I've been a private eye now for eight seasons and believe me, in that time I've had some real hair-raising adventures. But all of them pale when set beside the Burbank Caper. Dames are a part of my job. There are always a couple per caper. I expect that And I know how to deal with them. At the end of the Burbank Caper, however, I wondered if I'd ever be able to look another woman in the eye.
It all began one sunny day while I lazed by the side of my pool. Peggy, my secretary, was in the office minding the store. There was nothing on my mind. The last caper had been a complete success. I deserved a good long rest. Besides, my tan needed to be evened up. No matter how good a man is at sleuthing, if he doesn't look right he can't do right That's my motto.
My rest was disturbed by the sound of a girlish voice behind me. "Mr. McCannoczek?"
"Call me Joe," I replied without turning around.
"I'd rather," she said softly and the touch of a small hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my sun-drenched torpor. "I'd like to really get to know you, Joe . . . including the most intimate details."
I turned around to see who it was doing a number on me. The sultry blonde I'd expected wasn't there. Instead the girl next door faced me. Not that she lived next door. But this girl was fresh, decent, clean of limb! What would she want with a broken-down dick like me? She had dark brown curly hair that neatly framed her sweet round face, cupid-bow lips, red as raspberries, long thick lashes that fluttered provocatively, and her eyes were big and round and brown, innocent as a doe's, with her little upturned nose adding to her purity.
"Are you selling something?" I asked. "Like Avon?"
"No, Joe, I'm here to see you." She sat down on the deck chair, positioning herself to give me a generous eyeful of her large, wholesome tits. I could just see the impressive bulges, full and rounded, leading down to concealed nipples. She might be decent and clean but that was no reason not to accept her offer! My lust for her rose dizzyingly.
Could you just give me a clue?" I asked. "Do you want to hire me or do you want to play?"
Her hand descended to my balls, and as she caressed the growing bulge in my swimsuit her fingers did the talking. Those rosebud lips came closer, her eyes were almost closed, and I smelled the sweetness of her breath mingled with a heady perfume that demolished the last of my reserve. Her young body moved into mine, her big tits pressing against my bare chest, and suddenly she rolled over so that her body covered mine. She was a salacious little thing! I didn't even know her name and already she was dry-humping me!
"Now wait a minute, baby," I said, lifting her up and setting her back on her feet "I don't mind this approach but I prefer to do things my way. Now what is it you want?"
She didn't say a word. The look of lust was in her eyes. Slowly she brought her hands up to her tits and caressed them with obvious pleasure. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine she began a performance that would have done a hooker proud. Licking her lips, squeezing herself all over, and working her clothes off in a most professional way, she aroused me to the point at which my swimsuit couldn't contain my cock any longer.
She was down to her panties and still going strong. Her tits were within reach. I was sorely tempted. Firm and proud, pink-nippled and round, they poked up at the sky and only quivered faintly when she moved. She was short, compact everything was there, but you got the feeling you could fit her in your pocket and take her on trips. The kind of girl who's always ready and willing to put up with anything for the sake of regular fucking. That's what her body looked like. Her face was that of a teenage virgin.
Now her panties came down with much gyration of the hips and lip-licking. I looked up nervously to see if Peggy was watching. She said she didn't care a fig for me but she sure hated to see dames take advantage of my sunny disposition. I couldn't see her so I returned my attention to the hairy little twat that was being offered up to me. She had her hips pushed right at me and made her pubic bone jerk toward me as though she was already getting fucked. How delicious it looked! That supple young body, the firm flesh and the sensual abandon won my heart.
"Go ahead, baby," I said approvingly, "you're doing just fine."
She smiled and got down on her knees beside my chair. Her fingers traced intricate patterns over the skin of my belly, making me squirm with lust. And then, almost reluctantly, she began to draw my swim suit down. A moment later my dick popped out and reared up into the air, elated to be free. She gasped and looked at me with shining eyes. "You might be him!" she exclaimed, but that was all I could get out of her. A second was all it took her to pull the swim suit off me and to go down on my aching dick.
It felt like I was getting sucked by a daughter or a Barbie doll I couldn't decide which. She was too nice for this sort of thing. Yet that excited me all the more! I thought of the dolls they'd been advertising on TV of late, little dolls who could eat things by moving their lips up and down. They were just the right size to give blow jobs to little boys. And now I had my own doll to eat me. She wasn't great. Some of the best blow-jobbers in Beverly Hills have taken care of me. But she was different, and that's what got to me. She hunched over my dick and made her lips move up and down, looking up at me now and then to see if I was enjoying myself. How could I not? Her mouth was warm and wet, just like a cunt, and that was enough in itself.
There was also something familiar about her. I couldn't pin it down but I had definitely seen her before somewhere. And there was a connotation to my vague recollection of her . . . she represented a particularly kinky symbol to me. That's as far as I could get with it
"Come on over here," I said when she brought me to within an inch of blowing, "and give me a taste of that furry little pussy you've got clenched between your thighs."
She looked up from my wet, erect cock with a start and actually began to blush! "Oh no, you wouldn't want to do that!" she said, shaking her head. "That can't be any fun at all!"
"Try it, you'll like it," I said with great originality. "Just straddle my chest and let me at it."
"I don't know . . . are you sure you'll like it?"
"I'll love it."
"It'll turn you on?"
"It'll turn me into a madman!" I said, holding up my fingers in the boy scout's honor signal. She still looked dubious but she came towards me and awkwardly straddled me. Now my eyes saw little but her dark pussy. Already the faint, sweet tang of her juices tickled my nose and my mouth began to water. I placed both hands on her hard round buttocks and pulled her closer, opening my mouth wide. The first hairs brushed against my lips, the tip of my nose pressed into the slit between her thick labia, and my tongue reached out for its first taste. She tried to pull away but it was too late. I had locked in on her.
She was wet and hot, ripe for action. Her pussy quenched my thirst over and over as I sucked at it and nibbled at it. Everything else fell by the wayside. I was lost in her cunt And those squeezable buttocks gave me even more of an appetite for her. She was so young, so fresh! What the Hell. was she doing giving it away to strangers? My furled tongue probed deep into her tight hole, pushing hard to get past her fleshy barrier-this girl had had a minimum of fucking. The plot thickened. So did my cock.
She hadn't had much sucking either but she soon learned all about it. Far from trying to pull away, she started to feed me more of herself, doing it with such force that she almost smothered me. The muscles in her thighs were straining to maintain her position and she trembled all over but she kept it up to me. And I dug my fingers into her ass furrow and held her up as best I could, licking and burrowing, having a fine time all by myself. As I slaked my thirst, though, a new and potent desire grew inside me-to stick my cock deep into her hot, tight twat and to leave it there for the duration! I wanted to feel her squirm under me, wanted to hear her desperate moans in my ear, and to pound her into the concrete! She had similar ideas:
"Let's do it now, Joe!" she panted. "I can't wait any longer. Oh God! What's happening to me! Do it now, right now!"
"Just he down and spread 'em," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "That's all you have to do, baby."
"No, no, I want it from behind," she said. "Let me get on my hands and knees and then give it to me."
"Get on your goddamn back!" I said.
"It has to be this way," she replied, and her voice was very firm for a moment I didn't want to spoil her mood so I shrugged and waited for her to make herself comfortable. She poked her white, girlish ass up at me and looked around to see if I was cooperating. Her pussy was open, the hairs slicked back with my spit and her juice, and it seemed to dangle between her legs like a purse of some sort. My cock was drawn to that hole by all the forces of nature. I fell to my knees and shoved it up her. Both of us groaned in unison. We had waited for this moment just long enough for the act of penetration to become an obsession. And now that I was inside her I began to fuck with all my might. We were like a bull and a calf romping about in the pastures in spring time! I hooked my arms up under her shoulders and pulled forward with each thrust to deliver everything at once. And she loved every far-reaching poke!
We didn't go for long. By the time I let fly with my wad her cunt was wide open and slurping wet, and the outburst of hot sperm made her cry out like she'd sat down on a pin. It was over. I got off her tiredly and let myself fall into the pooh For the best part of a minute I remained underwater, too tired to make a move. And when I came up she had already perched herself on the edge, primly washing the sperm off her cunt
"Perhaps you'll tell me the reason for your visit now," I said, lifting myself out of the pool and reaching for my cigarettes. She nodded but said nothing. She was too busy cleaning herself. Eventually she let herself slip into the pool but carefully so as not to wet her hair.
"I suppose I should," she said from her partly submerged position. "You see, I'm looking for a man and I thought you might be him. But you aren't Therefore I'd like to hire you to track down this man and bring him back to me."
"I see . . . what do you want him back for if you don't even know what he looks like?"
"Obviously I'm not making myself clear." She got out of the pool and, while she dried and dressed herself, she began to tell me the story from start to finish. "My name is Sally Lomax and my profession is . . . well let's just say that virginity is a prerequisite for my job. And I was a virgin, right up to the other night when a man attacked and raped me."
"I see," I said, "so you want me to track this guy down and deliver him to the police."
"No, oh goodness no, that's why I'm hiring you for the job. If I went to the police they might lock him up and what would I do then?"
"I don't understand . . . you want to save his soul or something?"
"What I want to save of him is a little lower down," she said with an impish smile. "You see, he made love to me so beautifully that I can't forget him. He made me feel fireworks in my belly and ringing bells in my head. I must have him again no matter how much it costs. I've been trying to find him for the past few days, but to do it I've had to screw a lot of men and none of them do the same thing for me."
"Why did you have to screw men? Not that I don't like the idea, mind you, but why?"
"It was very dark," she explained. "I couldn't see what he looked like . . . in fact, I'm not even sure it was a he. It could have been a woman wearing a . . . er . . . marital device. All I know is that he or she made love in a very distinctive fashion. There was a leftward motion to the rapist's stroking, if you know what I mean. I noticed you changed angles a few times while we made love, but nowhere near as drastically as this person did. Oh, it was just wonderful, Joe, I couldn't tell you how wonderful it made me feel! I must find him again!"!
"Is that the only clue you have?"
"No, there is something else." She groped about in a small purse and came up with a torn piece of paper. "After the rapist left me this fell to the ground."
I examined it closely. It was a dry cleaner's ticket, the top part of it, and it bore a nearly illegible scrawl.
Looking at it more closely I saw it said: 'Burbank St.'
"Aha," I said, "so you take this to mean the rapist lived on Burbank Street?"
"Now that's value for money," she said ironically. "Very good, Joe. My proposition is this: I can't go fuck everyone on Burbank Street. Besides, I have to go back to work. I rarely get a break in my job, always flying from one place to another doing good deeds with never a moment to myself. But if you could track this man or woman down I'll pay you handsomely."
"Now I know where I've seen you before!" I said, slapping my thigh. "You're the-"
"Please!" she interrupted. "Don't tell anyone, not even yourself I"
"Oh, of course not It will remain a professional secret" I promised her.
"Thank you. Now let's see, is there anything else I can tell you about this person? Leftward motion, that you know-oh yes, and he, or she, does it hard and fast a kind of sinister staccato if you know what I mean."
"A what what?" I asked dumbly.
"He-or she-fucks like a left-handed machine gun," she said acidly. She left soon after giving me a down payment in cash. I was in business again. So much for my vacation. Still, this assignment had all the earmarks of being an interesting one. I put my swimsuit on, treated myself to a stiff drink, and went into the house to alert Peggy.
Peggy is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill secretary. She's also a co-investigator, accountant, typist, and my private ice-free port. She's always ready to go, doesn't seem to care what else I've done with it, it's skirt up and panties down when I snap my finger. I guess that's why we make such a fine team, but sometimes I wonder what's going on in her beautiful head. It's not just me that she's always ready for. If an assignment calls for someone to be fucked, Peggy is always ready to volunteer. She has slept with men, women and boys for the sake of cracking a case. And she never asks for extra money. Perhaps she just loves sex . . . I don't know.
The office is upstairs, right in between our bedrooms. Since she's always on the job I figured she might as well live in with me. Downstairs are the recreation room, living room, entertainment area, a place to entertain women and clients. I looked in the office but she wasn't there. Next I checked out her bedroom and sure enough, there she was, her panties down about her knees, her skirt up around her waist, one hand frantically digging into her cunt, the other mauling her tits through her blouse. She didn't notice me standing in the doorway so I remained still and watched her undulating black body for a while.
Peggy is as black as the night In the daylight she looks like a hole in space or someone's shadow, if you see her from a certain angle. She's also tall and slender, small breasted and narrow hipped, with an ass that only black women possess: firm, protruding, curving out a long way from the small of her back. And now this long, pantherish body writhed about on the bed as she stimulated herself into one orgasm after another. The Light shone on her face to emphasize the emphatic bone structure. Her jaws were lean and clenched, her teeth set, and her small, almond-shaped eyes were tightly shut as if she could barely contain the pleasure she instilled in herself. I derived so much pleasure from this myself that my tired cock throbbed back into life and I wondered if I shouldn't give it to her. But I didn't want to spoil her.
I happened to glance up at the window and there, perched on a limb of the oak tree outside, sat my chauffeur, Vinnie, also enjoying the sight of this beautiful black woman bringing herself to climax. That was Vinnie's style. He's built like a weasel and has the mind of a rat. But he's got the heart of a mouse. Peggy never did take to him, which was unfortunate because Vinnie needed her more than anything in the world. However, I suspected that Vinnie paid her sometimes to put on a show for him.
"What is this!" I said, making a show of indignation "Why have I got nothing but perverts on my goddamn payroll!? "
"Wait!" moaned Peggy, driving several fingers into the startling pink flesh of her cunt's entrance. "Don't say anything!" She turned over suddenly to fuck her fingers, using her cunt as the driving force instead of the other way around. Her magnificent black ass quivered like stiff puddings as she toiled, and I noticed Vinnie leaning perilously toward the window while he belabored his cock at the same speed at which Peggy fucked her fingers. She knew she was the center of attention, that those firm buns had two men throbbing with lust, and she played up to it to the maximum! Bucking and moaning, every part of her body moving individually to get at her satisfaction, she gave us a show that had Vinnie splashing his sperm all over the windows and me rushing for the bed with my cock in hand like a knight's lance.
She hardly noticed when I jumped on top of her and dug my cock into her cunt. Her fingers moved up to her clitoris and she kept right on doing what she had been doing. All I had to do was he on top of her and let her motion work us both off. It was a crazy sensation but I loved it Her hard ass pushed up into my belly and her cunt quivered all about my cock like an ultimate masturbation machine, and I clung to her tits with both hands to get overall stimulation. Peggy began to grunt like a pig in heat and for a moment or so she bucked so hard that she almost threw me off. Then, just as unexpectedly, she went completely limp and just lay there making soft, melodic sounds.
But my erection was still valid. The fuck with Sally had taken the edge off my lust and so I plowed on, ignoring Peggy's state of bliss. She didn't protest just ignored me in her turn. I ended the fuck slowly, drawing my cock along the inner sheath of her cunt back and forth until the erotic friction evoked another burst of cream from my trusty balls.
"Ah, that's better," I said, dismounting and pulling my trunks up again. "Can we get down to a little work now?"
"Yes, sure boss," she said, getting up off the bed and arranging her clothes ruefully. "Hell. I have to stop doing this. I'll run out of clothes at this rate. Hand me that towel would you, Joe?"
I passed it over to her and she wiped her black curled cunt over and over until she had collected most of my fluids. She changed into a pair of sldn tight slacks and a blouse which she knotted over her flat belly, thin and open to show off her splendid tits. She patted her Afro down, applied a little lipstick, and turned to me with a querying look. "So what's happening?"
I told her about the new case and laid out the basic strategy. "Let's see who lives along Burbank Street and who among them would be a likely suspect. That is, males and females under fifty and over fifteen."
"Hey, that really narrows the field down," said Peggy. "It's a privilege to be working for a sleuth like you, boss!"
"I know. Let's see that telephone directory with the street listings. Damn, just our luck-it's a long street. And look at all the people who live there! Hell., this could take months, Peggy, and I'm not sure our client will wait that long."
"We'll have to work fast," Peggy mused, tapping her lips with a pencil. "What we could do is divide everyone along Burbank Street into men and women. You fuck the women and I fuck the men, and together we should be able to find the culprit."
"You're a goddamned nympho," I said. "No, that won't do. Even you couldn't put up with that much fun. Well work as a team, Peg, and question people."
"What are you going to ask them? If they raped a girl by the name of Sally recently? Hell., you only got two clues, and one of them is highly personal. You have to snoop!"
"I know that!" I said testily. "Of course well snoop. Let's see now, we go in, ask questions, and then we case the joint Well use the infra-red equipment and the long-range sound equipment to record all the details of their sex life. But we still have to work as a team. With you there the people we have to interview might invite us to participate in their after-hours activities, you see?"
Tm beginning to, boss. You're saying "I'm to excite these people till they're willing to show me how they do it, right?"
"Or me, it doesn't matter who they show."
"Man, this sounds like fun. When do we start?" she said enthusiastically.
"Start what?" It was the great organist himself, Vinnie the chauffeur. He walked into the bedroom without knocking, white stains on his fly, his chauffeur's uniform disheveled and grubby. The man is a real disgrace in every way. I don't know why I employ him. Perhaps it has to do with his unique talents. Vinnie and I met soon after he'd been released from a correctional establishment where he'd served for 'aggravated peeping.' In other words, he was a veteran voyeur, a genius at insinuating himself invisibly into houses, for finding fine vantage points, picking locks, undoing burglar alarms, everything to do with sneaking and entry.
I told him what he needed to know and Vinnie lit up like a neon sign. "You need me for this assignment, boss!" he said, sinking to his knees and looking up at me imploringly. "I'll help you any way I can, I'll take a wage cut-only don't leave me home when you work!"
"What do you think, Peggy?" I said. She looked at the little man scornfully and said nothing for a while just to break Vinnie's heart. But then she said it was okay with her, and Vinnie kissed her toes, lost in gratitude. "Yes, I suppose he'll come in useful," I grinned. "Get your equipment ready, Vinnie, we're starting this evening with the first house on the block. Who does that belong to, Peggy?"
"Let me see . . . it's the Ricketts, Joe."
"They sound a likely prospect Alright Vinnie, get the Jaguar out of the garage and let us prepare to investigate the Ricketts."
CHAPTER TWO
The Ricketts' house was a nice suburban construction, not too ostentatious yet dripping with money. Vinnie parked around the corner and stayed in the car, although he entreated me to let him come and check the place out while we interviewed the occupants. I told him to wait for my call, and escorted Peggy up to the front door. A young blonde opened up for us.
"Hello," I said conversationally. "My name is Joe McCannoczek and this is my assistant, Peggy. I'm a private eye."
"Oh. Won't you come in? I'll get Mr. and Mrs. Bickett to talk with you. Just sit down and wait a moment, please." The girl spoke in a rather breathless way, each phrase beginning with an indrawn breath. She was little and cute, with her yellow blonde hair in pigtails, and rimless glasses barely finding support in her tiny upturned nose. Her dress was very casual: a plaid shirt open to just below the beginning of her exquisite little tits, and a pair of old, faded jeans that had worn thin about her ass and emphasized the delicate shivering of her flesh as she walked away from us. I didn't think she was the person we were looking for but I was determined to investigate her fully anyway.
The couple who came down with her were even less likely. He introduced his wife as Dannie, himself as Dave. "Dannie?" I observed, 'That's not a woman's name, is it?"
"Uh . . . well, no, it isn't," said Dave in a soft, shy voice. "Her real name is Daniella but that's too formal. She likes to be called Dannie. And what she likes, I.. . uh . . . like."
"How do you do, Mr. McCannoczek," said Dannie briskly. She could have been the perpetrator! In her early forties, trim of build and sharp of eye, she impressed me at once as a woman with many secret facets. "Now then, what is this case you're working on?"
Just as I was about to start the questioning, the front door opened and a beautiful black girl walked in. Peggy became excited right away. This girl was her type. "Oh, uh, I forgot," said Dave, standing up and looking confused. "These girls here are our boarders, this is Suzy and that's Brenda. They go to college and, uh, they're just staying with us . . . no relation, of course."
"Oh really?" said Peggy with an edge to her voice. She turned her attention to Brenda, the black girl, and gave her a big wink. "I don't know, you look alike."
"Let's get to these questions," I said hastily. "We've had a case of rape in this neighborhood and we're anxious to find the rapist-not only for the sake of our client but also for those who live around here. Have you heard of any similar cases? Or perhaps one of you . . . " I looked around at the women, leaving the question delicately up in the air. As one they shook their heads, but I noticed there was a strange spark in Dannie's eyes.
"No, Mr. . . . whatever your name is, none of us have been molested. And if we had been, you may be sure we would have gone right to the police station with our complaint"
"Our client prefers to remain anonymous," I said by way of explanation. "Besides that, she has no intention of prosecuting the perpetrator. She merely wants him-or her-to come see her again."
"Isn't that strange!" exclaimed Dannie, clasping her hands together and looking over at the girls. "Why should she want to do a thing like that?"
"Uh," said Dave, getting up with an agitated look on his kindly face, "would anyone care for ice cream? I have all sorts of delicious flavors-chocolate peach marshmallow clam chowder, for instance, and that's only one selection. Anyone?"
"No, no, sit down Davey," said Dannie with an impatient wave of her hand. "Tell me, Mr. Whatever-your-name is, why should this girl want this rapist to visit again? Is she sick?"
"She says the rapist made love to her like no one ever had," said Peggy in her husky, sexy voice. She looked directly into Dave's eyes and leaned toward him most fetchingly. Dave turned bright red and made a dash for the kitchen where he began to ladle great spoonfuls of ice cream into himself.
"Isn't that weird?" Suzy said to Brenda, and both girls moved closer to Dannie as if for support.
"Tell me," said Dannie, "do you have any clues to work with?"
"That's part of our problem," said Peggy, now inclining toward Dannie to see if she had any weaknesses. "We know nothing about the person. For that reason we suspect everyone . . . and we suspect no one.
"How good could the rapist have been?" asked Suzy, blinking at me through her spectacles.
"He made fireworks explode in her belly," I said intimately, "and bells ring in her head." She shivered and drew back, hooking an arm around Brenda's for support.
"Well I'm sorry, we really can't help you." Dannie stood up and led the way to the door. "However, if we hear of anything, we'll be sure to let you know."
It was dark outside. We walked back to the car and told Vinnie to bring the equipment up. He came staggering after us, laden with sophisticated technology-all of which had been invented to make the average peeping Tom as efficient as Vinnie. We snuck into the back yard and Vinnie put the equipment down to sneak all around the house to find the best vantage point. It was very quiet, the peacefulness of a neighborhood rich enough to afford the best protection. We would have to be doubly careful here.
"Psssst!" Vinnie motioned us over to the kitchen window. We peered through the split between the lace curtains and found ourselves looking right into the living room from over the top of the stove. They were still sitting on the couches, talking, and Dave had taken his canister of ice cream in with him. The girls were laughing and hugging each other. Peggy stood closer to me and whispered: "Man, I'd like to get my tongue on that little black cherry. She'd be sweeter than wine! Mm mm!"
"Perverts!" I muttered. "When I retire from this business I'm going to five with wholesome people, boy scouts or something."
"You'd corrupt them soon enough. Hey, look what's happening in there! Vinnie, quick, get the camera and the sound gear."
Vinnie handed her the camera and gave me the earphones that were attached to a tiny tape recorder on one end, a long microphone at the other. I directed the mike at the living room and listened in on the conversation. What I heard almost lifted my toupee!
"I keep thinking about that rapist," said the cute little blonde, "and it's making me wet right through. Oh look, you see that stain on my jeans? I can't take it, Dannie, you have to do something about this."
'It's Dave's turn, isn't it? Yes, I'm sure it is. I did it yesterday. Come on, Dave, give these girls what they need."
"I can't, I just can't!" Dave exclaimed, furiously digging his spoon into the ice cream container. "Don't you understand that by now? Why do you torture me?"
"You can do it, Dave," said Suzy, sidling up to him and stroking the back of his neck. "And you always do it so well. If you want to . . . you can do you know what to me."
Dave's head snapped back and he stared at her with incredulous bliss. "Really? You wouldn't mind? Oh, I'd love to do that What about you, Brenda, will you let me?"
The black girl sighed and nodded. "I guess so, Dave, if that's the only way to get you moving."
"Do it to all three of us, then," said Dannie, standing up and taking off her clothes. "I don't care for it very much but I do like to see you get hard now and then."
There was a flurry of action as all four disrobed. I pressed against the wall to give my cock something to work up against and checked to see that the tape recorder was functioning. All systems were go. Peggy took occasional pictures and tried to listen in on my earphones. She was restless and frisky, and her hand strayed down to my hard cock as the scene unfolded. I knew she'd take it out sooner or later and toy with it so I left her to it and turned my attention back to the Ricketts.
Dave stood in the center of his women and brandished a big spoon of ice cream over his head. His face shone with sheer pleasure. The women, on the other hand, looked apprehensive. I couldn't help but envy him for a moment Living with three women like that all of them willing to do my bidding, that was a dream that would never come true. But Dave had it made. The delicate black girl appealed to me as much as she did to Peggy. She stood between Susy and Dannie, her arms by her side, her dark tits pointing away from each other. She was sexy and touching at the same time. In the bright light of the living room I could see the implied outline of her cunt lips through the black, curly pelt. Her thighs had a big gap in between them and her pelvic bones stood out a little, all of which made her look like a little foal, tender and a little green, just right for fucking. As for Suzy, she was as white as the driven snow, her nipples as pink as candy, and she was a natural blonde. She had more hair on her cunt, too much to see more than just the bush, but I could imagine how she would taste. Her lips would be well-defined and silky soft under that hair.
And Dannie wasn't half bad either. Her tits were larger than those of the other two combined, and they sagged a little under their own weight But they still looked firm and pliant to me. Her nipples were light brown and big, the kind I love to suck on all night long. Her waist was still slender, her thighs still firm, and her cunt was virtually hairless! I didn't know if she shaved it or whether that was a natural condition. All I knew was that it looked very fetching! A sudden split in her flesh ran down between her thighs and I knew what that split contained. Just seeing that familiar shape and configuration evoked memories by the ton on a semi-conscious plane, almost like archetypes, and my cock yearned to lodge in her box.
"Look what he's doing!" breathed Peggy. "How very kinky!"
"Wow!" I said, watching Dave apply ice cream to the three bellies. He was on his knees and scooped the ice cream out by hand to smear it over his women, slowly at first, but then with more and more abandon. He slathered it over their tits and cunts, their thighs, even their faces. And the women, after the initial shock, put up with it very well Dave didn't stop until the last of the ice cream was on them and then, casting the container aside, he seized Brenda and began to lick her clean.
At first he concentrated on her belly, eating ravenously and licking her all over. Only when she was clean everywhere but her tits and pussy did he go down on her-and the results were amazing. The lithe young black girl was hot by the time he sucked the ice cream off her pussy, and the moment his lips touched her between her well-spaced thighs she just went ape! She seized his curly head and pressed it hard into her pussy. And Dave, driven to distraction by so much flesh and ice cream, just dug in as though he meant to tunnel his way out
"Mmmmmm, pussy-flavored ice cream," I said with a sidelong glance at Peggy.
"If you think I'm going to let you put that stuff on me, you're even crazier than I thought," she said, but her hand had extricated my dick and she was jerking me off with a pleasingly regular rhythm.
"Where's Vinnie, by the way?"
"Over there." She nodded at the living room and, at the opposite window I saw Vinnie's weasel head. It was nodding furiously, so I knew what his hands were doing at that moment. Dave was sucking at Brenda's tits now, cleaning the white ice cream off her dusky mammaries and sucking at her black nipples with all of his might long after the last traces had been removed. Suzy and Dannie stood by looking uncomfortable and excited. The stuff was dripping off them onto the floor and they looked to be shivering slightly. At last Dave grabbed them both by the waist and jammed his face between their bellies to begin eating and licking at the same frenetic pace. The two women leaned into each other, kissing like hens pecking, as they let Dave have his way. Brenda, looking profoundly content, sat on the couch facing us, her legs wide apart, her cunt wet and shiny. Beside me Peggy was taking shot after shot of the young black girl
I wanted Dave to get out of the proceedings just to see if Danny would take over and strap on a dildo. Dave, to put it mildly, was beyond suspicion. Neither Suzy nor Brenda had the physical strength to rape a chicken. But Danny, she could have done it, she was the type!
Dave was having too great a time to pay heed to my wishes, though. His face turned from one pussy to the other, eating his wife and the little blonde with equal verve. Dannie and Suzy were pawing each other wherever they could, too. They wanted to get rid of Dave but he wouldn't leave till all the white goo had been licked off.
However, when the last of it was gone and Dave had eaten his fill of pussy, a surprise move took place. Instead of retiring and letting the girls get at it, he lay down on the couch and Dannie got on top of him. She fitting his erect cock into her wet pussy and immediately started a powerful pounding motion with her loins while Dave lay perfectly still, his eyes closed, his fists grabbing at the upholstery for moral support. Suzy and Brenda sat on the other couch and caressed each other while they watched Mrs. Bickett rape the head of the household.
My suspicion of her grew with every driving thrust of her loins. Although there was no evidence of a leftward motion in her fucking, that might come later. For now I'd at least found a woman who preferred to be on top. Dave looked as though she was taking advantage of him. And Dannie looked intent, grimly lustful, pushing and fitting, her big ass cheeks shaking like skins filled with warm cream, her tits joggling from side to side and back and forth. How I wanted to fuck her at that moment. They could keep their teeny-boppers! I wanted to fuck Dannie and savor the fruits of her maturity!
"Oh Jesus," Peggy exclaimed, pointing to the window that Vinnie had chosen to peep through, "look at that nitwit! He's going to blow our cover, Joe!"
Vinnie had lost control. He stood full length up against the window, tugging at his cock with a passion, drooling all over his uniform. "Hell.," I said, "we've got to suppress that guy!"
"Wait a minute," said Peggy just as I was about to run around the house to get him, "what harm can it do? We've got pictures and tapes of the family at play. How could they do anything to us? Go on, let Vinnie loose on them. I've always wanted to see what he'd do if he had his way."
"You're right," I said, "but doesn't the same apply to us? I noticed you had your eyes on Brenda. Why not take advantage of the situation?"
"Isn't that unethical? I mean, Vinnie is a slob, he has no ethics. But you and I are private investigators, we ought to have principles."
"Yes, you're right again. And well uphold them . . . tomorrow."
"Right on, boss," said Peggy with a wide grin. We fetched Vinnie and as one we walked through the back door. The assembled company were more than just surprised to see us. They were outraged. Dannie was still astride Dave, fucking him into an erect stupor. And Suzy and Brenda were down on each other. As one they demanded that we leave. But Vinnie couldn't be held back any longer. With an asthmatic Tarzan cry he flung himself upon Suzy and dragged her to the floor where he started to finger her and kiss her furiously.
Peggy and I undressed, ignoring the protests. When we were naked we went our separate ways. Peggy headed for Brenda, whose protests subsided immediately. And I made for the mature woman in the family-who also shut up the moment my hard cock confronted her. That left only Suzy and Dave to make us feel unwanted. But Vinnie's fingering had the effect of subduing the little blonde, and finally she gave in to his crude manipulations.
"Now look here," said Dave, getting to his feet and holding a garment in front of his belly, "I don't want to seem rude but this is really going too far! Now please leave. I.. . er . . . well just go, that's all. And we won't press charges."
"Shut up, Davey," said Dannie sharply, "and sit down. Eat your ice cream or something."
That put an end to the resistance. I'd never seen Vinnie as happy as he was at that moment. He made no move to take off his clothes or even to pull his dick out. He just wanted to finger and kiss, and squeeze her tits now and then. Suzy seemed to understand Vinnie's kind of lovemaking. She watched with mounting rapture as his long finger slipped in and out of her blonde cunt And, while Dannie nibbled at my cock with a kind of incipient anticipation, I checked to see everyone else was happy, too.
Brenda and Peggy seemed to have hit it off right away. They were sitting with their legs entwined, their black pussies close together, staring into each other's eyes as they squeezed each other's tits and edged even closer. Dave found consolation in the freezer. And Dannie looked delighted to have so much virility in her mouth. She closed one fist around the base of my cock and licked at the glans as though it were a delicious sweet Her tongue was slightly abrasive and each time it touched down on certain parts of my dick I felt a storm or fine, hot tingles rush up my spine, making me all the more greedy for her blandishments. While she sucked at my dick I reached down and fondled her super-soft tits, three-quarters full of flesh, and experienced a sensation so exquisite that I just lapsed into it with body and soul
Slowly we came together and my body simply fitted into hers. It was like coming home, or putting on old, cozy slippers, or watching a TV show you used to see as a kid. But it was horny and raunchy, too, because Dannie was a one hundred percent woman. The moment my cock slipped into her capacious cunt her whole body started to undulate into me to get the maximum of my dick and the maximum of contact with my body. Her tits rubbed against my chest her pubic bone gnashed into mine, and her hands were quick to descend on my ass to start squeezing and pinching, encouraging me to even greater heights. I grabbed hold of her and began to pump my dick into her, at the same time glancing about the room to see how the others were doing.
Little had changed. Peggy and Brenda were down on each other, Suzy was giving Vinnie a hand job, and Dave had the television on to watch a ball game. Contentment was all around us. I turned back to
Dannie and resolved to fuck her till she couldn't take it any more.
Somehow we ended up on the floor, with me laying into her as if it was my last fuck. The inner flesh of her cunt barely touched my cock. It just teased me. I had to press her cheeks hard together to get the stimulation I wanted from her. And then, just to test her properly, I suggested she get on top for a while.
"Is that what you really want?" she asked, disappointment all over her face. "Don't you like to be the conqueror?"
"It's not that, baby, I just dig variety."
"Please Joe," she whispered into my ear, "don't make me get on top. My whole life has been spent on top of a man. For once I want to be crushed and fucked and loved like a real woman."
"If that's what you want, baby, that's what you're going to get," I said, fucking her hard. She wasn't the one. The rapist would have been delighted at the chance to take over. So now I was left fucking a woman for her own sake, and my attitude changed at once. I began to take notice of other aspects of herthe way her cunt was drenched and slopped sensually about my intruding cock, how her tits were pressed flat by my chest and her nipples felt like hard bullets under me, of her greedy mouth as she pecked and sucked at my face and did her best to stick her tongue down into my ear. Fucking her was like fucking an old dancing partner. She knew it all and did it all. Her hands slipped down the furrow of my ass and one finger strayed further down to my asshole. It just pressed down till my sphincters relaxed and let it in. That was like a booster rocket going off! If I'd been fucking hard before that, after it I became Johnny Staccato!
"Oh FUCK!" she yelled, and the word bounced about the immaculate home like a fart released in the Louvre. "FUCK ME YOU BRUTE! Oh, oh, yes, that's so nice-HARDER, HARDER, GODDAMMIT!" And then she would coo like a happy dove and cling to me passionately. By the time she was well done I couldn't feel her pussy around my cock at all. Much as I enjoyed her, my cock started to lose its impetus. And Dannie, being a real woman, noticed it at once in spite of her lax cuntal muscles and over-lubrication. She made me pull out and went down on me with such obvious pleasure that I surrendered to her at once. In less than a minute she had me rock-hard, a minute later she received the full bounty of my reserves, and suckled my dick until it shriveled back to its normal size.
The party was over. Everyone dressed again and tried to look as though nothing had happened. Instead of lingering we decided to go at once. We packed up and carried the equipment back to the car and drove home in silence.
"We struck out, job-wise," said Peggy when we were back in the office. "But man, that was some family, wasn't it? Hell. I sure do hope they're all like that."
"I doubt it. What will we do with ah these photos and tapes? Do you want them?"
"Just a couple for souvenirs. And Vinnie will want a few shots for his masturbation parlor. I guess well give the rest to the client. After all, she's paying for it all."
"That's true." Vinnie was dispatched to the darkroom to develop the day's work while Peggy and I listened to the tapes. They were a graphic record of the proceedings, exciting to listen to even without pictures.
Vinnie was in the darkroom for a long time. When we finally went in to check on him we found him jerking off over dozens of clear shots of the Ricketts. "Aren't you ever satisfied?" I asked, pushing him out of the small room and gathering up the photos. "Get out before you ruin these pictures with your dreadful emissions."
"Aw come on, boss, gimme a break," said Vinnie, trying to go back for his climax. "I ain't going to do it on the photos. See, I had my handkerchief ready to catch the sperm."
"That's very good." I gave him a couple of photos and took the rest into the office where Peggy filed them under L for Lomax. I didn't know at the time that we would fill a drawer with photos, recordings, and even 8mm films before we managed to solve the case.
CHAPTER THREE
We developed the photos and the film the same night, anxious to see how clearly they'd come out. Vinnie and I toiled in the darkroom till late, making use of all the sophisticated equipment I've put together in my years as a private eye. You can't get the kind of service you need when you're in my business. Private developers keep copies, censor the good bits, and sometimes call the police to check your stuff out. Besides, Vinnie gets such a kick out of seeing a blank piece of paper in the tank suddenly turn into a picture of a nude or a beaver. It tickles him pink, so much so that there are times when he has to jerk off right away. Luckily he was too pooped this time. I don't like to see my employees abuse themselves.
When we were done I hung the photos up to dry and went to bed, satisfied that we'd done a good day's work. Peggy was already asleep, naked, the covers on the floor, her lithe black body lustrous under the solitary bed lamp. She sleeps with me only when there's no company, otherwise it's the room next door for her. Sometimes I wonder why she lets me push her around the way I do.
She was up at six in the morning making coffee and sandwiches for our next field trip. I was in the bathroom and under a cold shower before I knew morning had come. The only way to wake up my system is to traumatize it. We found Vinnie asleep in the darkroom where he'd been checking out some of the photos with unprofessional care. He was stiff and tired when we brought him around, but eager to get on with the next mission. We drove out into the chilly, dewy morning and headed back to Burbank Street, silent, grim-faced, pale from lack of sleep-all except Peggy, who was asleep.
"Here it is, boss!" said Vinnie, and I could see the little pervert getting excited already. "The Hardy household. Looks like a nice place, too, just the kind of home to breed a rapist."
"Really?" I couldn't see why he should think that The house was a normal Early Pretentious type of Hollywood bungalow with columns and pediments and a whole lot of other decorations that made the house look like architectural leftovers slapped together. This made for a lot of good vantage points for peeping toms, however, and we hurriedly got to work before the family could wake up and ruin our strategy.
It had been Peggy's idea to come early on a Sunday morning. That way we could watch the family in bed, and, if they were truly American, the father and the mother might venture to fuck, in which case we wouldn't have to come back. This made sense to me. We snuck through the shrubbery to get to the back of the house, lugging cameras and microphones. Trees separated the house from its neighbors but we could hear the sounds of awakening families from somewhere. Vinnie whispered that the girlish squeals came from next door and, with glittering eyes, suggested we leave this house till later while we check out who was yelling and for what reason. I wasn't against it but Peggy hissed at us to keep moving.
The set-up was too ideal. The master bedroom had its own balcony, and the French doors were ajar. Quickly we checked to see if there was anything going on inside. Nothing. Two huddles under the blankets. For the rest, all was silence.
"Now keep the stuff strapped to your body," I whispered to Vinnie, "so that, if anybody comes out on the balcony, you can just get over the side and into the bushes, all right? I'm coming to reconnoiter the rest of the house and Peggy will be your lookout."
Vinnie nodded self-importantly and took his position at the crack between the doors, ready to peep. Peggy eased over the side of the balcony and onto a thick limb extending way out from an old oak tree. Lithe and soundless as a panther, I dropped down to the lawn and there, straight ahead of me, was the first sign of life in the Hardy household.
It was a girl, about seventeen, dark, close-cropped hair, the blankets drawn up to her chin, one arm out of the bed reaching for her cigarettes. She had the ground-floor room, very cute, the curtains wide open and one window up an inch to let in fresh air. I could hear her sigh and cough as she lit the first cigarette of the day. Only when it was alight and the smoke poured into her lungs did she sit up. The blankets fell away and revealed the most splendid pair of tits I've seen in days. Firm and rounded, shaped like two small watermelons that almost pointed dead ahead, very white with nipples as pink as budding roses, her tits brushed away the last of my morning fuzziness from my mind. I was as clear as a bell, my vision went from next to nothing to a perfectly focused 20-20, and my blood reached all of the extremities once more. She stretched lazily, took the cigarette from her mouth, coughed, and made to get out of bed. I sat with bated breath, waiting for those goddamn blankets to get out of the way and reveal the rest of her teenage body to me. Something changed her mind. She shook her head and lay back, pulling the bedclothes up over her ineffable chest
The door to her room opened and a younger girl came in, about fifteen, with pigtails, wearing a loose nightgown that couldn't quite conceal the pointed little tits poking up out of her chest. She looked like a tomboy to me and certainly walked like one. With an unintelligible remark she set a cup of coffee down at the older girl's side and left again, flouncing her little hips so her ass swung the nightgown from side to side. This was turning out to be some family! The girl sat up again and drank her coffee, oblivious of the eyes running over her ample protuberances. If only she'd get out of bed and let me see the rest of her!
She seemed to be in no hurry, so I crept around the side of the house and mounted the same oak tree that supported Peggy near the balcony. Another bedroom, with another lump under the blankets. I waited for a moment to see if anything would happen, figuring I'd have plenty of time to get back to the girl's room. Again the bedroom door opened and the tomboy walked in, with yet another cup of coffee. She put it down on the table next to the bed and shook the lump hard. A tousled head looked up, shook itself, and a boy of about eighteen emerged. The tomboy sat by the side of his bed and watched him take a sip of his coffee. I wondered why she sat facing him, with her nightgown halfway up her thighs. Was this a particularly close family?
The noises from next door seemed to get louder by the minute. A lot of people seemed to be laughing and fighting at the same time. I tried to peer through the branches but saw nothing but walls. And then I heard a different kind of noise-it wasn't laughter and it wasn't pain, but rather a mixture of both! Yes . . . yes . . . my ears pricked up and I leaned toward the house-yes, someone was getting fucked. There was no way to get next door without going through a dense hedge so I forgot about it. Besides, the tomboy was doing something very interesting.
I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, but saw the boy nod and the girl slip out of her nightgown. The sharp little tits were even more delightful now that they were exposed, looking ever so hard, like green apples. The cleft flesh of her cunt was plainly visible when she stood sideways, because of the remarkably large pubic bone. The boy stared right at her almost hairless twat, licking his lips as she came closer. His hands came round to clutch at her round little buttocks and brought her closer, closer, till his face was hard against her belly. The tomboy seemed to be enjoying herself. For several minutes she rocked into his face, her knees at either side of his chest, her cunt bearing down on him. He kept it up till she cried out loud enough for me to hear her. And then, moving swiftly and with precision as though this was an oft-repeated ritual, the girl pulled away from his mouth and searched under the blankets to find his tool.
It wasn't hard to find. The tent under his blankets gave her the clues she needed. A moment later I saw brisk motion under there, as her hand took hold of his cock and started to beat him off-again, with great expertise. How I envied him at that moment! There he was, propped up with several pillows, reclining in his bed, his arms by his side, while a naked nymphet gave him the hand job of the century. To orchestrate their pleasure, the noises from next door grew more frantic. Was that just one person getting fucked? It sounded like a gang bang!
In spite of my rising cock I remembered the obligations of the job. All members of this family had to be checked out. And the older girl should be ready to get out of her bed by this time. I scurried around the house and hid behind the bushes near her windows. Curses! Her bed was empty, the covers hanging down by the side to display the sheets that had so recently pressed into her delightful body. Where could she have gone? I crept up to the other windows but found no one except for an older woman in a dressing gown sipping coffee in the kitchen. Obviously the mater farmlias. Where, then, was pater? And what was he doing?
The master bedroom. I looked up to see Peggy peering in through the French doors, more interested in what was going on inside than in her actual job. And Vinnie was doing his utmost to ease his rodent-like body through the glass! Something was going on. I joined them as quickly as I could without alarming the whole neighborhood, and there was the older girl-sitting on the edge of the parental bed, with Daddy lying in it, the blankets just over his belly, arms folded back under his head, looking at her with a broad grin on his face. They were talking about something. Vinnie had the directional microphone going but the monitor was plugged into his ear.
"What's going on?" I asked Peggy.
"Nothing, yet." she replied softly. "But when the mother left the bedroom father and daughter became very chummy indeed. Watch!"
The three of us squatted outside the window, standing a very good risk of getting caught at it. But there was something about their mien that kept us glued to the French doors. He said something and her eyes opened wide, she squealed, and then, in a display of mock outrage, flung herself upon him to start a wrestling match. As they rolled about on the bed, the girl's skimpy nightgown got all knotted up about her waist, and I heard Vinnie groan with desperation as he grappled with his zip to start beating his abused meat once more.
It was a most affecting scene. Father and daughter wrestled till she got on top of him and pinned him down. Father, it seemed, preferred to sleep in the nude, and father was also horny as all get out. At least he was that morning. His daughter happened to sit astride the biggest erection I'd seen since the last time I took a shower. It lay flat against his belly and whenever she moved forward far enough we saw his knob poke out of her ass cheeks. She kept rocking back and forth, slowly at first, teasing him a little. Her nightgown stayed around her waist and the old man's eyes were riveted to the hairy pussy clamping down over his dick. I was begging her in my mind to turn around so I could enjoy the sight of it, too. As it was I had to be content with her ass-and very delectable it was! Bigger and softer than her little sisters, perfectly in proportion with her big, fulsome tits, made of flesh that rippled slightly as her cheeks flexed and relaxed over him. Daddy was having the time of his life. So was Vinnie. He was the only man in the world capable of taking pictures, recording, and jerking off at the same time. A great white blot appeared on the window pane, but that didn't stop him. His rat face was flushed with excitement, and I knew exactly how he felt
The only trouble was that nobody fucked in the Hardy family. We sat there for a long time, watching the daughter bring herself off while bringing her father to climax, but what did it all mean in professional terms? Sally might be pleased with the photos and the sound track, but wouldn't it be a lot better if I could report on the fucking styles of each member of the family? Of course it would. With an act of will I removed myself from the scene and checked the rest of the house over again to see if any copulation was going on. Again I drew a blank, but I stopped at the kitchen to explore the relationship between mother and son.
The mother was an attractive, young-looking woman who didn't pay too much attention to how well her dressing gown covered her breasts. She leaned toward her strapping teenage son, her hand on his knee, telling him an amusing story by the look of it and all the while her big dugs pushed out at him, distracting him visibly. He wore no clothes at ah, and his limp cock was just inches higher up his leg than her hand. It was frustrating not to be able to hear what they were saying. But the erotic side to it compensated for much. Suddenly, as I was about to leave them alone, the mother fell to her knees and took his limp cock into her mouth. I changed my mind about leaving and settled back down among the bushes to look on. Perhaps he would get around to fucking. And if he didn't well what the Hell.
The boy sat back in his chair and bit his lip, tense and pleased. His mother s head bobbed over his dick regularly, one, two, one, two, the rhythm of a woman who's devoted her life to the craft of blowing. In the process her dressing gown slipped down over her shoulders, and she cupped her tits in both hands to press them against his hairy legs, rubbing the nipples against him over and over in time with her sucking. I was sorely tempted to do a Vinnie over this scene, but a premonition made me conserve my energies. There had to be a story to all this family fun, and I was determined to find out what it was.
I tried to draw the attention of Peggy and Vinnie but they were too preoccupied with the bedroom scene. When I got up to the balcony I saw that father and daughter were doing a sixty-nine on each other. "Come on, you perverts!" I hissed, annoyed with them both. "This is the ideal time to go visit them."
"Are you crazy?" said Peggy without taking her eyes off the bed. "They won't answer the door in the state they're in."
"They will if we keep on ringing." I asserted my authority, derived from the fact that I dispense the paychecks, and they followed me as sullen as prisoners of war. We rang the bell and nothing happened. We kept ringing and knocking till finally someone called: "Who is out there?" That's when I put on my cop voice and said it was Detective McCannoczek, actually saying Private Detective, but whispering Private for the sake of breaking the ice more quickly. "Police?" It was the older girl who answered the door, now dressed in a nightgown and a thick, terry-cloth robe, with pink mules on her feet. Facing her made me blush all over. She was very pert-faced, big brown eyes with a cross expression, full rosy lips that seemed to have a life of their own (or was I still seeing her with her father's cock in her mouth?), her dark, close-cropped hair framing her oval face like a frame around a beautiful picture.
"In a manner of speaking," I said quickly, flashing my private eye's badge and credentials. "We're going from house to house investigating a reported rape, and we'd like to interview you and your family if we could."
"We've not heard of any rapes in this neighborhood," she said moodily, obviously anxious to get back to her family. "I'm sure we couldn't be of much help to you."
"Well, you see, we have no leads," said Peggy, standing close to the girl, too close perhaps. "That means we have to explore every possible angle and anything you can tell us might provide us with a basis for further investigation." Peggy was several inches taller than the girl and seemed to cow her somewhat, but she still seemed determined to get rid of us as quickly as possible. Lucky for us her father came down the stairs, asking who we were. She told him and he said she'd better invite us in.
"This is a good neighborhood," he told us over coffee in the living room, "and anything we can do to preserve it will be our pleasure."
"I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Hardy," I said. The tomboy had seated herself next to me and stared at me with unabashed curiosity. I couldn't put her green-apple tits out of my mind, so hard and bitable! And the protruding pubic bone with the inward curve of her succulent teenage cunt mixed in with it to send my brain around and around in small circles. Opposite me sat Mrs. Hardy, her bosom well-covered now and her bearing most dignified. Next to her sat the son, slouching back in his chair, looking restless, edgy, as though his mother hadn't quite managed to satisfy him before we interrupted. The names of the kids were Queenie, the oldest, Buster, the boy, and Pussy, the tomboy. Queenie seemed not disinterested in me now that we were inside. And Vinnie pressed up close to young Pussy, whose name had aroused the vilest instincts in him. As for Peggy, she seemed moderately interested in the head of the household, and took pains to show him that by flashing her thighs at him. Mr. Hardy was quick to notice that Peggy wore no panties. Everyone was quick to notice that. That's why she never wore those garments.
"Yes, rape," mused Mr. Hardy, gazing into the shadows of Peggy's dress. "Ugly business, reprehensible. Wouldn't want it to happen to any of my kids. Anyone know anything about this?"
They all shook their heads. I began to tell the story in more detail, all the time wondering how I could get them to fuck. Peggy was making a lot of headway with Mr. Hardy-but could he afford to unwind in front of his family? I dropped my cigarettes and looked under the table at his lap to see if she was having the desired effect or if his daughter drained him. No, Mr. Hardy was up for anything. I gave Peggy a secret wink, indicating she should step it up a little, and she immediately sat with even greater abandon.
Young Pussy, to put some distance between her desirable body and panting Vinnie, pressed into me, and at once my cock surged up and created an embarrassing bulge in my pants. She was the only one who could see it, though, because the table hid it from the others. And, as I talked on about the rape and its possible ramifications, her hand touched down on my rising cock and stroked it ever so lightly before withdrawing. God, how I wanted her at that momentl Queenie, too, and the mother as well, they all looked maddeningly attractive to me while my cock was up. But they remained restrained, just barely, and I guessed the restraining force to be mother Hardy.
Peggy was on the verge of opening her cunt with both fingers and jamming it into the head of the household's face by this time, and still nothing was happening. I decided it would be a rotten trick to play our trump card, but it was necessary for our collective sanity. Therefore I paused, looked around at every one of the Hardys, and said: "You know, we always do a little surveillance on the place owned by people we want to investigate, and so we came here earlier to do just that." I paused and looked around once more. The change in the family was startling. From polite attentiveness their demeanor had gone to tense suspense.
"Oh yes," said Mr. Hardy, as though he didn't know what I was implying. "You mean you drove by the house and . . . "
"No, I mean we peered through all the windows and took pictures, Mr. Hardy," I said cruelly. "And I have a question for all of you: how would you like me to show those pictures around?"
It was a rhetorical question so no one answered. The fear in their eyes spoke volumes, though, and so I delivered the coup de grace: "If you don't want me to spread the pictures all over town, I want you to make us feel more at home. Now that's not too much to ask, is it? Just make us feel comfortable and be candid in your answers to our questions."
"Yes," said Peggy, with a low wink at Mr. Hardy, "make us feel like we're part of the family, honey."
"That's out of the question," he replied. Buster, I noticed, was all for our proposition, and the tomboy's hand reached out to touch my hardness once again. Even Queenie showed herself to be willing by allowing the dressing gown to sag away from her knees to afford me a glimpse of her pubic bush at long last But mother and father sat in amid all this moral restlessness like rocks in the breakers.
"Trunk again," said Peggy, flashing her wares as well as the cameras. "Have you ever made it with a black chick, sugar?"
Mr. Hardy was sorely tempted but he shook his head: "I'm sorry, but this family has strong principles. I want my girls to be virgins when they marry and I want Buster to be new to the experience of copulation, too. So if you have designs of that nature on my children, then you'll just have to go ahead with your rotten schemes."
"Goddammit!" Pussy muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" exclaimed Mrs. Hardy, shocked.
"I said Goddammit!" the girl repeated through clenched teeth. "I keep telling Father that we can always put a bit of ketchup on the sheets on our honeymoon and the guy won't know the difference. But no, that's not for Daddy. He wants to be blown and jerked off but he won't let us girls have what we want!"
"Thafs right!" Queenie agreed. "I'm tired of masturbation day and night, Daddy, it's driving me crazy. Heck, all the girls in my class have done it and they all say there's nothing like feeling a big throbbing cock between your legs. Please, Daddy, please, just this once. If I know what it's like it won't bother me so much!"
"Yes, just once, Dad!" pleaded Buster, looking just as desperate as the girls. "I'm dying to fuck, I can't think of anything else any more."
Mr. Hardy looked at each of his children in bewilderment, then at his wife who sat by his side smiling quietly, as though it amused her to see her children begging to be laid. Then, with a humorous shrug of resignation, he said: "Well, I guess this is a democracy, so you and I will have to yield to the majority, mother."
"I suppose so, father," she replied, kissing him on the cheek. A moment later she was on my lap, rudely pushing Pussy out of the way, and her husband was down on his knees, his head up Peggy"s dress where he made wet sounds. The children were dumbfounded by this swift reaction. Buster didn't let the grass grow under his feet, though. In one bound he was by Queenie's side and hefted his stiff cock up her before they even hit the ground. That left Pussy with only one repulsive choice: the slavering affection of Vinnie. She took it.
Mrs. Hardy was down on me, sucking at my cock with real relish, and I felt myself slowly succumbing to her wet, vibrant lips. But before I slipped into this oral euphoria, I let my eyes wander over the amazing scene playing all about me. There was Buster humping his sister with all his might, panting and puffing while she squealed and laughed and cried all at once, bucking in opposite time to his fucking, clutching at him and biting his neck. Peggy was taking off her clothes while Mr. Hardy got a mouthful of her black pussy, her eyes already glazing with nymphomaniacal delight as she prepared to give her all to him. And Vinnie, the letch, kneeled on the ground and peered up at Pussy's hairless, bulging cunt while jerking on his flushed, worn-out tool occasionally licking at her split. She got her kicks watching everyone else going at it, but she indicated to me that I shouldn't devote too much time to her mother. She was fifteen and it had been a long wait, she told me with her eyes.
I wanted to oblige her but her mother had a powerful grip on my emotions at that point. Her smooth lips and her slightly abrasive tongue worked independently to give my cock the sweet and sour treatment, titillating me till my eyeballs rolled back and my loins began to jerk convulsively. I couldn't stop any of it from happening. The best I could do was hang on to my chair and pray for self-discipline. Vaguely I saw her big full tits dangling down out of her open dressing gown, big motherly tits with nipples darkened from weaning and lovemaking. I wanted to get my hands on them but if I let go of the chair I'd surely crash to the floor. This would never do. Her husband was still eating Peggy, and I got the impression both the Hardys were orally fixated. I would have to start a new trend. With a tremendous exertion of will power I drew away from her rapacious mouth and pulled her up to her feet. While I was lucid I checked Buster's motions-no, he wasn't the rapist. No leftward slant, just straight in and out, fucking like a virgin. He'd be finished in a matter of minutes.
Distractedly I pulled at Mrs. Hardy's dressing gown to get it out of the way. Already my cock pushed at her ass, anxious to enter and be enveloped in her warm, motherly flesh. She didn't exactly resist but I sensed her unwillingness to go through with this. Well if she didn't want I would have to foist it upon her, I reasoned, and with a swift motion I put her into a half Nelson and bent her forward, motioning for Pussy to move her mother's garments out of the way of my ramrod. She obliged at once, leaving Vinnie to his solitary pastime and watched closely as I aimed my flushed knob at her mother's ass. But just as I was about to shove it right up the wet furry box that bulged out toward me from between Mrs. Hardy's ample thighs, she twisted loose and pushed me away.
"No, don't," she said pleadingly. "Not in front of my children. I couldn't stand that"
"If she doesn't want to, I do," Pussy said from up close. She was all ready, naked and willing, and I was torn between the two of them for the moment Mrs. Hardy was lush, ripe, and experienced. Pussy was young and silly, tight as a fish's asshole no doubt and a virgin to boot. So what was I waiting for? I reached down and cupped her bare little cunt in the palm of my hand, easing one finger into her smooth slit to test her. Wet? She was dripping wet and very hot. The girlishness had gone from her eyes and in its place was intense desire, the kind I often saw in Peggy's eyes when she hadn't been fucked for a day or so.
"All right, baby," I said, 'let's you and me do it Where do you want it on the carpet or some place comfortable?"
"Right here," she said, embracing me and holding me tightly, "and right now. Look at that big thing of yours! Oh, I can't wait! Fuck me, Joe, just fuck me!"
As if in a swoon she sank down on the carpet and dragged me down after her. Her legs opened wide and those unripe apple tits of hers heaved up and down in a panic as she watched my gnarled cock head for the tiny entrance to her body. I found the target right off and pressed down hard. Her resistance was terrific. Again I pressed and still no result. But I sensed that her flesh would soon yield. She had her eyes closed and bit her lower lip to stop from crying out in pain when I pushed even harder. This time my cock entered her, only half an inch but far enough to dip my knob in her juices and to distribute them more evenly on the way back.
She clutched at my neck with both arms and her breathing became faster and more highly pitched. It sounded like a squealing wheel on a cart, panicky, doing her best to prepare herself for the definitive pain. It happened before either of us knew it. I couldn't think straight, not with all the violent sensations of pleasure being induced in my taut cock by her gripping cuntal flesh. It was like getting masturbated by a machine ten sizes too small for me, and I loved it! Then I was deep inside her, suddenly and unexpectedly, my cock probing the deepest depths. And a minute later she let out a yell that nearly shattered the windows, but by that time she was already ascending pleasure mountain, and her yell of pain merged easily into the purest ecstasy.
Now it was nice and easy, her tight vise of flesh slithering along my cock lubricated by juices and blood. She felt good under me, hard and tight, writhing like a snake and biting with the ill-modulated passion of the very young. I grabbed hold of her hard buttocks and squeezed them in time to the regular rhythm of my fucking, savoring her young body with all my might. Young girls and mothers, they were my favorite kind of women, but out of the two I couldn't tell which I liked better. Now and then I stole a glance at Mrs. Hardy to see what she was up to. She didn't look too happy what with all those cherries popping in the room, but she was interested in spite of that. Still in the nude, she sat in the center of the orgy and looked at each rutting, sucking couple in turn, and then her hands moved down into her lap, sneakily but effectively.
"Oh, stop!" cried Pussy suddenly. "Stop now, Joe, it hurts so much I can't stand it anymore!"
"Go through with it," I hissed, fucking all the harder. My cock and I were thoroughly in the swing of it now.
"No, don't, I can't, please stop for a moment!"
"Your box will adjust," I said, "give it a chance!"
"Oh no, it's not that." She smiled in defiance of the pain. "But this carpet is really hard on my back. Can we change positions?"
"But of course." Her legs went down under mine and we rolled over in a flash to start anew. Now she came up to straddle my loins and to work her teenage ass down over my erection. As she fucked, those hard little tits bobbed ever so slightly, whetting my appetite for a nibble of those pink nipples. I brought her down closer till they chafed against my teeth, and Pussy immediately stepped up the pace of her fucking. My hands ran along her smooth back, following it into the small of it, then out abruptly as it curved to form her ass. By just resting my palms on her buttocks I could experience the subtle, low-down quiver of her flesh whenever she thudded down on me and that, along with all the other maddening experiences, did me in completely.
I grabbed hold of her arms and began to pump her up and down, at the same time hoisting my cock up into her with all the strength my hips could muster. She seemed to understand what was about to happen because she worked as hard as she could to make the best of what remained of my erection. Then, as my cream blurted free and filled her fanny, she let out a grunt of animal pleasure and collapsed gracefully on top of me. We were wet with sweat and completely out of breath, but I didn't want to rest for too long. Mr. Hardy was bound to be fucking Peggy by this time, and once I had his number we could move on to that fascinating house next door.
To my surprise, I found Buster on top of Peggy, fucking her to beat the band. Mr. Hardy sat near to his wife, masturbating with that one-lap-to-go look on his face. Sure enough, as I watched him a dollop of white flew up into the air to be followed by a whole string of pearls, all of which landed on the carpet and sank into the pile of it. His wife smiled faintly, stirring one finger about in the depths of her hairy muff, but for the rest she maintained that odd sense of dignity and aloofness. My desire for her flared up anew but wasn't matched by an erection. As for Queenie, she lay stretched out along the couch, dozing happily. Vinnie squatted on the floor next to her, his face just inches from her closed pussy, his nostrils twitching as he inhaled whatever scent it gave out, still furiously beating his meat.
Buster finished with a staccato rally, and rolled off Peggy with a satisfied sigh. She didn't look quite as content, and at once looked around the room for a candidate to finish the job. My cock drooped, so did Buster's and so did Mr. Hardy's. That left only Vinnie. With a shrug she dug into her handbag and completed the job with her vibrator, much to Mr. Hardy's delight.
"Well, we certainly are sorry we couldn't help you folks with the investigation," he said when we were on the point of leaving his house. "But if you want to come back for a little more checking up, remember you've got an open invitation."
"We'll be back, Mr. Hardy," I said. "And probably sooner than you think."
CHAPTER FOUR
Late that Sunday evening, as Peggy and I sat in our respective chairs watching TV, there was a lot of doubt in my mind. Were we handling the case correctly? Wasn't this a rather time-consuming way of doing it? Burbank Street wasn't too long, just a cul de sac in a prosperous neighborhood, but even at this pace we'd need a few weeks to complete the job-providing the rapist still lived there, or had ever lived there, or would deign to show us his tricks! No, we had to divide forces. Vinnie and Peggy would serve the cause better by reconnoitering the neighborhood in a more superficial way, and then they could pass on the more likely prospects for further checking. That way I'd be able to give all of my attention to the elusive Hardy family for as long as it was needed. And, just to do my fair share, I'd take on the O'Grady household next door, the house of the erotic noises. I suggested this to Peggy, and she fixed me with a sardonic gaze.
"You're all heart," she said, "or should I say hard? Who is it in the Hardy family that's got your imagine? That little Pussy or the mama bear?"
"Now wait a minute," I said indignantly, "let's not forget who's the boss of this operation! I have to make sure it runs at optimum effectiveness, and this is the way to do it. Whether you like it or not, that's your assignment."
"Oh, don't get me wrong," she grinned, "I'd rather be out in the field fucking than sitting in the stuffy coop you call an office, working a typewriter. But I couldn't help laughing at you for trying to be so cook I'll take the Hardy and the O'Grady household, he says, like it's a sacrifice! Hell., you only want them to yourself, that's all. Now say I'm wrong, tell me if I am!"
I muttered something but there was no defense against her accusations. Well, so what? I thought. As long as I pass out the paychecks it's my choice to make.
"Hey boss!" Vinnie came up the stairs, looking somewhat the worse for wear from having spent time in the darkroom again. "There's a lady at the door who says she's your sister!"
"My what? Oh, Jesus, her name isn't Charlotte, is it?"
That's what the lady says. Will I let her in, boss?"
"No, don't do that. Tell her I've gone out, we're on vacation in . . . Panama, yeah, tell her that"
"Goddamn liar!" Charlotte came up the stairs, shaking her head and waving at Peggy. They were the best of friends, but I couldn't stand her. "I come to you for professional help and you want to turn me out like a cur into the snow. What a brother."
I pressed my lips shut tight and glared at the TV. We hadn't spoken to each other for over a year, ever since I'd come home to find her in bed with Peggy. Not that I'm prudish or anything. I like Lesbianism as much as the next man, more actually unless that next man happens to be Vinnie. But my own sister! In bed with a woman! And not just any woman but with that slut Peggy! I couldn't forgive her for that. It didn't seem to bother Charlotte. She took off her coat and sat on the couch next to Peggy, kissing her affectionately on the cheek. I had to give this to Charlotte, though-she might be loathsome and immoral, but she was a Hell. of a good-looking broad! We kind of look alike, same swarthy complexion, dark, brooding eyes, the same strong, fine-boned features, only hers were feminine, of course. She was an inch taller than me, another reason to dislike her, and she wore her hair down low, a tumble of black curls roiling down her back When she spoke it was with animation, gesticulating, her eyes sparking, betraying our mixed heritage. And she sat with her finely flared calves slightly apart, tempting my eyes to wander up under her dress for a moment-but I quashed that notion right away! She was my sister, the offspring of my mother, I couldn't possibly have sexual designs on her.
"Well, Joe," she said at last, having finished her chat with my secretary, "are you ready to give me help or do you want me to go to the competition?"
"No, no, what is it?" I said, not even trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "Did your stupid Pekinese get ripped off or something?"
"No, Joe, I was raped."
"Raped?" I felt as though someone had conked me on the head with a sledgehammer. "What do you mean . . . raped?"
"Fucked without my consent," she said tartly.
"But how, where, why?" I stuttered. A seething anger boiled up in me. Was nothing sacred? What was this world coming to when my own sister couldn't walk around the block without suffering the fate worse than death?
"How?" she grinned. "From behind and violently-rather nicely, actually. Where? Not far from here, on Burbank Street. And why? I guess there was no one else around."
"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, suffering for her.
"Hold on, Joe," said Peggy, "that must be the same guy we're trying to track down. Tell me, Chars, did he have a leftward motion to his fucking?"
"He sure did," said Charlotte. "My box feels like it's out of joint right now. But how did you know?"
"Hey, Charlotte," I said, getting to my feet, "let's not get dirty, okay? I mean, I don't want my own sister to tell the world what's going on with her privates, understand?"
"You can't beat Joe for high moral standards when it comes to his family," said Peggy to my sister. "Why, once I suggested he wanted to fuck his mother and he blew up so violently that it registered on the seismographs."
I gripped the arms at my chair and gnashed my teeth. They were just trying to provoke me. Charlotte bent over double laughing, and in the' process she parted her thighs too far, allowing me a maddening glimpse of her dazzling red panties. Oh, Jesus, why did she have to do that! Deep in my heart I knew why she made me so mad. She had always put out easily and generously for ah men and women who desired her sincerely-all except me, the man who . . . but no, I couldn't think that!
"Anyway," I said, getting a grip on myself, "is there anything you can tell us about this person? Did he make any sounds, drop any clues?"
"Nothing," she said, shaking her head. "I don't even know if it was a man. God, I've never known anyone to be so hard! It could have been a dildo for all I know."
Peggy and I exchanged looks and nodded knowingly. "What about breathing, panting, even a cough?" I asked. "Surely he couldn't have been completely silent."
"It's crazy, isn't it?" My sister threw up her hands, then reached for Peggy's cigarettes and lit herself one. "Nothing sticks in my mind about that. All I know is that I have to see him again, or her or it, whatever. No one has gratified all of my desires so completely. Oh, Peggy, if only it had been you instead of me among those dark bushes, then you'd know what it is to be properly fucked. I can't stop thinking about it. He just thumped and thumped, fucking like a machine, a sex machine, till I felt like a piece of meat at the end of his skewer! But wait a minute. . . . " She put her cigarette in the ashtray and reached under her dress. "Dammit, he blew in me. Hey Joe, can I use your tub? I don't want to produce little rapists."
"So it was a man," I said. "I wonder if we should take a sample of that sperm for future identification. Yes, we should. It'll be one clue, at least."
"I'll get the slides and a swab," said Peggy obligingly. She was back in a minute, but that minute passed like an age of violence for me. Could I ask her to take a sample from my sister's vagina? No, that was family business. I would do it myself.
"Okay, give me the things," I said in a gruff voice. Sweat broke out all over my body and I knew my face was probably red, but I couldn't let Peggy touch my sister again. "Now this won't take a moment, Charlotte, so if you would just.. . er . . . take them off and you know . . . I mean, I'll look the other way, if s not the first time I've had to do this."
"Go ahead, bro," she said in that lightly ironic tone that I detest. "I'm a big girl now-as you're bound to find out when you take your sample."
Peggy chuckled and stood by to watch. Vinnie, the pervert, hovered over my shoulder afraid to miss out on anything. "Get the Hell. out of this room," I told him. "What do you think, that my sister's genitalia are part of a public display? Go jerk off into the developing fluid or something."
It wasn't till later that I noticed Vinnie had ignored me. I turned to face my sister, sitting on the floor between her legs. She had removed her panties and pulled her dress up much further than she needed to have done. My fingers trembled as they took up the swab. I couldn't look her box in the eye, not just yet. With my other hand I picked up one of the glass slides and tried to hold it steady. From behind I heard a barely suppressed giggle. Oh yes, Peggy would enjoy this, I thought bitterly. She didn't understand there were some things sacred to me. Life was simple for her. She didn't care about goodness and morals. But Charlotte couldn't be enjoying this . . . even though she looked quite happy.
Then, inadvertently, my eye alighted on her pussy, and everything inside me froze, even my cock. Much as I tried to control my thoughts I couldn't stop the overwhelming impression that her cunt was beautiful and desirable and that it looked like all of my sexual fantasies. Her pubic hair was dark, almost black, and straight. It was very sparse for some reason, and it occurred to me dimly that she would have to trim it or else it would be a jungle like mine. The beginning of her slit was clearly visible, a thick indentation in her bulge of flesh as it curved away from the assertive pubic bone. I looked up a little more and saw how flat and sensual her belly was, with the cute dimple that I'd admired since we were kids. My belly button pushed out but hers moved in-and then I recollected vague, confused dreams I'd once had, of my navel tupping hers! I shook my head and told her to sit further forward. She spread her legs wide and reached down on to part her labia. My head swam and I couldn't focus my eyes, although I did my best to see her box as clearly as possible. My cock was trapped between my underpants and my leg, an unfortunate position that gave it no margin for further expansion. I couldn't reach down to adjust it either, that would have been telling!
"Take the sample, brother dear," I heard Charlotte say, and her voice had lost its sarcastic overtone. In fact, she sounded quite gentle, even affectionate. My hands were trembling uncontrollably, but somehow I managed to get the swab into the almost closed pink-ness of her entrance. It came out bearing a sticky dollop of sperm-or at least what looked like sperm. As I held it to my nose to give it a professional sniff, there was none of the familiar wheat germ-like smell to it!
"Smell this," I said to Peggy, "and tell me if you can identify the odor." She bent down and breathed the scent in deeply. Charlotte looked puzzled.
"It's not sperm," Peggy said definitely. "It looks like it but it don't smell like it. And I've never had anything to do with cream that smelled like this stuff. I mean, it's like Woollite!"
"Let me taste." Charlotte dipped a finger deep into her delectable . . . into her pussy and sucked at it reflectively. "At least it doesn't taste like WooMe. It's more peppermint."
"Vanilla. I think," said Peggy, poking her finger into my sister before I could stop her and tasting it too. "But more piquant . . . a bold vintage of vanilla, grown on the southern slope of the Tuscany hills, I'd say."
"Oh piss off," I said angrily, "and take that leering pervert over there with you. Put your panties on, Charlotte and we'll try to analyze it. Hell., if this, isn't the real thing it might have been a woman after all, using one of those cunning devices."
Peggy and Vinnie went back to watching TV once my sister had her panties back on. An atmosphere of normalcy was restored, at least in the room. My mind was still abuzz with the vision of Charlotte fingering herself. Childhood dreams . . . suddenly I regretted that we had never fooled around as kids. I mean, why couldn't we. have been normal? We could have played doctors without being immoral, or we might have taken baths together! She walked ahead of me into the small laboratory and eyed me expectantly as I closed the door after us.
It was as though she expected something of me, but whatever it was I couldn't face up to it Instead I busied myself with a microscope and a reference book. It was dead still in the laboratory, only her breathing disturbed the silence. And as the warm air of her breathing brushed along my cheeks I felt long, thrilling impulses course through my body. This was absurd!
"I can't identify it," I said with a sigh. "It's not a simple solution, but something sophisticated, a synthetic fluid produced by real chemists. That's too bad. The police laboratory might be able to make something of it, though."
"No, no," she said hurriedly. Then, coming closer to me, and resting her hand on my shoulder, she said in a calmer voice, "No, I wouldn't want him to get into trouble, Joe. After all, he did me a service and all I want him for is to shake his hand and invite him over to my place for dinner some time."
"Yes, right," I said curtly. "Well, let's go to the scene of the crime and see if we can pick up on any clues there." She looked disappointed but followed me out into the night and sat beside me in the car in silence. My facade was cracking. I wanted her! I wanted her so badly I could taste her! There was no point denying it to myself any longer. She was so sleek, so elegant, and her tits had been the bane of my life since she turned fourteen and grew her Own. Even now they were big and straightforward, scorning the use of a bra, the nipples forming tantalizing little mounds in her dress. As I looked at her tits the car went over a bump in the road and her flesh moved ever so slightly, but enough to send me into a zigzag. We got to the scene of the crime, checked it out, were alone in the dark in this quiet suburban street, and it would have been so easy to take her there and then-but I couldn't. I still had to shave this mug of mine every morning, and how could I face it when I knew it was the mug of a man who'd rape his own sister for no reason other than he was as hard as a board!
"Nothing," I said. "Well, let's get home-or do you want me to drive me to your place?"
"No, I don't want to be alone tonight," she said softly, and her hand touched my arm to uncover yet another erogenous zone. "Let's go back to your place."
Hope soared in my heart. I said nothing, just opened the car door for her and walked around to take the driver's seat. With a spinning of the wheels I backed out into the street, I slapped it into forward gear, and took off like a rocket. Obviously I couldn't ask her to sleep with me, I wasn't that sort of man. But if she insisted on sleeping with me, well, then I couldn't possibly refuse her.
"Would you mind if I spent the night with Peggy?" she said, sliding along the seat till her body pressed hard into mine. "I know it upset you last time but this time it'll be like two sisters sleeping together."
My world fell to pieces. I became too despondent to even get angry and to my horror I heard my voice whine piteously: "But I'm your, brother! Why don't you sleep with me?"
"Do you want me to? Oh, Joe, that would be great! Sure I'll sleep with you!" She hugged me and sat back in her place, smiling to herself-and I wondered if that smile expressed just pleasure, or a little bit of triumph, too?
But all that was beside the point. I sped home, laying the car into the corners, beating lights, and praying the cops were home in bed for once. They were.
As soon as the car see-sawed to a stop in the driveway we were out and running. She beat me up the stairs, waved at Peggy and Vinnie, and headed for my room. I tried to walk by in a normal way, and I even smiled at Vinnie's antics. He was down on his knees licking Peggy's box into insensibility, abject, like a trained dog. And Peggy loved it, luxuriating in it while watching television. Charlotte paused at the door and twitched her hips at me. That did it. I ran inside, slammed the door to, locked it, and faced her.
When she came towards me, swaying, mesmerizing, seductive, I lost my nerve. This was my sister! How could I be doing this, me, Joe McCannoczek, the most eligible private eye on the West Coast! No, this was too much. I turned off all the lights, and in pitch darkness we came together as man and woman. My hands felt the yielding softness of her tits, and the hard round buttons holding her blouse closed, the silky material that stretched over her breasts and the wiring of her bra. Greed overcame me. I wanted to touch all of her-and right away. Thirty years of waiting had come to an end. The palms of my hands slid down into the curve of her waist and over the sudden plateaus of her hips, down to the jutting buttocks that were so nicely accentuated by her tight skirt.
Only after the rapid grand tour of her curves had taken the edge off my lust was I able to take her body piece by piece. She stood perfectly still as I unbuttoned her blouse. There was no way of telling what she was thinking. Perhaps she didn't want me after all. Her intentions seemed clear enough when she bolted into the bedroom, but did she know what she was doing? After all, she was just a woman, and they tended to get emotional. To be on the safe side I clicked on one of the lights, the small bed lamp, so that a dim glow lit up her facial features. One look assured me that she knew perfectly well what she was doing. Her beautiful face wore an expression of sheer, unmitigated lust, and the tip of her pink tongue flicked at her lips with all the nervous tension of a snake about to pounce. When I had calmed my fears I let my eyes stray down over her chest, taking in the exposed flesh of her tits bulging up out of the bra cups. With trembling fingers I undid the rest of the buttons and helped her off with the blouse.
Charlotte still didn't move. She stood as if she'd always wanted it to be this way, with me stripping her and then using her to my heart's content. I reached around her to get at the bra straps, and as I did so our faces came very close together. My heart stopped for a moment. This was too confronting. But then her face dipped forward and her soft lips melted into mine for a blissful moment. That did it. I let go her bra strap and took hold of her shoulders to hold her tightly to me, to kiss her profoundly, with tongue extended. The writhing lengths of flesh met deep in her mouth and entwined like mating creatures, licking and pushing at each other, while her hot breath seared along my cheak and our pubic bones ground together in a separate mating ritual. My fingers tightened on her shoulders, grabbing at her till she twisted away in pain. As she pulled away her hands reached for my zipper and in a thrice she'd extricated my pole from its hiding place. "Oh, Joe!" she murmured, looking at it with undisguised delight, "How you've grown! You always were big as a kid but now . . . you've come a long way, baby." And so saying, she got down on her knees to begin licking my dick.
It took me a while to get over the shock of that. She was just a tramp! A McCannoczek but a tramp! A common slut! My sister had the hots for sex! There was no way of getting around it. And, since it was so inescapably true, I resigned myself to the fact. Besides, her tongue was doing wonders down there. It slid round and round, clinging like a vine, then lightly dancing over the most sensitive parts of my dick, sliding against that touchy area just below my glans, running from top to bottom till my knees had turned to jelly and my hips had started a primitive motion.
She knew just how to do it. When I started to fuck the air she pursed her lips against the side of my cock so that the taut flesh brushed against her soft wetness in a most tantalizing manner. It was a beautiful feeling but just short of being satisfying, just as a filter cigarette lacks the kick of a Camel, for instance. I needed more but she wasn't giving me any. Even when I pressed her head towards my dick with one hand and held my cock hard against her pursed lips with the other, there still wasn't enough to please me. Only when she pushed my hands out of the way and turned to take my throbbing knob between her lips did I feel my lusts focusing. That's when I began to fuck her face with fervor and, even though I couldn't be convinced that my sister had had a promiscuous sex life, she kept up with my demands with remarkable ease.
And then she started to swallow all of my eight inches, taking them like a sword swallower at a fair! In and out, gleaming like it was brand new, dipping down deep into her throat before she drew back and let her lips quiver over the curve of my glans. A terrible desire boiled up in my belly, a need to fuck, the same need that must have inspired the first men to attack their mates with brutality. Both my hands clasped against her temples and held her head as in a vise. Then, with ramrod thrusts, I sank my cock deep down her neck, fucking her and grunting and sweating, only dimly aware of who I was and who she was or what we were to each other. It felt so goddamn good! Her mouth was as hot and wet as any pussy I'd ever entered but the fact that it was her mouth filled me with a feverish elation. She liked me enough to let me do this to her? Then she had to be crazy about me!
Harder and harder, driven by a white-hot passion, until, with a grunt of release, I let go of my sperm and filled her full to bursting. For a few mad moments everything was dizzy and red in my mind. I couldn't see or hear or do anything but squeeze more of my juices out through my cock and into her mouth. There seemed to be no end to it. But finally, finally, some sense of calmness returned to my head, my cock subsided, and I heard the wet sounds of sucking as she tried to drain the last few drops from my member.
"Oh God!" I exclaimed as I realized the full import of what I'd done. "Oh, Charlotte, I'm so sorry! I should never have forced you to do this! Can you ever forgive me?"
I dropped to my knees and embraced her, burying my head in her long, curly hair. She patted me on the back, swallowed deeply, and in a husky voice said: "I loved it, Joe, I loved every minute of it. You know we've both been dying to do this for years. Well, now it's happened, and I'm very, very glad."
"Are you really?" I faced her now. and looked deep into her eyes. "You're not mad?"
"You must be joking," she said, and a wicked gleam came into her dark eyes now. "With equipment like this no girl is ever going to be sorry she gave in to you." Her hand squeezed my cock gently and at once a tingling sensation of renewed life sprang up down there. My lust for her burned on, somewhat dampened but as hot as fire under ashes. All she had to do was blow on the ashes a little and she could fire them all over again.
"Then let's get into bed," I said. All notions of her being a tramp vanished from my mind, perhaps because there was so much of her to think about. All the parts of her that still remained a mystery to me, her nudity, different angles on her pussy, how would her tits look when she stood up, sat down, lay back? Visual lust predominated, but I took my time undressing her, using her for a striptease as it were. She knew it well enough, and it was obvious that she delighted in the impact her body's assets had on my already devastated sensibilities.
That's why you were so angry a year ago, right?" she said softly as I took off her bra. "Finding me in bed with Peggy was the last straw."
"I guess so," I replied, concentrating more on her ineffable body as it appeared from out of her clothes. Naked to the waist now, with my hands slowly working her skirt down over her rounded hips, her flat belly coming into view, then the line of her panties, dazzling red, hot, stretching over the part of her that I'd examined recently but that still held me in its thrall. When her crotch became visible I let her skirt fall to the ground. I was on my knees before her, that prominent bulge very close to my face. Through the flimsy material of her panties I could see the outline of her pubic bush, thick, pushing at the garment down to where it had gotten caught up between her labia. She stood perfectly still as the panties came away. Above me her tits heaved up and down in excitement. I couldn't wait much longer and nor could -she. With an abrupt movement of my hand the panties came off her in tatters, and there she was, my sister, naked as the day she was born, but very much changed.
It wasn't till I took off my clothes that my sense of shame returned. My cock stood up tall, nothing to be ashamed of in itself. But it was the idea that my sister had this effect on me that caused me to feel so guilty. I lusted for her and at the same time I wished she was someone else. Once again I ticked off the lights and concealed my shame with darkness. She didn't question me. Together we crawled into the bed and waited for my shame to subside. It didn't take long. Under the sheets her warmth enveloped me, and then her sensual perfume drew me closer, closer-and when our flesh met it was all over. I rolled into her arms and she rolled into mine for a head-to-toe kiss.
In the comforting darkness I slid down her long, elegant body, kissing her full tits and nibbling her nipples, going down to her hard, smooth belly, and further to where the dry pubic hair grew luxuriously. It was only dry on the outside, though. The moment my tongue crept down into her furrow my senses were flooded by the ample juices within. She opened her legs wide for me and lifted her cunt up to me slightly to make me feel all the more at home, all the while moaning softly and moving from side to side in appreciation of me being down there. And her cunt seemed to open up like a flower at dawn! With every lick, every kiss, it yielded more of itself to me until my face was buried in tender flesh and succulence, and the tart fragrance of her womanhood suffused me from my mind down to my aching balls.
Ragged memories rankled through my head as I dug into her wide-open pussy and my tongue lolled inside her body. It was true, I'd been angry over her going to bed with Peggy because she'd gone to bed with everyone but me. It didn't seem reasonable to like someone as much as I liked her and then to be cut out of her love life merely because we were kin. But now she was mine, and those childhood memories that had been haunting my wet dreams for so long came to a fine point and focused in on my erogenous self to amplify every sensation. Even sliding my hands up under her ass was a major experience for me-me, the man who'd handled scores of women, some of the most beautiful women in the world, in fact!
Her hips were bobbing up and down wildly as my tongue devastated her resistance. The moans turned to animal grunts. Both her hands were down on her pussy to help herself along, frantically titillating her clitoris while I tongued and sucked and Worked my face into her slippery flesh. My cock, in the meantime, poked into the mattress in a vain bid to satisfy itself.
"Now, Joe!" she cried suddenly. "Put it to me now! Oh, give me that big hunk of meat! I think I'm going to cave in! Yes, yes, OH JOE! OH, THAT'S SO NICE, SO NIIIIIIICE!" Her voice trailed away into a long sigh as my cock bumped against her flesh formation and eased into the darkness of her cunt. How well it fitted. All around its taut dimensions I felt a quaking, caressing sponge of flesh that almost aborted my emission. If it hadn't been for her blow job I wouldn't have lasted for a second. As it was I managed to get past the first crisis to start fucking in earnest
I started off on top of her but pretty soon we found ourselves rolling about in the bed. Now she was on top, then it was me, all the time reaming into her with a fervor I associated with my youth. My cock felt like a chunk of hot steel, not particularly sensitive but prepared to go for the marathon. And Charlotte, judging by her cries of applause, wanted all she could get.
"Give it to me dog style, Joe," she said suddenly, her voice breaking with the excitement of the occasion. "That's how I always pictured it between you and me."
"Okay." I wanted to ask why she'd chosen that position as her favorite but questions could wait-my lust couldn't. In the darkness I could make out her white ass and the black area between her thighs where her pussy yawned at me greedily. My knob moved back into the fold, paused for a moment, then rammed deep into her moist, warm sheath and lodged right up her. The air escaped from her lungs as my meat filled her ass, and for a while she couldn't get her breath back because I started to fuck like a madman. This was a great position! Her ass pushed into my belly, and to do her right I had to hunch over her like a bull, fucking, working hard, using all my back muscles to deliver each thrust to her complete satisfaction. The light went on suddenly. She'd reached out and switched on the bedside lamp, saying: "Look at me now, Joe, and what do you see?"
"The greatest ass in the world!" I exclaimed, driving my rod up between her soggy labia, and straightening up to get a better view of those ivory orbs shining in the faint light. Just above my cock's entrance was her asshole, somewhat distended and very inviting. One long finger rotated its way inside, relaxing her, egging her on, prodding deep until she could hardly stay in position. Cock and finger moved in and out in unison. Charlotte begged for mercy. The top joint of my finger crooked forward and tickled her innards. She started to yell hoarsely. I leaned further back, feeling somewhat dissociated from all this, watching as she caved in before me, razed to the ground by my clever cocksmanship and steady fingering. It was a treat to see her lose her self-possession in this way. Her hands gripped at the sheets, her face turned from side to side, and her cries were positively vulgar.
But that feeling of removedness gave way suddenly to the renewed realization that she was indeed my sister, and with that I lost control over my balls. I broke into a gallop, slamming my cock into her from different angles, and then pushing hard to get my dick right up her, at which point I pressed my pubic bone hard into her and reached for the sky. She came apart cataclysmically, and I soon followed, blurting my cream into her, slipping out, depositing the last drops on her ass, and finally falling back to He on the bed looking at her stiU crouching down in front of me.
It took us a long time to recover from our outburst.
At the end we crawled back into bed and, just before she turned off the light, she looked at me with a reassuring smile and kissed me goodnight. I fell asleep almost instantly.
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up with a hard-on that was lifting me skyward, and with groggy memories swilling about in my mind I reached for the woman in. my bed. Only there was no one present! I opened one eye and checked. No, not a soul in sight. Where was she then? She hadn't gone to Peggy's room, had she?! I sat bolt upright, about as awake as anyone can be. But it was all right, she was in the far corner of the room putting the finishing touches to her morning toilette.
"Hey, come back into bed with me," I said, throwing the sheets aside to reveal my splendid, towering erection. "Your favorite brother has a present for you."
"No, Joe, thanks all the same," she said, checking her appearance in the mirror. "One night is enough.
You've satisfied my curiosity and my body, and I couldn't ask for more than that."
"But why? Don't you think we'd be great as lovers?"
"I know we are, but that's not the point. Last night it worked out because both of us were on fire. And it would be fun today, too, but after that we'd slip into the same old routine and we'd make each other miserable just like everyone who's having an affair. We should avoid that, Joe, we like each other too well for that."
I shook my head and tried to think up a logical argument against what she'd said, but nothing would come. Meanwhile my cock throbbed on, not caring that its reason for being had just been demolished. "You mean, this was the last time?" I asked feebly.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't say that." She walked over to where I sat and kissed the head of my cock gently, then pinched my cheek like she was my older sister, and left the room saying she'd put the coffee on. I felt most crestfallen. Our passionate bout had made deep inroads in my mind and now that she'd rebuffed me my lust grew all the more intense. I considered jerking off but that wouldn't be the same. All I wanted to do was plunge it back into that titillating, spongy flesh to let her cunt evoke the beast in me once more. Restless and frustrated, I got out of bed and walked through the room, pacing with my cock sticking out ahead of me like a warning signal.
In the corridor outside my room I heard Peggy call down to Charlotte: "Are you making coffee, Char?"
And Charlotte's answer came from the kitchen, yes, she was making coffee. "Could you bring me a cup, then? I'm too pooped to get out of bed just yet." Consent wafted up along the staircase. Peggy! And why not? I waited till my secretary's door was closed, then snuck out into the hallway and tiptoed up to her room. I peered inside to see if she was watching. No, the black girl's head was turned away from me and her long, sleek body was mostly out from under the bed clothes, arrayed most fetchingly to show the beginning of the split of her ass. What an ass she had, I thought as I crept toward her. Her cheeks bulged back and not to the side, forming a rounded plateau at the small of her back that made her ass look cocked up at the world-and at me. My cock was strongly drawn to that ass. Familiar as it was, in my condition it was as enticing as any ass had ever been. She still didn't know I was in the room until I pounced on her. With one motion I rolled her over on her belly and jumped on top of her, my painfully stiff cock prodding into her bulbous flesh to get at the much desired orifice.
"Joe!" she cried, twisting about to see who it was. "Oh, no not now, get off me. I'll take care of your business later, all right?"
"Why not now," I said through clenched teeth, laboring to overcome her resistance. "I'm ready for you."
"Just do me a favor and wait a while." She tried to throw me off but I had a tight hold on her. My cock was making a little headway, parting her thighs and actually making contact with her dark pussy. "Come on, Joe, get the fuck off!" She bucked to throw me off but it was no use. Her protests only made me desire her all the more.
"I'm not leaving," I hissed. My glans had pried apart the warm flesh at the entrance and my consistent pumping brought it down deeper and deeper. "I know why you don't want me around. You had plans for my sister, didn't you, you dirty dyke. Well, one McCannoczek is much like another, so take this, you slut." My knees finally got the right leverage and prised her legs wide apart. With a loud 'Schlub!' my cock sank right into her wet interior, and with that her stiffness left her. Even though she kept on protesting I knew she was pleased with what she had. I lay flush on top of her, holding her legs well apart, and bashed my cock up her hard and fast until even her whimpering protests faded away.
It was in this position that Charlotte caught us. She came in with two cups of coffee, saw what was happening, and sat down to drink one of them. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, and looked hard for signs of jealousy. But no, Charlotte is too cool for that sort of thing. She looked a little put out, perhaps, but that could have been morning tiredness too. Grimly I returned to my black companion and prodded deep and long to make her climax with abandon. When Peggy comes the whole world gets to know about it, at least when she's in the mood to let them know. Then she yells and screams, sobs, and gets as trembling as jelly all over until the last tremor passes away. That's how it was that morning, no doubt for Charlotte's benefit. But I couldn't help but feel a little pride in my own craftsmanship. When she went limp I squeezed her cheeks together to put more pressure on my cock, and a moment later I released the last of my lust.
"Your coffee is getting cold, Peggy," said Charlotte archly.
"Oh, thanks baby," said Peggy, grabbing a hand towel and sitting on it. "Phew, that brother of yours can't get enough, can he?"
"That's very true," said my sister with a touch of irony in her voice. "Still, when you think of the men in this world who've had enough, it makes you appreciate the greedy ones, doesn't it?" I guess so.
"By the way," Charlotte went on, "I don't know if you're aware of it, but that dirty weasel Vinnie is peering out of your closet."
"He sleeps there sometimes," Peggy nodded without even turning around to see.
"Hey, Vinnie, go polish the car!" I said angrily. The weasel emerged from the closet and left, fumbling with his fly buttons. When he was gone I turned to my sister and asked: "By the way, I meant to ask you earlier, but what were you doing in Burbank Street last night?"
"I was on my way to see some of my clients." Charlotte works as a booking agent and is said to be very good at it.
"Which clients?" asked Peggy.
The O'Grady family."
"You know them?" I asked excitedly. "Hey, that's terrific, now you can introduce me to them."
"I didn't know you were star-struck, Joe," said my sister.
'It's not that, but we're working our way down the block to find the rapist. They were next and I'd been wondering how we could get their confidence. But that's settled now."
"Sometimes you take me for granted," Charlotte muttered. "However, anything to find that rapist again-anything!"
"Mmmmm, I'd like to meet this person," said Peggy humorously.
Tramps," I mumbled. They ignored me. "Anyway, that's what we'll do, and Peggy and Vinnie can check out that peculiar building next to the O'Grady house Did you find out what goes on there yet?"
"It's sort of mysterious," said Peggy. "Someone suggested it might be a branch of the secret police, but you know how rumors malign truth."
"So your job will be to blow a bunch of cops," said Charlotte, licking her lips lewdly. "Couldn't we trade positions, Joe?" I didn't answer. She could be aggravatingly facetious at times.
We bundled ourselves and our equipment into the one car and drove at a fast clip to Burbank Street. On the corner stood the Ricketts' home, quiet, distinguished, giving no evidence of the continuous orgy going on within its walls. Next to it the Hardy home, just as respectable and whitewashed; but I knew that inside its walls lived a cunt that throbbed with life and passion, a pussy that would be on my mind until I had explored its depths. At that very moment, I was willing to bet, it was hot and wet, snug between Mrs. Hardy's thighs. And she was probably sitting on it, unaware of the power it exercised on my mind! The O'Grady house was next, a stylish ranch house set well back off the street in a brake of ferns and bushes. We passed it and stopped before the mysterious building next to it to let Peggy and Vinnie off.
It was made of concrete and the few small windows that were visible from the street were heavily barred and shuttered. A few long, sleek cars stood in the driveway, behind a wrought-iron gate. At the entrance stood a guard who looked anything but friendly. I turned the car and parked it a few houses down the block, but kept my eye on Peggy to see if she was able to get past him. It took a while but eventually the dusky charmer melted the man's iron resolve by means of sex and money. I sighed with relief and took up the slim executive briefcase containing the necessary recording devices. "Let's go," I said to my sister.
She led the way to the front door, swinging her fulsome ass at me as if she meant to torture me for having fucked Peggy that morning. I just watched and tried to convince myself that sisters aren't sexy. But how could I prove that to myself when the very sight of those full cheeks pushing against the tightness of her skirt had my cock pulsing with wild desire! When she came to a stop I bumped into her, so intent had I been on the vision of her swinging, quivering ass flesh. She turned around with that ironic, knowing look in her eyes, but said nothing.
She rang the bell and a moment later a fresh-faced lad with dark, curly hair appeared. "Hi, Charlotte!" he said brightly. "Good to see you! Come on in!"
"Thanks, Chuck," said Charlotte. "This is my brother, Joe, by the way."
"Glad to know you, Joe," said the lad. I guessed him to be about fifteen, well-built, wearing a plaid shirt and pressed jeans, spotless sneakers, and he had the kind of tan only sported by people who have a pool in the backyard.
"Yeah, right," I muttered, disliking him because he was so perfect. He led us into the living room, blonde furniture, gold carpet with deep fuck, lots of sunlight, French windows overlooking the pool, everything immaculate and quite, quite, perfect. Mr. and Mrs. O'Grady sat in the conversation pit reading magazines. Two girls swam about in the huge pool. The sound of rock & roll wafted down from upstairs. Introductions were performed and Mr. and Mrs. O'Grady were glad to know me, too. The intention of my visit wasn't explained. Instead Charlotte got down to her own business, which left me with nothing to do but wander out onto the patio to get a closer look at the girls.
Both were very blonde and beautifully tanned. Now and then I caught sight of their faces as they thrashed through the limpid waters, a flash of white teeth and blue eyes, water streaming along their girlish but strong backs, the gleam of the sun on their wet swimsuits where they stretched tight over their buttocks, long brown legs kicking in harmony with their flailing arms, and once more my cock started to tick like a time bomb. I couldn't help but wonder why everything made me feel so horny these days! Hell., if the Mona Lisa appeared before me I'd get a hard-on! Odd, but the more you get of sex the more you need it. Or was it just a phase?
"Hey, Joe, while we're conducting our business here why don't you look around the house?" Mr. O'Grady called out to me. "Hey, feel at home, huh?"
"Okay, thanks." I disliked him, too. Dark curly hair framed his handsome, square-jawed face. He looked just like his boys. The mother looked like the girls, blonde, a cute, upturned nose, light blue eyes, and sexy red cupid-bow lips. Both wore white casual shirts and white slacks, she with white sandals, he with white bucks. She had a luscious figure, bulging over a little at the tits and thighs, but for the rest she was as clean and neat as everything else in the house.
I walked about aimlessly, inspecting the laundry facilities, the kitchen, the bedrooms upstairs, the rumpus room, the music room and more, and everywhere I went it was the same: beautiful and dull. This show place of a nation surely couldn't harbor a rapist! No, sexy as the daughters were, I figured on giving this place a miss. What the Hell., Miss Lomax wouldn't expect me to check every lead!
I came back through the living room and onto the patio. Charlotte and the O'Gradys were still very much involved with contracts and other papers. The girls were still swimming back and forth. Out of boredom I walked to the back of the pool and up to a small concrete building that probably housed the filtering plant. I would have stopped there and gone back if it hadn't been for an odd sound, a sound that made me recall the sounds that had drifted over to the Hardy house so recently. Fucking sounds! My ears pricked up and so did the rest of me. Yes indeed, for all the trappings of decency and cleanliness, this was the house that had issued all the sighs of passion and the groans of ecstasy! For a moment I looked around at the O'Grady residence through new eyes. What a cover!
But then I hurried on tiptoes to the side of the little building and stopped just at the corner. The sighs were louder now, positively lecherous. I peered around very carefully, and what I saw nearly sent me reeling backwards with shock! There, perched on a garden stool that leaned back against the wall, sat a middle-aged woman, her skirts up around her waist, her panties down around her knees, ,her big hairy maw pushed outward at a young boy kneeling in the grass before it. The woman held her labia well apart and pushed down from the inside so that the pink inner flesh bulged out and distended the entrance to her cunt. The boy had a small jam tart in one hand, and, his face set in a frown of concentration, did his best to insert the small cake.
"Yes, Kevin!" she groaned, licking her lips nervously. "Go ahead, push it right up me, it won't hurt
What am I saying! It'll feel terrific! That's my boy. Oh God, you're so pretty, Kevin, so adorable! Why don't you come see me more often? Aren't I always good to you? Oh, oh, yes, that's lovely, push it up further!"
She almost fell off the stool trying to push her cunt down over the jam tart. The boy said nothing, just went on pushing it up her further and further, until only a fraction of it peered out of its wet pink enclosure of flesh. The woman's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and in a growling, hoarse voice she said: "Now eat it, you son of a bitch, eat it down to the last crumb or I'll bite your goddamn little balls off!"
Obediently the boy leaned forward and both sucked and bit at the jam tart. The woman held his head tightly down on her cunt and jerked her hips back and forth, making her position on the stool all the more precarious. She didn't seem to care. On and on it went, with the young boy eating her cunt and with her proffering more of herself to his busy mouth. All the while she moaned and sighed, rolling her eyes and slavering, muttering obscenities and words of pleasure. The boy tried to draw away from her at one point. His hands were already undoing his jeans and his cock pushed against the confining material. But she wouldn't have it. With an angry grunt she pulled his face back into her hairy split and began to fuck his face with the grim determination of a mother feeding porridge to a reluctant child.
I watched in astonishment, forgetting about everything but the bizarre scene taking place before my eyes. Even my own hominess was put aside. Slowly it dawned on me that the woman wore a maid's uniform and that het features were not those of the other O'Gradys. At that point I heard the boy's muffled voice say: "Hey, come on Mona, give me a break. I mean like, hey, it's my turn now, isn't it?"
"All right, kid, do your thing," she sighed, obviously disappointed. "One day I'll get enough of your tongue, but this isn't it." She got down off the stool, grabbed the seat of it with both hands, and stuck her big ass out at him, her legs spread well apart in readiness. Kevin dropped his jeans and dug his cock deep into her ample flesh. Both of them seemed to have gone through this ritual before. Mona's face wore a look of faint pleasure mixed with resignation. Kevin looked intent only on getting his rocks off. He fucked like a fiend for about a minute, then grabbed hold of her big ass and jerked his load up her with a flurry of frantic motions. As soon as he had squirted his works up her he pulled his dick out, took out a handkerchief, wiped himself down, and pulled his jeans up.
"Thanks Mona," he said, preparing to leave her. That was real neat."
"You're welcome, kid," she muttered.
I moved away quickly, standing on the other side of the building till Kevin had disappeared into the house. The girls were still swimming up and down. The maid appeared soon after and walked into the kitchen's entrance, still shaking her head.
Now my interest in the O'Grady's was at its peak. Things did happen in this family! Was it only Mona?
Or did everyone participate? Either way, the notion of there being a rapist here was no longer as inconceivable. Charlotte and the parents were still talking, so I took it upon myself to tour the house one more time, this time with an eye out for small details. I went upstairs first, past the bathroom where someone was showering, probably Kevin. The bedrooms were all empty. At this point I began to work out the sleeping accommodations, and my pulse quickened as I realized that the six children shared two bedrooms. The third bedroom was occupied by the father and mother, a small room leading off the corridor opposite the kids' rooms was Mona's-but why' hadn't they used some of their money to provide the children with individual rooms?
I walked into the first bedroom and checked out the clothes and books, toys, decorations, only to find this was the girl's room, three separate beds, desks, and a lot of girly things. The next room belonged to the boys obviously. That was sort of disappointing. I leaned against the wall to get a better view of the room in the hope of finding giveaway, telltale signs of intrigue and lechery-and then something gave way behind me to provide me with just such a signal The full-length mirror swung away to open into the girls' room. I examined the fixture closely, and found traces of amateur workmanship. Obviously the boys had hacked out a hole in the walls themselves and covered it with the mirrors on both sides so their parents wouldn't find out about . . . what? It could only mean one thing. People were fucking in this house! And they were fucking against the rules, or else why should they have to sneak?
I made up my mind there and then to give the O'Grady household my full attention. Miss Lomax could say what she wanted but this was a job that deserved my best. Before returning downstairs I took a quick look into the maid's room. On the surface it was respectable and neat. But I only needed to lift the bedspread to find a veritable den of iniquity! Stacks of lewd magazines, a cache of dildoes, rubber and leather outfits, and, in a dresser next to the bed, assorted ticklers and vibrators, everything for the spinster.
Down in the conversation pit two more family members had joined the group. The boy was dark and curly like his brothers but looked more mature, very muscular and self-assured. The girl, again blonde, sat very close to him. So near her mother, she looked more like her sister, just as voluptuous and with the same preference for white clothing. Only the daughter didn't cover herself from neck to ankles. On the contrary. She wore a skimpy halter and low-down jeans that had been cut off high up her thighs. Her flesh was firm and tanned, and her legs were long, endless, inviting the eye to follow their languid lines until the frayed jeans took over. She was introduced as Linda and her brother's name was Danny.
"Well, everything's sorted out," said Charlotte. "Do you want to stay a while longer or are you ready to go home?"
"What's the hurry?" I said with an irritated glance.
"Yes indeedy," said Mr. O'Grady breezily, "why hurry? It's a beautiful day, just right for a dip. Why don't you join Mary and me in the pool, Mr--er, Joe?"
"That'd be great," I said, getting up, "at least, if you can lend me something to swim in?"
"Oh sure, no trouble." He took me up to the master bedroom and let me change in private. Only Danny, Chuck, and Kevin were now in the conversation pit. I nodded at them casually and walked past onto the patio. The two blonde girls were resting on deck chairs by the side of the pool, lying on their bellies with the straps of their bikinis undone, their heads resting on folded arms. Glimpses of their white little tits from the side made my head spin but before my cock could rear up and embarrass me before the entire O'Grady clan I jumped into the pool and let the cool waters take the starch out of my unruly member.
When Charlotte emerged in a two-piece costume lent her by Linda I saw the O'Grady boys ogle her with undisguised lust. Yes, yes, I thought with satisfaction, this is some family. However, when Mr. O'Grady, or Sean as he insisted I call him, came out he took no notice of my curvy sister at all. Now most men get very convert about leering at women when there are other people around to see them; but at least they sneak a couple of looks. Not Sean. He walked past her as if she didn't exist. His wife emerged a few minutes later in a one-piece bathing suit, her big sexy thighs wobbling slightly as she walked. He didn't look at her either, nor at his delicious daughters. All he did was limber up with a few push-ups and calisthenics, then he dived into the pool and began to rhythmically stroke his way through the water till he reached the other side.
"What a beautiful day," he remarked as he surfaced next to me. "It makes you glad to be alive, doesn't it?"
"I guess so," I said, surly in spite of myself. Mary O'Grady stood poised on the starting block at the other end of the pool, leaning forward with her arms stretched back so that her big tits almost fell out of the suit's decolletage. Visions of Mrs. Rickett swam before my eyes, that big white ass seemingly repeating in those big white tits. She jumped and the show was over. Lazily the two daughters reached behind themselves and tied up their halters before rising to their feet and joining us in the pool. Although they were too different to be twins, yet they were similar enough to look like two for the price of one. Young, tender-breasted, a little gawky still, but utterly desirable in their little bikinis, they took to the water as though it was their true element and swam after their mother. I waited for them to come closer, and when they stopped just near me there was a sense of being victimized by their girlish loveliness. They laughed and talked, holding the edge of the pool so that they were just out of the water far enough to show me their tits. And because they had their arms up high the stiff cups of the bikini wouldn't cover those tits completely, but stayed rigid while the while, soft flesh came up and out or moved to one side, affording me all sorts of visual delights.
Their names, I learned, were Kathy and Pattie. Pat-tie was the youngest, just fifteen I was told; and the moment I heard that I made up my mind to have her. Not that she was more attractive than the other females. It was the number fifteen that set me off. So naive and innocent, so tight! But then I remembered the mirror in their room, and wondered how innocent she could be.
They took off for the other side and I slid under water to follow them below the surface, right behind them. I gazed through the blue waters right into their crotches as they kicked, and it might have been the folds of their bikinis but I pretended it was the outline of their teenage boxes that caused those sensual indentations between their legs. I spent a long time in that pool, feeding my fantasies. If Sean O'Grady had been more perceptive he would have banned me from his house for good; as it was he remarked how well I liked his children, and would I care to attend a small party they were throwing the following day?
"I'd be delighted, Sean," I said.
"It's just a small family thing," he said with winks and smiles, "something we do now and then. The people from next door will be dropping by, there'll be music, a few drinks, that sort of thing."
"Sounds like fun to me. By the way, the people next door, do you mean the Hardy family?"
"Yes, do you know them?"
"Oh yes, rather well," I said, trying not to sound ironic.
"Hey, great, it should be really swell then."
That evening I went back to the O'Grady house all by myself. It was near midnight when I arrived and installed myself in a tree just outside the windows of the children's bedrooms. The lights were on both upstairs and downstairs when I got there, but it wasn't long before they started coming into their respective bedrooms. The girls were first, dawdling, playing records, nipping through magazines. The boys came a little later, and they didn't seem anxious to hit the sack either. The parents kissed everyone goodnight and retired. Mona came through with a sly grin and tried to fondle one of the boys but was rejected. Something was afoot. As soon as Mona had left their room the boys locked their door securely and Danny went over to the mirror to knock three times. Since I could see into both rooms I was able to see the girls respond with two knocks, lock their door, and open the mirror. One by one the boys came through, their faces slightly flushed with excitement. No one said a word. They sat in a ring in the center of the girls' room and held hands with their eyes closed. Then, just as I thought they were into obscure religious rites, they let go and paired off in a flash!
Chuck, the youngest, fell into Linda's arms and surrendered to her caresses with evident pleasure. Kathy and Pattie tackled the pretty boy I'd first seen eating dona, Kevin. And the oldest boy, Danny, moved closer to Linda to fondle her breasts as she extracted young Chuck's cock from his pajamas.
As I watched Danny feel his sister up I began to think he could well be a likely suspect. There was something strange about the way he behaved toward her. He let her caress Chuck; in fact, he seemed to enjoy the fact that she was preoccupied! All by himself he caressed her, getting no response to speak of. And when she took Chuck's clothes off and laid him on his back to start suckling his hard little cock, Danny pulled down her cut-off jeans and began to kiss her ass fervently.
That in itself wasn't so strange. Had I been in the room with them, that would have been the ass of my choice. With every kiss he pressed on her ass, her flesh yielded ever so softly, then sprang back with only a faint, ephemeral mark to show she'd been kissed there. The oldest boy kissed all over the white, smooth orbs that swelled up so abundantly from the half-mast jeans, and then, as Linda bent down further to take all of her little brother's cock into her mouth, Danny let his tongue dribble along the split of her ass. Now she reacted. With an agitated twitch she tried to get away from his wet tongue but Danny just grabbed her by the thighs and pushed down harder. For a moment she took her mouth away from Chuck's cock, but only for a moment because the boy started to protest. When she had air in her lungs again she swallowed the pink little dick and parted her legs wide to let Danny lick up and down her ass furrow without hindrance. He was in love with her ass! Even though I could only see them from the side I could tell he was rimming her with a vengeance and she loved every excruciating second of it!
In the meantime Kathy and Pattie had taken off their clothes and were at both sides of Kevin, who was also naked. He was sandwiched between them, lying perfectly still and smiling from ear to ear as they bumped their pubic bones into his body in unison. All I could see of them were their pert little .bottoms, startling white against the even tan. But then Pattie jumped to her feet and stood spread-legged over her face, her arms akimbo, looking down at him with a challenging sneer. Kevin responded by reaching out to her, both hands grabbing for the hairless, bulging cleavage between her slender thighs. And when he got hold of her she sank through her knees and gently pressed that honey of a cunt into his face. I was so envious that I gnashed my teeth! As if that wasn't bad enough, Kathy got down on lucky Kevin, and at the same time Danny dipped his hard cock into a jar of vaseline, to introduce it slowly up his sister's asshole. She couldn't suck and be fucked at the same time, so she adjusted her position until it was possible to get one hand around little Chuck's, cock and get him off manually. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream as Danny pushed his length of hard meat up her ass. The look on his face corresponded exactly to my feelings. Pure bliss. Only he was feeling it, I was experiencing it at second hand.
A faint hum reached my ears. I peered into the darkness to see where it was coming from. Peering around the tree trunk, I saw Mona squatting on top of the garage, the roof of which afforded her a fine view of the girls' room. In the soft moonlight I noticed a white object moving about in the shadows between her legs, one of her vibrators doing its job. She stared into the room, transfixed by the teenage orgy going on in there. And all the while that vibrator hummed into the still night air, bringing pleasure to that overactive part of her body. I envied her, too, for at least getting temporary relief.
After taking a few pictures I clambered out of the tree and left the scene behind. But before I left the grounds I took a quick look into the master bedroom. It was pitch dark. Nothing was happening in there. Even when I poked my head through an open window and listened, I heard nothing but regular breathing. Were they completely unaware of what their children were doing? They couldn't be! Mona's proclivities were too obvious-unless a person didn't think in terms of sex, of course, but were there such people?
I couldn't figure it out. The party would provide me with the answers one way or another. I was prepared to use all kinds of private-eye tricks just to get it out of them. Musing and talking to myself, I walked over to the odd concrete building next door to see if perhaps Peggy and Vinnie had emerged yet. There was no sign of them. Perhaps they were home already. It was about time. How long could it take her to blow a bunch of cops?
CHAPTER SIX
Peggy and Vinnie were home but she was fast asleep on the couch and Vinnie sat on the floor next to her grinning like a fool. "Well, what happened?"! asked. "Were any of those guys possible suspects?"
"Aw boss," said Vinnie, his eyes shining, "we had such a great time. You wouldn't believe it. Peggy had to blow the guy on the gate before he'd take us into the house and then there were all these other guys and a couple of women inside working on this crazy project. This millionaire wanted a woman gang-banged and he was paying them plenty to set her up. But he didn't want it to be rape, see, so they got all these ideas together and worked out a way to fuck her. Like, that millionaire was really pissed with the woman because she wouldn't put out-not for him, not for anybody, and she was damn near forty! So they kidnapped and drugged her and they put her in a bed in the middle of a set-burnt-down houses, ruins, rubble, that sort of thing, and when she came to we was all dressed up as survivors of a nuclear holocaust, see. And then we told her that we'd kept her alive in her coma because she was the only one on earth who could still have a kid. Oh boy, did we have a time! She was a hard nut to crack but we cracked her! Everyone crawled through her, and then Peggy blew them and I watched everything, even when the women assaulted that woman and made her submit to Lesbian overtures. Boy oh boy!" He rubbed his hands in perverse glee and added, "But I didn't forget to take the pictures, boss, they're all here. I'm just too shagged to get to work just now."
"Jesus, you're disgusting," I told him, and roughly shook Peggy awake. Charlotte fixed coffee for us all and joined Peggy and me in the darkroom as I set to developing the first roll of film. Through pictures and words, the story finally became clear.
"That was true," Peggy told me, "a rich guy actually hired this team of sleuths to seduce this woman, May Morris. They invited Vinnie and me to join them because they needed a black woman in the group, and Vinnie would debase her a little bit more just by being there."
"Sounds odd to me," I said. "What is this outfit, anyway?"
"They're federal cops, I think, but they moonlight by doing private-eye work."
"No wonder this business is going to the dogs," I said bitterly.
"Well, I found out that the guy on the gate isn't the rapist," Peggy went on, gazing at the pictures as they developed in the tank of chemicals. "He was very salty and normal indeed. Then we went into this bunker they have there, into a briefing room. I explained my reason for wanting to talk with them, but they got all officious and said they were busy, to join them for the mission and tell them later. A slide projector shone all kinds of pictures of May Morris onto the screen and a lecturer told of her personal habits. Now this woman was a nut, Joe, no two ways about it. She's very attractive in a wholesome way, short blonde hair, an open outdoors kind of face, and very well-built. You would have gone crazy for her. But she lives in a house full of cats, doesn't masturbate, never looks at men's laps, just a nun in civilian clothing. They went into a lot of detail, and then we all piled into cars and vans laden with equipment, rolled into the driveway of Miss Morris' house, two of the men in overalls jumped out and returned a few minutes later with the woman, drugged and unconscious, dumped her into the back of the lead van, and away we went to Hollywood. On an abandoned movie set they unloaded and got rid of the vehicles. When Miss Morris came to we all had to act our part, which wasn't easy, but terrific fun.
"One of the guys told her the whole cock and bull story, about how the continuation of the human race depended on her. And you know something? That old witch didn't want to do it! Not even the fate of man? kind could bring her pants down. But the more she looked at the devastation around her and the more we talked to her of the nobility of such a deed, the more convinced she became. Finally she said she'd do it with one of the men, but that would have to. be enough.
"She wanted privacy of course but there was no place to go. In the end she took off her panties and sort of hitched her dress up above her knees, and told the guy to get to it. He made a real show of it, Joe-oh, there he is, in that photo there. See how he was all naked and hard? And what a cock. Damn near choked me later. Anyway, he walked towards her. with his cock in his hand, pointing it at her as he went round and round the bed she lay on. She followed him with frightened eyes. This woman hadn't seen a cock larger than a cat's, I don't think. Then one of the women came over to her and gently started to take off Miss Morris' clothes. She was so embarrassed that her face shone bright red into the twilight! But her protests were countered with lofty sentiments, and at last she sank back on the bed and watched the naked man come at her like a dog expecting to be hit. Disgusting Vinnie was jerking off right behind her but luckily she didn't see him.
"That guy fucked her silly. It took him a full twenty minutes to reach his climax, and by the end of that fuck Miss Morris was a believer. She didn't actually invite the other men but she did nothing to repel them either. I mean, this woman made a lot of progress in very little time. One by one they fucked her and even Vinnie had a turn but he didn't finish. Then the women were told to make love to Miss Morris. In a second she was right back where she started from. She tried to get off the bed but she couldn't move. All that fucking had immobilized her. She started to yell, using all the mild expletives you can think of. We women came toward her in a bunch, all of us naked, licking our lips, and as one we attacked her. God, she was delicious, Joel I made sure of getting her box because I wanted to taste the sperm that was still dripping out of her by the pint. I wasn't sure if I tasted the right variety or not, and when the men had been fucking I didn't notice anyone using the leftward motion or anything, but it pays to be very sure. I ate Miss Morris' cunt for as long as was necessary, keeping an eye on the men to see if any of them were getting erect as yet. The moment one of those big cocks throbbed back into the rigid position I abandoned her and began to blow it."
The pictures illustrated her story admirably. Charlotte leaned on my shoulder as she looked them over with me, and I could feel the squashy softness of her tits against my back, the hardness of her pubic bone against my ass. Did she want me again? I sure as Hell. wanted her. My cock felt ready to burst at the seams. The whole day had been a running tease and the time had come to give vent to some of that pent-up lust.
"You look like you had a great time," Charlotte observed.
It was great!" said Peggy. "They were such virile men, so big and so strong! Oh, God, when I took that fellow's big dick into my mouth I felt as if I had my mouth over the barrel of a loaded cannon! And that one, look at the size of him!" She pointed her favorites out in the photos, and Charlotte pressed against me all the harder as she observed the array of well-slung he-men depicted. I started to feel angry.
"You two are nothing but size queens," I told them. "You don't give a hoot about a man's personality or mind or anything."
"Please shut up, Joe," said my sister as her hand reached for my tool. She fondled it a while through the material of my pants, then unzipped me and let it out. Her hand closed around it and began a slow up and down motion that was just what I needed. I kept on working till all the photos were in the dryer, then turned around to face her and get a little of the action myself. That's when I noticed that Peggy was getting half of my sister's attention. While one hand fondled my cock the other was under Peggy's skirt and judging by the look on the black girl's face my sister was doing something right.
"Well, who's it going to be?" I asked testily. Damn these women and their distractions. All I wanted was a good, resounding fuck and now Peggy was trying to get more than her share. She'd been getting her fun all day long, why didn't she just butt out now that it was my turn?
"Why not both of you?" Charlotte suggested huskily.
"Can I come too?" asked Vinnie.
"I prefer you the way you are," Peggy quipped, "but sure, come along, we might as well make a party of this."
"Who's running this show?" I protested, but I followed them out of the darkroom and into the lounge room all the same. Peggy and Charlotte undressed quickly, their eyes fixed on each other. Vinnie retired into his favorite lounge chair and stuck one hand down his pants. And I sat close to the women, watching with bated breath as they uncovered their beautiful bodies.
I had to admit they looked good together. Peggy's lithe, ebony body contrasted well with my sisters white skin and lush curves. They slipped into their roles easily, Peggy assuming the more aggressive part, my sister yielding whenever she pushed. At first they just stood facing each other, letting their hands run along the other's skin very lightly, getting a taste of it. Then, with sudden passion, they embraced and pressed against each other, with only their hips moving in the clinch. It made me so horny that I tore my clothes off and moved to join them. But when I tried to push in they told me to sit down and watch a while.
Their attitude was wrong but I went along with them. They were caressing each other more firmly now, squeezing flesh, grabbing ass, bending down for a moment to nibble a nipple, sliding fingers into the crevices down below, everything moving along a pulsing beat that drove them further down the paths of passion. They sank down to the floor, gazing into each other's eyes, fondling tits, their faces coming together for open-mouthed, wet kisses during which their tongues curled about each other just as their arms and legs were doing. Slowly they wrapped themselves into the other person, kissing and caressing, breathing harshly, their tits heaving in unison.
Charlotte began to kiss lower and lower, sucking at the black girl's tits and pushing her back so that Peggy ended up with her shoulders on the carpet and her legs bent double underneath her and spread wide apart. That's exactly what Charlotte wanted. Holding both the ebony tits with her hands she lowered her face further, heading for that curly black patch between the girl's legs. Peggy looked down at her with mounting excitement. Carefully, so as not to disturb Charlotte, she changed position so that her legs were stretched out before her and wide open. She rested her hands on the carpet behind her and kept on watching while my sister kissed and licked her way down my secretary's hard belly to get at the start of the cuntal cleavage. I followed their progress with vicarious pleasure. I knew what Peggy tasted and felt like, soft yet hard, bitter yet sweet, a dazzling blend of opposite sensations that invariably reinforced my erection as surely as steel reinforces concrete. Watching Charlotte take the path down to Peggy's twat was all the more exciting to me now because both women tantalized me so immensely. Soon I would make love to them both, for now they were warming each other up for me!
Charlotte had stretched out along the carpet, on her belly, her arms coming up from under Peggy's dark thighs, her hands curving in over them to keep them well apart. Her face was buried in the dark curls and the dark flesh between those long, slender thighs, and her ass bobbed up and down as she ground her pubic bone into the pile of the carpet in a vain attempt to satisfy her own desires. Peggy lay back with a broad smile now, her arms folded back behind her head, her loins pushing up some to get the maximum of her cunt into Charlotte's busy mouth. I waited for my turn to come.
As Charlotte regaled Peggy's cunt with the finest her mouth had to offer, the two women shifted about very gradually until my sister's pussy was within reach of Peggy's mouth. She twisted sideways and lifted one leg to admit Peggy's head between her thighs, then closed them over the Afro, and the girls were locked into position. Minutes crept by. They seemed perfectly content to He there aU night and eat each other out. Vinnie was his usual contented self, sitting on the floor nearby with sperm dripping out of his closed fist and trying for another erection. But what about me? My lust had reached critical proportions. Besides, they'd promised to make it a threesome! Fuck it, I was going to join in whether they wanted me to or not!
I lay on my side behind Charlotte and gingerly shifted my hips forward until my cock touched her ass. She didn't seem to notice. Her ass felt good to my dick, so good that it began to prod at random looking for the first available hole. Still Charlotte took no notice. She made wet sounds between Peggy's legs and Peggy echoed them. Their self-sufficiency added anger to my lust. I reached down and parted her full-blown cheeks to open her cunt up to my politely knocking cock. A finger probed the hairy bulge of flesh and made contact with Peggy's tongue instead. I tried again, pushing about until I found her wet hole. Marking it, I slid my cock toward it and tried to introduce it. But Peggy, with an angry nudge of her nose, pushed me away.
I reached over my sister's body and grabbed a handful of Peggy's hair, wrenched her head back and shoved my cock up my sister as far as it would go. Then I released her, grabbed hold of Charlotte's cheeks once more and attempted to get it right up her. Although she was extremely wet her pubic hair got in the way, chafing at the skin of my dick in such a way as to intensify its yearnings. Her tight hole closed over my glans, yielding ever so slightly to my insistent ramming. My body followed the curve of my sister's back and my face was buried in her fragrant dark hair, breathing her scent in with particular pleasure. Familiar as that smell was, to me it would always be exotic, reminding me of the numerous times I'd gone into the bathroom after she'd finished her toilette. The thoughts that had run through my mind in those days! And now it was all realized, she was mine!
My cock had stretched her cunt and distributed the fluids to the point at which I could slide it in and out without hindrance. I brought my hands up to embrace her and, finding Peggy's ass within easy reach, I embraced both of them. Pulling Peggy harder against Charlotte's face almost suffocated her but she didn't mind. Breathing with effort through her nose she went on eating the moaning black woman with all her might. I helped as much as I could by screwing one finger up Peggy's ass the way she liked it. She did her best to open up to me but remained very tight. Nevertheless I worked my finger up into her warm, smooth asshole as my cock made itself at home inside my sister.
Both women were uttering muffled groans and writhing with pleasure as they demolished each other with their nimble tongues. It didn't seem to make any difference that I was pounding my dick into Charlotte or that I was fingering Peggy's asshole with long fucking motions. To test it I stopped both activities for a while, and sure enough, they went right on moaning and eating! Peggy's nose tried to bump me out of my snug little burrow whenever possible and that didn't help my mood to get brighter, either. I wanted to be needed but the women made it clear that I was just a third leg. This called for drastic action.
At a particularly high moment for Charlotte I slipped my cock out of her quaking pussy, opened her cheeks wide, and rammed my hard meat up her asshole with all my strength, driving it halfway up her. There was no subtlety involved in this, just brute force. Before she could react I'd withdrawn my member and slammed it up her again, then once more for good luck. My cock came to rest three quarters of the way into her asshole and it was so tight in there that I became concerned for the continued survival of my cock. When I stopped Charlotte caught the full brunt of what I'd done. She pushed Peggy's loins out of the way and let out a scream that caused Peggy to sit bolt upright, wide-eyed with fear.
"Get out of there!" Charlotte yelled, vainly twisting her body to get away from me. "Don't Joe, that really hurts!"
I said nothing, just clenched my teeth and pushed even harder, at the same time clasping my arms about her back and chest so she was pinned down. She put up a fierce struggle, gasping in pain and anger, but I was not to be put off. In the end I let her roll over on her belly then got on top of her to ram my dick in ever deeper. At that point she began to cry.
Normally I would have stopped. I can't take it when women cry. But this wasn't a normal situation. Peggy was scratching at me and doing her best to push me off my sister, Charlotte bucked now and then when she thought I'd relaxed my grip, and her sobs racked her body. Now they knew I was around! And they'd know better in future than to fool with me. I grinned to myself and started to fuck her tender asshole as though it was the cunt of a veteran whore. It was so hot and tight in there, only faint traces of secret moisture to pave the way for my marauding dick. I came down hard to make my belly slap against her tense buttocks. Involuntary grunts escaped me with every thrust. And when I drew back for the next descent, I inhaled as if it was me that was about to be lost up her ass!
Peggy just sat there muttering at me. Vinnie had crawled up close to Charlotte's ass and watched my cock part her ass with a fiendish gleam in his eyes. And Charlotte's protests subsided after a while, to give way to noises that I couldn't immediately identify. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she went, her voice unusually high-pitched, each syllable of sound popping out as my cock barged into her ass. A little later it turned to: "Oh! Oh! Oh!' And after that she started to yell again, but very differently from the way she'd yelled before. "UNH! OH CHRIST! HU! HU! OH JOE, OH JESUS, NO, NO, THAT'S ENOUGH! DON'T STOP! OH JOE, OH JOE, OH FUCK!! ! ! "
Thus encouraged I began to fuck a little harder, giving each thrust a booster with my hips and instead of holding her in a half Nelson I cupped her big tits in both hands and squeezed them in time with the heavy drubbing my cock was administering to her asshole. The harder I fucked the more she loved it. I glanced over at Peggy to see if she was aiding me in any way, but no, she just sat by fingering herself furiously and watching the changing expressions on my sister's face. When I looked at her a little later she'd enlisted Vinnie's sticky fingers to do her work for her while she caressed her own tits and belly lasciviously. Vinnie came in handy at times.
My hands crept up under Charlotte's belly till they had a secure hold on her cunt. Both of them rutted about in her wet slit and titillated her clitoris while my cock kept reaming in and out of her distended asshole. The fleshy friction had been reduced to that of thin air by this time, making it possible for me to maintain my erection indefinitely. With cock and fingers I brought Charlotte from one climax to the next with ease, manipulating her till she could take no more. "Please, Joe, that's enough!" she gasped. "It was wonderful but no more! You'll drive me crazy!"
"Come over here, you super-stud," I heard Peggy say. She pushed Vinnie away from her cunt roughly and peeled her labia back to give me an inviting glance at her pink innards. With one bound I was on top of her, ramming my dick into her like a super-stud ought to-and a second later a geyser of sperm erupted, draining me of fluid and lust in a matter of moments. But Peggy squealed and threshed just the same, loving that hot creamy douche as much as she could love a heavy fuck.
Early next morning we were awakened by the doorbell. I yelled for Vinnie to answer it and the weasel reluctantly emerged from the closet to do my bidding. Peggy and Charlotte, lying on either side of me, yawned, stretched, and headed for the shower. I lit a cigarette and tried to straighten out the kinks in my mind.
"It's a woman," Vinnie announced, peering through the door as if he couldn't stop being the peeping Tom. "She says she works at the O'Grady's."
"What's her name?"
"Mona Messerschmidt," Vinnie answered, extending his arms wide to indicate she was big.
"Okay, send her in-and make me some coffee, you pervert!"
"Sure, boss." He scurried away and I pulled the sheet over my naked person so as not to give Mona the wrong idea. At that moment sex wasn't high on my hit parade.
"Good morning, Mr. McCannoczek," said Mona, closing the door behind her and sitting on the side of my bed without so much as a flinch. "Sorry to bother you so early but I hear through the grapevine that you're tracking down a rapist, is that right?"
"How did you come by that piece of information?" I asked tersely.
"Well, actually I got it from the maid who works part-time in the Hardy house," confessed Mona. She didn't look too bad in the soft light of the morning sun coming through the curtains; big, yes, but also voluptuous. And if her face wasn't what you'd find in a plastic surgeon's catalogue, well, that could be overlooked. In a strange way she aroused some kind of desire in me . . . not actually strong enough to fuck her, but to indulge myself with her. She was, after all, a desperate woman, one who would do anything for the sake of sex. Why shouldn't I, handsome, swarthy, and debonair, have a little fun with her?
"So what did you have to tell me?" I said, lying flat on my back and absently smoothing the sheet so it outlined my cock blatantly. "Something new to add to the case?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes fixed on the long, thick bulge in the sheet, "I have. I was attacked by the brute only last week. What's more, I think he left behind a clue." , "What might that be?"
"It's this." She rummaged about in her handbag and came up with a tiny screw, silver and shiny. "I'm sure he dropped it while he was making love to me."
"He?" I queried. "How do you know it was a he? And did he fuck you from behind or in the missionary position? Did the rapist say anything?"
"No . . . no . . . " She frowned with concentration, then shook her head and said: "Gosh, it might have been a woman! I never thought of it but it just could have been. And it could not have been. But anyway, he, she, it came from behind, I didn't get a look at its face, it made no sound, just regular breathing . . . yeah, regular. Isn't that a bit odd, Mr. McCannoczek? I mean, this guy was giving it to me but good! Shouldn't he have been panting?"
"That's very significant," I said blankly. "Yes, I'll have to think about that. Now about this screw-how do you know it came from the rapist?"
"It fell to the ground while he made . . . love to me." Her attention was beginning to give out and somehow her face kept getting closer to the outline of my cock. "I have no idea where it came from, of course."
"What about his sperm." I said, feeling very much in control of the situation. "You didn't happen to taste it, did you?"
"Taste it?" She looked at me directly now, a querying look in her eyes. "No, of course not, how absurd. What kind of woman tastes the sperm a rapist leaves behind?"
"Never mind. While he fucked you did you notice a strong leftward slant to his motion?"
"Yes indeed," she said, her eyes lighting up again. "That was the best part about it, Mr. McCannoczek. In fact, even now that side of my . . . er . . . pussy," and at this point she stopped to leer at me, her tongue flicking at the corners of her mouth most suggestively, "is still quite sore. Do you want to see?"
"No, no, that won't be necessary," I said.
"Oh, but you should see it," she said, rising. She Kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pantyhose. "You never know about these things, Joe, a private eye can get information from all sorts of unexpected quarters. Yes, you should see for yourself. You'll find it interesting, I promise you that." Her skirt came away, then her blouse and bra. She was big and solid in the flesh, her tits were round and motherly, with nipples brown from many a sucking. Her belly was round but hard and through her white panties I saw an heavy jungle of pubic hair that reminded of nothing so much as a bird spider about to devour me! "Explore every angle, Joe," she went on, her voice hoarse and breathless now. "Don't leave a single stone unturned. I want to be sure that you have all the information you need to catch this wonderful fiend." Off came her panties, and a moment later she was on top of me!
I wanted to escape. A flash of panic rushed through my innards as the bird spider flew at my face. But it was too late. Her warm, dry muff closed over my eyes and mouth and my tongue shot out of its wet cave reflexively to locate the source right off. Her thighs were fast against my ears, blocking out the remainder of the world. All I could do was suck for my life, and suck I did.
I remembered her predilection for this kind of sex, and figured the only way to get out of this spot was to please her in the way she wanted to be pleased. Besides, once I got the taste of her pussy it was hardly a chore. Her juices were tart and plentiful, fragrant with femininity. And her cuntal flesh was firm and full, so generously proportioned and generous in its yield that I became quite absorbed in it! She moved her box over my face with subtle, regular motions, rubbing her juices all over me and into my hair, but that only served to make me more greedy for her. Now my hands got into the act, grabbing her big fat cheeks and wrenching them apart to get into the very smooth innards of her cunt
Once there I became fixated on her nether charms. Her cunt did things for me that very few had ever even suggested! Perhaps it was her motherly aspect She was so big and placidly nymphomaniac, so giving and authoritative, riding on top of my face as if she knew better than I what would satisfy me. She made no attempt to bring solace to my aching, groaningly hard cock, just sat there and rubbed onward. I was drowning and choking, unable to go on living for another second, but from somewhere came the strength to keep it up. Only when it became critical did I push up to allow some air into the narrow crease between her cunt and my face. I gulped the air into the my lungs and let her drop down on me again. In a way I felt like a mechanic lying under a car that's in need of repairs. I tinkered and tampered till I heard the beginnings of an earthquake of passion above me, uneasy grunts, jerky movements, fingers getting entangled in my hair and pulling at it hard. A sense of joy welled up in me. I had pleased mother, she was losing her self-control. Now it was up to me to bring her the coup-de-grace.
My tongue wormed its way deep into her running hole and began to ululate in there for all it was worth. At the same time my hands crept further down into her ass until my fingers were able to get at her cunt's entrance. Then they stretched it backward and my thumbs began to work up into her asshole. Through the padding of flesh of cunt I heard hoarse, ugly cries of an animal getting its just deserts. A few more touches to perfect my handiwork. Both thumbs forced her sphincter out of the way and violated her anus. The rest of my fingers went up her cunt and the fibrillating tip of my tongue bore down on her big clitoris with a vengeance. That did it!
Her ponderous loins began to bob up and down with dangerous vigor. Now and then her ass would hit me in the face hard enough to set the stars dancing before my eyes, but I held my position like a real hero. Fingers up her box and ass, my tongue yodeling for dear life, breathing in sobs, numb now but for a burning desire to get Mona off and keeping myself from giving up, I waited for her to climax. At last, at last, after an eternity of the more concerted efforts on my part, she let out a resounding cry of pain and ecstasy, and toppled back off me like a pole-axed pig.
Big and pink, demolished inside, she lay on my bee trying to recover her breath. All the while her eyes were on me with an expression of mute adoration in them. I gave her a few minutes to recuperate, then pointed significantly at my erect cock. She nodded, swallowed effortfully, and heaved herself into position. Her lips closed about the glans of my dick and she got to work with commendable virtuosity. Her tongue knew where to press, where to slither, and where to insinuate. But even as she did that her ass edged back toward me, coming closer and closer, as ominous as a bomb until I stopped its advance by ramming my bunched fingers up her box. Only then did she relax and devote her full attention to my dick-with the most praiseworthy results.
"Now that you know what you wanted to know, I guess you won't be coming to our party today," said Mona, wiping the sperm off her chin with the back of her hand.
"Oh, I don't know," I sighed, lighting another cigarette. "I feel like going for some reason."
"But you know that the rapist couldn't be living with us," she protested. "I mean, it's not as though
I'm forbidden fruit to any of the O'Grady's, you know."
"That's true . . . " I mused, trying to find an excuse for prolonging my acquaintanceship of the O'Grady family. "Still and all, there are a few questions in my mind and these have to be answered."
"Like what?" she challenged me.
"Never you mind," I said. "A good private eye doesn't reveal everything to everybody, you know. Just believe me when I tell you it's not settled in my mind that the rapist came from outside the family. I mean, what if the rapist preferred that kind of sex to the land you dole out so generously? Or what if one of the girls has been raped already and hasn't told anyone?"
'Impossible!" she shouted, suddenly livid. "None of those sweet girls have been touched by a man!" Then she fell silent and started to get dressed.
"How do you know that?" I asked, peering at her through a curtain of cigarette smoke.
"I just know, that's all," she said sullenly. "You can take my word for it. And take my word for another thing: if you come to the party with that slut of a sister of yours, you'll be wasting your own time and mine. I didn't want to say it before, but that screw gives me a real good idea who the rapist is. And since it's your job to find him and not to meddle with people's families, I'll tell you his name."
"Do tell," I said, suddenly very interested.
"His name is Doug Bader," she said tersely, looking out through the windows as she bent over to swing her tits into her bra cups. "You've probably heard about him, one of the astronauts involved in an accident recently and put back together again by means of technology. See him. I'm willing to bet that screw fell out of his body when he was putting it to me."
"I'll get my assistant on it right away," I said, feeling disappointed deep down at the idea that this case might be over already.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Something troubled me about Mona. She wasn't what she seemed to be. She had ulterior motives, something to hide. Why hadn't she told me about Bader before? Why was she so adamant that the rapist hadn't been one of the O'Grady family? The more I thought about it, the more of a suspect Mr. Sean O'Grady became. The man didn't fuck his wife, didn't covet his daughters, didn't leer at Charlotte-obviously there was trouble there! What happened when that bottled-up lust popped the cork? That's what I wanted to know.
I told Peggy only what Mona had told me. "Look up this fellow Bader," I instructed her, "and either blow him or seduce him, whichever you prefer. Vinnie can stay out of sight and take all the pictures we need."
She nodded sleepily and poured herself another cup of coffee. Charlotte and Vinnie looked just as tired, which tried my patience immensely. "Now listen," I said loudly, "I don't pay you two to sit at this goddamned table looking like death warmed up! I want action, lots of it, so snap to it, come on, one, two, three, four, haul ass I"
Just as they downed their coffee and made to leave the table, Miss Sally Lomax entered the kitchen. "Don't you knock or ring the doorbell?" I asked testily. She just sat down, poured herself another cup of coffee, and shook her head.
"What have you got for me," she said, fixing me with a stony gaze. "You know you don't come cheap and I have been dying to get together with this person again, don't you? So come on, Mr. Big Shot Private Eye. Let's have some results!"
"Now take it easy, baby," I said, snapping my fingers at Vinnie and telling him to get the latest pictures for her. "It so happens I've got a Hell. of a lead to follow this morning. We'll have your man by tomorrow."
"Tomorrow!" She brightened up at once and pulled her chair closer to me. "It's that certain? Tomorrow? Oh, that's wonderful news. You don't know how hard it's been to live with the memory of that rapist. It haunts my days and nights, I can't sleep. All I do is look at the pictures you gave me and finger myself till I get a cramp! I've been crying a lot lately, too."
Vinnie gave her an assortment of photos, along with a reel of film and a roll of tape. She spread the photos out before her on the table and eyed them avidly. "Oh my goodness," she said softly, shaking her head. "Wow. That's really sexy! Oh dear, I don't know what's wrong with me lately. Everything drives me to jacking off these days. I can't help myself-please excuse me, but this turns me on so much that I can't be held responsible. Oh, goodness me, will you look what that girl is doing!" She leaned back in her chair and caressed her thigh under her dress, rapidly getting to the point. I could tell what she was doing just from the changing expressions on her face and the movements under her dress. Peggy and Charlotte, who'd resumed their seats the moment Miss Lomax had entered the kitchen, gazed on with obvious sympathy.
"Come on, come on!" I said suddenly, wrenching myself away from the delicious sight of this girlish-looking woman fingering her pussy with such fanatical fervor, "Let's get this show on the road. Vinnie, get the equipment ready, Peggy, put on something stunning, and Charlotte, dress decently today. We don't want to frighten the O'Grady family now, do we?"
"I guess not," said Charlotte with a teasing look, "but I would surely like to frighten the pants off some of their boys."
"If mother could hear you now," I reproved her, then hurried upstairs after them to beat the girls to the shower. They were too quick so we did it together. The spur provided by Miss Lomax and her nimble finger had us dressed and ready within minutes, fully prepared to face another day sodden with sex and adventure.
But when we had dropped Vinnie and Peggy off at the Bader house, and had reached the O'Grady's stronghold, it began to look as though this might be a day of enforced rest for us. The party, as they called it, looked about as lascivious as a boy scout jamboree! The Hardy family was all there, holding glasses of non-alcoholic punch and chatting with some of the O'Grady people. Danny played his guitar on the patio and sang shitty rock & roll songs while Queenie pretended to listen. The adults sat in the conversation pit talking about football or something. For a moment I felt as though we'd burst in on the wrong party. But no, there was Mona, reassuringly horny, bending over to give young Kevin a full-blown shot of her ass as she served drinks to the adults.
Charlotte and I joined them in the pit and held our own in the insipid conversation that ensued. While my mouth made the appropriate sounds, my eyes wandered all over the place to see what was going on. Those clean-limbed teenagers weren't fooling me for a moment with their display of moral rectitude.
And gradually, as I became more and more removed from the situation, a certain pattern of human behavior formed before my eyes. First I noticed that Sean O'Grady, who lived and talked as though he had no organs, could hardly keep his eyes off young Pussy Hardy. She sat at the table with Pattie, babbling on about girlish matters and unaware of the hard stares she was getting from the tall, curly-headed man who was old enough to be her father. Out of curiosity I began to keep a close watch on Mrs. Hardy-and sure enough, she had her own favorite in the group, none other then that pretty O'Grady boy, Kevin. Of course she'd like him. Kevin was every mother's dream with his long eyelashes and his dreamy eyes, the perfectly formed body that was muscular yet small, just right for nursing and weaning. And Mrs. Mary O'Grady? She was trickier, slyer, than the others, but eventually I caught her blushing furiously as she watched her oldest boy Danny adjust his tool absentmindedly. And Mr. Hardy liked all the young girls, Pussy included. Pattie and Kathy were his especial favorites, as though Linda at seventeen was already too long in the tooth.
His taste matched mine. If I'd been given a choice I would have picked either Kathy or Pattie. They were so cute in their ass-hugging blue jeans and tiny halter tops, their white-blonde hair drawn back in tight pony tails and their tans offsetting the blueness of their eyes. As for Charlotte, she sat with her legs slightly apart so that both Mr. Hardy and Mr. O'Grady could look right into the tight crotch of her jeans, a most alluring sight since the seam that ran down the middle caused a bulge much like a large cunt there. I myself couldn't help but peer at it a few times-and I knew her intimately! So it was very distracting to both gentlemen. Charlotte looked quite ravishing as usual, her dark hair and sly dark eyes giving her a very different appeal from that of the blonde O'Grady girls. And her nonchalant way of sitting forward so that her tits showed to just near the nipple further devastated the equilibrium of the gentlemen.
At this point I noticed another very interesting fact The maid, Mona, flirted with the boys quite unabashedly. But her eyes grew very intense whenever they alighted on Charlotte . . . and not only on Charlotte, but also when they caught sight of one of the girls! That made a number of pieces fit together. Mona was a raving dyke! That's why she had only wanted young Kevin to eat her, and why fucking left her relatively cold. And that's why . . . but no, I could draw no more conclusions, not without further proof.
The party, for all the dormant lust bubbling beneath the ail-American surface of it was going nowhere. That non-alcoholic punch was keeping the party on an even keel and that as far as I was concerned, was counterproductive! While no one was looking I got a large bottle of vodka out of the bar and tipped it into the punch bowl, every last drop of it. Then I rejoined the others in the conversation pit and waited for Mona to serve the next round of drinks.
Before they came round my sister showed that sleuthing ran in the McCannoczek blood. "Hey, everybody," she said brightly, "it's such a beautiful day outside, why don't we put on our swimsuits and lounge about in the pool? We'll make this a pool party!"
"What a great idea!" everyone chorused, and a few minutes later everyone was in the pool with Mona the only one wearing proper clothes. Since she wore a dress with a tiny white apron pinned to it, and nothing underneath, it was an additional treat to be served by her. She stood with her legs apart, bending over, and the sun bounced off the surface of the water to light up that region beneath her dress and throw her cunt into brilliant relief. Everyone noticed it but no one commented.
The first round of drinks disappeared very quickly, and Mona hurried to fill the glasses again, not suspecting for a moment that it was the vodka rather than her box that made the party-goers so anxious for another round. The second batch went down the hole, followed by a third lot-and then the atmosphere of the party began to change drastically. Instead of ogling one's beloved from afar, one now paddled over to that object of desire and began to address her in a jocular manner. So within half an hour the party had progressed tremendously! There was Mary O'Grady splashing her son Danny, and on the far side of the pool Mr. Hardy played ball with Kathy and Pattie and Pussy, Mrs. Hardy had engaged pretty Kevin in a serious conversation, and Sean O'Grady did his utmost to lure Pussy away from the ball game. Chuck, with the courage of a non-drinker who's been slipped a vodka combination, dog-paddled over to Charlotte and tried to grab her tits. Charlotte resisted him only as long as she felt like being bard to get, but then she laughed and said: "Only fifteen and already a sex wreck, eh Chudae?" Chuck said nothing, but grabbed hold of her tits and sucked at them as if he'd always meant to make up for not having been properly weaned. No one but me noticed-except for Linda, who swam up beside me and said: "He's such an awful kid, isn't he? Look at him making a spectacle of himself." Linda, I should add, wore no top at all. Through the shifting blue waters I saw her tits poking up and out, white and very firm, pink nipples, justifiably proud.
"Hey Mona!" yelled Mr. O'Grady. "Come over here, you old dyke, and refill these mother-fucking glasses!"' He collapsed with laughter at his own naughtiness and glanced over to see if he had upset his family. But Mary had her hand in Danny's trunks, and Danny was too preoccupied with that to notice anything at all. The others were very involved in their games too. I ignored Linda for a while in order to keep a check on the proceedings, and she took this to mean that she could go ahead and do anything with me. So she came up very close and pressed her pointed tits into my chest and eased her pubic bone against my cock, undulating softly against me until I had to tell her to stop for a moment
Everything looked to be on the verge of happening. It would only take a spark to set this whole pool off. What could I do to provide it? While I thought about it, Mona did it all. She waltzed out of the house, stark naked, her enormous jugs hobbling like two skin containers of milk, her big thighs shivering with brutal sensuality. "Come and get it!" she yelled, doing a fair imitation of Marjorie Maine.. "I've whumped up a mess o' vittles, now I need some volunteers to eat it!" And she walked toward the pool with her hairy mound pushed forward, holding a pitcher of punch in one hand, a bottle of Scotch in the other.
It was as if someone had dropped an electric wire in the pool. People were climbing out of it everywhere and stripping their swimsuits off, rushing at Mona for more drinks, and then rejoining their partners on the edge of the pool for lingering looks and tentative feels. The party had begun.
Linda was starting to get to me, no matter how much I tried to keep my cool. She was silent, intense, adamant, rubbing her delicious young body against me till my cock throbbed painfully. I had to think fast: should I repel her advances and get down to business right away, or should I let her do with me what she wanted quickly and then get down to business? Vinnie, after all, was with Peggy, watching our prime suspect at work. I would have to take the pictures now, as well as observe the general goings-on. For a second I cursed my rigorous calling. While other men played, I worked! It just wasn't fair! But then I remembered how I'd gotten into this situation in the first place, and that reconciled me to my lot.
Everyone was still laboring to fulfilling their dreams. In a way it was comical to watch them, looking much like a bunch of kids tantalizing themselves just that extra little bit before hoeing into life's desserts. There would be enough time to dispose of my own rocks before the action warmed up.
Quickly I removed Linda's swimsuit to get at her fair-haired cunt. All I intended to do was poke my dick into her, jiggle it around for a bit, blow, and thank her politely. But the sight of her sparsely haired, rose-colored labia changed my mind at once. They looked so cute between her supple thighs, so chubby and inviting, that I heard myself groan from the depths of my belly and felt myself bend down to press my lips against her cunt with rising passion. She at once lay back along the concrete siding of the pool and caressed my hair slowly as she allowed me to take over. Way in the back of my mind a tiny voice nagged and nagged, but a flood of sensuality drowned it out.
The vodka punches had gone to my head in a subtle rush, giving everything a slightly unreal touch-yet making me disposed to revel in whatever impinged on my senses. In the bright sunlight, surrounded by naked men and women, boys and girls, with an Olympic pool lapping just below me and manifestations of wealth all about, there was nothing to do but enjoy. Right in front of my face, somewhat out of focus for being so close, was Linda's pussy, parting like a flower at dawn to reveal the shocking pink of her valley, the globules of wetness that told of her excitement, her horniness. Entranced by her beauty I peeled her labia right back and let the utmost tip of my tongue trace a wavering line down the smooth flesh, following the loop down to her entrance, shell-like pinkness disappearing into the darkness of the womb. Then I ran it back up, pausing at her hooded, tiny clitoris to joust with it at my leisure. My hands experienced the firmness of her thighs, the silky quality of her skin, edging closer to the abrupt rounding of her cheeks. Every nerve of my body was involved in this festival of taste and touch, and the real world subsided with all the speed of a bad dream. This was the moment Mona chose to interrupt us.
"Another drink-sir!" she said, her tone of voice indicating that sir was spelled c-u-r. I tried to ignore her but she literally wrested us apart and shoved a full glass of straight Scotch into my fist. Linda, barely conscious, had her fingers wrapped about a liberal dose of the same medicine, and the maid walked off, her great ham hocks shaking and quaking with every step.
"Fucking bitch!" I muttered, taking a swig that brought the tears to my eyes. Still, in a way it was lucky Mona had sabotaged my mood, because all around me the party swung at full tilt Now was the time to get my camera to take notes on who fucked who how. I left Linda before she knew what was happening, got my camera, and then arranged her in the canine position so that at least my cock could get off while I did my duty.
It was a terrible division of interests. My cock slipped up her smooth sheath and received a dynamic, quavering massage from her innards as it rode in and out on automatic pilot Meanwhile the top half of my body attempted to take photos and my mind tried to register observations. I felt as though my arms were tied to one team of horses and my legs to another, both teams pulling in opposite directions. But I knew what Peggy would say if I came back with only an acute case of shagger's back, and no pictures. Sarcasm would drip out of her every pore and even Vinnie would look down on me. No, that I couldn't face!
Linda didn't notice, though. She sang a peculiar, erotic song composed of moans and groans, on all fours with her head bent down to see my balls slap up against her ass. And while she was so occupied, I checked out the scene.
Mr. Hardy, tall and distinguished, had Pattie holding on to the stairs leading onto the diving board; he stood behind her and rammed his cock up her pert little ass while he looked up at the sky and gritted his teeth. His face was a mask of lust and shame. The hardness of his cock, however, showed that the bulk of his emotions were on the lust side of the column. It was hard to see from where we were if he fucked with a sinister angle, so I hoisted Linda to her feet and duck-walked towards the happy couple, fucking all the while. Linda perambulated, sighing and groaning, keeping her ass cocked up at me for maximum penetration. When we got right behind Mr. Hardy and his teenage prey, I took a couple of shots with my tiny camera, and paused for a moment to watch his technique. No, not him. His strokes were as straight as a die, in and out with military precision Pattie was crying a little but her sobs were excited. Kathy stood by, idly stroking her inchoate tits and fingering the nipples as she watched her little sister get it. Once more Mona barged through, unexpected and with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop. She was red-faced and furious as she bumped into Mr. Hardy.
"Would you care for a drink, sir?" she rasped, handing him one. Mr. Hardy reeled back, his oily cock glistening in the afternoon sun, his face now a mass of confusion. He began to sip at his drink, not a little intimidated by Mona. And the maid seized the opportunity to trip Pattie and knock her into the pool "OoopsI Sorry, Miss O'Grady," she sneered as she helped the girl out of the pool. "I hope I didn't spoil your fun. And you, Mr. Hardy, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, exposing yourself in front of young girls like that!"
"Now wait a minute," said Mr. Hardy, recovering himself somewhat "This is the third time you've come between us. What is the matter with you, woman? Do you want me to speak to your employers?"
"Drink up, drink up," said Mona testily. Little blonde Kathy had attached herself orally to Mr. Hardy's cock like a leech and was sucking him back into a good mood, which annoyed the maid ineffably. But there was nothing more she could do. Pattie had found a towel and dried herself down hurriedly to reclaim her cock. Kathy gave way to her very reluctantly.
I rode Linda over to the next couple: Mrs. Hardy and pretty Kevin. How she cuddled and kissed him, and how hard little Kevin was! The boy squirmed and twisted to try to poke his dick into Mrs. Hardy's hairy puss, but the woman laughingly denied him. She kept on playing with his dick, kissing it, spiraling her tongue about his flushed glans, driving Kevin crazy with desire. I felt sorry for him. Mona was so cruel to him and now Mrs. Hardy exploited him too. That wasn't fair. I dismounted for a second and held the older woman down. Kevin thanked me and jumped on top of her. In a second he'd worked his dick into her hirsute maw and began to fuck with a vengeance. The boy was red-faced and short of breath, angry and horny, but he knew what he was doing. With an insistent staccato rhythm he laid his cock into her, and pretty soon Mrs. Hardy was yelling out at the top of her voice. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME YOU LITTLE PRICK!" The reserve, the quiet dignity, the Victorian prudery, fell away in a flash as Kevin exhumed the woman of passion who'd once been a young bride. Mr. Hardy looked up from his child molesting with a look of astonishment, shook his head, and got right back to fingering Kathy and fucking Pattie.
I took a couple of pictures and fucked Linda over toward the place where Charlotte and Chuck were fucking. Just as I got there I heard her tell the spunky boy: "Look, Chuckie, let's try the other hole. You're good but you've got some growing up to do yet." Chuck hardly broke the pace of his fucking as my sister lifted him off her, rolled over on her belly, and inserted Chuck into her asshole. I winked at her and drove onward.
Mona was so distraught that she kept running around the pool literally pouring drinks down everyone's throats. She hated to see her girls getting fucked by strangers, and even tried to push me off my mount. But she failed all round. Eventually she came to a stop and sat disconsolately drinking from a jug of spiked punch, watching Mr. Hardy demolish Pattie, only to dig his cock into Kathy's little ass. Shaking her head and muttering mournfully, she drank herself into a total stupor.
Buster and Queenie looked a little pissed for getting stuck together. Listlessly masturbating each other, they sat by waiting for a change of partners. I wanted to oblige Buster. He leered suggestively at Linda and Queenie mouthed a "please!" at me. But Linda suited me just fine for the moment. She crawled around the pool on her hands and knees, drunk and ecstatic, providing me with a fucking ringside seat to all the action.
Mary O'Grady and her oldest boy were locked in an in-depth sixty-nine. Their heads buried between the other's thighs, hands clasping buttocks, they were oblivious to the world. Not far from them, Sean O'Grady fucked Pussy's face radiantly. I hadn't seen a man quite as happy since I'd caught sight of myself in the mirror while fucking my sister.
But at the end of my tour of inspection I had to admit that none of those engaged in sexual intercourse were suspects any longer. Danny and his Dad remained on the list, but it didn't seem too likely. Well, perhaps Peggy and Vinnie had already solved the case, and had reunited Miss Lomax with the man of her dreams. Whatever the case, there was nothing for me to do but enjoy myself for all this occasion was worth. Climaxes resounded throughout the backyard, sharp cries, sudden grunts, frantic panting followed by wounded-bird cries. I saw Danny mount his mother and thrust madly for a minute before collapsing like a punctured balloon. Sean O'Grady took his dick out of Puss's mouth and gave it several jerks to blurt his pent-up load all over her hard, tiny tits, and she rubbed it all over her chest and belly with a lasciviousness more commonly found in pornographic movies. Buster and Queenie parted to take a dip, disgruntlement on their faces. Mr. Hardy pulled out of Kathy and both blonde nymphets came close to suck and lick at his shooting member. Kevin was long out of the running but his brother Chuck was fucking my sister like a sewing machine. When everyone had given up the ghost for the time being, young Chuck kept at it as though he was getting paid by the poke. And Charlotte, that shameless hussy, had her long legs wrapped around him and was banging her cunt into his cock with reckless abandon, yelling and whooping, her head tossing from side to side, until at last the boy released his load, and both of them became very quiet very suddenly.
I lost my erection watching my sister getting fucked. Somehow it didn't seem right that a young lad could make her so happy. After all if he could, who couldn't? Linda was angry with me but I fingered her vigorously for about a minute and she popped off, dissipating her frustrations at the same time. Together we fell into the pool and floated about while our bodies recovered. I wanted to fuck, the feeling was there but it just wasn't finding expression in my cock. It was limp and hot, the rest of me was as hard as a rock.
The members of the party disengaged themselves from their partners and waded about in the pool splashing water over themselves to wash away the sweat. All of them looked distracted and confused, a little let down perhaps. I looked at Mona to see if she could snap them out of it but she was flat on her back, her legs wide apart, mouth open, snoring in the sun.
"Hey, Chuck!" I hissed, motioning the boy to come over. "Go put some hot music on and turn the volume right up, you hear me?" He seemed to understand and rushed into the house to do my bidding. A minute later rock & roll burst from the upstairs windows. By that time I had the drinks filled up with Charlotte's help, and the party managed to pull out of its dive.
It only took one good drink, a relaxing cigarette, and a rocking party record to get the guests back on their feet There wasn't all that much bilking among them but their eyes said it all. Eyes roved over available bodies, assessing the length of cock and the size of tits, caressed buttocks lean and round, met other eyes and communicated quick messages to them, then strayed into hairy crevices, weighed pendant balls. My feet led me directly to Mrs. Hardy. I couldn't help myself. She looked so sensual and motherly in her deck chair, her large tits flattened out over her chest slightly, her big nipples still erect from her brush with Kevin. I perched on the side of her chair and placed my hand on her tits softly, gazing into her eyes with lust
"Oh, it's you, Joe," she said tiredly. "My goodness, I've never seen such a party. Look at my husband carrying on with those young girls. And all those other people, I've never seen them act that way. Whatever is going on here?"
"Well, if you want to know the truth," I replied, caressing her warm flesh with feeling, "this is all a dream. You're not really awake at all. Just take care not to pinch yourself or you'll find It's Monday morning and the washing up still needs doing."
She smiled faintly and shook her head. My plan of attack, which leaned more toward rape than seduction, underwent quick changes. She wasn't fully prepared for me. Kevin hadn't demanded anything but motherly love from her. What I wanted was the woman in her, the passionate vixen that I knew was dormant in her. And that would take time. Instead of going on with my intended 'scheme, then, I lay by her side and rested my head on her pillowy tits. At once she began to rumple my hair and hum to herself.
It was great to see all the others dancing around the pool and lifting their glasses high as they toasted anything and everything that came into their minds. The couples had broken up and reformed, and that old sexual tension spread through the summery atmosphere once again, as potent as before. Loud rock & roll kept the guests moving, but those movements became more and more raunchy and suggestive. From the twist to slow belly-rubbing fox trots, and further, to blatant crotch-pushing grinds! Quaking buttocks and flapping cocks, feverish eyes, heaving tits, the participants getting closer and closer to their partners, the cocks stiffening, knees weakening-and then, as if signalled by a starting pistol, they fell on each other like hungry wolves attacking their prey!
It was Sean who triggered it all off. He and Charlotte had been making avid eyes at each other while dancing, and at the right moment he'd swept her off her feet and laid her down on the grass strip around the concrete siding, mounted her, and entered her all in one motion. And Charlotte, slut that she was, wrapped herself about him like white on rice, her loins banging against his as they both did their best to get the most out of each other.
Next to go was Pussy. Danny, nonchalant, even slightly bored, had given in to the small girl's requests to dance with her. When she started to come on to him he'd taken no notice. Only when she sank down on her knees and took his joint deep into her mouth did his eyes open wide and that's when his boredom dropped off him like an old skin. The rapacious girl with her pigtails coming undone and her green-apple tits hard against his knees, obviously took the wind out of him because he stood dead still and allowed her to suck at his dick till his passions took over where his mind left off. Taking care not to disturb her oral favors, he came down over her to press his mouth against her bald, pudgy little snatch and reciprocate the pleasures she was giving him.
Mrs. Hardy had one hand on my chest by this time and the other still toyed with my curly locks. I felt myself slipping into the role of child. It was so comforting, so relaxing, to be nursed in this manner. Her warm, soft body suffused mine with total security. I was safe in her arms, she'd never let anything bad happen to me. I wanted to turn and bury my face between her long, full tits, to suck for many hours on those dark red nipples and draw the milk up from hidden reservoirs for my own nourishment
But there was too much to see outside the tiny realm of security and happiness that I occupied. Mr. Hardy and Linda sat on the grass and talked while their hands explored the other's assets. From the neck up they might have been father and daughter planning a surprise for Mother's Day. From the neck down they looked more like a call girl and her well-heeled customer. Their hands were everywhere, fiddling and fingering, masturbating a little, caressing some, titillating themselves until the conversation lost itself in a deep kiss.
Buster had every intention of making up for getting stuck with his sister during the first round of festivities. He had prowled about the pool until he'd trapped Kathy and Pattie in a corner, and I'd seen him dance with both of them, looking much like a sheep dog-always on the alert to see his little flock didn't stray. And now they were his, to do with as he pleased! He had them both lying on their backs, holding hands and looking up at him while he straddled their legs as best he could and alternately kissed one pussy while he fingered the other, changing at intervals so as to be democratic about it The blonde sisters didn't seem to be missing out on anything. They kept their legs wide open and their pubic mounds high and surreptitiously kissed each other with open mouths when Buster had his face buried in one of their little boxes. A pang of envy seared through me-that could be Joe McCannoczek licking and fingering those teenybopper cunts! Instead I lay side by side with a woman in her early forties who evinced all the passion of a carrot!
It was starting to get me down, all this motherly love. She caressed me very nicely and all that but I wanted to get a little deeper into her, about eight inches deeper to be exact. With evil intent I poured neat whiskey into her glass and playfully offered it to her, saying: "Mummy drink now!"
"Oh, Joey," she said with a fond smile, "you're so cute. All right Mummy will drink now." I held the glass and she bent down to put her lips to it The moment her mouth was open I tipped the contents of the glass into her and she had to swallow it like it or not "Not so fast Joey!" she spluttered, coughing and beating her chest to counteract the burning sensation of the liquor. "Mummy get silly if Joey doesn't be careful!"
"I'm sorry, Mummy," I said guiltily. "I won't do it again, promise! Just drink this now-I'll be careful this time!"
She gave me a you-naughty-boy smile and once more bent down to the full glass. Again I tipped it down her throat. I thought she would expire for a moment. Red faced and coughing, she could hardly stay on the deck chair because of her convulsions. When she recovered she scolded me roundly, but with a thick tongue. It wouldn't be long now.
Mary O'Grady lay on her side not far from us, both her younger boys belaboring her with their cocks. They had her sandwiched in, and Kevin had her front, Chuck had the back. She looked supremely happy there and the boys wore the expressions of men under stress.
Lazily, I turned my gaze to Mona to see what she was doing. The big dyke had come round and now had the hapless Queenie in her hands. The girl struggled violently to get away, but Mona bent her backwards until she was flat on the ground, then impaled her with her powerful tongue. Queenie was disgusted . . . but not for long. Mona knew all about cunts, I could tell just from the way she reduced her recalcitrant victim to submission. Her head moved vigorously back and forth, laying her tongue on Queenie, fingering her nipples, until the girl had settled down. Then, with the leisurely air of a dyke about to devote herself to proselytizing, Mona shifted upward and French-kissed Queenie for a long time.
"Look at that, Mrs. Hardy," I said without turning around "Young love. It's everywhere. What about you and me now, do you think we stand a chance?" There was no reply. I turned to find her awake but impervious. The Scotch had taken its toll. I prodded her to bring her around but there was no response. "Mrs. Hardy," I said, and then whistled very loudly, "come on, snap out of it. I'm dying to screw you!" She didn't even flinch, just sat there with her eyes slightly open, her mouth slack.
When I realized how out of it she was a pang of extreme excitement ran through my body. Now she was truly mine! I could do with her what I wanted-she wouldn't know the difference! I could either fuck her or not. I could finger her or I could leave her to her own devices and cut in on Buster. A thousand possibilities! Furtively I looked at the other guests. They were humping and moaning, very involved with their private scenes.
I stood up and looked down at the naked woman. A dream I'd had as a boy came back to me in a flash. It was about my mother. One day, when I was very young and very frustrated, I'd had a dream that my mother went out but left her body on the chair for me to play with, and that dream had recurred often in different forms. Now ft had come true. There was Mrs. Hardy, nude, in repose, unconscious, my toy!
First I arranged her the way my mother had been in my dream. Her legs were out straight and parted just a little so that the dark strip of hair running between them was visible but none of the detail could be seen. Then her arms, dangling by her side in a gesture of total helplessness. Her head was turned away from me just in case I started to feel guilt or remorse. Again I stood back, admiring her as though I'd just created her. Then, with a heartfelt sigh, I came down on my knees at her feet, and started to rub my cock against her toes.
It was crazy to do that when I wanted to do so much to her, but that had been the start of my juvenescent dream. I had to follow it through from beginning to end. I worked my cock between her big and second toe, fondling her instep and ankles, my eyes on her placid, attractive face. The feeling I got from fucking her foot was as satisfying as any sexual experience I'd ever had, at least for the moment. I sat up straight, tall and happy, looking around at the other people as if from the ninth heaven. They were very busy plying their partners with the best their bodies had to offer, but none of them seemed to me to be having half as good a time.
Mrs. Hardy stirred uneasily, then relaxed again. The thought of her coming to before I'd realized my dream made me hurry a little. I made use of her toes for as long as it felt good, then withdrew my dick and came down lower to start kissing and fondling her calves. Ahead of me, trapped in its own bizarre perspective, lay the object of my ardors: her dark vulva. It looked like my mother for some reason. I'd never seen my mother naked but that pussy looked like her, just as sexy, plump, swarthy, and warmhearted. I wanted to hurry but didn't. I inched my way up her long legs, kissing, pressing my face against her smooth flesh and keeping my eyes fixed on the dark at the end of the tunnel.
Even when I buried my face in her furry box Mrs.
Hardy railed to stir or give any other sign of life. She was oblivious to everything around her and in her. To test her I parted her cunt lips wide and stuck two fingers into her hole. They went up easily, lubricated by her juices and cream, so I added a finger to the bunch and tried again. Not a flicker! She might as well be an inflatable doll or a vegetable!
Four fingers drove into her yielding, pink flesh, working in and out forcibly until they disappeared up her to the knuckles. I was completely immersed in this project, watching my fingers slide in and out with fascination. I pushed harder, wondering if it was possible to get more into her entrance. At first there was a lot of resistance but I nudged her thighs further apart and kept trying. My hand managed to push aside those inner restraints, to sough into her and leave only my thumb sticking out!
Seeing double with excitement, I withdrew my oily hand and pressed the thumb against the palm, to push the whole lot in this time. Mrs. Hardy might have been watching an opera or nodding out to a boring TV program to judge by the expression on her face. But down below her cunt stretched monstrously to accommodate my intruding hand, reticulating until it closed around my wrist. I paused at that point, feeling the profound satisfaction of a man who's realized an ambition of long standing.
It was warm and smooth inside her cunt My fingers detected a kind of physiognomy in her cuntal cavity, small bumps and ridges that would, under normal circumstances, have responded to my interior massage with extreme pain or pleasure, or perhaps both. As it was, Mrs. Hardy felt nothing. She was miles away, wrapped in a drunken stupor that kept her on the brink of consciousness and unconsciousness. I began to move my hand with a faint, piston-like motion, using my free arm to bring her forward so that her tits dangled before my face. Limp melons, all the tastier for being mature, soft and life-giving, nurturers of three kids and an immature husband, now mine to suck and lick or even bite as hard as I wanted to. My erection was critical but it didn't seem to matter. I was in some kind of trance that maintained itself through the double rush of sensations created by her tits and cunt, a rush that streamed through my hand and through my mouth to clash in the center and radiate out through the rest of my body. It was like a fever that monopolized my body and senses, leaving only my cock on the outside. It throbbed and ached, making its demands known to me-but it felt as if it wasn't part of me.
But at last the fever died down and I extricated my fist from the tight embrace of her flesh to seize her by the shoulders and bring her slack-mouthed face close to my flag pole. I wanted her to blow me just as Yd always wanted my mother to suckle my dick. My mother had never known my secret desires, and Mrs. Hardy wasn't about to satisfy them. Her mouth remained slack so that I might as well have fucked her grossly distended cunt for all the pleasure it gave me. I tried to hold her mouth to it manually but then her teeth chafed against my sensitive cock, and gave me only pain.
It was on the threshold of anger that the rest of my dream came back to me. I set out to prepare Mrs. Hardy for it at once. She was limp and all deadweight as I carried her over to the patch of lawn, and sprawled ungraciously when I put her down. Quickly I arranged her to he with her legs well apart, her arms outstretched, and then straddled her chest and gathered up her tits to clamp my cock between them. That was it She remained inert, but I was as happy as any boy could be. Her tit flesh was soft, smooth, dry, and the friction of my cock sliding through the join of her tits was just what it needed. I felt as content as a kid taking a ride on a merry-go-round, music playing, other kids watching enviously while I had fun. By squeezing her tits rhythmically I provided my cock with a little extra stimulation. The red, flushed knob of my dick emerged from her white mounds only to be drawn back again, in and out slow and easy, my ass sliding along her belly, memories of mother swimming through my mind. I couldn't last long. Suddenly my innards contracted violently and squeezed out a burst of hot cream that shot out from between her tits to land on her face. Garlands of white sperm dripped along her nose, Over her eyelids and brows, dollops of it spattering against her chin and on her lips, until the remains oozed out over her breastbone and then just welled up out of my dick I got up and left her lying there. It was done. We had nothing more to communicate to each other.
The afternoon was in the process of merging with the night. The sun lay heavily on the horizon on one side of the world, and the dark blue of night trailed after it In the O'Grady's backyard the orgy went on regardless of the world. There was Mona eating a hole into Queenie's tender loins, ravenous even though the girl looked as though she'd had more than enough of the dyke's treatment Elsewhere Mary O'Grady was still getting fucked by her indefatigable boy Kevin, but Chuck had taken time out to drink a soda. Pussy was on top of Danny, driving her ass down over his dick, but while I watched he suddenly rolled her over and brought her legs up so that the backs of her calves rested against his shoulders, then used her limbs as a springboard from which to dip into the deepest depths of her cunt Charlotte and Sean were having a cigarette, and she had to be playing with his dick, of course. That girl couldn't leave any man's cock alone. I wondered who she got that from-surely not my father! Was it my mother, then, who'd transmitted this insatiable desire to her . . . and me? Couldn't be! Buster distracted me from my genetic ruminations. He and Kathy and Pattie were tied into an affectionate daisy chain, eating and being eaten. Kathy raised her head momentarily to cry out to Buster: "Eat me, eat me, Buster! I love it!" and I smiled, thinking that kids really do say the damdest things.
The one who surprised me most was Mr. Hardy. He was fucking Linda into the ground! Was there no stopping the man? She lay half on, half off the diving board, her pussy at the same height as Mr. Hardy's cock when he was standing. He stood between her legs, his hand gripping the lush flesh of her hips, and drove his cock in as though he was trying to reach her throat from the inside! Red-faced and sweating, he looked as though he'd been at it for hours, a suspicion somewhat confirmed by the expression on Linda's face. Her mouth was wide open, her hands beat a nervous tattoo on the diving board, and now and then she looked up anxiously to see what he was doing. I caught her eye for a second and it seemed as if she was asking for help. But I wouldn't have spoiled Mr. Hardy's coming out fuck for anything. He looked happier than a pig in shit to me.
Sooner or later, however, even the bravest gladiators fall, and Mr. Hardy was no exception. With a King Kong cry, he released his hoard of sperm and kept jamming his cock into her worn cunt until it shriveled and dropped out. Linda immediately rolled over and jumped into the pool, swam to the other side, and rushed upstairs in case he got hard again. Mr. Hardy didn't care. He strutted around the pool reaming and grinning to himself. He stopped for a moment at the prostrate form of his wife, shook his head, then went on with his victory lap.
"Could you get me another drink, Joe?" I heard Mrs. Hardy say from behind me.
"Yes, of course," I said, "what kind would you like?"
"Just a whiskey," she said. When I got back she was sitting by the side of the pool looking a little woozy but remarkably perky for all that. She accepted the neat whiskey and took some water from the pool in her cupped hand to add to it. Tt doesn't do to drink this straight," she said wisely, and tipped back her glass for a healthy snort. Instead of putting her out again, however, it seemed to wake her up even more. She started to look around at everyone with new life-and, I thought, new expectations. What was the matter with her?
Her revival came at a most fortunate moment. The women in the party had had more sex than they were accustomed to. Even Charlotte seemed to have had enough, a rare thing for her. But the boys had just begun to fuck, by the look of them. Like horny hounds, they prowled through the party, a drink in one hand, cocks in the other, checking out the available women and either finding them on the nod or convincingly uninterested in further pleasures. Only Mrs. Hardy welcomed them with open thighs.
Like metal filings drawn to a magnet, they clustered about her. As yet their purpose was unstated but they were mulling about with a purpose. Mrs. Hardy lay back on the concrete, shamelessly in heat, her undulating hips daring the first comer to make his stand. Buster, Kevin, Chuck, Danny, all wanted to begin but didn't want to seem too eager. Finally Chuck piped up: "This time I want the front, you guys. You're always giving me the ass but it's gonna be different with Mrs. Hardy-right, Mrs. Hardy?"
Mrs. Hardy smiled beatifically and replied: "My darling, wherever you find a hole you're welcome to plug it," and then she turned over on her belly to cock her ass up at him. The young boy stared at the large hairy maw pulsing at him, undecided for a moment But he made his mind up suddenly and flung himself on top of her. His cock was virtually sucked into her greedy box and Mrs. Hardy began to moan at once, but the boy's face told me that he wasn't getting much satisfaction from her distended hole. It wasn't that he was small for his age; far from it. However, my fist was an awful lot bigger than his knob, and it had opened her up wide. For several minutes he belabored her cunt without receiving the slightest thrift in return, and at last he dipped his cock into her asshole with a sigh of resignation. At least that provided him with some sort of feeling.
The others waited in line most impatiently, urging Chuck to release his rock. Like young athletes about to enter the arena, they were up and ready, all nervous energy and strength. Mrs. Hardy knew it too. She kept glancing around at them and their erect dicks, as if to make sure they weren't drifting away. I saw her flex her buttocks at one point to bear down on Chuck's dick, closing the vise of flesh over him until he became very red in the face and pumped her all the way down the straight and well over the finish line. No sooner had he blurted his last than Danny pushed him out of the way and filled her cunt with his hard meat. Mrs. Hardy was in heaven.
I wandered over to Charlotte and lit cigarettes for the both of us. We had nothing to say to each other. The sun had set small lamps lit the area around the pool softly, and underwater lighting turned the water into the bright focal point of the whole scene, light blue and cool. We sat close together, sharing a cigarette and watching the continuing gang bang of Mrs. Hardy. Her husband straggled over and desperately tried to beat some life into his dick so as to qualify for the line, but I didn't give him much of a chance. The other men looked faintly interested, aroused no doubt by the sight of all those horny boys swarming over the earth mother there. The signs indicated Mrs. Hardy was going to make up for a lot of lost time that evening.
Only Queenie looked to be in a bad mood. I asked her what the matter was, and she said: That fucking dyke did me an injury! Look at my poor pussy, Joe, it'll never be the same again." She parted her cunt lips and showed me how inflamed the flesh was, and the dried blood on her thighs. I commiserated with her but assured her that it would recover in no time at all. Mona sat by grinning like a Cheshire cat She kept throwing me significant looks, which at first I took to mean that she was after my ass. But slowly I got the message: she was gloating at me, as if she'd scored. It took a few more minutes for me to realize that the O'Grady girls were missing. She must have taken them up to bed and tucked them away for the night thereby protecting her fitter. Well, we'd all had our fill of them anyway, I figured.
"Pppssssstt!" The sound came from behind me and I ignored it in case it wasn't meant for me. "Pppsssttt!" No one else looked around either. Finally I turned and peered into the darkness at the end of the backyard. There, looking like a lost weasel, was Vinnie, peering back at me from behind the wall. I walked over to him and he motioned for me to come up close so he could whisper to me. "Boss, that Bader guy, that wasn't him! Peggy did every kind of test on him, even checked him for missing screws, checked his alibis, the works. The guy is as clean as a whistle, boss! That lady gave you a ass steer!"
"I thought as much," I nodded. "But tell me, why did it take you so long to find out?"
"Well . . . " he hesitated, then grinned lamely, "we knew a couple of hours ago but I've been sitting here filming this whole thing, you know. I mean, that was too good to miss out on, boss, you gotta admit that!"
"I guess you're right So, what are you two doing now?"
"Peggy is still with this guy Bader. I think she kinda digs him, you know, even if he's only half there. She told me he's a bit mechanical but terrific on distance."
"The slut" I muttered. "Okay, Vinnie, go home and see if you can't develop that film. And give Miss Lomax a call when it's done, will you? I don't want her to fret about what it's costing her for us to have all this fun."
"Sure enough, boss." The weasel slipped away into the dark and I turned back to the party. I told Charlotte the news, and she became very thoughtful.
"Don't you think that's odd, Joe?" she asked.
"Odd? That Bader isn't the guy? Hell., in this business you get all sorts of screwy leads, honey."
"Yes, I know that. But why should Mona tell you it was him when she didn't know for sure?"
"She was just concerned about us spending too much time here," I shrugged. "I guess you could say she's very possessive about her girls and she didn't want us to stir things up around here."
"So you think she tried to throw us off with that shitty story?" mocked Charlotte. "Jesus, Joe, sometimes I wonder how the Hell. you ever got into this business. And how you've managed to stay in it for as long as you have."
"You know something I don't know?" I said testily, turning to her. "If you do, tell me all about it I'm just dying to find out what my smart-ass sister has discovered."
"Oh, never mind, forget it," she said. "It's too nice an evening for us to be fighting."
"That's right, change the subject"
"Come on, Joe," she said softly, placing her arm over my shoulders and stroking my hair. "Let's be friends. You may not be the smartest guy in the whole world but you are the sweetest and I love you for that"
"Yeah, that'd be right" I muttered, but it was impossible not to forgive her. Even when we were kids she could always get around me simply by turning on her charms. The trouble was that she knew how to do it so well. Her smile was soft, her eyes were kind, she'd part her lips just slightly to let the whiteness of her even teeth shine through and then she'd incline toward me, an angel with a hot box, an irresistible proposition, and right away my heart would melt and my cock would become rigid, and that was it. It didn't matter how many times she pulled the same trick, I always fell for it. And as I recalled the many times she'd done it to me, I felt my cock getting very, very hard, as hard as my heart was getting soft. Dammit, she was too sexy! Her eyes caught the shimmer of the pool's surface, making them dance mischievously, and the nearby lights threw her high cheekbones into delicious relief. Her mouth was so close to me that her warm breath brushed along my cheek. I sensed her closeness with every pore, and desired her with uncommon force, suddenly. As one we stood up and leaped into the pool entering the water together and staying under for as long as we could. We kept our eyes open under water and gazed through the blue haze while our hands explored the other's body as if for the first time. Briefly we came up for air, but went back down at once because it was so peaceful down there.
We embraced each other from head to toe and drifted upward as in a dream. Lazily we gulped more air into our lungs, then let ourselves sink again, bobbing up and down like restless sleepers. The water made it almost impossible for me to maneuver my cock into her, yet we made it without really trying. She was very tight and stiff, stubborn as a virgin, but that didn't register with me. Under water we kissed for eons and it was our loins that did the actual fucking. The top halves came up for air at regular intervals but the bottom half kept on copulating. It was a slow process, a little painful even, quite devoid of lust for the time being. But when lust hit us, it came like a tidal wave, buffeting us about while we tried to keep up with it. There wasn't a chance. We had to get out of the pool-immediately.
We got to the side of the pool without separating but then our frenzy made us come apart to clamber out of the water and scurry toward the grass. Neither of us took any notice of what was going on around us. Charlotte reclined on the grass and held her arms out to me. I lay on top of her and my cock found its mark like a true pointer.
Bight away I hit my stride, in and out with a thumping, measured beat, and she responded by sinking her nails into my back and moaning: "Go, Joe, Go Joe, Go Joe Go!" in an odd sing-song voice. Juices flooded her cunt, slurping noisily as my rod drove up into her and pulled back, with exploding air pockets and the suction of our wet bodies adding to this sexual cacophony. I felt terrific, my cock felt like finely tempered steel my body had been properly warmed up, and the way Charlotte was responding told me we were in for what Catholics call a Coitus Magnus.
My body seemed to fit hers perfectly and all our actions meshed. My cock drove in and out of her slopping cunt from different angles, putting pressure on her clitoris, then on the thin strip between her cunthole and her asshole, then off to the sides, stretching and flexing, my glans bumping into different parts of her interior. As we fucked my hands found their way down under her ass, grasping her cheeks hard and pulling them out of the way. Her cunt hole took on cineramic proportions, allowing me to start fucking with a sprawling, circular motion, stirring her up till she had to sink her teeth into my neck to stop from screaming out loud.
The pain seared through my body as though lightning had struck it, adding adrenalin to my blood when it was already boiling. My hips began to move faster, a crazy staccato of random thrusts that had her gasping hysterically for the breath of air her lungs needed so badly but which wouldn't come. She sounded like a busted police siren! "HOOOO!" she went "OOOOOHHH! HOOOOOOOO! JOOOOOEEE!" And then, as if she'd passed through a warp in her passions, she released a long, quavering sigh of sheer, relaxed pleasure. I toned down my fucldng at once, changing to long, slithering strokes to harmonize with her breathing. She clung to me fervently as I brought the tempo back up, bringing her up with me, elevating her with my slipstream as it were, until once again she hit the highs and wriggled like a trapped eel under me.
I led her in and out of that cloudburst of joy and brought her back to a level plane of pleasure. Now my hands had worked their way into her sweaty furrow and several fingers were on the puckered sphincters going round and round, relaxing her muscles, slipping in one finger, then another when she'd yielded far enough. She seemed to enjoy that, so I rolled us both around to get her on top of me and to make her ass more accessible. To help me along she kept her legs well apart and even reached down to separate her full cheeks.
Now her asshole gave in to my intrusion. Two fingers were hooked into the warm, smooth sheath and a third was trying to join them. Charlotte kept moving up and down, but the further my fingers went up her, the more up she went and less down! I had to press hard to keep my cock from slipping out whenever she pushed back to get more digits up her asshole. It was hard to keep all my fingers down in the valley, so eventually I retired a few of them and left only one index finger up her, hooked securely inside and pushing in further. It was length she liked, not mass. The higher that finger probed, the more frisky and tense she became. Then, understanding her needs fully, as in a flash of revelation, I whispered: "Perch your ass on my cock, baby. Let's do it backwards!"
She smiled broadly and lifted herself up till my cock slapped back down to my belly. Her hand trembled as she seized it and guided it toward her asshole. The juices of her cunt and the fingering combined to make it easy on us both. My cock slipped up her asshole and lodged deep inside, moving in further as Charlotte gently bobbled up and down over it. Both of us were at the peak of tension, hardly able to breathe as my cock probed her posterior. She was biting her hp and kept her eyes tightly shut, concentrating on fucking me with finesse. Anal fucking could be terrific fun or terrific pain, depending on how it was done, and at this level of pleasure we didn't want to spoil things. Pretty soon we had the rhythm down pat and an element of abandon crept into it. I hoisted my dick up her with more force and she came down over it with more gusto, and as we dared more, so our pleasure bloomed.
It reached the point where she took over completely. With a touch of her hands she indicated I should he still, perfectly still. I folded my hands behind my head and watched her through half-open eyes as she screwed her ass about my dick and brought herself up to various levels of ecstasy. Now she looked like an animal getting groomed, then like a stripper striking erotic poses for an audience, or a tiger in heat backing into its mate. Her dark hair was matted with sweat, sticking to her forehead and disarrayed, she was pale and her eyes were out of focus, but her body kept right on functioning. As for me, the impulses of pleasure were so plentiful and intense that I could hardly contain myself. The tempered steel of my cock was turning back into flesh-rock-hard flesh, but vulnerable just the same. That numb quality had disappeared, and now every sensual chafe and rub made me shiver inside. My whole body had grown rigid and my toes were curled back. With all my strength I clung to whatever equanimity was left to me, if only because Charlotte looked like she was having such a great time. I wanted her to go the whole way, to purge herself of all lust for once.
To distract myself I opened my eyes wide and took to looking around me, hoping to find an absorbing spectacle that would take my mind off the enormous barrage of sensuality putting pressure on my dick and balk. Unhappily, Mrs. Hardy was still getting gang-banged, and the sight of my mother image getting screwed by all the guys at the party only made it worse for me. My loins began to heave with that certain urgency associated with impending climaxes. As if to beat me to the punch, Charlotte began to fuck faster, fingering her clitoris and squeezing one tit, tiny moans escaping from the back of her throat. The men who weren't screwing Mrs. Hardy were watching us. Here and there a hand had a hold of a tool and jerked slowly, motivated by our performance. I grinned to myself and returned my attention to my sister. If they wanted a show I'd give them a good one!
"Suck it!" I growled, pushing Charlotte off my dick. "Suck it clean and then I'll give you more of it!"
"Oh no!" she wheezed, sliding up and down over my dick. "Don't stop me now, Joe, I'm so close! Oh God, so close, so close!! "
"Suck it now!" I insisted. "And I want you to love it!"
"I will, I will, just wait a moment!" She could hardly talk at this point. The tremors running through her body, the hard nipples, the nervous tongue wetting her lips, all told me she was on the brink of a big one. But I had the urge to have my cock sucked and nothing could dampen it. Just as she was about to explode I took the detonator out and forced her down on me. She gave in at once, seizing my cock between her lips and dipping down over it with the same rhythm she'd used for fucking.
It was all I could do to cling to her! My strength drained away the moment her hot, wet mouth closed over my cock. It had been rubbed back to the nerves, super-sensitive to everything. Charlotte's mouth milked and suckled, her tongue caressed it wetly, her hands fondled my balls, and she kept going down, down, down, so far that I felt her throat muscles tighten about the tip of my cock. With an involuntary jerk I stuck it even deeper down, and there it stayed for a while. It didn't seem to bother her at all. I looked down in amazement, expecting her to be green in the face and gagging; but no, she wore a quiet smile, breathing deeply through her nose. Then, slowly and carefully she drew back, took a brief break, and went down again. I couldn't get over itl She had a knack of relaxing her muscles so that she could take the whole of my cock into her mouth!
That really did me in. Seeing my cock disappear into my sister's mouth was the end. My balls were boiling and ready to give their all. Jerkily I began to fuck her face with more speed, anxious to make the most of this moment. Then she opened her mouth even wider and took one of my balls inside. At the same time my cream blew out of my aching glans in powerful spurts, filling her with the juices of passion until she had to reel back and swallow heavily just to keep up with me. No sooner had she regained her self-control than she was back on me, sucking at my cock and holding the base of it with both hands. I writhed about in the grass, my arms hitting the ground like a wrestler signaling surrender. She remained hunched over me like a penile vampire, sucking my insides out and robbing her hot pussy against my shin to bring herself off.
Applause broke out all around us. We looked up groggily to find the whole party crowding us in, looking down and clapping enthusiastically. Unsteadily, we got to our feet and took a bow. Someone pressed a drink into our hands, someone else came up with lighted cigarettes and ushered us into our chairs. We were wet with sweat and quite exhausted, as was everyone else. Mrs. Hardy was the only one who took no notice. She lay in a heap on the lawn not far from us, her wide-open inflamed cunt entrance a'drip with heavy globules of sperm.
It was pitch black now. The guests were getting sleepy and a little bored now that they didn't have the strength to do anything but talk. Charlotte and I finished our drinks, took a quick dip in the pool, and dressed in the living room. This has been one Hell. of a party, Sean," I told him as we were leaving. "One of the finest I've ever been to. Don't forget us when next you throw one, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, good to have had you," he said. He and his wife had dressed too, not wanting to be on the outside. The Hardy family trooped past us, its members either very sleepy or quite embarrassed. It was as though the truth of what we'd all been doing had just dawned on them.
"You know something," said Charlotte as we pulled out of the driveway, "if you go back there tomorrow you'll find no trace of that party. Not even in their minds. I'm willing to bet Sean and Mary are out cleaning up right now, and that a truth drug wouldn't undo the mental blocks they're erecting at this moment."
"Lucky Vinnie got it all on film " I grinned. "I don't want to ever forget this party."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Charlotte went back to her own place the next morning and left me to wallow under the bedclothes all on my own. I was dog tired and slightly hung over, and when Peggy walked into the room wearing her short-short nightgown that revealed everything that I'd had in excess the previous night, I turned over to face the other way. The thought of sex was too much for me.
"And good morning to you," she said affably, sitting by the side of the bed. "Joe, I've got some bad news for you. Are you ready for it?"
"I know it already," I said, struggling with a crumpled pack of cigarettes. "Bader isn't our man, right?"
"Oh no, that's not bad news," she said brightly, "that's old news! No, what I have to tell you is much worse than that. You know Burbank Street isn't very long, don't you? Well, we've covered most of the residences in it but now it turns out that the large house at the end of the street isn't the mansion of a rich millionaire . . . it's a private school, Joe."
It took a while for the meaning of that to sink in. When it did I tried to be brave, but failed. For a long time I lay there, the cigarette burning between my fingers, my eyes looking out through the drapes. Finally I asked: "And tell me, Peggy, is it a boys' school or a girls' school?"
'It's a boys' school, Joe," she said softly, "with an all-male teaching staff."
"Oh God!" I groaned. "And how many of these suspects attend that fucking school?"
"One hundred and fifty four," she replied, her voice steeped in sympathy.
"We can't check them all out, Peggy, that's out of the question. Perhaps we should refund Miss Lomax her money and just forget about the whole deal I mean, it was fun but I've had enough fun to last me a lifetime. What do you think?"
"There is one alternative," said Peggy. "They do this on TV all the time so it must work. We'll have to plant a decoy in the neighborhood, Joe . . . and I, of course, volunteer."
"You'd do that," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "You'd do that for me?"
"Yes, Joe, I would," she said taking my hand. "And because I'm dying to meet this person in the flesh."
"Slut," I said bitterly. "Okay, Peggy, I guess you're right. Start tonight if you want, but don't take any chances."
"I'll be paid overtime for this, won't I?"
"Yes, yes," I replied, "if that's what you want." She left the room and I stubbed out the cigarette and tried to catch a few more winks. But Vinnie came in soon after, holding a canister of film.
"It's terrific, boss," he enthused. T got all the good angles, terrific close-ups, and the lighting was just right We could sell this movie for a milhon dollars!"
"Let's run it through," I said curtly. Vinnie set up the projector and the screen, and started the film rolling. I settled back among the pillows and watched closely. There it was, in black and white, lucid photography, every scene, every organ, every movement recorded with a voyeur's love of detail. Halfway through the film the bedroom door opened and Sally Lomax walked in. She came to a dead stop when she saw the movie, watched for a few minutes, then pulled out her check book and paid me for the work done up to that date.
That's beautiful!" she exclaimed huskily, sitting on the foot end of my bed and putting her handbag down out of the way. "Oh God, Joe, I don't know if I care about the rapist anymore. Just getting the audio-visual stuff from this case is value for money."
That's true," I said regretfully. Vinnie was right the film would have been a hit at stag parties all over the nation. "Of course well have to keep a copy on file."
"Yes, yes," she said absently, "but I've got the rights to it." That terminated the discussion of business. Miss Lomax insisted that Vinnie play the movie over again in its entirety, some three hours of orgying. I could hardly take it. Sex, sex, sex! I was steeped in it, I sweated it out of every pore, it had marinated my mind and soaked my soul! I was sick of sex, sick of asses and tits and cunts and rapacious women sucking cock. My next case, I decided, would involve double-debenture bookkeeping and secret audits of horse breeders' associations. Staring out of the window and doing my best to ignore the sound effects Vinnie had so ably recorded, I mulled over the days to come. How long would it take us to find the rapist? Could I leave the rest of this tiresome problem to Peggy and my weasel assistant? And how long would it be before I could face a juicy fur burger again?
At that very moment my ears were being assailed by wet sounds from Miss Lomax's cunt. She lay back on the bed, propping her head up against my knees as she watched the film and masturbated in time with its editorial beat. Disgusting! I wanted to kick her off the bed and bundle her off home along with the film. Only my common sense restrained me. There was Vinnie, sitting so his eyes were level with Miss Lomax's cunt, whacking himself off to beat the band. What was wrong with people? Now she motioned him over to let her use his fingers for immoral purposes! Did someone up there dislike me? I lit yet another cigarette, even though my mouth felt like wet plastic and my throat reacted to the smoke as if it was molten lead. Outside it looked calm, a few poplars outlined against the blue sky, the gentle lapping sound of my swimming pool whenever the wind caressed its surface and the distant sounds of traffic assuring me that civilization had not yet ceased to exist. Peggy came back into the room, saw what was going on and immediately joined in. She tore off her negligee, spread her legs so Vinnie could eat her from his position on the floor while she bent over and started to nuzzle Sally Lomax's sopping wet box. As if that wasn't bad enough, my cock began to throb painfully. I shook my head, distressed by my prick's rebelliousness. Sometimes it wouldn't go up even though my whole system desired to fuck. And now, when the thought of S-E-X made me nauseous, it stood straight and true.
Miss Lomax was the first to notice my hard-on. She abandoned Peggy's busy mouth and crawled toward me over the bed, the look in her big brown eyes making it clear she meant to molest me. Peggy tried to drag her back but it was no use. I tried to escape but that was equally futile. She pounced on me like a tiger, screwing her hole over my dick and bobbing up and down tensely. I couldn't do anything about it Everything inside me felt tired and listless, everything except for my stupid cock. It remained so proud and alert, on the job through thick and thin, and Miss Lomax made use of it to her heart's content. When I finally blew she was more than satisfied. Not Peggy. She'd sat by during the whole of the fuck, playing with her black box and eyeing me speculatively.
When Sally got off me, Peggy began to suckle my dick between her full lips, and that was the straw that snapped this camel's back.
"Leave it alone, goddammit!" I exploded, pushing her away violently. "What do you think I am, anyway, a fucking machine? I'm only human, you know, I need to rest now and then!"
"All right, sugar," she said, a pained expression on her face, "if that's how you feel, forget it. But next time you want your ashes hauled, go see someone else."
"I don't want it anymore, that's all," I said moodily. "I mean, what the Hell.-are we human beings or animals? Do we have to fuck all the time? Look at you lot, there's Vinnie abusing the years off his life expectancy, Sally's cunt will soon be big enough to give a platoon of marines shelter from the elements, and you, you black slut, you'll fuck anything from a broomstick to a billionaire! It makes no sense."
"Uh-oh," said Peggy, with a wink at Sally, "I think the boss is suffering from romantic love. Can you see the symptoms?"
"I sure can," said Sally, getting up off the bed and putting her panties back on. "He wants a girl all to himself so he can cheat on her with a clear conscience."
"How true," grinned Peggy, giving the other woman an off-hand five, "how very true. It happens to all men sooner or later."
"I'm just OD-ing," I said, trying to pass it off with a little levity, but neither of them laughed. Vinnie blew his wad into the deep pile of my carpet, wiped his dick on a handkerchief, and got to his feet to ask if anyone wanted to see the film again. "No, no just make a copy of it and give the original to Miss Lomax," I snapped. "Then get the equipment ready for the first stake-out. The sooner we catch this criminal the better it'll be for all of us."
Night. Burbank Street was deadly quiet . . . too quiet! Vinnie and I sat in the car drinking coffee out of Dixie cups, watching Peggy patrol the street. She wore a high mini-skirt that displayed her long legs to their best advantage, and a low-cut blouse that offered an irresistible invitation to any rapist.. . or any male, for that matter. We'd been sitting there for hours and several men had tried to pick her up, one of them a man called Sean O'Grady.
All of these were easily fended off, however. They were well-mannered and showed none of the aggressiveness of the run-of-the-mill rapist. It was after midnight. Vinnie and I sat low down so our heads wouldn't show over the back of the seat. The car radio played very softly and the coffee tasted like recycled mud. Another hour, I whispered to Vinnie, and we'll give it up for the night. Very few people walked along the street since it was a cul-de-sac, and also since most people in this part of town had more than enough money to drive everywhere.
Just as we were about to call Peggy back into the car and go home, a dark shape streaked past us and swept Peggy off her feet, to carry her off into the bushes. Vinnie and I exchanged significant looks. There was no sound of struggle, so we gave it half a minute before getting out of the car and stealthily rushing over to the scene of the crime. Sure enough, there she was clamped in a half Nelson, her panties down around her knees, with a man laboring behind her.
"Don't, Joe!" she called out, "let him finish! He's got a loaded gun!"
"What? Where!" I yelled, patting my pockets to find mine.
"Up my ass!" she sighed. "Oh, honey, that's so good, so nice, give it to me harder!"
"Wait a minute," said the man indignantly, "what are you lady, some kind of kook?"
"Just fuck me, fuck me!" said Peggy, working her ass against his belly to get more of his dick into her, and at this the rapist pulled away and held his hands up into the air.
"Why, Mr. Hardy!" I said, when I shone the flashlight at his face. "Fancy meeting you here! So you're the rapist we've been trying to track down. I would never have expected it."
"I'm not the one," said Mr. Hardy nervously. He tucked his hard cock back into his pants and tried his best to look his dignified self while I held a gun on him. "I swear I'm not. It's just that ever since you and your co-workers came into our lives we've all gone a little crazy. I wanted to fuck someone tonight, very badly, and my wife was not available, so.. . . " He threw his hands up and shrugged as if to say there were no other choices left open to him.
"How can I believe that?" I asked.
Tm afraid there's no way of proving it except for you to accept my word for it," he replied.
"That's not good enough, unfortunately."
"Let me blow him, Joe," said Peggy. "You remember how odd that sperm sample tasted."
"That's a good idea," I nodded, "go right ahead."
She bent down to her task right away, unzipping Mr. Hardy and extricating his cock to seize upon it greedily. He grabbed hold of a nearby tree for support and let her have her way, waiting patiently for her to suck him into success. Vinnie sat close by to watch her full lips slither up and down his hard cock, but I looked out along the street to see if anyone was around. It was as quiet as a grave. From behind me I heard a gasp, a desperate cough, and then just hard breathing. A minute later Peggy reported that Mr. Hardy had a salty, even spicy taste, nothing like the cream of the culprit.
"Well, sorry I couldn't be of more help to you," Mr. Hardy said gallantly. "And thank you so much for making me feel better. I promise not to do this sort of thing again."
"Please don't," I said irritably. He walked away quickly and disappeared into his home. Again the street was quiet. "What do you say, Peggy, you want to go home?"
"Let's give it another hour, Joe," she said, taking the thermos out of the car and washing the sperm down with a long draught of coffee. "I've got a positive feeling about tonight. Something's going to happen, I can feel it."
"You're just hoping to get laid again," I said, "but if that's what you want we'll stay here to back you up."
"Good-only next time give the poor sap a couple of minutes, will you," she said, walking away with a pert swing to her delicious ass.
"Jesus," said Vinnie, looking after her, "if she doesn't get raped it'll be a sure sign the rapist has moved to another neighborhood."
"Don't say that!" I groaned.
"Only kidding, boss. But isn't she a sexy piece of ass? I wouldn't mind marrying her, you know that?"
"You must be out of your mind," I said scornfully. "No woman would have you, Vinnie. For one, you've got a face like an asshole, and secondly you don't like to fuck. All you have is money and precious little of that"
"A man can dream, can't he?" Vinnie sulked.
"About sex!" I said, angry for no apparent reason. "That's all you dream about and that's all anybody thinks about! I'm so tired of it all. Look at you, you loathsome slug! You got holes cut in your pockets so you can toy with your tool all through the day. And when you're not doing that you're looking up women's dresses and through keyholes! Don't you see how trivial your life is!"
Vinnie wasn't listening. He put his finger to his lips to let me know it was time to shut up, and his eyes followed a dark shape along the sidewalk. The shape hung back from the street lights but made its way toward Peggy with celerity. Peggy didn't notice it till it was too late. In a flash the dark shape had reefed her into the bushes, and then there was silence-dead silence.
"Let's go," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Got your camera ready?"
"Right, boss." As one we slid out of the car and padded over to the scene of the crime. When we got close enough we heard the rustling of leaves and muffled moans. Even when we were nearly on top of them we saw little. The shape wore a long, black cloak that fell down as far as the ground, and somewhere within it Peggy was trapped. We could hear her and we could see the regular undulation underneath the cloak, but that was all. Only one other fact registered-Peggy was doing nothing to protest against this sudden intrusion.
This had to be the culprit. Vinnie crept through the bushes to try and get a better angle for the infra-red camera and I surveyed the surroundings to see if there was any way the rapist could escape. It seemed pretty pat. The school fence ran along one side of the bushes, the sidewalk on the other, and on the other side of the street were houses. As far as I was concerned, we had our man.
Peggy began to get more noisy, moaning and crying, all very affirmatively. The shape just kept on fucking, up and down like a machine, devastating her thoroughly. I settled back to wait for it to finish, rather bored and a little repelled by yet another manifestation of man's fleshly needs. I wondered if there was an opening for me in a convent . . . or did they call them monasteries? My mind was too tired to think about it, either one would do, any place where sex was a dirty word.
Suddenly the shape moved away from Peggy and disappeared into the bushes, leaving the black woman to stand with her ass poking at me and looking around rather sheepishly. "Where did it go?" she asked me, with more than a little regret in her voice.
"I don't know," I said, "but I'm sure as Hell. going to find out." Vinnie was already crashing through the bushes after the shape, and I joined him in hot pursuit. The shape ran out onto the road, cloak flapping in the wind, taking long, rapid strides toward the nearest fence. Then, with one athletic bound, it was over the fence and gone. We clambered after it, almost out of breath but determined to get our criminal once and for all. We were just in time to see the hem of the cloak slip over the fence at the back of the yard.
"Did you get a picture?" I asked Vinnie as we dashed over someone's lawn. The weasel said he hadn't been able to. Muttering under my searing breath, I leaped over the next fence and pursued the rapist over a Japanese rockery, a fish pond, and several flower beds. The bastard just wouldn't slow down!
At long last, when I knew it would be all over with me if the rapist didn't give up, the shape disappeared into the O'Grady house. "Come on, Vinnie!" I yelled, beckoning for the little man to pick himself up. "We've got the rat trapped!" That didn't seem to concern him but he struggled to his feet and joined me as we entered the now familiar house. There was no one in the living room, just darkness and silence greeted us. Upstairs was just as quiet until we neared the children's room. Then we heard faint noises, noises that could well be made by a rapist divesting himself of a garment. As one we burst through the door, making an entry dramatic enough to upstage Batman and Robin.
We found ourselves confronted with six pairs of eyes, three blue, three brown, and a pile of tangled flesh. The O'Grady kids were going at it hammer and tongs, all of them naked, all of them fucking and sucking, pausing only with the greatest reluctance to see who had crashed their party.
"Excuse me, I stammered, turning red in spite of the importance of my mission. "Did any of you kids see a person run into the house?"
"We weren't really looking," Danny said archly.
"Then did you hear anything?" said Vinnie, his eyes big as saucers.
"No, everyone was making too much noise," said Chuck with a wicked smile unbecoming a boy of his age.
"Flesh earmuffs," Vinnie speculated.
"Come on, you pervert!" I snapped, dragging him out of the room and glaring about the dim corridor feverishly. The rapist had to be here somewhere! With grim resolve I burst into the master bedroom only to break into a most romantic encounter. Mrs. Mary O'Grady lay on her back on a surgical table, her feet high in the stirrups, while Sean stood between her legs, arms akimbo, and poked about in her cunt with his tool just like a gynecologist might ply a woman with a speculum. They looked very embarrassed to be seen this way, and Mary hastily explained: "It's the only way I can really get off with him . . . I mean, for a long time that was the only sex I had, when I went for my Pap smear and the doctor would get me all wet, so . . . you know, it's neat!"
"Yes, very good," I said, and repeated my questions. Again, no result. They'd been far too occupied with their game of doctor to be concerned with the outside world. Goddamn sex! I thought bitterly. It turns people into the worst possible detectives. Only one room left before we'd have to search the house. Vinnie and I turned and rushed into Mona's room. The maid was in bed and when we turned the light on she sat bolt upright and tried to cover her massive tits with the sheet.
"Did you see anyone come in here or hear someone run by?" I asked curtly. I hadn't forgotten the way she'd tried to butt in on everyone's fun during the orgy, the fucking old dyke. She couldn't speak, just shook her head and turned pale about the gills. "Are you sure now?" I said. "I mean, can just anybody run through this house without anybody knowing about it?"
"I shouldn't think so," said Mona. "By the way, how did you two get into this place?"
"The front door was open," I said, sitting down on her bed and pulling out a cigarette. "I ought to tell your employers about that, perhaps they'd discipline you a little-but then, you'd probably enjoy that, you slut!"
"Did you come here just to insult me?" she replied, eyeing me coldly and pushing Vinnie's exploring hand from out under the bedclothes. "Because if you did, I'll just call the police and just get you out of here."
I had a terrific reply on the tip of my tongue, but Peggy walked into the room. "Any luck?" she asked, and when we shook our head, she went on to say that she'd searched the whole house and that she'd found no one. "But I'm sure the rapist is still here," she said, slapping one fist into the palm of her other hand. "I watched the house when you two went inside and no one came out, I'm sure of it!"
She began to pace about the room while I continued to question Mona. I felt she knew something. It was a hunch, but I often play them. Somehow she tied in with the rapist. She probably knew him, probably gave him shelter, tipped him off, something like that. But she was a tough cookie, not about to break.
"Hey, Joe," said Peggy when I was in the middle of another juicy insult, "look at this, will you." She had opened a drawer of the maid's bed stand, and in it were several dildoes.
"Yeah, we saw all that before," I said, waving her aside.
"Why didn't you tell me about that?" said Peggy.
"Joe, you don't seem to realize the significance of this!" She picked the dildoes up one by one, sniffing them carefully before replacing them. Then she shook her head and closed the drawer to begin a full search of the room. Mona's eyes followed Peggy wherever she went, but I figured she fancied Peggy. I couldn't have been more wrong. The maid was afraid my secretary might find something. While I continued to question her from various angles, and Vinnie half disappeared under the blankets to start licking Mona's monstrous pussy, Peggy came up with the evidence we needed. In retrospect I see my questions would have led to that same piece of evidence, but I have to give credit where due.
"This is the dildo she fucked me with!" Peggy said triumphantly, holding the plastic cock up high. "I knew it wasn't a man when she was giving it to me. It was too big, too hard, a guy with a cock like this one would never in his life have to force any woman to submit. She's the one, I'll stake my job on it."
"What are you talking about, you crazy bitch!" sputtered Mona, but her face was flushed and there was guilt in her eyes.
"I'm saying you're the Burbank rapist," said Peggy, folding her arms and letting the large dildo dangle. "Of course I was on to you a long time ago, but I had to be perfectly sure before I could even mention the possibility."
"How could you possibly have known?" said Mona. "When I saw the photos-" Peggy began, but I interrupted.
"Yes, yes, yes, let's leave the summation till later," I said testily. "The main point is, do you admit it or do you deny it?"
"I admit it," said Mona, getting out of bed and standing right in front of me, Vinnie sucked up between her legs, her arms looking like a wrestler's, her face twisted in anger. "And what are you going to do about it!"
"Report you to Miss Lomax of course. But tell me, Mona, why did you do it? Why should you risk your career, the affection of the family, and your standing in the community for the sake of lust?"
At that point she broke down and sank to the bed, sobbing and covering her face with both hands. "I can't help myself," she cried, "those kids drive me crazy! Just look through the peephole behind that Keane painting over there and you'll see what I mean. The girls won't let me touch them and even when I tell them how much I love them they act like I'm a leper. It's not fair! They think they're too good for me. Well that's bullshit. We're all Americans. So I go out into the streets and grab whatever ass I can lay my hands on. Sure I despise myself for doing it I cry myself to sleep every time this demon inside me erupts. I wish I could stop it! Oh God, I wish I could!"
She was a total wreck by this time, so we ignored her to peer through her private peephole. There were the kids again, still at it for the most part, all those young cocks and cunts, those hard little tits and pert asses, intertwining, intruding, interacting, so content with each other and self-fulfilling that I could begin to imagine why Mona was driven to acts of desperation so frequently. I turned back to her and patted her on the shoulder. "Never mind," I said softly. "Miss Lomax will be more than delighted to have you rape her whenever you want to. And I'm quite sure a number of other women will be standing in line."
"Do you really think so?" She lifted her tear-stained face up to me and tried her best to smile. "You're very land to say that. Tell Miss Lomax she sounds like a very lovely person and I'll be more than happy to ravage her whenever she wants it."
The case was closed. We went home tired and content. Vinnie developed the last of the pictures and in the morning Peggy arranged them all into files and envelopes for Miss Lomax. She came in early and picked up the remainder along with Mona's phone number. Peggy, I noticed, had a copy of it in her wallet I retired to my private poolroom to shoot a few balls and to think. Sure, we'd closed the case and made another customer happy. But what about me? Even now the thought of sex made me ill Would I always be that way? Had it been worth it?
It depressed me to think that I'd have to steer clear of the flesh from that day onward. Peggy came in several times to convey messages, and each time the sight of her swelling, dusky tits, the exposed lengths of thigh, made my cock even limper and smaller. It was over, I was sure of it. That's what came from glutting myself. Or was it due to Mrs. Hardy and her images of Mom? Briefly I wished I'd become a psychiatrist instead of a sleuth. The more I thought about my problem the more tangled it became. In the end I decided to drive over to Charlotte's place. She understood me better than anyone.
She was home and alone, which surprised me. She was also glad to see me and immediately ushered me into the living room where she made me comfortable and put a drink in my hands. "What's up, Joe?" she asked, eyeing me with concern. "You look ashen. Are you sick?"
"It's worse than that," I said, gazing at the floor. "I think I'm impotent, Charlotte. No, don't laugh. The thought of sex makes me sick. What do you think is wrong with me?"
"Nothing a good woman couldn't fix," she said with a barely suppressed laugh. "Come on, Joe, cheer up, you know it'll pass, don't you?"
"Right now it feels very permanent."
"Don't be silly." She plopped down on the couch beside me and rested her chin on my shoulder so that her warm breath titillated my ear. "Drink up, Joe. We'll see if we can't lick this thing, all right?"
"All right." I felt as though I'd fallen and hurt my knee, and my older sister was trying to stop me from crying. While that felt childish and a little silly, it was also very comforting. I leaned against her and let the whiskey warm my innards. Yes, everything seemed to be thawing. And as the rest of me got softer, my cock began to get harder. It was very sub-tie at first, hardly perceptible, but it cheered me up immensely.
"As a matter-of-fact, I was thinking about you when I woke up this morning," Charlotte said in her sexy, husky voice, "and that made me so wet I almost fucked the bedpost You're the best lover I've ever had, Joe, and that's the truth. So don't you go getting limp on me now, you hear?"
"I won't" I said, still staring at the carpet She refilled my drink for me and sat close again.
"You've just been overdoing it" she went on, "fucking far too much, far more than an ordinary man could. That's bound to catch up with you sooner or later. But we're going to fix it today, right?" Her hand descended to my lap and squeezed the contents of my underpants softly. At once a rush of blood caused my cock to expand into a long, thick rock She glanced at me triumphantly, and at last I could look her in the eye. At that moment the phone rang. "Shall we let it ring?"
"No, better pick it up," I said, "because I gave Peggy the number here." She nodded and answered it then handed it over to me. "Hallo? Oh, hi Peggy." My secretary told me to hang on for a moment and then Miss Lomax spoke into the phone.
"Hello, Mr. McCannoczek? Listen, I have another assignment for you. No, no, it's not to track anyone down, nothing like that Well let me explain. That woman, Mona came over last night and raped me but . . . well, I don't know, it was kind of tame compared to the first time. And it was nothing compared to what I get out of the films and the photos and what not that you made while tracking her down. I have to tell you, Joe, you and your staff made the greatest records of sex I've ever seen. Now you might think this a little strange, but I'll pay you double what I was paying you if you'll make another batch of material for me. Triple? Oh please, Joe, do it for me? I love your work, I think you have talent-"
I hung the phone up and smiled at Charlotte. "Where were we, when that phone rang?"
"About here," she said, taking my rod out of its confinement and bending low over it. "You were telling me how you couldn't.. . " she licked it appraisingly," get hard again and I said . . . " another lick, long and languid, bringing the blood to the boil and making me squirm with tense lust, "we could do it.. . if we just put our minds and hearts into it.. . " a long, slow suckling, topped by a greedy plunge, "didn't I?"
"Mmmmmm yes," I moaned, sitting back into the couch and relaxing every muscle in my body. "Yes, you did say something like that . . . but it all seems like so long ago."
"I know," she said, her voice muffled by the length of cock pushing down into her mouth. "We should live for the mmmgghnmohff!"
