing a small smile. "That was wonderful. I had an orgasm, you know!"
"I know."
"It was the first time!"
"I know."
She buried her face against his muscular shoulder. "John," she sobbed. "Do you think I'm ... a whore?"
"What?" He was incredulous. "You've got to be kidding!" His face broke into a Pepsodent grin. "You're probably the only twenty-two-year-old broad to get through her freshman year at O.S.U. with her cherry still intact!"
Toby snuggled closer and began to pluck at the sparse hairs of his chest with her long-nailed fingers. "Maybe that's just because I didn't know the right kinds of people," she teased.
John looked down at her and returned the warm and sudden smile that brightened her soft oval face, his thumb moving out to wipe away a straggling last tear. "Maybe," he said. "I love you, Toby."
"Oh, John," she snuggled. "I love you, too ... that's ... that's what scares me."
John looked puzzled. "What scares you?"
"Sex," she reddened. "I keep wondering what it would be like with other people."
John laughed. "Don't be silly, Toby! You just got married, you didn't go blind!"
"You mean ... there's nothing wrong with it?"
"Naw, not with looking, for Christ's sake!" Despite his rising sense of humor, John felt a responsive tingle in the head of his cock at the combined stimulation of his young bride's nakedness and the erotic confession tumbling from her lips.
"But I'm not talking about looking, John. I get excited just thinking about fucking other men!"
John's cock came fully erect against the softness of her abdomen. "You ... you do?" he managed through a mouth suddenly gone dry.
"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, her warm belly grinding smoothly against his penis. "Does that excite you?"
His balls churned. "The idea has merit," he confessed. "What did you have in mind?"
She ground her stiffening nipples against his muscular young chest. "Oh, I don't know ... maybe go out to a tavern some night when it's hot ... and get picked up."
"Tell me more," he breathed into her sleep-tousled hair.
She reached down boldly and placed her husband's hardening prong between her satiny golden thighs and began to rub lewdly back and forth. "Oh," she continued, "maybe we'd go for a ride in the country, and ... does that feel good, darling?"
"Oh, shit, yes! Go on!"
"And then we'd park ... and we'd put our hands in each other's pants and play with each other's things."
John could stand no more. Quickly, he rolled over on top of Toby and centered the head of his cock at the entrance of her dilated young cunt. The phone rang. Fuck it, he wasn't going to answer it
"Oh, John, yes! Fuck me!"
He stopped. What if it is Uncle Aaron? he thought
"Oh, John, don't stop! They'll call back!"
He reached for the receiver on the night stand. "Hel ... hello!" he answered, pretending to be calm.
"Good morning, kid," the sucked and showered uncle breathed into the phone with uncharacteristic cheerfulness. "I ain't breaking in on anything, am I?"
There was a hint of lewdness in his uncle's voice that the young husband didn't particularly care for. "What's the story, Uncle Aaron?" he queried softly behind a shielding hand.
Aaron cleared his throat. "Why don't you drop on over and we'll discuss it." It was more in the nature of a demand, than a question.
"Yeah, sure, Uncle Aaron. What say around...." He looked at the bedside clock. It was almost one o'clock. " ... two-thirty or three?"
Aaron was an impatient man. "What say around one-thirty or two!" he countered.
Despite the eagerly nibbling pressure of Toby's hungry pussy, John felt himself rapidly deflating. "One-thirty or two?" he echoed.
T don't stutter, boy!"
Aaron Caldwell was waiting in the den when John arrived at ten minutes before two that afternoon. As usual, he had an erection.
John took his assigned seat on the couch and sipped idly at his martini. He didn't like martinis.
He preferred Manhattans. "Well, Sir," he addressed his elder, "What's the verdict."
Aaron took a sip of his own drink. He wasn't crazy about martinis, either, but he mixed an occasional batch, anyway, just to keep in practice. "I've taken to the Gore girl," he smiled at last. "I think I can work out an equitable settlement." Actually he would have preferred an earthy red wine like Julienas Beaujolais ... or a dish of pineapple sherbet.
"How ... how equitable?"
"She won't bother you, anymore."
John smiled broadly. That was pretty fucking equitable.
"However," his-uncle continued, dropping his plastic smile, "Harry England isn't an easy man to con. I talked to him this morning and ... well, to be frank, he's seriously considering not only firing you, but pressing charges as well."
John's stomach turned a nauseous flip. "You ... you told him?"
Aaron sipped, then smacked his lips with an audible, AHHH! "I said, Harry's no fool. But I may have a way around him."
His nephew drained his glass. "You ... you do?" His voice was hopeful.
"I've been partners with him on enough deals when I was his stockbroker to know he's no angel himself," the uncle explained.
"Then ... you can fix it?"
Aaron leaned forward in his chair. "Well, boy, it's not quite that easy. We're not talking about a speeding ticket, you know."
John winced openly. "Yes, Sir."
"John, I'm going to level with you. I can smooth things over with England."
"Yes, Sir."
"And I can even replace the money you took in your little creative accounting endeavor."
John tried to swallow, but couldn't find the moisture. There was a sudden sinister quality to his uncle's voice that caused the fine hairs on the nape of his neck to bristle.
"But, John," Aaron continued, I'm frankly disgusted with your whole fucking attitude. You think the world owes you something?"
"No, Sir."
"Well, it sure the hell looks that way to me!"
Aaron got to his feet and approached his ashen-faced nephew with his hands thrust in his pockets to conceal the growing bulge in his smoker. "John, my boy," he sighed, pacing, "I think it's about time you learned you've got to pay your own way in this two-bit fuckin' world."
John blinked upwards in silence.
"I'm going to be very blunt with you, John. I'll take care of the Gore girl and Harry England, but you ... you have to pay a price for this service. Do you understand what I'm talking about, John? No, I repeat, no more free rides."
"How ... how much do you want, Uncle Aaron?"
Aaron threw his hands up in despair. "Don't be ridiculous. Does it look like I need money? Take a Goddamn look around you! Have you any idea what I paid for that couch you're sitting on?"
"What do you want, Uncle Aaron?"
Aaron calmed. "I want Toby ... for a week,"
* * *
Toby Caldwell had no idea of the nature of the business that had caused her handsome young husband to take off in such a hurry, but whatever it was, she didn't think it could be that important. Certainly it could have awaited a few more minutes. Idly, she drifted into the adjoining bathroom and began to fill the tub with steaming water. Perhaps, just perhaps, a hot bath would chase the dragons from her still-aroused young body.
Gently, she eased her naked golden body into the fluid comfort of the bubbly bathwater. It had been a trying morning. The pleasant dream deteriorating around the image of her mother's jeers and taunting face, the unrequited episode with John-everything seemed to be conspiring against her.
She stretched her slender legs out languidly in the tub and admired their sculpted loveliness. They weren't quite as long as many of the American girls' she knew. But then, she was, after all, only five-foot-one in her bare feet She soaped the washcloth and began to scrub her fragile arms, and stared with near-narcissistic satisfaction at her full round breasts jiggling with the motions of her washing. That's where it counts! she mused, deeply proud of the fact that-thanks to her White Russian father-her breasts were at least a match for those of her Western sisters.
Lovingly, she soaped their golden perfection, using her bare hands in lieu of the rough washcloth. Immediately, she felt her berrylike umber nipples perk up against her gently probing fingers. Then, weighing them in her soapy hands, she smiled softly and whispered, "Uh-Oh, growing again!" Indeed, she was on the verge of skipping from a B to a C cup, as she has passed from A to B two years before.
Almost reluctantly, Toby's hands left her breasts and smoothed lightly over the velvet softness of her lower torso, stopping at the narrowness of her hand-span waist as she sucked in her breath to see how tiny she could make it. Her delicate fine-boned fingers traced down further to the barely discernible rise of her abdomen and the sparse wedge of raven-black pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. She straightened her legs then, resting her narrow heels on the edge of the tub on either side of the faucet, careful not to wet her crisply sweeping jawlength hair. She was proud of her crowning glory, too. Everyone said it looked so attractive-framing her small, pertly featured face almost pixylike. Then, perhaps inevitably, Toby's searching hand found her pubic mound.
Almost idly, she began to entwine her fingers in her downy pubic thatch, thrilling as the sharp tip of one nail scraped lightly over the still-swollen bud of her clitoris. Oh, God! her mind fused instantly. I wish John would hurry and get back from Uncle Aaron's... !
* * *
"Well, boy, what's it going to be? Jail, or your wife?"
John was trembling visibly. He'd heard his uncle plainly, but he couldn't quite believe it Was he serious? Or was this all some kind of bizarre joke?
"Well?" Aaron pressed.
"Are ... are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious! You think I'd joke about something like this?"
Uncle Aaron wasn't much of a joker. "But ... why Toby?"
"I just want to fuck her for a week, boy. You can have her back!"
"Jesus Christ, Uncle Aaron, what am I supposed to fucking tell her, for fucking Christ's sake!"
"Don't tell her anything. Just tell her she's going to spend a week here while you're out of town on business."
"What kind of business?"
"You'll think of something."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Toby's entire pelvic region was sticking above the waterline of the tub, as she arched her body upwards to reach the stiffly probing slenderness of the long-nailed middle finger slithering so deliriously into her still-aroused vagina. "Oh, that feels gooood!" she mewed. "I guess I'm just a little whore at heart, after all!"
In her highly agitated state, she supposed it wouldn't take long to bring herself to completion-especially after the night before, since she now knew what to expect. Her finger dipped busily in and out in an ever-increasing tempo of unpented emotion. She loved fucking-God, did she ever! What would another man's penis feel like up in me? she blushed-thinking to herself. Would it be all wrinkled and gnarled and stiff?
Would it cum lots and lots? Her free hand found her breasts again, as she arched her slender golden body still further out of the sudsy bathwater. She could feel her copiously flowing juices beginning to. trickle into the shimmering pale crevice of her ass. "Fuck!" she hissed aloud, rolling the obscene word off her trembling lower hp like a forbidden candy. "Fuck!"
Another slender finger joined the first, churning her fresh little pussy into a virtual froth. In and out, the brace of fingers fucked, pressing almost viciously into her soft and yielding sweet flesh ... flesh as pink and delicate as a rabbit's ear ... in and out ... in and out.
"Mind if I join you?"
God, it was John! And she hadn't even heard him come in! "Hi, darling, I was just taking a bath, and...."
"And you thought you might as well fingerfuck yourself while you were at it?" he finished for her.
Toby flushed hotly, attempting to withdraw her lust-slickened fingers with as little fanfare as possible. John, still leering down at her from the doorway, was smiling like the Cheshire cat. And, his eyes were all glassy-looking. "A girl has to keep herself clean there, too, doesn't she?" she explained. It was obvious that her handsome young husband had been drinking again. Her voice softened a little. "How much have you had, John?"
John stepped quickly inside the steamy bathroom and shut the door behind him. "Oh, just a couple of 'martoonies' at unc's place."
"How much?"
"And three or four schooners of Blitz at Moore's Country Grocery." He was loaded.
"Oh?" She re-soaped the washcloth and pretended to scrub her slender legs as she eased back down into the tub. "What ... what was your business with Uncle Aaron about?"
John's smile dissolved instantly as his alcohol-befuddled mind tried to calculate an acceptable explanation. "He ... he wants to screw you, Toby," he managed.
"Oh, I know that," she countered. "What was your business about?"
John looked confused. What was he supposed to tell her? "Uh, well ... you're supposed to stay over at his place for a week while I'm out of town on business."
"What business?"
T don't remember." Somehow, he felt like he was fucking it up.
Toby pulled the plug, then stood and began to towel herself off. John blinked nervously as he sat down on the lid of the toilet seat and fumbled for a Pall Mall.
Finally, Toby looked up and dimpled prettily. "Go on," she said.
"With what?" Jesus, his head was pounding. "I mean ... oh shit!" He lit his cigarette with trembling hands. "You remember that fight we had right after we got married?" He began at the beginning. "Well, I fucked Nancy Gore." He finished in the middle.
Toby stopped toweling the satiny leg she'd propped up on the edge of the tub in her nakedness. "You're not making any sense, John."
He supposed he wasn't. He'd try it again. "Well," he sighed, "we had the fight...."
"You haven't lost me yet."
"Then I took off."
Toby resumed her toweling. "Go on."
"Well, there was this chick I used to go with...."
"Nancy Gore?"
"Yeah."
"You told me about her before."
"I took her out and screwed her."
Toby could feel the lips of her vagina flare slightly. "Was she any good?"
John's bloodshot eyes blinked incredulously. Was the whole Goddamn world going fuck happy? "I mean, after we had the fight, Toby. After we were married!"
"Was she any good?"
"No ... not as good as you," he admitted.
Toby began to towel the other leg, with loving gentle pats that made her skin tingle, adding pinkish highlights to her naked golden complexion. "Thank you, John," she responded without a hint of guile. Then, with a warm smile, "Finish your story."
"You're sure you want to hear this?"
Toby nodded vigorously, her dark eyes flashing with a sudden mischievousness.
"Well, it was just the one time," he continued surreptitiously, "but that dumb bitch said I knocked her up ... and she wanted five thousand dollars to keep her trap shut so she wouldn't tell you."
"And?"
"And I took out of the quarterly operating fund. I stole the fucking money!"
"Oh, my! You did that for me, John?"
John nodded dumbly.
"You must really love me."
John nodded dumbly. "That's not the half of it. She wants another ten grand."
"Oh, my!"
"No, shit. But ... but Uncle Aaron says he can take care of it, if...."
"If what, John?"
"If I let him play 'house' with you ... for a week!"
"Okay."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was only a short hop from her apartment to Uncle Aaron's house, but it gave Toby time to mull over the situation and to decide she liked it. She couldn't quite put her finger on the reason she felt as she did, but she did know, beyond any question of doubt, that she was infinitely excited by the mere thought of delivering herself to her husband's uncle so that he could use her sexually in any manner he chose. It was like all her adolescent masturbatory fantasies come true. She was a woman now, made to be fucked-by any and everybody she chose. And, as the cab meandered through the glittering rain-slickened streets, her hand crept half-consciously beneath the hem of her leather skirt to rub and pinch the moistening flesh of her pussy through the thinly clinging nylon of her panties. What will Uncle Aaron be like, considering the circumstances? she wondered. What will his cock be like? Will it be fat and ugly, like the man himself?
The taxi glided to a smooth halt in front of Aaron's imposing suburban townhouse. "Is this the place, Lady?" the smiling young driver grinned into the rear-view mirror.
Toby watched the tail lights of the cab until they disappeared completely from view before, turning her attention to the house, and the mysteries that lay therein. She felt the sprinkling feel of the misting rain against her innocent face, and an exhilarating flush passed over her delicate Eurasian features. The minute I step inside that, she smiled, is the minute I become a whore!
* * *
Taking a seat in an overstuffed chair at the opposite end of the room from the imposing Victorian fireplace, Toby studied her surroundings while Uncle Aaron shuffled off to the bar. The house was huge, and badly in need of a thorough cleaning. The once-beautiful Oriental rug on the oiled parquet flooring was badly soiled, and the whole place had the dank smell of a museum. Aaron Caldwell didn't like a lot of domestic help around sticking their noses where they didn't belong.
"What do you think of my humble little abode?" Aaron called cheerfully from the bar.
"It's a super house," she responded as always to the inevitable question.
"Most of my friends think it's positively decadent."
How true, Toby snickered under her breath.
Aaron was standing in front of her then, with a glass of some greenish-looking stuff in either hand. "Here we are my dear," he said, extending one glass to her while sipping lightly at his own.
"What is it?" she queried suspiciously.
"Chartreuse. Or to be precise, the seldom exported elixir vegetale variety. It's made by a group of Carthusian Monks from something like one-hundred-thirty different herbs. Those of us who know it tend to be quite passionate about its qualities."
Toby held her glass to the light of the fireplace, checking its color as if she knew what she was doing. Then, pleased with its appearance, she took a moderately hearty sip. It tasted slightly bitter, then cool and a little sweet on the tip of her tongue. "It's strong ... but good!" she said, smacking her lips.
"Take it a little easy, dear. It's a formidable one-hundred-thirty-six proof."
"Really?"
Aaron took a seat opposite her on the long sectional couch. "Really!" He continued to ogle his pretty niece-in-law openly, his eyes passing from the crowning glory of her simply parted, flowing hair to the bulge of her surprisingly large breasts tinder the primly tailored navy blue sailor's shirt she was wearing about the ultra-mini white leather skirt. He paused momentarily to feast on the panty-hose-covered expanse of her shapely lower thighs before passing on to her open-toed red patent pumps. "You have lovely legs,"-he said flatteringly.
"Thank ... thank you ... Uncle Aaron."
His eyes returned to her face. There was only the faintest hint of pale pink lipstick on her lips, a thoughtfully applied skip of eyeliner over her eyes, and the slightest whisper of green eye shadow to accent her natural, healthily glowing complexion. Radiant was the word that came to his mind. "As a matter-of-fact, Toby, you're easily one of the most beautiful young women I've ever set eyes on."
"Flattery will get you everywhere!" she smiled responsively, then blushing as she remembered, numbly, her reason for being there in the first place. "I ... I mean...."
Aaron felt his penis stir slightly under his smoking jacket. She was a little frightened. Good, he liked that. "Would you like me to freshen that for you?" he asked, nodding toward her drink.
"Plea , t . please," she mewed meekly. Oh, God, I hope I can do it!
She stared at his curving back as he plodded towards the bar in his tattered house slippers, taking in the very aura of decadent wealth he seemed to purvey. She thought back to a time when she and her cousin Su Lin had become interested in reincarnation, and with typical adolescent glee, used to try to pick out what people had been in their former lives by their features and manners. What would have Aaron Caldwell been ... a toad?
"Thank ... thank you, Uncle Aaron," she smiled timidly up to his gleefully smiling face, as he stood in front of her with the freshened drink. Then, as he continued to stand there, unblinking and unmoving, she felt a tremor of fear chill her spine. Nervously, she cast her eyes downward, staring blankly at the frayed cuffs of the slacks he was wearing under his smoker, and the scuffed toes of his slippers. "It's ... it's fine, Uncle Aaron. The drink, I mean."
Somewhat reluctantly, Aaron withdrew to his seat. He had made his presence felt, that was the important thing. There would be time enough to scare her a little more, when the booze had numbed her resistance and made it more challenging.
"John ... John said you could help him?"
"Ah, yes. Well, we needn't bother with that. If you are cooperative-and I'm certain you'll be cooperative-there shouldn't be any further complications. Did he tell you about my penis?"
Toby's jaw slackened in surprise. Then, finding her wits, she drained half of her renewed drink in a single gulp.
'It's extremely large," he continued calmly, savoring the cat-and-mouse situation to its fullest "Long, and very, very thick."
The liquid in Toby's glass began to ripple to the shaking of her hands. Straighten up, Goddamn it! she chided herself. He's a little, weird, but you can handle him. Hell, he's only a little bigger than you are!
"Toby?"
"Excuse me?"
T thought I'd lost you there for a minute."
"I'm okay," she replied bravely, with a toss of her head. "Just a little tired, I guess."
Aaron grinned at her lewdly. "Not too tired to remember why you're here, I trust."
"Oh, no!" she blurted self-consciously. T re ... remember." She drained the final ounce from her glass.
"Why are you here?" he persisted cruelly.
"For you to ... fuck."
He tipped his own glass then, his eyes never straying from her face as he drank. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, finishing. "I want to see what you look like naked."
An icy tremor of fear gripped her stomach then, even as she stood in response to his command. Yet, there was something else, too-a certain indefinable tremor in her lower abdomen that bordered on nausea, but somehow thrilled her as well. Slowly, fortified by the soothing green liquid and raw determination, the pretty young bride began to unbutton the front of her blouse. Aaron watched her in silence, the only sounds being those of the crackling fire and the patter of rain on the windows.
"Well," she smiled, turning nakedly in front of him. "Do I please you, Uncle Aaron?"
Aaron studied her for a long moment over the rim of his glass before grunting his approval. Then, rising from his own seat on the couch, he walked over to the fireplace and began to stir the coals with a poker. "I think I liked you better with your shoes on," he said matter-of-factly.
Obediently, Toby sat back down and put her stack-heeled pumps back on her slender feet, then crossed them provocatively. She was forced to admit that the red leather, indeed, contrasted beautifully with her naked golden flesh, and the beginnings of sexual interest began to re-kindle her curiosity about her uncle-in-law. She wondered if he could possibly be as big as he bragged ... and if he was, could she take it? Secretly, she felt it might be fun to try. There was something in his creepy brand of charm that titillated her ... down there. He was so decadent and depraved-sounding!
Aaron returned to the couch. "Do you like to fuck, Toby?"
Boy! she laughed inwardly, regaining some of her former courage. He certainly gets right to the point! "Yes," she returned candidly. "Very much, as a matter-of-fact."
"Have you done much?"
Her face reddened a little in embarrassment. "Only John ... but he says I'm very good at it."
"I'm sure you are," Aaron smiled menacingly. "Do you like porno, too?"
"Like what?"
"Porno. Pornography."
"I ... I've never really seen any," she admitted.
Aaron could feel his balls churning in anticipation. Christ! The little bitch is practically a cherry! His eyes raked her lush nakedness, and he felt a few tiny beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead. "Would you like to see some, Toby?" he pressed.
Toby could feel the petal-like lips of her nakedly exposed vagina flower open slightly at the lewd suggestion. Yes! she would like to see some pornography. She'd always had a yearning to see what pornography was like, but of course a mother like hers ... and John ... always treating her like a child ....
She nodded her head in acquiescence.
"Good, let's go upstairs to my little playroom, then!"
A delicious feeling of naughtiness swept over Toby as she mounted the stairs just ahead of her husband's uncle. She could almost feel his eyes on her dimpling buttocks, like those of a butcher inspecting a side of pork. Then, as they neared the top, his hands were touching her there, caressing with lingering delight, squeezing her pliant asscheeks with his steely, talon-like fingers. "I like the way your ass moves when you walk, Toby," he complimented. I'm going to enjoy rubbing my cock between your cheeks!" They reached the landing then and Aaron, stepping quickly around her, produced a key from the pocket of his smoking jacket and hastily unlocked a massive wooden door. "There's an old woman who comes in once in a while to do the cleaning," he explained, "and I have a young fortune tied up in this room."
The first thing to strike Toby's startled eyes was, of course, the bed. It was enormous, and round, and covered with a rich-looking fur of some type. On trembling legs, she moved toward it, reaching down to touch its soothing softness with the tips of her fingers. "Tasmanian opossum," he smiled proudly, stepping behind her to caress the globular whiteness of her proud young buttocks once again.
"It's ... it's beautiful!" she stammered. "So soft!"
His gripping fingers left her ass then, sliding smoothly up her sides to the breasts that dangled hugely under Her slightly bent torso. "Like you, Toby."
A sudden thrill of wickedness passed through Toby's naked body then, as she realized she was going to be fucked in the gorgeous bed. Subconsciously, she eased her buttocks back against the straining length of Aaron's cock which he had begun rubbing against the cheek of one satiny buttock. Even through the material of his smoker, she could feel his hugeness and it both terrified and fascinated her. "You ... you can fuck me right now if you want!" she offered graciously.
He released her then, walking to the head of the bed and folding down the spread. "Not right now, child," he said. "I still have a lot to show you." He took her hand by the wrist and rubbed her fingers across the gold sheets he had just bared. "Ever feel anything like these?"
"My God!" her mind exploded. "They're so smooth and cool ... almost cold! Are they satin?"
"Silk. Pure imported silk."
"God! They must be very expensive!"
"A king's ransom, my dear. And second-hand, at that."
She blinked at him in uncertainty.
T bought them from a genuine Arab sheik," he continued. "He assured me that upwards of a thousand girls have been fucked on them." He flipped the spread down then, pointing with glee to a large, rust-colored stain in the center of the bed. "Apparently it was the first time for many of them!"
Oh, my God! she screamed silently in horror, as her eyes rested on the stain. He ... he's insane!
Suddenly, he released her. She stood up straight then, rubbing her wrist tenderly. "I didn't mean to frighten you, my dear," he grinned soothingly.
Toby's knees felt as if they might buckle at any moment. She had never been so frightened of anyone or anything in her life. She could hardly believe it was the same uncle who came over so frequently for lunch!
Then, he was standing in front of her with another drink in his hand, extending the glass towards her, threateningly. "Your week will likely go much smoother," he leered, "if you cooperate fully ... do you understand?"
Toby nodded her head. What could he possibly want with me? I've already told him he could fuck me!
"Good. Now about that pornography...."
She swallowed tightly as she accepted the goblet of greenish liquor. She downed it eagerly now, as Aaron spun on his heels and ambled towards the wall-size book case where she presumed he kept his collection of filth. The Chartreuse burned against the revolting bile rising in her throat, but it numbed and chilled her as well, and she hoped it would be enough to see her through whatever ordeal might lie ahead.
"Here we are," she heard him chuckle from the far side of the room, "the illustrated works of the Marquis de Sade ... Juliette, Volume One."
She sighed deeply, lost in the helplessness of the situation, but thankful for the pounding in her temples that signaled that the liquor was at last beginning to at least take some effect. What the hell is there to worry about? she consoled herself. John knows where I am!
"The Marquis was an ardent sodomist, my dear. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
Toby could only stare down at her shameful, and except for the highheeled red pumps, complete nudity. Her eyes drifted blurily to the thick, black wool carpeting that covered the floor and the remaining three walls of her plush prison. Above, the high ceiling was completely covered with mirrors adjusted at varying angles to accent the activities on the circular bed.
"I asked you a question, Toby!"
"You're sick!"
Moving quickly back to the bed, Aaron's hand darted out in rage to grab a handful of raven hair, forcing her head back while his other hand shot forward, slapping her viciously on either cheek. A look of unbridled lust crossed his grotesque features, the front of his smoker poling out lewdly in his mounting excitement.
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Uncle Aaron," she mewed meekly, fear and revulsion knotting her stomach, her own hand going up protectively to cover her face.
Aaron Caldwell's breath was coming labored now, as he felt his balls churning in sadistic excitement. Viciously, he yanked her head back even further, leaning downward, his lips locking against hers in a passionate, tongue-thrusting kiss.
Sick to her stomach, but frightened beyond further resistance, Toby permitted his slippery tongue into her mouth, allowing him to probe and salivate at will. Yet, even in her compromised position she felt the renewing of sensual arousal in her genitals. Her nipples began to stiffen. Her clitoris began to slip wetly forward, making contact with the prickly soft fur of the bedspread. Oh, God, yes! I am a whore ... as surely as if I were bought and paid for-his to use as he likes! Her slender golden thighs parted slightly then, and she reached out to take his hand, guiding it to the rapidly moistening slit between her legs, urging his thick fat finger inside her, feeling the tender interior walls of her vagina parting and caressing. Whore ... Whore ... Whore!
Then, abruptly, he pulled away from her, standing, and stripping quickly out of his trousers. "Roll over on your belly," he instructed flatly, "and read the book."
Toby lay on her stomach, her torso raised from the bed and braced by her elbows, her hands busily opening the leather-bound volume he'd so hastily tossed beside her in his rage. Her high-set, full round breasts hung forward, their pale brown nipples hardened in her excitement, lightly brushing the silken surface of the sheets mere inches from the evil stain that had sickened her only moments before. "Kneel up."
She got to her knees then, as all resistance melted from her body. In a way ... in some weird, unfathomable way ... she was beginning to enjoy the rough treatment he was subjecting her to. She opened the book.
The bed sagged then, as she felt his weight behind her on the bed, his knees straddling hers on either side. He ran his hands through the silken wealth of her shiny blue-black hair, his eyes devouring the smooth, creamy golden skin of her back that narrowed into the little-girl waist, then flared out only slightly into enticingly rounded hips. Her perfectly tapered thighs were touching primly, and her lower legs were bent slightly at the knee so that her tiny feet hung over the edge of the bed. He was still wearing his smoking jacket, but it was beginning to part around the rearing head of his now fully erect penis.
"Just look at the pictures, Toby. I'll let you borrow the fucking book later if you want to read the text."
Toby flipped a few pages until she came to a full page drawing of a couple making love in the conventional manner. It was beautifully drawn in the style of the old masters, and she didn't feel the least offended by it. It was almost pretty.
"They get more interesting as they go along," her husband's uncle cackled lewdly, looking at the pictures over her shoulder. "I think somebody just put that one in there for a joke."
She could feel his hands on her buttocks then, parting them slightly, and she could only pray that he would allow her enough time to prepare herself before trying what she feared most ... being fucked in the ass. She flipped a few more pages. There was another full-page illustration done in the same meticulous manner as the first, but infinitely more detailed. It was a couple performing a frenzied sixty-nine, and though she knew what it was, she'd never actually seen it before, even if it were only a drawing. The man's cock appeared to be embedded about half-way down the woman's throat, and the expression on her face was one of pure lust!
"You ever suck cock before, girl?" Aaron purred behind her, his hands never ceasing their mauling of her ass. "Or has anyone eaten your pretty little pussy?"
Toby's eyes dropped to the portion of the picture that showed the man's tongue buried lewdly in the woman's vagina, and felt a responding twitch in her own loins. "No," she answered.
Aaron smiled wickedly. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that situation!"
She could feel his heavy breath on the upper halves of her globular buttocks then, kissing one cheek and then the other with almost fetishistic appreciation. "Your ass is so beautiful," he swooned. "Just made for sucking and fucking and spanking and all of life's pleasures."
She could feel goose pimples rising on her tender backsides then, as she continued to kneel slavishly in front' of him, exposing them in their glistening whiteness to his every lewd whim. "I'm ... I'm glad you like it," she stammered breathlessly.
She turned to another picture. This one, as she had feared, depicted an act of sodomy between a very young girl, and a lecherous looking individual in the garb of a laborer of the day. Again the painstaking attention to detail. Again the look of unbridled lust on the face of the female.
The uncle's tongue was into play now, tracking tiny concentric circles over the entire upper halves of her buttocks, occasionally dipping into the crevice that separated them. His hands gripped her upper thighs firmly, so that she felt as if she were trapped in a vise.
"A fascinating book, hmmm, Toby?"
His pretty Eurasian niece-in-law could only grunt her agreement as, suddenly, she began to tremble with strange sensations, a wave of mixed emotions spreading through her ... shame, humiliation, and anger, blended with the irrepressible physical needs of her recently aroused body. Her loins tingled at Aaron's grotesquely reverent fondling of her buttocks, and though she didn't hate or despise him for what he was doing, she held fast against complete, uncompromising surrender. His obvious lust frightened her still, repelled her, and the fact that he was virtually forcing his own peculiar tastes upon her caused rage and humiliation to seize simultaneous control momentarily. Yet, she couldn't ignore the resurrected tingling sensations that he'd revived and sent racing vibrantly over her whole body as he continued to caress her firm golden ass.
"Turn the page! Turn the page!"
Christ, what a delicious creature! Aaron thought. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this little bitch was without a doubt the most beautiful, and the most desirable. Even that delightful Gore girl, who had blown him so expertly after breakfast, paled in comparison to the at-once soft and voluptuous beauty of his nephew's bride. John must be an even bigger fool than I thought, to go along with this!
Toby's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her palpitating naked buttocks, occasionally pinching them and nipping lightly with his plastic teeth. Then, she felt the worming hot wetness of his tongue again, burrowing deeply into the glistening cleft of her soft, quivering behind ... and finally licking from the bottom of the smooth, white crevice to the top, dipping almost imperceptibly into the hollows of her cunt and asshole en route. Hastily she flipped forward a few pages in the book.
"That's a good one," she heard her husband's uncle chortle menacingly behind her. "What do you think of it?"
She blinked disbelievingly, "It's positively ... obscene!"
"What's the matter, girl? You never seen a girl sucking cock before?"
"Not like that, I haven't!"
"And how about the size of that guy's cock ... the one that's fucking her in the ass. Bet you've never seen a prick like that before, either."
"Nobody could be that big!"
"Wanna bet?"
Then, without warning, he was doing it again, his tongue flickering out like that of some garden variety beastie, lapping at her helplessly exposed genitals from behind.
"God, what are you doing back there?" she wiggled delightedly back to his worming tongue. "It feels so ... so wicked!"
Slowly, deliberately, the balding, pot-bellied, middle-aged man spread the fleshy lips of her vagina apart with this thumbs. She could feel his warm breath against her there, and the scraping of his evening growth of whiskers against the tender inner flesh of her buttocks.
Toby could only moan and twitch under him then, as his spiraling oral digit began to make flitting contact with the erectly seeping pink bud of her distended clitoris. It was absolutely electrifying to her, and he sensed the movement of her beautiful head, bobbing up and down as his tongue shot out again, its smoothly lapping tip circling the quivering rigidity of her nervous center. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner pussy lips into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his hands returned to their former vise-like grip on her upper thighs.
She was lost ... lost! She was destroyed forever, and she knew it! She was nothing but a dirty little whore now ... fust as her mother had predicted ... a whore who let a dirty old man do things to her body she wouldn't permit her own handsome husband of three months to do!
She groaned huskily from deep in her throat while the probing tip of Aaron's thick tongue worked its way up and down the length of her slit. The book was forgotten now, as she clenched her eyes tightly against the tumultuous upheaval in her loins. She felt his hands gripping her tighter, and his breath, coming hot and heavy, in short bursts against the moist interior softness of her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity of her own rising animalism as he flicked his tongue out suddenly into the tightly puckered little hole Of her anus. Again, she succumbed to the inevitable extension of his ardor for her hinder parts, melting against his lewdly sucking face, squirming back on his thick little tongue.
Truly, he had aroused the wanton bitch in her! If there had been any shame or humiliation left in her, it had been dissipated when he'd thrust his evil tongue into her asshole. She never wanted him to stop ... never, never!
But he did stop, and as abruptly as he had begun he was releasing her, kneeling back on his heavy haunches to catch his breath, seemingly oblivious to her constant mewling urges for him to continue, while her lovely moonlike ass waved salaciously back at him. Then, quickly, he was on his feet, reaching around her to retrieve the lewd book before she could utter a further cry of protest. "Well, so much for French literature. I think it's time to get down to business, don't you?" It was a question that required no response.
He gave Toby a playful slap on the buttocks, then hurried to a secret drawer in the bookcase, pausing enroute to replace the book in its chosen slot
"Are you going to fuck me now, Uncle Aaron?" , He turned to face her again, and she could only stare disbelievingly at the tent-like bulge poking out against the front of his smoking jacket. It was absolutely huge! "In a moment, yes," he responded. "But first, I have a little surprise to arrange for you."
Toby, shiveringly aglow with sensation, could only remain in position for the short while that Uncle Aaron was away from the bed. She had no idea of where he was going, or why, but she did know that she had to be fucked soon or die!
"Oh, God! Hurry!" she wept into the vicious red stain under her face. "I've got to be fucked ... now!"
"What do you think of this, Toby, my dear?"
Toby raised her head and turned her face in the direction of the voice. She felt her heart rise in her throat at the sight she beheld. Aaron Caldwell, stealthily approaching the bed like a preying beast about to pounce upon its quarry, was fingering a thin black rubber sack-a prophylactic. Only this prophylactic was a very special one indeed, definitely not the kind a man would normally wear for protection while fucking.
It had an encircling red ring of hard rubber nubs on it, like the spikes of a big collar, all the way around it!
Aaron smiled wickedly at his obscenely postured neice-in-law, then parted his smoker and slowly began to slide the evil jacket over his massive, lust-purpled penis, stretching and smoothing it with practiced fingers in front of Toby's startled, bulging eyes.
Then, as he took the last few steps to the edge of the bed, she could see it even more clearly. It was horrible! And that collar-like ring of rubber grommets-in a girl's pussy-could be torturous ... especially when stretched over a penis of that magnitude! And, weirdly fascinating there was no tip over the bulging, squeezed-out cock's head-nothing to stop the spit of his sperms when it came!
"Oh, God, Uncle Aaron ... surely you're not going to-"
"Fuck you with this, my dear?" he completed. "You'd better believe it, Toby! And just the way you are now-you'll love it!"
Before the badly frightened young big-eyed girl could find the voice for further protest, Aaron was standing directly in front of her lovely oval face, working the rubber-encased foreskin over the shiny satin head of his penis. Mesmerized by the very vileness it represented, Toby sat transfixed, unable to find her voice even as he took her hand and guided it to the evil-looking enormity of his cock. My God! she sucked in her breath, ifs ... ifs absolutely monstrous!
She watched him skin the thick mane of foreskin back down over the enormous head of his penis, then up again in a milking motion that caused a tiny pearl of pre-coital syrup to pool in the hollow at its inflamed tip. It was long ... longer than John's by a full two inches, and half again as thick! "Oh, God ... no!" she moaned, burying her face into the cool silk of the sheets. T ... I can't!"
"Can't you my dear?" the evil middle-aged man urged as he clambered quickly behind her on the bed and began to rub its bloated head up and down her anal crevice. "Can't you?"
A knot of revulsion twisted deeply in Toby's belly. There was absolutely nothing on God's green earth she could do ... nothing!
Aaron bent down and kissed the goose pimpling flesh of her waist, then she felt the bulbous, blood-inflated head moving up and down, parting the soft black pubic hair around the palpitating lips of her cunt. Suddenly the small mouth of her throbbing vagina pressed open. The tight elastic entrance resisted momentarily, and she held her breath as the tip pressed forward, gasping from the pain of the cruel pressure. He liked the soft, mewling protests bubbling from her lips, and, with a wicked grin twisting his lips, he shoved a little further, causing his lovely niece-in-law to emit another long, low moan from deep within her throat.
"AAAaaauuuggghhh! Oh, God ... Uncle Aaron, it hurts ... it hurts!" she whimpered as the hugely bloated head pressed yet further against the snug, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim and she couldn't hold back her scream. Her heart was in her throat as she felt her thighs being split apart from the continual expanding of her tender outer labia. He was too big! He was going to kill her! .
Aaron could no longer resist the excitement that her wailing screams were bringing to him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until suddenly, he could stand it no longer. He had to fuck her! He rammed forward with all the strength he could muster, dropping his weight down in a hunching crouch over her shimmering golden buttocks, reaching under her to maul and squeeze her dangling breasts. He thrust his massive hips into her baby softness with the brutal force of a Bengal lancer, spiraling the tender walls of her pussy flesh in rippling waves before it. There was no more holding back, as with a loud grunt, he felt his balls smack loudly against the softness of her abdomen below.
"AAAuuuOOOaaahhhggghhh! You're ... You're ripping me!" Toby wailed, screwing her shoulders down into the mattress.
She was completely filled with his cock, the massive, throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her belly ... and beyond! She could feel every wrinkle of the huge rod of wicked flesh inside her, enclosed in the snug, moist heat of her own cunt. Oh, John, darling ... I'm so ashamed!
Suddenly, she felt him beginning to move and she sucked in her breath and held it in fear of what was to come. He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his penis burrowing deeper and deeper into her.
Aaron felt certain that his incorrigible nephew had never sunk his cock to the depths that he himself had reached in Toby's tight young pussy. What a tight little cunt it was ... damn near a cherry! he thought as he held her in the lewd degrading position. Looking down, he could see his own matted black and gray pubic hair meshing wit Toby's wispy pubic curls, as the head of his thick, fleshy shaft tunneled deep into the quivering coralline slit that his tongue had licked and sucked to a wet rapture only minutes before. He could see the tight lips Of her cunt stretched out nearly to the point of tearing, the viscid pink rim clasping tightly around the white-skinned base of his prick like a hungrily sucking mouth.
He held her fast for a long moment, savoring the sensuous scene of her unbelievable youthful beauty impaled helplessly on the end of his foul penis. Christ, the mere sight of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every whim brought him to the verge of drooling, and he could feel his heavy balls churning with the pressure that was building inside of them. Damn the little bitch! He was going to give her a time she'd never forget!
Toby lay frozen helplessly under him. She'd already come to the conclusion that there was absolutely no mercy whatsoever in her lecherous uncle-in-law; that to beg him to stop would only make things worse. How could she ever have entertained thoughts of letting him make love to her-willingly? He'd become a lust-crazed monster, and there was little she could do but kneel there slavishly under him, and let him continue fucking until his evil seed had spilled into her pussy. The sudden hot pain of the vile ring of rubber grommets tore cruelly at her insides as his massive organ began to move in and out of her at a steady cadence. In self-defense, she began to flex her cuntal muscles tightly together but the throbbing of her battered interior flesh seemed only to incite him further. She felt her clinging vaginal flesh grasp reflexively to his cock like a rag soaked in warm cream ... and then the hard, rubbery tip pushed her cervix and helplessly she clenched her teeth and endured his brutal assault. "Oh, God, Uncle Aaron, it hurts sooo much!" she moaned pitifully, but resignedly. "Not too fast ... please!"
Aaron's cock surged in and out of her in an established rhythm, that she slowly began adjusting to, the pain gradually lessening as her cuntal walls stretched then relaxed slightly in their efforts to absorb him until, finally, she could actually feel the prickly hairs of his balls rubbing against her clitoris. She began to wiggle her ass back to him salaciously as the first sensations of desire began to return to her, little chills thrilling up her spinal column, blood pounding in her veins, her lush brown nipples once again distending to lightly scrape the silken sheets with their joy-hardened tips.
Eventually, inevitably, growing accustomed to the immense size of the prick skewering into her from the rear, her body began to writhe and twitch under him, and she heard her own lips making small, mewling noises. Yes! her mind burned as she felt her cunt contact delightfully with his every stroke.
Aaron felt her urgent, answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her wetly clasping cunt flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewlings were suddenly filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side on the sheets while her hips began a slow rotation around the cock sunk so deeply in her succulent belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he sensed her excited nibbling crotch screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered heavy loins. At last she was coming around!
"Oh, yesss! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!"
Toby could barely comprehend the abrupt new wave of entrancement saturating her entire being. All pain had dissipated, giving way to a maddening, electrifying tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throbs. Aaron maintained his steel-like grip of her slender waist, letting her now trembling body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot wet flesh that bridged them. She was gone now, completely lost, Aaron gloated, watching her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions with the passing of each delirious second. He could feel the secretions of Toby's eagerly milking vaginal passage as his hands slid up her sides to her breasts once again, the forced leverage of his hold on her slender golden waist no longer necessary.
Toby could not squeal in her pleasure now, as she grew accustomed not only to the huge cock of her husband's uncle, but also to the rubber studs that encircled it as well. She was even thrilled, in a masochistic sort of way, by the knowledge that she was no longer a person to this balding obese man screwing into her so deliciously from behind, but rather merely a fleshy golden receptacle for his vile Cum when the time arrived for him to empty his balls. Oh, God! she delighted. If only we can cum together!
Half-crazy with desire now, Aaron withdrew his buried shaft from Toby's pussy until only the tip remained inside of her. Then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength at his command, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina, bruising and bypassing her sensitive cervix. He began long strokes into her seething vaginal channel, intent now on spilling his seed there. The quivering, moist walls of her cunt clasped eagerly around his greasy rod, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His balls slapped into her distended clitoris.
Suddenly, Toby knew that this was it! This was it! She was a whore ... a concubine ... any and every dirty thing that her seamstress mother had ever called her. The chords of her neck stood out in bold relief. She was beautiful. "Oh, God ... oh, God!" she screamed. "I'm ... I'm going to cum! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!!!"
The walls of her cunt opened like a thousand tiny springs, emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion to bathe her husband's uncle's penis. Bright flashes began to fuse in her mind as she continued to grunt out her joy, her cumming, the juices still gushing in ceaseless spurts down the full, quivering cheeks of her golden ass, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Then she felt Aaron jerk tense and curse, followed by hot jets of his sperm shooting deep into the sanctuary of her womb. Her head swam with depraved sensuality as the hot powerful squirts splattered wildly into her, filling her belly with the vile nectar of loveless sex. "Oh, yes ... yesss!" she chanted. "Cum in me ... Cum in me ... Cum in ... AAAuuurrrggghhh!" Then, as her portly ravisher collapsed above her in sheer exhaustion, Toby fell forward on her stomach, mewling euphorically as the last few squirts of his semen jetted into her. Her tapering, slender golden legs trembled gratefully as they relaxed, and she released a final, heartfelt sigh of delight. She had never imagined that such rapturous joy existed on the face of the earth. She had been filled to overflowing. Everything had suddenly fallen into place for her.
Mother had been right, after all.
CHAPTER NINE
John Caldwell took a single bone-chilling swallow of Blitz beer that drained half the bottle. It was one hell of a supper, but then, it had been one hell of an afternoon and evening. With a shudder, he killed the rest of the bottle, then kicked the refrigerator door shut and crossed to the kitchen window and looked out. It was still raining. And late. He looked at his wristwatch. he muttered, "It's twenty minutes past midnight already!" He felt tired. Bone tired. He hadn't really slept at all but for fleeting drunken dozes between bottles of beer, the empties of which now lay strewn all over the living room floor. Idly he drifted into the tiny bathroom and splashed cold water in his weary young face. He felt terrible!
And the booze, oddly enough, wasn't helping at all. Hell, it wasn't even making him drunk!
Fuck it all, he had to get out of that apartment before his own all-too-vivid imagination drove him up the fucking wall!
* * *
The smoke was thick in Moore's Country Grocery. It was Saturday night, and it seemed as though every cowboy and lumberjack in Western Oregon had come to town to blow his paycheck at the M.C.G., as they called it. One song sung through the nose after another blared through the jukebox, recounting endless tales of cheating spouses, hard liquor, and unrequited love until the place shifted crazily to one side and John had the queasy impression that the whole lopsided world had been stricken with a chronic case of adenoids. As the night wore on, and the clock approached closing time, the miserable young husband kept his mind busy trying to differentiate the fighters from the dancers among the writhing. "Ya-Hooing" mass of denim-covered flesh stomping around in the sawdust. It was bedlam with a Tennessee beat.
Lazily, he slid a half-dollar across the sticky bar and retrieved a fresh schooner from a wide-hipped redhead waitress named Wanda. As always, she lingered that extra half-second in front of him, adding a wink and a sexy smile to her "Thanks, honey" before scurrying off to service another passle of "Good ol' boys" from the local truck stop. He'd had this scarcely veiled offer from the big-busted cowgirl before, but he had never managed the nerve to take the sexpot up on her offer to fuck him. God knows he'd thought about it enough times ... every time the big hillbilly bitch wiggled past him, as a matter-of-fact.
"Hi, sugar, how ya doin' with that beer?" she teased on her way past again.
John swallowed a mouthful of suds and studied Wanda's well-turned buttocks over the rim of his glass as she swivel-hipped down to the opposite end of the bar with a trayful of flips.
He'd show ol' Wanda what fucking could really be like. The voluptuous redhead was built for it ... big breasts, wide hips, good legs, and a look in her eyes that told him she'd never get enough cock to make her happy. At that moment, Wanda came by again, shouting, "Last call, folks. I'm taking off." She looked at John meaningly, rolling her eyes toward the door in invitation.
He looked her up and down lewdly. She was standing with her hands on her hips, her large breasts jutting out, their melon-like shape clearly out-lined under the thin western blouse, topped by out-thrust nipples. Her pelvis was shoved out enticingly and the round curves of her asscheeks jiggled slightly each time she moved. "Hey, Wanda, come here a sec!"
Wanda jumped in mock surprise and smiled over her shoulder, "Can't wait, huh?"
"About long enough for you to grab your purse and get the hell out of here," John quipped in what he hoped was a devilish manner.
She went behind the bar, reached under it and came up with her purse. The place was emptying rapidly and Wanda moved quickly toward the door with a "let's get going" toss of her head, pausing en route to tell Roy Jim, the bartender, that she was taking off.
In what seemed like mere seconds, the big, raw-boned cowgirl was sliding in next to John in his blue Porsche 914."
"Oh, my!" she blurted mindlessly. "This is shore a cute little car! What did ya say it was?"
John smiled indulgently, then turned the key over in the ignition. "It's a Porsche, Wanda. It's made in Germany."
"A Porch?" she gushed. "Why it shore ain't no bigger'n somebody's back porch, is it? It reminds me of one of them little Humble figures."
John winced. "It's Porsche," he stressed as painlessly as possible. "And I think you mean Hummel."
"Huh," Wanda grunted, "these days you kids know everything, don't ya?"
John mumbled a colloquial, "Not quite, Wanda baby," then dropped the smoothly operating floor-shift into gear and sped out into city traffic.
"Oh, my, this little devil shore moves out!"
Tt shore does, Wanda baby. It shore does!"
He studied her profile in the dim light as they sped the short four minutes to his apartment. She was a pretty girl, in her unpolished western way. Her hair was piled a trifle too high, perhaps and her makeup was a little too heavy and inexpertly applied. But she was, nonetheless, quite a "looker."
"Hey, how far did you say it was to your place, honey?"
"We're there," John countered crisply, with a smooth flick of the wrist that took the light car sailing into the parking lot of the Columbia West apartment complex.
"Oh, my! I bet you got a pool an' everything!"
"You sure turn me on, Wanda," John said, turning on the lights, and eyeing her body lasciviously.
"That's what women are for, honey," she replied.
"That isn't all they're good for!" John laughed, and reaching out, tweaked one of the nipples that stuck out so tantalizingly. "So," he waved his free hand grandly about the room, "welcome to my humble abode."
"It shore must be something, owning a place like this," Wanda said. "You can keep switching from room to room." She giggled as he ran his hand over her breast.
"You got anything to drink, honey?" she asked. T don't drink while I'm workin', and I got a healthy thirst built up." She looked around at the floor. Tt looks like you kinda got a start on me, by the looks of the bottles on the rug ... got any more?"
"Sure. Just a second. Make yourself comfortable while I get them." He went quickly into the kitchen and got two beers from the refrigerator, and returned looking triumphant. She was in the bedroom, sitting on the big king-size bed, her legs spread wide apart, staring at him as he set the bottles on the nightstand with two glasses. She watched him as he opened one bottle and poured the beer into a glass and handed it to her, and then did one for him. He sat down next to her on the bed, and raised his glass in a toast of good things to come.
John was glad that he had decided to go out to that tavern, glad that he had brought Wanda home with him. She was on the big side, he thought, but she had good proportions. And she really looked like she was ready for a good fuck.
He leaned over and unbuttoned her western blouse, sliding it back off her shoulders so that he could reach her half-exposed mounds of flesh. He slowly extended a hand to touch one, but she laughed and set her glass down. Standing up, she slid the blouse off and removed her bra with a quick shrug, saying mockingly, "Boy, you're a shy one, ain't ya?"
John stared at her breasts. They were enormous, yet nicely shaped, with large nipples that each had a dark pink circle surrounding it.
"Aren't they nice and big, honey?" the tantalizing redhead asked proudly. She ran her hands over them briefly. They swelled out from her chest like ripe cantaloupes, and they jiggled with each slight move that she made.
John just stared at them in awe.
"Well, ain't ya gonna even touch 'em, honey?" Wanda asked indignantly. She pushed a hand up under each one, leaning forward and shoving them close to John's face.
He reached out both hands, and squeezed them gingerly, liking the way his fingers sank deep into the resilient flesh. He pulled her toward him and she dropped onto the bed. John was engrossed with the mind-boggling sensations he felt as his hands tried to gather one breast in each. He tweaked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and they grew even larger and became taut. John felt his heart begin to beat faster as his cock began to stiffen. He felt a strange sense of power, maneuvering this large, sexy woman about to suit his whims.
The lust-driven husband looked at Wanda's face, and saw that her eyes were beginning to grow hazy with desire. She sure didn't need a lot of encouragement to warm up, he thought.
"That's the way, honey," Wanda cooed as he increased the mind-tingling pressure on her nipples. Her blue eyes were half-closed with lust and she moaned low in her throat.
John felt a wild excitement taking hold of him. Wanda was a live one ... it didn't take much to set her off ... but maybe that was the way it was with these big ones. He pinched her nipples roughly, then kneaded the enormous mounds of flesh with his palms and fingers for a moment. The lascivious redhead continued to moan and sway, and John reached down and put one hand on her thigh under her skirt. She wore no stockings and he felt her shudder with pleasure as he stroked her naked flesh.
His cock was rapidly hardening now, pushing out against his pants. He let his hand rove up her inner thigh. God! he thought, she's not wearing any underpants! Wanda suddenly closed her thighs tight, capturing his hand in the warmth of her flesh. John thought his cock would burst through his pants when she released her hold and his fingers groped up further to touch the first soft, curly red hairs of her cunt! She was gasping now, and his own breath was rapid. He felt the moist lubricant of her pussy juices with his fingertips, and she spread her thighs, letting his fingers move into the slit of her excited pussy, then they found the damp entrance to her inner cunt. John was astonished at the tightness of her pussy, and he inched his extended middle finger in deeper, moving it about, and with his thumb, searching for her tiny clitoris.
Wanda was kissing and nibbling at his neck, making whimpering noises in his ear, and her strong perfume, which had a scent reminiscent of vanilla, was more intoxicating to him than any drink would have been.
He pushed her roughly back onto the bed, and rising for a moment, quickly slid his pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes. She lay panting, eagerly awaiting his caresses, and he flattened himself close to her lusting body, reaching over and grasping one of her huge breasts as he found her lips with his mouth and shoved his tongue brutally into the back of her throat. She took it, sucking it as if she would swallow it completely, while he moved his hand from her firm melon-like breasts down to the soft, wiry pubic hair and again inserted his rigid fingers into her moist twitching vagina.
"Ooooooohhh...." she moaned aloud. And then she was all over him ... kissing him back with a fury ... running her hand up and down his lean, muscular back, her nails raking his flesh and sending shivers of delight over his body.
John couldn't get over how good she felt in his arms. She was really stacked ... all that firm white flesh lying there, begging him to take it ... to use it for whatever he wanted! Her large size only added to her voluptuousness and he was filled with curiosity as to what it would be like when he had his throbbing penis stuck way up inside her. Even though her breasts were like large balloons, her hips were in fine proportion to them, and her waist was surprisingly slim. She didn't have the heavy belly that many big women were cursed with.
Wanda's hand moved down between them and grasped his blood-swollen cock, sending shivers of excitement through him. "My God!" she muttered. "What a man!" She squeezed and stroked his rigid penis as he put his hands over her round, full buttocks and pulled her sharply toward him. She raised one long well-built leg high, and guided his cock into the warm quivering entrance to her welcoming cunt. Suddenly, John lunged forward and rammed his rampaging penis deep up into her damp, encompassing vaginal channel as hard as he could. Her body twitched and writhed and she groaned with pleasure in response to John's monstrous cock burying itself far up into her clasping cunt. She wound her smooth, long legs around his thrusting hips and squeezed him still closer to her, so that his pelvis ground down into hers. The strong muscles of her vagina held him tight, enclosing his rigid, pulsing cock that was plunging in and out of her with such force.
She pulled his face close in her ecstasy, kissing him wildly. "Fuck me hard, honey ... yeah, yeah, fuck me all night!"
Wanda screwed her firm buttocks tight up against him until there was barely a fraction of an inch between them. The sensitive nub of her clitoris quivered as his weight shifted back and forth on her quivering mound.
"Tuck me harder! Harder! Ya-Hoo! Ride 'em cowboy!" she yelled, then gasped for breath as her clasping cunt surrounded his throbbing cock, opening and closing around the thick lus-tbloated plunging shaft. Fire was building inside her belly, sparked by the excitement that flashed from her vagina, and it spread rapidly to every nerve ending in her aroused body. It rippled through her long flexing legs, and circled her toes. It caused her to move her hips from side to side and up and down on the burgeoning cock that pumped insistently in and out in a jackhammering rhythm, plunging far back into her lust-filled womb.
The frantically working husband was finding it hard to hold back his cum. This Wanda was a new kind of woman for John, and she was a lot better than he thought she would be. He should have tried her out a long time before, he mused. The experienced redhead used the inner muscles of her pussy in a fantastic manner as she pumped her buttocks up and down smoothly. What he would give to have Toby able to do that! Maybe, in time. Suddenly, his cock felt the warm, satiny mitten of her hungry pussy speed up its sucking of his shaft, and he knew that Wanda wasn't long in cumming. She was making mewling sounds, and her juices were flowing around his stiffly pistoning cock. Her head tossed from side to side and her eyes rolled. She bucked up to meet this thrusts, her back arched and her feet and legs digging so hard into his back that he was afraid she'd break his ribs. His saliva-filled mouth pressed against hers, covering it as he thrust his tongue in and out of her open mouth.
"OOOooohhh, God ... I'm cumming," she moaned. "Harder ... honey...." faster and harder ... HARDER!"
John drew back until just the spongy head of his pulsing cock remained at the entrance to her pussy. He suddenly rammed his body forward, using all of his strength to drive his turgid penis up into the very depths of her, so hard that both of their bodies moved a foot farther across the bed.
"Oh, honey ... aaahhh ... fuck me, lover ... give it all to me ... all to me!" Wanda screamed as his cock smashed into the bottom of her steaming vagina. The mindlessly writhing redhead squirmed and fluttered like a butterfly impaled on a pin, as his long cock slammed into her so deep that his balls slapped loudly into the widespread crevice of her buttocks.
Her auburn-tressed head swam with the joyous feeling as his pounds rose and fell, ramming his cock deep into her throbbing cunt, and her long sharp fingernails raked at his broad back, making a pattern of thin red welts across the fleshy surface. She sucked hungrily at his tongue, avidly swallowing his saliva as if it were ambrosia.
The bedsprings creaked and groaned in protest of their lovemaking, and the room was flooded with the sounds they made as they neared their sought-after orgasms. Wanda could feel the first waves of a gigantic pleasure starting to climb from within her fuck-happy cunt, spreading rapidly to her entire body. She reached down for his prickly balls, grasping them firmly and kneaded them with a gentle movement as if she were kneading bread, and she begged him, "Cum now, honey ... now ... please ... please cum ... oh, God ... Now ... !"
John's cock was swollen to unbelievable proportions, and each thrust it made was like a pile driver pounding into her. He felt a tingling beginning in his balls, and moving quickly throughout the rest of his body. Wanda's fantastic manipulations of his pulsating cock with her secret vaginal muscles were driving him out of his mind-out of this world!
He felt the molten lava of his cum begin to churn in his balls and then move up through his cock, taking over his lower body and his emotional structure. "AAAaaauuurrrggghhh! You hot little cunt!" he gasped. "You sweet fuckin' country cunt! I'm CUMMMMMMMJJIINNNNGGGG!!!"
His cock spewed his hot searing white cum in a continuous stream into Wanda's expectant cunt, its jet stream bouncing huge thick globules off the warm pink walls of her pulsating pussy, driving her to the heights of earthly joy.
As she felt his viscous semen spewing up into her receptive body, her back arched up at least a foot from the surface of the bed, and spasm after spasm freed her screaming, ecstatic orgasm, making her body twist and jerk in an obscene dance of total abandon.
John collapsed on top of her, his heaving chest cushioned by her large soft breasts, both of them gasping and gulping for air. And both of their bodies twitched with the last lingering thrills of their now-depleted passions.
"Jesus!" he breathed at last. "That was fucking something else!"
Idly, almost as an afterthought, the raw-boned cowgirl reached up to the young husband's left hand, still lying across her breast, and began to rotate his wedding band around his ring finger. "John, honey?"
"Yeah, Wanda?"
"Where's your wife?"
* * *
Toby Caldwell yawned, then stretched languidly, letting her naked golden legs glide smoothly across the voluptuous silk sheets until she made contact with the snoring mound of flesh that lay on its back beside her with its smoker untied and spread open on either side of its enormous paunch. John? her mind registered sleepily. Darling? Her eyes fluttered open painfully against the still-bright light of the room. Oh, God ... ifs Uncle Aaron! Subconsciously, she reached down between her smoothly tapered thighs and tested the tenderness of her battered vagina with the tips of her long-nailed fingers. It felt sticky down there!
Eventually, she rolled over on her side and propped her pretty head up on her elbow. He's fat! she shivered, the fingers of one hand still toying with the sperm-slickened lips of her pussy. And about as handsome as a bulldog in heat! Inevitably, her eyes dropped to the still-menacing presence of Aaron's flaccid penis, looping out of its nest of salt-and-pepper curls to lie across his heavy thigh like an enormous sleeping slug. She stared at it longingly for a few minutes as her clitoris began to slip hotly forward against her probing fingers in response. Then, almost as if it had a mind of its own, her hand reached out to stroke her husband's uncle's cock.
Aaron stirred sleepily, then shifted most of his considerable weight to the buttock nearest his precocious Eurasian neice-in-law, allowing her easier access to his suddenly lifting member. He was still wearing the slimy, slightly bloody, red and black rubber jacket. Who the hell was playing with his Goddamn cock, anyway? he wondered, raising one sleepy eyelid. Then, seeing that it was Toby, he smiled evilly, and reached for a handful of shimmering raven hair. "Go ahead, sugar," he soothed. "Suck me off. You know you want to."
Oh, God, she did , ... she really did! Her hand pumped the rapidly rising organ up and down in a lewdly awkward cadence. She had never really handled a cock that size before, and it thrilled her that her slender fingers couldn't quite encompass its girth. And that wicked prophylactic that had been fucking up inside of her only an hour or so before ... it was just fantastic!
"Well, girl," the wicked uncle taunted, "what are you waiting for?"
In need of no further encouragement, Toby moved into a kneeling position, then curled around the swollen prick jutting up between Aaron's fat legs, raised her head and with her ovaled mouth stretched wide, encircling it hungrily with her warm lips, trying to capture its entire length in her eagerly salivating mouth. "MMMMmm!" she purred. "MMmm! ... MMmmm!"
In her newly awakened ardor, Toby sucked it so deeply into the hot, saliva-filled cavern that it nearly strangled her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch and tasting the pungent tang of the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the split of its tip. She cupped his balls affectionately in the soft palms of her small hands while tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and he moved up and down, up and down, in and out of her face in a lewd and vile cadence of lecherous delight.
Oh, what a splendid, beautiful cock he had ... what a shallow man ... she hated him ... she loved him ... these thoughts raced crazily, wildly through her mind as she sucked with fury at his hard rod of flesh embedded deeply in her throat.
It occurred to her then, that she was losing all control, that she was acting like a subjugated woman, becoming completely overpowered by his masculine dominance. The obscene thought titillated her, drove her to unexpectedly wicked thoughts. Whorish, concubine thoughts. Thoughts that she wished she could share with her mother. Her cunt was afire with the licking flames of lust and passion consuming her! And then, suddenly and deliciously, she felt the lewd middle-aged bachelor reach down and slide her firm smooth ass towards him, his finger working at the tiny puckered ring of her anus. Her breath quickened excitedly and she forgot everything as abruptly, he pushed into it with a quick, slippery movement, his long, thick finger sliding up inside her virginal asshole to the very palm of his big extended hand. "Ooohhh!" she gurgled delightedly around the poling stalk of flesh in her mouth, "I love it!"
Her lips still clasping tightly around the now fully expanded cock of her husband's uncle, Toby swirled her tongue in a clockwise manner about the throbbing head, wanting to such him dry, even to reward him for her own submission to him. She was in awe of the portly family patriarch, for the power he wielded, for the cock in her mouth, for the filthy mind that forced her to do the secret things she'd dreamed of doing. She sucked to please-both of them-her cruelly stretched lips devouring with lingering slowness the bloated, drooling head until they met resistance from the ring of rubber spikes half way down. And then, deliciously, his fat thumb dipped thickly into her still-sensitive vagina, and began to work in unison with the beefy, long middle finger buried up her asshole. God! she shivered. I can probably cum this way, too!
Then Aaron, himself swept along on the same sensual tide, began to undulate his massive pelvis, slipping his huge lust-maddened prick in and out of her lips, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot, swollen head a half-inch inside her hot, wet oral cavern. Moisture filled Toby's mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved upward, ramming the shaft to her very throat, keeping pace with the fingers fucking ceaselessly into her dual passages from behind. He stared with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of his hopelessly aroused niece-in-law, squirming and writhing salaciously in time to the drubbing of his skewering fingers buried in her steaming wet cunt and the soft warm flesh of her tight, nibbling anus. He timed the thrusting of his fingers to that of his pelvis, and smiled with the realization that she was taking more and more of his penis between her tender clasping lips as she became accustomed to its fleshy presence.
Again, Toby felt the rising tide deep in her quivering belly. The very degradation of the pseudo-incestuous act, her obscene position and the debasing ravishment she had subjected herself to, caused tiny ripples of weird and perverse sensations to tingle at the nerve ends of her flesh. She found herself licking and sucking voraciously at the hardened cock embedded between her tightly clasped lips, her mouth slimy from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked furiously to bring him to climax as she felt her own insides erupting in great spasmodic tongues of flame, licking through her veins in a never-ending torrent of building pressure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth, her orgasm flooding in wild sensual waves of cum around the thrusting finger in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped around it to bathe his hand and run down the insides of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable rapture and the whole of her crotch felt wet and excited beyond belief. Tears of subconscious joy rolled from her eyes.
Simultaneously, she felt his loins give a lurch upward against her face, and he groaned a soul-searching grunt as suddenly he flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum, spurting wildly down her throat in vast gushes. She gulped automatically, swallowing the slightly pungent liquid in her efforts to satiate the still-abandoned feeling of degradation that continued to overwhelm her. There was nothing else in the world except the steaming throb of her wet passage behind and the squirting cock in her mouth. Toby swallowed obscenely in the perverse masochistic pleasure of subjugation to the horrible man who was her husband's uncle, jerking upward into her face.
Then, it was over and she still lay above him in what she thought must present the vilest of obscene sights to behold, She couldn't yet contain the escaping mewls emitting from her own self as she nibbled gently at the sticky deflated cock in her mouth. And then he was caressing the round smooth mounds of her buttocks and stroking her thighs affectionately.
"Better get some rest now, sweetie," the lecherous in-law sighed at last. "I've got an old friend coming over tomorrow morning, and I want you to be 'nice' to him. Do you understand, my dear? Very, very nice!"
CHAPTER TEN
John Caldwell reached out in the sunny morning brightness for the sleeping form of his wife ... and found nothing. Not even Wanda. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and stared vacantly at the ceiling. Jesus, he felt rotten. His tongue tasted like boiled cod from all the drinking and smoking the night before, his head pounded furiously with a hangover, he felt like what Wanda might call pure-dee shit. Wanda ... where the hell was that melon-titted rodeo queen, anyway?
He sat up on the edge of the bed then, and buried his face in the palms of his hands. Fuck Wanda. What the hell was Toby doing about now? He got to his feet and meandered his way through the living room-kicking a trail through the empty Blitz bottles-on his way to the kitchen. And coffee. On the kitchen table was a cocktail napkin with the eyebrow pencil scrawled message: Thanks for a good time, honey. I got to get home and take care of the kids. Love ya. Wanda Sue.
He made his way to the bathroom and flushed the incriminating note and the contents of his beer-bloated bladder down the toilet Then, while he waited for the coffee to finish perking, he brushed the cotton from his teeth and shaved. It made him feel a little better, but not much. Maybe, he hoped, the coffee would do the trick.
He drank two steaming cups of the ink-black elixir before realizing that whatever ailed him couldn't be cured by physical means alone. No, he had to get out of town for a few days. Maybe he'd drive up to Seattle for the rest of the week. Or down to San Francisco. He had to get his mind off things, before his imagination began to get the better of him. Every time he closed his eyes, in fact, he could picture his pretty little bride of three short months in some new and bizarre position in front of his lecherous uncle's powerful monstrosity of a cock. A thousand agonizing times he conjured up the vision of her naked golden beauty like some satin-skinned slave-bitch, her softly ovaled pink lips slipping slowly over the slimy head of his desire-bloated penis, while her lustrous blue-black hair fell forward like a shimmering veil to hide her flashing dark eyes and naughty smile.
God, he couldn't take any more of this!
Quickly, he returned to the bedroom and began to stuff a pair of suitcases with his things. Maybe he'd go to Hawaii ... or Reno ... Oxnard, California ... anyplace! It was bad enough that he'd had to ask Toby to go along with Uncle Aaron's little blackmail in the first place ... but why the fuck had she seemed so ... so eager!
Toby was up and out of bed before the sun came up, pacing the elder Caldwell's house like a caged tigress. She was scared stiff. Entertaining Aaron's friends was something she hadn't bargained for ... not even in her wildest fantasies. Playing whore to her husband's uncle was sickening enough-despite her final response-and, asking her to have sex with someone else was ... was totally evil. God, she had no idea at all of who the 'friend' might be ... no idea what further indecencies he might force upon her. It was horrible!
Eventually, she found her way to the bar in the den and fixed herself a rum and coke, the only drink she knew how to make. She was already dressed, in a thin red blouse that did little to hide the contours of her ripening golden breasts, and a mid-thigh-length white pleated skirt with navy blue strapped sandals on five-inch wooden heels. There was nothing left to do but wait ... and drink. She finished her rum and coke, then fixed another ... and another. Inevitably, she heard the unmistakable heavy footfalls of the wicked uncle as he stepped down into the sunken den.
"Good morning, sugar," the robe-and-pajama-clad man chirped happily. "Mind if I join you?"
Toby forced a pair of pretty dimples and nodded resignedly.
Aaron whipped himself up a Bloody Mary with a booster, then took the stool next to her and placed a hairy paw on the warm and naked flesh of her lower thigh. She flinched reflexively, but made no effort to remove it. "You're a helluva piece of ass, 'Golden-legs'," he complimented over a sip. "And a born cock-sucker."
Toby colored hotly, averting her umbercolored almond eyes back to her drink. "Thank ... thank you, Uncle Aaron," she managed brokenly.
Aaron wound his beefy fingers in the hair on the back of her head and turned her face to his for a brutal tongue-probing kiss. His breath was heavy with the odor of booze and Dentu-Cream, and she shivered hopelessly against the heavy hand that slid up to savagely massage her pussy through her whisper-thin panties. Then, meeting no resistance on her part, he took her trembling golden hand and guided it to the swell in his black silk pajamas.
In spite of her morning-after revulsion and slightly tipsy state, Toby felt her tiny clitoris perk up responsively to this latest indignity. Then, with equal abruptness, Aaron broke the kiss as the front door began to chime. He looked at his watch. It was seven-fifteen. "Damn it!" he cursed. "That dirty bastard is three-quarters-of-an-hour early!"
Toby felt an icy chill run up her spine. "Who ... who, Uncle Aaron?"
"England. Harry England."
Toby's jaw fell slack, the color draining instantly from her pretty face. Harry England was John's boss! "Is ... is he-"
"My friend? I'm not so sure, now. But yes, Toby, he's going to screw that pretty little ass of yours."
Toby actually felt nauseous as she watched her obese uncle-in-law shuffle off to answer the door. "I've got to attend to a little business this morning," he called back lewdly over his shoulder. "So you two lovebirds will be all alone."
As he stood massively framed in the den's doorway, Harry England could see the shapely outline of Toby's firm breasts, bulging through the thin fabric of her red blouse, and tried to imagine how she would look standing stripped in front of him, with nothing to hide those luscious, soft mounds from his view. She looked numbly at him, her eyes glazed from the alcohol, and his sneering grin broadened.
"Take your clothes off," he ordered, stepping down into the sumptuously appointed room.
His young employee's darling wife only sat there, not fully comprehending what he'd said.
"Take 'em off," he repeated.
Toby rose unsteadily to her feet, balancing with one knee braced against the bar. Obediently, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders. England's cruel eyes widened noticeably as her naked golden breasts popped into view, her hard, young nipples jutting proudly, her flesh smooth and tight. She looked at him through half-closed bleary eyes, mindlessly following his orders.
She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving only her thin, white panties guarding her nakedness. Her legs were long and smooth, twin golden stems that tapered sensuously from the warm, milky softness of her thighs.
"The panties, too," he barked, assuming a position on the leather sofa like a king on his throne, commanding his newest slavegirl to undress for his amusement.
Toby's head was still reeling from shock, and the numbing effects of her simple drinks were beginning to wear thin, and she hesitated at stripping off her last garment, still only dimly aware of what she was doing.
England found the girl's coyness amusing, as she vainly maneuvered to cover her firm, bulging breasts with her arms. "You do want to keep that pretty young man of yours out of jail, don't you?" he reminded with a cunning grin.
Toby nodded dutifully, then pushed her panties down over her narrow hips, then rolled them down over her naked legs.
Harry unzipped the fly of his trousers and pulled his limp foreskinned member out into the open. Then he freed the remaining snap, and opened his hair-covered pelvis to her view, his cock lying flaccidly over the leathery sac of his testicles.
"Get down on your knees...." He waited for. her to obey him. "Suck my cock awhile ... get it good and hard."
The sudden shattering awareness of what he wanted her .to do cut through the haze of alcohol like a sharp knife. She'd only seen the gruff giant twice before, and he'd frightened her badly both times. She supposed that some women might find him attractive, but there was a sinister sadistic quality about the burly man that chilled her to the very core. "No, please, Mr. England ... I can't...." She trembled as she looked at his huge fleshy penis arching from his hairy loins and dangling limply between his legs. "Let me have another drink first ... maybe then...." She knew that her only hope was the unknowing, senseless shelter of the alcohol-that only by hiding under its stupefying shroud could she possibly submit as ordered!
She tried to think only of John ... of the children they might one day have ... of getting out from under this nightmarish burden once and for all.
She lowered herself reluctantly to his knees, her hand on his leg, just inches from his heavy throbbing knob.
He slid forward until his limp prick was immediately in front of her dry lips. "Suck it! If you want your old man, suck me off!"
Slowly, her lips trembling, she grasped the length Of his soft rubbery prick, raised its head, and lowered her mouth to it.
"Not that way. Skin it back and lick it a little. I want it nice and wet!"
As her husband's boss watched, Toby gently pulled back the thick, fleshy outer layer, stripping it back towards its base, causing the swollen, blood-filled head to slip teasingly from its heavy protective sheath; then her warm, pink tongue licked tenderly at its throbbing underside, rolling the hardening shaft with her moistened lips until it glistened from her saliva. She caught a tiny drop of semen hidden in the tiny hole in the bulbous tip.
A shuddering chill of sadistic delight surged over Harry England as he felt his cock jerking erect, her lips opened to take in its limp state, slipping the half-hardened member between her wet lips, until he could feel his hairy pelvis tight against her face and lips, her tongue circling his cock maddeningly as it grew harder and harder.
"Now you've got it ... suck it, you little whore ... suck it!" His eyes narrowed as he groaned the words at her, his hands holding her bobbing head securely centered on his swelling penis.
His head tossed back against the rear of the sofa, he shoved his loins against her face, his cock hardening and swelling to its full, immense length, her elastic lips ovaled as the glistening shaft slipped easily into the warm, wet shelter of her mouth, her soft tongue swirling hungrily around the throbbing head in the soft, liquid confines of her throat.
"Squeeze my balls ... squeeze 'em bitch!"
She obeyed, warmly caressing the swollen sac cupped gently between her two hands as she sucked ever hungrily under the ever-swelling huge cock. Her fingers slipped under the sperm-filled reservoir and teasingly flicked at the hairringed brown hole of his anus, sending new shivers of ecstatic delight racing along his spine.
Toby felt the throbbing member swelling in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed to contain it all, as he began to gasp and groan. She knew it would only be seconds before the huge, thick shaft gushed its white, sticky load into her mouth, flooding her throat passage and choking her as the hot, seething liquid surged between her ovaled lips. She wanted more than anything on earth to spit this obscene prick from her mouth ... to run as far away from this nightmare as she could ... but she knew it was hopeless. She couldn't stop now ... she had to please him-to choke if necessary to gulp down all his seething sperm.
Oh, God, why doesn't he get it over with! Let me finish this awful act! Please!
England felt the agonizing pressure building in his swollen balls, and he knew it was about to happen. Any second his painfully hardened prick would blast its scorching load against the back of her throat. He could feel his whole body tensing for the coming moment ... and he knew he couldn't hold back for a minute longer.
He watched eagerly as his wet, glistening cock slithered from between her taut, pursed lips as she pulled her head back, her moist, fleshy lips clinging to its hard, stiff shaft as she raised, then lowered her head to take it all back into the warmness of her mouth. Her full, firm tits swayed and bobbed from side to side under her, her tender, young nipples ripe and hard now as she sucked frantically on his long, glistening shaft.
"Suck hard! Suck hard NOW! I'm going to cum!"
He grabbed her tiny head roughly and shoved it down over his long, Stiff shaft, thrusting his loins forward to ram the swollen, bulbous head far down her throat. And then it started ... like a surging, hot flood boiling deep in his balls. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" he moaned, and it spurt wildly into her throat from the throbbing tip of the savagely bucking rod while he watched in wide-eyed disbelief as she swallowed hungrily again and again, her pointed tongue swirling furiously as he continued to squirt his hot, thick load far back into the depths of her throat. Cold chills of sadism rippled through him as he watched her eagerly gulp down every precious drop of his filthy sperm, squeezing his balls tenderly as they emptied into her hungry throat. She licked every trace of it from his deflating shaft, and finally, the rubbery knob slipped wetly from her clasping lips.
Toby looked up at him desperately, like a wounded animal, a thin trail of his sperm still moistening the corner of her mouth. "Are you satisfied now, Mr. England? Are you through with me?"
"Through with you?" England mocked cruelly. "My dear Toby, we've only just begun!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What ... what are you going to do?" Toby stammered in terror at the big man's threatening tone.
"Right now, my dear," he explained, "I'm going to fix myself a whiskey sour." He dropped his slacks to the floor then, then stepped quickly behind the bar and began to look around for a bottle of Jack Daniels' OY Number Seven. "And you ... you can try on the little outfit I brought for you." Toby looked confused. "It's there," he indicated with a nod of his head, "in that suitcase by the door." He located a half-empty bottle of his favorite liquor and quickly began to build his sour. "Try the shoes, first, Toby. It won't matter if they're not an exact fit."
Somehow, Toby made it to the sinister-looking black leather valise and dropped to her naked haunches to open it where it lay. Her already-terrified heart leaped into her throat. It was a costume, all in crushed pastel pink leather. There was a tiny little corset, a Lone Ranger-type mask, and the highest pair of stack-heel pumps she'd ever seen-all of the same pink stuff.
"Are you amused, my dear?" England piped from behind the bar. "I thought pink would be the perfect compliment for that slightly dusky complexion of yours. It's almost the same color as your pretty little pussy." He could tell by her expression that beneath her outward fear, she was flattered.
Remembering his earlier instructions, Toby sat down quickly on the floor and slipped into the bizarre pink shoes. Despite her initial horror, she had to admit that they did, indeed, have a sexy quality to them. They were open-toed with thick wooden soles and seven-inch block heels. A thin strap ending in a tiny gold buckle wound around her slender ankles and fastened just above the fine points of her ankle bones. They made her feel like a little girl playing "dress-up" in her mommy's clothes!
"How do they fit, Toby?"
"They're just a tiny bit too big, Mr. England. Maybe a half-size."
"They'll do, girl," he chortled lewdly. "You're not going to be trying for the mile record in them. Now try the corset."
Her curiosity piqued now, the beautiful twenty-one-year-old Eurasian girl held the tiny garment up in front of her as if she were inspecting the quality of its workmanship. Toby, with her already tiny waist, was certainly no expert on corsets, but it was obvious that the brief garment was but a parody of some larger, more functional model. Still, in spite of the glove-like suppleness and feel of the crushed-kid outer surface, a heavier backing of satin-lined synthetic rubber was proof enough that the little garment was no mere toy.
Curious, she slipped it around her slender waist and began to fasten the oddly positioned row of clip-like hooks that ran the length of the front to the bowl-shaped attached half-cups that scooped under her heavy breasts to lift them up and out while leaving their luscious brown nipples and upper slopes smooth and bare. It was tight-almost painfully so-and the up-curved front and rear edges accentuated the gentle swells of her slightly rounded abdomen and buttocks without concealing them. Unprompted, she reached for the mask.
Harry England sipped his drink with lingering delight as he watched the exciting spectacle of yet another employee's wife dressing to please him. It had happened before; it would happen again. But never with anything quite as lovely as the raven-haired enchantress now in his clutches.
She was a foxy little cunt! He wanted her like he'd never wanted anything else in his life!
As if in response, the now-masked young bride looked across the room at her new "master" for further instructions. "What ... what do you want me to do now, Mr. England?" she queried with growing enthusiasm.
Harry could feel his heavy cock nod sleepily out of its nest of matted pubic hair, then straighten and lift in a series of tiny jerks with every beat of his pulse until it stood out as sleek and rigid as an oiled pipe. "Walk for me, Mrs. Caldwell ... walk for me!"
Like a child on stilts for the first time, Toby teetered precariously on the seven-inch heels that made her taller even than most American girls. To the opposite end of the den she walked, her mincing steps causing the muscles of her legs and buttocks to flex provocatively in time to the soft jiggling of her squeezed-out breasts. It was weirdly exciting to the young bride, to be flaunting her more-than-naked body in such an unashamed way before her husband's employer, and she felt the thin lips of her vagina flare in response.
There seemed to be a strange and new vibration shrilling through her body, a heat so penetrating it touched hotly at her very bones! She decided it was almost a ... delicious feeling!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Go to the sofa!" The sofa?" she asked. "Yes, get on that sofa!"
"Why?"
"So I can see you grinding that lovely ass up in the air."
Toby got on the sofa.
"Now what?"
"Up on your knees," Toby assumed the required position.
"Now dance that ass around for me. Make it go in nice wide circles. Squirm it honey, squirm it!"
"Like this?"
"Yes, yes! Like that! Grind up at the air with it, spread your knees so I can see under there! Ah, there it is. You're juicing! I can see you juicing!"
It was so true. The grinding was exciting her beyond any control. Her mind was beginning to spin with the new heated passion of the lewd dance her elevated behind was doing.
He emitted a tiny little gasp, telling Toby that her wide, sensuous grinds were getting to him too.
But then he did something that almost turned' her off. He dug a finger roughly into her upended anus ... and it hurt. Toby was too stung by it to know whether it hurt good or it just hurt He twisted the finger, and she growled.
He laughed loudly, knowing that he was hurting her, but at the same time assuming she was beginning to enjoy it.
"Did you want more, sugar?" he cackled lewdly.
"Oh, no! ... Please!"
"Raise that ass up!" he ordered without another moment's hesitation.
Her eyes showed she didn't understand, but she complied obediently, drawing her knees together primly and elevating her dimpled golden hips to an outrageous height on the towering heels.
England positioned himself behind her squirming buttocks, his long, hard cock finding its own way up between her thighs. She jumped involuntarily as his prick made its first electric contact with the sensitive, soft folds around her succulent vaginal slit. He held his prick securely with one hand, and teasingly worked it up and down between the warm, pink folds of her pussy, brushing aside the soft, wispy pubic hairs with the swollen, bulbous head of his burning penis.
"Are you going to fuck me ... dog style?" she asked, testing a phrase she'd first learned the night before.
The big man could only grunt in response. She was his to use and abuse-and he was filled with a gnawing, evil monster that held him securely in its grasp. And his cock was pounding as thick and ponderous as a blood pudding as he leered down at the helplessly exposed cheeks of her ass peeking out nakedly below the edge of the pink leather corset.
Harry grinned evilly as he slid his cock along the moist crevice of her pussy, over the tiny, sensitive band of flesh that separated her ravenous cunt from the tight, puckered opening of her anus. She jerked away as his cock probbed the tautly clenched little hole, but he grabbed her with both hands around her hips and pulled her back, his prick rammed tightly against the puckered opening.
Toby tried desperately to clench the soft defenseless cheeks of her buttocks together, but his thumbs pried them apart. They were so painfully spread from each other, she could feel the cool air rushing into the tight little hole between her legs.
"No, please ... not there, Mr. England ... it'll hurt too much ... please, not there!" She struggled to wiggle away from his probing shaft, but he caught her again, and pulled her back roughly.
"Quit fighting it, you silly little cunt!" he bellowed in exasperation. "You're just making it tougher on yourself!"
She felt the tip of his finger prodding at the entrance of her naked rectum then, and she clenched the taut little mouth in a futile effort to stop the painful penetration she knew was next. He probed for a few seconds on the outer flanges of the small, elastic circle and then rammed his stiffened finger to the knuckle in her asshole. Sharp jolts of pain coursed through her backside, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as she had expected. Once his finger was inside, she relaxed slightly until she felt another finger join the first, cruelly spreading the tight bands of muscle as he rammed a second finger into her virginal hole. The pain was intense this time, and she jerked away from him; but he rewarded her with an agonizing, deeper probe as his two fingers seeped a little further into the tightness of her rectum.
"Oh, please don't, Mr. England ... you're hurting me!" She was scared-really scaredwhen the full awareness of what her husband's boss was about to do to her struck home. She cringed her damp crotch away from him, but again he held her securely, his fingers burrowing painfully into her back passage, stretching it unmercifully as he wormed his stiffened fingers in the incredibly tight, narrow hole, preparing her for something bigger, harder ... longer ... !
Without a word of warning, the big man jerked his fingers from the elastic grip of her tiny anus, making a barely audible sucking noise as they slipped from its tight, clasping grip. "Raise it up higher," he barked cruelly, as she had never heard him before. "Get your pretty little ass up here where I can get to it."
His hand pressed firmly on the small of her back, raising her buttocks even higher, waving in vulnerable helplessness as if in invitation to the cruel ravishment as she balanced herself precariously on her toes. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the leather of the sofa arm, crushing them beneath her naked body as she trembled in dread of what Harry was about to begin. He pushed her legs even wider apart, his own hairy legs brushing against the insides of her smooth thighs. Her bare, soft ass was wholly his-totally at his mercy.
His hands gripped her hipbones and held her firmly in place, steadying her against the squirming he knew would begin when his long, hard cock rammed painfully into her moist naked split. She gasped aloud as he made blunt contact with the tight opening. She could never take his cock this way! She jerked forward with renewed energy, but it was useless to attempt to escape this ravishment. She could feel his hairy loins brushing against the sensitive flesh of her buttocks as his thick cock probed hard into her upturned ass. He gripped the soft, fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and spread them wide, opening up to full view the puckering little hole of her rectum. Then, she felt a hard, rubbery probing between his tightly gripping hands that grew even harder as it rubbed against the taut, elastic bands of her asshole.
"Oh, no, not this way ... Please, noooooooo!"
The searing pain shot through Toby's body as the tight resisting nether ring gave way before his insistent probing, the swollen tip of his prick slipping inside with a loud popping sound.
Damn, she's tight, the big man thought with a thrill. Its gonna squeeze my cock off!
She screamed in pain, but there was no one to answer her mournful cries. There could be no way out of this unexpectedly depraved attack on her helpless body. A long, low tortured moan poured from her lips as his long, rigid cock pushed its way between the widely stretched walls of her anus in waves of searing pain. She heard him grunt as he strained to shove the hard shaft into the soft tight hole. It was as though a giant tree trunk were being rammed up her anal opening.
England gasped loudly as his loins smacked against the upturned softness of her buttocks, his long stiff prick buried to its brushy hilt in her intestines.
She felt like a squealing, suckling pig impaled on a spit, hung over a roaring flame, and she groaned in anguish. Her intestines felt as though they would empty in a loud, bursting explosion, but his thick cock blocked her ravished passage like a wooden dowel. Never had she felt so debased-so completely debauched and used.
He positioned himself better behind her trembling buttocks and levered his aching cock with long, deep strokes into her grasping hole. It pulled small, pink ridges of her bruised flesh out with the base of his cock as he withdrew for another sadistic plunge. The soft fleshy passage gripped him like a warm velvet glove. She tried to raise her body, but his hand on the small of her back shoved her roughly back in place. She was hopelessly held in this slavelike kneeling position, quaking before her master as he punished her with his steel-hard rod.
Toby's golden body quivered and jerked and her perspiration-soaked thighs convulsed as his extra deep thrust speared its way into her tortured asshole. She could hear him grunting like a stud bull, and she hated him for it. Not so much for what he was doing, exactly-but rather, that he was using her body like a plaything, solely for his own enjoyment, without regard for the pain and humiliation she was suffering at his will. She contracted her anal muscles, hoping that the change in muscle tone might ease the awful pain, but it only increased the rhythm of his deep, plundering thrusts. She shivered convulsively then, as the big man's hands slipped undetected under her kneeling form, sliding gently along the smooth flat plane of her belly.
Harry leaned forward, still buried to the hilt in her clasping tunnel, and grabbed the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts dangling under her as she knelt impaled on his searing shaft. He gripped the hardened nipples between his fingers, and squeezed them firmly as they began to throb in rhythm with his deep, agonizing thrusts.
"MMMmmm ... !" she moaned in sudden surrender, moving backwards to meet the forward thrusts of his hard prick, grinding her wet, naked buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clutching his long spear with a throb of her tight, clasping rectum.
With a knowing grin of delight, England surged into the Eurasian girl's soft belly with renewed strength. She was totally his, a lowly slave, kneeling in front of her master, completely prepared to follow his every wish and command. He knew he could give it to her now like she'd never known it before-and she'd beg him for more. She was rapidly going out of her mind with lust, her back hollowed as she skewered herself lewdly on his fleshy shaft, her buttocks pumping up and down on the long rod in ever-quickening rhythm, as her mind triggered on the very deliciousness of her obscenely bent position.
Her face was flushed from the superhuman intensity of her effort as she squirmed to get every millimeter of his long cock buried in the soft moistness of her tender passage. She bucked and tossed in time with his relentless thrusts, sensing that he was near the end, squeezing even tighter the stretched muscles of her rear passage as he sawed into her puckered asshole, his balls about to burst their hot, sticky load into her insides.
The big man met her new efforts with even harder, deeper plunges, battering her quivering buttocks with his loins as he buried his swollen prick far inside her soft, pink asshole. He gripped her upper thighs tightly, ramming her back on his skewering pole with all his strength, his moist shaft slithering wetly into her enormously stretched anus. His eyes were wide with animal fury at the incredible spectacle of this luscious young body writhing wildly, impaled on his glistening shaft, bucking in front of him like a tortured savage and the sadistic desire to inflict pain coursed through his sweating body as he rammed forward with a powerful thrust that seared up her ravaged ass like fire.
"Oh, God ... AAAuuurrrggghhh!" She screamed as he pounded his punishing spear into her again. "I love it!"
She was now pumping back and forth on his lust-hardened penis at a frantic pace, as his cock began to throb harder, inside her body, swelling so large, she knew it would burst her apart. It was killing her, but she wanted more ... more ... MORE!
It was at that precise moment, when both Toby and England were too absorbed in sodomy to notice, that Aaron Caldwell entered the den ... stark naked and fully erect! "Hi, kids," he beamed, running his lewd tongue over his rubbery lips. "You got room for one more?"
"Uncle Aaron! What-"
"My business didn't take as long as I'd expected, sweetness. How do you like being corn-holed?"
"She loves it, you fat bastard," Harry England, still buried thickly in her ass, responded for her. "You want to try it?"
Aaron approached the lewdly postured couple stealthily, his gnarled hairy hand busily working the heavy wealth of his foreskin back and forth over the crimson head of his penis. He smiled broadly at the deep scarlet blush of his neice-in-law's face under her mask ... and the network of welts on her buttocks and upper thighs. "You don't mind, old man? Perhaps we could share her attentions."
England winked slyly in acknowledgement, then rapidly withdrew his lust-purpled weapon from his employee's wife's asshole.
"Oh don't, please, Mr. England!" she protested. "Please fuck my ass!"
Aaron snorted lecherously, "See there, Harry? I told you the kid was a natural!"
England grunted approvingly. "How do you want to play it, Aaron?"
"Lay down on the couch, Harry. We'll make a sandwich out of it ... and she can be the meat!"
Toby straightened shakily and dutifully awaited further instructions while her husband's boss took his position on his back on the leather sofa, with his fantastic cock jutting straight up towards the ceiling. Like Uncle Aaron, the big man, too, began to manipulate the foreskin of his penis in anticipation, covering the bulging head on the upstroke, then hammering down quickly so that the slippery vermilion tip seemed to squirt out of his squeezing fist. God, it was soooo exciting!
The corseted girl moved quickly into position in her renewed eagerness to have a cock-any cock-thrust deeply up inside of her quivering pussy. God, she was dripping for it!
Placing one trembling knee on either side of the obscenely sprawled lecher's gross and hairy body, the excited young bride centered the nearly foot-long cock at the entrance to her wetly hot cunt, then sat down easily, letting it glide into her inch by delicious inch, until the prickly hairs on his belly meshed with her own.
"That was good, sugar," he leered up at her lust-contorted masked face. "Now slide up and do it again!"
Again Toby complied, squatting ever so slowly back down on her husband's boss's stiff shaft of flesh until his bloated balls wedged tightly in the crevice of her ass.
Then, satisfied with the lewdly choreographed arrangement of flesh on the couch, Aaron clambered behind the writhing golden form of his exotically innocent Eurasian niece-in-law and pressed his own turgid penis into the sweat-slickened crevice of her ass.
"Oh, yes, Uncle Aaron!" she shivered excitedly as the fat man's penis slithered easily into her bowels to the hilt. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"
"Sweet fucking Jesus, what a tight little asshole," Aaron hissed behind her. He ground his teeth tightly together, then took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing a groan of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward.
Toby lay moaning and twisting, sandwiched between the two of them like an insect, only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt separating the two vicious instruments that she felt surely must be the biggest cocks in the world.
There was no further delay. Harry England, already excited from his previous cruel rape of her anus, fucked furiously into Toby's hot, moist pussy while Aaron, above her, began thrusting with long hard strokes into the depths of her rectum. It took a moment, but then they began a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a side of beef. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her, but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with greater and greater force.
The smooth pink edges of Toby's pussy drew back with Harry's cock on the outstroke and disappeared back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched asshole as Aaron Caldwell screwed into it with a demonic fury.
Toby was nearly overwhelmed by a strange kind of masochistic joy. Perhaps it was from the very helplessness of her position, or the deliriously naughty thought of being fucked half to death by two dirty old men at once. Whatever it was, she liked it. Her slender golden hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of Uncle Aaron's 'cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Harry England's plunging cock into her hungrily nibbling pussy. Her whole body undulated between the two men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... she chanted in time to their bone-jarring thrusts into her vagina and rectum. "Fuck me ... screw me ... use me like the whore my mother said I am!"
She had never been so carried away with anything in her entire young life, and she prayed that it could go on forever. The very level of corruption that had prompted the two middle-aged men-her husband's uncle, and her husband's boss-to connive for the use of her body, charged her with a lewd delight that she hadn't imagined could exist in this life. She was a whore ... a concubine ... a lowly slave bent low in submission in front of a pair of cruel eastern potentates.
She was cumming!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Six days later, an exhausted Toby Caldwell let herself into an empty apartment. "John?" she called softly. "Darling, I'm home." She sat her suitcase down just inside the door and went directly to the bedroom. "John? Are you asleep?"
Nothing!
She went to the kitchen ... and found the hastily scribbled note that read: Dear Toby-I know I don't have anybody to blame but myself, but I can't take it anymore. I'll contact you about a divorce as soon as I'm settled someplace, John. A divorce? Oh, God, noooo, John! Not after all that's happened!
She just couldn't believe it. It had to be some kind of cruel joke. She gazed vacandy around the apartment, listening to the stony silence of desertion. How could it happen? They had been so very, very happy with one another!
She sat subdued at the kitchen table, trying to will herself to get up and make a pot of coffee or pick up the empty beer bottles on the living room floor ... anything that would keep her mind together and off the desperation that welled in her heart. Where was he? Was he all right? Then, as if in response to her confusion, the phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Honey? This is John."
"John?" her heart sang. "Oh, darling, where are you?"
"I'm in San Francisco. Are ... are you okay? I mean, did everything-"
"I'm fine, darling. A little changed maybe, but fine." She could hear him swallow over the phone. "How are you, John?"
"I ... I want to come home, Toby ... if you'll have me."
Toby's heart was pounding excitedly. Still, she thought it wise to warn him of the changes that had come over her during her stay at Uncle Aaron's. "Yes, John ... but, I'm not the same as I was before. I ... I hope you'll understand that."
"What ... what do you mean, you're not the same?"
A sudden feeling of naughtiness swept over the lovely Eurasian bride. "Come home and I'll show you, darling...."
* * *
"You're sure you want to do this?" John asked timidly for the fourth time in the past half hour. "I mean, it's not too late to call it off."
Toby nodded indulgently, knowing full well that her handsome young husband was looking forward to the evening's events as much as she herself was. "Zip me up, John?" she queried, turning the open "vee" at the back of her black crepe cocktail dress towards him. "The Carlsons will be here any minute."
John leaned forward and kissed the golden warmth of his wife's exposed flesh, then grabbed her by her tiny waist and pulled her back roughly against the thick bulge in his slacks. "You're ... you're a little whore, you know that?" he whispered huskily.
Toby relaxed against the strong arms that had suddenly encircled her and rubbed her buttocks back lewdly against the penis pressing into her crepe-covered crevice. "Yes, darling ... your whore."
"And everybody else's who can show at least six inches?"
"Oh, at least, darling. Don't forget to zip me."
The anxious young husband reached up to squeeze the covered swells of her breasts for a moment before reaching for the stubborn silver clasp. In the three days since he'd come home, they'd had sex a dozen times ... and neither one of them could seem to get enough.
"John?"
"Yes, honey?"
"How long did you say you've known this Mr. Carlson?"
"He's been with the company eleven years, so he was already there when I started." At last the stubborn zipper came free. "I had no idea Bob and his wife were swappers until Mr. England dropped in on me over Monday's coffee. There, that oughta do it!"
Toby turned to face him then, her almond eyes twinkling-nischievously as she stood on tip-toes and put her arms around his neck. "Have you ever seen her before, John?"
"Just once. Carol was that mousy little brunette with the silver eyeshadow and see-through blouse at the Christmas party last year. You remember?"
She leaned forward and kissed the cleft in his handsome chin. "I think so, darling. I don't remember him, though."
"Bob? Well, he's kind of a little guy. Okay looking, I guess. He dresses well."
"Oh, I hope he's not too small!"
John kissed her forehead. "You're getting to be a real greedy bitch," he mocked in good humor. Then, pressing forward with his abdomen, "I guess you'll just have to find out the rest for yourself, honey."
"MMMmmmmm!" Toby piped, finding his eager mouth with her own.
John's probing tongue locked in a dance macabre of lust with that of his young bride. He could feel the crepe crushing under him as he held her close and breathed the heady vapors of her musky perfume. God, she was a sexy little bitch! Guileless, warm, beautiful ... horny. She'd almost jumped at the chance to help John reingratiate himself with the "right people" at work, as Harry England had so tactfully put it. The "right people," of course, being the elite little crops of employees who let the boss use and abuse their wives ... in consideration of certain monetary and security considerations. It was a pact with, the devil, and he knew it. He also knew that he had missed taking his next extended vacation at the state "motel" by mere inches ... and that he couldn't, quite frankly, never find another job to equal the pay, power and prestige he enjoyed at England and England. Besides, Toby wasn't in the least indisposed at the prospect of helping her man get ahead in the world.
Toby broke the kiss then, and stood herself away from him at arm's length. "We'd better see who's at the door," she smiled.
* * *
John stripped quickly in the darkness as Carol Carlson waited on the bed, urging him to hurry. His head whirled slightly from too much to drink, but he didn't protest when she had fastened her hands around the already-hardening shaft of his cock.
He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them, pulling his body sideways against her, and leaving just enough room between their bodies for her to hold his warmly throbbing penis. Her asscheeks were as full shaped and yet as firm and resilient as those of a sixteen-year-old.
He was really going to give it to her tonight, he thought as he scented the maddening odor of a perfume he couldn't recognize. Yeah, man. Ji he had to let Bob Carlson screw his Toby, he was damn sure going to take advantage of Carol! He felt a twinge of remorse about the whole thing, but what he was doing was almost pure business. He needed his job and freedom, more than he needed his pride. And now, as he breathed in the dark-haired woman's heatherscented perfume he realized that it was all worth it. Her lips were soft and pliant and gave before the harsh pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills over his skin. Carol crushed the full length of her nakedly sensual body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting to pull John over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. She drew her arms over the muscular ridges of his back and then ran them down his chest over the secret hollows of him.
The young husband's hotly stiffened cock rested between the softness of the slightly older woman's smooth thighs, pressing achingly against the narrow hair-lined slit of her pussy. She arched up, levering his body with her own off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching down behind to the sperm-heavy sac of his balls, gave his sperm-laden testicles a sensual caress.
John groaned, and tried to position himself with his hands placed on either side of her sO that his throbbing cock-head nudged against her moistly parted vaginal lips.
"Here, let me help you with that." The small-bodied brunette reached both hands down to her wetly heated pussy lips and pulled the soft cuntal flesh slowly apart.
The lewd gesture gave his rigidly erect penis greater contact with her wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full smooth length in her moist, gently throbbing cuntal slit. She relaxed and sighed, dropping her sensually alive body back to the mattress as his long hard penis became trapped tightly between her sleek thighs.
He forced his hands between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, feeling the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked body up against him in a slow teasing motion. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly and softly just under her skin, indicating a formidable female strength concealed in her undulating body. The tenseness of the cords of her thighs pressed against the sensitive outsides of his hips, and he wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his long hard cock deep up inside her taut little belly.
"Christ, lover, you feel very ... very nice!"
"Damn, Carol," he gritted back, his wildly excited cock stiffening into an inflexible tube of tensed, pulsating flesh, "my fucking prick feels like it's going to cum all over you any second!"
"You just tell that pretty cock of yours to hold on awhile, lover." She rocked licentiously under him.
He began grinding rhythmically into her wet pussy lips, the mushroom-shaped head of his cock feeling her cuntal flesh shaping sensually around it as he slipped his hard rod of male flesh down to the dilating folds of her pussy.
He lay poised there for a seeming eternity, letting the lubricant-moistened tip move fractions of centimeters deeper into the softly parting mouth of her vagina, feeling her hands roaming over his body and circling around his throbbing cock as though she possessed a thousand tiny fingers of her own. But now her hands guided the hard pulsating shaft between the lips of her desire-moistened cunt, parting them like warm rose petals, his cock pushing through like the stamen on a huge exotic tropical flower.
He could feel his pubic hair grazing teasingly against hers, while their loins meshed and slid smoothly back and forth.
Carol's smoothly curving legs were pulled up so that the soft undersides of her voluptuous thighs lay aslant of his own, wedging them urgently forward while she moved her love-starved cunt in tracing little circles, forcing them into a stonelike hardness that ached and throbbed from the constant pressure.
He was unable to hold himself back any longer and flicked his hips forward. There was a sudden "swoosh" that sounded obscenely through the bedroom as he slammed into her with all his strength, separating the smooth wet vaginal lips one-from-the-other and plunging into her lewdly sucking pUssy.
"MMMmmm," she groaned from under him.
He thrust again.
"Oooooooohhhh."
And again, "AAAuuurrrggghhh!"
He felt the warm moist softness of her cuntmouth open around him as it sucked in, clasping erotically against each pulsating ridge and fiber of his swelling cock that had stiffened like a vibrating fire hose ready to squirt deeply into Carol's wantonly quivering belly.
"Am I as good as that hot little wife of yours?" his fellow employee's wife wondered aloud. "She ... oooohhhhh ... sure is a pretty little thing!"
* * *
Bob Carlson's long, hard prick stood out from under the slight paunch he was beginning to develop like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He stepped nakedly toward the lovely raven-haired girl on the living-room couch, with a lewd grin on his lips, and began to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the swollen bulbous head. "Like that, Lotus Blossum?" he cackled lewdly. "John have anything like this to stuff in that pretty little pussy of yours?" Toby's eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
God, it was thick!
Carlson reached down with his strong hands and jerked her to her feet. Then, cupping her face in his palms, he pressed his wet lips tightly down over her, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. She stood limply in front of him feeling the hardness of his penis, digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed with an evil grin of triumph. "Daddy's gonna do it to you nice and easy."
Toby was delightfully aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward jerk he opened it down to the tops of her buttocks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled it from her shoulders and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her ankles. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the floor and her full golden breasts burst into the open air. He dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his finger in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her round full buttocks and let them drop in the small skimpy pile of her other clothing around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood in front of him like a naked golden goddess while he panted on his knees in front of her. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her belly. The. sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from falling. Delighting in her complete surrender, Bob dropped his lips to the "vee" of her crotch, spreading the wispy black pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina.
Toby jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backwards toward the sofa. The edge caught her behind the knees and she fell back into a sitting position, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Carlson leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her as she landed. Her legs splayed widely apart, she could see him haunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay sprawled in erotic fascination as his tongue slowly circled his lips in preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart exposing the moist pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snakelike into the warm, throbbing walls of her pussy.
She jerked, a soul-searing groan escaping from deep within her chest. Her buttocks ground into the couch cushion trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret parts.
"Oh, God! Ooh! Oooooohhhh!" She moaned in lewd delight before the depraved attack, as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast between the tapering golden columns of her slender legs.
Forbidden thrills of pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly and her arms lay tensed at her side while her firm rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting that her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into their fleshy softness, his fingers rolling the hardened nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in slobbering subjugation at the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. Toby lay frozen in abject submission to the depravities he was subjecting her now-eager young body to. Random crazy pictures of her young husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the prurient sucking noises that Bob Carlson was making at her crotch.
Carlson's eyes remained locked on her beautiful oval face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her vagina. Before the night was over, she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more. And, by George, she'd get it ... and more!
Chuckling softly to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her body so the knee-caps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her crotch to his lustful sight. This would get her, he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening brought a long moan of anguish from her tortured lips. Toby clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. "Oh, yesss, Mr. Carlson!"' she purred. "Lick me ... suck me!"
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her slender hands curled down into his hair with a low, soul-stirring moan coming from deep within her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband. Forgotten was the sense of rage and humiliation. All that mattered now, was the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her golden flesh like tiny fiery needles.
Carlson thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering sheath of her vagina again, and felt her silken pubic bush brush tantalizingly against the end of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow, hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he brightened, watching excitedly the pained pleasurous contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her perfect teeth.
* * *
It was a month later and Toby lay in bed with John, sipping morning coffee he had prepared.
"So you say you're proud of me, eh hon?" Toby asked.
"What could I be without you, now tell me. Toby you've opened up a whole new world for me. I'm on my way now, right to the top, you'll see. We'll have everything we ever wanted."
Toby sipped her coffee and thought back to the day he had said she was a little whore. He was joking, of course. But it was true! She was a whore now.
