Jeff Bradley had arranged the overdue bills in three neat piles, as if this ceremony would somehow render them paid in full. The first pile was current debts, little ten and twenty dollar bills that he could take care of in a few paychecks. The second was more ominous: third-notices, even one that had gone to a collection agency, and a couple of gasoline credit card bills that were merely gathering interest and even now were half again as large as originally. The third pile was the worst of all; it consisted of seriously-worded dunning letters from the mortgage holder of their suburban California home and some equally somber form letters from the home improvement company that added the garage and workshop last fall when things looked better financially. Their automobile payment book was somewhere else, in as well.
He shook his head in bewilderment. The ritual of neatly arranging them had failed to work. They were still unpaid, and becoming more of a millstone every day. It was not that he was out of work; in fact, he was even in line for a promotion, but the stock market downhill run had not been tonic for a young broker just starting out. Even in the best of times, the first months were always difficult ones, but this unexpected turn of the market had driven out practically all his customers, and he was barely bringing home enough to feed his wife and two year old son and try to hold the creditors at bay.
The mortgage company was, of course, the one that worried him the most, for he could always ride the BART into San Francisco if they had to sell their car at a panic price to keep from having it repossessed. But having to part with their treasured first-home seemed more than Jeff and Liz Bradley could weather. They had saved for three years just to make the down payment on this split-level house, but that had been when both of them were working, before little Jonathan was born, and even if Liz returned to work now, they would have to pay for a babysitter or a nursery school.
He had worked out the figures often enough; even with the new tax credits worked into the computations, it was still hardly worth the effort, what with two of them eating out every day and paying for transportation into the city, dry cleaning bills doubled and more expensive dresses for Liz to wear as a secretary. At least, by staying home, she could stick to jeans and sweaters that were all cheap and washable.
He shook his head again and stared down at the pile of letters and bills, but they would not go away. They were there every night when he returned from the office, and they followed him out the door after breakfast every morning.
"Still hoping for a miracle, Jeff?" It was his wife, dressed for bed. He had been so engrossed in his computations that he had not heard her enter the den.
"Sorry, honey, I guess I should have come to bed hours ago. But you know . . . maybe I am hoping for a miracle."
"How bad is it? I noticed there was a certified letter from the home improvement people this morning."
"Yeah, it was a real threat this time," he admitted sadly. "They're giving us thirty days more to bring the account up to date or else."
Liz ran her hands through her long blonde hair and shook her head worriedly. "Or else what?"
"They'll start court action . . . it'll mean losing our house if we can't meet their terms."
"But, Jeff, surely we can work something out. I mean, you are making some money now. Other people manage on less than we have."
Jeff looked up at her, his eyes flickering with bruised pride. "If you think you can do a better job of managing this household, I'll turn it all over to you. We just got in over our heads with too many payments, that's all. And there's only one way out ... pay up somehow. Or lose everything in bankruptcy."
"Bankruptcy! That sounds so sinister, like something gangsters do. Or washed-up Hollywood actors. Wouldn't it be awful, what with courts and newspapers and all?"
Jeff managed a thin smile. "Yes, honey, it would be a real mess, that's for sure. But I doubt it would make the news . . . the financial collapse of Jeff and Liz Bradley is hardly front-page material. People do it every day by the hundreds. It wouldn't be the end of the world, I suppose."
Liz was silent for a few seconds, fiddling with her nightgown's hem. "Honey . . . " She paused and Jeff was already certain what was coming. "... we could always ask your father, you know."
This time he did not even get angry, as he had a dozen times before when the subject had been brought up; he just glared at his slender, attractive blonde wife and spoke calmly and deliberately. "Absolutely not, Liz, you know it's out of the question. I would rather lose everything, the house, my job, everything, than go begging to him. No, and that's final."
"Do you hate him that much?"
A wrinkle of concern passed over his boyish, handsome face. "No, honey, I guess I have given up hating Will Bradley. But I would hate myself far worse than I ever hated him if I had to crawl to old "General Bullmoose" for money."
"But, Jeff, you don't have to crawl. You just go to his office and discuss this whole mess man-to-man, that's all. You needn't be subservient just because he's so filthy rich."
"You don't understand. It wouldn't be business, it would be charity. If I had a financial proposition, maybe, just maybe, I could bring myself to solicit his investment, but this is just a handout."
"But we'd pay him back!"
"Sure, but there's nothing in it for him. We couldn't even put up any collateral. It would all come down to charity, and I won't ask my father for that. Never!"
Liz knew from the tone of her husband's voice that she had pushed this argument as far as she dared. She and Jeff were both pretty modern about running their small family - decisions were usually shared and problems were thrashed out in the open with both of them pulling their weight. But there were some sacred cows left, and this business with Jeff's father was one of them.
Liz smiled at her husband as he sat at his desk and patted him affectionately on the back of his neck, her fingers sifting his modishly long brown hair. "Okay, darling, we'll let it drop. I'm sorry I brought it up again."
She left the panelled den and crossed the dining room to the hall and switched on the bathroom light as she went in. Her mind was occupied as she began to brush her teeth and get ready for bed, but not with the prospects of lovemaking as it might have been a year ago. Not since Jeff made the decision to leave his management training position with the insurance firm that hired him straight out of college had their marital life really extended to the big queen-sized bed they shared nightly. Only infrequently did they make love at all, and Liz could not help feeling on those increasingly rare occasions that she was taking her husband's mind and energies away from the problems of his work and their finances.
And it was not that he enjoyed the break; in fact, he seemed to want to punish himself with incessant concern and anxiety, and Liz often felt that he seriously resented even their lovemaking as an intrusion into his private anguish. She never prodded him any longer as she once mischievously did so often, sometimes teasing him into lovemaking straight from the dinner table, flitting about the room in see-thru nighties and baby-doll pajamas. But that was when they both were in love with life, romantically involved with everything and with each other. These days, she wondered if they were even in love.
Liz conscientiously turned off the bathroom light, evermindful now of even one extra penny that might be added to their badly-foundering finances. And again, the same nightly thoughts filled her head.
Why does he have to be so stubborn about going to his father for help, she asked herself as she pulled back the thin covers and crawled into bed. All of that mess with his mother happened so long ago and he was hardly more than a schoolboy. How can he be so certain it was all Will's fault? He's never even listened to his father's side of the story, not even once! Lydia Bradley was no peach, according to the rumors I've heard, yet Jeff insists on defending her like she was Motherhood in the flesh.
It just doesn't make any sense, no sense at all. Jeff certainly knows that a divorce is always messy for everybody involved, and his parents' was apparently no worse than a lot of others. Maybe Will deserves more of the blame for becoming involved with another woman, but that's the way life is sometimes. He can't be blamed for Lydia's exodus to Los Angeles and all those stories about her popping eight kinds of pills and running around with slick-haired young men in pointed shoes.
She shuddered as she thought about losing her home, the first real house she had ever known, having come from a three-room flat in the crumbling Uptown section of Chicago. Her parents were still there, eking out a bare existence on her father's inadequate disability pension, just as they had done for more years than Liz could remember. She had been born and raised in that crime-ridden ghetto, and this house was more than just wood and brick and glass to her - it was a symbol of escape. Escape from poverty and privation, from street-corner toughs and urban pollution. And it was the first step of her life-long plan to bring her parents out of there as well.
But now they not only lacked the money to help her folks, they stood in jeopardy of losing their own home as well.
Why won't he just talk to old Mr. Bradley? He hates for me to have anything to do with Will's second wife, and Maria surely can't be blamed for Jeff's parents' divorce. Everybody knows he divorced Lydia before he asked Maria to marry him, so what if she was his secretary!
It could all be so simple, she thought as she lay there alone in the darkness. It's not charity, no matter what Jeff says. He's got a good job and we'll pay the money back soon enough. We just got foolishly over our heads with a lot of payments we can't get out from under now, that's all. Businesses do it all the time, only they call it floating a bond issue or something. Jeff calls it charity when it happens to us. Oh, darn him, why won't he be reasonable . . . why!?
"Honey, are you still awake?" She turned to see her husband outlined in the doorway; he was wearing just his undershorts and for a fleeting instant, before she dismissed it as hopeless, she hoped that he just might have had something more amorous than bank statements and bills on his mind.
"I've made a decision, sweetie, and I'd like to talk it over with you." His voice was court-room serious, and Liz knew it could only mean one thing, the moment she had dreaded for months.
"All right, Jeff. But if you've made the decision, I don't suppose there's much to discuss, is there?" she asked coldly.
"It's the only way, Liz, the only way. I didn't tell you, but I talked to a client of the firm's who is in the real estate business. He knows this house or at least the neighborhood, and he's certain he could swing a sale in only a few days, what with new people coming in from the east all the time. I know it's not what we want to do, but we should come out with a few bucks even with the pay-off on the mortgage, and we could get ourselves a nice apartment until we saved up enough for another place. I think we'd manage enough out of the deal to pay most of our pressing bills, the car at least. And, of course, the sale would take care of the second mortgage for the improvements as well. Okay, what do you say?"
She was quiet for a long moment. "You know what I think, Jeff," she sniffed unhappily.
"Sure, Liz, but it's this or lose the place anyway. This way at least our credit rating will stay intact. If we keep fooling ourselves, we'll wind up in court and lose everything anyway, plus a big judgement for costs. I'm telling you, honey, it's the only solution."
"For you, maybe. You never loved this place the way I have." her voice was icily distant.
"Liz, that's a helluva rotten thing to say," he answered gruffly. "You still hold it against me because I happened to be born in a big fancy house with all the trimmings and you drew a slum apartment. I can't help any of that, and it's pretty damn nasty of you to imply that I want to lose our house. I love this place too, you know!"
"Yeah, well why weren't you thinking of that when you signed for all that remodeling we didn't need?"
"Oh, touche, touche, darling, but now it's my turn. Remember the cute little Toyota I wanted to buy? Who was it that talked me into that gas-guzzling Detroit iron out in the garage?"
Liz was crying openly now, her head turned away from her husband. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean any of that. I - I just don't know what's happened to both of us lately. We never used to argue at all, and now we fight like a couple of drunks all the time. Please don't be mad at me, I know it's not your fault. You're doing a really good job with your stock sales and all, and I shouldn't nag you at a time like this."
Jeff sat down beside her on the bed, his hand reaching for her shoulder. "No, it's me who should be apologizing, honey, I know how much this place has meant to you, almost religiously, and I guess I shouldn't have been so hard-nosed about telling you the facts. But I'm afraid what I said is the truth, darling. We've got to sell out before it's too late. I - I'm sorry, really I am."
"I know you're right, Jeff. You're always right . . . but let's not talk about it tonight. Please." Her voice was cracking and she sounded on the verge of tears again.
"All right, honey, but the morning won't change anything. I'll still have to ... "
"Please, Jeff. . . please?" It was a plea and nothing more, but as the young blonde wife rolled over to face him in the dim glow of the hall nightlight, he could see what it was she wanted - needed really - to ease the pain. If he had told the truth, it was for him the farthest thing from his mind, but he could not bear to add that refusal to her unhappiness at losing their house. He slipped quickly out of his undershorts and crawled onto the mattress beside her.
"Jeff... make love to me, p - please ... make me forget, darling!" she whispered huskily.
Her arms encircled him as he moved close to her on the bed. "Oh, darling, say you love me," she breathed in his ear. "Tell me everything will be all right."
Her tall, well-built husband squeezed tightly against her and kissed her affectionately on the lips. She answered with an unmistakable movement of her hips that ground her nearly naked loins against the firmness of his belly. His hand snaked down between her high firm breasts and slipped beneath the elastic of her panties and he could feel the softness of her silken pussy hairs, the heat of her taut little belly. In a couple of seconds, he had tugged them over her sensuously flaring hips and down her firm young thighs, working them down a little at a time along her legs. She shuddered and gasped in breathless excitement as his fingers probed her moist cuntal flesh up between her thighs; her whole body squirmed in passionate arousal as he caressed the hot, hair-lined fissure of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so good, darling ... so good!" Liz murmured as her thighs parted to allow his loving fingers greater access to her hungrily undulating loins. "Oh, hurry, Jeff... put it in me, pleeaassee! I need it, honey! Stick your penis in me . . . now!"
She felt her husband's weight on her for a moment as he crawled above her and then shifted his hundred-and-seventy pounds to his elbows and knees. Her thighs parted further, opening eagerly as she encircled his naked buttocks with her legs and pulled him tightly against her squirming loins. She moaned passionately at the feel of his pulsating hardness surging up between her legs, his desire-stiffened rigidity easing closer to her wetly quivering vagina . . . another few inches and he would be in her, his maleness so thick and throbbing and filled with the essence of virility that could melt away her anguish and fear as nothing else could ... his deeply skewering thrusts would bring her the blissful sanctuary of sexual fulfillment! And then she could forget their financial woes . . . temporarily . . .
The ringing sound intruded on their reverie like a termite would violate the wholeness of a fine piece of wood, slowly, relentlessly, until its presence could no longer be denied or ignored. "I'm sorry, honey, but I can't just let it ring ... it might be an important client and we can't let money pass us by." Already Jeff was lifting his muscled firmness from her yielding, eager flesh and she wanted to cry out, No! No! Let that damn phone ring! I need you more! But she knew her husband was right as he usually was. She lay there quietly after he was gone, unconsciously grinding her naked thighs against each other in a slowly insinuating motion that offered her scant release. They had been so close, so close to making love. She felt like a dying woman who had been cruelly fooled by a quack doctor and now her desperation knew no bounds.
The naked young wife opened her eyes, fearful of the introspective terrors of closing them, but she found the laughing cruelness of fate a greater horror. She knew she had hungered for sex as a brief escape from the tormenting finality tomorrow would bring . . . their house - her house! - would be torn out from under them and sold to some strangers, people who would not love this place as she did but who would treat it as just another possession, a place to sleep and eat and make love.
And Liz Bradley knew in her heart that no other house, even one miraculously copied from this one brick by brick, could be the same. This was the house she had dreamed of when she was nothing more than a child in Chicago, the one she had hoped for during the sparse years of Jeff's education and the only home her precious little Jonathan had ever known. And now it would be taken from them, just like the cheap furniture her father used to buy only to see it hauled away a few months later when the payments proved impossible to meet on his meager check.
She climbed out of bed to escape the taunting loneliness of the empty bed and poured herself a glass of scotch from the bottle on the kitchen counter. The house was empty and quiet, with Jonathan asleep and the appliances shut down for another day. What if it were the last day, she asked herself and then dismissed it with a grimace of pain. No, they'd never get her out that soon, she vowed, even if the realtor found a buyer with the cash in his hand. This was her home and she'd fight for these last few days. Unless . . .
No, I must be out of my ever-lovin' mind to even think such a thing! It might be rough around here now, but Jeff would walk out on me in a minute if he ever found out. And what if it did work? There'd be no way to do it without his finding out I was responsible, would there?
Or would there? What if I just said nothing, but went ahead on my own? Maybe Bradley would keep his mouth shut, maybe he would . . . Oh, darn, it's just useless working myself up with such foolishness! I'd see Jeff only at divorce court if he caught me!
She noticed, finally, that there was no sound of a phone conversation filtering down the hall from the den. Liz took a couple of steps in that direction, then halted . . . No, Jeff might think I was trying to pry.
She walked back toward the bedroom and stopped again, listening with the sensitive ears of a young mother attuned to noises in the night. There was not a sound in the whole house. Curious, she tip-toed closer to the den doorway. She could always sneak away if Jeff was still on the phone; she did not want to intrude on his business dealings for that was none of her concern. She halted outside the door and waited for some sound but still there was nothing. Peering around the door frame, she saw her husband, still naked from their interrupted lovemaking, seated at his desk. In his hands were the figures from their overdue payments, and he slowly shook his head from side to side as if he were seeing them for the first time. Or perhaps the last.
Liz was stricken with the overwhelming urge to rush into the room and throw her arms around him and smother him in kisses, but she walked away instead and crawled - alone again - back into bed. The glass of liquor had calmed her enough to close her eyes and hope for the escape of sleep, but when sleep came at last, it was fitful and disturbed, for tomorrow, she knew now, she would go against her husband's wishes for the first time in their marriage. She would see Will Bradley herself, whatever the cost.
And as she slept, she dreamed of cold-water flats and coal dust, bellies tightened with hunger, and days filled with despair.
Chapter Two
From Will Bradley's living room windows, he could see all of the expensive, custom-built homes that dotted man-made Sutter Island, each and every one of them built on land carved out of a bayside dumping ground that he himself had turned into an expensive security-conscious enclave that boasted some of the biggest-moneyed names in Northern California. It was a stroke of genius, he chuckled to himself, coming up with the notion of making this God-forsaken stretch of swamp into a private island. All it took, once the idea had time to jell, was a few bulldozers and landscape architects. Plus a couple or three million dollars and some friends in Sacramento, the capital, naturally.
The idea had not really been his originally, he had to admit, though not often. It had been done on a lesser scale down near Los Angeles, but nobody but Will Bradley would have had the nerve - or the balls - to try it here. A couple of miles away were the twinkling lights of a predominantly black suburban sprawl that seemed, to Will Bradley, to inch closer every night under the cover of darkness. He knew their sort, block-busting no-goods who would do anything to slip closer to the strictly-exclusive Sutter Island community, but he had fooled them good this time, he smiled to himself as he gazed out across the moon-lit bay, glittering with phosphorence. What a stroke of brilliance, he mused.
An island! All of it nothing more than reclaimed swamp, but now an oasis for the rich and very rich, and those few yards of brackish water might as well be the English Channel. They'd never edge their way into Sutter Island, not as long as he was alive to fight them off, not them or a dozen other sorts like them . . . blacks, hippies, Chicanos, they were all the same to Will Bradley. And now at Sutter Island - his island! - he had made his last stand, only unlike Custer, he would win his battle. Turning his head a little to the left as he sipped his expensive French brandy, he could see the late-nighters making their way back to the Island, their car headlights brightly gleaming as they wheeled their expensive cars along the tree-lined parkway that led to the guarded single bridge that connected Sutter Island with the shore. What a wild, crazy idea that one had been!
They had all laughed at him when he gave away the best part of the shore property for use by the county as a park, crazy Will Bradley, they had said, throwing away a fortune's worth of real estate and hanging on to a swamp and some mud. But he'd shown them all, everyone of them, and those smart aleck San Francisco boys were all scratching their heads and wondering why they had been so dumb!
It was as simple as a child's game: donate the shore land that connected with the highway a mile-and-a-half inland to the county administrators free and clear. But with one little stipulation . . . that access, unrestricted and without cost, be granted in perpetuity to the residents of Sutter Island, then just a hunk of mud and a gleam in Will bradley's shrewdly-calculating eyes.
Will had made and lost a couple of small fortunes before the idea of capitalizing on the public's growing fears of burglaries and street crime came to him one night as he watched television. He had just dozed through a local TV special on street muggings, replete with tearful victims and remorseless punk hoodlums and their phony social worker protectors, when, just as he got up to switch to something more interesting, he heard a woman say, her voice choked with emotion ... "... if it gets much worse, my husband and I are thinking of moving to some island. At least the drug-addicts and thieves can't get to us there!"
The sureness of it dawned slowly on Will Bradley that very evening, though the woman's anguished words had sparked the idea. It was later that he heard of similar island enclaves down south, but for that night, the idea was his and his alone - a totally secure island, professionally landscaped for optimum visual appeal, with its own private dock for the yachtsmen, and with building sites sold for gold-plated prices prices with the written-in assurance of twenty-four-hour security. Only the landowners and their guests would be passed across the narrow guarded bridge, and closed circuit television would enable the island's residents to screen any callers from an unused channel on their own television.
A little over two years later, Will Bradley could look out from his immense cathedral-ceilinged living room, complete with a natural rock fireplace big enough to roast a buffalo, and pat himself deservedly on the back. Not bad for a man of fifty-two, he gloated in his private thoughts. An island he could boast was more his than nature's, a house worth more than a quarter of a million, every nail and board paid for with kickbacks from the contractors he recommended to land purchasers at Sutter Island. And Maria, of course.
Maria Bradley had servants to wash the dishes, even to cook the food they ate if she wanted, but she preferred to keep the kitchen her own little island within an island. Will never came near the huge stainless steel and butchers' block efficiency of their designer-built kitchen, so it became her favorite room of the twelve or so that comprised her husband's monument to himself. At least that was what this incredibly expensive mausoleum had become to her. A tomb full of memories, Will's memories, a millionaire's dream house, as the magazines described it. But a nightmare to her.
William Morehead Bradley had been the perfect boss for young Maria Romero, for he was an exciting dynamo of a man who never seemed to stop working. Every day with him was like a scene from the movies - board meetings with millionaires, helicopter rides just to look at a piece of property he might or might not buy, late-night dictation sessions and expensive catered dinners while they worked. It was all glamor and glitter, the high-tension electric world of real estate development on an international scale. A world peopled with bank presidents and yacht captains, chauffeurs and millionaire speculators. And when Will Bradley's wife left him for the warmer climes of Southern California, a very young and foolish girl named Maria had gone after him so boldly and naively that it embarrassed her today to even remember.
Maria was a native born American, a San Franciscan from birth, though her parents were immigrants from Mexico and could barely speak the language of their adopted land. Her childhood was not one of poverty, though, for Carlos Romero was possessed of a natural gift of gab, a born hustler who would never be a real success in life but would always have a buck or a peso in his wrinkled pants pocket.
For a while he bussed tables in a couple of Mission district restaurants, then it was on to selling furniture in the no-down-payment-sign-here places that proliferated throughout the predominantly Chicano section of San Francisco, And then finally it was door-to-door selling, calling on neighbors who might have been his relatives from Guerrero, conning them with his quick wit and flashing poor-boy smile, until they practically begged him for one of his richly illustrated family Bibles, usually in Spanish as it was probably all they spoke as well. Until one day Carlos Romero had hustled his last hustle, conned his last con, and went on, the family prayed, to some greater territory above, though privately Maria's mother had postulated that Carlos was more likely in a hotter climate instead.
What little they had left after her father's death put Maria through secretarial school as a splendid student, completing the one-year course in seven months, not, as the school administration supposed, because she was so exceedingly brilliant and capable, but because that was as long as their meager resources could possibly be stretched. She had to be working in seven months or her younger brothers and sisters would go without food and Maria made good her promise to her mother to land herself the biggest job around.
She had no hope at all that spring afternoon the employment agency reluctantly sent her to be interviewed for the position of executive secretary to the head of Bradley Development Corporation. Executive secretary! Hell, she was right out of secretarial school with no work record to boast of save for a few part-time jobs waiting tables or selling cosmetics in a downtown department store. But she had persisted with the woman at the agency until finally they broke down and made the appointment for her.
Will Bradley had hired her on the spot, leaving a half-dozen other hopefuls cooling their heels in his walnut-panelled reception room, and Maria had never fooled herself into thinking it was her typing test results of her dictation speed that clinched the deal. She was sensually attractive and she knew it. And why not be proud of a God-given asset?
Maria was tall and beautiful in the special fiery way of Latin women, her skin a year-round tan, with eyes so dark they seemed to capture your very soul with a glance. Her hair swirled over her softly tanned shoulders in a luxuriant cascade of night-black richness. Her lips were red like the sweet, tender heart of some tropical fruit. In short, Maria was the classic south-of-the-border variety of beautiful womanhood. And like most of her breed, she was as uncompromisingly devoted to her husband as a spaniel to his master, even though the going was a bit rougher than in those whirlwind courtship days following the announcement of Will Bradley's impending divorce.
Sure, she had gone after him with all her womanly wiles, brazenly urging him on with some of her bounteous charms in a manner that would have driven her devoted, church-going mother to her grave had she known. But the truth was that there was never anything between her and Will before his wife's dramatic, 'door-banging exit, despite what the society columns gossiped. And she had never regretted for a day what she did . . . her family was comfortably set-up in a nice condominium, her mother retired from a lifetime of scrubbing floors. And if she had to endure a changed and frightening Will Bradley to see that they never went back to that Mission district slum, then that she would do that as well.
Am I really tiring of that gorgeous little Mexican cunt, Will Bradley asked himself as he gazed fondly toward the bright, beckoning lights of San Francisco. Or am I just getting restless? Damn, she's still as good between the sheets as the night we first fucked, so what's turning me against her? Maria's one helluva woman and I'd be goddamn lucky if I found another one like her. And, hell, she's hardly one foot in the grave! Let's see, what is she, twenty six, that's all! Not even thirty yet, but here I am thinking about a piece of ass that's young enough to be my daughter! Shit, she nearly is my daughter!
Will had been nagged for days now by a relentlessly torturing fantasy of that beautiful daughter-in-law of his spread ass-naked on a clean sheet and him standing over her with seven inches of long hard cock for her! It wasn't one of those fleeting notions, not like when he'd see some real looker out at the country club pool and wonder what she'd be like in bed. No, this had been coming on for months, maybe even a couple of years.
He had first seen Liz Bradley only by accident, as he had not been invited to the wedding and Jeff had never so much as set foot in this house. Or in his former one, for that matter, since Lydia left him almost eight years ago.
Will had been in San Francisco on business and was leaving the Pacific Union Club after lunch with some prospective investors when he nearly ran head-on into his son and his new bride leaving their cab on Powell Street. Jeff made no attempt to avoid introductions - he was certainly less than friendly, but it seemed that he wanted to avoid any nasty incidents that might taint his first months of marriage. Will remembered her warm smile, her flashing blue eyes bubbling with excitement, the clean, fresh-scrubbed girl next door looks that made her look like an advertising man's dream of the perfect California girl, tanned and radiant from the double-dose of sunshine and healthy from a diet brimming with fresh native-grown fruits and vegetables.
He had tried to stare as little as possible, but her little mini-skirt was so short, in the fashion of that summer, that it barely covered her lushing rounded buttocks at all, and her sheer lightweight blouse, dotted with a print of spring flowers, bulged with the eagerness of proud young breasts. It was difficult looking her in the eye with so much distraction, but he managed; and on the few occasions since when they had been together - once at a party for the major clients of his son's firm they were even alone for a few minute - he had been consistently in awe of her natural beauty, a kind of West-coast earthiness that seemed indigenous to these outdoor-oriented California women. He had been amazed to find that California was her adopted home, being a native of a north Chicago, but it seemed that her birth there had been nature's mistake, for she was California through-and-through.
It was often that he thought of her, calculatingly compared her to his own wife Maria. Sure, Maria was still a looker, all right, and most men his age would have traded in their pension rights for one night in the sack with a woman like her. But still Will Bradley lingered over the fleeting fantasy of his son's sensual blonde wife ... he could see in the twinkle of his mind's eye how she would look as he undressed her, a faint, girlish shiver perhaps as his fingers caressed her warm velvet flesh. A shudder of expectant passion as he unbuttoned her and opened her zippers and closures to get at the soft, sweet-smelling womanhood underneath . . . and then she would be his, her slender thighs windmilling as she squirmed in a wild uncontrollable ecstasy. His cock would ache and pound with lust until it sliced like a fleshy sword up into the wetly heated depths of her tight young cunt . . .
"Will? . . . Will?" His wife's voice finally intruded on his fantasy and he was vaguely embarrassed at his thoughts, as if he had been somehow caught in the act. He continued to gaze out the window toward the hills of Contra Costa county, his eyes searching out the single glimmering pinpoint of light among the thousands that flickered across the bay - the one that was Liz Bradley's window, the one behind which she perhaps stood naked at this very moment. Damn it, he cursed to himself, I've got a fucking hard-on just standing here!
"What is it, Maria? I was busy thinking about some business."
"Nothing, really, Will . . . I was wondering if you were coming to bed any time soon," she said in that obsequious manner that sometimes delighted him and often enraged him.
"No. You go ahead." That was all he said and Maria Bradley, sensing a tone of dismissal, did as she was told, obediently as that was the only way she knew. It was the way her mother had served her father, even in his drunken blue-funk depressions, and it would always be the way she served Will. To do otherwise was in the realm of the unthinkable.
She showered and dressed for bed, not hurrying and not stalling, for she knew if Will wanted something of her it would make no difference whether she was asleep or not. A half-hour later, when he entered their bedroom, she knew immediately what it meant. Will Bradley reeked of expensive French cognac, and when he was this way there was only one thing that would satisfy him, an act so vile and humiliating that her mother would have killed herself had she been forced into it by her own husband. Yet for Maria it had become just another of her duties as a wife.
"You awake?" he said, but it was more a demand than a question.
"Yes, I'm awake," she answered, rolling onto her back, her head resting on the pillow so that her dark radiant hair contrasted starkly with the crisp starched whiteness of the pillowcase.
Will could barely see her in the darkness, but he crawled hurriedly onto the big king-sized bed and knelt on the edge close to Maria's body. She pulled back the sheets unhesitatingly, exposing her nakedness, and she knew her task was at hand. As she turned her face, his hot rampant cock prodded her chin luridly, jarring what little sleepiness she might still have. Although he was still wearing his undershorts, like a drunken sailor who stumbled into a border-town bordello for a quickie, Maria recoiled involuntarily from the pulsing lewdness of his full-erect cock as it rubbed wetly against her cheek.
"I was thinking about that sweet little wife of Jeff's again," he chuckled unashamedly, as if she really wanted to hear. She had been through it all before, so often now that it no longer disgusted her as it did a year ago. She could care less now about Will's unfaithfulness, whether in his fantasies or real. Maybe it would be better, she admitted often in her private thoughts, at least he would work out his disgusting urges on some other woman. Sex, she thought, had never been a schoolgirl's dream with Will Bradley, but then she had never expected it to be. She could not blame him for what she had done to help her family; there was only herself to abuse on those dark nights filled with shame.
And now, these last months, her lovemaking was never more than this ... a furtive moment of spent passion designed to help Will sleep. Or get his mind off business. She had become nothing more to him than a hot bath or a rubdown, just someone to make him rest. But the moments like this were the worst of all, she knew the vile, carnal thoughts that filled his mind, the lewd fantasies of himself incestuously entwined with his own son's wife. And she knew as well that when she made love to him orally this way, with her mouth sucking his virility and her throat being filled with gush after gush of his heated sperm, his eyes were tightly shut and his mind was somewhere across the bay, in another woman's home, another woman's bed . . . with another woman's wetly ovalled lips sucking his penis.
She closed her own eyes to mask the shame and opened her lips into rounded submission; he moved closer and she closed her mouth around his hotly pulsing flesh and teased his lust-swollen cock-head with her tongue as he had taught her.
Will Bradley looked down at her as the Mexican girl's head began to slide back and forth along the thick, blue-veined shaft of his cock, its saliva-moistened hardness disappearing between her softly ovalled lips and then reappearing wetter and harder than before.
His hands moved down over the warm smoothness of her naked shoulders; her flesh was perfect, richly translucent and dark, and it felt almost sensually electric to his touch. He closed his eyes and imagined again that his daughter-in-law's pliant young lips were tautly encircling the throbbing hardness of his cock, sucking on him until he came. He brought his hands to her head and tightened his grip, starting a lewdly pumping motion of his pelvis that sent his lustful rigidity deeper down her throat with every inward movement. . . . a faint girlish shiver, perhaps, as his fingers caressed Liz's flesh . . .
Maria's small teeth grated against the sensitive underside of his eagerly throbbing penis as it slid over her tongue and he felt a hot, tightening sensation in his loins as the surging swell of his orgasm, brought close already by his wandering thoughts of his son's wife, moved closer to the surface. It would not take long, he smiled to himself, for there was no reason to hold it back; the sooner his spurting release came in a gushing stream of hotness, the quicker he could finish the seduction he had begun in his mind's eye. For the moment, Maria did not exist - it was Liz Bradley down there between his muscled thighs, a young blonde dish sucking his cock and shuddering expectantly as she hungrily awaited the fruits of his virility. . . . his cock would ache and pound with lust until it sliced like a fleshy sword up into the wetly heated depths of her tight young cunt. . .
Maria swallowed in frantic desperation, struggling riot to choke on his throat-stuffing hardness for she knew it would anger him, yet every time his wiry-haired abdomen rubbed against her nose and lips, it seemed that she would gag and be forced to pull her face away, earning a fiery rebuke or a stinging blow. But gradually, this time as the many times past, she managed to force, through sheer strength of will, a temporary relaxation of her tensed throat muscles so that his long thick cock could, with the slightest bend, slip wetly down into her oral channel until every inch was down her throat. Every involuntary swallowing or gulping brought a moan of pleasure from her husband's lips as the soft muscles of her throat constricted about his rigidity like the tight excited flexing of a woman's cunt. He gasped from the lascivious incitement of her velvety young mouth and his loins twitched with the coming surge of his orgasm. . . . her slender thighs windmilling as she squirmed in a wild uncontrollable ecstasy . . .
He thought only of his son's beautiful blonde wife, though Maria hungrily gobbled at his loins in an act of servile obedience.
"Don't ease up a bit when I start to cum, baby. Just keep sucking!"
Maria attempted an answer but it was impossible with her throat so completely filled with passion-distended male flesh. She tried to nod an acknowledgement, but even that was impossible and the awkward movement only gagged her, and she had to swallow several times to ward off a choking cough. That added movement of her throat muscles was all Will needed to bring him to the shuddering brink of his orgasm.
Will Bradley sensed the familiar signal from his loins, and he tensed his body to allow the electric sensation throbbing in his genitals to do their work. He slowed his thrusts into her ravished throat, savoring every inch-by-inch stroke as his wetly glistening hardness disappeared with agonizing, searing intensity into her liquid channel. He wanted to savor each and every lasvicious second of his orgasm, his eyes tightly clenched, his mind lustfully wandering across the bay waters, his white-hot sperm racing like super-heated steam through a turbine until it reached the head of his cock and gushed with bullet-like force down her throat. Liz's throat ... no, it was Maria's throat ... or was it really Liz? His mind refused to sort it out, only to relish the salacious burst of sensation as at last his cum-filled testicles exploded in a flood of relief.
"Unnnnnggghhhhh!" he spat sharply as his lungs emptied of long-held air. Maria sucked voraciously at his wildly jerking cock like an animal at its mother's teat. She gulped and swallowed and gulped again until every drop of his seething sperm was washed down her throat and swirled hotly in her belly. She waited until his last shuddering moan signalled his final satisfaction, and then she gently laved the last lingering traces of his cumming from the rubbery limpness of his cock.
Will Bradley said nothing, but simply crawled over her and stretched out on his side of the large bed. The naked young Mexican girl wiped the pungent stains from her lips and turned onto her belly. Other nights she had cried herself to sleep. Other nights, in the beginning, she had lain shuddering in revulsion and shame. But tonight sleep came easily, for this degrading act was almost as natural for Maria now as sleep itself. It was what her husband demanded of her, and it was not for her to question. This she had repeated to herself in these quiet moments of emptiness a thousand times until now, at last, she believed it with all her heart.
She slept lightly, and in the night she heard the grunts and whimpers of her husband's fitful dreams. Dreams, she was certain, of another woman. A younger woman, his own son's wife!
Chapter Three
Jeff had been gone for nearly three hours when Liz Bradley found the courage to telephone her father-in-law at his San Francisco Peninsula office. She had reached for the receiver perhaps a half-dozen times, only to jerk away on some confused pretext; but she knew the call must be made soon or it would be too late. Jeff had vowed to put the house up for sale today, and though it was highly unlikely a deal would be made right away, it was a chance she did not want to take.
She had the frightening sensation of making an unalterable mistake, of stepping out into an empty void from which she would not be able to return. What would Jeff do to her when he discovered she had gone against his instructions? In some lesser error, he would have probably just shrugged and laughed it off, but this hatred he felt toward his father was no shallow feeling. It was as deep as his soul and Liz knew he would not take this lightly. What good would it be to save the house if she lost her husband, she asked herself again and again. But still she made the call.
"Uh . . . Good morning, this is Mrs. Bradley and I'd like to speak to ... "
"Who? This is not Mrs. Will Bradley," came the telephone receptionist's curt reply.
Liz could be as tart as the next person and she demonstrated it to the operator. "Would you kindly let me finish. This is Mrs. Jeff Bradley, Mr. William Bradley's daughter-in-law. Now, if you don't mind, could I possibly speak to Mr. Bradley?"
"Oh . . . I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am. Just a moment and I'll see if he's in."
Liz stamped her foot impatiently and toyed with the coiled telephone line as she waited for what seemed an interminable length of time. Buzzes and clicks sounded noisily in her ear, and she knew from her work as a secretary that her call was being rushed through several telephones as it worked its way to the top . . . and Will Bradley himself.
The line became alive again and there was a muffled sound of human voices in the background. And then Jeffs father boomed heartily into the receiver. "Liz, what a surprise! I'm delighted that you called. What can I do for you?"
Liz felt relieved already; his voice was so rich and authoritative, like the captain of industry that he was, but he seemed friendly enough, though she hardly knew the man. "Uh, I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Bradley, but ..."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, call me Will, honey . . . you are my daughter-in-law, you know."
"Yes, uh, Will, thank you. I guess I ought to start by saying that Jeff doesn't know I'm calling. In fact, he'd probably have my head if he found out."
"Oh? What's the big mystery?" he inquired, though he had a fairly sure notion already. It was difficult to keep rumors of impending lawsuits under cover, especially when the name involved was Bradley.
"Well, I - I was kind of hoping I could talk to you a few minutes in person, Mr. Bradley. I mean, Will. If you're not too busy, maybe I could drive over to your office."
Will Bradley could hardly believe his ears. Jesus, this sweet little piece was playing right into his hands! This would be child's play!
"Oh, Liz, I'm terribly sorry, but I'll be tied up in meetings all day. And tomorrow I have to drive up to Santa Rosa to take a look at some property."
"Oh ..." Will waited an appropriate few seconds for his words to sink in.
"But perhaps you could come out to the house tonight. I know Jeff wouldn't come to see me anyway. I've gotten used to that. But you don't hate me so much you couldn't pay a call on an old man, do you?"
"Hate you? Oh, no, sir, I mean, Will ... I don't hate you at all. I'd be glad to come over, but I'll have to think of some way to get out of the house. Jeff would never let me go if he knew where I was going."
"He still hates his old man that much, does he?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Will, I didn't mean to ... "
"Don't give it a second thought, Liz.
Just come about eight-thirty. Do you know the way?"
Liz Bradley laughed. "Of course, everyone knows where Will Bradley lives. Thank you . . . I'll be there for sure if it kills me!"
Will Bradley wished her well and said good-bye, then pushed the button for the interphone line to his private secretary, the woman he had haired when Maria became Mrs. Bradley. This one was not quite the looker Maria had been, but he had held out high hopes for her anyway until she double-crossed him and got married to a football player. "Mrs. Prekowski," he began, able now to get that middle-European name out without gagging on it. "Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day and tell the garage to bring my car around. I won't be in until tomorrow."
"Yes sir, Mr. Bradley. It sounds like something important is brewing. Can I help you?"
"Not this time," he chuckled, stroking his chin as he stared out into his space. His mind was racing like a schoolboy on his first date. "I think I can handle this all."
Chapter Four
Will Bradley was filled with unaccustomed excitement as he wheeled his gleaming new Continental to the edge of the flagstone walk that led across the well-manicured lawn to his front door. He bounded from the car with the springy step of a teenager, then pointedly slowed to his usual studied pace as he neared the leaded-glass door. There was no sense in arousing Maria's suspicions prematurely, he said to himself. She'll have to be taken care of for this evening somehow, but I don't want her guessing and spoiling everything.
He knew Maria could only be pushed so far and though she spinelessly took his lecherous jabbering about Jeff's wife and other woman, it was another matter indeed to give her grounds for a huge divorce settlement. Will had always been careful to cover his tracks; no judge would look with favor on a married man cavorting with his own daughter-in-law, but there was no problem as long as Maria could prove nothing damaging. Who cared if she suspected? It was her word against his, and she was just a Mission district wetback! Let her guess as long as she stays out of the way.
I've got to find some good excuse for getting her out of the house tonight, he repeated to himself for the hundredth time as he rang the bell. Will Bradley never carried keys, rightly assuming that he paid others well to remember such things.
"Good evening, sir," chirped the oriental houseboy who greeted him, clad as always in impeccably-starched and creased white trousers and a matching jacket. Carlos was a "gift" from a Southern California subcontractor who had made a small fortune on one of Bradley's developments north of Santa Monica. Trained first as a colonel's valet at an American base in the Pacific, he had made his way to California via Hawaii and eventually into this job with his former employer's grateful compliments. Like everyone who worked for Will Bradley, he knew his job well . . . and his place.
"Madam asked to say she was at meeting," he explained in his own peculiar brand of English. "She is with Peninsula Ladies League until six, Sir." Only it sounded more like pee-neen-soola when he said it.
Will nodded and mumbled something by way of dismissal, but suddenly he called the houseboy back when he was nearly into the dining room. "Carlos! Where did you say?"
"The Ladies League, Mr. Bradley. She always goes on Tuesdays." Carlos looked a bit frightened, as if he had exposed some deep dark secret by mentioning the charity organization to which Mrs. Bradley belonged. "Is something wrong, sir?"
Will broke into a grin that quickly became a hearty laugh. "No, Carlos, nothing at all. Nothing at all! You just saved me a lot of trouble, that's all. Listen, I'll be needing you later tonight. I'll want some really nice sort of after-dinner dish, maybe those cherries with the flaming brandy, okay. And lots of champagne, the best in the wine cellar, understand. I want it all for eight-thirty sharp and then you can go."
Carlos quickly read the implications, but made no hint of it in his expression; to him it was just another order. "Yes sir," he replied and hurried away to prepare dinner. Will glanced at his watch. It was five o'clock, nearly an hour before Maria would be back. Just enough time for a relaxing soak in the tub.
"Carlos!" he yelled across the mammoth living room. "Before you get started, draw me a good hot bath!"
"But Will, why do I have to go there? It doesn't make any sense. I hardly know your son; I've only talked to him at the club a few times and that's all!"
Will smiled indulgently. "That's not important, Maria. I've already told you that Liz wants to discuss something personal with me, and I want you to be there with my son to be sure he doesn't follow her here. You know how he feels about me, foolish though he may be."
"But Will, why would he follow her. You make this all sound like some kind of TV cops and robbers movie."
"She sounded concerned herself that he might, and this is the best way. If there's something I can do to help my son, I owe it to him no matter how he thinks of me. Now there will be no more arguments, Maria. You're to go there before Liz arrives and tell Jeff you wanted to ask her about joining that stupid women's club of yours - the Ladies' League or whatever. You think up your own story if you don't like that one, but I want him there in that house until Liz comes back. And that's final."
Maria opened her mouth as if to contest her husband's pigheadedness but instead she merely shook her head and walked away. She was no fool, and she knew only too well what Will Bradley had in mind, but there was nothing she could do to stop it, short of a confrontation she would be sure to lose. His act was as transparent as clear plastic - of course he wanted Jeff at home, that much was obvious. And she knew the reason why! But his shrewdness was two-fold, she guessed disgustedly. Will wanted to be sure his wife wasn't around at an inopportune moment as well. And what better way than to send her to Jeff Bradley's house? That way he'd have both of them tied up and out of his way! It was sheer masterwork, like everything else Will set his hands to, and Maria suddenly felt nauseatingly ill at his lascivious cunning ... his own son's wife! What kind of a monster would even think such a thing?
She dressed and left right on schedule -Will's schedule-pausing for a quick drink of Scotch from her own private bottle hidden in the kitchen. Carlos was there as well, chilling a magnum bottle of French champagne. He looked up at her fleetingly and then avoided her eyes. She felt the tears of shame and humiliation beginning as she left by the kitchen door to avoid seeing Will again. God, even the servants know! I'm a laughingstock in my own house!
She hurried to her car and started it quickly, anxious to be as far away from this house now as her automobile would carry her. Even the air around Sutter Island seemed to reek this night of lust and greed. She roared past the night guard without so much as a nod.
From the corner of her eye she caught a fleeting glimpse of a familiar young blonde nervously awaiting the guard's security call to the Bradley home. She looked straight ahead and pressed the accelerator to the floor.
Contra Costa county, across the San Francisco Bay, seemed closer than ever.
Will Bradley was waiting for her at the door when she arrived and he called to her before she was out of the car. "It's so good to see you again, Liz! Welcome to Sutter Island!"
Liz looked about her in wide-eyed amazement; she had intended to act nonchalant, as though visiting a millionaire's private enclave was an everyday occurrence for her, but the sight of all the incredibly beautiful homes, all of them professionally landscaped and lit in the twilight, was just too much. It was like a movie-set, and her goggle-eyed awe was doubled at the sight of the Bradley home's interior. She mumbled her greetings and then wandered about the cavern-like living room with the precocious innocence of a child at the carnival.
The room was familiar, for she had studied with fascination a cover story one of the California magazines did on the Bradley place at Sutter Island, but the photos had not done it justice. The whole house was a skillful electric mix of antiques and expensive Scandanavian modern furnishings, the floors brick and dark parquet wood covered in places with ancient oriental rugs. A fire crackled in the huge stone fireplace that looked big enough to stand in, though the air outside was warm enough for short-sleeves. It was then that she noticed the air conditioning system was switched on to keep the room cool enough for the fire. A curious waste of money to her budget-conscious mind, but she had to admit it made the fantastic house even more romantic.
Will, resplendent in a velvet smoking jacket with his initials in gold, pressed a button beside the enormous fireplace, and a uniformed servant miraculously appeared, startling Liz as he seemingly materialized out of nowhere.
"Yes sir," he said smartly, nearly at attention.
"Liz," her host said smiling to her, ignoring the houseboy he had summoned. "I took the liberty of ordering up something nice as a sort of dessert. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no, not at all. Whatever you say. I ate dinner, but I guess I could use something else," she lied. They had eaten spaghetti and she was stuffed, but she figured she could always nibble at it so as not to hurt his feelings. She was finding rather quickly that she felt right at home here. Where was the fire-breathing tyrant that Jeff spoke of so vehemently? All she saw was an outwardly friendly, perhaps lonely, middle-aged man.
Was Jeff wrong about him? Maybe it was the first Mrs. Bradley who had been in the wrong; didn't doctors have a name for that sort of motherly fixation? Sure, an Oedipus complex, that was what they called it! Perhaps Jeff was so blinded by his love for his mother that he refused to see his father's side at all; stranger things had happened, she assured herself. This wasn't proving to be half the ordeal she had worried and fretted about since last night. Why, she might even become friends with the elder Mr. Bradley and somehow bring the two men together again!
Will dismissed his houseboy with a wave of one hand and in a couple of minutes, he returned with a rolling serving cart with chrome-spoked wheels and a butcher-block top covered with silver dishes and a huge brandy glass turned on its side over a low alcohol flame. "Would you care for some champagne while we talk, Liz?" he asked congenially. "I always like to talk over a drink myself."
Liz nodded and brushed her long blonde hair from her eye. "Sure, I'd love some."
The Filipino servant returned with a pewter ice bucket like the ones in, the fanciest French restaurants, and poking out of the ice was the biggest bottle of imported champagne she had ever seen. "Is that real?" she asked in astonishment. "It looks like enough for an army!"
Will laughed huskily, his cheeks puffing with pride. "It's a magnum of Piper I brought back from France. Something special for a special girl'"
Liz blushed crimson and looked down at her folded hands. It was easy to see where Jeff got the devilish charm that had swept her off her feet almost on their first date. It was not until this moment that she thought of Will Bradley as a man. Not that he wasn't masculine, certainly, but with those flirtatious words she began to see him as she would see any man armed with expensive champagne and a movie-set mansion. She would have to be on her toes, she reminded herself. Not too much of the bubbly ... it was business she came to discuss. And not monkey-business either!
She dismissed those notions as being groundless foolishness and took the glass of champagne Will extended to her. "To our continuing friendship, Liz. Maybe the next time you'll come without a reason."
Liz accepted his toast and sipped the delicious wine, then placed her glass on the table at her knees. He had reminded her what her mission was, and she was determined to get it off her mind before another minute passed.
"Will," she began. "I suppose you probably know why I came here tonight. Jeff told me our financial situation was already well-known with the credit people, and it doesn't seem likely that a man of your standing would have failed to hear about it."
Will put down his champagne as well and looked her in the eye. "I have indeed heard, Liz. And I can guess why you came to see me, but let's not talk about it until we've finished the cherries jubilee, all right?"
Liz would rather have cleared the air while the subject was in the open, but she acquiesced instead to her father-in-law's wishes. This was his house, after all, and it would not have been good manners to intrude on his hospitality by insisting. Magically, again, the houseboy appeared and began to conjure up a spectacular flaming dish of brandy and cherries over ice cream, served up richly in silver bowls with rosewood bases. He ignited the brandy and added the dollop of kirsch to give it just the right flavor and then served them gracefully, with the poise and the sureness of a well-trained waiter. Will tasted his and then dismissed his servant again; this time he bowed slightly from the waist and said good-night as well.
"Isn't your wife at home tonight, Will?" she asked finally, though the question had lurked at the back of the young blonde girl's thoughts since they seated themselves for the dessert snack.
"I don't think so. She was leaving when I came in, so I'm not sure. She's always busy with some charity organization or another. Cleaning up oil spills or washing dirty ducks or something," he chuckled.
Liz felt a soft sigh ease from her lungs and she was forced to admit that she had felt a moment's anxiety as the houseman announced his departure. Will Bradley was indeed a forceful man, and he commanded an aura of wealth and power that was almost frightening, even in the relaxed atmosphere of his own home. But the prospect of Maria returning made her feel at ease, and she took another sip of her champagne - a bigger one this time, just to be polite. After all, it was such expensive champagne.
The ice cream and cherries with brandy and kirsch were finished and the huge bottle of champagne was half-empty before the dreaded subject again came up.
"It's money you really came to talk about, isn't it?" Will finally asked.
Liz felt an insane urge to giggle, probably from the champagne and the need for nervous release, but she managed to contain herself and ask the question that had given her so many nights without sleep. "We're about to lose our house, Will, but Jeff's too stubborn to ask you for help. His job is working out all right, but the money just isn't coming in like we'd hoped, and I guess we just got in over our heads with too many payments. There's no savings left and Jeff has already contracted a realtor about selling the place. You're our only hope. Or I should say, my only hope. Jeff would kill me if he knew I was here asking you."
"How are you going to explain it if I do lend you the money?" Will had edged a little closer on the leather sofa they shared, but Liz paid it no heed; her mind was on her precious house.
"I'll just tell him straight-out, that's all. If he doesn't like it, then too bad. He can't be that pig-headed."
Will laughed and put his champagne glass down. "Oh, I don't know about that. He probably got a big portion of stubborness from his mother. She was the most obstinate person I ever met. She'd never listen to anybody else's side, never!"
"That's Jeff, all right," agreed Liz. "He refused to even discuss asking you for help. Gosh, you'd think he had a monster for a father the way he goes on!"
Will nodded gravely with the expression of a church elder. "I'm really and truly sorry he feels that way about me. I never meant the boy any harm, but sometimes two people just can't get along together, like Lydia and I. It wasn't anybody's fault, really, but I can understand that Jeff took his mother's side. He was always an impressionable kid, and I was away a lot in those days trying to make a good life for my family. I suppose she turned him against me when he was most susceptible to that sort of talk." He seemed suddenly years older and his face was wrinkled with concern. "I just hate that it had to turn out this way. I mean, losing Lydia couldn't be helped, but it's awful hard to lose your only son as well." Will edged still closer and placed his hand lightly on his daughter-in-law's nylon-covered knee. He saw her blink and glance down at it but she said nothing. "You don't hate me the way he does, do you, Liz?"
"H-Hate you?" she stammered. "Why, of course not! I have no reason to hate you, none at all!"
Will smiled, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned toward her face. Suddenly he clamped his lips to hers and kissed her wetly. Liz gasped a muffled cry of astonishment and then broke away from him and leaped to her feet. "Will! I never meant anything like that! How could you do such a thing? I'm married ... to your own son!"
The older man rose slowly to his feet, obviously in no great haste. He grinned coyly at the long-haired blonde girl who seemed so tiny and frail beside him. "No harm done, Liz," he said. "I just thought we might sort of keep it in the family. From what I read in the papers, people are doing a lot stranger things nowadays."
"Keep it in the family! If you mean what I think you mean, you're out of your mind!" she stammered in horrified astonishment.
"Now, now, honey, let's not say something we'll be sorry for," he said softly, encircling his lips with the tip of his moist tongue. His voice showed the first taint of concern, for lie had not expected her to reach so strongly to nothing more serious than a friendly kiss; he felt rebuffed now, and a put-down for Will Bradley was unaccustomed experience. He decided very quickly that it was an experience he did not relish. "Come here, Liz . . . right now," he said after a few seconds thought. His voice was not sharp or bitter, only commanding. He spoke to her as he might have spoken to one of his servants. Or to a dog.
"No, I won't! I'm leaving right now! This . . . this is not what I c-came for and I . . . "
"Stop it!" he shouted. "Do as I tell you! Come here!"
Liz was surprised to find that her legs seemed to propel her relentlessly closer to his towering hulk as if possessed by minds of their own. There was nothing magnetic about him, to be certain, but something about his commanding manner defied disobedience, and suddenly she was only inches from his massive chest. He glowered down at her with frightening intensity, then poked his finger against her chest and twirled it there between her ripely uplifted breasts. She could feel its stiffened insistence rubbing against the softness of her breasts and she looked up at him with great reluctance. "I - I'm sorry this happened, Will, I really am. B - But I won't say anything about it to anyone. Not ever. I - I think I'd best run along now, all right?" It was certainly less a statement than a plea. Will immediately sensed her timid uncertainty and made the most of it.
"Do you want that money. Liz? I know all about your house mortgage being badly in arrears. You don't want to lose that place, do you? It wouldn't be fun living in a crowded apartment again after having a home of your own, would it, Liz?"
The young blonde shook her head sadly from side to side. He was hitting the nerve as surely as with a sharp knife . . . no, she didn't want to lose her precious house, not at any price! But not this, oh dear God, not this!
His finger toyed with the button of her blouse, and she shuddered with dread and revulsion . . . she mustn't let this happen, she mustn't!
"The money, Liz . . . it's all yours. And you don't have to do anything for it you wouldn't do every night for my son. Just be nice to an old man, honey, and all of your financial problems are solved. Think of it, Liz," he droned on. His voice was hypnotic with the promise of financial salvation, and she found herself listening as one might listen to an evangelistic preacher, mesmerized with the offerings of a better life. No, no, she screamed in her thoughts, I can't do this! I'd be no better than a whore. Worse, actually, because it would be with my husband's father!
But still she did nothing to stop him. He had opened the first button of her blouse and his finger slid teasingly in the fleshy cleft between her breasts as his eyes never left hers for a second. "It's all so easy, baby, just nothing at all," he leered down at her. "And God, you'll enjoy it! I guarantee you."
Liz could not bear to see the hungry glimmer of lust that flashed like summer heat lightning in his dark eyes, and she stared instead down at the rich carpeting beneath her feet. He opened still another button and his hand eased inside her blouse and down between the lacy whiteness of her brassiere and her nakedly trembling flesh.
Stinging, salty tears welled in her blue eyes as the lust-inflamed hotness of his fingers coarsely fondled the full swell of her breast. "N - No, please, Will, n - no," she cried with halting voice, but Liz Bradley knew she would not stop him now.
It was her precious home and to lose it meant losing a piece of her life. Anything was better . . . even this!
Chapter Five
Had it been Will Bradley who awaited him on the doorstep, Jeff would not have been more surprised. But the difference was that Will would have had the door slammed in his face.
Maria was different; sure, she was his father's second wife, but it was common knowledge among the Bay Area gossips that she was not the woman he was involved with at the time of his divorce. Jeff had never gotten to know her very well, but on the other hand, he had not made an effort to avoid her as he did his father.
"Come in, come in," he said warmly. "What an unexpected surprise. What brings you to this part of the East Bay?"
Maria was caught by surprise; she had only had a few conversations with her husband's handsome son, but usually in close proximity to Will. Jeff had always seemed somehow distant and aloof to her, as though he blamed her for Lydia Bradley's departure. But the nice-looking young man who greeted her at the doorway of his suburban home was anything but unfriendly.
"Uh, I came by to see, uh, Liz," she said haltingly, convinced already that Jeff could see through her deceit. Lying was not something that came naturally to Maria as it did to Will, and she was certain that it must be written in huge bright letters across her face.
"Come on in, Maria," he insisted. "Liz isn't here right now. She had to see a friend of hers about arrangements for a baby shower, but she shouldn't be too long." He took her arm and led her into the modestly-furnished living room. "Sit down and I'll get us both a drink or something. What would you like?"
"Oh, you shouldn't really," she said nervously. "But m-maybe I'll have a Scotch with a little ice if it's not too much trouble."
"Trouble? It's nothing at all. You seem a little upset or something, Maria, is anything wrong? I guess I shouldn't be prying, but you really are my step-mother, I suppose."
Maria laughed at the silliness of this man nearly her own age being her step-son. "You know, I'd never thought of it that way, uh, son!"
Jeff laughed heartily and the ice was broken between them. It was as if a curtain had parted and allowed them to see each other as real human beings, not as actors in some role they were forced to play. Jeff was no longer the alienated, sulking young man his father had always pictured him as being. And Maria was not the cold-hearted temptress who had to taken Jeffs mother's place in his father's bed.
He brought a pair of icy drinks for them and they sat opposite each other in a pair of armchairs. Talk now came easily and they found they shared a natural curiosity about each other, questions came that had lingered in their unconscious before, but now that they were alone, it was easy and comfortable somehow. Only Will Bradley was taboo - neither of them had come that far yet; there was still too much hate in Jeffs heart and too much fear in the young Mexican girl's.
They talked easily, naturally, of Jeff's only son who slept soundly two rooms away, of life at Sutter Island, of Maria's childhood in the Mission District ghetto and of Jeffs stock-brokerage work. But they avoided all mention of Will Bradley. A simple kind of rapport seemed to blossom unexpectedly between them, as if they shared a common cause yet could not quite fathom its nature or intensity. Maria, of course, was in a far better position to understand this attraction that seemed to grow between the two of them, for she alone knew the feelings that both of them shared toward Will Bradley. Jeff could only guess that Maria's marriage had become a loveless one.
"Listen, I'll tell you what," Jeff said after nearly a half-hour's conversation. "I'll call Liz at her friend's house. I know she wouldn't want to miss seeing you."
Maria nearly shot to her feet, but caught herself and only edged anxiously to the edge of her chair. "No! There's no need for that!" she exclaimed, then calmed herself and continued in a normal voice. "I can see her some other time, Jeff, really. I wouldn't want to bother her when she's with a friend, please."
"Oh, don't be silly," he insisted. "She's probably just gossiping by now anyway. Sit right there and I'll go call." Maria opened her mouth to protest, but he was out of the room and she could hear the sound of a telephone being dialed a few feet down the hall. She could hear the muted mumbling of his voice, then a pause, followed by even softer talking. His face registered his confusion and concern when he re-entered the room.
"I - I don't understand it," he said worriedly. "That was Liz's girlfriend Alice. She hasn't seen Liz for almost a week! I know that's where she told me she was going. It just doesn't make any sense." He looked at his beautiful step-mother's face as if he half-expected an answer there. Something was wrong and he had sensed it when Maria turned up at his door. Now there was no doubt; the sensual dark-haired woman had the kind of face that could not hide emotion. Like a lot of her Latin sisters, she wore her feelings like a badge, whether good or bad.
"You know something that I don't know, Maria," he said sternly, but not angrily. "What is it?"
"No, Jeff, I know nothing!" she blurted unconvincingly. She knew even at this moment that she would have to tell him the truth. Jeff Bradley possessed the same commanding potency as his father - less polished, to be sure, and certainly used insufficiently to be developed to the fine art of Will Bradley's authoritativeness. But there was that Bradley flair for command, just the same. She could not lie to him, just as she could never keep anything from Will. And when he insisted one more time, his voice unwavering but stern, Maria knew it was hopeless.
"Tell me, Maria. Tell me right now."
The Mexican girl hung her head and wiped a tear of shame from her eyes - a tear for all the cruel Will's of the world as well as for the obsequious Maria's who took all their cruel bidding so humiliatingly.
"Liz is with Will right now," she said emotionally. "She . . . she must have called him or something. I don't know what it's all about. Will led me to believe it had something to do with your health, but I never really believed him."
"Liz is there with him! She went to see him anyway after I told her not to!" he bellowed, his voice tinged more deeply now with the fiery temper of his father. Maria was suddenly afraid, for she realized with a frightful immediacy that, whatever Will's conspiracy, she was a part of it in the eyes of his son.
"I - I didn't want to come here, Jeff, he made me! He ordered me here to keep you out of the way so that ..."
"So that what?! What, Maria?!" the angry young husband yelled, his eyes beginning to look wild - capable of murder.
Maria suddenly burst into tears, real, gushing tears that seemed to sob up from her heart. "I don't know, Jeff, I don't know!" she cried. "P-Please, don't blame me, p-please! I only did what I was told. I hate him as much as you do! Oh . . . God! You can't imagine the . . . the things he makes me do!"
The very air in the room seemed to thicken with the blurted revelation, and Jeff suddenly looked at the attractive sultry beauty as though a. new person had materialized before his eyes. His voice softened momentarily in pity. "You? You hate my father? But you're his wife, Maria."
"And you're his son! So what! He's a tyrant, Jeff, a cruel and heartless bastard who'd do anything to get what he wants! I know him, Jeff. The evil and the contempt that fill that man's head you wouldn't believe! He's not even human!" Maria felt the urge to go on and on, to tell everything she knew, for now she had someone she could talk to, someone she could finally confess to. She had let the truth slip from her lips in a moment of emotion, and there could be no turning back now.
Jeff's eyes suddenly looked very far-away and filled with some ancient hurt that seemed to surge up from his guts like bile. When he spoke, his voice had lowered even further and his words quivered and fell apart. "Maria, I ... I have never told anyone about this . . . not even Liz. But . . . but somehow I think you should know. Now, anyway, now . . . now that I know how you feel about that man." Pain swept across his face with the unearthing of long-hidden memories.
"He treated my mother like an animal. Maria. She wasn't strong, at least not in the days I can remember, and he used to play on her weaknesses with a sadistic relish I can never forgive him for. A lot of what happened I was too young to really understand - then - but it's there in my memory like it was burned into my brain with acid. The worst was the night before she finally left him, taking me with her until I was old enough to live on my own."
Maria saw the terrible hurt in his eyes and she felt an overwhelming urge to throw her arms around him and comfort his pain ... "I know, Jeff, good God, I know how cruel he can be!"
"My father had just stumbled in, late as usual, and he was reeking of booze. I suppose he thought I was asleep, or maybe he just didn't give a damn. Anyway, their shouts woke me up - I was about thirteen then but still pretty naive. In those days, kids didn't start making babies 'til later. I heard my mother crying and I ran down the hall to see what was wrong. The door was open to their bedroom and I saw the whole thing ..."
"P-Please, don't tell me if it's so painful. You look like a man who's just seen a ghost."
Liz's young husband smiled thinly. "In a way, I have, Maria. But I want to finish. I need to tell someone, and for some strange reason I've never been able to say this to my wife. Maybe it's because I feel a part of the dirtiness of it, like I was someone to blame in part because he is my own flesh and blood ..." Jeff took a healthy gulp of his whiskey and put the glass down on the cocktail table between them. "He was standing over her, telling her in great, lurid detail about the cheap showgirl he'd been in bed with, raving about how good she was and how she'd do anything he asked. He spared her no details, believe me, and I heard every word with my thirteen year old's inquisitive ears. And then . . . then he made her take his... his penis in her mouth . . . and suck him. He forced her to do that while he told her about that tramp.
He even boasted that he hadn't washed it and . . . and asked her how it tasted, another woman's wetness. He laughed at her and he mocked her, and then I guess I was crying because they both saw me. I ran to my room and locked the door to both of them in my confusion. The next day my mother took me away to our beach house in Southern California and the rest is history. She never got over the shame of that night, and even now she can barely look me in the eye. She'd never had more than a couple of drinks before that happened, but she took to the bottle like a man dying of thirst. And then the pills ... the courts finally put me in her brother's house for the last couple of years before I went away to college. So you see, I've got good reason to hate that man, Maria . . . because of him I've been left without a mother or a father really."
Maria's mind flashed backward to last night, to the humbling manner in which he had forced his sex upon her even as his thoughts lusted for another man's wife. And suddenly, with the intensity of the dawning sun, she knew what it was she felt for this man who had bared his very soul to her, stripping himself far more naked than if he had ripped off his clothes. She stood and stepped around the low table between them and threw her arms around him tightly; her face nestled snugly against his strong male shoulder, and she felt a sobbing gasp come up from her lungs as she cried against his shirt.
"I know, Jeff, I know how you feel . . . he's treated me like that more times than I care to remember!" she choked. "But why did Liz go to him tonight?"
"You don't know? Money, Maria, we're practically bankrupt. She wanted me to ask him for a loan, but you can see why I couldn't."
"But you should have told her! How could she possibly know what kind of heartless bastard Will Bradley is unless you tell her?"
Jeff shook his head solemnly. "I should have. I know that now. But it doesn't matter, really. If he offers her the money, I won't take it. I'll tell Liz the whole filthy story. She'll understand . . . and then I'll send it back to him. That's about all I can do now, I suppose."
Maria pulled her face from his shoulder and looked into his innocent, trusting eyes. He doesn't know! He still doesn't know why Will Bradley wanted her there! Why he sent me to keep his son at home! And dear God, I haven't got the heart to tell him! It would kill him if he knew!
Her expensive San Francisco designer-original dress opened with a zipper closure down the front and, impulsively, frantically, she tugged at the brass ring of the zipper pull and bared herself to the waist.
"Maria! Wha ..."
"Don't say anything! I know what I am doing, Jeff, believe me, I know!" It was a wild and crazy thing to do and she knew it, but suddenly she wanted this more than anything she could call to mind. It was only right, wasn't it? Will Bradley had lured that innocent girl into his lair and even made his own wife stoop to help his lascivious plans . . . well, she'd show him! She'd get even the way women did it in the old country! An eye for an eye ... a cunt for a cunt!
She pulled the dress free of her shoulders and, with breath-taking suddenness, reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere. Her full, golden breasts spilled free of their restraint and brought a gasp of astonishment to Jeff's lips . . . God, what a woman! Every man's dream hot-blooded Latin female in the naked flesh!
"Maria, this is insane!" he gasped sputteringly. "You must be crazy!"
She threw her arms around his chest again and pressed her half-naked body against his; she felt him tense as the resilient softness of her sensuous breasts surged against him. "Don't argue with me, Jeff! Just take me, take me!" she cried, her eyes welling with tears. She reached down between them and grabbed for the swelling hardness of his cock inside his trousers. "Do it, Jeff, do it now! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me forget!"
Chapter Six
Strangely, as if it offered some ultimate humiliation, Will Bradley took his hotly probing hand from his daughter-in-law's bare breast and stepped back to admire her. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the waist now and her brassiere was loosened and hung uselessly about her naked midriff. She dared not look at him lest her shame and despair destroy what little she had left . . . the shredded remnants of her decency and self-respect lay symbolized in the half-mast lowering of her undergarments.
"Get out of those clothes, honey," he sneered. "Let's see if you're as sweet-looking as I thought you'd be. I've been waiting for a look at that pretty ass of yours for a helluva long time!"
Liz looked up at him in spite of herself. How could he say such things? Had he really planned this? Had he been secretly lusting for her all this time and she had never guessed it?
"You . . . you talk as if you'd worked all this out in advance," she said softly, almost forgetting that she stood before him half-undressed.
"For longer than I care to remember, sweetheart! Now, unless you're ready to start packing when you get home tonight ... get the rest of those clothes off!"
Liz had unconsciously backed against the stone wall that held the fireplace, and she suddenly felt trapped, cornered like some animal after a successful hunt. He was taking his own clothes off and she found that she was watching without meaning to; in a few seconds he was stripped to the bare skin, as he kicked off his shoes and socks. The young blonde wife's eyes locked on his long thick penis which jutted out from his bushy pubic hair like some immense pole growing from a clump of undergrowth. He was in excellent shape for a man his age, with just a hint of fat around his middle. Even as she stared down, mesmerized, his rising hardness stiffened into a formidable weapon of male flesh ... he was huge! God, how did Maria take that awesome thing up into her vaginal opening! It looked as if it would split a normal woman!
"How about it, baby? Did my boy inherit his old man's cock? From the look on your face, I'd guess not," he grinned evilly, rubbing the thick rubbery flesh back and forth as the huge organ jerked and throbbed into full rigidity. Jeff was circumcised, like most men his age, and she had never known another man's cock, but this one was different. She found herself looking in dumbfounded amazement as he worked the flesh back and forth and the purplish knob at the end of his penis alternately showed itself and hid inside the thick foreskin.
She knew this had gone too far, even with her house at stake. She couldn't let him stick that thing up inside of her. She'd never live down the shame, even if Jeff could bring himself to forgive her! Never had she known such humiliation as she felt at this moment, like some white-skinned sex-slave dragged away by desert raiders. She knew how the girls must have felt in the slave-markets of Arabia, helpless sex objects, nothing but fleshly receptacles for a man's unbridled lust! And she knew too why her humiliation was so complete . . . the look in Will Bradley's eyes was as penetrating as his stiffened erection would be if he had his desires. She was already ravished - fucked and discarded - as surely as if he had entered her!
"One last chance, Liz," he said menacingly. "Take those clothes off and show me a good time, and the money is all yours. Nobody'll ever know, just you and me. You can just tell Jeff I gave it as a gift to atone for my past transgressions. He's gullible enough to swallow that . . . you don't even have to pay it back, not ever! Think of it, honey, all your bills paid and some extra besides. How much do you want? Two thousand? Four thousand? Five? You just name it, Liz . . . but get out of that skirt and let me see some pussy, or the deal's off!" His eyes bulged with the intensity of his lustful passion, as though some terrific pressure pressed at his brain; he looked as if his whole head could explode at any instant and blow off his shoulders.
Liz stood paralyzed, helpless to even move; she ached in her heart for the strength to slap him and run from his clutches, but his words echoed in her mind like the promise of another life to a dying man . . . her house would be saved and it was all so easy. Just let him do this, just close her eyes and pretend it was Jeff and then carry the burden of her shame the rest of her life . . . but how could she stand it? Could she sink so low as to commit this vile incestuous act?!
Liz was spared the agony of decision, for at that very moment, her husband's father reached out with his hands and yanked her skirt down to her knees so viciously that she was sure it would tear in half. She cried out at the unexpected cruelty, but it was too late . . . his eyes were on the soft suppleness of her naked thighs, and their inviting union at the top of her legs where the sparse fleeciness of her pubic hair was visible through the lacy sheerness of her little white panties. These he pulled at so forcefully that they ripped up the side of her thigh and over her hip.
"No, p-please! I've changed my mind. I don't want ..." she cried, but in another flash he had her panties off of her. A couple more deft tugs and the terrified young wife was completely naked; she spun around like a top as he yanked her blouse from her arms, and she heard him laugh crudely as her naked breasts jiggled from the sort of impromptu dance he had forced from her.
"Hey, you've sure got some body, honey! No wonder that boy of mine stays home so much. Jesus, what a pair of knockers!" he exclaimed like he was examining a newly-acquired piece of property. He casually handled her fearfully quivering breasts as thoughtlessly as one might feel a new sports jacket, and he laughed again as he rolled the tiny bud of her nipple between his fingers, causing her to shudder involuntarily from the salacious contact.
She stood nakedly there before him, bathed in the flickering fire's orange glow, like some newly-unearthed statue of a Greek goddess, her skin luminous with the soft light of burning wood, a thousand dancing whirls of muted color playing across her flesh. Her proud young breasts soared high from her torso and seemed to Will Bradley to be offering themselves in unmistakable sacrifice. Liz stared once again at the floor and shook uncontrollably with the painful virulence of her total humiliation.
Suddenly the older man dropped to his knees at her feet as if praying at some pagan altar, but when his lips opened and then closed again, it was not in supplication ... he hungrily nibbled at the slight girlish mound of her smooth white belly, sending a dizzying shudder of shame and unwanted excitement rippling through the young blonde's nakedness with the intensity of high-voltage electricity.
Liz moaned pitifully and nearly fell backward against the stone wall; instinctively, in a gesture of survival, she grabbed for his bare shoulders to steady herself. But to Will Bradley in his fervently-aroused lust for his son's wife, it was nothing less than the total surrender of her last defenses ... he was confident now that she was his! Every naked inch of her lushly ripened body his to caress and to take!
His lips eased over the sparse blonde curls of her pussy hair and dropped to the moist warmth of her naked cuntal slit; his fingers parted anxiously her pubic-hair and his tonguetip slithered hungrily into her succulent vaginal opening. Liz gasped in horror at the lewd touch of his tongue up there between her thighs, and she made one last feeble attempt to extricate herself from his wicked passion. She pushed him away from her barely-spread thighs, "No, Will, I can't go through with it, I can't!"
He looked up at his son's nakedly trembling wife and smiled confidently. "Nonsense, honey, just close those pretty blue eyes and keep thinking of all that money. More money than you've ever seen . . . think of it!" And with that he returned his wetly pursed lips to the pearl-like bud of her clitoris, before deeply burrowing his tongue into her sweet vaginal flesh until he felt her shiver from the contact of his tonguetip against her nerve-filled cuntal walls. Her knees seemed to buckle beneath her, and he could feel her about to collapse, but his strong arms encircled her tiny waist and his hands fanned across the tempting firmness of her quivering ass-checks as he lowered her gently to the thick shag carpet beneath them. He took one last look at her as she sprawled there before the fireplace, completely naked and vulnerable, her thighs demurely pinched shut but her breasts bare and uncovered, their crinkly nipples hardened like two small pebbles in her total shame and despair.
His hands searched between her firm resilient thighs and then he parted them easily with the pressure of his palms on their insides. She opened her tear-flooded eyes and could see him blurrily, kneeling on all fours like some predatory animal there between her now-splayed legs, a smirking grin of victory on his lips as he moistened them with his tongue, savoring the delicate pungence of her pussy-scent already flavoring his mouth like an aperitif.
He moved forward and his hotly coursing hands moved deeply between her shuddering thighs to the soft fleshiness of her unguarded cunt. With a slow tormenting insistence, he drew her hair-lined pussy lips apart until the whole glistening pink slit was nakedly exposed to his cold-blooded stare. He eyed it like a snake would eye its prey, and then, with an animalish whimper that seemed to gurgle in his throat, the millionaire developer lowered his head again' to the soft compelling fragrance of his daughter-in-law's cunt. His tongue thrust wetly between her heated vaginal lips, slipping in and out of her fearfully cringing young pussy, tasting the pungent sweetness of her secret flesh and wringing a low moan of protest from Liz's throat.
The young blonde wife quivered anew from this degrading assault on her defenseless loins and her tightly-clenched buttocks squirmed away from his lips and tongue as if they possessed a mind of their own and were determined to make one last valiant attempt to escape the oral rape that was so imminent.
"Nnnnnnoooooooooooo!" she cried in shame and desperation, her head lifted as if for some masochistic reason she had to see her ravisher's vile incestuous act. Her head shook from side to side, and her eyes rolled in their sockets as if she were losing consciousness . . . this couldn't be real! It couldn't be happening! But it was!
Will's hands, eager for the thrilling touch of her young naked flesh, coursed ravenously up over the tiny swell of her belly and locked onto the full ripe mounds of her breasts, his fingers rolling her hardened nipples like tiny marbles. His mouth and tongue worked frantically between her trembling thighs at the widely-splayed tastiness of her cunt. His eyes would frequently dart upward, searching her face as her head flailed helplessly on the thick carpet for the tell-tale sign of absolute surrender. He was not content to merely take her bodily, or even to possess her . . . Will Bradley wanted her spirit broken first, for simple sexual surrender he could buy at the writing of a check. No, he wanted more, much more ... Liz would beg him for it before he fucked her, she'd beg him on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat! And then and only then would he give her the thrill of feeling his poker-hot hardness stuffed up there between those firm young thighs!
He laughed silently to himself as he pushed her knees back tightly against her nakedly straining breasts and spread her thighs at a painfully acute angle, exposing even more of her moist cuntal furrow to his greedy gaze . . . and to the serpent-like lashings of his relentless tongue! His thoughts rambled through a catalogue of wanton abuses he could inflict on her as she lay here like a helpless slave-girl at his feet . . . but one in particular caught his perverted fancy, and he chuckled in amusement as he flicked the tapered tip of his probing tongue into her tautly puckering anal opening. The naked young girl jerked at the sodomistic invasion of her most private orifice, and her back arched off the carpet as she struggled to squirm away from this latest degradation.
"God, no, don't! Not there!" she cried in humiliation. She could not bear now to look down between her upturned thighs and see his hungrily slavering mouth and tongue working frantically at her naked loins. She writhed desperately and vainly attempted to clench her ass-checks shut to ward off this unnatural assault, but the effort only seemed to incite the real estate man to greater fervor, and he made a deeper stab with his tonguetip that nearly penetrated into the deep velvety clutches of her rectum.
"Aaawwwwwww, nnnnnoooooo! Nnnnnnnooooooo!" she whimpered pitifully as her body writhed and squirmed from the unmitigated shame of this carnal plundering of her feminine treasures. Her breasts jiggled with abandoned humiliation beneath the doubled-back weight of her own legs, and she sobbed helplessly again and again.
But the real moment of shame and despair was yet to come . . . the moment her own body rebelled against what tattered shreds of decency she managed to clutch in her heart and began its own slow, relentless answer to the lust-inciting lavings of her husband's father. She fought her own lewd desires with the savagery of a woman's unleashed fury, a strength unlike any in the universe, but to no avail. It was a losing battle from the start, the age-old warfare of seduction, and she was doomed by her sex to lose . . . she had to lose!
Her teeth ground together in the vain, hopeless struggle to stand her ground against this craven surrender of her own flesh ... to allow these vile and despicable acts was shameful enough, but to let him force this final act of submission from her was unthinkable! Finally, her lungs filled so completely with air that her chest seemed about to burst, she expelled it all in one complete moan of absolute defeat. . . her body had won in this last desperate struggle to retain some semblance of honor.
Her shamelessly aroused flesh began to squirm with an age-old hunger and slowly her loins established a steady, lascivious rhythm that matched his lust-inciting tongue in a kind of blending of movements that eventually became as one, their flesh united in an impatient undulation of forbidden passion. Her hands reached down to his head and her fingers entwined in his hair, lovingly pressing his face tighter and more pleasingly against her upturned, wetly throbbing cunt.
Her shame was forgotten now, her humiliation discarded by the wayside along this wildly insane path to sexual fulfillment . . . she had not wanted this, she had fought it with every shred of her diminished will to resist . . . but now she was shamlessly aroused and she could not deny it. She could not hide from herself, and she knew that nothing mattered at this precious moment but the wanton offerings of incestuous lust that her husband's father was delivering at the altar of her naked loins.
Will Bradley smirked at her complete abandonment. He had sensed her surrender even before Liz realized it herself and with a grin of total victory on his cunt-moistened lips, he thrust his thick tongue deeply between the pulsating walls of her vagina and into the moist heat of her pussy-channel. Liz squirmed and bucked under the maddening, exquisite torture of her father-in-law's tongue-fucking until she feared she would scream into the night and alarm the entire population of Sutter Island. She had raised her head now and was holding it with one hand, the other curled in his hair . . . where before she had felt shame and was too humiliated to watch his lingual ravishment of her loins, now she felt a masochistic insistence to see it all. And the sight of his head bobbing in and out between her naked thighs only aroused her more!
In Liz's twisted and confused thoughts, it seemed that this magnificent licking and sucking of her cunt had gone on for days, even weeks ... an eternity of tongues and lips so deliciously caressing her lust-aroused loins!
But suddenly he pulled his mouth away from her wildly squirming pussy and it ended, as abruptly as a head-on collision, and the young married blonde woman found herself dizzily bewildered by the sudden lack of pleasure down there between her legs. She nearly cried out for him to put his head again between her thighs, but her shame took control once more of her brain and her body as the humiliation of her total surrender and her lewd willingness to participate in this lewd act surged into her consciousness to replace the sensations of thrilling arousal his tongue had given her. She had been lost in the abject wantonness of her sexual arousal, and now she had tumbled back to earth with a stunning jolt as his lips left her naked loins.
"Enough of that, sweetie," he smiled down at her, the corners of his mouth moist with her cuntal secretions. "Now I'm going to give you some of the real thing. I'm going to give you the best fucking you ever had! Look at my cock, honey! Look!" She stared with passion-glazed eyes at the immense fleshy hardness he held with both hands. "Get those legs open and give me room to work! Because now we're going to fuck!"
His one hand pulled her trembling thighs widely apart while he used the other to reach down between their nakedly entwined bodies and guide the thick rigidity of his blood-engorged cock up to the wetly-splayed lips of her vagina. Her head turned away from the sight of his bulk crouching over her nakedness, but she could not suppress the soft, whispered shudder of passion as she felt the lust-stirring heat of his cock's bulbous head probe electrically in the most sensitive flesh. She gasped for breath as the prodding insistence grew harder.
"Unngghh!" she rasped throatily as the blood-distended knob at the end of his huge cock popped between her tautly-stretched cuntal lips and eased stiffly into the first hot liquid inch of her vaginal cleft.
"N-No, pplllleassee!" she cried. The shame and humiliation of his slow, teasing entry was far worse than the act itself. He was drawing it out to the fullest, savoring every second of her squirming agony of his man-sized hardness bored relentlessly into her painfully stretched opening. He watched her tormented suffering as long as he could, and then with a cruel sadistic chuckle, he pushed his whole weight down onto her upturned naked loins and his hotly throbbing penis slowly sank into the tight clasping depths of her cunt. There was no stopping his inexorable ravishment once his hips had thrust their strength behind the punishing thickness of his cock. His virile hardness ravagingly parted the soft resilient walls of her pussy in one merciless thrust that cleaved deeply up into the pit of her belly. ..not until his heavily-bloated balls slapped with a lewd smacking sound against the hairless cleft of her buttocks did his pitiless skewering stop.
"Aaaggghhh! God, you're k-killing me, p-please, take it out! It's . . . it's too b-big! God, please!" she cried in hoarse, emotion-choked voice, but there was no power short of death itself that could stop him now! Never had she felt such an awesome thickness rammed in there up between her legs, filling her so completely that she was certain her vagina would be savagely torn apart by the merciless thrusts of his cock, that huge hardness that now lay embedded in her very belly, every cruel inch of it tautly enclosed by the painfully stretched walls of her cunt.
He breathed hotly into her ear. "It's getting to you, right, baby?" he whispered. "I've got a hunch nobody's been there before, honey. You've never had it so deep in your sweet little pussy!" He flexed his hotly throbbing cock far up in her belly and then chuckled heartlessly as she squirmed and gasped from the unexpected stirring of pleasure so deep inside her.
"Aaaawwwwww, p-please, Will! You . . . you don't have to make it any worse! Just do what you want. I won't fight you!"
Will Bradley laughed in her face and she smelled the pungent aroma of French cognac and her own cunt on his breath. "Oh. no, Liz, that's not the way we do it at all. I can get that kind of sex from a call girl ... I want something special from you."
"What . . . what do you mean? She was nearly afraid to ask.
"I want to hear you beg me for it . . . and mean it!"
Liz's eyes widened in disbelief - God, how could he be so cruel, so heartless! "No! Never! You've made me do this to save my home, but I'll never beg you!"
But Will Bradley only laughed and began a slow, torturous fucking rhythm in and out between her widely-splayed thighs. His tantalizing strokes were not more than an inch each way, but the teasing in and out movement was like heaping salt on an open wound. She hated herself as much as she hated him at this moment, for she could feel her body's continuing betrayal as the throbbing head of his huge cock sawed in and out scraping her clitoris every inch of the way and nudging her ultra-sensitive cervix at its deepest point, stirring wave after wave of naked lust that she was helpless to stop! She fought this one last battle with all the strength left at her command, for she knew it was the final ragged shred of her self-respect that was at stake ... there would never be any escaping the memories of this night if she gave this vile creature the satisfaction of hearing her beg. She had to hold out at all costs, she had to!
But Will only breathed into her face through the smirk of self-confidence that split his face. His thick pulsing organ eased a scant inch deeper and, as the naked young wife felt herself slipping over the edge, she struggled back with the last gasping shell of pride she still possessed.
"Beg me, bitch!" he spat venemously. "Beg me or I'll stick it right up your ass!"
Liz knew she could stand no more and she whimpered a faintly audible surrender. "Y-Yes, yes ... all right, you win!"
"I want to hear it! Say it like I told you!"
"Oh, damn it... fuck me! Fuck me!" she tearfully gasped, nothing left of her self-respect now but the memory. She was nothing but a slut now, a gutter-tramp!
Will laughed aloud, the triumphant chortle of the victor, as he felt the shivering surrender of her delectable young body to his prodding maleness . . . she was utterly and totally his, without reservation, shamelessly at his mercy!
His lips smacked wetly against hers and his tongue probed between his teeth as he began a lust-stirring rhythm of sexual ravishment between her thighs, every deep skewering thrust spreading the softness of her vaginal walls until she could wetly accommodate his huge cock. She groaned in hopeless subjugation beneath him, her eyes flooded with tears of defeat. Will Bradley smiled down at her, his lips moist with the fragrance of her mouth . . . "Squirm, Goddamn, you, squirm. I'll show you what a real man feels like in that tight pussy of yours! You'll never be satisfied with anybody else again when I've finished with you!"
Will knew he had not misjudged her . . . she was born a hot little piece of ass, and she'd stay that way until she was too old to care! She might have been a true and loyal wife when she crossed his threshold tonight, but he'd found that hidden vein of passion she tried so futilely to conceal and she'd never be the same again.
Urged on by her father-in-law's lewd skewering rhythm, Liz discovered that her shameless body was answering with its own rebellious movement . . . the agonizing flames of feminine passion were licking at her loins. She had lost completely to her husband's father, and perversely, even that knowledge worked against her, causing chills of masochistic surrender to course through her helplessly writhing young body as she felt Will Bradley's cock begin a deeper, more punishing rhythm as it fucked relentlessly in and out of her quivering young cunt.
She groaned pitifully into the smothering wetness of his mouth as he heaped kiss after kiss on her lips and then, with a gesturing act of total surrender, she shoved her own tongue back against his until their moans and gasps mingled as one. Her face and shoulders glistened with the streams of perspiration that trickled from her forehead. Her nostrils flared luridly in the flickering firelight and her blonde hair sparkled like so much spun gold. Her whole body twitched and undulated beneath him. her naked flesh shamelessly grinding against his as she matched his impaling cock-thrusts with a salacious rotation of her hips which brought every tingling nerve ending in her vaginal passage into electrifying contact with his pistoning male shaft.
Will Bradley took his hands from her shoulders and moved them down slowly over her soft skin, casually caressing the smooth firmness of her proud young breasts, crushed now beneath her own knees, until he reached the womanly curve of her hips. He reached around them and tightly grabbed a cheek of her buttocks in each huge palm and squeezed them cruelly. His mind played back through time to that afternoon on Powell Street in downtown San Francisco . . . God, how he had hungered for the feel of her ass as she flirtaciously wiggled it in her mini-skirt! And now he had all of her, as naked as a jaybird! The staggering realization drove him up the wall in rabid lust ... she was his, every naked inch of her!
Her softly resilient buttocks were clenching and unclenching in perfect rhythm with his deeply thrusting hardness; he pushed deeper into her belly and she quivered like a bitch in heat beneath him and splayed her thighs inhumanly apart to grant him greater access. Goddamn, what a cock-lover she was! Already he was giving her more than she'd ever had, and she was begging for more!
"Mmmmmmmm, it's so deep, Will, soooo deep!" she murmured. "Harder, pppppleeeeassseee! Push it as deep as you can! Hard!"
He answered with a vicious quickening of his thrusts, every hotly throbbing inch of his cock deeply embedded in the hot liquid depths of her tight pussy! He knew she was almost ready to cum like a million pounds of TNT and he levered up over her until he was fucking almost straight down into her vagina, his jackhammer thrusts boring deeply with a hard, driving rhythm that had her thrashing about under him like an animal impaled with a spear.
"Ooooohhhhh . . . Oooooooohhhhh . . . Oooooooohhhhh!" Her whimpering cry was a mindless chant up into his face now, and her eyes and mouth were all twisted in an expression of wild forbidden abandon. He pushed her thighs even further apart so that her naked breasts would rub incitingly against his chest; her nipples were hard as little pebbles and excitedly throbbing beneath him. And still his relentless skewering cadence continued to hurtfully plunder the untried depths of her cunt.
A grunt of wanton agony . . . and then she shuddered with the naked fury of her orgasm.
A A A AAAAA A AAAaaaaaaaa wwwwwwww!" she cried as her body squirmed and tossed so frantically it seemed she would come apart at the joints.
Her wildly convulsing cunt opened like a morning flower at the first rays of dawn, and her womb closed tightly about the bulbous head of his cock in expectant desire . . . his long-suppressed climax followed hers by only seconds and with a groan of relief, he arched his back to meet her as she doubled up from the carpeted floor and thrust her loins against him with unexpected strength. They clung together like that for a few moments, touching only at the incestuous union of their naked loins, as Will Bradley's hotly ejaculating sperm gushed up into the hidden recesses of his daughter-in-law's belly.
Quickly the discomfort of widely-spread thighs and obscenely twisted hips began to return to a brain sensitive a few seconds before only to the erotic excitement of her orgasm, and Liz Bradley managed to lower her legs and straighten them with a gasp of pain. Her husband's father heaved himself up from the floor in a push-up position and she crawled, shaking hysterically, from beneath him. She glanced down between their bodies and caught one last glimpse of his huge wetly glistening penis as it slipped from her reluctantly-yielding cuntal grip. It hung there for an instant, poised at the sensitive ravished flesh of her cuntal lips and then flopped down between her thighs, leaving a lurid smear of stickiness like an Inquisitor's mark across her loins.
"Maria, we can't! This is crazy!" the younger Bradley man had gasped in astonishment minutes ago as his father's gorgeous wife suddenly bared herself to the waist in unmistakable offering.
"What's wrong, you don't want me? Am I not pretty enough for you?" she asked seductively, her head cocked slightly and her Latin eyes flashing with the promise of hot-blooded excitement.
"No, no Maria, it's not that. It's . . . it's ..." His voice broke off to a stammer as she opened the zipper of his trousers and her fingers curled hotly around the growing hardness of his cock. "Oh, shit . . . we just can't ..."
She pushed her dress down over her hips with her free hand, squirming frantically to extricate herself from the restrictive garment. A gasp of admiration greeted the sight of her rich womanly thighs, their lighter insides in stark contrast to the sun-bronzed hue of the rest of her body. She tugged and yanked at her bikini-style panties until they too were down around her knees and then she stepped clear of the whole crumpled pile . . . she was absolutely naked! Jeff could barely stand to look down at the full, voluptuous beauty of her goddess-like body!
He ached in his "Kiss me here, Jeff. . . kiss me before I die!" she moaned, offering up her large, dark-nippled breast. He hesitated, but the maleness between his legs urged him on beyond all reason and he leaned over and fastened his lips on the large, goose-bumped mound at the tip of her voluptuous breast. She gasped at the first searing touch of his hot hungry mouth against her sensitive flesh, and the thought of her husband probably doing the same thing - or much worse - with this man's wife stirred her emotion-wracked thoughts even more!
Suddenly, Jeff began to fondle and caress and search her nakedness with a fervent passion of his own ... his hands could not bear the agony of not touching her when she was so close, so vulnerable ... so goddamn naked! He rubbed her buttocks in tiny teasing circles of arousal, gently pulling apart the softly yielding ass-cheeks as he moved his probing fingers upward to the warm cleft of her ass.
His hands came together and slid down the narrow hairless cleft to the moistly inviting slit of her fevered cunt; he felt her widen the gap between her thighs in anxious offering and then his fingers curled in the damp dark hair up between her legs. She was already moist and hot there, her vaginal lips slightly pouting and blood-engorged in an impatience to be fucked.
"Oh, Jeff, darling," she murmured. "Stick your finger in there! Put your finger in my cunt!" She gripped his hotly pulsating cock tighter and pulled it out into the open so she could feel its whole hard length with her caressing fingertips. His finger parted the sparse dampness of her pubic hair and then began its lewd insinuation between the smooth fleshy walls of her vagina. She moaned again and an idea suddenly sparked in her mind and then exploded like a roman-candle . . . she knew what she wanted to do, what she must do! Never, never had she hungered for this act, but with Jeff somehow, it seemed right, almost mystically correct! She wanted her husband's son in her mouth!
She ached for his warmly throbbing penis there where his father had so rudely shoved his own so many times! Only this time, it would be different . . . there would be no force, no shame, only desire!
She lowered her head and began to kiss her way down the front of his body, unbuttoning his shirt as she inched closer to his waist. Then, his pants and undershorts came easily and her moistly clinging lips began to move in a lewd hunger over his abdomen and into the thick curly hairs above his thick rigid penis. He reached down and placed both his hands gently behind her head, pushing her face towards his wildly pulsing cock. Then an agonizing groan broke the stillness as her soft warm lips first brushed the sensitive head of his penis. . . God, it was wild! His father's wife down on her knees and nibbling at his cock!
Maria's lips opened in a taut oval and her head moved closer to his hard muscular loins; her hands reached around his slim hips and she felt him shudder as the tight circle of her wetly heated mouth slipped over the head of his cock like a second foreskin. He groaned again as her tongue began to lick the lust-swollen head and sensitive underside of his penis; it was nearly ready to explode with boiling cum right now! Her lips were smooth and moistly lubricated with her saliva, and it felt like an incredibly tight pussy, only this one had a tongue wildly licking inside! She seemed to surround his hardness with soft yielding moistness, the tender inner softness of her tongue lovingly caressing the stiffened length of his cock. He pressed against the hollowing sides of her cheeks and felt her close even tighter about his rigidity.
The pressure grew insanely in his lust-heated balls as her tongue curled its way along the shuddering length of his cock. She sucked fervently, hungrily, her face pressed suffocatingly against his hair-covered loins until he wondered how she even breathed. Occasionally, she pulled her lips away from its hotly pulsating length and licked tormentingly at his leathery testicles, her throat issuing tiny gurgling sounds of sheer abandon. The pressure building in his cum-filled testicles was becoming unbearable and as he looked down at the beautiful dark-haired girl kneeling subserviently in front of him, his cock seemed to swell and lengthen to incredible dimensions... his whole body seemed, in his lust-stirred thoughts, to be flowing inexorably into the long pole of desire that snaked wetly between his mother-in-law's ovaled lips!
Maria sucked to satisfy him ... to end it for him. Her head was bobbing up around his warmly pulsating cock with a joy she'd never known with her cruel husband. She groaned in salacious pleasure and knew that at any moment he was going to fill her mouth with his white hot sperm, and she wanted it - wanted to please her husband's son. In some way it would be her retribution . . . getting even with Will for his cruelty to her . . . for all those times he'd force her to do the very thing she was willingly doing to the son he hated. She locked her tightly ovalled lips around Jeff's thrusting cock and stared up into his lust-contorted face. A tender, pleased smile bathed her face as she heard the low animal like moans of pleasure erupting from his throat.
Suddenly, Jeff locked his hands around Maria's bobbing head, ramming his cock deep into the soft sucking warmth of her mouth, and felt the familiar electrifying tingle inside his sperm-filled balls. But then, before the first surging waves of release could hit him, he heard a car drive into the attached garage. Like a bucket full of cold water in his face, he gasped as he realized that it must be Liz returning from her visit with his father.
A stunned and confused Maria knelt on the floor in front of him, her lips slightly parted, and stared at him as he quickly pulled his saliva-coated cock from her tightly ovalled lips and began forcing it into his pants. He was already reaching for the zipper when she asked, "Wha . . . ?"
"Goddamnit, didn't you hear the car," he gasped before she could finish. "Get up from there. Put on your clothes. Act like nothing happened."
Maria frantically dressed, but had to stuff her panties in her purse. Seconds later they heard the steps and the key being turned in the lock. Jerkily, the dark-haired girl brushed her hand across her saliva-smeared lips and straightened her hair. She stared up at her husband's son with fear-stricken eyes, but Jeff was already filling their glasses from the open Scotch bottle as though he were as innocent as a new-born lamb.
When Liz came into the room she was surprised to see Maria there, especially after she'd just come from having sex with her husband. Nervously she stared at the older woman and said, "I didn't . . . you should have told me you were coming."
"I just stopped by," Maria answered with a guilty smile. "I . . . wondered if you'd like to join the Junior League. Jeff said you wouldn't be gone long so I waited."
"Junior League?" Liz asked blankly as she turned to look at her husband standing beside her. There was something wrong - she could sense it, Oh God! Did they know what she had been doing with her father-in-law? Did it show on her face?
"Well, I thought you might like to come to our next meeting with me," Maria said as she stood up and prepared to leave. "But, you can call me and let me know." She was in a hurry to get out of here before the younger girl sensed what had been happening.
"Yes . . . yes, I will. Thanks ..." Liz followed her step-mother-in-law to the door with Jeff close behind her.
The young couple watched Maria get into her car and drive away before closing the door and moving back into the room. Liz's mind was in a turmoil as she nervously tried to decide whether to tell her husband about what had transpired between her father-in-law and herself. While at the same time. Jeff had already decided that confession was out for him. Liz would blame him for what had happened with Maria and probably leave him, taking his only son with her. No, he'd have to keep that a secret for the rest of his life. His thoughts were private ones and he didn't hear his name the first time Liz spoke.
"Jeff . . . Jeff . . . darling," she stammered, knowing now that she had to tell him about his father. I . . . I . . . went to see your father tonight."
"I know . . . Maria told me," he said casually, but then added, angrily, "I told you I didn't want his help. Why did you go against my wishes?"
"I ... I thought I could help you work things out so we could keep our house," she trembled in remembrance. "It wouldn't be the same as you asking him ... I thought."
"Well, I don't want his money. I don't want his help. I don't want that son of a bitch to do anything for me." Jeff snapped as he lifted his glass to his mouth and drank the fiery liquid.
"Oh Jeff! If I had only listened to you . .. if ... I ... " the young wife dropped down on the sofa and covered her face with her hands and sobbed as she continued to stammer out her confession. "Oh God! It was terrible . . . he's a cruel man ... he made me ... it was the only way to get the money."
With a sudden lunge toward his wife, Jeff grabbed her arm and painfully pulled her upward until her face was only inches from his angry eyes. "What the hell do you mean? Made you?" Suddenly his eyes widened and he recoiled as if he had been struck. "Jesus! No! No! You . . . you fucked him!"
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes ..." she moaned, her head swinging from side to side in shame and disgust. "Oh God . . . honey! He forced me to kiss him, and then he tore my clothes off and raped me."
Jeff stared in open-mouthed amazement, still holding his wife's arm in a painful grip. It was difficult for him to absorb what Liz was saying. She was fucking with his old man at the same time his step-mother had sucked his cock. But, that was different! He hadn't done anything .. . Maria was the guilty one! And yet, that was also true with Liz and his father. Liz had been forced into it the same way as he had been seduced by Maria!
"Liz! Why? Why did you let him?" Jeff suddenly felt old and inadequate. He'd failed to take care of his wife and provide for her. That made him unfit to be her husband. Instinctively he knew that if he'd told her about the perverted things his father had forced his mother to do, about his cruelty, she would never have gone alone to see him. With a heavy feeling of guilt, he put his arms around her and held her close as he whispered, "Liz, baby, I don't care what you did. It's not your fault. You were helpless with a man like my father."
"But, he gave us the money . . . and that was just his way of getting his money's worth." Liz trembled as she pulled away from her husband and walked to the sofa and sat down. "I suppose I could have stopped it, but I didn't want to lose our home," she added resignedly.
"The bastard! The son-of-a-bitching bastard! He took advantage of your weakness," Jeff roared angrily as he pounded his fist against the wall. "I'll take his money and shove it down his fucking throat! I'll have him arrested for rape."
"No! No," Liz whimpered with fear. "You can't do that. Who would believe you? They would never call it rape and the scandal would ruin both of us. We have the money, I paid for it with my body! Oh God! Let's forget it!"
"Okay, you earned the money as a prostitute, but forget it? Oh, no, never! And besides that, I'll never use his money."
"Please, darling! Why not use it? He doesn't need it and we do," the young wife pleaded.
Jeff stopped his angry pacing and his voice was ominously quiet. "Maybe you were the one who seduced him. Maybe it was necessary to get the money and save your precious home!"
"Jeff!"
"Well, you don't seem very fucking sorry about it," he snapped.
"Look, I went to see him and asked him for the money to pay our bills ... he told me what I had to do to get it ... I wouldn't do it. He raped me. Then I accepted the money . . . that's all there is to it," she said woodenly, and then lay back on the sofa and closed her eyes. "I guess I could have stopped him, but it was the only way." She felt soiled and her husband's rebuke wasn't helping to ease her shame-tortured mind.
"You bitch! You whoring bitch! You willingly let him do it . . . you wanted him to fuck you," Jeff spat, and then added, "I suppose he had you sucking his filthy cock like he used to make my mother."
"Please, Jeff! Don't talk like that," she whimpered. Oh God, she had to get away from his accusing stare. That, combined with her own shameful guilt, was too much. "It's too late to change it now. It's already been done! I've been humiliated enough for one night. I'm going to bed."
"The hell you are! You'll go to bed when I tell you to go," the young husband angrily snapped. "You think you can do this to me and get by with it?"
"I'm sorry, darling ... so sorry that it happened, but there's no way of changing it now. I love you, but I'm too tired to talk about it any more tonight."
"Good! You go to bed, but I'm not sleeping with a fucking whore like you." Jeff snarled impotently.
Liz recoiled as if she had been slapped in the face, and he saw that the hurt had gone far deeper. Tears welled up in her eyes and began flowing down both cheeks.
The young husband knew he was being unreasonable and that his own guilt should have made him more understanding of his father's seduction of his wife, but the thought of Liz being treated the same way as his mother was too much for the young man to accept.
And then, troubled and despairing, he slowly moved down the hallway and up the stairs to the guest room. Christ! If only he'd had the guts to confess to Liz, he could be in bed with her now, holding her close, and making love to her. The thought of her voluptuous naked body almost made him relent and go to her, but his fierce pride forced him to remove the bedspread, pull back the sheets, and go to bed alone where he tossed restlessly all night, going over and over in his mind the events of the evening.
Chapter Seven
Maria slept very little that night. Her guilty conscience gave her nightmares, and when she awoke the next morning she knew what she had to do. She could not live with the guilt of having seduced Jeff. She would have to go to Liz and explain how it happened. She would tell her that it was all her fault and beg her forgiveness. After all, why should Jeffs innocent wife have to suffer for the awful things Will had forced her to do. She knew that she had married her husband for money and deserved his treatment, but Liz had innocently become involved with her husband's family. Jeff should have told her about his father. It would have prevented the visit that had started a chain of events that would never be forgotten.
Slowly she showered and dressed in a Dior original that she'd bought their last trip to Paris and, as she stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her image, she wished that instead of all the wealth, she had a young husband like Jeff, and could be happy like Liz. But, that was impossible now. She'd married Will for his money and he'd been good to her family. If she wanted to protect her mother from scrubbing floors again, she would have to stay with him and endure his humiliations.
Maria left her dressing room and walked down the hallway to the stairs that would take her down to the main floor and the door that led outside to freedom. Always, when she left the big colonial home, she felt as though she had escaped from prison. Quickly she swung out the door and hurried to the garage, slid into the car and started the engine. Anxiously she drove down the street and across town to her husband's son's home. It was now ten o'clock and she hoped that Liz would be there. She knew she should have telephoned, but she was afraid that Jeff had told her what happened and would hang up on her.
In about thirty minutes she drove into the younger Bradleys' driveway and turned off the ignition. She opened the door and stepped out of the sports car and nervously walked to the door. When it came time to ring the bell, she almost panicked and left, but with effort she put her finger on the button and pushed.
From the bedroom the young wife heard the doorbell and sighed unhappily. She didn't want to see anyone today. Earlier, she had told the baby-sitter to take her son to the park so she could be alone. Now, she would have to find out who was at the door. As she hurried down the stairs, she told herself that she'd get rid of whoever it was and go back to bed.
When she opened the door and saw Maria standing there, she gasped in surprise and mumbled, "Maria! Come. . . come in."
"I'm sorry to bother you, Liz, but I need to talk to you," the dark-haired Spanish girl pleaded. "I won't be long."
"It's okay. Come upstairs to the bedroom with me. I'll get dressed."
"Liz, I have to tell you something. I'm not a very nice woman," Maria stammered as they climbed the stairs to the second floor of the split-level home.
"Be serious. You're very nice, Maria. I like you and so does Jeff," the young blonde answered reassuringly as she entered the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the rumpled king-sized bed. "None of us are perfect."
"I know, but I'm a cheat . . . among other things."
And then, before she could stop herself, Maria was confessing to the young woman how she'd come to see Jeff while her husband was with Liz. She told of how she'd seduced her step-son, and that she had done the exact same thing to him that her own husband forced her to do every night. She explained that she had wanted to have oral sex with Jeff, and that she had known what she was doing all along. But, she also explained to Liz that in some demented way she was using Jeff to get even with her husband.
She told of her lewd delight as her lips slowly and lovingly ovalled around his warmly pulsating penis and slid back and forth over his hardened shaft. How exciting it was to kneel in humble supplication before Jeff's naked loins and watch his wetly glistening flesh pistoning in and out of her mouth.
"But," the dark-haired Spanish woman ended, "You interrupted us and it ended before he could cum."
"My God," the wide-eyed young blonde gasped as she lay back on the bed, her sheer nightgown falling aside, revealing her nakedly upthrust breath. "My God! Why didn't he tell me? Why did he act like the injured party when he'd been doing the same thing I had?"
"Wha . . . what do you mean?" Maria gasped, knowing full well what she was going to hear.
"You came here to make a confession to me?" Liz gasped, fighting to control the nervous laughter which threatened to erupt from her throat. "When I went to see your husband last night, I wanted to get some money to save us from bankruptcy, but he had other plans."
"So, that's why he wanted to get rid of me."
"Yes, he must have planned it from the moment I telephoned him. If I had only known, I would never have gone."
"What happened? Did he rape you, or did you do it willingly," Maria asked dejectedly, not really caring any more.
"A little of both," Liz mumbled and shivered as she remembered how she'd lost control and enjoyed the lewd act. "I didn't want to, but it was that or lose our home. Do you understand what it's like to be poor? To live in a cheap apartment with just enough space to move around? Well, I do!"
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," Maria whispered as she dropped to the bed beside the distraught young blonde and slowly caressed her thigh. "And the reason I'm sorry is that I know exactly what it's like. That's the reason why I married Will."
"Maria! I didn't know!" Liz stared in wonder at the well-dressed, sophisticated young brunette and found it difficult to believe she'd ever been poor. She felt a sudden need to console the unhappy young woman who was her father-in-law's young wife and she whispered, "I'm sorry! I should never have gone to beg from Will Bradley, but the thought of losing this house was more than I could bear." The young blonde covered her face with her hands as the tears began streaming down her face.
"You're too innocent. Although I'm not much older than you are," Maria sighed, "I have learned the hard way that you don't trust anyone."
As the older woman spoke, Liz completely lost control and openly sobbed out her misery. Lying on the bed beside her dark-haired step-mother-in-law, she moaned, "Oh God! Now Jeff will leave me, and without him I don't want the house."
Maria stared down at the sobbing young wife and felt a strange feeling of mother-protection for the distraught blonde woman. A mixture of emotions began to race through her ... a combination of sympathy and excitement. As her gaze fell to the girl's nakedly trembling breasts, she felt an uncontrollable urge to reach down and caress her daughter-in-law's soft firm mounds and comfort her.
"Don't cry," Maria murmured as she caressed the blonde's cheek. "Look, it'll be all right. I'm sure Jeff will think about it and realize that you're no guiltier than we are.*"
"No! He'll never forgive me for making a fool of him. His own father! How could I?" she moaned.
And then, almost as if with a mind of its own, Maria's hand timidly reached out and caressed Liz's softly quivering breast, crooning soft gentle assurances to her. The moment she felt the warm flesh, Maria remembered an incident of a long time ago.
It had happened when she was only fourteen years old. She had an older girlfriend in school who had befriended her. The girl had taught her many things about her sensually awakening body, but most important of all, the girl had given her the only gentle sex that Maria had ever 'known. It had happened so long ago that she'd forgotten all about it . . . remembering only the cruelness her husband had taught her.
Liz felt the older woman's gentle caress and she lifted her hands from her face to stare into her hotly gazing eyes. "Wha . . . what are you doing?" she gasped, sensations of a forbidden pleasure already fluttering from her sensitive nipples.
Maria smiled and sighed, "Liz . . . you're beautiful! I love your breasts."
The confused young wife slowly reacted as she saw the dark-haired woman's rapidly heaving chest, her desire-glazed eyes, and felt the power of her firm caress. She didn't understand what was happening, but she believed it was wrong.
"No . . . Maria . . . don't..." she stammered and pushed the older woman's hand away from her nakedly tingling flesh. She shuddered from the lewd excitement rippling through her loins and knew that if the teasing caresses continued she would want it to continue.
"Don't be afraid," Maria soothed, as she slid the nylon material of Liz's gown sensuously down off her soft white shoulders and gently forced it downward until only her legs and lower belly were still covered. "I didn't know you had such a beautiful body."
"No . . . don't do that ... I'm not . . . " the young blonde was horrified at the idea of lesbian love, but the trembling sensations that enveloped her entire body were so overpowering that she found it difficult to fight them. Yet, despite the bubbling passion, Liz's mind was a turmoil of doubt and apprehension. The lewd desires that were emanating from the older woman's touch were subtly taking control of her brain. Her unwanted excitement built as Maria slowly slid her hand downward and began a slow circular caressing of her gown-covered vaginal mound.
Maria's own level of desire was almost to the- point of explosion, but she knew it would be easy to frighten her step-daughter-in-law, so she continued her slow gentle seduction as she crooned, "Liz . . . we've both been mistreated by our men. We need each other, darling. Let me make you feel good. I promise you that you'll like it. It's the most wonderful satisfaction of all love-making."
"But . . . that's . . . that's not normal . . . lesbian ... are you ..." Liz stammered as she fought to control the strange sensations of need welling up in her vagina.
"No . . . I'm not a lesbian . . . but I have had a girl make love to me before ... a long time ago," Maria crooned as she resumed her maddening caresses of the younger woman's lushly ripened breasts.
"But ... I don't want ... no ... I can't ..." the blonde wife gasped as she reached down to pull her gown back up over her naked body, but at the same time she was thrilled to her core at the delicious sensations and wanted them to continue.
"Yes, you can . . . and you want to ... I can tell you like it," Maria's voice trembled with lust and her own vaginal passage was flooded with moisture of desire. "Jeff is punishing you ... so why not?"
"No ... I don't want to think about that ... I want to forget about my husband ... it hurts too much," Liz moaned and shuddered in uncontrollable excitement as the forbidden hunger caused her wetly heated cunt to reverberate like a little drum.
She felt Maria's gentle caressing fingers sliding over her lust-tautened belly and then sliding downward again to caress her sensitive inner thighs, brushing now and then across her nylon-gown-covered pussy mound. She tried to jerk away, knowing that it was insanity to allow it to continue, but abruptly Maria became bolder and quickly slid her outstretched middle finger down over the nightgown toward her moistly throbbing vaginal slit. Tracing the outline of the young blonde's lust-swollen cunt lips, she teasingly forced the sheer nightgown into Liz's hotly flowing slit and gently pressed her fingers forward. With feather-like strokes, she stroked back and forth, forcing a tortured moan from the squirming young girl's lust-hoarsened throat.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Oh God . . . don't. No ... no ... no ... " Liz groaned as she fought the almost ungovernable impulse to respond to the maddening sensations. But even as she pleaded with the older woman, her hips were jerking upwards, lewdly demanding even more of the tantalizing caresses.
"Relax, baby, relax!" Maria crooned. "I'm going to get rid of your gown now, so I can give you even greater pleasure."
The young blonde's desire-enraptured body had captivated her sensitivity and she fell back onto the bed unable to fight the overpowering need for the beautiful Mexican woman's caresses. She even lifted her hips in agreement as the dark-haired girl slid the gown down the full length of her long slender legs and let it fall carelessly to the floor beside the bed.
Liz gasped with a combination of shame and uncontrollable desire as Maria's hands caressed her naked buttocks, spreading them apart and inserting an outstretched finger to stroke the sensitive slit before moving it upward to the liquid heat of her wetly quivering pussy. Sensations of blatant lust inundated her trembling belly and exploded in her pulsating vaginal passage as the older woman gently pulled her trembling legs apart to completely expose her golden-haired pussy.
With a low groan of hunger, Maria slid to the floor beside the bed and knelt between the younger wife's legs as they dangled over the edge of the bed. Suddenly, moaning with uncontrollable lust, Maria lowered her face and pressed her watering mouth against the warm moist flesh of Liz's succulent little cunt.
"Aaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oooohhhh God ... no ... " the young blonde gasped. "Oh no . . . Mariaaaaaaaa . . . Aaaggg hhhhhhh! Stop!"
But the older woman couldn't have stopped now if her life had depended on it. And it was too late for Liz as well! They both knew that! Liz had allowed it to go too far, and she really hadn't the willpower to make any further effort to stop the forbidden act. Sighing in surrender and pleasure, she closed her eyes and let the rapture flow like warm honey over her. Revelling in this obscene licking of her sensitive vaginal flesh, she began pumping her hips up and down against the wet impaling tongue.
The brunette step-mother-in-law lifted her head and her brown eyes glittered when they locked on the younger woman's satiny pink pussy where a single, pearl-colored drop of warm moisture glistened. Unhesitantly, she flicked out her tongue and dipped it deep inside the quivering, hair-rimmed hole. A shiver of lewd lust rifled through her kneeling body at its tangy taste, and she drew her wet tongue from the point where Liz's enticing cuntal slit enjoined the smooth cleft between her rounded ass cheeks, lightly tracing the thin cuntal slit dividing its fleshy lips upward to its peak. She felt the excited tremor fluttering over the young blonde's curvaceous body and with both thumbs, she brushed aside the curling blonde pussy curls, spreading the hotly pulsing pussy lips until the tiny clitoris was revealed to her. Slowly she licked upward until her tongue tip touched the sensitive nub, and felt the girl's body stiffen as if she had touched a live wire. Using the stiffened point, she licked and teased the young blonde's erected clitoris until a whimpering shudder of lewd delight escaped the hopelessly aroused young wife's lust-constricted throat.
Unable to control her movements, Liz raised up on her elbows and stared down at the kneeling woman between her widespread knees. Her eyes opened wide and she gaped in inflamed delight as she saw Maria's mouth pressed into her wetly throbbing pussy. She could see the edges of pink flesh where the older woman held her vaginal slit wide open, and each time she took a swipe with her tongue, such a jolt of pleasure surged through her veins that Liz was forced to gasp with overpowering lust. She watched the brunette's face nuzzle into the sensitive layers of her throbbing cunt and realized that the revulsion she had felt earlier had turned into sweet rapture, the likes of which she had never before experienced. It was a joy, a delight, she wanted to share.
"Ooohhhhh . . . ooohhhhhhh ..." Liz moaned continuously as her step-mother-in-law sucked and licked at her erotically quivering clitoris. Maria's hot probing tongue drew downward and then smoothly slid upward again eliciting even louder groans of wantonness from the younger woman. And then, without warning, her pleasure flared and intensified as she felt the stiffened tongue rotating against the sensitive inner walls of her steaming vagina and thrusting deep inside her innermost flesh, devouring her -scouring her! Her quivering ass-cheeks were pressed into the mattress beneath the onslaught of the older woman's maddening tongue when suddenly she felt a movement. . . and her hotly throbbing cunt was empty!
"Oh . . . no . . . You can't stop now," she protested weakly and had started to raise up to look, when she felt the wet teasing tongue sliding downward until it was worming into the tiny, super-sensitive ring of her anus.
"Aaarrrggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" the young blonde wife moaned, revelling in the marvelous sensations that threatened to blank out her mind.
Suddenly, she felt it moving back upward until it was once again buried inside her hotly seething vagina, and she knew that nothing else in the world mattered now but Maria's pleasure-giving tongue. As the older woman teased the intricate little bud of her clitoris, she knew that she wanted more . . . much more of her sweetly licking caresses against her secret feminine flesh. She had to have more of the ecstatic tongue slithering across her already impossibly distended clitoral nub.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Oh God . . . lick it harder . . . suck it . . . Eat it!" Liz gasped as her trembling buttocks rose up off the mattress to meet Maria's probing tongue.
The older woman hungrily nibbled at the succulent moisture of the blonde pussy, her licking tongue fucking like a miniature penis in and out of the gaping hair-lined crevice of intimate flesh.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . more ... I want more . . . Aaaggghhhhhhhhh!" Liz groaned as she ground her inflamed cunt up into the older woman's face. She had to have satisfaction. Ease her hotly throbbing vagina ... or she would go insane.
Maria increased her sucking motions and took the already sensitive nub of the younger woman's clitoris between her teeth and with a gently grinding movement drove her to an even higher insanity of desire.
One of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced exploded deep inside Liz's belly, and her naked young body convulsed as she whimpered out her forbidden delight. Maria continued to lick away the warmly flowing cum, bringing on an additional climax - and then a third! -as she nibbled at the quivering vaginal flesh of the writhing blonde girl.
Chapter Eight
Jeff Bradley had been sitting in his office, tormented by the thoughts of his lovely blonde wife. Mentally, he was far too preoccupied to accomplish anything of a business nature. The lewd vision of Liz and his father nakedly entwined together returned again and again to haunt him. He tried to rationalize the pressures that drove her to ask his father for money knowing full well that it was his own fault. He was guilty of not realizing how important the house was to her.
And as for committing adultry! Hadn't he been the first one to do that? Not only had he allowed his father's young wife to perform oral sex on him, suck his cock, but was guilty of adultery before that. Jesus! If it only were not his father! His own father! That made it more difficult for him to accept.
As he fought with the rationale of Liz's actions as well as his own, he wondered if his father had really put the two thousand dollars in their bank account, or if he had just been playing with Liz.
Casually, he reached across the desk and picked up the telephone and called the bank. He was surprised to hear the cash department tell him that they had a deposit of $2,000 earlier that morning. And for a moment he wished he could keep the money and pay off their debts so Liz could keep her house, but he knew that it was only a wish.
Suddenly, he knew he could accept bankruptcy, disgrace, anything but the loss of his wife and son. He would have to forgive and forget, but he would return the money to his father sell the house and start all over again.
Feeling strangely elated and anxious to tell Liz that everything was going to be all right, he decided to go home and talk to her. Whistling a long forgotten tune, he left the office, went to his car and drove down the street toward his home. As he stopped the car in the driveway he decided to not put it in the garage, so he turned off the ignition, got out and hurried to the front door. Momentarily, he cringed at the thought of living in an apartment again, but then, shrugging his shoulders and still smiling, he entered the house.
Just inside the door he paused and listened to the unusual quietness. Thoughtfully, he continued down the hallway to the main part of the house, wondering why Liz hadn't heard him come in. She usually met him and greeted him in the hallway, but maybe she was upset with him ... or had left him! It was almost noon and the baby should be having his lunch by now.
Believing that his wife was still in bed and probably pouting about last night, he tiptoed up the stairs planning on surprising her. Lifting one foot after the other he moved from the stairs to the hallway and silently stepped to the bedroom door. The door was open and he paused beside the wall preparing himself for the sudden entrance he was going to make. Maybe he'd just jump right on top of her and fuck her before she knew what was happening. That way she wouldn't be able to say no . . . even if she was mad at him.
Suddenly, he froze! A strange groaning sound had erupted from the room in front of him. His face paled and he stood in silence listening to the moaning cries, knowing they could only be cries of lust. Suddenly a red fog of anger engulfed his mind. The slut! The filthy slut! No wonder she was still in bed . . . and he had been going to forgive her!
"Aaaaggghhhhh!" He heard the lewd groan and his face contorted in anger. No! His father wouldn't have the nerve to come to this house! He should know that he took the chance of getting the hell knocked out of him if he even came to the door, much less be caught in bed with Liz! Surely he had better sense than that. But, who could it be!
"Oh God . . . lick it . . . eat my pussy, darling!" he heard a female voice, but it wasn't Liz! It was Maria ... his stepmother! What was she doing here? And what had happened to Liz?
Curiosity abruptly overcame his anger and moved him to find out what was happening in his own bedroom. He leaned around the open door and stared into the room. The sight of the nakedly entwined female bodies on the rumpled bed made him stare in confused surprise. The lewdly writhing women were unaware of his presence, and in their lustful desire they wouldn't have seen him anyway.
Jeff saw Maria lying on her back, her lewdly gaping thighs far apart with Liz kneeling between them, her naked buttocks waving behind her in hungry agitation. He was shocked into sudden immobility as he stared at the obscene lesbian scene in front of him. When he did finally comprehend that it was his wife who was actually licking the widely splayed cunt of his beautiful young step-mother and enjoying every second of it, he shook his head back and forth in disbelief. No! Not Liz! But it was!
He stared in shocked amazement as his naked wife hungrily nibbled at Maria's wetly gaping pussy. His eyes were glued to her erotically licking tongue as she thrust it into the writhing pink flesh and then drew it out again to orally caress the hair-lined vaginal lips.
"Ooohhhhh . . . more ... I want more . . . Aaaahhhhhhhh . . . that's it . . . lick it harder," Maria groaned as she ground her lust-inflamed vagina up into the younger woman's face. Unaware of her husband standing at the door, Liz wanted to satisfy Maria just the same wonderful way she had been taken care of earlier.
Jeff listened to the torrent of lewd entreaties spewing from the Mexican girl's lust-constricted throat and was angry and disappointed with his wife. He had never suspected that she had lesbian tendencies. He thought she was too much woman to ever get involved with another woman. Was this part of the price she had to pay for the $2,000? He wanted to turn and run . . . far, far away from the perverted vision in front of him, but he simply couldn't move. It was just as though his feet were rooted to the spot. It was horrible! And yet ... it was strangely exciting. He felt the pressure in his testicles building up and then the front of his pants began to balloon outward as his long thick cock grew into rock-hardness. And even as he felt his anger building to an uncontrollable pitch, he unconsciously reached down and caressed his painful erection.
"Aaagghhhhh . . . Ooohhhh . . . that's so nice . . . your sweet tongue licking my pussy ... so nice ..." The sound of his step-mother's lust-hoarsened voice brought Jeff back to reality and he guiltily removed his hand from his bulging crotch.
He continued to stare at the unbelievable lewdness of the scene on the bed in front of him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the older woman lift her legs high and even wider as she used her hands to force Liz's face even tighter in against her hungrily grinding pussy. He heard a great shudder escape Maria's lips as the younger woman sucked and licked the pink, gleaming cuntal flesh.
He saw his wife lift the older woman's naked buttocks upward and then with extended tongue lick the full length of the wantonly writhing cuntal furrow. As her head bobbed up and down working as though she loved every second of it, Jeff tried to evade the erotic thoughts that were filling his brain. He didn't want this obscenity to turn him on. He wanted to hate them for what they were doing, but they were so beautiful . . . Liz had a beautiful backside ... so enticing ... so inviting!
As Jeff stood frozen to the spot, staring in helpless wonder at the two nakedly writhing women who were unaware of the man standing at the door, he saw Maria suddenly spasm in obscene satisfaction as she climaxed. He heard her whimper out her release and mewl in wanton pleasure while his wife's licking mouth continued to administer to the older woman's needs.
Abruptly the salacious spectacle became too much for him to bear any longer. His penis was rock-hard and painfully throbbing as he quickly stripped his clothes from his trembling body. When he was completely naked, he moved silently toward the bed where his wife's face was still buried in the warmly perfumed slit of his step-mother's pussy.
The first awareness Liz had of her husband was when she felt hands grasping her nakedly uplifted buttocks from behind. His fingernails dug into her sensitive flesh, and she lifted her face to scream. And as the sound erupted from her fear-constricted throat, Maria opened her eyes in surprise. Both the women stared in gaping fear as they recognized the angry young man standing over them, his thick rigid cock out in front of him like a knight's lance at the ready.
"You fucking bitch," he snapped as he used the flat of his right hand to slap Liz's nakedly trembling ass cheeks. "I suppose you were forced to do this, too," he continued as another slap resounded through the room.
"Oh God . . . no, Jeff . . . please let me explain ... I ... " Liz was quaking with anxious fear as she realized that she really had no explanation. What could she say? That Maria had raped her! That was a laugh! She'd just have to let her husband kill her. That's what he would surely do.
"Yes, I'd be interested in that explanation . . . ," the young husband sneered sadistically.
"Please, Jeff... its all my fault..." Maria gasped. "Hit me ... I did it."
"The hell you did . . . you had plenty of help . . . don't forget that I saw it!" Angrily he knelt and shoved the hardened tip of his long, thick cock against the sensitive ring of his wife's unprotected anus.
"Aah . . . ooohhh . . . please don't ..." Liz piteously pled for understanding, but she knew she didn't deserve pity.
"Go ahead, lezzie . . . eat some more pussy," Jeff growled as he reached over and shoved Liz's face down into Maria's wetly gaping cunt.
"The humiliated young wife forced her head upward and gasping for breath, moaned, "Please, Jeff. . . Oh God, don't treat us like this!"
"Don't . . . I'll teach you to fuck around . . . you whoring bitch," he roared as he pressed his long hard cock into her wide open pussy slit and without further preparation, rammed his hips forward, driving the thick rigid shaft to the hilt in her tight young cunt.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . !"
Maria was so frightened she tried to slide backwards away from Liz's naked body. Oh God! she had to get away and get help. Jeff obviously was as violent as his father and there was no telling what he was going to do to his wife. She couldn't just lie there and watch it happen.
"Goddamnit, Maria, you stay where you are . . . I'll tell you when you can go," Jeff snarled as he grinned nastily at the cringing older woman. "You never know. Maybe I have some of my old man in me after all."
"Oh please, Jeff... let me go ... " Liz pleaded as she struggled to get his hotly throbbing penis out of her vaginal sheath so she could get up off her knees and away from her sadistic husband.
"Okay . . . I'll let you go . . . when I'm through with you. But first ..." he jerked his pulsating thickness from her fear-clenched vagina, and once again pressed the blood-swollen tip against her puckering little rectum. "Now, I want to see you eating pussy while I fuck you in the asshole."
"Oh God! No! Darling please don't . . . don't ... I can't ... It will hurt . . . ," the young blonde whimpered as she stared in humiliation back at her sadistically grinning husband.
"Jeff, you're a bastard . . . like your father," Maria snapped in mock courage. With a growing sense of anger she had regained her spirit and certainly was not going to let him do such an awful thing to Liz. "You stop it right now. I'm going to get up, and you're going to leave her alone."
Jeff glared viciously at the older woman, reached down with his right hand and grabbed her nakedly upthrust breast and twisted. "Fuck you, Maria! You'll do as I tell you or you'll get fucked in the ass, too. Understand . . . you lezzie bitch."
Maria's false courage abruptly vanished with pain and fear, and she resigned herself to her fate. Reaching over, she caressed Liz's tear-stained cheek, and whispered, "Don't cry, honey. It'll be okay. Just don't fight him. His father does that to me all the time!"
Liz bowed her head and an onslaught of tears shook her helplessly kneeling body. She knew there was no way to stop him and it was her fault. She had started the whole thing by going against Jeff's wishes and visiting his father. Now, she slowly lowered her mouth and kissed Maria's still moistened vaginal slit, and once again, she felt an overpowering excitement that gave her the strength to accept the humiliation.
"Okay, bitch, lets get with it," Jeff teased as he dipped his finger into the slippery vaginal juices and slowly slid it upward until the tip was pointed over her quivering little anus. And then, holding his outstretched middle finger stiff and unrelenting, he poked at the rubbery little opening, digging at the tiny elastic ring until Liz was once again whimpering in pain.
The naked Mexican girl lying full-length on the bed stared in disbelief while the blonde wife licked at her wetly flowing vagina. She felt her own excitement begin to build up, forcing her to concentrate on the erotic sensations of pleasure flowing upward from her cunt and out to the tips of her breasts.
Jeff lowered his throbbing cock until it was poised just below his wife's defenselessly puckering rectum, giving him free access for his finger.
"Spread your legs wider," he ordered her. Liz tried to balance herself with her knees wider, but with his finger prodding at her tightly clenched anus, it was difficult. Finally she widened her kneeling thighs until she felt as if her joints would separate. And then, she winced, quaking from the pain as he pressed against her tightly clenched anus until suddenly the sphincter muscle gave way and his finger slid up into her tight anal passage.
Jeff moved it around in the hot buttery hole, sawing in and out, widening the tiny anus more and more. Liz unexpectedly found herself wiggling her hips back against it as her virginal hole adjusted to the unnatural invasion of his finger. He forced another finger in and she winced again with pain, endeavoring to bounce away from him, but with her mouth pressed in tight against the older woman's sweetly flowing vagina, it was impossible.
Jeff used his left hand on the small of Liz's back to hold her in position as he scoured the inside of her tightly resisting rectum. Her moans were continuous, yet she wiggled back onto the intruding digits, a sense of appalling subjugation sweeping over her.
She could feel him deliberately stretching her anal passage. She wanted to speak, but instead she continued to lick and suck at Marie's pulsating cunt and heard the cruel words of her once loving husband.
"It's tight, but I'm gonna do it . . . I'm gonna fuck your asshole." He chuckled sadistically again, and screwed his two fingers deeper into her painfully cringing rectal passage.
Jeff stared down at the lewd impalement of his wife's puckering anus and a triumphant expression flitted over his leering face as he brutally thrust his stiffened fingers all the way to the hilt, until the palm of his hand was flat against her upturned buttocks.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" Liz lifted her head and roared like a wounded lioness. "Oh nooooooo ..." But, her cruel husband simply lifted his left hand for a moment and pushed her face back down into the soft warm flesh of his step-mother's wetly quivering pink cunt.
Maria lay unmoving as she stared at the lascivious spectacle of her step-son's fingers buried in his wife's tight little rectum. Oddly enough, in spite of her aversion to the way Jeff was using the young girl, it was the most lust-provoking thing she'd ever seen, and her vagina was on fire.
"Come on, Liz-lez," Jeff roared, as he sadistically jerked his fingers from her torn cuntal anal passage. "Lift your fucking butt up higher. I'm going to shove my cock up your asshole and show you what real perversion is."
The young wife had known that her husband was angry and wanted to hurt her, but now she also knew that she would have to accept all the punishment he was going to heap upon her guilty body. Yet, strange as it seemed to her, she wanted him to sodomize her. The exciting sensations that had invaded her lewdly impaled anal passage when his fingers had been thrusting in and out made her want to plead with him to hurt her, to put his long hard penis up inside her hot little rectal hole and rip her apart. Unaccountably, she found herself whimpering, "Yes, darling, make love to me ... in my rectum."
Liz raised her curving ass cheeks higher and pushed backwards against Jeff's protruding erection while at the same time she returned her mouth to the frightened brunette's widely splayed vagina.
Maria stared hypnotically up at her husband's son as he clutched at his lust-thickened cock while his humbly kneeling wife waved her naked buttocks back at him. God! He would split her tiny little anus wide open if he tried to put that log of flesh inside her.
"Okay, bitch, here it comes . . . I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy," the angry young husband snapped.
Liz lifted her head, turned her eyes toward him and said, "Yes, darling, I want you to! Do it to me, I deserve it. But remember I love you."
"You want me . . . what did you say?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, my darling ... go ahead."
"But ... its going to hurt."
"I know, but I don't care," she said humbly as she knelt submissively before him.
The confusion he felt at his lovely wife's sudden change of mind, momentarily unbalanced the angry young husband. But then, he decided he'd do just what she wanted. He felt a surge of renewed excitement racing toward the already throbbing head of his poised cock. He glanced down at the lust-slitted eyes of his step-mother, saw her mouth gaping lewdly up at his impaling cock while his young blonde wife obscenely licked her vibrating pussy slit.
Jeff shuffled up closer to Liz's widely splayed thighs, and pressed the swollen tip of his hot throbbing cock against her puckering little rectum. Almost hidden by his shaft, he could see her moistly glistening vagina with its lust-swollen lips and blonde curling fringe, but it was the tiny brown hole between her white ovalled buttocks that really excited him. His breathing was loud and rasping as he positioned himself behind the subserviently kneeling girl. A second later he dipped his finger into the liquid heat between the feverishly heated pussy lips and smiled as her trembling ass cheeks shuddered from the lewd invasion. leff covered the tight little anal mouth with the slippery lubricant, and then, slid his aching penis through the moistened slit as well to coat it with the heated juices of her loins. He nuzzled the vulnerable opening with the hardened tip of his cock and pressed forward again, feeling the unrelenting pressure of her sphincter muscles.
Liz felt the steady pressure of her husband's long hard cock against her tiny anus as he crowded in against her nakedly kneeling thighs. Her mind wasn't on Maria's musk-scented vaginal flesh any longer. She continued to administer to the older woman, but it was an automatic impulse. Her entire mental capacity was concentrated on the activity of her husband behind her. She heard his animal-like groan and gripped the mattress beneath her with claw-like fingers, closing her eyes in acceptance of the pain she was surely going to have to bear. Momentarily she wondered what cruel thoughts must be in her young husband's brain for him to want to sodomize her like a common whore.
And then, she felt a painful stretching of her rectal opening and her breathing caught in her throat as an intolerable torturous agony racked through her obscenely kneeling body. She twisted and leaned forward trying to evade the huge impaling cock as it slowly speared into her tightly clenched anus.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! Oh . . .my... goood . . . God!" she whimpered as she pleaded for him to stop. "Noooooo ... oh no . . . Jeffffffff. . . don't . . . stop! You're killing me!"
Oh God, she thought, she must have been out of her mind to imagine she could take his long pulsating penis inside her tight little rectum. He was going to ruin her forever. She'd probably even have to go to the hospital and have it sewn up, and with this thought she began a desperate effort to free herself of the unnatural impalement. She heard him snort and felt his powerful male strength as he dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her naked thighs. He was holding her so tightly now that every writhing movement of escape caused his huge rock-hard cock to skewer deeper and deeper into her virginal passage.
"Push back . . . goddamnit, woman, help me get it in," Jeff ordered as he continued to force his thick rigid rod of male flesh little by little into her cringing rectum. The sweat was popping out on his forehead, and he held his breath to gain control of himself as he snapped, "Shit, you're trying to pinch the head of my cock off with your tight little asshole. Relax, damnit. Relax!"
Oh God! The pain! If only the agony would lessen she would help him ... let him rip her apart with his hardened shaft. If only she could get it over with! If only he would kill her and release her from this torment. "Oh no! Jeff . . . please, darling, I can't stand it ... I can't ... oh God, please don't hurt me anymore."
Suddenly he lost all gentleness as a rush of mindless lust overtook him. He became angry again and wanted to hurt her. "I'll teach you to fuck my old man and then eat his fucking wife's pussy," he gasped. "You might as well know all about ass-fucking too. Can't be any worse than fucking my old man with his horse cock."
Oh God! What he said was so true! She was a whore. Let him treat her like the most abject gutter slut. Let him punish her for her adulterous and perverted behavior! Liz was overwhelmed with a wave of masochistic emotion and so intense was her feeling of guilt and need to be punished that she shoved backwards with determination just as Jeff thrust viciously forwards. She screamed as his long thick penis surged deep into her bowels like a red hot crowbar. She felt the swollen mushroom-like head pushing the tightly clutching flesh of her ravished anal passage before it as he inexorably hammered his pulsating hardness deeper into her burning rectum.
And then, with one final brutal lunge, Jeff buried his massively throbbing penis to the hilt inside her hot buttery depths. The obscenely stretched anus of his subjugated young wife excited the young man even more and with a sadistic pleasure, he began to withdraw his buried rod of flesh.
"Oh . . . oooohhhhh . . .don't move it . . . please hold still," Liz begged for mercy. Her brain reeled in a pleasurable agony as she felt him continue his outward movement. Then he was thrusting in again, Deeper! She felt his sperm-swollen testicles smack against her trembling inner thighs and she fought the urge to slap at them. She felt as if she were split apart back there, but with a cry of both pain and desire she met each forward lunge with a backward pressure as his sodomizing hardness skewered deep up inside her ravaged anus and then withdrew in preparation for still another stroke.
Maria forgotten now, Liz felt unexpected sensations of desire in her inflamed pussy, and she couldn't resist sliding her hand down toward her throbbing pussy-lips until she could stroke the moistly flowing slit.
The forgotten step-mother lay staring in wonder as her husband's son rhythmically thrust his long thick cock in and out of his wife's forever-stretched rectum. It was a miracle that he hadn't killed her. It still seemed impossible for such a tiny little hole to stretch so much. Suddenly, she reached for Liz's head and forced her face down until her sweet young mouth was once more pressed against her aching cuntal slit.
Jeff stared down at the lewd spectacle of his wetly glistening cock pistoning in and out of his wife's forbidden orifice . . . her tight little anal ring clinging like a mouth to the shaft of his penis on each withdrawal stroke. Suddenly, he realized that Liz was enthusiastically responding to her punishment. Already she was slamming her naked buttocks back and forth to meet the lunges of his hips forcing his lust thickened hardness to vanish into her incredibly stretched anus.
Maria quickly became a lewdly writhing mass of carnal excitement as her step-daughter-in-law continued to lick and nibble at her quivering vaginal flesh while she stared at the obscene spectacle of Jeff with his long hard cock buried to the hilt inside his wife's tightly clutching rectum. God, how she wished that it was her instead of Liz kneeling before the master. Suddenly a glow rippled across the older woman's lust-contorted face and she gasped again and again as her climax hit her.
Liz continued the sliding movement of her out-stretched middle finger back and forth across her own throbbing cuntal slit while she licked and sucked at Maria's delectable pussy which was convulsing now in orgasm. As soon as she felt the older woman collapse in satisfaction she lifted her head and moaned, "Oh yes ... oh yes . . . Jeff... more . . . harder . . . give me your beautiful cock . . . slam it in my asshole . . . more . . . ooohhh . . . ooohhh ..."
Jeff was an inferno of obscene desire and the feel of his wife's hot velvety rectum enveloping his burning hard cock was mind-blowing. He crushed her softly yielding buttocks against his loins and lowered his mouth to kiss the long graceful curve of her neck.
It was then he saw Liz's fingers sliding in and out of her vaginal mouth in tempo with each of his sodomizing strokes. Her flowing moisture was seeping out and matting her pubic hair on each inward thrust into her tight little rectal hole as he slammed his balls against her swollen cuntal lips. His eyes locked on the hypnotic scene of his long thick penis as it disappeared into the tiny hole between her upraised uss-cheeks, and a shiver of lewd sadistic desire drove him on to even deeper thrusts. He grunted and watched with abated breath as the tender pink ridges of anal flesh nibbled at and swallowed his throbbing male flesh only to spit it out once more on the outward thrust. His breathing became ragged, his eyes were glazed, and his knees trembled as he sawed in and out of her forbidden hole with no thought of anything but release . . . release . . .
Liz felt her husband's long hard shaft spearing deep up inside her impossibly stretched anal passage and every pleasurably burning thrust raised another moan from her lust-tightened throat. Her fingers sped even faster across her vibrating pussy flesh and tortured her almost exploding clitoris.
Open-mouthed, her eyes closed in rapture, she scraped the hardened nipples of her firm young breasts against Maria's velvety thighs and silken pussy hair. She had forgotten about the torture in her virginal rectum for it was no longer virginal and it was no longer torture. She had forgotten that she was being punished for now she loved it. She was almost mindless with sensations, and the only thing that mattered any longer was that her hungry need be satisfied.
As the ecstatic sensations riddled her loins, the young wife felt a rippling pleasure building in her vagina and cock-stuffed rectal passage and she knew that she was close to orgasm.
"Oh God . . . fuck it . . . darling . . . fuck it hard ... I love it . . . fuck my asshole . . . harder ..." she gasped in lewd desire.
Jeff could only groan as he heard the pleas of his humbly kneeling wife. He felt the sweat streaming down his face now as he fucked into the hot little hole between Liz's smoothly rounded ass-cheeks and saw drops of perspiration drip down onto her naked back. He gazed down in lewd delight at her grasping anal mouth as it sucked his thick fleshy penis deep into the dark heated passage, and felt his sperm-bloated balls slapping against her hotly flowing cunt . . . and he wanted to cum . . . wanted to let go and fill her belly with his hot virile sperm.
Liz was an insanely writhing mass of bubbling desire with pleasurable sensations completely overwhelming her each time she rubbed across her painfully sensitive clitoris with her outstretched finger. And with each stroke of her husband's blood-swollen cock in and out of her forever stretched anus, she wanted to orgasm. She knew that Jeff was ready to cum because of the added heat and pressure in his tortured testicles.
The sweating young husband also knew that he was close to the most powerful climax he'd ever had . . . ever. Once more he plunged his burgeoning penis deep into her hotly clutching rectal channel and brutally slammed his loins against her upturned ass-cheeks. He rammed into her spongy depths several times before burying his ejaculating cock to the hilt and holding it there while he pumped his hot sticky cum deep up into her belly.
"Oh . . . darling . . . ooohhhhhh hhhh . . . Aaggghhhhh," Liz gasped and writhed in complete abandon as she doubled up in orgasmic wonder. "Shit . . . shit ... oh, fuck . . . I'm gonna fill your asshole with a bucket of cum. Aaagghhhhh ..." Jeff groaned as he fell across her already collapsed form, his wildly jerking penis spurting gush after gush of white hot sperm into her backside. Together they lay as one with Jeffs deflated and emptied penis still buried deep inside her stretched young rectum.
Maria lay beside them in a sexual stupor, forgotten by the young husband and wife. But slowly, she came back to total awareness and stared at her step-son and daughter-in-law with lust-dimmed eyes. She saw Jeff's limp flesh slowly begin its exit from the forever stretched depths of his wife's anus and knew that the thought of his sodomizing her next excited her as nothing ever had before. She could feel her tight little rectum begin puckering as lewd sensations of lust ripped through her loins.
The older woman impulsively leaned over and kissed Liz on the lips bringing a moan to the slightly parted mouth. Jeff lifted his head at the sudden noise and rolled over to lie on his back across the foot of the bed, still breathing heavily. Maria moved toward him and without hesitation straddled her step-son's sweat streaked body. Then, she lowered her lips to his ear and whispered, "Fuck me Jeff! Fuck me, baby! Please fuck me!"
In the dim recesses of the younger man's mind he could hear his step-mother's lewd request and, as though in reply, his delfated penis began to harden and prepared itself for the entry.
Without waiting another second, Maria lifted her hips and quickly pressed her hotly throbbing cunt down onto his hardening shaft. With a guttural moan of delight she began a slow grinding motion, writhing against the pleasure giving flesh of her husband's son.
"Oh yes . . . oh God, yes. . . I love it . . . Aaaooohhhhh! I love your cock ..." she moaned with a lust-hoarsened voice.
Grinning, Jeff came to life, lifting his hips upward, thrusting deep inside his step-mother's wetly nibbling pussy.
Liz was floating in a semi-conscious state of suspended animation, absorbing the beautiful ecstasy that still held her in a cocoon of bliss. But deep into her consciousness there came the muted sounds of obscene moans. Slowly, she turned her head and faced toward the foot of the bed.
She saw her husband nakedly entwined with Maria but she was not shocked. Nothing would ever surprise her again. She smiled in comradeship and whispered, "Beautiful! It's beautiful!"
Jeff turned to face his wife and said, "Darling, I love you. You're fantastic! A goddamn fucking machine!"
"What about me," Maria interrupted, bouncing up and down on the younger man's long hard cock.
Jeff guffawed in reply and reached up and pulled his step-mother's face down to his. He kissed her passionately, and then using both hands, he teased at her fleshy breasts, pinching the tiny nipples until she moaned in lewd desire.
Eagerly, Liz lifted herself up to a sitting position and then stood up beside the rumpled bed. She moved around until she was standing beside her husband's head. "Darling, let's make it a threesome," she said.
Smiling, Jeff lifted both arms over his head, gripped Liz's waist with both hands and easily lifted her up on the bed and sat her down on his chest, facing the older woman. When his hot moist mouth pressed into her already throbbing cunt, Liz groaned with lewd excitement.
"Oh God, Jeff! Oooohhhhhhh! Yes . . . yes ..." Her words were barely out of her mouth before she was engulfed in Maria's arms.
"You're so beautiful," the Mexican girl exclaimed as she hugged the younger woman, her nakedly swaying breasts pressed into Liz's youthfully upthrust mounds of flesh.
Lying beneath the two nakedly writhing women, Jeff could feel Maria's urgent throbs beginning around the sensitive head of his penis buried deep up inside her hotly pulsating pussy. Her tight vaginal muscles seemingly were attempting to pull his heated shaft even deeper into her hungering vaginal cavity. He did not move but continued the slow rhythmic thrusts up into the skewered woman above him, while he licked and sucked at his young wife's distended clitoris. He could hardly control himself as both women moaned with pleasure and then harmonized in their song of troilistic love. Liz's succulent young cunt slowly undulated up and down, around and around on his impaling tongue, while Maria's love-starved body pleaded for more of his lust-hardened cock.
The two naked women clung together, kissing passionately while revelling in the male fucking from beneath them. Jeff went berserk in his pleasure knowing that his climax was very near. The delicious smell of his wife's satiny perfumed pussy covering his nose and mouth, plus his step-mother's vaginal muscles devouring his virilely throbbing cock was the perfect combination to bring him to the most powerful climax he'd ever had.
His eyes closed as he awaited the explosion deep inside his sperm-bloated balls.
And then they were cumming . . . all three of them at the same time . . . and it was far-far better than anything they had ever experienced be tore . . .
Chapter Nine
"Goddamnit, don't be a pig-headed young fool. I don't want the money." The older Bradley growled. "Besides, I loaned it to my daughter-in-law."
"The hell you say," Jeff rasped as he threw the two packs of hundred dollar bills at his father's feet. "I know why you gave it to Liz . . . after you fucked her silly."
The older man guffawed and then laughingly said, "Son, that's some cunt you're married to. She has the tightest little pussy I ever had."
"Don't . . . you bastard . . . don't you ever talk about her like that again, or I'll beat your brains out," Jeff choked, fighting to keep from hitting the lewdly grinning older man. He knew it would be a mistake, because his father was still a strong muscular man and would probably give him an even worse beating.
"Okay, son, if that's the way you want it," Will Bradley shrugged as he stooped and picked up the bills lying on the floor. "I guess we can't even be friends, so get out of my house."
"I'll go, but first, there's something you should know," Jeff snapped. "Liz and I will do anything we can to keep Maria from coming back to you."
"Maria? What do you know about her?" the older man growled. "Where is she?"
"She's staying with us, but it won't do you any good to try and see her," the young son said. "Liz wouldn't let you near her, even if I'm not there to knock your brains out."
"Hell, I don't grovel at that Mexican broad's feet," Will snarled. "I don't need her, but she sure as hell needs me."
Jeff knew he would never understand his father, they were as far apart as two strangers. With one final word of warning, he said, "Stay away from Liz, or I swear I'll kill you. And leave Maria alone as long as she's at my house."
"You jackass," Will Bradley roared, "I didn't go to your wife, she came to me! You don't think I have to beg for a piece of ass , do you?"
Jeff didn't even answer his father. He even felt a little sorry for the older man. How lonely he must be . . . did he have any friends? Probably, if he could buy them.
After leaving the stately mansion, the young son stood for a moment staring up at the impressive house and thought of his father once more. He could still hear him raving, roaring at the world like an irate giant. He shook his head and realized that his father was not a happy man, that wealth had not made him a happy man. Maybe his cruelty was his way of striking out in his loneliness.
Yes, he felt sorry for him and possibly understood a little better, but he was still going to try and talk Maria out of going back to him. At the thought of the lovely dark-haired woman who was his step-mother and their bedmate, Jeff grinned and hurried to his car and drove down the street.
Driving across town, he let his thoughts dwell on the excitement of making love to Liz and Maria at the same time. That had been quite a night last night, and his own staying power had surprised him. It had been the most fantastic night of his entire life - and he looked forward to repeating it for many nights to come. But, at the same time, he wasn't too keen on the two women being together all day while he worked. Liz might decide she liked women better than him. She sure as hell had been enjoying that pussy eating when he walked in yesterday.
A half hour later he drove into the driveway and quickly turned off the ignition and hurried to the door. Letting himself in, he heard the two women talking and then silence as they came to meet him in the hallway.
"Darling, are you all right?" Liz asked with concern.
"What happened?" Maria stammered.
"Oh, not much! I gave him the money . . . told him he was a cruel bastard . . . and walked out," Jeff grinned and reaching out, took Liz's hand and pulled her into his arms. A split second later he reached out for the Mexican girl who willingly joined them.
"Didn't he say anything?" the young blonde asked curiously.
"Well, he tried to, but I shut him up,"
Jeff growled. "I taught him a lesson."
"Wha . . . did he say anything about me," Maria stammered.
"Yes, he did. He said you could come back anytime you wanted to, but I don't think you should," Jeff said firmly. "He'll treat you the same as before. He's not the type to change his ways."
"I have to go back, Jeff. You don't understand," Maria sighed, and they all three moved back into the living room. "But, I would like to stay here a few days, if you don't mind," she added.
"You can stay as long as you like," Liz said quietly, "but we won't have a house very long."
"Yes you will," the older woman smiled, and continued. "I had two thousand dollars transferred into your account today. It was my money ... I saved it."
"But, I can't pay it back for a long time," Jeff spoke quietly.
"You don't have to pay it back . . . ever if you can't. I want you to have it," Maria sighed. "You've given me more than the money could ever buy."
"You're too good for my father," Jeff caressed her bowed shoulder, and added, "Why don't you stay here and live with us?"
"I'll think about it, Jeff," the lovely brunette woman smiled, "but I know I'll eventually do whatever your father wants me to do."
"Yes, Maria, stay with us," Liz said as she moved across the room and stood with one arm around her husband and the other one holding the older woman.
"Are we going to stand here and talk all day?" Jeff asked masterfully, "Or, are we going to have a little nap before I go back to work?"
The young blonde and the dark-haired step-mother glanced at each other and laughing in agreement, said simultaneously, "Whatever you say . . . Master."
