"Here comes Mr. Stanton," commented Wanda, the cleaning lady, leaning on her mop and nudging her co-worker, George, who was busily occupied with emptying the ashtrays next to the company elevator. "He's such a nice man, and so pleasant to everybody!"
"Hell, Wanda, I could be pleasant, too, with his dough. You got any idea what that guy makes a year?" grumbled the perpetually discontented George in reply.
"Oh, now you're being mean! Mr. Stanton has his troubles too, y'know. Imagine bringing up that lovely daughter of his all by himself after his dear wife passed away!"
"Now y'got somethin' there. I'd be a lot pleasanter if my ol' lady passed away and I had a good looking broad like his daughter around the house."
"George! Now I was talking with old Mister Matthews once while I was cleaning his office, and he told me that Mr. Stanton made his success in the good old-fashioned American way, worked his way through school, never ran around with the ladies, was always honest ..."
"Yeah, he's a friggin' Abraham Lincoln and he's only vice-president for sales," objected George, having listened to Tom Stanton's virtues for more years than he cared to recall. "Now let's take young Mister Bart Matthews, who happens to be president of this here company even if his old man still hangs around the office. Young Matthews flunks out of school, runs around with ladies who ain't exactly ladies, and is about half as honest as I am, which ain't very! And he makes twice what Stanton makes an' nobody shits on him either the way they do on your buddy Stanton. Now that's what I call the good old-fashioned way!"
"Hush, here he comes!" warned the cleaning lady, energetically running her mop over the smooth marble floors of the Matthews Building Materials Corporation while her colleague unenthusiastically swept out the elevator.
"Morning Wanda," Tom Stanton greeted them pleasantly. "And how's that beautiful wife of yours, George?"
"Good morning, Mr. Stanton," the two employees chorused simultaneously as the executive stepped onto the elevator. "Very fine, thank you,"
"He's still very young-looking and handsome too," sighed Wanda as the elevator doors closed and the vice-president for sales disappeared from sight. "Imagine, living alone when he could have almost any woman he wanted! But he seems to be happy anyway. Did ya' notice the way he smiled at us?"
"I dunno what he's got to smile about," grumbled George, still unsatisfied. "You heard that sales are down another couple a' points?"
* * *
No, Wanda had not heard, but the Board of Directors was fully informed on the matter and very worried, since things were steadily getting slightly worse instead of better with the Matthews Building Materials Corporation (of MBM. as it was called in the business). Mr. Matthews Senior, who had retired from the presidency of the company to become Chairman of the Board of Directors, thought it was just a downward trend which would correct itself with time, but his son was of a distinctly different opinion.
Part of the secret of Tom Stanton's success in life came from the fact that he looked so much like what he was supposed to be: an honest corporation executive, the type of guy who wanted to treat customers fairly and hang onto them, soft-spoken, well-mannered and handsome. At forty-five, his hair was greying dramatically and Tom had taken to wearing it slightly longer than was customary, largely because of his daughter's insistence that it was square these days to have short hair. Milly, in fact had become the central interest in Stanton's life since the death of his wife a decade before. Deciding not to re-marry immediately, the executive had gone to enormous personal expense to make sure that the girl lacked for nothing, spending all his free time with her and working hard to assure himself that she developed into a proper decent young woman. The years since his wife's death had gone by quickly, and other women had ceased to play much of a role in his life; he thought about getting married again someday, but the right woman never seemed to present herself and the gossips in his office had just about given up on him as a possible source of good juicy stories.
As he walked into the Board room, Stanton squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and reminded himself one last time not to lose his temper when young Bart Matthews went into his act. "Young" Matthews was well into his forties, about the same age as Tom himself, but he would be regarded as a kid until his elderly father died, and as far as Tom was concerned, he still behaved like the spoiled brat he had been twenty years ago when the two of them had gone to work for the old man. Tom knew he was going to get a working over today, there was no question about that; the important thing was to keep calm and hang on to his principles at all cost.
"It's not that the bottom has fallen out," Bart Matthews was proclaiming to the Board as Stanton entered. "But we lose a couple of percentage points to the competition every time we balance the books. If something isn't done to correct this trend, we are going to have some angry stockholders on our backs before long."
"I'd like to hear Tom's ideas on the subject." said the old man, his voice gone soft with age. "Sit down, Tom."
"Yeah, tell us why your boys aren't out there hustling the product anymore," sneered Matthews Junior accusingly. "We're all listening!"
Tom ignored him and deliberately lighted a filter cigarette to calm his nerves while he considered an appropriate answer to this insulting question.
"My boys are hustling as much as they ever were," he replied slowly. "I think our problem lies in the declining quality of the product. I passed the old Jenkins School the other day, the one we built just after the War, and the building looks like it'll stand there forever, yet some of the projects we've sold cement for in the last couple of years are already starting to look like they're ready for the wrecker. We've cheapened our product so much that it's no better than the stuff the competition makes."
"Exactly my point!" Matthews Junior shouted across the table at him. "If the products are the same, the difference is salesmanship, which is where we're falling down! We haven't changed our sales techniques since 1945 and it's a whole new ball game these days."
"Salesmanship can't be substituted for quality," Tom argued back, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "My salesmen are all competent men, known and respected in this community and builders are always coming to us for technical advice. And then we have to try to sell them cement that falls apart in a couple of years, so they take our free advice and buy their cement some place else! We were the leaders in this business for twenty years until we started saving money on quality and dumping it into cheap advertisement!"
The young Bart Matthews snarled at this direct challenge to his authority, glaring angrily at his vice-president. Everyone knew that Matthews would have gotten rid of Tom years ago, had his father permitted it, and the expensive new advertising campaign had been the president's own idea.
"I think we're losing sight of the basic point," the president reminded everyone, keeping his temper under control with an obvious show of difficulty. "Our competitors are out giving the client the old hard sell and we can't afford to do any differently. Now take the Madison Cement Works, for example, when they entertain a customer, he gets the works: girls, booze, maybe a little something under the table, anything he wants. How can we hold out against competition like that? It's a new business, Tom, and unless we get with it, we're going under!"
"Are you suggesting I hire a bunch of prostitutes to sell cement?" Stanton snapped flatly, looking his opponent straight in the eye.
"The Madison bunch are hustling a lot of cement, Tom, and if that's what we have to do to make our sales index start rising again, then that's what we should do. I don't want to know about it, of course. Sales are your department."
"I refuse to stoop to that kind of merchandising," Stanton replied evenly. "No matter what happens to the sales index. I remember when this firm was famous for square dealing."
"Son, Tom's good reputation is one of the mainstays of this corporation," objected the old man, coming to Stanton's rescue. "Folks trust him in these parts and if he starts getting involved in that kind of business, we'll lose our business and our self-respect, too."
"Yeah, we can talk about our self-respect when we file for bankruptcy," growled Matthews Junior menacingly, looking across the mahogany table at his long-time rival with genuine dislike. "All I've got to say is this: if we don't start scoring some touch-downs, I'm gonna make some changes in the line-up! Do it anyway you find acceptable to your delicate morals, Stanton, but get those sales moving!"
* * *
God, what a day! Tom Stanton complained to himself as he maneuvered the big company car through the heavy six o'clock traffic towards his spacious and comfortable home in an exclusive suburb of town. Damn Matthews anyway! With his father sitting right there, he dares to suggest we use call girls to sell products! Well, I'm too old to start pimping for a living now!
And you're also too old to get another job, he reminded himself soberly, pulling out to avoid a kid on a motorscooter and thinking of how difficult it would be if he were to lose his job with MBM. At forty-five, he would have to work like mad to get another position, probably at half the salary. The mortgage on their luxurious new home would fall through and Milly's college education might be cut short. His whole life would be changed . . .
But everybody else in town was using girls! Matthews had been perfectly right on that score, and Stanton knew from personal experience what a depraved, insidious business it was. There had been the time when he had gone as the MBM representative to the building materials convention in Chicago, under orders to dig up some cheaper sources of raw materials. A lot of buyers had attended the convention and he had gone about his business intelligently, visiting - everyone who was competing for his business, studying samples and making careful notes. That night at the party he had met the girl . . .
"Hey Tom, are you leaving already?" she called to him as he slipped on his coat and hunted around for his umbrella. Stanton had smiled back at the woman, trying to remember when and where they had been introduced. Certainly this was not a woman one was likely to forget easily: she had the voluptuous body of a Greek goddess who has somehow miraculously come to life and stepped down off her pedestal, wearing a short, form-fitting party dress which barely hid her high-set, well rounded breasts, the fabric thin enough to reveal the tiny protuberant nipples swaying temptingly as she moved.
"Yeah, got a big day tomorrow," he apologized, not remembering who she was and deciding that he had already drunk one drink too many. Obviously they had been introduced at some point during the evening or she would not have known his name.
"So do I. Could you drop me off at my place? The city isn't safe for a woman at night. "
When the taxi arrived at the door of her apartment, the girl - whose name turned out to be Laura - decided that it was not even safe for a girl to enter her apartment alone, and she persuaded Stanton to dismiss the cab and come up for a night cap. Tom was not a naive man and the meaning of her invitation was perfectly clear to him, but he shrugged his shoulders and followed her into the attractive apartment. After all, he reminded himself. You've been living without a woman for almost ten years now. You're single and not bad-looking for a grey-haired forty-five year old executive. Why not have a little fun when the opportunity presents itself?
And the opportunity presented itself almost immediately. As soon as the door closed behind them, the girl melted into his arms, pressing her lush young body against his and offering her wetly parted lips to be kissed. Tom felt his desire coming alive again after all the years of deprivation and he returned her kiss passionately, his tongue snaking agilely into her open mouth. The sharp full tips of her widely spaced breasts were jutting firmly into his chest and the protruding mound of her pussy beneath her thin dress was rubbing directly and sensuously against his jerking, slowly awakening penis.
A little rusty from lack of practice, he fumbled with the zipper on the back of her dress, drawing it slowly down to the small of her back just above the soft rise of her smoothly rounded buttocks. Laura was wasting no time, her own hands diving boldly into his groin where she fondled his long stiffening cock with expert fingers until the corporation executive thought he was going to go straight out of his mind with simple lust. Tom had not been this excited in years and he felt his body trembling with passion as he slipped the flimsy mini-dress off the girl's milk-white shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving her sensually ripened body cold only in a tiny transparent pair of panties. With amazing speed, his own clothing seemed to melt off his body and within another moment, the two of them were writhing nakedly together on the bed, their hands all over each other's bodies.
"Oh Tom!" she gasped hungrily. "This has never happened to me before . . . I mean . . . I just saw you there at the party and the most incredible feeling came over me . . .
But her words were interrupted as the wildly excited man flung his hard athletic body down on top of her warm nakedness and squirmed between her outstretched legs, his massively erect cock already stiff and ready for action, and his tongue spearing wetly down into her throat. The eagerly willing girl responded with all the lascivious energy in her voluptuous young body, thrusting her pelvis wantonly up at him and using the fingers of both hands to spread apart the palpitating, hair-lined lips of her pussy. Her ripely firm breasts cushioning his chest, Laura jackknifed her knees up as high as she could to open her wetly waiting cunt to him even farther, using one of her hands to pull his eagerly erected cock into the soft moistness of her fiery young pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned in pure happiness as his lust-stiffened penis came skewering into her already lubricated vagina, plunging with one smooth powerful stroke all the way to the sensitive tip of her cervix.
But Stanton had been out of practice too long, and with a feeling of despair he knew in a minute that he was not going to be able to sustain this wildly exciting pace much longer. Jerking spastically in and out of her softly clasping cunt, he could feel his churning hot sperm begin to gather deep inside his over-stimulated body, preparing to rush through the narrow passageway of his frantically jerking cock embedded deep into the welcoming depths of this strange woman's body. No sooner had the thought entered his mind, than it began to happen to him! Inexorably, his hot sticky sperm flooded out of his balls, his madly pumping cock spurting as he ejaculated violently into her with the young girl groaning as the hot searing cum filled her wetly quivering cunt to overflowing.
He feared that she was disappointed in him and unsatisfied, but she gave no sign of it; and she lovingly rolled him over onto his back, covering his sweating torso with wet hungry kisses. Bit by bit, Laura's moistly warm mouth dropped lower and lower until he felt her wetly searching lips invade his groin and begin gently kissing the limply deflated rod of his penis. No one had ever done this to him before, and the executive's mind almost went into orbit as he felt her take his soft exhausted cock between her gently nibbling lips and nurse it carefully and persistently back to life.
The two of them went on all night, hardly speaking to one another in their hurry to cram as much love-making as possible into the hours before dawn. Just before sunrise, they drifted off into a tired happy sleep, and when Tom awoke, he realized he was already late for his first appointment.
"Oh Lord," he groaned, not really too distressed over the situation. "Right now I'm supposed to be talking about cement to the president of the Billings Company!"
Instantly, the girl was in his arms, pressing her erect little nipples temptingly into his chest, her hands once again caressing his long sluggish penis into activity.
"Darling, forget about the Billings people," she cooed at him softly. "We can take care of you from now on. "
"Who is 'we'?" Tom demanded in confusion.
"You silly thing! I told you last night I worked for J. L. Farber and Company! How could you possibly think of going to those terrible people at Billings after all that's happened between us?"
"I ... I didn't realize . . . " Stanton stammered, trying to get his keen businessman's mind working again after this depraved night of sexuality. "But the Farber Company . . . your prices are way too high, and the stuff you sell is second-rate! I can get a much better deal for my company almost anywhere else!"
"Forget about your silly company, darling and think about yourself," she urged him, running her softly tantalizing lips down his chest towards his hard erect penis. "Sign a contract with us and we'll take care of you, baby, and Laura's available anytime you come to town. We keep our customers happy and our stuff may be second-rate, but I'm not!"
Suddenly Tom shook his head and realized that he had been conned in the worst possible way. This woman had toyed with his emotions, prostituting herself happily for the good of the Farber Company, and the fantastic night they had spent together had been just another day in the office as far as she was concerned.
"I'm sorry," he announced stiffly, pushing her firmly away and reaching for his pants. "I have an appointment with the Billings people this morning, and I'd better get over there because I expect to sign a contract with them!"
"You'd better think twice," she flared angrily, finally showing her true personality. "We had some pictures taken last night while you were enjoying yourself with little Laura in this bed. Sign with us or Mrs. Stanton is going to get a very interesting photograph album delivered to her!"
"You're almost ten years late," Tom informed her sadly as he knotted his tie and prepared to leave. "Mrs. Stanton is dead and I can't think of anyone else who'd be impressed with your dirty pictures. "
* * *
Stanton suddenly became conscious of the fact that the traffic light had changed from red to green and the cars behind him were angrily blowing their horns. Rapidly, he shifted the big car into gear and moved forward, shaking his head to drive away the thought of that unpleasant experience. To think that he had been on the verge of proposing marriage to Laura! What madness! Imagine bringing a vicious depraved woman like that home to be a mother to Milly!
The roads were clearer once Tom Stanton passed the city limits and he lighted a cigarette and tried to relax for the last few miles to his home, wondering if his daughter would be there to greet him. For years he had been in the habit of racing home after his day's work was done to spend the evening with Milly, taking her to shows, listening to her latest long-playing record or simply sitting in front of the fire talking. Now he recognized sadly all that was changing. As a freshman student at the local college, Milly had homework to occupy her most days and - although Tom found it difficult to accept - she occasionally went out for the evening with some young man. As an intelligent up-to-date parent, Stanton realized that soon she would be settling down with one boy and ultimately getting married. Then she would leave him forever, stopping back on occasional Sunday afternoons to visit "Grandpa" and show him the kids. His son-in-law would pretend to listen to his opinions on politics and borrow money from him. And he would be alone.
But his mood of unhappiness passed abruptly the moment he pulled into his alleyway and saw that Milly's beat-up old car was parked in front of the garage. His daughter was at home, which meant that they would have dinner together and possibly have time for a quiet chat before she plunged into her evening activities with her customary adolescent vigor. He opened the door and walked in, tossing his briefcase on the desk in the study and started up the stairs to his bedroom to freshen up for dinner.
Halfway up the stairs, he froze as a figure appeared unexpectedly before him. It was a young woman, tall and blonde dressed only in a flimsy see-through brassiere and a pair of equally inadequate panties. She was standing at the door of the bathroom, speaking to Milly and obviously unaware of his presence. Tom was staggered for a moment, knowing he should do something to spare her from embarrassment and yet wondering who on earth she could possibly be. The girl was positively voluptuous, with unusually large, lust-inciting breasts, and yet her waist was slender and tapered, giving her the earth shaking appearance of one of those girls one sees in the center of a man's magazine.
"I better get fixed up before your old man comes home," she was saying nonchalantly to Milly who was apparently in her bedroom. "Should I wear something sexy?"
"A little bit but not too much," came Milly's cautioning voice. "Daddy's not as modern as he thinks he is, and we don't want to scare him."
"I'll put on that blue miniskirt," decided the unknown young woman as she headed into the bathroom. "It shows a little bit but not enough to upset the old-timer." And then the apparition disappeared.
Tom Stanton got a grip on his nerves and tiptoed back down the stairs, heading immediately for his study, where he fixed himself a quick drink. What on earth is happening here? he asked himself in confusion. What kind of girl is this anyway, and what is she doing in my home running around in her underwear?
His questions were due to be answered shortly when the two girls knocked at his study. Milly, dark-skinned and black-haired entered first, leading the other girl by the hand.
"Dad, I want you to meet my friend Glenda. Glenda, this is Dad."
Glenda smiled easily and stepped forward to shake hands with Tom Stanton while the man's eyes widened with surprise as he took in the scene before him. The girl's dress was shorter than anything he had ever allowed Milly to wear, and she filled it completely, the tops of her proudly up thrust breasts clearly visible; and when she bent slightly to sit down, his staggered eyes took in a great deal more of her fleshy young breasts than just the tops. Her smoothly tapered thighs were almost completely exposed as she casually crossed her legs and lit a .cigarette. She was stunning, even though she could not have been a day over twenty, and Tom felt his heart quickening.
The story came out very quickly. Glenda was in Milly's class at the college, and was running into money problems since her parents lived in another city and could not afford to do more than pay her tuition. In as much as the Stanton's had this big beautiful house and there were only two people living in it, Milly had decided that it would be a splendid idea for Glenda to come and live with them. The new girl could help with the dinner and the washing up and generally make herself useful to earn her keep, and it would be - as far as Milly was concerned - fun to have a girl friend around the house.
Tom Stanton was torn by indecision as he considered the idea. No, it's obviously impossible, he told himself. For one thing, the presence of this gorgeous creature who was young enough to be his daughter around the house was liable to keep him in a permanent state of agitation, particularly if she made a habit of running around half-dressed. Also, she seemed tough and sophisticated beyond her years and, like any parent, Tom worried about the effect she might have on Milly's morals. His daughter had always been a good girl, and if she could hold out just a couple more years, she would be ready to marry . . . and then his worries would be over. But in the meantime, nineteen was a dangerous age for girls, especially when they possessed his daughter's quiet, winsome beauty and poise. Milly was a prize for some very worthy young man, and Stanton had been trying for years to insure that this prize would be delivered in prime condition. All things considered, the intelligent answer could only be no. That was the "intelligent answer", but his real answer came right from the gut.
"Yes," he told them hesitantly. "I guess it would be okay . . . welcome to our house, Glenda."
"Thanks, Tom," she told him brightly, inviting herself boldly to the use of his first name. "I'll try not to be any trouble."
CHAPTER TWO
Goddamnit, he really doesn't like me, Glenda was thinking as Tom Stanton nodded curtly to her on the way out to the car. For two weeks now I've been smiling at him as pretty as I can and fixing his coffee the way Milly says he likes it, and all I get are growls and nasty looks for my troubles. I wonder why?
One thing is for sure; whether he likes me or not, this is the kind of life for old Glenda, the girl continued to think as she wandered through the elegant house. The maid picks up your clothes and washes them; I've got my own bathroom for the first time in my life, and a bed which is too soft to be true. Milly and her Dad eat like kings and that liquor closet is up to my standards. The folks back on the farm should see their daughter now! But I've got to solidify my position around here and make that old bastard like me by hook or by crook so I can stay here at least until I finish college.
There were some very solid reasons why Tom Stanton was beginning to regret his decision to allow Glenda to become a permanent guest in their home. For one thing, the girl was definitely about a decade ahead of Milly in sophistication and worldliness; and in two weeks, Tom had already begun to detect the change in his daughter's behavior. A few days ago, he had caught her smoking a cigarette, but since he and Glenda both smoked, he had hardly been able to make a scene over this minor issue. Another time he had invaded Glenda's bathroom early one morning looking for razor blades and found instead a complete pharmacy of birth control equipment. The executive did not particularly care what Glenda did with her life, and if she wanted to have pre-marital sexual relations with men, that was her business. But as a parent, Stanton knew that the availability of birth control equipment would take the terror out of pre-marital sex for Milly as well, and who knew where that could lead?
And, worst of all, Glenda seemed to regard him as a member of her own family and did not bother to cover herself adequately in his presence. She appeared routinely at breakfast with merely a flimsy dressing gown thrown over her nakedness, and when she bent over him to pour the coffee, the top buttons on the gown nearly always gave way under the stress of her ripe young breasts, treating him to the sight of her high perky nipples dangling tantalizingly above his cream and sugar. Tom Stanton was not anti-sex, not by a long shot, but Glenda was not being seductive or deliberately sexy since half the time her hair was still in curlers and last night's mascara was still smeared on her cheeks. No, she was just unconscious of him, probably thinking he was by now too old to have any sexual instincts left and therefore not someone she had to worry about.
And, inevitably, she and Milly had begun to swap clothing despite the fact that Glenda was decidedly bigger in the breasts than Milly. Stanton liked looking at extreme miniskirts on other men's daughters, but he did not appreciate the same sight when a member of his family was concerned. But, once again, he could hardly object to a dress worn by Milly if it belonged to Glenda without hurting the other girl's feelings. It was an impossible situation!
Disgruntled, Stanton parked his car in the space reserved for him behind the MBM Corporation Building and went up to his office to find a note on his desk asking him to stop by and see Bart Matthews. I wonder what the boy genius has got on his small but active mind today, he grumbled to himself, but Bart was the president of this company and Tom dutifully walked down the hall to his colleague's office. Bart's good looking secretary nodded at him casually as he entered, hardly looking up from the more important task of doing her nails. She doesn't have to worry about making a good impression on me, Stanton meditated bitterly, she can't type and she can't file and she can't take dictation, but she goes out with Matthews Junior a couple of times a week and manages to keep him happy in her own special way.
"Ah, come in Tom," Bart Matthews interrupted his sullen contemplation of the secretary. "We've got a few things to talk about."
"Let me guess! You want us to offer a pound of heroin with every ton of cement we sell?"
"Tom, if you can sell cement by giving away heroin, then do it by all means," smiled Matthews grimly. "Glad to see you're finally getting the point. Look, my father has just left for Florida, so I've got him off my back for a couple of months and I want to see if I can't do something about the sales while he's away. Before he left, the old man delivered another one of his lectures about how your reputation is the mainstay of the company and all that bullshit, and he gave me an idea. Okay, you're Mr. Clean around here so let's use that reputation. I want you to give some parties in that big splendid house of yours and invite some of the people we should be selling to, but aren't. A little booze, maybe, some good times out there, possibly a girl or two and ..."
Tom flared. "Ah! Besides becoming a pimp myself, you now want me to turn my home into a brothel!"
"Stanton, I don't mean you have to let them screw in your bedroom, just entertain them in your house. You never mix socially with your clients anyway, and that's part of your job as Sales Manager."
"And where am I supposed to find the girls? Can you picture me walking the streets looking for shady ladies who look like they could hustle a little cement? This business turns my stomach!"
"All right, all right! I'll find the girls, you just provide the house, and naturally your expenses come out of the advertising budget. As far as the girls are concerned, that little bitch of a secretary of mine has had it too easy for too long, and maybe we can provide an opportunity for her to prove her loyalty to the company. And I know some other gals whose morals aren't as stern as yours."
"Not in my home!"
"Tom, have you forgotten who co-signed the mortgage with you when you bought that pleasure palace? We did. You lose your job and we withdraw our security, my friend, and you and Milly will be out on the street. Get smart, will you! My father isn't going to live forever, and if you and I aren't seeing eye to eye when he goes to his eternal reward, then you are minus a job, morals or no morals!"
The argument endured for another hour and a half, but Tom knew he was losing and by the time he walked out past Bart's sluttish secretary (who was still doing her nails), they had agreed to hold a party in a week's time, inviting all of the big-wigs in the local construction industry. Bart Matthews was scheduled to arrive with a couple of young ladies whose morals were somewhat less rigid than MBM's cement, and if any of their potential customers felt like taking one of them home, Tom had decided that it was hardly his responsibility. He would have to invent some kind of story for getting Glenda and Milly out of the house that night.
The rest of the day was spent on the telephone and sending out invitations, and by the time the executive arrived at home that night, several hours late, he felt tired and angry inside, knowing that he had fought a moral battle and lost . . . and had become a poorer man for it.
Glenda greeted him at the door.
"Tom! I was getting worried! Did you have a rough day at the office?"
"Worse than usual," he snapped. "Where's Milly?"
"She had to go to a meeting of the Library Committee at school. They're supposed to have a party afterwards and she said to tell you that she might be home a little late."
"Oh great! Now I have to sit up half the night worrying about her!"
"Now you don't have to do anything of the kind," Glenda told him as she helped him off with his coat. "Milly's a big girl now, Tom. You have to get used to the idea. I've got dinner in the oven for you, so why don't you take a nice relaxing bath and then come down for something to eat? I'll fix you a martini while you're getting your clothes off.
There was something vaguely seductive about this offer, and Stanton nodded uneasily and headed for his bedroom to undress. He still didn't like Glenda and wanted her out of the house, but tonight he had other things to worry about, and it was comforting to have someone fussing over him after the brutal day he had spent at the office. And besides, there were no curlers in her hair and her mascara was in place. In fact, his daughter's girl friend was looking absolutely smashing with a rather severe high-necked dress which emphasized the voluptuous exciting lines of her seductive young figure and made her look several years older at the same time. Too bad she thinks I'm ninety years old, he daydreamed as he slipped on his dressing gown and headed for the bathroom. I could really use a little action tonight. It seems like it's been a long time . . .
In the bathroom, the hot water was running into the tub and an ice-cold pitcher of martinis was sitting on the toilet seat. Now this is what I call service, Tom sighed, pouring himself a taller than usual glass and settling into the warm water. Hmmmmmm, just about the right amount of Vermouth too.
"Dinner in thirty minutes?" came a soft voice at the door of the bathroom.
"Sounds great!" Tom responded cheerfully, his worries and problems draining away as the alcohol re-invigorated his system. "Better make another pitcher of martinis."
"That sounds really great!" agreed Glenda, her low husky voice a gentle purr.
Maybe I should think about finding myself another wife, Stanton meditated as he ran the towel over his lean muscular body and studied himself in the mirror. Hell, with my health, I could live for another forty-five years. My muscles are still in good shape and my little friend down there doesn't look as if he's ready for the grave yet either. How about it, Mister, would you like to get back into business? he questioned, feeling slightly drunk and more than slightly ridiculous about conducting a serious dialogue with his own penis.
Tom's cock was half-erected and jerking slightly for some reason and he abruptly realized that being alone in the house with this gorgeous young girl who was almost the same age as his daughter was exciting him against his will. Forget it, he reprimanded himself sharply. For one thing, she thinks of you as Father Time and furthermore, it would be dishonorable for you to make a pass at a young woman who is a guest in your home.
Down in the kitchen, Glenda was working hard to make sure that this would be the finest dinner Tom Stanton had ever eaten. She did not know much about cooking, but she had followed several recipes in the cookbook religiously, hoping that candles and soft music would make up for whatever the meal lacked in quality.
Stanton appeared, dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a shirt left open at the throat, and Glenda appraised him with an expert's eyes. Not bad, she thought craftily. Maybe this isn't going to be so painful after all. A guy like him must have a hell of a lot of experience in the sack, and if he makes little Glenda happy, then he can count on some regular action. But like it or not, I've got to get him into bed with me or I'll be out in the cold with winter coming on!
"Would you like some wine with your dinner?" she asked sweetly as Tom sat down at his place in the dining room. "After such a hard day, maybe it would relax you."
He agreed and watched as she filled his glass with the white clear liquid, feeling his nerves start to settle down once again as soft music wafted in from the record player. They chatted lightly over the meal and Stanton seemed to enjoy what he was eating despite Glenda's fears about its quality.
"Ah, that was terrific!" he proclaimed as he finished, pushing himself away from the table and lighting Glenda's cigarette for her.
Now more relaxed, he settled back in his chair and looked at the girl in a brand new light. "It's been a long time since I had a romantic dinner with wine, candles, and a pretty girl."
"Oh, you're making yourself older than you are," she chided him. "I bet you've got girls tucked away in every corner."
"Alas, I haven't," Tom confessed honestly.
"Bringing up Milly has taken a lot of time over the past few years . . . why I've even forgotten how to dance!"
"Now I know you're wrong," she said triumphantly, realizing that this was the perfect opening. "Come on, let's try it and I'll tell you whether you've forgotten or not."
She melted instantly into his arms before he had the opportunity to object, and Tom felt his head spinning slightly, unable to decide whether this uneasiness was caused by all the alcohol he had consumed or the silken softness of her fully ripened breasts boldly pushing into his chest.
Glenda was obviously not a girl who believed in keeping her distance, and she spread her legs slightly as they swayed to and fro with the music, allowing him to feel the tempting mound
of her wetly throbbing pussy as it rubbed insistently against the top of his thigh. Hearing him sigh involuntarily, the devious and seductive 18 year old blonde shifted her position slightly so that they were dancing belly to belly, the softness of her pubic region in direct contact with his thick, excited penis. He could feel his rapidly swelling cock jerking inside his pants, and Tom's face flushed with embarrassment.
"Don't be shy," she commanded, pulling him even closer. "I'm not going to eat you . . . not yet anyway," and she giggled, letting this lewd joke slip out casually as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Oh . . . well ..." he stumbled, not capable of thinking of an appropriate response to this lascivious remark.
"You know, you're a very handsome man," she informed him, looking boldly into his face and running her fingers tantalizingly through his salt and pepper hair. "I think you've forgotten just how good-looking you are, and I'm afraid you've been having kind of an effect on me."
"Really!" he croaked in surprise. "Well . . . I'm glad I can still have an effect on somebody. I don't seem to be able to sell cement anymore."
"Oh, forget about cement, darling. Just listen to the music and think about us. Oh, the wine is going to my head! In another minute, I'm just going to be putty in your hands."
Tom Stanton was not sure who was putty in whose hands just at this moment, but he closed his eyes and did as he was told, his hands slipping involuntarily lower and lower on the girl's back. Feeling no sign of a brassiere strap, an extra thrill of sensual excitement ran through his sex-starved body as he realized that the sensually alluring young girl was naked beneath her dress.
"Oh, I'm tired. Let's sit on the couch," she pleaded, and without letting go of one another, the couple sank down onto the softness of the sofa, Tom's arms still wound tightly around her lust-inciting young figure. Tucking her head on his broad muscular shoulder, the girl kissed his neck and brazenly dropped her hand to his lap. Tom found himself protesting with unconvincing weakness as she began to stroke his now thickly bulging cock through his pants.
"Oh, now I've excited you, Tom," she apologized as if this had all happened by accident. "How big and hard you are!"
"We shouldn't really be doing this," he mumbled uncertainly, not yet fully convinced that any of this was really true.
"Oh, I know we shouldn't but. . . sometimes people can't help themselves," she whispered in "his ear, guiding one of his trembling hands to the warm fullness of her softly ripened young breasts. "Yes, touch me there, darling."
Stanton did as he was told, feeling like a dirty old man, but unable to resist the temptation posed by this sensuous, full-breasted, young woman who was so obviously offering him her splendid body. After all, he reasoned with himself, with all that contraceptive junk in the medicine cabinet, she must know what she's doing. I won't be the first by a long shot, and one more wouldn't hurt. But if Milly ever found out.. .
"Oh Tom, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it," she interrupted his soul searching. "I want to take off my clothes now, darling. Please let me."
Stanton's blood-engorged cock gave a special little jerk at the thought of her baring her lushly ripened body to him, and before he could give her permission, she had wiggled out of his arms and was standing boldly in front of him, silhouetted by the candlelight from the table, her arms reaching around behind her to unfasten the back of her long black dress.
"Sometimes I think you just have to let your instincts take over, don't you?" she asked innocently as she slid the silky garment down off of her milk-white shoulders and let it hang loosely around her narrow waist, exposing to his widened eyes the two most beautifully formed breasts he had ever laid eyes on. She was undressing naturally and without embarrassment, as if she were alone in her bedroom with no one watching but the mirror on the wall. Then, trying to tease just a little, Glenda turned her back on him as she bent over to peel off her sheer nylon stockings, and the thin silken strip of her panties slipped temptingly into the narrow crevice between her smoothly rounded buttocks. She straightened up slowly with the poise of a ballet dancer, the full half-moons of her buttocks shimmering in the subdued light from the candles.
Stanton was still a little staggered by this mysterious set of circumstances, not quite able | to convince himself that this lovely young I blonde intended to give her voluptuous body to I him. She was warm and supple and simply dripping with sex, and Stanton squirmed uneasily on the couch as he feasted his eyes I upon her nakedly sensual contours and his long | hard cock - now enlarged by a powerful; erection - jerked eagerly in his pants. One thing was perfectly clear; he could hardly turn back at this point, even if he had wanted to. His turned-on, over-excited body would hardly permit it. He was committed and the executive shook his head to drive away the last shreds of disbelief as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
CHAPTER THREE
When Glenda was perfectly naked, the young girl simply turned and took the astonished older man by the hand, leading him unresistingly towards his master bedroom. Tom Stanton followed her in a daze, unable to keep his staggered eyes off the smooth shining surfaces of her sensually swaying body and the exciting little dimples where her backbone disappeared teasingly into the lush valley between the twin fleshy globes of her buttocks.
"Are you nervous?" she asked him with a mischievous grin, her voice low and husky as they reached the edge of the bed, and she turned around to run her fingers gently through his hair. "I can tell you're excited."
"Can you?" he managed to respond. "How? Am I breathing hard?"
With a soft lewd smile, she allowed her gaze to drop to the bulging front of his pants, and she patted his swelling manhood casually with her hand.
"How can I tell? Let's say a little birdie told me," she giggled. "Let me undress you. I think it's more exciting that way, don't you?"
"You seem to know what you're doing," he commented hoarsely as she dropped agilely to her knees in front of him to attack the buckle on his belt and with a deliberate tantalizing slowness drew down the zipper of his fly. Stanton had been about to ask her how many other men she'd had in her life, but it occurred to him that she might take offense at a careless remark of this kind.
"What you're trying to ask me is whether I make a habit of doing this, aren't you," she smiled at him lustily as she lowered his pants, and then slipped her fingers underneath the elastic of his shorts to grasp his hotly pulsating penis.
"Well, no . . . your private life is none of my business."
"That's precisely what I was about to tell you," she said her voice still soft but obviously a little peeved. "When somebody gives you a present, lover, it's not very polite to ask a lot of questions."
"Okay, no questions," he agreed quickly looking down at her nakedly voluptuous body as she knelt submissively before him, her delicate white hands rhythmically squeezing the warm throbbing hardness of his cock. From this position, he could study the large full mounds of her succulent breasts, their erect little nipples staring at him blindly like two unseeing eyes, and he found he could not resist the temptation to reach down and caress them lightly with his fingers, stimulating the buds to expand and become even more protuberant while the girl grinned up at him to show that he was forgiven.
"Hmmmmmmm, I guess you know what you're doing, too," she crooned seductively, easing his white cotton undershorts down over his thighs and exposing his rigidly throbbing penis. She leaned forward quickly and kissed it, causing Tom's already thickly excited organ to jerk spasmodically, as if an electric current had suddenly been passed through it. His mind whirling with lust, Stanton decided he could not bear to wait another minute, and he raised her to her feet, tipping her over backwards onto the bed and throwing his hard panting body on top of hers.
She seemed incredibly soft and supple as he lay on top of her, feeling her proudly upthrust breasts pushing against his chest. Glenda immediately pressed her thighs tightly together, capturing his heatedly throbbing cock between them and slowly and deliberately moved her long tapered legs back and forth, exciting him to the point where he feared he would cum unless she stopped. His long meaty cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life, and the thick white seminal fluid was already beginning to seep slowly from the glans at the hardened tip. Knowing that he would explode prematurely if he remained in this position for another minute, Stanton rolled off the girl and fervently ran his fingers over her warm naked body while she continued to massage his massively trembling cock with obviously experienced hands. Their hot eager mouths joined and her tongue came spearing into his, wetly searching for his tongue, and the two of them French kissed with rapidly growing passion for a long minute.
"Hummmmmmm," she purred, her voice husky. "I see you haven't gotten out of practice."
"Some things you don't forget," Tom responded, realizing that her lush young body was actually trembling in his arms with naked undisguised lust. Man, she's really turned on! the executive commented to himself. You never really know about these young girls.
"Oh Tom," she groaned as he rubbed her sensuously warm breasts with his hands, tweaking and exciting her erectly swollen nipples until they looked ready to explode. "Do you want to do it really?"
"Oh God, how can you doubt it at this state of the game?" he replied wondering if she was going to change her mind ... or if she had just been leading him on.
"Then tell me," she begged. "I want to hear you say it."
"I want to make love to you," he obliged. "Now!"
"No, no, use the other word, the one men use! I want to hear you say it."
Stanton hesitated, not quite believing his ears. He had heard that there were women who got excited by men who used obscene words, but in his limited previous sex experience, he had never run into one before.
"I want to fuck you," he told her with a growl. "I want to put my cock in your cunt and fuck you until you can't walk. I want to hear you scream!"
An eager tremor rustled through Glenda's young body like the wind blowing through a pile of dry leaves, and she closed her eyes and pressed her passionate nakedness even closer to him, her ripely quivering breasts crushing flat against the hardness of his chest.
"Oh, yes, then do it," she murmured, now apparently half out of her mind with unsatisfied desire. "Fuck me, darling. Fuck my cunt."
Her hand clung desperately to his hotly pulsating cock as he levered up over her, watching her wantonly spread her firm young thighs to receive him like the doors of a medieval castle thrown open to admit an honored guest. Glenda's eyes were shut tightly now, but her full sensuous mouth was working, mumbling obscenity after obscenity, some of those words Stanton, himself, had never heard before. The older man moved forward slowly, anxious not to seem clumsy or awkward, but the shamelessly aroused young blonde was helping him all the way, tightly gripping him by the thick leathery foreskin on his uncircumcised penis and guiding his hot throbbing hardness in the direction of her open, wetly waiting cunt. Only when his lust-swollen cock-head was resting snugly in the moist warmth of her narrow hair-lined vaginal slit did she release her hold on him. With a low groan of hunger, she arched her fleshy white buttocks boldly up off the mattress and reached beneath her trembling ass-cheeks, using her fingers to pull her wetly glistening vaginal lips slowly apart in order to give his rigidly throbbing cock the maximum amount of contact with the heated flesh of her tight little cunt. When the blunt heavy tip of his penis was in position, Glenda relaxed slightly, as if the battle was already won. There's no turning back for Mr. Thomas Stanton now, she was thinking triumphantly. Whether he knows it or not, he's just acquired an eighteen year old mistress and he's going to be very nice to her!
Externally the conniving young woman still gave the impression of a girl completely beside herself with uncontrollable passion, and the fact that she was coolly calculating every move she made was cunningly disguised from view. But she groaned anyway as Tom angled his massively heated cock for position, and she lay there thinking that she would enjoy this little session, despite her ulterior financial motives, since Stanton's beautiful penis was one of the longest and hardest she had felt in a long time. She didn't care that he was old enough to be her father; she had been disappointed more than once by callow school boys who threw her on her back, bucked for a few seconds between her outstretched legs and then groaned and came before going back to the fraternity house to brag to all their friends about their latest conquest, leaving her still warm and unsatisfied. If old Tom could cut the mustard in the sack, she decided, he would get all the action he could handle!
"Oh, you feel so good!" she praised him, closing her thighs tightly and again trapping his thick, rigid member between her legs. Then Stanton was half-again as big as any other man she had ever gone to bed with, and it crossed her mind suddenly that that his thickly aroused shaft might even hurt when he came skewering into her wetly prepared cunt, especially since he was too excited by now to take the time to be gentle. Her sharp fingernails clawed across his broad back, leaving little red paths where they passed, and she felt Tom Stanton respond by pushing his hands underneath her smoothly undulating buttocks, lifting her nakedly writhing body clear up off the bed with pure brute strength as he prepared to fuck her with all the strength in his sex-crazed body.
Using the powerful muscles in his forearms, he carefully spread, apart the cheeks of her ripe young ass, opening up the whole flat plane of her moistly throbbing pussy to him, and began to torment her by moving the pulsating hardness of his cock up and down in the hot crevice between her legs, deliberately stimulating the erect little button of her clitoris. It was his turn to tease now, and he made the most of the opportunity, grinning savagely to himself as he heard her beginning to whimper with unashamed lust, gyrating her smoothly rounded buttocks in a desperate effort to capture his long, hotly pulsing cock and suck it inside of her hungrily waiting cunt. Without warning, her legs snaked up agilely on either side of his torso, encircling his lean muscular body completely, and she strained with the muscles in her thighs in a wild attempt to force him into the cuntal depths of her hungering body. Now the teenage blonde girl wanted it and she wanted it bad!
"Oh, don't wait any longer, Tom. Fuck me now!" she pleaded in a genuine agony of expectation. Her heatedly aroused body was now on fire and the tortured young girl felt she would lose her mind if he delayed another minute. She realized full well that she had been the one to start this lewd game, and she had led him by the nose right up to the edge of the bed, but once they had gotten serious about this business, Stanton had taken charge with a real vengeance.
When it finally happened, it was difficult to say whether he had entered her or Glenda had surrounded him with her hotly moistened pussy. As Tom moved forward, the desire-wracked girl tightly seized his thickly bulging cock with her delicate fingers and wildly thrust her loins up to meet him guiding his massively throbbing instrument expertly between the clasping pink lips of her already wetly lubricated cunt. The teasing was over!
"OOOOOOh!" she groaned as he began to fill her with his heated hardness, feeling the tight elastic flesh of her cunt close joyfully over the lust-swollen tip of his long stiffened cock. Tom reminded himself that this was a young girl, with her vagina still very tight, and he resolved to enter her slowly and gently so as not to cause her undue pain. But his emotions ran away with him as he felt the honey-like interior of her hotly pulsating pussy clasping and palpitating powerfully around his thick rigid shaft, and he instinctively skewered forward, ramming all the way up inside her warm wetness with one savage stroke, pushing the futilely resisting internal flesh of her inflamed young cunt ahead of him like the prow of a boat cutting through the waves. With a jolt, he felt himself strike bottom, grunting as the hot blunted tip of his cock punched into her softly yielding cervix and his sperm-bloated balls slapped lewdly against the defenselessly upturned cheeks of her trembling young ass.
"Aaaggghhh," Glenda groaned piteously, finding that he was a little more than she had bargained for, despite her wealth of previous experience, and the eighteen year-old blonde writhed and tossed beneath him, suddenly feeling pain as the thickness of his massively heated cock continued to stretch the walls of her tortured little cunt until she feared he would rip her into pieces. But Stanton was beside himself with lust and he ignored her, thrusting forward again and forcing a strangled cry to her lips. Then, seeing that he was hurting her, his fatherly instincts took over temporarily and he rested for a moment, waiting for her pain-wracked young body to adjust to the presence of his thick invading cock deep up inside her wide-stretched vagina. For an instant, he allowed himself to revel in the delicious thought that he had thoroughly conquered this gorgeous young woman. Yes, she had made the first move, but he would make the last one, and he had established very quickly who belonged on top and who would writhe in helpless, begging passion on the bottom.
Then, slowly, he began to fuck gently in and out of her tightly clasping cunt, feeling the young girl's body relax as she began to accommodate the huge pulsating shaft moving inexorably in and out between her widespread thighs. He ground the thick hardness of his penis into the squirming warm flesh beneath him and listened with delight as groan after groan issued involuntarily from her wetly open mouth. But her wanton young body was finally starting to talk back, her hips rotating gradually and her back arching as she opened and closed her legs convulsively around his pile-driving cock.
"Oh, it's good, Tom! It's so good!" she crooned to him. "I like to be hurt by a strong man like you. Do anything you want to me. I don't care!"
But Stanton was already doing the only thing he wanted to do, and he continued to fuck into her with long smooth strokes designed to arouse the voluptuous young blonde into a frenzy of passion. To improve upon his position, he slid his hands beneath the flexing warm globes of her ass-cheeks, lifting them up off the mattress and spreading the two half-moons even farther apart to increase his leverage. By accident, one of his fingers brushed across her tightly puckered anus, and instantly the girl reacted to this unintentional stimulation by winding her long legs tightly around his torso to give him even easier access to the more intimate portions of her wantonly aroused young body.
"Yes, touch me there!" she begged, her voice lowered to a throaty whisper. "I don't care if it hurts! Stick your finger inside of me there!"
This was all a new ball game as far as Tom was concerned, but he decided that perhaps the older generation could take a couple of pointers from the young and he obliged, using his outstretched middle finger to poke and prod at the tightly puckering hole, now moistened by her own hot secretions pouring copiously out of her wetly throbbing vagina. He pushed experimentally; feeling the narrow elastic ring give just a little, and then suddenly her sphincter muscles went slack allowing his worming finger to slide unimpeded inside the hot sponginess of her anus, plunging immediately as far as the first knuckle.
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned. "It hurts! Do it!"
Tom pushed again, his extended finger slithering in to the second knuckle, and the girl almost flew up off the bed as her tortured body reacted violently to this brutal double invasion of her loins. It would have taken a psychologist to explain why, but this depraved combination of pleasure and pain seemed to drive her farther and farther into ecstasy and she warbled continually into the man's ear as he sank his finger far up inside her cringing little backside all the way to the palm of his hand and began juggling it around unmercifully.
"Oh yes, yes, now fuck me, Tom" she groaned. "Fuck me to death."
Again, the executive was happy to oblige and he thrust his lust-thickened hardness into her wetly throbbing cunt with renewed energy, knowing she was already trembling on the verge of a frantically wild orgasm. His finger started to rhythmically piston in and out of the slowly widening opening to her rectum as he fucked into her simultaneously with his long thick cock, feeling her arms tighten around his neck and watching with pleasure as her long blonde hair flailed back and forth wildly on the pillow.
This little bitch is really going into orbit now, he grinned to himself with satisfaction. Didn't realize I still had it in me!
Glenda's breath was harsh and strong now, like a runner nearing the end of a race, and Stanton redoubled the tempo of his hotly penetrating stroke, thrusting into her with all the brute strength in his body, determined to make her cum in a way she would remember the rest of her life. An opportunity like this would probably never happen to him again, he reasoned because this little fucking session will change everything between us. She may even go away, or complain to her parents that I've seduced her. But whatever happens, it was worth it!
"OOOhhh! Now! Now! Now!" she chanted wildly, her eyes rolling back in her head as her naked young body jackknifed almost in two, her legs crossing on top of his back while she frantically strained for that one last extra push which would send her spinning off into the sweet oblivion of orgasm. "Fuck hard, Tom . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . Aaaiiieee! I'm cum-m-m-m-ming!"
The announcement was hardly necessary. The veins in her neck standing out like cords as she pulled her wildly trembling thighs back until her knees were virtually resting on the twin cushions of her fleshy young breasts, the whole of her wide-stretched, hotly quivering vaginal slit opened up to him to batter and plunder as he wished. Her buttocks were undulating insanely as the girl's scream of release suddenly echoed around the room when the spasms of her orgasm began rippling outward from her convulsing young cunt.
Her nostrils flaring widely, Glenda dug her fingernails deep into Tom's sweating, muscular back and hung on for dear life, holding her breath for what seemed to be an eternity as she shuddered and moaned through her orgasm. Then slowly, her frantically trembling body began to relax, but the internal muscles of her wetly throbbing pussy continued to clasp and unclasp gratefully around his still rigid cock. Tom resisted the almost overpowering temptation to keep fucking wildly into her tight young pussy until he came himself, for he wanted to draw out his pleasure and make it last as long as possible . . . wanted to continue ramming his long hard cock into her hot little cunt until she begged him to cum. Even so, he had never had a session like this in his life, and he still found it difficult to believe that all of this was really happening to him . . . that he was so deeply embedded in the belly of one of his daughter's classmates.
"Oh, that was wonderful," she breathed happily, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him in wet enthusiasm on the mouth. "No one has ever fucked me that good before, Tom. Never!"
"The fun isn't over yet," he warned her with a grin of triumph. "Hang on, little girl!"
"No wait! I want to do this my way. You've been in charge so far, and it's time you let someone else do the work."
Tom assumed that she wanted to get on top, and so he obediently rolled over on his back. His wife had never enjoyed these little tricks, and so his experience was largely limited to the missionary position, but again he reminded himself that it was not necessarily true what they said about old dogs and new tricks. But instead of mounting him, Glenda gently eased his hard throbbing cock out of the warm moistness of her pussy and held it tenderly in her hands.
"This is what they call a reward," she informed him brightly. "You made me happy and now I'm going to make you very happy. Has anyone ever done this for you before?"
Tom was not yet entirely sure what it was that she had in mind, so he simply smiled back at her as if the answer to her question was too obvious to merit a reply. A sneaking suspicion was drifting into the back of his mind, but he dared not admit even to himself what he was hoping his reward would turn out to be. Not a girl this young, he was telling himself. Jesus! She couldn't possibly . ..
Glenda tucked her knees up against the heavily dancing mounds of her breasts and spun neatly around on her buttocks before stretching languidly out again so that her wetly matted pubic hair was only inches from Stanton's face, the triangular "V" still damp from the heated outpouring of cuntal lubricants and her own cum. The young girl's head was resting on his thigh, and with her one free hand she began stroking the wetly glistening shaft of his penis, sliding the thick foreskin gently back and forth so tantalizingly that Stanton was sure he was going straight out of his mind. The ache in his loins was becoming stronger by the minute, and his eyes widened with surprise as the girl shifted her position again, getting up on her hands and knees to free both hands for the task ahead of her. Glenda hovered over him on all fours, giving her complete attention to what she was doing, the long strands of golden hair tickling his stomach as she slowly lowered her lovely face until her wetly parted lips were only a short distance from the tip of his painfully throbbing cock.
With tantalizing slowness the blonde head dropped lower and lower, and Glenda's mouth opened in a lascivious grin as she heard a groan of uncontrolled passion escape from between Tom Stanton's tightly clenched teeth. His loins were undulating up and down in time with the movements of her hands, and suddenly her tongue flickered forward to wetly tease into the tiny slit on the end of his excitedly throbbing cock. Stanton sucked in his breath as his mind spun crazily off into space.
She's really going to do it, he told himself jubilantly, My God, she's going to suck my cock!
He was correct. The girl's head dropped a few inches closer to his groin and her wetly parted lips opened around his massive hardness before clamping down firmly on the sensitive, nerve-packed head of his penis, enclosing the tip inside of her mouth with a warm moist pressure.
"Oh Lord!" he gasped in dismay, lifting his head up off the pillow to get a better look at what the nakedly kneeling girl above him was doing. His hard thick column of flesh was stuck halfway into her tightly compressed lips and her hands were as busy as her mouth as she gently massaged the sac of his sperm-churning testicles and stroked the wetly glistening base of his thick cock with her expert little fingers.
His mind reeling with excitement, Stanton could feel the moist softness of her tongue swirling heatedly over the pulsating tip of his cock, arousing him beyond reason as the rapidly flicking end of her tongue slashed back and forth across the sensitively throbbing surface. Stanton found himself involuntarily moving, his buttocks flexing automatically up and down, fucking into the young blonde's hungrily sucking mouth.
Glenda sensed that she was winning this lewd contest of wills and doubled her efforts to make him spew his white hot cum into her mouth, shifting her naked young body completely around so that she was crouched in a slave-like position between his legs, affording him a clear view of her two ripely swaying breasts as she eagerly bobbed her head up and down over his hotly pulsating cock.
As her voracious sucking intensified and her hands rhythmically kneaded his sperm-filled balls, Tom felt the bursting point approaching rapidly, and knew that he could not possibly hold out for much longer. Great whirls of heat were starting to build up deep inside his frantically thrusting loins, and the sweat was dripping off his face as if he were inside a Turkish bath. It seemed inevitable that Glenda would choke with this massive pole of male flesh thrust so deeply into her wetly working young throat, but if the girl was feeling any discomfort, she gave no sign of it, sucking furiously away on his heatedly tingling penis as if her life depended on it, and there was nothing in the world she would rather do.
Groaning with the maddening lust she was creating inside of him, Tom reached down and seized her beautiful blonde head between his hands, overcome by an irrational fear that she would pull away from him at the crucial moment and ruin everything. But there was no reason to be concerned; mews and hums of fervent passionate acceptance were bubbling steadily from the young woman's cock-filled mouth as she slaved over him and the man added his gasps to hers as he suddenly felt the warm illuming spurn begin to erupt up from deep in his body, spewing in thick hot spurts from the lust-swollen tip of his cock into the moistly sucking sanctuary of her mouth.
"I'm cumming," he gasped. "Keep sucking . . . oh, Jesus . . . suck!"
Glenda's cheeks expanded as if she were blowing up a balloon while hot streams of cum began spurting against the back of her mouth in a steady rhythmic torrent. All the years of sexual self-denial were behind him now, and the executive seemed to be making up for it in this one mad orgasm, his wildly jerking cock cumming endlessly into her eagerly gulping throat as if he would never stop. The girl loyally went on sucking to the end, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down frantically as she struggled to swallow every drop of this lust-inciting fluid. His hands wound cruelly into her hair as he thrust his massively ejaculating shaft into her mouth and throat as far as it was humanly possible to go, and she coughed and gurgled as his scalding hot cum puffed out and filled her cheeks to overflowing.
Slowly, as his orgasm faded, his still jerking penis began softening and deflating, while the subserviently kneeling young blonde hungrily gulped the last lewd traces of sperm, licking her lips as if she had just devoured a quickly melting vanilla ice cream cone.
Finally, she removed his limp wetly glistening cock from her exhausted mouth, a thin white string of cum still connecting her semen-smeared lips to the tip of his deflated cock.
"Did you like your reward?" she looked up with a mischievous smile.
"That was the most fantastic thing I've ever experienced. What can I do to earn another one?" he joked with her, propping his head up on a pillow.
"Guess," she challenged him. "But first we have to get you back into shape.
And before he could stop her, Glenda had ducked her head a second time and had opened her wetly glistening lips to enclose his long limp shaft. A second later she was once again hungrily sucking his virile thickness back to life.
Tom Stanton lay back, looking at the ceiling as he felt his rapidly awakening cock begin to rise again to the occasion . . . and for just a split second before all reason left him again, he wondered what all of this was going to mean tomorrow.
CHAPTER FOUR
"How was your date?"
"Ooooh, it was so exciting!" gushed Milly happily, wrinkling her nose with delight as she recalled her evening on the town. "If Daddy ever knew, he'd kill me! Did he seem suspicious during the evening?"
"Nah, we talked for a couple of hours, and I got a couple of drinks into him. He was sleeping like a baby by the time you got in," reported Glenda, leaving out certain key details concerning her evening with Milly's father. "Where'd you go?"
"Oh, first we had dinner at this super-romantic place with candles and Chianti bottles and that kind of thing. Afterwards he took me dancing over on the other side of town at a night club, and then we went to see a strip tease! Did you ever see one, Glenda?"
"Yeah, once or twice," allowed the more sophisticated girl, inwardly' amused at her friend's naive excitement. "So? Did you let him get you into the sack?"
"Into the sack? Oh, you mean did we make love? Now after all, Glenda, it was only our first date. What do you think I am?"
"A woman," replied the blonde dryly. "A woman who went out with the best looking man on the football team. You aren't a virgin, are you?"
"Well, not exactly ... I mean, no, but I didn't think the first time it was really proper to . . . besides, I'm not in love with him or anything, even if he is handsome."
"Oh, you child!" scoffed Glenda, lighting herself a cigarette and offering one from her pack to Milly who hesitated and then accepted. "What difference does that make? You get a chance to start going around with a guy like that, and you should throw everything you've got at him. Besides, his old man is worth millions!"
"I'm old-fashioned, I suppose," admitted Milly thoughtfully. "He did suggest that we stop back to his apartment for a night-cap, and I guess it wouldn't have killed me to have gone. But I keep thinking of what Daddy would think if he found out I went to bed with a boy once in awhile. It would break his heart."
"And you're breaking mine," commented the other girl scornfully. "If that guy had asked me for a date, I'd have put out for him by about ten o'clock. Listen, honey, this is a mean world, and a girl's got to use the only weapon the Good Lord gave her. What you've got up between your legs will get you everything you want in life if you use it right."
"How unromantic," complained the brunette. "I guess you're right, but I just hate the idea of putting my diaphragm in my purse and going out for the evening knowing in advance I'm going to end up in somebody's bed."
"A diaphragm is all right, but if the idea turns you off, why don't you start on the pill? That way you never have to worry about it, and if the urge comes over you, just hop into bed and forget about it. Easy as pie!"
"Oh sure, and can you see little me trotting down to the corner drugstore and asking the man for a bottle of birth control pills? I'd die of embarrassment!"
"Glenda has an answer for everything!" the older girl proclaimed, hopping off the bed and walking swiftly to the medicine cabinet. How free and sophisticated she is, Milly was thinking as she watched her girl friend glide across the room. I'd give anything not to have all these terrible inhibitions!
"Here," announced Glenda, throwing her friend a bottle of capsules. "Your first month's supply, and no embarrassment at all. I know a druggist who isn't too fussy about prescriptions, and we can get all we need from him. You take one of those with your orange juice every morning, kid, and you can screw to your heart's content."
Milly examined the bottle carefully, still a little fearful about taking this bold a step. Tom Stanton's beautiful young daughter had lost her virginity a year before, and had been in bed with a couple of her boyfriends since; she had secretly been ashamed of what she was doing each time, and hadn't felt much pleasure during these experiences. But all the girls were doing it, some even in their freshman year of high school, and she had learned that boys gave up on a girl very quickly after they found out that she intended to hang onto her honor at all costs. They would be patient for a couple of dates, but if she still refused to get into the back seat after that, the word went out that she was a cock-teaser, and that was the end of her social life.
"You keep them in your bathroom," Milly pleaded. "I'd be scared that Daddy might find them if they sit around my room. My poor father would have a heart attack. He's got enough troubles as it is."
"What kind of troubles could your daddy possibly have?" wondered Glenda, secretly alarmed at this piece of information. Had she backed the wrong horse? "He's got all the money in the world, a top executive job and a beautiful house."
"Oh, he had problems with his job," explained Stanton's daughter openly. "They've got a new president running his company, and this new guy thinks that sales should be higher than they are. Daddy says that if the product they sell were better, they'd sell more of it without any difficulty, but Mr. Matthew - that's Daddy's boss - keeps trying to get him to have big parties here and invite lots of beautiful women with low-cut dresses and that sort of thing. I guess Daddy's had to give in a little, because we're having a party in a couple of days ..."
"We are! Oh Christ, and I don't have a dress! Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Oh. . . well, I don't know that we're invited," Milly explained lamely. "Daddy just said he was having a party for some clients, and he seemed to be hinting that we should make ourselves scarce."
"Nonsense! This is when he really needs us. Now what we should do is buy ourselves a couple of party dresses which will really knock those client's eyes out, something really sexy and cute. Gosh, I knew he was worried about something the other night, but I didn't realize it was this serious."
"It's pretty serious," admitted Milly unhappily. "HE told me that if he didn't get sales moving again for MBM he would have to find another job. And that might be tough at his age."
"Then we've got to help him," decided Glenda, an expression of firm resolution coming over her sensuous face. "We'll do anything if we have to."
* * *
Tom Stanton glanced over the living room, making sure one last time that everything was in place. The two girls had really done a job getting this house in order, he thought with satisfaction. For once, I hope the two of them stay out late until Matthews and his lady friends go home. It would be ghastly if they walked in and found some drunken client wrestling with a call girl on the couch, or if one of our potential buyers made a pass at Milly and I had to slug him!
Shaking his head with displeasure at the whole idea, Stanton walked to the well stocked bar and poured himself an illegal pre-party drink. How many compromises am I going to have to make before this business is over? he asked himself sadly. Here I am, giving a party for clients to meet girls; a couple of days ago, I went to bed with a woman young enough to be my daughter. Where does it all stop? Would I really slug a customer who made a pass at Milly, or would I smile my shit-eating grin and just tap him lightly on the shoulder? The MBM Corporation seems to have more than a mortgage on my house; maybe they've got my balls in hock as well!"
"When do the people arrive Daddy?" sang Milly as she swept into the living room, wearing a startling new cocktail dress.
"Uhh, any minute now, honey," the executive stammered, his eyes widening as he took in this new version of his -daughter. For years he had wondered if she would ever grow out of the tomboy stage and put aside her dirty jeans for a normal dress. Now suddenly, she had been transformed into a raving beauty. With a shock, Stanton realized that he had not really looked at his daughter for a long time. She was no longer a little girl, and the dress she was wearing testified very plainly that she had developed into a spectacular young woman. Cut low across the bust-line, the thin material exposed the tops of her smooth white breasts and her high-set mounds jiggled sensuously as she moved, suggesting strongly that she was wearing nothing underneath. The hem of her skirt was so high that it just barely cleared her panties, and Stanton realized with dismay that Glenda must have had a hand in selecting this outfit.
"You . .. you can't go out dressed like that!" he murmured, trying to regain his parental authority, and not knowing precisely how to express himself. "That dress is ... is ... "
"The dress is lovely," Glenda finished the sentence for him authoritatively as she came into the room. "And don't worry, Tom, we aren't going anywhere. Milly and I wouldn't miss this party for the world. We're going to help you sell cement."
Stanton took a deep breath and fumbled for a cigarette as he tried desperately to control his emotions and decide what to do in the face of this palace revolt. He had made it very clear to Milly that he wanted her out of the way tonight and here she was, challenging his authority as head of the house. Glenda was right behind her, and Tom knew perfectly well that the voluptuous teen-age blonde now had a rather special kind of hold on him. Last night she had crept into his room for the second time, and they had made the same form of passionate violent love. If she wanted to stay for the party, he could hardly order her out now, not after everything which had happened between them.
If possible, the dress his young blonde mistress was wearing was more indecent than Milly's. Glenda was even bigger in the breasts than Milly, and her mini-dress was even more daring, revealing her large sensuous breasts almost to the nipple. Stanton felt a wave of lust sweep over him as he feasted his eyes on her, wondering if she would come to him tonight after the party and let him slowly undress her once again.
"Sometimes these people get a little rough at these parties," he explained weakly, not knowing that his battle was already lost. "Construction people tend to be big tough guys and when they get a few drinks under their belts, there's no telling what might happen. And Matthews is likely to show up with a flock of disreputable women ..."
"Oh, are you worried that Milly and I will get mixed up with your company call girls?" Glenda needled him, having guessed exactly what kind of a party this was going to be. "Don't worry, Tom. You've got two gals here who know how to handle themselves."
Two hours later, Stanton was finding himself forced to admit that she was right. Most of his potential customers had gotten a fairly accurate idea of what kind of party this was going to be and come without their wives, while Bart Matthews had kept his word, showing up with five very attractive girls, plus his secretary, who was looking very put out at the whole idea.
Milly and Glenda were busy the entire evening, circulating from group to group, keeping the conversation going and everyone's glass full to overflowing. Stanton had stocked up on the best booze available, knowing that construction people tend to be heavy drinkers, and he stood back in amazement as they put away quart after quart of whiskey. He hated to be left out of the fun, so the vice-president in charge of sales did his share of drinking too, and by midnight, Tom Stanton was feeling no pain whatsoever.
* * *
"Hey, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"I won't even talk to you if you aren't buying MBM cement," rejoined Milly, looking coyly at the good looking young man who had approached her. She had not been conscious of him before, but once she concentrated on his face, she recognized that he was the son of Samuel Brooks, head of the biggest construction firm in the state. Brooks and Company had once purchased all of their building materials from MBM, but had inexplicably shifted their order a few years back. It had been the beginning of the downward trend in Matthew's fortunes, and Milly knew that if Brooks and Company signed a new order, some of the other companies might be tempted to follow suit.
"MBM, eh! Well, I like to see a loyal daughter. Personally, I wouldn't promise a thing unless I had the virtues of your daddy's cement explained to me in person by someone as charming as you, and my old man just put me in charge of purchasing for the firm so I'm the guy to talk to. What do you say to a quiet drink afterwards, and you can tell me all about that splendid cement MBM makes?"
Milly hesitated for a long minute. This man was about thirty, almost a decade older than she, and the offer of a "quiet drink" could mean a whole lot more than that to a person like him. He was rich, handsome, and self-assured, and he probably expected girls to yield to him instantly, particularly since he was still unmarried and a very eligible bachelor. She would undoubtedly have to fight him off, and Milly disliked that kind of scene.
On the other hand, her daddy's job was obviously at stake, and Samuel Brooks Junior had the power to do something about it. What was it that Glenda had said a few days ago? The world was a mean place, and a woman had to use every weapon she had. If she could charm Sam Brooks and get his name on the dotted line, how happy her father would be! Naturally she wouldn't go as far as sleeping with him, even though she had faithfully been taking the birth control pills Glenda had given her.
"Okay Sam," she agreed, smiling back up at him. "But you're going to have to buy some cement."
"It's a deal. I think your friend Glenda is going too, and some other people as well. My apartment is a very nice place for late evening drinks."
Hearing that Glenda would be there, Milly felt immediately reassured that everything would be all right. There was a mob of men clustered around the voluptuous blonde girl, all trying to peer down the front of her dress, and Glenda was laughing gaily, as if she had had a bit too much to drink, but Milly knew that her girl friend was really stone sober, and in full possession of herself every minute. She, too, was selling cement and nothing else, but she was a good actress, and Milly envied her self-assurance and sophistication.
Stanton woke up from his private haze in time to see young Sam Brooks help Milly on with her jacket, but not in time to make much of a protest. They were going out for a late-night drink, the young couple called to him, and he was trapped between two hard drinking construction men who were still sober and dedicated enough to want to talk about the relative merits of MBM cement.
"Don't be late," he managed to croak, knowing in his heart that this was another compromise he was making in order to hold his job. In the industry, Sam Brooks Junior had a slightly worse reputation than Bart Matthews as far as women were concerned, and no self-respecting father would let his daughter appear in public with him.
"You're learning fast," came a sinister voice at his ear, and Tom turned to find himself face to face with Matthews himself. "This was a great party, Tom. Don't screw it up now, because I think your daughter and her friend are going to bring home the Brooks account and a few others as well."
"My daughter was not included in the deal!" the outraged father stormed.
"Looks to me like she included herself, buddy," commented Matthews dryly. "Don't glare at me! She's not on the payroll, and she is free, white, and over twenty-one."
"She's not even over twenty-one; both of them are just eighteen ..." muttered Stanton, but Matthews merely turned away with a lewd chuckle leaving Tom to wave half-heartedly good-by to his only daughter. She's on her own from now on, he thought unhappily. Whatever happens is her responsibility. I've raised her as well as I could ... if I failed, then I failed.
"There are good things to drink!" proclaimed Sam Brooks with a courtly gesture of his arm, "and good things to eat, and entertainment as well. Ladies and Gentlemen, make yourselves at home."
Milly looked around the young man's apartment in amazement. She had always lived well with her father, but this man really had an apartment fit for a king. In front of the fireplace, there was a semi-circle of cushions and couches and the rug itself was as soft as a mattress, giving her the sensation of walking on a bed. Her head was spinning a little from the whiskey she had covertly been drinking over the course of the evening, and feeling slightly naughty, she kicked off her shoes and allowed her feet to enjoy the soft luxurious comfort of the rug. Glenda promptly did the same, and before long, everyone in the group was taking off their shoes, and the men removed their coats and ties.
Milly was grateful to observe that she and Glenda were not the only two girls at the party. All of the women who had come with Matthews had accompanied one of her father's potential clients, and for a moment, Milly wondered how it was that everything had worked out so neatly.
Then she realized the obvious truth; it had been planned that way. All of these people were respectable married men, and here they were in the middle of the night in a bachelor apartment with a bunch of very loose looking girls. It really looked like the makings of an orgy, and for a moment, Milly felt a shudder of apprehension sweep over her.
"You aren't cold, are you?" inquired Sam Brooks gently. "Come sit over here by the fire and keep warm. Besides, you want to get a good seat for the film."
"The film?" inquired Milly in surprise. "You mean you're going to show movies?" She seated herself on the rug, tugging her inadequate skirt down over her fully exposed thighs, and looked up at her host in wonder.
"Yes, I collect certain kinds of very special exotic films, and I think you'll enjoy the one I've selected for tonight. It comes from France, and I don't think you've ever seen anything quite like it."
"What an intellectual you are," noted Glenda sarcastically. "Collecting films!"
Glenda was sitting next to Milly on the rug and in the confusion of the evening, the young brunette felt good about having her best friend close at hand. Glenda seemed to have paired off with the president of a medium-sized building firm who was holding her hand very affectionately, a fact which caused Milly to raise a shocked eyebrow. Something in Sam's voice had hinted that his "exotic" films were in fact pornographic movies, and Milly's heart skipped a beat as she thought about watching such a thing. Naturally, her father would disapprove, but she was beginning to think that Daddy knew less about real life than he thought he did. Her previous love affairs had been mildly pleasant, even if the college boys she had gone to bed with did not seem to know much more than she did about lovemaking. Daddy would not have approved, but she had done it anyway, and she was still in one piece.
She also knew that her father was unhappy about the idea of her going out for a late-late date with these people, but she was having fun again, and what Daddy didn't know, she reasoned, wouldn't hurt him. The lights went out and Milly felt Sam's arm slip around her shoulders. It was a pleasant sensation and she leaned back against his chest.
"It'll be a few minutes before they get the projector going," said Sam, explaining the delay. "In the meanwhile, does anyone care for one of these?"
In the dim light, Milly could see that he was holding out a pack of cigarettes. However the package was blank, with no advertisement, and there was no way to tell what brand they were.
"Are those what I think they are?" grinned Glenda.
"Why don't you take one and see," challenged Sam. "Here Milly, light up."
But Milly was putting two and two together and coming up with marijuana. This had been the subject of many long and serious lectures by her father, who had practically terrorized her with the dreadful consequences of having anything to do with drugs. Some of the kids at school smoked it and even boasted about it later, but Milly did not travel with that kind of crowd, and she had never before actually been faced with the temptation.
"I don't think I'd better," she quavered, thinking of her father's wrath if this ever became known to him, not to mention what the drug might do to her.
"Oh come on, Milly, don't be such a baby," whispered Glenda emphatically. "This just gives you a pleasant little buzz. I've smoked it lots of times."
Not wanting to seem like an unsophisticated little hick, Milly found herself reluctantly accepting one of Sam's cigarettes and leaning forward as he touched a flame to the tip. The taste was strong and pleasant, and since the roof did not fall in with the first puff, she decided that Daddy had been wrong again, and leaned back against the man's chest, now feeling more relaxed and happy. One strap of her dress had slipped down off of her smoothly rounded shoulder, lowering the bust line of her dress, but it felt good since the dress had been too tight anyway, and she felt more relaxed than ever. The screen in front of them flickered and the film began.
There were no titles or names of actors and the opening frames simply showed a young, pleasant faced man wandering down a street in what looked to be some foreign country. The camera paused as the youth stopped in front of a door, comparing the street number on the building with something written on a piece of paper which he held in his hand. Satisfied that he had found the correct address, he smiled and entered the building. Inside, there was a large spacious room filled with girls, all very attractive and sitting around in various stages of undress, leading Milly to assume that this was intended to be one of those famous European brothels which were still legal in some parts of the continent.
Slowly, the man scanned the room, obviously intent upon selecting the most attractive woman available to be his partner. Then, having made his choice, he walked decisively towards a slender young waif who seemed terrified at finding herself working in a house of prostitution probably driven there by poverty and the fear of starvation. Gently, the actor raised her to her feet, and she led him submissively off into a bedroom.
"Now comes the interesting part," commented Sam pulling her even closer in the dim half light from the projector and whispering in her ear. "How are you coming with that cigarette? Feeling anything yet?"
"I'm thirsty," Milly complained. "It tastes good but it makes me want to drink."
"Nothing easier," responded Sam quickly, handing her a glass of whiskey and soda and capitalizing on the occasion to allow his hand to drop carelessly over the front of her dress, landing, as if by accident, on the girl's firmly ripened young breast. It occurred to Milly to remove it, but the marijuana was relaxing her completely now, and she told herself to stop being childish. Sam could hardly try anything serious here in a room full of people, and he was probably unconscious himself of exactly where his hand was resting.
In fact, the hand felt good there, and she sensed a tingling at the base of her spine which she was experienced enough to recognize as the beginnings of sexual excitement. She had felt the exact same feeling the last time she had gone to bed with one of her boyfriends, and she remembered how disappointed she had been later, when the young man had failed to live up to the expectations he had aroused in her. But there was movement on the screen, and for a few moments, she was able to forget her own situation and concentrate on what was happening in front of her.
The girl and her customer were now alone in the room and slowly the poor bedraggled young prostitute began to do what she knew was required of her, removing her ragged clothing bit by bit while she kept her eyes focused on the young man's sensuous face as if she were begging him to be gentle with her.
Milly's eyes widened as the girl's naked young body was revealed to the prying eye of the camera. Despite the fact that her legs and arms were thin to the point of skinniness, her figure was actually amazingly well developed, with enormous pointed breasts emerging from her emaciated rib cage. As the prostitute's brassiere fell to the floor, a gasp of excited surprise came from Sam Brooks' friends, and all eyes in the room were focused on these high proud breasts topped by turgid quivering nipples. The girl then raised her arms over her head to undo her long shining black hair, unconsciously increasing the arch of her breasts with this natural movement.
Curious to see how her girlfriend was reacting to all of this, Milly's eyes stole over to her left where Glenda was sitting with a company president, a man named Max. To her dismay, she observed that the two of them had apparently become very good friends indeed, since Glenda was lying back comfortably against Max's chest, her short skirt having floated so high up on her long tapered thighs that her pink bikini panties and their little black lace edges were visible to anyone who cared to look that way. But the real shock was farther up! Glenda's dress buttoned down the front, except that it was not buttoned anymore; Max's hand was moving nimbly down between her large sensuous breasts, unfastening button after button until he had exposed her to the waist. And Glenda seemed to be totally unconscious of what he was doing!
She looked completely at ease as Max's thick fingers prowled around under her dress, and she was smoking her marijuana cigarette and gazing happily at the screen as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
Shock registered on Milly's face, but there seemed to be nothing she could or should do about the situation. For one thing, her head was starting to spin very pleasantly as a result of the combination of liquor and marijuana. For another thing, she was not really in a position to feel morally superior to Glenda, since Sam's hand was making free with her own dress. Young Brooks had deftly slipped his fingers under the thin fabric of her neckline and before she could intercept him, his hand had snaked agilely down the front of her dress, capturing the soft pointed mound of her right breast between his fingers and sending a wanton shiver of excitement up her spine.
Milly knew perfectly well she should tell him to keep his hands to himself, but somehow she could not force the words to her lips. The movie was exciting her after all, and the erotic sensation of his hands on her sensitively erect nipple was causing jolts of pleasure to ripple through her body as her eyes followed the lewd action going on before her on the screen. Besides, this man held the keys to make her father a success again and guarantee their financial future. She was not exactly a virgin any more, she told herself, and if it made him happy to feel her breasts, then it was a small enough sacrifice to make.
The actress on the screen was totally naked now and the camera roamed lasciviously over her nubile young form as she reclined nervously on the big bed waiting for her young customer to finish undressing and come to her. There was a lewd grin on the customer's face, and his eyes twinkled as if he knew some little secret which the girl did not. Then he dropped his pants to the floor and started nakedly towards the cowering young girl. The camera swiveled around to view his penis, an enormously long thick shaft which stuck boldly out in front of him like the stump of a tree.
Milly inhaled sharply as she caught sight of this massive instrument, realizing that in her previous encounters with naked men, she had always been too shy to look directly at their groins. She had felt their hardened flesh, naturally, as they had entered her vagina, but she had never had the impression that a man's penis was quite this big.
"Pretty well hung," commented Sam from beside her as if he was reading her mind and giving her turgid swollen little nipple a friendly tweak as he spoke. "In this kind of film, an actor is not necessarily chosen for his acting ability. Watch what happens now. This'll blow your mind, if the marijuana hasn't already done it."
Moving with self assurance and calmness, the customer arranged the naked young prostitute on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart to give the camera a full view of the "vee" shaped triangle of pussy hair at the base of her tautly tensed stomach. Then he deliberately inched his hand into the smoothly trembling pink flesh up between her outstretched legs and began to open her wetly throbbing vagina up like a man unfolding a blossom, using his thumbs and forefingers to spread apart the moist pink flesh surrounding her tiny tightened clitoris.
Milly wondered if the camera could get any closer than it already was, since the lens seemed to be only a matter of inches away from the throbbing, shamefully denuded intimacy of the girl's body. She, herself, hardly dared to move for fear of displaying to the people around her how seriously all of this was beginning to affect her. Completely embarrassed, she felt the heated secretions of arousal in her own excited young body were starting to flow, and she sensed unhappily that the crotch of her panties was becoming wet as a result. Out of the corner of her eyes she stole a glance at Glenda and found that her brunette roommate was fast becoming too involved with her male companion, Max, to pay attention to the film. Glenda's long tapering legs were stretched out wide in front of her as she leaned back against the man's broad chest, and he had one hand buried up under the hem of her dress while the other continued to caress her ripely naked breasts, not making any particular attempt to hide what he was doing. Glenda's cocktail dress had slipped completely off one shoulder now as Max openly caressed her, revealing one totally naked, perfectly formed breast for anyone in the room to look at. Surprisingly enough, no one was paying much attention. All of the women in the room were gradually being stripped by the men they were with, and the whole scene looked just about as lascivious and depraved as the movie they were supposed to be watching.
Glenda moaned slightly as Max's hand plunged farther up under her dress, dragging the skirt up with it so that Milly could see that his entire hand had insinuated itself beneath the tight elastic leg band of her panties, and was cupping the delicate vaginal mound. Milly colored involuntarily, but she was as fascinated by this open scene of depravity as she was repelled by it, and she instinctively moved closer to Sam Brooks as if he would protect her from such things. Glenda seemed to be totally unaware that anyone was looking at her, and the teenage brunette's buttocks were grinding lasciviously as the businessman roughly dug his outstretched middle finger into the wetly sensitive flesh around her cunt. Both she and Max seemed to be completely unconscious of the spectacle on the screen before them, seemed uncaring that there were witnesses.
Milly took a deep drag on the marijuana cigarette to steady her nerves, wondering precisely when and how she ought to call a halt to these proceedings. Unfortunately, these men were all her father's colleagues and if she irritated them by breaking up their party, MBM would lose business instead of gaining it. She should have known better than to come here tonight, but she had counted on Glenda keeping her wits together and doing the thinking for both of them as usual.
As she glanced around the room, her fears that the party was degenerating into an orgy were confirmed in the worst possible way. She was the only girl in the apartment who was not already half naked, and despite the darkness, she could see that many couples were already locked in lewd sensual embraces, some of them actually making love on the floor right there in front of everyone! The haze of marijuana smoke hung heavily over the room, filtering into her lungs whether she dragged on her cigarette or not, and Milly felt her self control and willpower slipping away bit by bit. Sam's hand was now making tantalizing movements against her ripely sensitive breasts, and with a deft movement of his other hand, he managed to unzip the back of her dress a few inches to allow him fuller access to the softly yielding globes of her tender young bosom.
"Look now," Sam commanded softly, and Milly glanced up at the screen on time to see the client move to the edge of the bed.
He pulled the girl up on her hands and knees facing him. His huge muscular cock was bouncing slowly up and down as he cruelly flexed it in her face a look of fear and humiliation swept into the nakedly kneeling young prostitute's eyes as his massively rigid penis dangled threateningly only an inch or two away from her wetly parted lips. The man wrapped one heavy hand around the thick shaft of his cock, and he slowly and tormentingly pulled back the skin to reveal the large red blood-filled tip of his cock. Then, his smile becoming broader, he moved forward, bringing the moistly throbbing cock-head into direct contact with her delicate little lips.
Obviously afraid to move or protest, the prostitute held still while he degraded her by running the glans licentiously over the soft surface of her tightly closed lips. Reluctance to do what he asked of her was plainly visible on the prostitute's face, but she knew there was no way out for her now. With an expression of resignation, her mouth dropped limply open and the client flicked forward with his hips, expertly lodging the long rigid shaft of his pulsating cock within the moist sanctuary of her lips.
"Oh!" Milly murmured in a state of alarm. Her idea of a dirty movie had been a strip tease on film, or perhaps even men and women pretending to make love. But there was nothing pretended about this! She had read about the act of oral intercourse, and even talked about it once in awhile with her girlfriends at school, but she had really never seen it before, and the sight shocked her profoundly. But the movie was doing more than offending her moral sense; unfortunately it was also arousing her, and a violent shiver ran through her heatedly excited young body.
"What's the matter?" inquired Sam Brooks sympathetically. "Is it getting to you?"
"It's just that... I never saw anything quite like this before," she stammered, certain that he was going to think her a naive little hick who belonged back in grammar school.
"I find this kind of thing very interesting, particularly from a scientific point of view," Brooks explained, whispering in her ear so as not to disturb the others. "We all have our own sex lives, and sometimes they can get pretty dull unless we get some stimulation from outside. A movie like this gives you ideas you can experiment with the next time you have the opportunity, and suggests some new positions and techniques you can try out on your partner. I think that sex is like a brand new science that we are just beginning to explore and understand, don't you?"
"Oh yes," agreed Milly quickly, bewildered by all this erudite sounding nonsense. "It's just that ..."
"Now this position, for example. It's called oral intercourse in the medical books, or a "blow-job" in everyday talk, and I bet you didn't know that a certain percentage of women are able to achieve orgasm while they're doing it."
"I didn't know that," the girl answered, a little overwhelmed.
"Well, examine your own experience. Don't you feel a certain amount of pleasure when you're engaged in oral intercourse?"
"I've never done it."
"Now, there you are! And the next time you go to bed with one of your boyfriends, you can experiment a little and see if you like it. Watch the girl and see what happens."
Whether the actress impersonating a prostitute in the film was acting or behaving as she would in real life was impossible to tell, but what happened on the screen seemed to confirm what Sam Brooks had been saying.
The beautiful young prostitute seemed to be warming up to the whole idea, her hands reaching up between his muscular thighs and cupping the softness of his sperm-bloated testicles between her gentle fingers. While she sucked on the pulsating hardness of his cock she stroked him passionately, the piston of flesh moving inexorably in and out between the red, wetly glistening lips of her cruelly stretched mouth. Gradually, the man's movements became more violent, his buttocks tensing and straining as he drove his hard pumping cock deeper and deeper into the young woman's willing throat. On the sound track could be heard gurgles and grunts of pleasure and submission as she sucked on him hungrily, now apparently determined to draw every drop of the life giving, lust-exciting semen out of his body into hers. The prostitute's arms were wrapped tightly around his back, and the audience could see her muscles strain as she struggled to pull him even farther into the hot vacuum of her wildly sucking mouth.
"Now watch," counseled Sam, panting a little from excitement as he spoke. "This is the good part."
At least for the actor, this was the good part indeed. With a groan, the young client wound his hands into the girl's long hair, holding her head in a death-grip as he began ramming in and out of her greedily sucking mouth with all the fury of a madman. The girl's hand left his testicles and snaked rapidly down between her own widely spread legs where she plunged three fingers directly into the moist throbbing opening of her vagina and began finger-fucking herself with quick hard movements. Simultaneously, the youthful customer groaned as his hot searing sperm gushed out from the tip of his hard driving cock into the depths of her wildly gulping throat. Most of his long thick penis was deep inside of her mouth and throat now, and all that was visible on the screen were the wisps of pubic hair which appeared on either side of his cum-glistening shaft.
Milly felt a strange frightening change come over her body as she watched this wildly perverse act of love, and she found herself unconsciously sucking at the marijuana cigarette in rhythm with the young girl's rapidly working throat, in a desperate effort to get a hold of herself. This crowd of construction men and their women was way too fast for her, she knew perfectly well now, and it was clear as day that Sam Brooks expected to take her to bed immediately after the film was over, but somehow she sat there immobilized while the business man unzipped the rest of her dress and proceeded to play freely with her rapidly rising and falling breasts.
On her left, the man named Max was enjoying himself to the fullest with Glenda, his wetly pistoning finger buried deeply up between the blonde girl's legs, while he ducked his head to tease her succulent young breasts with his sharp white teeth. Try as she might, Milly couldn't keep her eyes off them or the lascivious scene up on the screen in front of her. Even when the film flickered and went blank, that final cataclysmic orgasm remained emblazoned on her mind and refused to go away.
On her right, she could feel that young Sam Brooks was getting edgy, anxious to proceed with the evening's entertainment. His hands crawled over her warmly excited breasts like a prowling pair of predatory animals, occasionally drifting down over her smooth white stomach in an effort to sneak beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties, each time he sought entrance to her panties, she caught the offending hand and dragged it away, but she knew perfectly well that her resistance was running down . . . and the man by her side was unusually persistent. Something would have to give soon!
But Glenda and her newly acquired friend Max, ran out of patience first. Tucking his shirt tails into his pants and standing in a half-crouch to conceal the enormous, almost painful erection in his pants, Max pulled Glenda unresistingly to her feet and dragged her off in the direction of-a bedroom. Holding her dress up over her heavily swaying breasts with one hand, Glenda followed, apparently eager to go with him.
"Where are they going?" hissed Milly in some alarm. She had been prepared to sit through almost anything so long as Glenda was nearby, but she was frightened at the idea of being left alone in this room full of nakedly writhing, groping bodies.
"To the bedroom, I imagine," replied Sam Brooks dryly.
"But. . . but Glenda and I are supposed to stay together ..." Milly stammered, knowing how silly this must be sounding.
"No problem. It's a double bedroom. We can slip around to the other one and watch them through the door."
This made very little sense to Milly, but she nodded in agreement, wanting only to be near Glenda in case something happened and she needed help in a hurry. Following her girlfriend's example, the young brunette held her unzipped dress in place with one hand and followed her host through the mob as he stepped cautiously over one lewdly entwined couple who had completely thrown caution to the winds and were fucking madly in front of the fireplace, both of them stark naked.
Milly gazed at them with horror written on her face. "Oh my God!" she murmured, feeling dizzy from the effect of the alcohol, marijuana, and her own heated arousal. She stared as the man's great white penis stroked wetly in and out of the woman's frantically undulating vagina. "Oh . . . my God!" the young girl repeated, and then rushed after Sam Brooks Junior, as if he were the only one who could save her now.
CHAPTER FIVE
The apartment was large and labyrinthine, and Milly quickly lost her sense of direction as Sam Brooks led her through a series of rooms, finally entering a well furnished and elegant bedroom.
"They're in the next room," he whispered, motioning her towards a farther door. "Let's have a quick peek and see what they're up to."
"Oh Sam, I don't think we should," Milly protested nervously, still feeling the maddening tingles of forbidden pleasure racing through her over stimulated body as she found herself alone in a bedroom with a strange man. "Suppose they're . . . they're . . . doing it?"
"All the better," chuckled the sophisticated young businessman. "We might pick up some new techniques, although I doubt that my old friend Max has got much of anything to teach me."
The young man's apartment was filled with rather loud music from the living room, and there seemed to be little danger of their being overheard, so Milly reluctantly surrendered and followed him to the other door to the bedroom. Sam opened it a crack, having switched off the lights behind them, and together they peered into the other room.
It was worse than she had expected!
With the light burning brightly by the bedside, Glenda had already rid herself of the rest of her clothing and was lying nakedly spread-eagled on the big double bed, not more than six feet away from where Milly and Sam huddled in the shadows. The businessman named Max had seemed fat and unpleasant with all his clothing on, but naked, Milly could see that his body was firm and extraordinarily well muscled, and they watched him as he knelt almost respectfully on the bed between Glenda's outstretched legs, running his tongue and lips hungrily up over her freely offered body. The blonde girl's erect little nipples were already wetly glistening, indicating that he had already paid his respects to that portion of her voluptuously tempting body, and now Max was concentrating all his lascivious efforts on the sensitive pubic area up between her long, smoothly tapered legs.
Glenda looked like a woman who had just lost her mind; she was lewdly writhing and twisting on the bed almost as if she were in pain, while the man sucked and licked noisily at her vulnerably, wetly groveling pussy.
This was precisely the salacious scene that Milly had wanted to avoid seeing, but now that she was confronted with it, the trembling young girl knew that she lacked the will power to drag her eyes away. Watching the actress in the movie had been a brand new experience for her, but what was happening before her widened eyes right now was entirely different. Glenda was her friend, someone she knew very well and respected, and here she was obscenely sprawled on a bed with an almost complete stranger's hungrily lapping tongue licking at her naked, young vagina. Leaning forward to get a better view, Milly braced her shoulders against an easy chair and suddenly felt Sam Brooks move agilely into position behind her. The man was smoking another marijuana cigarette and when he offered her a drag, she accepted without thinking about the consequences, putting the dangerous narcotic to her lips and sucking in as deeply as she could. A feeling of intense, floating relaxation flowed through her excited young body as the rich aromatic oriental drug filtered steadily into her bloodstream, adding to the clouds in her mind and to the emotions already provoked by the obscene movie they had witnessed.
And after another few puffs, she found herself almost enjoying the situation. One had to admit that Glenda was a beautiful woman, and the naked young blonde seemed to realize it herself as she stretched out so sensually on the bed, receiving the wet offerings of Max's warmly moistened lips on her pussy like a goddess accepts sacrifices burnt for her on an altar. Glenda's eyes were wide open, but Milly correctly guessed that her girl friend was in no condition to take notice of what was going on around her since her gaze was lust-dazed and glassy. Max was working over her like a slave now, lashing at her hotly swollen vaginal lips with his tongue and using his fingers to pry her tight young cunt open even farther as his lips coursed wetly over the fleshy outer flanges of her cuntal lips. The light was not good, but Milly could still detect the daintily throbbing bud of Glenda's erect little clitoris, seeing the tiny nerve bud jerk and convulse every time the man's tongue washed lewdly over it.
With a numb feeling of agreeable surprise, Milly noticed that her own heatedly aroused body was becoming more sensitive with every passing minute, swaying unconsciously back and forth in time with the lewd writhings of the two naked people on the bed before her.
Sam Brooks was standing directly behind her now, his hands resting casually on her hips, and as he pressed his groin into the cleft of her smoothly rounded buttocks felt the throbbing hardness confined in his pants thrusting urgently against her tightly clenched ass cheeks. For some reason, the lewd sensation failed to upset her; she was happy knowing he was there, protecting her and she made no objection when his hands once again began to roam lasciviously over her drugged young body. After all she rationalized, he had touched her breasts before and gone no farther. Why should she let it upset her now? Besides, his caresses felt better and better as time went on, and the same hungering fluttery sensation she had experienced while watching the movie seemed to be coming back all over again, stronger and more intense than ever. Sam reached agilely around her waist, cupped both of her ripely swaying breasts in his hands, and began to massage them gently with a slow circular motion that Milly felt particularly relaxing.
Having had no prior experience with the effects of marijuana mixed with alcohol, the young brunette had no way of judging precisely how high she was. All she knew was the fact that she felt wonderful and happy, since Sam would certainly sign a large order with MBM the first thing in the morning and her father's job would be safe again. She would never tell him of the sacrifice she had made on his behalf, but she and Glenda would know and that would be enough.
While following Sam into the bedroom, Milly had taken the trouble to zip her dress up once again, but now she felt the zipper being lowered, this time all the way down to the base of her spine. Before she could react in some way to this bold initiative, Sam's hands returned immediately to the attack, this time sweeping over her nakedly aroused breasts until his exploring fingers located her sensitively hardened nipples, squeezing them gently between his thumb and forefinger. Milly gasped a little as unexpected rivulets of wildly erotic pleasure trickled over her inexperienced body, and for a moment she worried that her involuntary sound might have alerted the two lovers in the next room.
But Max and Glenda were much too involved with their own affairs to pay much attention to idle sounds from another room, and Milly frankly doubted that either one of them would have minded a drum and bugle corps marching past the foot of the bed. Having roused her into an absolute fury of passion with his ruthless wet sucking of her hotly palpitating pussy, Max obviously now had better things in mind, and the burly business man began inching his way slowly up the length of her wantonly writhing body, running his tongue wetly over the flat smooth plane of her stomach as he moved upward. As he rose up off the bed, Milly could see the man's long thick cock protruding from his groin like the cannon on a battle ship, its hard meaty shaft surrounded by a forest of dense black pubic hair. Instinctively she shivered at the sight, and Sam responded by pushing his impatiently throbbing cock even harder against the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks.
As Max levered up over her young blonde friend, Milly assumed that he was going to plough brutally into her defenseless, wetly waiting vagina; but for some reason, he delayed even longer, inching forward until his buttocks rested lightly on the base of her rib cage. He bent then and fastened his lips harshly over her mouth, his body almost doubled in two. The kiss ended and he pushed even farther forward until the rubbery scarlet tip of his murderously thick cock dangled menacingly only a few inches from Glenda's openly panting mouth. Not one to lose the slightest opportunity, the robust businessman reached carefully behind him as he rested his naked buttocks on her full sensuous breasts, his fingers finding their way directly to the moist pink flanges of her cunt. He used his outstretched middle finger to skewer directly into the wetly sensitive pussy opening up between her legs, rotating his hand rapidly to give her the maximum of sexual stimulation.
By this point, Glenda was in a shamelessly aroused state which could only be described as nearly hysterical, and her long voluptuous young body kept jerking and quivering spasmodically as if an electric current were being passed steadily through her veins. Milly could see that she was halfheartedly trying to struggle away from this humiliating, teasing position, but the man was heavy and strong and he pinned her easily to the bed, a lewd sadistic grin circling across his broad face as he used his one free hand to maneuver his hotly pulsating cock toward Glenda's panting mouth. In a slow tormenting circle, Max rubbed the hard bulbous head of his penis over her wetly trembling lips. It took some time for Milly to realize that the same obscene act she had seen on film a few minutes before was actually going to be repeated right now in front of her very eyes.
But Glenda was not quite so slow to get the idea, having guessed from the beginning precisely what the older businessman wanted. As Max's lust-stiffened cock waved lewdly in her direction, her tongue stabbed out teasingly and began licking at the tiny opening in the red, heatedly pulsating cock-head. As she lifted her head off the mattress, Max accommodatingly placed a pillow behind her neck, simultaneously moving forward with his hips to make everything as easy as possible.
Milly found she was breathing really hard now, as if it was she herself who was being forced into this perverse, unnatural act and not her girl friend. Sensing her growing excitement, Sam's hands began to explore farther afield, trailing down over her stomach and slipping unimpeded under the elastic waistband of her white little panties. Milly's natural reaction was to suck her breath in sharply, causing her stomach to become momentarily concave and Sam capitalized on the situation by driving his hand clear down into the moist "vee" of her narrow, hair-lined cuntal slit. Her half-naked body jerked convulsively as she felt his fingers caressing her in this most intimate part of her inexperienced young body, but she was pinned neatly between Sam's pulsating groin from behind and his hand rummaging up between her legs. She was helpless to move in any direction, and unable to object vocally without being overheard by Max and Glenda.
Milly was fumbling with his wrist and trying to pull him away, when Sam suddenly found what he was looking for, and she felt his fingers close over her excitedly throbbing clitoris. He fondled it gently, twirling it back and forth between forefinger and thumb, sending wave after wave of hot ecstasy flooding through her loins. Suddenly all of their combined emotions and stimulations were too much to fight, and her quivering young body went slack as she realized that her resistance was at an end. She could feel Sam's powerfully throbbing penis pressing urgently into her from behind, and every time she moved to escape from some new act of aggression, she seemed to give him another opening to exploit. It was an impossible situation and the marijuana had so jumbled her brain that she was no longer capable of thinking clearly enough to get away.
But their silent struggles were interrupted by a sudden wet sucking noise from the other room, and both Sam and Milly looked up startled to see what was going on. Max, smiling like the devil himself, had risen up on his knees, straightening his body and ramming his thick turgid cock deeply into Glenda's moistly gaping mouth! To Milly it seemed like a physical certainty that her girl friend would choke to death on the massive thickness thrust so violently into her throat, but in fact, the depraved young blonde showed no sign of discomfort, and went promptly to work, hungrily sucking away at his thick pistoning shaft as if she had waited all her life for this one moment of perfect bliss.
Milly was half horrified and half fascinated, and it had never really occurred to her before that scenes like this actually took place in real life, much less that she would ever be a concealed witness to one. Max was riding Glenda like a horseman sits astride a mare, one hand wound into the girl's long blonde hair while two fingers of the other were buried obscenely in the moistly throbbing depths of her wide-open cunt. Sam and Milly were perfectly situated for a clear view of everything that was going on, and each time Max ruthlessly thrust his rigidly pulsing cock into the girl's tightly ovalled mouth they could see her cheeks billowing out like a balloon, her eyes glazed with a dreamy off-in-space look which Milly had never seen before. For some strange reason, Milly found herself wiping her tongue around inside of her own mouth as if she were trying the idea out herself, and she knew that the hot flow of cuntal lubricant down her sleek inner thighs was increasing to the point where her panties were soaked and the tops of her nylons were wet.
Sam Brooks, standing behind her, gazed down at his prize with a sense of real sexual satisfaction. He had gone to the party tonight expecting to get laid, all right, that much had been clear from the kind of invitation he had received. But it had never crossed his mind that he would wind up with something as young and tender as Tom Stanton's daughter. Of course, she wasn't exactly a virgin anymore, but who wanted virgins anyway? But he could feel that her little cunt was still tight and firm, indicating that she had been to bed only a couple of times. She obviously was still fairly innocent and inexperienced, which was exactly the way Sam liked his women.
But he still found it difficult to believe his luck! Milly was bending over submissively in front of him, her dress hanging loosely around her waist and her smoothly curved young buttocks rotating eagerly around in tight little circles as if they were begging for another caress. And besides being wildly excited by the show staged by Max and Glenda, the beautiful teenaged brunette was stoned out of her mind on marijuana. What more was he waiting for? A written invitation?
Moving carefully and slowly so as not to jar her out of this delicate mood of surrender, Sam pushed the silken folds of her short skirt up over her waist and gently slid the soft white panties down over the smoothly shimmering globes of her buttocks. At this point he braced himself for some stormy indignant reaction, but instead the girl did nothing, perhaps sensing that what was coming was already in the cards and knowing that there was no longer any possibility of backing away.
Milly was not yet resigned to the humiliating prospect of being fucked standing up like this, bent nakedly over the back of an easy chair while they watched another couple commit obscene acts, but no words formed in her mouth as she felt herself slowly being stripped by this man, and her muscles felt so weak and rubbery, forcing her to spread her feet a little farther apart for better support. A deep red blush of shame covered her face as she felt the warm sensuous air in the room sweep over her nakedly exposed body. She felt ridiculous and humiliated in this shameful position with her whole naked backside sticking up. Why, it was just like waving a red flag in the face of a bull. He was going to do it to her; she knew that positively now. A part of her mind was shrieking at her to run away before it was too late, while her shamelessly aroused body demanded she stay and be fulfilled.
Then she heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being undone, and she knew that any hope she might have had of escaping was now smashed forever. But his next move was entirely unexpected. Milly expected him to come skewering into her, and she braced herself against the chair, fearfully awaiting his hotly throbbing cock's first violent thrust into her wetly waiting cunt.
Instead of immediately fucking into her, Sam Brooks lewdly grinned and dropped to his knees behind her, pressing his face to the shadowy inviting crevice between her fleshy, half-moon buttocks. His wetly heated tongue snaked out agilely, bathing the length and breadth of her cringing anal crevice from top to bottom. Milly was completely unprepared for this sudden stimulation and her knees almost gave out from under her as his tongue returned to the attack and finally stabbed indecently into the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
"Oh no," she muttered, still sufficiently in possession of her wits to keep her voice down. The wildly tantalizing licking was driving her insane, particularly whenever Sam's long wet tongue reached all the way forward to stimulate the tiny trembling bud of her clitoris. Soon he was running his tongue agonizingly around the sensitively quivering lips of her pulsating wet vagina and causing her entire body to tremble violently as if she had suddenly been stricken with a chill. She had never known any sensation quite as intense as this before, and the waves of forbidden pleasure which were sweeping repeatedly over her nakedly over-stimulated body robbed her of any self-control she might still have possessed. Wild erotic fantasies and dreams seemed to invade her mind and refused to be driven away and she found herself imagining that she was lying on her back on the bed along side of Glenda with Tom's heatedly throbbing cock stuck brutally into her softly yielding mouth. Her whole heatedly aroused body was tingling with a wild lewd joy, and for a moment, she thought she was going to have her first orgasm in her life . . . even before he had the opportunity to stick his wonderfully thick penis into her wetly eager vagina.
Abruptly, Sam stopped licking and for a moment her body was filled with the irrational fear that he had suddenly gotten bored and was going to go away and leave her in this painful state of arousal. Then she felt him rising to his feet and pressing in at her from behind again, and her mind was possessed with a new kind of fear. As his massively pulsing cock came into contact with the wetly sensitive flesh up between her legs, the inexperienced young woman for the first time felt the enormity of his long thick penis challenging the entrance to her tight little vagina, and she suddenly realized just how big he was.
Her nakedly white buttocks cringed away from the relentless rubbery tip which was attempting to invade her wetly throbbing vaginal cleft from the rear, but Sam pressed forward insistently while her mind went into orbit with apprehension.
He's too big, she told herself in alarm. None of the boys at school were ever this size! He'll hurt me!
Slowly his fingers prepared the way, guiding the hot head of the blunt heavy instrument to the softly trembling cuntal flesh and opening her up even farther with his fingers separating her tautly tensed pussy.
"I can't!" she whispered in agony. "It's too ... too big."
"I haven't killed anyone yet," Sam chuckled callously from behind her. "What you little girls got between your legs doesn't break that easily. It's stronger than your Daddy's cement."
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, feeling him put the hotly throbbing tip of his long harsh shaft against the tightly-clasped elastic rim of her vagina. She squeezed, hoping to hold him out by brute force, but the man was far to clever for her. Knowing that her vaginal muscles were frail and weak, he simply kept up the pressure until she was involuntarily forced to relax, and then pushed forward, worming his way past the quivering, widely stretched lips of her cunt and into the hotly throbbing interior passage, spreading and forcing wide the delicate sensitive flesh of her vagina as his cock moved inexorably ahead.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" she grunted, making a desperate effort not to cry aloud. The man's mighty penis felt like the shaft of a tree being thrust up inside of her, and the walls of her cunt seemed to be screaming silent screams of pain while the man inched steadily forward, never giving her time to adapt herself to this enormous presence inside of her.
Trying hopelessly to distract herself from her misery, Milly's eyes focused on the scene in the next room where Glenda was still doing her best to coax the warm, male semen out of Max's body and into her own. Her girl friend's soft active lips were clasped hungrily around the white shaft of the man's penis as it sawed rhythmically in and out of her open mouth and Max was smiling with unconcealed delight as he looked down on her cock-stuffed face, watching her lick and kiss his tingling super-stimulated penis like a child with an ice cream cone on a hot day. His fingers were still buried deep inside Glenda's freely-flowing cunt, and the whole bottom half of her body was a blur of motion as the girl thrust her loins repeatedly up to meet his marauding hand, exciting herself more and more by the moment. On her face was an expression of pure delight and Milly could see random droplets of seminal liquid trickling down her cheeks and onto the pillow. The two of them looked like a pair of sex lunatics who belonged in an asylum somewhere!
But Sam was wasting no time watching other people and bracing himself against the girl's slender hips, he began to fuck slowly in and out, moving gently to avoid hurting her any more than was necessary. In fact, the pain was steadily diminishing now for Milly, as Sam had predicted it would, and a strange new mood of recklessness and abandon was creeping over her body, aided and abetted by the quantity of alcohol and marijuana swimming in her blood stream. A sane quiet voice in the back of her head told her quite clearly that this was all wrong, but the sensations emanating steadily from the base of her spine conveyed different instructions and she obeyed, wiggling her buttocks seductively around in tight little circles as the man fucked rhythmically up into her.
"Yes," she suddenly muttered at him. "Yes, do it like that!"
Sam was not a man who had to be told twice in circumstances like this and he spread his legs far apart for better balance and began fucking harder and deeper into her with long smooth strokes, feeling like a king as he towered over the submissively shivering girl. Inside of her, he could feel his huge, rock-hard cock pushing aside the soft fleshy walls of her vagina and plunging deeper and deeper into her body with every pile-driving stroke.
There was something of the sadist in Sam Brooks, like most spoiled young men who have been rich from birth, and he deliberately dug his sharp fingernails into the delicate white skin of her thighs, purposely causing her pain, and grinning fiendishly as she responded by groaning piteously beneath him. Then, using his knees, he forced her legs even farther apart, spreading and stretching even wider the tender half-moons of her buttocks in an effort to fuck her all the way up to the bottom of her belly. His attempt was successful and in an instant, he felt the heavy, blood-engorged tip of his cock brushing roughly against the softly resisting flesh of her cervix deep up inside her flowering vagina.
The young man knew instinctively that she had never been fucked quite this deep before and he cruelly decided to give her everything he had and make her cum so that she would remember it all her life, so that whenever she got it by another man she would have to compare him with Sam Brooks.
Milly by this point was totally helpless, a willing victim in the hands of this older and vastly more experienced man, reduced to the point where she no longer really possessed a will of her own. The position she was in was somewhat uncomfortable, and she compensated by bending over even more resting her full, firmly pointed young breasts on the back of the chair and her head almost protruding into the next room where Max and Glenda continued to writhe obscenely together on the bed.
Max's hard pummeling cock was still stuck deeply in Glenda's tightly ovalled mouth and the naked young blonde seemed to be sucking him more furiously than ever as his sperm-laden balls danced lewdly up against her chin with every ruthless stroke of his wetly glistening penis into her. Despite the fog in her mind, Milly could see clearly that the burly muscular man was straining at the point of an orgasm, and it suddenly occurred to her that when it happened, he would fill up her girl friend's open mouth with a torrent of thick hot sperm. He's going to cum right up into her throat! she realized with a growing sense of dismay. She'll drown!
Her eyes opened wide as the strange perverse drama unfolded before her. With an animalistic snarl, Max suddenly seized Glenda's head in a vise-like grip, thrusting his wildly jerking penis as far down into her futilely protesting throat as was humanly possible. His face was red and the greying hair on his meaty chest seemed to be standing up on end, and Milly knew that his long-awaited orgasm was upon him.
"Aahhh! Keep sucking, baby. Suck .. . suck . . . suck!" he growled, savagely fucking in and out of her tightly compressed lips.
Simultaneously, Glenda's Adam's apple began to bob frantically up and down as she struggled to lose not a drop of the precious, life-giving liquid which was pouring in thinly spurting torrents deep into her willing accepting throat. Milly groaned inwardly as she watched her friend humiliated in this vile fashion, broken down to the lowest level of humanity by her own depraved lusts.
Whatever else happens, she vowed to herself, I'll never never do that to a man, any man! But her thoughts were quickly distracted as she felt Sam beginning to make longer, harder strokes into her hotly pulsating cunt from behind. She moaned incoherently as he thrust steadily in and out of her hungering, tightly stretched vagina, his heavy, buttock-flattening strokes becoming faster and more violent by the minute. Excited more than she realized by what Max had done to Glenda, the young brunette began to react passionately now, her whole sensually awakened body twisting and writhing uncontrollably as she welcomed his pleasure-giving hardness deeper and deeper up into her wildly aroused belly.
"Oh . . . oh, God!" she was able to groan, reaching back futilely with her hands in a vain attempt to touch him. She had never experienced anything remotely like this before, she realized, nothing like this madness, this self-abandon, this open, naked, undisguised lust. Was it the marijuana? Or the man?
But her drug-dazed mind was too errant to give the matter any serious consideration, and Milly concentrated her thoughts on the wicked tingling sensation which was slowly working its way up from the hot steaming flesh between her legs and radiating steadily out in all directions, even up into the hotly throbbing buds of her nipples and back down again into her long, sleekly tapered legs which were beginning to jerk and tremble now as Sam's long thick cock fucked up into her hotly clasping young pussy from behind with all the strength in his body.
"Oh God, do it to me," she groaned, now half out of her mind with unsatisfied lust. "Fuck me back there like that! Oh God! Fuck me back there!"
Milly could hardly believe that it was herself speaking as she listened to the obscene words rolling lewdly from her mouth, but she was working her way slowly but surely towards a spectacularly explosive orgasm, the first of her young life. In her previous limited experience with sex, Milly had always had difficulty cumming, usually warming up too slowly for her partner and always being left disappointed afterwards as a result. This time, she knew she was going to make it, and she bore down as hard as she could, tensing the fluttering internal muscles of her vagina in order to increase the pressure on the man's heatedly pistoning cock and bring her wildly stimulated clitoris into contact with his lust-hardened shaft.
It was a fatal error. Sam suddenly bent over her, placing his head on her naked back and uttering a low heart-felt groan as the warm swirling cum from deep within his body began its irreversible rush up the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis and started spitting convulsively into the heatedly clasping heart of her tight young cunt. Milly could feel it washing into her in hot, implaccable torrents, and a sense of black despair filled her as she realized she was going to be cheated one more time.
"Sam! Please wait! I'm almost there. Keep fucking me! . . . No, Sam . . . oh . . . no!" she pleaded uselessly, knowing perfectly well that there was no way in the world he could hold himself back now. In a desperate last minute effort not to be left out of it, the lustfully hungering young woman ground her nakedly writhing buttocks back into his groin fiercely, rotating her buttocks around and around on the deflating shaft of his wildly ejaculating cock in a hopeless effort to give her that ounce of extra stimulation she needed to achieve her own fulfillment.
Her efforts were destined to be in vain. Sam muttered an apology and slipped out of her, still hungrily twitching pussy with a lewdly wet sucking sound, his penis now soft and useless. There was an ache in her back from having held the same position for so long, Milly straightened up, feeling her skirt slip down over her hips and fall on the floor as she stood erect, leaving her totally naked. The girl was too miserable to care and she collapsed in drugged agony on the bed while Sam closed the door leading to the next room and turned back to her.
"Hey, that was great, honey," he congratulated her as if they had just finished a rousing game of checkers. "Here, you have a drag or two on this joint while I make like a good host and see that everybody's glass is full. Give me a couple minutes to rest, and we'll have another try, okay?"
Looking somewhat embarrassed at his failure (Milly gathered this sort of thing did not happen to him everyday), Sam Brooks slipped into his pants, handed her another lighted marijuana cigarette and quietly left the room.
Her mind reeling in confusion, the brunette teenager rested nakedly on the top of the bed, aware that anyone could wander into the bedroom and see her in this exposed condition, but lacking the will power to get up and put her clothing on. She was so heatedly aroused and dissatisfied at this point that even her light flimsy miniskirt would have seemed like a coat of armor, and she could not bear the idea of covering her warm sweating skin just yet. Gradually the cigarette she was smoking reinforced the quantity of a narcotic already swimming in her bloodstream, and she felt her head sailing higher and higher while the room seemed to be rotating on an axis of its own.
"Hey, all undressed and nowhere to go!" came a voice unexpectedly out of the dim light in the bedroom, and Milly's eyes popped open to see a man step forward and seat himself comfortably on the edge of the bed. He was as naked as she, and the young girl vaguely remembered having seen him earlier in the evening at her father's party, but could not recall his name.
"Great party, uh?" he commented cheerfully, lighting a cigarette and making himself comfortable. Milly heartily wished he would go away and leave her to her misery. It was bad enough having made a slut out of herself, she was thinking, but to have gone the whole way only to be left in this dissatisfied condition was worse than anything. The girl's loins felt as if they were on fire, and she pressed her legs together so that the stranger could not see how excited she was.
"I don't know if we got a chance to meet each other before," the man smiled at her. "You're Tom Stanton's kid, aren't you? Well I'm Ed Talbort from Talbort and Company. We used to do a lot of business with your old man a couple of years back."
It was totally ridiculous, given the fact that the two of them were sitting stark naked on a bed in the middle of an orgy, but the manners Milly had driven into her over the years took over and she found herself extending her hand.
"Glad to meet you, Mister Talbort," she said, feeling stupid about shaking hands under these circumstances. But Talbort, a blond-haired, lean-bodied man in his middle forties, failed to release her hand, instead pulling her naked body towards him.
"Well, what'll it be, Milly? You like the straight stuff or would a little sixty-nine appeal to you? Ed Talbort at your service."
But she never got a chance to reply. Having taken care of the formality of introduction, the construction man moved fast, flattening her quickly on the bed so that her legs were dangling off one side and her head was crammed up against the headboard. He threw his long hard body quickly on top of her, Milly noted for the first time that he was already fully aroused and ready for action, his long slender penis jutting out of the pubic hair in his groin like a spear half hidden in tall grass.
Wasting no time on preliminaries, Ed lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks clear off the mattress, posing over her like a man about to do a set of push-ups while he maneuvered his lust-hardened cock into the wetly glistening plain of her already battered pussy.
Milly shuddered, knowing deep in her heart that this was exactly what she wanted, and yet emotionally unable to accept this brisk, informal, unsentimental approach to something which was supposed to be as serious as sex. But right now she needed to be fucked much too badly to protest, rolling her head from side to side in frustration and shame as she felt the quick hot twinges of lust bubbling up again inside of her hotly pulsating vagina.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me" she murmured, knowing that she was now so deep in depravity that she would never be the same again, simultaneously lifting up her buttocks to make the sensuous invitation as explicit as possible.
"Aaahh! That's it," she found herself screaming rapturously as Talbort's lean muscular body surged forward enthusiastically, his long, hungry cock slithering easily into her cum-lubricated cunt without the slightest difficulty. This time there was no pain at all, and Milly felt the heatedly clasping walls of her vagina close gratefully around the man's long skewering instrument, eagerly welcoming his throbbing hardness into the depths of her hungering little cunt. Shame and humiliation were things of the past now, and she groaned with relief at being once more filled by a man's wonderfully hard penis, her mouth opened wide in undisguised ecstasy. She had been close to cumming a few minutes before, and she only needed this other little nudge to send her sailing off the top.
A self satisfied smile of pleasure spread over the man's face as he realized that this hot little bitch was already cumming, after he had been inside of her less than thirty seconds! It seemed impossible and yet the construction man was familiar enough with all the signs of a woman's climax and Milly was demonstrating every one of them. Her hands darted quickly out, capturing his nakedly surging buttocks as she struggled mightily to pull him even farther into her wildly straining pussy, wrapping her legs around his back with desperate strength and using her heels as spurs to goad him deeper, ever deeper into her wildly convulsing cunt! Her breath was short and harsh and the orgiastic releases from her wetly palpitating vagina flowed like the waters of a river, streaming out of her quivering little pussy and wetting his hard-driving cock before dripping onto the mattress below them.
"I'm cummmmmming!" she gasped just once, as if further notification was necessary, and followed these words with a long low wail of utter release, screaming out the end to all the frustration and denial she had known all evening.
Later, she was dimly conscious that there were other people in the room. Glenda was there, and Mac, as well as some of the other men from the party. There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of liquor to drink and marijuana to smoke. Men came and went, throwing their bodies on top of hers, sometimes bringing her to an orgasm and sometimes not, but after a certain point, it no longer seemed to make much difference.
The party broke up just before dawn, and Glenda took the wearily trembling teenager into the bathroom and helped her clean up enough for the trip home. Her father was asleep on the couch when the two girls entered and they covered him with a blanket and went to bed.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey Ed, are you there?"
"Don't scream into the telephone, man, I've got a splitting headache!"
"I know, you acquired it last night at my place. This is Sam Brooks."
"Oh, hi, Sam. Hey, that was one hell of a party! Your entertainment..." Ed Talbort glanced at his pretty young secretary who was bent over her electric typewriter; he wanted to avoid shocking her until they got to know each other better. "Your entertainment was certainly of the highest quality, shall we say."
"Thanks, Ed. I can take credit for most of it, but the real highlight of the evening was quite unexpected. I saw you in there enjoying that little broad with the best of them. Congratulations, old man."
"Ah, yes, I was able to deliver two shipments of the best quality materials I had available," replied Ed Talbort, trying to give his secretary the impression that the client was fully satisfied on both occasions. I would be happy to do business with her any time she's in need of further . . . shall we say, service."
Sam Brooks chuckled lewdly, but he had something on his mind beyond reminiscing and he came quickly to the point.
"Look, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, Ed. I don't know how sentimental you get about these things, but I think we ought to do a little something for the kid. She was in there trying to get some business for her old man, and you've got to admit she gave it everything she had."
"I would say that the client's efforts were outstanding," Talbort agreed emphatically. "As an old construction man, I must say that I never saw things going up so fast in my life."
"Right, and if we want her to put out like that again, I would suggest we throw a little business to the Matthews Company. We've both got projects underway, and an order for a couple hundred tons of cement wouldn't kill either of us."
"Sam, I like to keep business and pleasure separated. The Matthews people used to make good stuff, but these days that cement isn't good enough for my purposes," Talbort objected. "I can't have my buildings falling on people just to keep Tom Stanton happy, even if he is the nicest guy in the business."
"Yeah, I know, Ed-boy," argued Sam Brooks persuasively. "But we're going to write up Tom an order anyway, and use his stuff wherever it doesn't have to take much weight, with a couple of reinforcing rods thrown in to make sure it doesn't crumble too soon. If Tom doesn't bring in some business soon, Matthews is going to fire him on us, and if Tom leaves the business neither one of us will ever get a crack at his kid again."
"MMMMM, you have a point there," conceded Talbort. "I guess maybe we could do the same, but I couldn't even think about a long-term contract. It'll have to be a one-shot affair."
"Same here, but call 'em up anyway and place some kind of an order. I'm going to talk to some of the other boys, and if we all throw in a contribution, maybe we can schedule another party next week, if we've all recovered by then."
"My firm is ready to start deliveries of our high quality product as soon as there is an . . . opening. Next week would be fine."
"Good, Ed. Say hello to the missus and we'll be talking to you." Sam Brooks concluded and the two men broke off their conversation.
"Mrs. Talbort is holding on the other line," announced the businessman's secretary, primly, sending her boss an understanding smile. "She seems upset about something."
"I was out late last night working a very important deal," Talbort explained indignantly. "Can't women understand that business is business!"
* * *
"I'm satisfied, at least for a start," Matthews was saying, swinging his feet up on top of the mahogany desk and lighting one of the pungent irritating cigars Tom Stanton had learned to dislike during the years he and Matthews had worked together. "All the orders we got were just thank-you notes, really, all short term things. But, like I say, it's a start and it shows you what that kind of sales promotion technique can produce. I must say that your daughter and her girl friend helped enormously! Those two kids really put some life into the party and then, I could tell the boys were tickled pink to see them there."
Stanton winced at the recollection, lighting a cigarette to steady his nerves. The construction men who had been entertained at his house a few nights before had thrown quite a bit of business his way, far more than he expected, and a lot more than was warranted by the party itself. After all, he had spent only a few hundred dollars on drinks and refreshments, and gotten back several thousand dollars' worth of profits for the company. Something about the whole business worried him, and in the back of his troubled mind, he still carried around the image of Milly and Glenda leaving the house dressed in those tempting, sexy outfits in the company of a gang of rough, rowdy construction men. He had tried to stay awake long enough to be conscious when they returned, but the alcohol had been too much for him and he had fallen asleep, never really finding out what time the two of them had gotten back in.
So what had they done that night to earn him all those orders? He could hardly believe that either girl would have behaved improperly with that bunch of lechers, but then . . .
But then Glenda, as he knew from pleasant personal experience, was not the most moral young lady in the world. The girl liked some action in the sack, despite her tender age, and he could well imagine her going to bed with a man just because she liked him. Or just because she wanted him to throw some business his way? There was a difference between having loose morals and deliberately using your body for profit! But did Glenda understand that difference? And why should she care whether the Matthews company got orders or not?
She should care because she was broke, and if he got fired, she would be out in the cold, he reminded himself. The other day they had been out together and she had seen a dress she particularly liked in one of those sophisticated shops on Main Street. She had dragged him inside to watch her try it on, and then talked him into buying it for her. Since they had spent the previous night together, he had hardly been able to say no, even though the dress was expensive . . . was she using him? And if she thought she had found her gold mine, was she using her body with his customers to protect her investment?
"Now I think we should follow this up with another party in about a week's time, maybe inviting a mixture of old reliable customers with some new people we've sold to before..." Matthews was saying, chewing on his cigar, but Stanton found it difficult to concentrate on this discussion, his mind working its way back inexorably to his daughter.
And Milly? He had raised her as well and as carefully as it was possible for a single parent to do, but how far had he succeeded? She still seemed to be the same sweet little kid, she had always been, but there were some changes creeping into the way she behaved, changes Stanton did not like. Her dress had changed rather strikingly, for example. Time was when she had worn nothing but grubby jeans around the house and her idea of dressing up was to put on a clean sweater. Now she was investing most of her allowance in clothing and cosmetics, sporting see-through blouses and miniskirts too short to be believed. Both she and Glenda had taken to going around the house without brassieres, and while Tom found this sexy and eye-pleasing with Glenda, he was horribly shocked at the idea as far as his own daughter was concerned. And yet he could not bring himself to send her up to her room to put on a brassiere.
Could Milly have . . . Stanton could not bring himself to formulate the thought, but he knew that the girl had been seriously worried about the possibility of his losing his job. Some misguided warped sense of loyalty, perhaps ... And what had caused this change in his daughter? The answer was clear; things had started to go bad when Glenda came to live with them, and if he had an ounce of responsibility left in him as a parent, Stanton knew that he should go straight home and tell the sensual young blonde to start packing her bags.
And he also knew that he was going to do no such thing. A couple of times a week, when the girl did not have a date, she stole into his room at night and stayed with him until dawn. It had been a long time since he had been able to do as he liked with a woman, particularly one as young and voluptuous and uninhibited as Glenda, and he realized he no longer possessed the will-power to send her away.
It would have been so much better if they were really in love, he decided, focusing his eyes on the bridge of Matthew's nose and trying to present the appearance of a man attentively following every word his boss was saying. But naturally, they were not in love. Glenda made no secret of the fact that she was hunting for a young rich man to marry her, but liked Tom's abilities in bed in the meantime. He could have saved his conscience a little bit by convincing himself that he was insanely in love with her, but it would not work. As far as he could tell, he did not even like the girl, really. There were a million things about her that irritated him, particularly the evil influence she was having over his daughter. She was not really very intelligent, and a serious discussion with her was impossible. She was sloppy to an unimaginable degree, leaving soiled articles of clothing all over the house, and despite her original promise to help with the housework, she had not washed a dish or swept a floor since the hour of her arrival.
So why keep her around?
I'll tell you why, he informed himself savagely. You'll keep her around as long as she'll stay because every time she walks by, your cock tries to climb right out of your pants! You'll keep her around, and you'll buy her presents and you'll make an absolute fool out of your dignified, forty-five year old self, because she's the best looking piece of ass you've ever had!
Stanton suddenly realized that Matthews had stopped talking and was looking at him with an inquiring expression on his face.
"Hey, Tom, are you feeling okay? I got the impression you were off on cloud nine just now."
"Oh . . . yeah, no, I was listening . . . it's just that I was planning that party in my mind. Got a lot to think about these days, y'know ..."
"With that chick you've got living up at your place," Matthews grinned lewdly, "I guess you probably do have a lot on your mind. I should have troubles like that! Sometimes I think that old honest Tom Stanton has a sex life that would make the rest of us jealous. How 'bout it, Tom? Don't tell me that little girl ain't, putting out for her room and board?"
"How dare you..." Stanton sputtered indignantly, but the other man waved him off with a gesture of disgust.
"Okay, okay, I didn't mean to doubt your precious morality, but if you ain't banging her, we ought to have your head examined. So we're set for the party next week? You'll get out the invitations?"
* * *
Milly woke up inside her head, but kept her eyes tightly closed, expecting that she would feel perfectly terrible. Last night she and Glenda had gone out on the town with a couple of young professors from the university. It had never occurred to her that a teacher would make a date with one of his female students, but the whole arrangement had been handled by Glenda, who assured her that it would be fun, and a little socializing with the faculty would do their marks no harm, particularly since the two of them had been doing very little studying lately.
In fact, the two professors had been more than happy to socialize with a pair of attractive young coeds, and the socializing had gone on most of the night and finished in one of the teacher's apartments. The professors were both too square to have any marijuana around, so the foursome had done their work on alcohol. Milly dimly remembered winding up in bed with first one of the professors and then the other, and she had the vague impression that she had lost control over herself again, just as she had the night she spent at Sam Brooks' apartment.
Precisely how she had gotten home and into bed, the young girl could not recall, but here she was lying naked between the sheets with no bones broken; Glenda, as usual, must have handled it somehow. But it was time to make the supreme effort and open her eyes. She had slept a long time and without raising her eyelids, she could tell that the sun in her room was bright, indicating that she had already missed at least two of her morning classes and would probably be late for the third.
"Hey, beautiful! You go to sleep all day?" It was her girl friend's cheerful voice coming into the room, and as her eyes popped open, Milly discovered with a pleasant surprise that she felt marvelous. There was no trace of the expected hangover.
"Boy, did we tie one on last night," the blonde girl commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed, dressed only in her skimpy filmy negligee. "How do you feel, kid?"
"I don't know why, but I feel terrific," admitted Milly. "Orgies must be good for me."
"What's good for you is getting laid regular, honey," confided Glenda with a lascivious grin. "All those skinny nervous dames over at school are suffering from advanced cases of horniness!"
"Speaking of school, I gather we've missed a couple of classes," Milly observed, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedstand. "Daddy'll be furious if I flunk out of school."
"Flunk? Kid, you and I are doing very well at school and don't worry about missing those morning classes. For starters, we've got "A's" in sociology and math, although I wouldn't tell you Daddy about it just yet in case he wonders how you know so soon."
"How do you know so soon? Examinations won't be for another couple of months yet!"
"Well, I had a little chat with both our dear professors last night under very intimate circumstances and they told me that we wouldn't have to worry about finals in their courses. It seems we earned our grades in a different fashion, but an "A" is an "A" no matter how you get it."
"Oh, that sounds a little unethical," murmured Milly dubiously.
"Of course it's unethical, baby, but we did it and we'd never have gotten those "A's" any other way. I can't make heads nor tails out of sociology and you can't even add up the check in a restaurant much less pass college mathematics."
"We can't expect to sleep our way through college!" objected Milly, only half-convinced.
"Why not! What matters is the little piece of paper they give you when you graduate, not how you got it. And screwing a professor is a whole lot more fun than listening to him lecture. That guy who teaches us English Composition patted my ass the other day. I think we'd better tackle him next, although he doesn't look like he'd be worth much in the sack."
"Golly, is that your philosophy of life?" questioned Milly a little shocked. "You talk about sex as if it were a credit card you could use for anything! I mean, I hate to seem like a real square, Glenda, but. . . I'm not sure this is really the way we ought to do things. I mean if you really like a boy and want to go to bed with him, that's one thing, but letting someone make love to you just to get what you want out of him, seems too much like . . . like ..."
"Go ahead and say it," smiled Glenda, not offended in the slightest. "It seems like prostitution, and that's more or less what it is. But what you don't realize, sweetie, is that everybody's a prostitute in one way or another. Take your father for example. Everybody says that Tom Stanton is a very moral guy and a pillar of the community and so on, but what does he do for a living? He sells cement!"
"And that's prostitution according to you?"
"Sure. Does he like selling cement? Not particularly. He'd be just as happy selling automobiles, or TV sets or carrots, but he happened to get started selling cement. And does he like his boss, Bart Matthews? No, he hates him. Is he nice to Bart Matthews? Yes, baby, he's very nice to Bart Matthews, and when Bart wants Tom to give a party with call girls in his own home, then Tom does just what he's told and smiles nicely at Bart while he's doing it. Why? He needs the money, just like we needed those "A's". You and me haven't got a thing to sell, Milly-honey, except ourselves, and so that's what we'll sell, and it's a hell of a lot more attractive than Tom's cement!"
"I don't like to hear you talk about my father that way," objected Milly, her beautiful young face contracting into a pout.
"That's because you're taking your time about growing up. How about that night of the party when we went off with that mob of sex-maniacs and your dear sweet Daddy stood there and let us go? Don't you think he had the slightest idea what was going to happen to us?"
"No! I think he'd be scandalized; he'd be horrified!" sputtered Milly, now really upset, but thinking that there had to be some truth in what her friend was saying.
"He would be? Don't you think he knew what kind of men they were? He's worked with them all his life, and he knew perfectly well what they had in mind when they walked the two of us out of here in the middle of the night. And Tom let us go because he needed their business to keep his job. And we helped him get that business by doing what we did. Wake up, girlie, the world is a place where you trade some things off for other things. Tom traded you for the night in exchange for some orders of cement, and you're no worse off for the bargain are you?"
"I can't believe it! I mean what you're saying makes sense, but my father has always been so innocent about these things .. . sometimes I felt as if I were the adult in the family and not him. I always figured he thought I was still a nice little virgin ..."
"You don't know Tom Stanton the way I do," laughed Glenda coyly, seeing that her argument was having its desired effect.
"Well, you may be right in what you're saying, but I think I can claim to know my own father better than anyone else in the world, after all, I've lived with him for all these years ..."
"But unless you're more of a swinger than I gave you credit for, you haven't made love to him," giggled Glenda with an expression of triumph on her face.
"Well, of course, I haven't!"
"Well, you should try him some time. He's about the best available!"
"Glenda!"
"Oh Milly, sometimes I think you've got the mind of a three year old. There's a door connecting his bedroom with mine. You don't think it stays closed all night, do you? I stop in and visit your Dad whenever I haven't got a date with someone else, and he really takes care of his house guests, I can assure you. Sometime he tires even me out, and I like sex more than anyone else I know."
Milly fell silent for a few minutes, digesting this unexpected information. Like most children, she had long been in the habit of thinking of her father as a century or two older than he really was, and the idea that he might have an illicit sex life had never entered her mind. But once she got over the shock, the thought delighted her. They were like one big happy family! Glenda was her best friend and Daddy was the person she loved most in the world. The fact that the two of them were lovers made it all just about perfect.
And besides that, the news that Tom Stanton liked a little fun in bed once in awhile took an enormous load off of her conscience. She had been feeling guilty about these sex sessions, thinking that her father would simply die if he knew about them. Glenda was suggesting that Tom Stanton actually did know and didn't mind, and this was a real relief. Naturally, there were some things you couldn't say to your father, but the fact that he knew made it all so much nicer!
* * *
Stanton pulled the cork out of a wine bottle, deliberately trying to get a little drunk, and a gurgling noise filled the kitchen as he swallowed a pint or so of the red intoxicating liquid. How much of my soul can I afford to give away, he was asking himself unhappily. What am I doing to my family? Is Milly really getting involved in orgies and sex parties? I've got to know!
The phone rang in the kitchen and the business executive tensed suddenly and stepped behind the door so that whoever came to answer the ring would not know he was listening. He felt horribly ashamed of spying on his own daughter like this, but the question was torturing him endlessly, and he had to settle the doubt in his mind one way or another.
"Hello, yeah, this is Glenda," came the voice of his blonde house guest as she lifted the receiver of the phone. "Why Sam Brooks! How nice to talk to you again! What's up, Sam? Besides that, I mean."
At first, Tom Stanton assumed that Brooks was calling for him to discuss business, but when Glenda failed to call him to the phone, his suspicions were doubled, and he remained hidden behind the kitchen door.
"No, Milly and I aren't doing anything tonight ... it sounds like fun ... oh, we can stay here if you want to. The liquor closet is full enough, and Tom's going out of town on a business trip."
Stanton startled as he heard his own name mentioned, realizing that he himself had forgotten to tell the girls that his trip out of the city had been cancelled because the client had elected to come to town instead. The negotiations had taken place that afternoon, and Stanton was going nowhere that night.
"Okay? Then we'll see you and your friend here about nine-thirty .. . he'd better be as good as you are, Sam . . . Bye now."
They're planning a party here, he realized unhappily. God knows what that cocksman, Sam Brooks, has in mind for my daughter! Or does he want a repeat performance of something he's already had? What'll they do when I tell them I'm not going anywhere?
Suddenly an idea filtered slowly into the executive's mind. It was shameful, the lowest most reprehensible thing he had ever done, but there was no other way out of this agony of doubt and indecision. He had to spy on them!
The tools he needed were in the cellar. As soon as the two girls went out for the afternoon classes at the school, he could get started and by the time they returned for the evening, he would be "gone".
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now I can go ahead and get a little bit drunker, Tom Stanton told himself heavily as he laid down his hammer and started piling his tools back into the chest. / deserve a drink after all that work and besides . . . besides, I don't think I can go through with this stone sober.
Panting slightly from the unaccustomed exertion, Stanton stepped back and examined his handiwork, complimenting himself bitterly on a job well done. When the girls had kissed him good-by that afternoon and gone off to school, the executive had gone through his files and gotten out the original plans for the house which the builder had followed. Originally, they had planned on having a narrow corridor running the length of the building, linking the master bedroom with the living room, but after this passageway had actually been constructed, they had realized that it was a mistake, too long and too narrow to be attractive, and creating the necessity of several extra doors which would have served no earthly purpose. Rather than tear it down, Stanton had ordered it simply covered over, and for fifteen years, he had more or less forgotten that there was a narrow empty space extending between his bedroom and the rest of the house.
Various times over the years, he had considered opening up the passageway, possibly for use as a closet, but he had never had the time and after his wife had died, there was no longer a shortage of closet space and the idea had been forgotten. But today he had remembered it, for the first time in a decade. Working carefully, he had knocked out the plaster in the back of his closet until the hole was big enough for him to crawl through into the abandoned corridor. Then he had prepared a white wooden door which would shield the entrance, reasoning that Milly would never notice it because she had no particular reason to go poking around in his closet. Observation into the other rooms in the house presented no problem since a series of ventilation grates opened into the deserted passageway and by taking a step or two, Stanton found that he commanded a view into both of the girl's bedrooms and the living room as well.
His face white and his hands now starting to tremble, Tom Stanton took one last swig on his whiskey bottle and then raided the bar for a fresh quart to take with him into his spy's nest for the night. He would watch and see what there was to see. When the party was over, he could creep back into his own bedroom and explain to the girls in the morning that his client had taken sick unexpectedly and he had returned late.
The rumble of Milly's old car warned him in time that the girls were returning, and he took one last look around to make sure there was nothing left outside which would compromise him and then crept into his refuge for the long wait.
* * *
"Where did you go last night?" "Oh," responded Glenda coyly. "You could say that I was out with a very important businessman."
"Oh really? Anyone I know?" asked Milly, her curiosity piqued by this evasive answer.
"Someone you know very well. In fact we had a long talk about you."
"You did? I thought my ears were burning. Let's see, it couldn't have been daddy, because he was home last night. The poor dear. He must have looked at his watch one hundred times an hour, and he waited up for you until he fell asleep in the chair. You're cruel, Glenda, but tell me who you went out with. Was he attractive?"
"Not very," admitted the tall blonde girl with a saucy shake of her head. "I don't go out with him because of his sex appeal. We talked business almost all night long. Naturally he had to make a pass at me after we made our little deal, but these days sex is like the rubber stamp on a contract."
"Stop torturing me," pleaded Milly, now beside herself with interest. "Come on, Glenda, spill it."
"Okay, okay, a girl can't have any secrets around here. Bart Matthews called me up for dinner and said he wanted to talk business, so I went along to see what was going on in his small but active mind."
"Matthews! That horrible greasy little man! How could you let him touch you?"
"I had to close my eyes," confessed Glenda. "Frankly, he isn't nearly as good in bed as your father, and I told him so."
"No!" cried Milly in astonishment. "You told him about you and daddy? How could you?"
"He got on my nerves, always criticizing Tom and saying he was over the hill. I just had to tell him. You should have seen the expression on his face."
"But what did he want?"
"I'm trying to tell you, but you keep interrupting me," protested Glenda. "He said you and I were better salesmen for his company than Tom was, and he wanted the two of us to keep at it. Apparently after that wild night we spent at Sam Brooks' place, the boys all got together and threw a couple of orders into the pot. It was something, but Matthews says they need some long-term contracts, and it's up to us to get them."
"So what's your interest in this?" asked Milly suspiciously, not liking the idea of her girlfriend doing business behind her father's back.
"Milly baby, that old jalopy of yours is fine for transportation, but I've got a hankering for something a little on the smart side. Bart's promised me a new sports car if we can get Sam Brooks to sign on the dotted line. And there's something in it for you, too. But we can't tell Tom about it, naturally. He'd blow his stack!"
"He sure would," mused Milly a little sadly, unhappy at having to deceive her father like this. "And anyway, what can we do for Sam Brooks that we haven't already done? I don't know what happened to you the other night, but he turned me every way but loose, and all we got for it was a little tiny order, no more than a thank-you note. Maybe we should have held out a little longer."
"No, we did just what we should have," Glenda assured her. "But the important thing is to play our cards right from here on. I get the impression that it's you Sam is really interested in, although if you must know he did a little business with me that night at his apartment, and he didn't look too unhappy about it afterwards. If he knew how to make love like Tom, I'd really go hunting for him. But unfortunately it's not me he's after, so everything depends on you."
"Golly, what can I do? I guess at this point there's no reason to pretend I'm as pure as the driven snow, but except for letting him get me into bed, I can't think of any way of persuading him to sign a contract."
"Look, let me worry about the business end of it. Just remember, when he gets here tonight, he's the boss. If he wants to strip you naked and whip you with a limp noodle, for Christ's sake let him."
"Hmmmmm, sounds like fun," Milly grinned lasciviously at her friend. "Did you ever let a man whip you?"
"Are you kidding? If a man ever took a whip to me, I'd kick him in the balls. There's only two things I don't go for in bed, baby, and one of them is whips."
"And what's the other one?"
"I don't go for the rear end stuff either," commented the sophisticated young woman, sprawling on the couch and lighting herself a cigarette before tossing the pack to Milly. "I had a boyfriend once who used to beg me to let him screw me in the ass, and every time I told him to go fuck himself. Any woman who'd let a man do a thing like that to her is really a whore."
"I think so, too," shuddered Milly, who had frankly never even thought of the idea. "Hey, those guys are going to be arriving any minute now, and we aren't even dressed. Shall we go get beautiful?"
"Seems a shame to bother getting dressed when we're gonna be naked again five minutes after they walk in the door, but I suppose you're right. Let's get suited up."
* * *
Stanton took a series of deep breaths, his back braced against the wall, trying to fight off the fainting sensation which had suddenly swept over him. When he recovered, he took a long pull on the whiskey bottle, feeling the harsh alcoholic liquid burn all the way down his throat and warm his stomach.
So it was all true! His daughter, his one and only daughter, had turned out to be a perfect whore! And this was all Glenda's doing as well, he told himself, trembling from head to toes with rage. I should have kicked the Goddamn little tramp out of my house the moment I laid eyes on her! Now she's wormed right into the heart of our lives. She's corrupted my daughter! She goes behind my back and works deals with my boss! She's taking over my business! And she's got me running around in circles like a puppy chasing its own tail!
Stanton paused for another long drink. He realized clearly that he had been hitting the bottle too much these days, and sometimes he found himself completely drunk by lunch time, but there was no other way of facing the shame and the humiliation of what was happening to him. From the conversation he had just overheard, he recognized that the two girls must have sexually entertained all the men at the party the other night. Not only was his daughter a whore, but all the construction men in town knew about it, and construction men are famous for bragging about their sex lives. Inside a month, there won't be a person in the building trade who doesn't know that you can fuck Tom Stanton's daughter if you order a little cement!
He was disgraced, finished! He could never again face the people he had to deal with, and every time he looked at Bart Matthews, he would have to repress the desire to smash him in the jaw. What had happened to that lofty reputation for morality he used to have? It was gone. Glenda had dropped it on the floor and stepped on it! God, how he hated the girl! He would do now what he should have done a month ago. She would not spend another night under his roof. She was going and she was going now!
But Stanton found it difficult to move, and he fortified himself with another swig from the bottle. What would he say? What would he do when she turned that mocking sexy smile on him and invited him into her bedroom?
He knew perfectly well what he would do. He was trapped, doomed, and he knew it, and a drunken self-pitying tear ran down his cheeks as he sucked desperately on the whiskey bottle, wanting to knock himself out cold with the booze so he would no longer have to endure this torment.
The doorbell rang. The opportunity to flee from his place of concealment was gone now, but Tom Stanton knew in his heart that he never had had the slightest intention of fleeing. He was going to see it all. . . no matter how much it hurt!
* * *
For a girl who had difficulty mastering the elements of sociology, Glenda had learned a lot about cement, and Milly could see that the tall blonde girl had been doing her homework. Sam Brooks had come with a friend and co-worker, a tall, handsome engineer named Pete, and as the four of them relaxed on the couch, the conversation kept coming back to the subject of the MBM Company and its money troubles. Pete, a big ex-football player with a strong swarthy face, insisted that Matthews cement was too weak to be used in any serious construction, and Glenda surprised them all by reciting facts and figures to prove the big engineer wrong.
Milly was frankly tired of cement, and feeling nervous about the whole situation, she busied herself with the drinks, making sure everyone had a glass in their hand, and adjusting the volume of the record player while the other three joked and argued. Finally someone proposed that they dance and the lights were dimmed to create a more romantic atmosphere as Sam Brooks took Milly gently in his arms and began to waltz her across the living room rug.
"I've been thinking a lot about that night at my place," he confided in her ear, as they danced. "When are we going to have a repeat performance?"
Milly really hated herself for what she was saying, but the temptation was too strong to be resisted.
"We appreciated that order you put in," she purred. "Even though it wasn't very big. When are we going to have a repeat performance of that?"
Brooks chuckled, apparently not irritated at this bold mixing of business with pleasure. He had grown up in the tough construction business, and the young man was accustomed to having the best things in life, and paying for them as well.
"Well, your buddy Glenda seems to think MBM cement is just what the doctor ordered. But I'll have to be convinced some more."
"I'm just the gal to do the convincing," she whispered back at him seductively. "Hey look at those two!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Milly had caught a glimpse of Glenda and Pete as they disappeared off in the direction of her bedroom. Feeling strangely light headed, Milly could not stop herself from giggling. One side of her was insisting that this was lewd and immoral behavior, but she could not deny that she was having fun, suddenly a really perverse idea swept irresistibly into her mind. The thought was the most depraved idea she had ever allowed herself to think, and she put it into words before she could stop herself.
"Let's go with them," she urged, wantonly rubbing her pelvis in lewd invitation against his visibly bulging groin. "Glenda's got a big double bed . . . "
Sam Brooks looked up in surprise, seeing that she was blushing violently at her own boldness, and slowly a lecherous grin spread over his face.
"Two is company, and three's a crowd," he recited, "but four can be fantastic! Come on, let's go!"
Tom Stanton sucked joylessly on the bottle as he watched his daughter take his client by the hand and lead him seductively off towards Glenda's room. / can't watch this, he told himself miserably. Not my own daughter . . . it's bad enough as it is... I ought to kill that bastard. But it's Milly who's leading the way . . . I've got to stop them . . . but if he signs a contract with us? ... I can't watch!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I want to fuck you," Brooks said very softly as they stepped inside the darkened bedroom. "Tonight, I want to fuck you until you can't stand up anymore."
The words were harsh and obscene, but instead of being repelled, Milly felt a shiver of wild excitement racing up and down her spine. Sam Brooks pulled her impulsively into his arms, and the young girl, surprised at her own boldness, found herself reaching down between their bodies to stroke his growing, rapidly swelling penis. She had never felt so totally wicked in her life, and the tiny hardened nipples on her breasts had already begun to tingle with excitement. Her eyes had adjusted to the light now, and she could see Glenda and Pete lewdly writhing on the bed together, but she had no time to worry about them.
"Now first, I want you to strip," Brooks ordered, releasing his hold on her so that she could comply with his request. "I want you to take off all of your clothes!"
For the first time, Milly realized that she was nervous. All of her other experiences in the field of sex had been hurried passionate affairs in the back seats of a car, except for the other night when Brooks had drugged her and then practically taken her by force. Now it was all different. She was being asked to do it in the cold blood, told to strip herself naked while he calmly stood there watching her!
Her hands were moist with perspiration, but after a moment's fumbling, she slid the zipper slowly down the back of her dress, and shrugged the flimsy garment off of her shoulders. It dropped silently to the floor, leaving her clad only in her brassiere and panties. Sam's face was glowing with lust as he watched her ripe young breasts swell when she reached again behind her to unfasten the snap on the brassiere, which quickly joined her dress on the floor and freed her proudly upthrust mounds of flesh.
The thought that she was going to jump into bed with this man and two other people at the same time sent chills of forbidden desire through her veins, and she could hear moans and sighs already coming from Glenda, indicating that Pete was already starting to make some progress.
But Sam was not interested in being left behind, and his hands reached out in the darkness and explored her nakedly tempting flesh while Milly stood trembling before him.
Flexing his knees, the young man dropped down in front of her, and gently eased the panties down over her gently curving hips, taking the opportunity to place a wet kiss on her warm, hair-covered vaginal mound before returning to his feet. Then he fastened his mouth over the tip of one firmly quivering breast and sucked it until Milly thought she was about to lose her mind ... all the while hastily removing his clothes to become as naked as she.
"Come on," she told him urgently. "Let's get into bed! I can't wait another minute."
"Hey, welcome aboard," cried Glenda gaily as Milly and Sam joined them on the mattress. "Hmmmmmmm, this makes for some very interesting possibilities ..."
"Indeed it does," commented Pete with a lascivious grin on his big handsome face. "Anybody feel like a daisy chain?"
"Later," growled Brooks. "Right now I'm hotter than a pistol! All I want to do is fuck!"
Milly was still wondering what a daisy chain was when the young man flattened her on the bed, practically flinging his hard muscular body on top of hers, his moistly heated mouth fastening again on one of her passion-peaked nipples. Meanwhile, his hands continued their sensual inspection of the mysteries of her naked young body, roaming down over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs while he sucked gently on the erect little nipple, bringing groan after groan to her wetly parted lips. Acting almost instinctively, Milly wrapped her trembling fingers around the hard muscular shaft of his penis, slowly pulling the thick and leathery skin back as far as it would go and exposing the gleaming red tip of his cock. But Brooks was not satisfied merely to kiss her lips and torment her nipples with his hotly hungering mouth; he dove even lower, thrusting a moist searing tongue into her belly button, and leaving a trail of excited nerve endings behind him as he worked his way methodically down over the flat plane of her stomach.
Milly had resigned herself to this, and more, she offered no resistance when she felt the man gently pulling her faintly trembling thighs further apart while his fingers slowly invaded the sensitive wet flesh up between her outstretched thighs. Sam had turned himself upside down by now, and she clung desperately to his long pole-like penis as it throbbed near her face, feeling his hot breath tickling the eagerly pulsating outer lips of her excited young pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed in ecstasy, feeling his tongue flick lightly into her moistly quivering vaginal opening, tickling the tiny pink bud of her clitoris which reacted to this provocation by throbbing in excitement. Using his fingers with the skill of a surgeon, Brooks carefully parted the pink, hair-lined lips of her pussy to reveal her warmly perfumed cuntal mouth.
Milly felt her entire shamelessly aroused body jerk as his tongue seared into her wet vaginal opening and she gave his hotly throbbing penis an extra little squeeze of delight as her naked young torso bucked and strained in lewd eagerness under the merciless tongue-fucking he was giving her.
"Oh, that's right..." she groaned, sensuously writhing now in pure pleasure. "Do it to me like that! Kiss my pussy!" She spoke without thinking about the couple in bed with them, but if Glenda and Pete heard her cries of passion, they gave no sign of it, too much involved in their own business to look after her. As she spoke, the over-stimulated girl jackknifed her legs up in the air to give Sam Brooks and his wetly fucking tongue complete access to her wildly aroused vagina.
"Oh, Sam . . . oh . . . oh, God ... so beautiful," she crooned through her lust-contorted throat.
A faint little voice in the back of her head told her that she was behaving like a whore and should be ashamed of herself, but since Glenda had come into her life, Milly was finding it easier everyday to ignore the voice of her conscience. As long as Daddy doesn't find out, she told herself happily, everything is just fine and, oh God! how good his tongue feels up there between my legs. Just so Daddy doesn't know!
Unfortunately, Daddy was finding out. Huddled behind the ventilation grate, Tom Stanton watched the salacious spectacle go from bad to worse, becoming more wicked and perverse by the minute. The tormented father was drunk out of his mind by this time, and he only managed to stand up by supporting himself on a chair he had brought with him into the concealed corridor. He had been a reasonably happy man for so long that the executive was simply incapable of handling this sudden tragedy which had befallen his family. As far as he could see, his neat tidy little world was falling to pieces around him! He had given in on so many things, surrendering his principles, and now this was happening right before his eyes! There was his daughter, his only daughter, lying in bed with three other people with her long naked legs waving high in the air while a man obscenely knelt between her widespread thighs and thrust his tongue into her willingly open vagina!
But it was worse than that, he recognized with a muffled sob. Despite his grief and despite his drunkenness, Stanton knew that his penis was standing rigidly on end. He was excited and it was not the sight of the voluptuously naked Glenda which was turning him on, it was Milly!
His own daughter!
Nothing in his past life had prepared him for this, and the corporation executive was stricken with the knowledge that he was worse than any of them. You are rotten at the core, he told himself. Corrupt! All these years of posing as Mr. Honest Tom Stanton, and you actually got to believe it yourself, didn't you! All right, Milly's a whore and there's not much you can do about that now. But even a whore is better than you are! A t least she's enjoying herself. But you! You're hiding behind a ventilation grate and watching her getting fucked and wanting to do it to her yourself, and what kind of a low-down pervert does that make you?
There were no answers, except for the one in the bottom of the bottle, and Stanton tilted the whiskey again to his lips. He would pass out soon, he told himself. And then it would be over.
The four of them were really getting whipped up now, and as Glenda thrashed around wildly on the bed with Pete, Milly felt miscellaneous arms and legs poking this way and that. Once she mistakenly planted a passionate kiss on her girl friend's elbow, thinking it was a portion of Sam's anatomy, and the bed rocked with hilarity as her mistake was made clear to her. But Sam Brooks was too serious about what he was doing to be distracted for long. Still burrowing energetically between her outstretched legs, his tongue lapped shamelessly over the tightly clenched opening to her anus, bringing a cry of unexpected pleasure to her lips. This was by far the most perverted thing she had ever let a man do to her, but tonight the rules seemed to have been suspended for the occasion.
Then, bathing his finger in the freely flowing cuntal lubricant, Sam probed even deeper, playing lewdly with the taut elastic circle of her anus while his mouth returned to the attack against her lust-stiffened little clitoris. With a sudden skillful gesture, he pushed forward with the tip of his outstretched middle finger, penetrating her rectum to the first knuckle. It hurt, but it was a strange kind of pain, somewhere half-way between real discomfort and sexual pleasure. She grunted as he worked his finger around inside of her, gradually widening the narrow opening, realizing that she was starting to like it.
The lust-stricken young brunette lay still, almost afraid to breathe for fear of spoiling the fantastic sensation which was rapidly taking possession of her shamelessly writhing body. Milly had never felt anything quite like this before and whole new worlds of sensuality seemed to be opening themselves up to her. Sam was going at her like a madman now, voraciously sucking her hotly throbbing pussy with a vengeance and rotating his marauding outstretched finger around in ever increasing circles in her tightly puckering rectum as she chanted and groaned rhythmically as he excited her to a mindless whimpering passion with every depraved technique he knew.
Milly felt wild, like an animal who has just been captured in the jungle and is being broken for the first time by its trainer. Nothing else in the world mattered quite so much as the delicious dual impalement Sam was inflicting upon her helpless young body as he tongue-fucked her to a sweet oblivion while his finger thrust in and out of her wildly tingling rectum. Suddenly she found herself mumbling all the obscene words which flowed into her head.
"Yes, oh fuck me like that! Use your finger! Deeper in my asshole! Aaaaaghhh. Lick me, suck my vagina . . . Oh . . . oh . . . OH!" she called to him, her voice strangely high and alien to her.
Sam did as he was told, knowing that his turn was coming soon enough and wanting to see just how excited he could get Tom Stanton's relatively innocent daughter. She was a hot little bitch, all right, he told himself with satisfaction. And she is going to get even hotter before she cools, if Sam Brooks has anything to say about it! And if it cost him a thousand tons of cement, then it was cheap at that price.
He flicked his wetly agile tongue even deeper into her frantically quivering cunt as he felt her belly begin to rise and fall, now completely out of control, her long tapered legs beginning to jerk spasmodically on either side of his head. She was teetering precariously on the brink of a powerful orgasm, and Sam knew just what he had to do to push her over the edge and send her sailing into space. Her heavy sensuous breasts were dancing wildly on her torso and her fingers wound madly into his hair.
"Don't stop! she entreated him, her voice now low and husky, almost unheard above the wildly thrashing noises the four naked bodies were making on the bed. "Don't stop now! I'm almost ..."
But she never got to finish the sentence. Her head suddenly stopped lashing back and forth on the pillow, and her whole body froze nakedly for a minute as a low gutteral scream came spilling out of her throat.
"AAAIIIEEEEE! I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMM-MM-MIING!"
Milly felt as though her body were being turned inside out and she seemed to be able to sense each individual organ in her body vibrating and convulsing separately as the orgasm streaked through her nervous system, dominating every muscle and tissue in her entire being. The wetly pungent juices from deep inside of her wildly pulsating cunt began to flow out of her in a hot inexorable flood, gushing into Brook's face and onto the mattress below them.
With one final heartfelt gasp, she collapsed back on the mattress, utterly and completely spent by her exertions. It had never been this good for her before, and she was overwhelmed by an enormous sense of gratitude. He could ask for anything he wanted now, she told herself. He had earned any kind of reward he cared to ask for!
While she lay panting on the bed, her eyes staring blindly at the ceiling and her breath gradually returning to normal, Sam Brooks disengaged and worked his way back up her body until his lips found hers and they indulged in a long probing kiss.
"Anything you want," she told him simply, whispering so that Glenda would not overhear this dangerous offer. "I'll do anything you want."
"I want you to go down on me," he informed her without a moment's hesitation. "I want to feel that soft warm mouth of yours around my cock. Do you understand?"
She understood. When she had made the extravagant offer of a few seconds before, it had not actually occurred to her that he would ask for anything quite so extreme, but she had promised and there was no backing out now.
She only hoped she could do it properly, not having ever tried to do this to a man before. The idea did not particularly attract her, especially the thought of his using her mouth as a receptacle for his hot sticky cum, but basically it seemed little enough to do for a man who had just made her very, very happy.
Nevertheless, she was surprised at her own courage as she inched her way down the bed, running her hands temptingly over the hard flat surface of his stomach. Next to them, Pete had gotten astride of Glenda and was riding her like a cowboy rides a bronco. There was no room to lay along side of Sam because of the presence of the other couple, so she crouched submissively between his outstretched legs, the thought of what she was about to do still rippling through her suddenly excited mind. Milly hardly knew how to begin, but Sam arched his loins up towards her, and she instinctively seized his long thick cock in her hands, drawing down the foreskin slowly and torturously in order to make him groan with pure animal pleasure.
She knew better than to take his hotly throbbing penis directly into her suddenly salivating mouth without a little foreplay, so she teased him by breathing softly on the sensitive surface of his lust-swollen cock-head. Then she placed both hands around his long thick shaft and began moving it back and forth across her wetly trembling lips in order to excite him a little more. Without volition, her tongue flicked out, swiping across the broad rubbery surface of his penis, causing his loins to buck upward at the sudden wetly heated contact. Milly found that the taste of his hotly, pulsing penis was strong and pungent, but not at all unpleasant, and she warmed to the task ahead of her. Ducking her head a little further, she gently enclosed the smooth quivering flesh of his cock inside the warm welcoming recesses of her mouth, finding that his instrument was already wet with tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping constantly from the scarlet glans.
The strong, lust-inciting odor of his male pre-ejaculate aroused her even more, and the subserviently kneeling girl placed her hands directly at the stout base of his mighty erected cock as she eased his massive shaft directly into the dark waiting cavern of her mouth, hearing him grunt with anguished pleasure as her tightly ovalled lips slid up and down over the delicate nerve endings of his rigid penis.
Tom Stanton propped himself up against the wall and peered drunkenly into the shadows of the bedroom, his eyes searching the darkness and trying to make some sense out of the obscene tangle of naked arms and legs in the room. Suddenly, he identified his daughter, the slender pale figure kneeling at the foot of the bed who seemed to be bent over the writhing body of his business associate, Sam Brooks. What was going on now? What new perversion had they thought up? If only the light were a little better . . .
Stanton barely managed to restrain a cry of anguish as he realized precisely what was going on before him. Milly was cock-sucking Sam Brooks! The young man's penis was thrust up inside that delicate tender mouth which he was treating precisely as if it were just another cunt to shoot his hot male sperm into! It was more than the anguished father could bear, and suddenly he felt the world whirling around him and his head spinning wildly. Desperately gripping the stool, he managed to lower himself down on the floor, knowing that he was going to lose consciousness and not wanting to make a noise when his fainting body hit the floor.
In the last seconds of awareness, Stanton realized that life could not go on like this. When he recovered, he would either kill himself, or do violence to someone else. Glenda was responsible ... he told himself as he passed out. Glenda is to blame . . . Everything is going to change!
* * *
"Hey, look at those two go at it, commented Glenda, languidly raising herself up on one elbow and surveying the lewd scene being enacted inches away from them on the bed as Milly Stanton hungrily sucked Sam's long thick cock, bobbing her head up and down over the wetly glistening shaft in an obscene act older than mankind. She and Pete had enjoyed themselves very thoroughly, but they had gotten a head start on the other couple and therefore finished first, although from the look of Pete's newly erected penis, it would not be long before they were ready to begin round two.
The young engineer rose up on his hands and knees, his cock eagerly jerking as he watched Sam Brooks fuck brutally into Milly's cruelly stretched young mouth. As the young brunette labored submissively over Sam Brooks, the smoothly rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks waved temptingly back and forth in the air and a depraved idea popped into the engineer's mind.
"Hey, we were talking about a daisy chain before," he proposed with a lecherous grin. "Wouldn't this be a good time to start?"
Sam Brooks looked up as if he didn't understand, then he grinned as the flames of lust began burning even more fiercely in his loins as he imagined seeing the sex-crazed young girl violated from both directions simultaneously.
"Go ahead," urged Glenda, wildly excited by the idea, and Sam Brooks nodded in agreement. No one thought of consulting Milly, who seemed to be half out of her mind with masochistic pleasure at being permitted to suck on this virilely pulsating penis. She was hunched on all fours over Brook's undulating loins, soft grateful hums of submissive pleasure issuing mindlessly from her throat. One glance told Pete and Glenda that Milly was no longer in a position to object to anything they decided to do to her now. All the morality her father had poured into her over the years had dropped away in a matter of weeks, leaving nothing but a solid core of hot implacable lust. This well-behaved, obedient daughter had turned into an enthusiastic whore overnight, and nothing was too lewd for her to do now.
And Pete could not hold himself back a moment longer! Encouraged by Glenda, he crept into position behind the wantonly sucking young brunette, putting his hands on the warm, softly swaying flesh of her hips. Kneeling up to bring his massively hardened cock into position, he angled into her, quivering with an ungovernable excitement as he used his hands to pull apart the smoothly rounded ass-cheeks and reveal her defenseless, wetly glistening cuntal slit. Her tight little pussy was still moist and well lubricated from Sam Brook's tongue-fucking and the powerful orgasm which had hit her only a few minutes before, so Pete dipped one finger lewdly into the girl's wetly clasping vagina, like a timed swimmer testing the water before taking the plunge.
Milly responded to this provocation with a deep throaty groan, but she never for a minute stopped sliding her tightly ovalled mouth up and down on the thick white cock, her firm white breasts dancing and swaying sensuously below her as she slaved over the businessman. She's hotter than a pistol, thought Pete happily, and the young engineer moved in close, guiding his long throbbing penis past the moistly warmed lips of her pussy and feeling her voluptuously kneeling body jerk suddenly as he slid neatly into the soft yielding cuntal opening up between her legs. Once the large meaty head of his cock had passed the tightly clasping lips of her cunt, he hesitated no longer, thrusting his hips forward with a powerful shove which rammed his massive shaft of hot male flesh all the way home into her torridly quivering little pussy.
A low gurgling sound came from between Milly's wetly ovalled lips as she found herself hopelessly impaled between the two men, unable to move and pummeled back and forth like a rag doll. Sam Brooks held her head in his hands like a vise as he buried his hotly pulsating cock deeper and deeper in her frantically sucking throat, and from behind her Pete's fingernails were digging fiercely into the delicate flesh of her buttocks as he pounded ruthlessly into her tight young pussy with long deep strokes that grazed her sensitive cervix and made her want to scream with joy.
Glenda never got bored with the sight of a man cumming, and now she eagerly leaned forward on her hands and knees, her cheek right next to Milly's hungrily sucking mouth, as Sam Brooks started to groan with the fury of his impending orgasm. Unconsciously the two men had adopted the same rhythm, screwing remorselessly in and out of the young brunette's mouth and cunt like two synchronized machines. Suddenly, Sam groaned like a man in pain, the powerful muscles in his neck standing out like cords, as the inexorable hot stream of semen erupted deep in his balls and came spraying endlessly out the tip of his cock to gush into the soft warm mouth of the kneeling girl.
Glenda watched in glee as she saw her girl friend's tightly compressed lips strain desperately around the thick, wildly ejaculating shaft of Sam's cock. Milly gulped frantically, trying not to loose a drop of the hot searing liquid which was pouring so copiously into her mouth, her cheeks billowing out as the warm sanctuary of her mouth filled to overflowing with his hot milky cum.
Despite the fact that he had emptied himself into Glenda's willing cunt only minutes before, Pete found himself once more trembling on the verge of an orgasm, and the sensation rushed over him too fast to be resisted. With his last rational thought he realized that Milly was cumming again, herself, and he decided to join the party. Closing his eyes, the young engineer felt his testicles explode like twin hand grenades and an enormous warmth seemed to be spreading over his body as he came with a steady stream of white hot cum into the girl's eagerly milking little cunt.
For a long minute, the three exhausted people lay in a pile, too tired even to disentangle from one another. Sam's deflated, totally satisfied penis remained where it had been, in Milly's soft warm mouth, thin white strings of cum drooling down over her quivering lips and chin. The young brunette opened her eyes to see her friend grinning down at her.
"Honey, you're learning fast," Glenda commented, lighting a cigarette and settling back against a pillow. "If only your Daddy could see you now!"
CHAPTER NINE
Wow, what an orgy, thought Glenda happily as she emerged from the bathroom, still naked, and walked bare-footed into her own bedroom. Those two loveable bastards must be made out of sperm! And that little Milly might be new at our kind of fun and games, but she's really making up for lost time. I never saw a girl turn on like that in my life.
At three o'clock in the morning, Glenda had called a halt to the proceedings, declaring that she needed her beauty sleep. Milly, taking advantage of the fact that her father was safely out of town, had decided to go out with the two men in search of an all-night restaurant. Now the house was empty and the blonde-haired young woman moved through the shadow, already anticipating the pleasures of crawling nakedly beneath the sheets and drifting off to sleep.
But suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. There was a man in her bed!
"Surprised?" inquired Tom Stanton dryly, reaching out and switching on the lamp on the night stand.
"Oh Tom," she babbled, for the first time in her life really caught off guard, and feeling her heart beginning to hammer in apprehension, "My goodness, how you scared me! What are you doing here?"
"This is my house, remember?" he snarled, getting off the bed and walking toward her. In an instant the girl could see that something was terribly wrong. Tom reeked of alcohol, but there was nothing drunken in the way he walked and spoke. In fact, she had never seen him looking so cold and serious. And what was he doing here? The door had been locked from the inside ever since Pete and Sam had come in; if he was here now, it could only mean that he had been here all along.
"Tom ..." she quavered nervously, seeing his eyes flash with anger. "How ... I mean, what brought you back so early? You seem different, Tom ..."
"Everything is different," he informed her mysteriously. "You want to know what I've been doing tonight? I'll tell you, baby, Tom has been growing up! It took a long time, but I'm finally ready to play with the big boys!"
Glenda's eyes widened as she saw him slowly removing the belt from around his waist.
"Tom . . . you've been drinking . . . what are you going to do with that belt?"
"There seems to be a question about who's in charge around here," he snapped at her viciously. "A little bit earlier this evening, you proclaimed that there were two things you'd never let a man do to you, remember?"
A sickening feeling swept over the terrified blonde as she remembered what she had said boastfully to Milly. So he had been there all along! He knew everything!
"Please ..." she whimpered, backing away from him slowly as he advanced on her menacingly, her hands outstretched in a futile attempt to protect her nakedly vulnerable body.
"Well, I'm going to do both of them, baby. I'm going to whip the shit out of you and then I'm going to fuck you in the asshole!" he informed her brutally. "Because the whole world is about to change for you and me!"
Glenda started to plead for mercy, somehow believing she could use her charms to wrap him around her little finger again, but the belt flashed unexpectedly through the air, catching her neatly along the side of one tender white flank and forcing a scream of agony to her lips.
"Tom! Don't! Oh . . . God! Don't Tom!"
"On your knees, bitch!" he hissed at her. "You're going to learn a little respect for your elders."
For a moment, the frightened young blonde considered defying him, but when he raised his arm again to strike, she dropped hurriedly to her knees as he had commanded, her heavy voluptuous breasts quivering in fear as she knelt slavishly before him.
But he hit her with the leather belt anyway, forcing her down to her hands and knees and calling her every foul, filthy name he could think of as she crawled around blindly on the floor, desperately trying to escape the painful sting of his belt.
"No please, please, Tom, stop! I'll do anything you ask. Please, I'll be your slave. Don't hit me any more!" she groaned in agony.
"Get up on the bed," he snarled finally, and the petrified young girl crawled painfully onto the mattress, her warm white skin now marred by long red welts. She lay trembling on her stomach, every ounce of resistance gone out of her, waiting for his next command. Behind her, she heard his pants fall to the floor as he stripped and she felt a harsh pressure on her knees as he pushed her legs roughly apart.
"Spread 'em!" he ordered cruelly, hovering over her with the belt still clenched in his hand.
"Please, Tom ..." she murmured in agony, but he cut her off sharply, his fingers snaking quickly into her long blonde hair.
"Spread 'em, you fucking bitch, or I'll whip you till your skin falls off. You know what I want!"
She knew. Trembling with fear, the teenaged blonde reached down with both hands, her body tensed and rigid for fear the belt would fall again, and her quaking fingers slowly spread the bruised half moons of her fearfully cringing buttocks apart, exposing her tightly puckered anus to his burning eyes. Glenda groaned piteously with the intense humiliation she was feeling; no man had ever treated her this way before, always in the past she had been one to give orders. But in the mood of this moment, she knew better than to defy Tom. He had suddenly changed into a brutal tyrant! Oh God, there was no telling what he could do to her.
Dipping the tip of his outstretched middle finger into the warm moistness of her cunt, the enraged man moved quickly to the attack, stroking the damp crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks while he muttered profanity after profanity under his breath. Glenda held still, too terrified to speak, feeling his finger caress the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her fearfully cowering rectum. She tightened her muscles in a desperate last minute attempt to hold him out, but the older man was too quick and too strong for her. With a sudden stabbing motion, he plunged his thick middle finger inside of her tautly tensed anus up to the first knuckle.
"Agggghhhh!!!" she sobbed in agony. "God, Tom! Don't!"
"Does it hurt?" he inquired cruelly. "This'll give you something to think about the next time you start to play around with other people's lives."
Glenda's nakedly kneeling body jerked spasmodically as he rammed his finger even farther into her and began working it around in a tiny circle, expanding the entrance until it was large enough to admit a second finger. She groaned again and again, weeping loudly now, as he thrust his fingers in and out of her painfully stretched rectum, sucking in her breath frantically and fearing she would faint if he pushed them much deeper into her backside. Oh God! It was hard to believe that this horrible thing was really happening to her! Glenda prided herself on always being in charge as far as men were concerned. It had always been she to decide what they would do and how; but Tom Stanton was changing all that, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that he was changing it permanently. After this humiliating, degrading experience, she would never be able to control him again. Either she would have to leave, or admit that he was the boss and could do anything he pleased with her.
"Oh please don't!" she pleaded loudly and near panic as she felt him position himself between her widespread legs. "It hurts, Tom! Oh ... God! Please, don't!"
"It's just a little too tight," he grunted, ignoring her request. "Gotta stretch it out a little ..."
There was no hope, the man was completely beside himself with rage, and this was the revenge he had chosen for himself; there was no escape! In her agony, the subserviently kneeling young blonde felt his hands opening her frantically trembling buttocks despite her desperate struggles to hold them together. Then he forced her legs even farther apart with his knees, and she actually felt the heat radiating from his penis even though it hadn't touched her yet.
Feeling his massively hardened cock growing even more rigid from the perverse excitement of what he was about to do, Tom stared down at the trembling young blonde spread-eagled and helpless, her hands uselessly clenching the edges of the bed as he began probing remorselessly into the moistly heated crevice between her buttocks. Using his thumbs to position himself properly, the savagely aroused man placed the broad meaty tip of his cock directly against the soft rubbery circle of her tight little anus, pushing experimentally.
"Nooooohhhhh!" she sobbed, realizing that there was no one in the house who could come to her rescue. "Pleeeeesssee, Tom!" But her moanings were interrupted by her scream of pain and a sharp obscene popping sound as the tightly resisting nether ring of her anus yielded before the overwhelming force of his long hard cock which slid all the way inside of her futilely clenched rectum with a body-jolting crash.
The painfully impaled teenager screamed again and again, but he ignored her, and finally she lay as still as possible, trying to minimize the overpowering pain coming from her hideously stretched anus. The blunt invasion of his thick murderous cock was vibrating through every delicate fiber of her body, causing her legs to jerk convulsively as he began hammering his way even further into her vainly resisting rectum. Her eyes wide open in horror, the girl grunted submissively, trying to calm his anger, but nothing seemed to work with him. He wanted to bring her down to the lowest level of humanity, degrading her to the point where she could never again stand up to him. He was breaking her the way a rider breaks a horse, cruelly and deliberately. And suddenly, as she relaxed, she began sobbing loudly . . . she was broken to his will. . . and she would forever know it.
Tom Stanton sensed that the last ounce of resistance had already flowed out of the weeping young blonde, and he began fucking into her tightly stretched anus with renewed energy, the night of hard drinking now behind him and forgotten. The sun was about ready to come up, and the thought that it would soon be day again filled him with a sense of conquest. The voluptuously kneeling teenaged girl was grunting in submission now, and he guessed that her backside had finally adjusted itself to the presence of his massive throbbing member in her rectum, and she was now working to make him cum.
Glenda's hips were moving in tiny rotating circles as she undulated her submissively kneeling body back and forth against his thick impaling shaft. Her spirit was definitely broken now, he realized, and she was his to batter and abuse as he liked. His bloodshot eyes glittered with triumph as he watched the pink fragile lips of her anus cling to his thickly rampaging cock on the back stroke, only to disappear back inside of her tightly puckering rectum again on the forestroke. Now, at last, she was playing his game, for it was obvious that Glenda was beginning to accept and even enjoy this cruel sodomizing.
Gasping for breath with her lips curled back over her teeth, the girl was bucking furiously back into the man who was assaulting her forever stretched anus from behind, her long blonde hair whipping wildly back and forth on the bed as her naked young body thrashed around recklessly. Tom Stanton sensed this sudden change of temperament and decided to capitalize upon it, ramming his wildly pulsating penis rapidly into her frantically puckering anus with all the strength in his body. His fingers dug into the smooth naked flesh of her hips and thighs as he pulled her close, to him, sadistically wanting to hurt her as much as he could.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!" she groaned piteously, feeling his thick impaling rod begin to grow and swell again far up inside of her belly, as if he were in the process of having a second and even more massive erection on top of the first.
"Oh cum . . . cum, darling," she pleaded with him, knowing she was beaten and only wanting to end it. A sense of wild masochistic pleasure was sweeping like a tornado over her, and she wanted to feel him pour the hot fiery jets of cum into her rectum, defiling her as she had never been defiled before. Her smoothly pumping buttocks waved maddeningly back and forth in front of him, and Tom Stanton felt the sperm rise up like the flood tide inside of his wildly aroused body and gush into the warm buttery depths of her softly throbbing anal passage, filling her to the bursting point with the heated wetness of his cum. And then, miraculously, the kneeling teenaged blonde was cumming too, screaming out her rapture as she fell forward, burying her face in the bedspread.
With a groan which seemed to come from the soles of his feet, Stanton collapsed on top of her, her firmly rounded buttocks cushioning his pelvis and his slowly deflating cock still deeply buried in the dark forbidden sanctuary of her rectum.
This is the bottom, he told himself soberly. Now I've gone as low as any man can go. There's only one way to go from here and that's up. And this time, I'll play the game by other rules.
CHAPTER TEN
"Here comes Mr. Stanton," said Wanda under her breath, nudging her co-worker George into activity. George reacted as if a fire had been lit underneath him, running his broom energetically over the floor next to the executive elevator.
"Good Morning, Mr. Stanton," the two of them chorused loudly as the new president of Matthews Building Materials Incorporated stepped onto the elevator. The busy, silver-haired executive nodded curtly to his two employees, making a mental note to have the two of them replaced with younger people as soon as he got the chance. Wanda and George spent entirely too much time leaning on their brooms and gossiping, he decided, and firing a couple of old timers would put the terror into the rest of the staff, and increase production all around the office. Also, George and Wanda both knew him from his days as Mister Nice Guy, and the sooner that reputation was laid to rest, the happier he would be.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" demanded George sarcastically, reverting immediately to his normal position of leaning tiredly on his broom. "Aren't you going to tell me what a wonderful man our Mister Stanton is?"
"It's funny," Wanda commented philosophically as she emptied an ashtray. "He used to be such a kindly person. After Mr. Matthews left..."
"You mean after Stanton torpedoed Matthews," contradicted the maintenance man curtly. "Who do you think tipped the Internal Revenue off to the fact that Bart Matthews was cheating on his income tax?"
"Well, I don't see why it had to have been Mr. Stanton ..."
"No? Well, who stepped into his job the moment they carted Matthews off to jail? Wise up, Wanda, your fair-haired boy has gotten to be a real tough son of a bitch in his old age."
"You've got to admit he's been good for the company," insisted the cleaning lady stubbornly, sticking up for her hero. "From what I hear, sales have never been so good!"
"Yeah, all it cost old Stanton was his daughter. After his kid married Sam Brooks, we started getting all their business, and I hear some funny stories about that wedding. Seems there was a shotgun or two involved!"
"George! How can you say such a thing about such a nice young lady. I admit there have been some stories, but you know how people talk."
"And that new secretary, Glenda whats-her-name! The blonde with the tits out to here? What do you think she does to earn her salary? From what I hear, your noble Mister Stanton has a long conference with her after every lunch."
"I'd just like to know why he doesn't say hello to us anymore," wondered Wanda sadly, a tear running down her withered old cheek. "We used to be real good friends, Mr. Stanton and me."
Tom Stanton arrived at his office and paused for a moment, looking at the title on the door as if he was still not totally convinced that it was true. So much had happened in a year! Bart had gone to jail; Milly had married Sam Brooks, and Glenda had come to work for him as his executive secretary. It was hard to believe, and yet it had been he who had arranged every bit of it. He pushed on the door and went in. Glenda was sitting at her desk doing her nails.
"Don't you ever do any work?" he asked her acidly.
"I'm sorry, Tom," she apologized quickly, putting the nail file out of sight and starting to peck at a letter. "It's just that you wanted me to take that Mr. Burrows to dinner tonight, and I wanted to look my best."
"Shit, I'd forgotten about Burrows," the executive snapped in irritation. "I had another date lined up for you tonight with someone who could really throw some business our way. Burrows is small fish."
"Do you want me to cancel out?" asked the blonde girl submissively, completely obedient to her master's orders.
"Hell, no, we need the little fish as well as the big ones, but don't waste too much time with him. Feed him a couple of drinks at dinner and let him take you back to his hotel room if he feels horny, but just make sure he's in the mood to sign contracts tomorrow morning. And then get your ass back to the house, you hear? I may be needing a little something myself."
"But what will you do about this other customer? Shall I call someone?"
"Yeah, call Milly," decided Stanton briskly. "It's about time she did something to earn her keep."
"Tom, darling, I don't want to interfere, but Milly's married now ... I mean, do you think it's fair to Sam to ... "
"I didn't ask Milly to use her pussy to sell my products," snarled Stanton angrily. "It was her idea, or yours, if I remember correctly. And the owner of fifty-one percent of Sam Brooks Incorporated is none other than old Tom Stanton, so if her fucking bird-brain husband knows what's good for him, he'll do as he's told or he'll be walking the streets."
Glenda nodded obediently and made a note on her pad to call Milly and inform her that she had a job to do tonight for the Matthews Building Materials Corporation. It never occurred to her to say "no" and it would not occur to Milly either. Nobody said "no" to Tom Stanton these days.
Stanton closed the door behind him and stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window of his luxurious office over the city. He had beat them all now, he reminded himself. Sam Brooks, Matthews, Glenda, and even Milly. He was the lord and master of all he surveyed, a wealthy, powerful man.
