As anyone well knows, a witness to cold-blooded murder is in deadly peril of meeting with the same gruesome fate so long as the killer or killers in question remain at large. This is especially so if the wanted men happen to have been hardened criminals to begin with.
To the warped thinking of a criminal mind, one more murder means little or nothing; and it is the one sure way to silence forever a witness whose testimony might result in imprisonment or execution for the crime he has committed.
Abduction, heinous assault and violent death: This is the fear that a witness to murder must daily face until the killer who threatens the witness' life is captured and put behind bars. The danger is very real. It is the reason for protective custody of material witnesses by the police.
However, for one reason or another, not all material witnesses can or will accept protective custody. Wanda Douglas, the comely blonde divorcee who is the heroine of Wanda's Big Dog, did not accept protective custody even though an abortive attempt had already been made upon her life by the two men-a stocky Mexican and a tall, wild-eyed Negro-that she'd seen then heard murdering Mr. Osgood, one of the guests staying at the motel Wanda managed.
Nothing would've made Wanda feel better than to be locked up safe and snug at police headquarters, but it was a luxury she could ill afford. She had a job, her fourteen-year-old daughter and her widowed brother's son Larry, a handsome youth of sixteen, to look after, and her personal responsibilities came first.
The story begins peacefully enough, and quite erotically, too, with Wanda yielding to the amorous licking of a collie dog she is pet-sitting for a motel guest. The dog laps avidly at the blonde crotch of the sex-starved divorcee, bringing Wanda to the verge of orgasm, but her bestial bliss is interrupted by a young couple wanting a room.
It is after she has delivered a baby bed to the newly arrived guests that Wanda witnesses the murder and is very nearly murdered herself between the time she calls the police and their arrival on the scene, their sirens having sent the killers fleeing.
The investigating detective is a fortyish widower named Hal Kincaid. He and Wanda take one look at each other and sexual electricity begins to crackle. The detective performs his duties, and offers Wanda protective custody. When she declines, he promises to give her as much police protection as is possible under the circumstances.
With the policemen gone, her daughter sleeping over at a girl friend's and her nephew out with his pals, the shaken-up young woman re-enters her living quarters to find the collie still hot for her curvaceous body. The threat of death makes life seem fragile and dear to Wanda, and in her confused, excited condition, she gives in to the horny dog.
As luck would have it, her nephew returns early and catches Wanda having intercourse with the big dog. Larry takes advantage of the situation and, over her shame-laden protests, drags the dog off his comely aunt and proceeds to ball her, himself.
Once Wanda gets started with her nephew-she and Larry were dangerously close to committing incest anyway-she can't help continuing. Though she knows it's dreadfully wrong, she becomes the handsome lad's willing fellatrice and gives him more ass, too.
Detective Kincaid, who gets off duty at eleven p.m., offers to sleep at Wanda's until the killers are arrested, saying her danger is greatest between midnight and dawn and that he will protect her. Some protection. Knowing she is strongly attracted to him he hints enticingly of love and marriage-the very things Wanda longs for-and the very next morning after her kids go off to school, the horny devil is feeding her cock and then screwing her soundly.
That night Hal Kincaid doesn't show up, which makes Wanda think she's been had. But the killers do show up, and only then does the defenseless beauty begin to learn how thoroughly a woman can be degraded when the two evil men set on slaying her pause long enough to vent their perverted lust upon her helplessly bound body.
The Negro and Mexican turn poor Wanda every way but loose before, while the Mexican is sodomizing her, the Negro loops her nylon stocking around her neck and begins strangling her in order to provide his friend with the exquisite pleasure of having her anus grab spastically at his rod while Wanda is consumed with the convulsive throes of death.
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CHAPTER ONE
The big collie quit barking soon as she slipped her passkey into the lock and opened the door to unit nineteen. She turned on the light and stepped cautiously into the motel room which had been rented by a middle-aged woman who was obviously out, since she'd not answered her door and her car was gone. Guests in the adjacent unit had complained that the dog was disturbing their rest, and as resident manager of the older motel, it was up to Mrs. Wanda Douglas, a comely blonde divorcee of thirty-two, to quell the disturbance. Since the motel had no kennel, she supposed she would have to take the dog to her living quarters behind the office and keep it there until its mistress returned.
An animal lover with no pet of her own, Wanda didn't particularly mind baby-sitting with the magnificent collie, whose submissive whining and affectionately wagging tail won her over immediately. His sad, squinty eyes told her he was lonesome not viscious, and Wanda couldn't understand why his owner would go off and leave him alone like this.
She leaned over smiling and patted her shapely thighs. "Okay, boy, let's be friends because you're going to have to come stay with me until your mistress gets back. Is it a deal? Come on, let's shake on it."
She squatted down and extended her right hand. The collie bounded off the bed and stuck out his paw. She shook it and patted his head. Then he reared up, whining, put his paws on her shoulders and began licking her pretty face.
Wanda laughed and pushed him away. "No, no, boy, you'll ruin my make-up. Your kisses are nice and warm, but I'm afraid they're much too wet. Where's your leash, huh?"
On his collar Wanda saw that the dog's name was Jeff. She found the leash on the lowboy chest of drawers. As she picked it up, the collie stuck his long, pointy muzzle under her dress from behind. She shivered with an unexpected surge of pleasure when she felt his cold nose poke into the pantied cleft of her warm, womanly buttocks. Before she could sidestep and whirl around, he'd sniffed her anus as dogs always want to do when making a new acquaintance.
"Jeff, you naughty dog!" she scolded, her voice tinkling with laughter. She leaned over and snapped on the leash. It struck her that she ought to leave an explanatory note but she didn't. Deciding it would do the woman good to worry a little when she returned and found her pet missing, Wanda led the friendly collie outside and toward the office.
A car with out-of-state plates drew to a stop by the pool directly across from unit ten. It was the same car Wanda had noticed cruising slowly through the motel three times about twenty minutes previously.
Two men got out-a tall, skinny negro with a bushy Afro hair-cut and a stocky chicano of medium height-and walked straight to unit ten.
Out of curiosity, Wanda paused nearby and stooped to pet the collie. One of the men knocked demandingly on the door of number ten. While they waited, both men looked right at her, then nervously turned their backs toward her. She could hear them talking, about her, she supposed, because the stocky Mexican kept glancing over his shoulder, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. The Negro rapped again impatiently, and when the lights came on and the door parted a crack, they pushed it on open and went in.
Mr. Osgood, the thirtyish Anglo who'd rented the room and disappeared inside it earlier in the day, looked sleepy and surprised, upset even, but he obviously knew his strange visitors. It was Mr. Osgood himself who shut the door, so Wanda dismissed the incident with nothing more than a mental note to be sure and charge extra if the two men stayed overnight. .
It was around nine o'clock, a pleasant September evening. Wanda walked the collie twice around the well-tended lawn bordering the virtually deserted pool. When a car pulled in, she took the animal into the office with her and rented one of the two remaining rooms to an elderly couple.
Her fourteen-year-old daughter Deena was spending the night with a girl friend, and Larry, the sixteen-year-old son of her career-Army-Officer brother who'd been living with Wanda since his mother died three months ago, had gone swimming at the Y and then to a movie with a couple of his buddies; so Wanda was alone and glad to have the affectionate collie for company.
She took the dog into her apartment and fed him a hamburger pattie that was left over from supper. After she'd given him a bowl of water and poured herself a glass of cola, she took him into the living room, which was connected by a door to the motel's office, and settled on the couch to catch the news on TV, with Jeff flopping down contentedly on the floor in front of her.
As was her habit when she relaxed, Wanda slipped off her casual flats and absently began rubbing the top of one bare foot with the sole of the other. Her feet were moist with perspiration, a bit swollen from being on them so much that day, and when the collie started licking them it felt so good she let him keep it up. She lifted them for him and sighed laughingly as she squirmed about due to the pleasant tickling sensations caused by his warm, wet tongue lapping at her soles.
"You're a real foot freak, aren't you, Jeff?" she chuckled when she spread her dainty toes and the dog licked unhesitatingly between them. "Mmm, keep that up. It feels nice."
She closed her eyes and forgot all about the news. It was so relaxing to have her feet licked this way. Of course she would have to wash them afterward but she hadn't taken her bath yet anyway. Wanda was feeling lazy and a bit sensual even before the collie started licking his way up her legs.
When he worked his long, slender muzzle in between her dimpled knees and nudged her legs apart, she decided to see just what he had in mind and deliberately let her legs fall wider open.
Wanda shivered in lewd anticipation as the dog's scratchy tongue laved higher and higher over the smooth, creamy skin along the insides of her purposely parted thighs. As a teenager she'd allowed the family's female chihuahua, which had slept with her because it liked her best, to lick her cunny under the covers. This had always given her a great deal of pleasure, and she hoped the collie would want to lick her blonde cunt now. Her crotch was sweaty and she needed a douche, so she knew the animal could smell the odor of her sex. Especially now, with his head up under her skirt.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but Jeff would be gone tomorrow and no one would ever know. Wanda had been divorced almost a year. She'd had a lover some months back but all he'd been interested in was her body, and wanting more than that-a real love affair that would lead to a satisfying marriage and a stable home, neither of which she'd had with her ex-husband-she'd dumped him in the hopes of finding a better prospect. But every now and again when she got to missing marital relations-the one thing her ex had been good at-she wished some decent man would hurry up and come along and sweep her off her feet. It'd been months since she'd had sex. Wanda wasn't a loose woman, but the incessantly lapping tongue of the big collie was fast giving her a bad case of the hots. And she couldn't see how a little secret licking of her itchy pussy would hurt anything.
"Mmmm," she mewled, squirming with sensual discomfort as she felt the tip of Jeff's tongue nearing her groin. She spread her legs wider yet and scooted it up to him. His nose brushed her clefted mound. She held her breath and could hear him sniffing under her skirt. Then he licked her crotch through the thin nylon covering of her sweat-and secretion-dampened panty crotchband and she let out her breath in a heartfelt, "Aaaaah! Oh, you naughty, darling dog. Let me get my briefs off so you can get at me better."
In her haste to pull her skirt up around her waist and skin her step-ins down her lovely long legs, Wanda neglected to shut the door leading to the motel's office. She kicked off her panties and left them lying where they fell. Quickly she slouched down and slid her well-packed rump out to the edge of the couch.
"Now, boy, there it is for you, and it's nice and juicy, too. Get it. Come on, lick me!" she urged as she flung apart her legs and gave the shaggy beast easy access to her vulnerable privates.
He stuck his nose right into her blonde muff, backed up a few inches and gave a half-sneeze, his tail wagging. Then he licked his chops and smelled her asshole tentatively. Suddenly his tongue slapped into the cleft of her tremulous buttocks and he licked her from her puckered pink rectum clear up to the top of her soft pink crevice. His tongue snaked between her puffy labia and slithered swiftly up her slippery, hair-ringed trough, its roughened upper surface dragging abrasively over the nerve-rich head of her erecting clitoris.
"Aaaah, ooooh!" she whimpered. "God, you know how, don't you? I'll bet your mistress has you do this to her, huh?"
For an answer, the dog licked her furry cup again, then began lapping up her cuntal fluids as if he were drinking water from a bowl. It was maddening. Wanda shut her eyes and shuddered with delectation. The same licentious mood she'd savored as a young girl settled over her now. She felt silly reverting to this forbidden joy which she'd thought she'd outgrown years ago, but she had no sexual outlet as a divorcee and the collie's educated tongue felt much too good for her to even consider stopping him. If he would stay at her long enough, she knew she could reach a climax this way, and she needed one badly.
Lately her sexual deprivation was getting to be a burden. Only last week, when she and Larry were wrestling playfully the way they'd done when together since he was a small child, Wanda'd had to call a halt to the roughhousing. She hadn't been fully aware of her arousal until she was panting and her loins were all atingle with desire. And her nephew must've sensed her condition, because he'd had an odd expression on his youthfully handsome face and Wanda had noticed that he also had a prominent bulge in his trousers. The horror of impending incest had brought her to her senses, but she realized all too well how dangerously close she'd come to giving in to that unbidden burst of tormenting passion, and she'd determined never to horseplay with her brother's appealing son again.
"Ohh, ohh," she puled, reaching down to spread her blood-engorged sex petals with her fingers. "Yesss! That's it, boy, get your tongue right in there and lick way up into me! Ohhhh ... oh, shit ... that's good! Mmm, mmm ... lovely ... ohh, don't stop!"
Jeff wasn't about to stop. Wanda's plushy pussy rewarded his efforts with a constant trickle of viscous clear vaginal syrup, and the taste of her meaty slot was much sweeter than the thin-lipped gash on his drying-up, middle-aged owner, who'd taught him to service her as well as to merely lick her off. His long, skinny penis was sliding all red and shiny-slick out of its hairy sheath, and from previous experience, he expected to get to use it.
"AAAAH ... DEEPER ... LICK DEEPER!" Wanda trilled, her hands trembling as she held her split open and lolled her head blissfully from side to side.
His plunging tongue reached about four inches into her, the roughened upper surface of it dragging delightfully over her fiery-red clit with each darting thrust in or out. He was bringing her closer and closer to the blessed relief of what promised to be a tremendous orgasm. It was driving her wild. She wanted desperately to cum and could feel the bittersweet tensions of preorgasmic agony/ecstasy drawing the nerves in her sweltering loins tight as vibrating bowstrings.
"Oh, no! Go away, you bastard, whoever you are!" she moaned as she heard a car brake to a stop in the driveway outside the office entrance. "Hurry, boy! Hurry and bring me off!"
But the bell sounded when the outer door swung open, and frantic at the prospect of being caught letting an animal go down on her, Wanda sobbed, "Shit!" and jumped up pushing the puzzled collie away, her bare feet searched for her shoes. Smoothing her shoulder-length blonde tresses as best she could with her hands, Wanda noticed with a wicked thrill that Jeff was licking his beet-red, erected penis as she shut him up in her living quarters and trudged dutifully to the registration desk.
A surly young man slouched with his left elbow resting on the counter top, which he was impatiently drumming with the grubby fingers of his right hand. His wife sat in the car, looking victorious but angry as she attempted to soothe a travel-weary infant.
"Yes sir?"
"How much for a room?"
"Ten dollars for two and the baby bed's extra. A dollar."
"Too much. That the best you can do?"
Wanda wanted to rent her final room and be done with it, so she could turn on the no-vacancy sign and get back to where she'd left off with the woman-pleasing collie. She said she would give him the baby bed free and he took the room without looking at it.
"Number twenty," she said, handing him the key. "I'll be right down with your crib."
The cribs were fold-up affairs with large rubber rollers. Wanda glided it down to number twenty and set it up. She thanked the appreciative wife and wished her a pleasant night's sleep instead of the begrudging cheapskate who would've driven on all night if he'd had his way. Then she backed out the door and broke into a trot toward the office.
Having to skirt the inappropriately parked car beside the pool, she paused and threw a suspicious glance toward number ten. The two men were still in there with Mr. Osgood. She could hear the three of them shouting about something. Heaving a sigh, she changed her course and started toward the unit. Maintaining relative quiet was one of her duties, and if Mr. Osgood couldn't keep his friends in line they would just have to leave. The tall Negro answered her knock.
"You're making too much noise in there," she said, looking up at him. He wore a goatee and a smirk. "You'll have to tone it down or leave the premises immediately. People are trying to sleep, you know. Paying guests."
"Yeah, sure, we'll be leaving in a couple of minutes," he huffed, and shut the door in her face.
Anger flared up in Wanda. If there was anything she couldn't stand, it was an uppity nigger. She started to knock again and order the visitors to clear out at once, but something held her back. She couldn't put her finger on it, but for some reason her intuition told her the disgruntled Negro was highly agitated and might very well be dangerous if she crossed him.
For a moment she stood there undecided as to what she should do. Then Mr. Osgood yelled, "HELP ME! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!"
All hell broke loose inside the unit and Wanda realized Mr. Osgood wasn't kidding. Terrified, she streaked to the office and phoned the police.
CHAPTER TWO
Wanda shut off the office lights soon as she put down the phone. She had no gun. The absentee owner had told her to give up the money not her life if ever the motel was robbed.
She drew the drapes and peeked out through them. The two men were coming out of unit ten. Lights were on in several of the other units. A man stuck his head out of nine but pulled it back in when the burly Mexican growled over his shoulder:
"Mind your own business and you won't get hurt!"
They were stalking toward the office, the Mexican and the tall, menacing-looking Negro. God, she wished she had a gun. Why were they coming to the office? To kill her? An icy chill made her shudder. She locked the door. She could identify them, at least the Negro, and if they had killed Mr. Osgood....
"Open up, lady, we want to talk to you!"
They were yanking at the door, knocking, ringing the night bell. One of them hurled a potted plant through the glass door and a dark hand reached in funbling for the lock.
Just then sirens sounded in the distance, and Wanda prayed, HURRY, HURR Y!
"The bitch called the cops!"
"She saw me! We got to get her!"
"Come on, man! There's no time! Let's move!"
Wanda was huddled behind the registration desk, her heart pounding wildly. She clutched a letter opener. It wasn't much of a weapon but it was the only thing handy.
The Negro cursed. His hand disappeared. Rapid footfalls pounded the pavement, growing fainter.
Wanda peered out through the drapes in time to see the Negro leap into their car and the Mexican into Mr. Osgood's. They sped away and she was able to breathe again.
A couple of moments later a police car with red dome flashing and siren dying lurched to a stop in front of the office. The officers climbed out with drawn pistols. Before they could reach the door, Wanda had it open and another police car, unmarked, zipped in and jerked to a stop behind the first.
"Number ten!" Wanda told them in a quavering voice. "The two men are gone, but Mister Osgood...."
The two uniformed officers were running toward ten, the plainclothesman right behind them with Wanda trotting after them on shaky legs.
Mr. Osgood was indeed dead. He'd been beaten unmercifully and strangled for good measure. His battered body lay crumpled on the floor, his mouth gaping open and his eyes bulging. Wanda felt like throwing up. The room and Mr. Osgood's luggage had been ripped apart. Everything was in shambles.
"I'm Detective Sergeant Kincaid," the plainclothesman told the curious crowd of half-dressed people bunched outside the open doorway of number ten. "There's been a murder in here. Please return to your rooms but don't go to bed. We'll be questioning each of you shortly."
The group buzzed with excited conversation for a moment, then dispersed as Kincaid had instructed.
Kincaid turned to Wanda. "Now, Ma'am, if you could give us a quick description of the men and their car?"
Wanda did so breathlessly, then ran to the office to get Mr. Osgood's registration card while the detective sergeant began radioing in the information she'd already given him. When she handed Mr. Osgood's card to him through the open door of his unmarked police car, he read off the make, year and license number of the murder victim's car and requested an all-units alert for the two suspects.
"Now, ma'am," Kincaid said getting out of his car. "Miss Douglas, is it?"
"Missus Douglas," she corrected, and then added impulsively, "but I'm divorced." She blushed, wondering why, with all the trouble and confusion, she'd wanted the detective to know her marital status. He was about forty, not especially good-looking, with crew-cut salt-and-pepper hair, but there was something about him that appealed to her instantly.
He grinned. "I'm a widower, myself," he volunteered, his hazel eyes losing their professional coldness as he met her gaze. Then he cleared his throat. "Why don't we go into the office? I'd like you to start at the first and tell me everything you can that might help us."
While Wanda recounted the story in detail, a lieutenant and some other policemen came. A couple of them entered the murder room to take pictures and dust for fingerprints before they would let the ambulance crew remove the body. Others went from unit to unit questioning the motel's guests.
The police were actually at the motel for little more than a half hour, though it seemed like an eternity to Wanda. Sergeant Kincaid tape-recorded her statement, and he had her repeat it several times, interjecting pertinent questions from time to time. Wanda was keenly aware of the man himself and the fact that she had on no panties. In her living quarters, the collie kept whining and barking and scratching on the connecting door. She was a bundle of nerves and, surprisingly, still very much hot and bothered. Mr. Osgood's death, gruesome as it was, focused her attention on her own mortality and made life sweeter and dearer than it'd ever seemed to her before.
With the killers at large, Wanda knew her own life was in danger but refused the protective custody Kincaid offered her as a material witness. "I have a job, Sergeant, as well as a daughter and my brother's son to look after. Much as I'd like to be locked up safe and snug, I just can't afford it."
"I understand, Missus Douglas," Kincaid said as he rose to leave. "I'd like to say we'll assign an officer to serve as your bodyguard, but we can't. Not enough men. What I can promise is that we'll be watching the motel and barging in on you if anything looks suspicious. And I'll set it up for you to call in every hour on the hour, except when you're sleeping, of course. Will you do that?"
"Yes."
"Good. It's a quarter past ten now. Call in at eleven and every hour thereafter. When you go to bed, let us know. Otherwise, five minutes or less past the hour you fail to call, policemen will be here."
"Thank you."
"Not at all. I'll send a police artist out to see you in the morning. Work with him until he draws a recognizable picture of that Negro."
"I will."
"Fine." He paused at the broken glass door. "Better get this fixed soon as you can."
"First thing in the morning."
He nodded. "We'll keep a close eye on the place tonight, don't worry. By the way, Missus Douglas, I may want to question you again. All right if I just drop by?"
Wanda smiled. "I'd like that. It'll make me feel safe and important. By all means, Sergeant, feel free to drop by ... any time you want to see me."
He returned her smile, allowed his gaze to sweep her appraisingly from head to'feet. "I'll be looking forward to it."
Blushing, she lowered her blue eyes demurely and murmured, "So will I."
The detective said good night and she heard him whistling as he climbed into his car and pulled down to number ten, where the lieutenant and the lab men were wrapping things up.
She shut off the office lights and peeked out through the drapes until Kincaid and the other policemen left a couple of moments later. Then, for all the good it would do, she locked the broken glass door and made her way through the semi-darkened office to quiet the lonesome, horny collie that was barking impatiently in her small living room.
CHAPTER THREE
The dog had a one-track mind. Soon as Wanda stepped into the room, he stuck his head under her dress and began poking at her hairy mound with his cold snout and licking eagerly at the succulent crack between her slightly parted legs. Even if she'd wanted to forget where they'd been interrupted, which she did not, Jeff wouldn't have let her.
At a time like this, it was crazy and she knew it, but she was nervous and worried and still more than a little worked up. If she didn't get to have that relaxing, relieving orgasm, Wanda feared she might not sleep a wink all night.
For a moment she stood there leaning against the door, her legs willingly parted, shivering with a new surge of carnal longing as the dog's tongue glided wet and hot over her anus and pulsating pussy. The way it scrubbed her boldly out-thrust clitoris made her weak in the knees. Her loins were feverish. She felt tight and tense all over.
Finally she heaved a sigh and pushed Jeff away. "All right, boy, I guess maybe I want you to finish licking me off as badly as you want to do it. Come on!"
She hurried into the bedroom she shared with her daughter, the panting collie hot on her heels, and kicked off her shoes before she climbed on the bed and lay down with her skirt and half slip bunched around her trim waist. Quickly she slipped a pillow under her to elevate her full, rounded butt, and flung the tapering columns of her shapely legs wide apart so the dog could get at her with that wonderful tongue of his.
"Now, Jeff," she urged, patting the bed. "Hurry! Hop up here and lick my pussy till I cream, or I'll go right out of my ever-lovin' mind!"
The shaggy collie sprang lithely onto the bed and stood between her legs. He lowered his head and began lapping at her tingling twat in a lust-inciting manner.
"Aaaah, aaaah!" she sighed again and again as she lay motionless with the pillow under her rump, licking her lips and quivering with the unnatural pleasure Jeff was giving her.
It was marvelous, the way his rough, hot tongue washed over and between the tremulous fluted folds of her swollen cunt lips, then dragged maddeningly over the nerve-laden head of her blood-glutted clitoris which throbbed hard as a tiny peter in the inverted V at the top of her hair-rimmed elliptical orifice. It felt even better when, at least once a second, the animal thrust his long taste organ deep into her soft pink slot and lapped avidly at the beads of clear secretions oozing through the velvety walls of her healthy vagina.
"OH, GOD ... LICK IT, LICK IT!" she moaned, as the pleasure mounted and her head began lolling rapturously from side to side, her lids blinking lazily over blue eyes that were rapidly taking on a glassy appearance.
But Jeff was through licking a moment later, and was attempting to mount her. Far as the collie was concerned, the preliminaries were over and it was time to get down to some serious screwing.
"OH MY GOD!" Wanda gasped, when she felt the hot, slick penis of the panting dog above her poking erratically at her steaming groin and brushing anxiously at the moistened, baby-soft flesh high up on the insides of her thighs. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DOO? JESUS, I DIDN'T EXPECT ANYTHING LIKE THIS!"
She pushed at him, trying to get him off her so she could close her legs and sit up.
"WOOF!" Jeff protested. "WOOF, WOOF!"
"NOW STOP IT!" she shrieked.
But the shaggy beast wouldn't stop. His instincts and training told him he'd earned the right to sink his prick into her womanly belly, and he meant to hump her as he would a bitch in heat until he slipped his aching nuts and spurted his seed inside her.
Apparently the dog meant her no harm but he wouldn't let her up, and Wanda didn't know what to do. Her cunt was on fire. The collie had her teetering on the brink of a climax. Wanda had to admit to herself that the idea of the big dog screwing her wasn't as alarming to her at the moment as it should've been. In fact, the longer she felt his superhot organ jabbing for entrance, the more it appealed to her.
The degrading word BESTIALITY flashed like a neon sign in her spinning brain while little by little the dog's continuing efforts to penetrate her elusively squirming privates wore down her resistance. Hour-long seconds passed before she gave in to her fit of rampaging passion, heaved a guttural moan of surrender and reached down to grasp the slender red cock and guide its pencil eraser head in through the secretion-and saliva-lubricated gates of her distended hairy hole.
"NAAAGGGHHH!" she cried out, her entire body shuddering with a fantastic obscene thrill as the big collie hunched her and sank his long, tapering phallus to the very hilt in her reluctantly submissive body.
Wanda sucked in her breath raggedly and flung her legs wide open. She lay there twitching and moaning as the shaggy animal started hammering his canine cock rapid-fire in and out of her human pussy.
"OHH, OHH!" she puled, when he'd been humping her less than a minute. Suddenly she grasped the bedspread beside her undulating hips, her body tensing as the first promising flutters of orgasmic unfolding rippled electric-like up her arched spine.
"AHHHH, GOD ... I'M CUMMING ... OHHHHHH ... CUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" she screeched, and fell back flinging her blonde head as a series of welcome tremors racked her lovely torso.
Jeff kept at her, hunching swiftly away, with Wanda's pleasured snatch spasming convulsively around his pistoning red spear, her head thrown back and outcries of sexual fulfillment pouring past her drawn-back lips, "GAAAHHHH ... OH, JESUS ... OOOUUU ... CUMMING ... OHHHH ... AAAHHHH!!!"
It was as good as any cum her ex-husband or, more recently, her ex-lover-the only two men she'd known carnally-had ever given her. Wanda wasn't kidding herself. She knew the intensity of her climax was due as much to the sordid thrill of taking on the horny collie as it was to the build-up of months-long tension which his animal prick had just released from her satisfied loins.
But she felt elated rather than guilty, and it simply delighted her that her bestial lover was still going strong and apparently was just , getting warmed up to give her the fucking of her life.
"YES, YES!" she bleated, bowing up and stuffing her daughter's pillow under her ass, too, making her juicy snatch easier for Jeff to screw. "GIVE IT TO ME LONG AND HARD! OOUUU! CHRIST, THAT'S GOOD! OHH, YOU STUD, YOU MAGNIFICENT DOG! OHHHH!!!"
The shaggy hair on his underbelly brushed softly against the creamy, perspiration-dampened skin of her nude abdomen as the collie's rear end arced with smooth rapidity to keep his long red dick pumping deep into her satiny sheath.
What his tapering organ lacked in girth was adequately made up for in length and the forceful motions of his vigorous thrusting. Wanda could feel the blunt point of his peter, which was considerably hotter than a man's, probing clear to the bottom of her vaginal well and bumping thrillingly against the hypersensitive neck of her pear-shaped uterus itself.
"UNN, UNN!" she grunted chantingly, as incessantly the glassy-eyed collie rammed it into her hilt-deep several times per second. She dearly loved it. Far as she was concerned, she was ready to lie there all night and let him sock it to her long as he could go. The perverted pleasure of his driving dong crowded everything else from her mind.
Jeff was a real pussy hound. He could last for more than an hour at a time, having two or three cums of his own with only brief pauses in between while he gave his mistress two or three dozen orgasms, so Wanda didn't realize what a thorough screwing she was in for.
In about five minutes she had another climax, the intensity of which dwarfed her first toe-curler, and the panting collie kept right on humping blissfully away.
"OHHH, OHHHHH!" she cried in the final throes of her second fit of rapturous climactic relief. "ALL NIGHT! FUCK ME, FUCKMEEE!!!"
Wanda was well on her way to a third paroxysm when she looked up and saw her brother's son staring aghast at his aunt copulating with a strange dog. Larry had a key to the kitchen door and had let himself in that way without her hearing him.
"OH MY GOD! LARRY!" she yelped, but she was too far gone and the collie was about to cum with her this time and neither of them could stop.
The sixteen-year-old boy was shocked but fascinated. He approached the bed timidly, his disbelieving gaze riveted to the lewd sight of the animal's fiery-red prick jabbing rapidly in and out of his beautiful aunt's sopping-wet blonde cunt.
"Jesus, Aunt Wanda! Jesus," he mumbled.
"OHH ... AAAAH ... DON'T LOOK! GET OUT OF HERE! UNN, UNN," she gasped, throwing it up to the wildly humping dog as she experienced the added sensation of having his walnut-sized lump of canine semen begin sliding up his dick and thrilling her to the core of her being when it started popping squishingly in and out of the inflamed folds of her fat, slick pussy lips. "OHHHHH ... OH, GOD, GODDD!!!"
Generally an obedient lad, Larry was now ready to rebel. He didn't give a damn what she said, he wasn't leaving. His pecker was hard as a rock. Never had he seen anything that excited him the way this did. He recalled how she'd acted the last time they'd wrestled, and how he'd wanted to put his dick in her then. Seeing her with the big shaggy collie made him want her ten times worse.
"Jesus!" Larry kept muttering as he stood at the foot of the bed looking on in stunned enthrallment. It was incredulous to him that his properly behaving aunt would do such a dirty, perverted thing as this.
She's so hot she can't turn it off! he was thinking. Damn it, I'm gonna screw her, too! I've got to ... just got to!
The heated lump of cum was slipping swiftly up the glistening shaft of the dog's bone-hard penis. It was well into Wanda now. She could feel it stroking the velvety wet walls of her tunnel. It created a seal and caused a partial vacuum in the deep end of her fluttering vagina which tugged maddeningly at her tender, orgasm-primed womb.
"OHHHH, OHHHHHH ... OH, JESUS GOD!" she puled. It was getting so godawful good to her that she didn't much care if her nephew was looking on.
I ought to be ashamed of myself! she moaned inwardly, but it was a fleeting thought, for her febrile cunt not her mind ruled her now. She was lost to lust, about to cum, and she thought, Lord help me, hut it's exciting me all the more to have Larry see me this way! I mustn't let him know! He's going to want to lay me, as it is, and I don't dare let him! It would be INCEST ... and if we do it once, I know neither of us will be able to stop it after that!
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" she chanted, her blonde tresses fanning out in a sunburst around her ecstatically lolling head.
It was almost to the end of his thrusting dong now, that hot, hard lump of pressurized dog sperm, and the feel of it bumping the ultra-sensitive mouth of her quivering womb was giving Wanda fits. It was excruciatingly good to have his animal prick pistoning like made in the sucking wet cylinder of her palpitating pussy. A second later when the collie rammed in all the way and let out a yelp, his cock jerking like crazy inside her and his whole body shivering, Wanda threw back her head and screamed:
" 'AAAAHHHH-GGGAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The very end of the collie's fully planted prong was no bigger than the tip of Wanda's little finger. Somehow it had found and partly penetrated the tiny hypersensitive mouth of her spastically twitching womb. It felt so good she thought she would swoon.
A split second later a torrential stream of superhot dog cum erupted with geyser-like force and spurted all thick and gluey right into the hidden recesses of her human womb. Wanda's eyes rolled up till only the whites could be seen. Her body shivered and shook. Her mouth worked soundlessly before she found her voice and screeched, "AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!"
There was only that one mighty surge of spewing canine sperm, but it was more than enough to trigger her release mechanism and plunge her into a spine-tingling climax of her own. Her cum-filled uterus pumped rhythmically like a beating heart, while her puckered anus began winking with the same cadence of her convulsively clasping vagina.
"OH, GAWD!" she groaned, her toes curling down to hug the balls of her feet. "CUUMMING ... OH, GODDAMN ... AM I ... EVER ... CUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!"
The glassy-eyed collie whined and whimpered, drooling saliva on her blouse as his throbbing dick jerked erratically around in the depths of her heaving, sweat-drenched belly.
"AAAAH ... AAAAHHHH ... GAAAHHHH!!!" Wanda squealed, her features contorting into a mask of carnal rapture and her blonde head snapping from side to side, strands of honey-blonde hair whipping the mattress and falling across her face.
The sexually naive Larry stood spellbound at the foot of the bed, his excited dark-brown eyes bugging out in awe-stricken wonder. He knew sex was supposed to be real good, but if it only felt as good as it seemed to appear, he knew he had to get him some.
"OHH, OHHHHH!!!" Wanda groaned, and then fell back limply, sobbing brokenly as her widespread legs quivered and her torso shuddered uncontrollably.
While Wanda was still in the final throes of her mind-numbing orgasm, the collie withdrew his deflating penis and started lapping up the mixture of human and canine sexual secretions oozing from her fluttering, puffy-lipped blonde snatch.
"Oh, God. Noooo!" she whined, pushing at his head. The inflamed petals of her sex were much too tender for further stimulation. "Larry, make him quit! Please get him off me!"
Since Larry wanted to replace the dog himself, he was only too glad to come to his pretty aunt's aid. He grasped Jeff's collar and pulled him off the bed. Then he unzipped his fly and tugged out his rampant erection and climbed onto the bed, trying to mount Wanda.
"No, Larry!" she protested, scooting up to a sitting position and fending him off with her arms.
"I want to ball you, Aunt Wanda!" he panted, stroking his handsome organ with one hand and attempting to feel her sopping cunt with the other.
"I know you want to! But I can't let you! My God, Larry, I'm your aunt! It would be incest!"-
"I don't care! You let the dog, goddamn it! Let me!"
"Oh, shit!" Wanda hissed as she glanced at the clock. It was one minute to eleven. "I've got to get to the phone. Let me go, Larry! It's important!"
Grudgingly he backed off, and Wanda jumped up making a beeline for the phone in the office.
CHAPTER FOUR
The switchboard operator at police headquarters was expecting her call. "Right on the button, Missus Douglas," the female voice commented. "Is everything all right out there?"
"Yes, thank you," Wanda replied, fighting to catch her breath. The collie had followed her into the office. She was having to sidestep and slap at his head to keep him from sticking it up under her rumpled skirt. "Did they catch those two killers yet?"
"I'm sorry, no. The suspects are still at large. Will you be calling in at midnight, Missus Douglas?"
"No, I'm going to bed now."
"Very well. When shall we expect your next call?"
"Ah ... better make it eight a.m...."
"I'll make a note of that for the next operator. I go off duty at seven. Thank you, Missus Douglas. Good night."
"Thank you, is more like it. Good night." Wanda hung up the phone. She had to slap Jeff hard to show him it was over and that she meant for him to leave her alone. The shaggy collie flopped down on the floor and started licking his rapidly disappearing penis. Barefoot, Wanda padded cautiously to the door, squatted and began picking up pieces of broken glass. Before she'd finished, Jeff's worried mistress came storming into the office and Wanda turned the dog over to her without bothering to mention anything that had happened during the woman's absence.
She didn't want to think about the murder, much less talk about it. Of course she would have to tell Deena and Larry. But not tonight. Deena was sleeping over at her girl friend's house, and Larry was in there with a hard-on wanting to put it in her. Wanda seriously considered sleeping on the couch in the office. She dreaded facing her nephew after what he'd seen.
Nervously she paced about, being careful to avoid the area just inside the door, where there were hundreds of small slivers of glass hidden in the carpet. She would have to make sure the maid did a good jobof vacuuming it up when she came in at ten in the morning.
A police cruiser eased into the drive and stopped, spotlight sweeping the office before the officer saw Wanda inside. The spot died abruptly. She waved. The policemen waved and nodded, then drove slowly through the motel before they exited onto the street again at the far end. It made Wanda feel considerably better to know they were watching the place closely.
What am I going to do about Larry? she asked herself, chewing her lower lip as she began pacing restlessly again. It's over and done with. Maybe he won't mention it. God, I hope not. How can I explain doing such a damn fool thing to an innocent young boy like him? I suppose he thinks I'm a dirty old woman, and I guess maybe I am. But, cripes, I never meant for it to go that far!
Saying a silent prayer that her nephew wouldn't bring up the sordid interlude he'd witnessed now that he'd had time to cool off some, she set her jaw, readied herself to refuse any advances he might make and went back into their living quarters to face up to him, although she would rather have taken a whipping. Whatever the outcome, she was sure she'd lost his respect, and this Wanda sincerely regretted. She loved that boy as if he were her own son rather than her brother's.
Larry stood unsurely in the doorway to Wanda's bedroom. His pants were properly zipped up, but he had his hands in his pockets. She suspected he was hiding his erection this way. Because of embarrassment and guilt, she hoped, since that would make it easier for her to handle him.
"What kept you so long?"
"I was thinking."
"Me, too. Jesus, Aunt Wanda, was it as good as it sounded?"
"Since I don't know how it sounded, I'm sure I couldn't say. Larry, I want you to forget about that, do you hear me?"
"I can't."
"You must! We've got to go on as if it never happened."
He tried to smile but it didn't come off.
"Go on, say it. Tell me I'm a nasty slut. I know you're thinking it."
He shook his head. "I don't think that, Aunt Wanda. Heck, I don't blame you, you being divorced and all. I kind of wish I'd got home sooner, so I could've seen more."
"Larry, please don't talk that way," she said. His acceptance of the lewd thing she'd done made her feel bad about it now that her passion had died. And his wish to have seen more of what she allowed the collie to do to her gave her a funny, melting sensation in the pit of her stomach. "Let me past. I've got to have a shower. Go make your bed and hop into it. I want you to promise me you'll forget the shameful thing you saw."
"I don't think I can forget," he said, shuffling past her with his hands in his pockets. "It turned me on." he called over his shoulder.
Wanda couldn't think of an appropriate reply so she made none. The less said about it the better, was her thinking. She padded into the bedroom, got her nightgown and robe and went into the John to have a douche and a shower.
Instead of letting down the sofa and making up his bed, Larry decided he could lose nothing by trying and stood to gain at least his first piece of ass if he succeeded. Deena wouldn't be home all night. This was likely to be the best, and possibly the only chance he would get. He had to try. His nuts ached, he wanted her so bad. In his mind's eye, he could still see that big collie dog fucking into the wet softness of her pretty blonde pussy.
Furtively he made his way to the John, eased down on one knee and brought his eye to the tiny crack in the door. Her filled douche bag hung on the wall. She was naked as a jaybird, settling down onto the crapper. Her legs came open and the sixteen-year-old stared in fascination as his gorgeous aunt inserted the long black nozzle up into her pouting pink slit. She released the hose clamp and the douche bag began deflating.
When the bag hung lax and empty, she pulled out the nozzle and it sounded like a cow pissing in a pond as she let the water come rushing out, along with a stream of piss, he suspected from the relieved expression on her pretty face.
She flushed the toilet, got up and started putting her feminine hygiene kit away. Her lovely globular ass was toward the boy and he felt like kissing it. It was the first time he'd ever seen his aunt completely naked, and he thought she must be the most beautiful woman in the whole world.
Gingerly she stepped into the tub and drew the shower curtain, shutting off his stolen view of her womanly charms. He waited until she turned on the water. Then he got up and tiptoed back into the living room, where he quickly shed his clothes and turned off the light.
His pulsing prick preceding him, Larry walked naked into his aunt's bedroom. He drew back the cover, switched off the lamp and climbed in bed to wait for her. Perhaps she would kick him out; then again, she just might not. He could threaten to tell Deena about the dog, couldn't he? If that didn't make her come around for him, nothing would. Of course I wouldn't ever really tell Deena, but Aunt Wanda won't know that when I proposition her, will she? he chuckled inwardly. Heck, all she can do is say yes or no, and it's sure worth a try! Oh boy, I hope she lets me, I bet she really knows all about it. Yeow, it'd be great if she'd let me ball her all the time!
Wanda didn't recall having turned off the lamp, but her bedroom was dark so she supposed she must've. Since she was ready to hop in bed while she felt lazy and relaxed by her steaming shower, she didn't bother with a light but shut the door and picked her way across the room by the dim illumination filtering in through the slitted Venetian blinds at the window. She closed the blinds completely and the room was nearly pitch-dark.
She shrugged out of her robe and tossed it across the foot of the bed, then lifted her arms and yawned as she stretched luxuriously, the hem of her sheer nylon shortie nightgown drawing up until she could feel the gentle air currents playing through the blonde curls of her pubic thatch.
The boy held his breath. He could see her silhouette standing beside the bed. The sweet, clean smell of her drifted to him. He detected the faint fragrance of the scented dusting powder she used all over her womanly body and the odor made his aching rod twitch longingly. He was afraid to move or speak. His throat felt dry and his heart was beating so loudly he wondered if she could hear it. He wanted her desperately but hoped she would say no. He wished he hadn't stripped and got in her bed.
I must be nuts! he thought in panic. Jesus, if she says yes I'll look like a fool! I don't know how!
Wanda drew back the cover and slid into bed. Her body contacted his. She froze. Then she leaped out of bed and screamed as she grabbed for the lamp, knocking it off the bedside table instead of turning it on, as she meant to do.
"It's me, Aunt Wanda! Larry!" he croaked.
"Oh, God," she groaned, and sat down on the side of the bed. She was shaking like a leaf as she buried her face in her hands and sobbed, "You scared me half to death!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"What are you doing in here? In my bed!" she demanded.
Larry gulped. He'd made a mess of it. But now that he'd started he figured he might as well go on, so he blurted, "If you don't I-let me ba-ball you I'm gonna t-tell Deena about the dog!" After he'd said it he could hardly get his breath. He lay there shivering, wanting her to say yes but half-hoping she would say no.
There was a full two minutes of strained silence. Each could hear the other breathing. Wanda could feel the bed vibrating beneath her buttocks. She heard her nephew's teeth chattering and realized he was shaking with frightened anticipation. She knew she should be furious with him for attempting to blackmail her, but she wasn't, because if she hadn't been screwing the collie when he got home he would have nothing to blackmail her with. It was her fault that he was so worked up, and she knew it full well.
"This isn't like you, Larry."
He said nothing.
She picked up the lamp, set it on the table and switched it on. When she saw his tortured expression, her loving heart went out to the boy. "You must want to very badly."
He nodded tightly. His peter stood up like a tent pole beneath the cover. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and upper lip. The way his body was shaking, it looked like he was having a chill.
Something inside Wanda turned fluid and warm. Suddenly the thought of incest became desirable rather than repugnant. She couldn't deny that she'd wanted him when they were wrestling. He was a good-looking, muscular youth, but he was her brother's son and she couldn't bring herself to let him lay her. "Would you really tell Deena?"
He whimpered, licked his parched lips nervously and shook his head no.
"I didn't think so. You're too nice a boy."
He started to get up.
"No, wait," she said, and sat down beside him. "I feel bad about this. It's my fault you're so uptight, so I suppose I ought to do what I can to relieve you."
Larry awaited her next words anxiously.
Slowly she drew back the cover and revealed his upward-angled erection. It was a handsome organ, about the size and shape of her ex-husband's which had never failed to pleasure her when it was working inside her. Her hand trembled almost imperceptibley as her slender fingers encircled the hard shaft of her nephew's fat dick.
The lad whimpered with pleasure at the feel of his aunt's warm, soft hand enclosing his stem.
"Now, Larry," she said, her grip becoming firmer as her hand started stroking leisurely up and down, "I can't let you ball me because we're blood relatives and that would be a terrible sin. I shouldn't even be doing this, but I know you need relief and I'll give it to you with my hand if that will satisfy you. Will it? If I give you a cum this way, will you go on to your bed and forget about wanting to do it to me?"
"Yeah."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" he gasped. He hadn't really expected this much, and her hand felt so soft, so good. He'd been fighting against the urge to do this to himself, because he didn't want to go insane like his mother had said when she caught him the first time he ever tried it. But it wouldn't make him insane if his Aunt Wanda did it for him, would it? He hoped not, but right now he didn't much care. Even if he did go a little nutty, he wanted her to keep it up. One time can't hurt too much! was his thinking.
Wanda sat cross-legged beside his hips, leaning over him. Her blue eyes were riveted to the reappearing rosy-red knob of his swollen glans penis as her lazily pumping hand popped his foreskin hood on and off it.
"Do you ever do this to yourself?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Don't want ... to ... aaah ... get started. If you do it too much, you might go insane."
"Oh, Larry, no, you won't, darling. Believe me, that's just an old wive's tale and it isn't true."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Haven't you ever jacked off? Not at all?"
"Not all the ... oh, Aunt Wanda, that feels good ... not all the way, I ... ohh ... haven't!"
Wanda smiled to herself. His total innocence made her handsome nephew all the more appealing to her. She was slipping into a dangerous mood of carefree wantonness and knew it, but Larry needed help and she intended to give it to him. Lovingly she stroked his beautiful prick a half-dozen or so more times, then she forced her hand to give it up and sat up straight.
"It's no wonder you're suffering so, then. My goodness, you're a healthy boy and you need some kind of relief every now and then. Everyone does. Masturbation won't hurt you. It's good for you at times like this. Now, I want you to take your penis in your hand and stroke it the way I've been doing. Go on, it's all right."
Unsurely the kid took hold of his rod and began awkwardly and embarrassedly running his hand up and down it.
"That's the way," Wanda breathed, squirming in sensual discomfort as the erotic sight before her caused her own desire to rekindle and flicker into flames which licked incitingly inside her loins. "Keep it up! Faster! Do it faster!"
It gave her an illicit thrill to see him handling his erected organ. She couldn't sit still. She tightened her internal muscles in an attempt to quell the passion welling up inside her, but her pussy was getting juicy and starting to tingle and itch something fierce. Wanda was fast losing control of herself and couldn't seem to care. Seeing him jack off turned her insides to hot jelly.
"Oh, Larry, does it feel good, honey?" she crooned, and when he grunted that it did, she husked, "Then beat it! Harder, baby! Jack off for Aunt Wanda! Damn, I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm getting so excited! Jack off! Jack off hard and fast! Make it cum! I want to see it squirt out of your lovely dick!"
Larry's hand flew up and down for a couple of seconds. Then he groaned and slapped both palms down beside his hips. "You do it, Aunt Wanda! I like your hand better!"
"Yes, yes, you darling boy, I'll finish it for you!" she cried, her blue eyes gleaming lewdly. "Open your legs for me!"
The lad spread his legs and Wanda knelt between them. She bent over him, bringing her face so close to his crotch that she could inhale his heady sexual aroma as she grabbed his pulsing pecker with both hands and squeezed it in adoration.
"AAAAH!" Larry sighed, his hips lifting reflexively.
The bluntly rounded tip of his bared dickhead brushed her lips, smearing a coating of his clear precoital fluid over the upper one. Instinctively Wanda's tongue darted out and licked his musky-tasting stuff from her oral petal. The flavor of it thrilled her. To Wanda's surprise, his pecker juice tasted delicious.
Though she'd refused to go down on her lover and her ex-husband, Wanda was dumbfounded by the sudden overpowering urge to take her nephew's stiff dick in her mouth.
"OH, LARRY, LARRY!" she moaned, slipping one hand lower to fondle his body-hugging testicles as she gripped the base of his meat with the other one and drew up on it, forcing a large, shimmering drop of colorless liquid out the pouting eye at the end of his enlarged crown.
It was irresistible. She extended her tongue and scooped up the jiggling drop of viscous seminal fluid.
"MMM!" she sighed, when the nectarous substance spread over her tongue and penetrated its surface to set her taste buds to tingling.
"Sweet dick! So hot and hard and pretty!" she cooed, and with that she opened her mouth and engulfed his purplish knob.
Her puffy oral petals locked themselves securely around the top of his shaft and she sucked down hungrily on its salty-tasting head. This was her first taste of cock and she loved it. What she was doing was perverted and nasty, and the boy was her own dear nephew, but that only excited her all the more.
I must be losing my mind! she thought as she ran her wet tongue exploringly round and around the sleek surface of his hot, blood-filled bulb. Christ, I don't care! Not now! It's INCEST! But I've got to suck him off! Oh, he's so sweet! SO DAMN SWEET!
Cupping his balls in her palm, she caressed them gently as she began bobbing her head at his loins.
"AUNT WANDA!" the shocked but delighted lad whined. "OHHH ... OH. AUNT WANDA ... AAAHH ... THAT'S WAY AND AGAIN ... BETTER THAN ... YOUR HAND! OHHHHH ... SUCK IT! JESUS, JESUS!"
This was as new to Wanda as it was to Larry, but she knew he couldn't possibly be enjoying it any more than she was. She couldn't recall ever having been more excited than she was now. It gave her a purely lascivious thrill to have his throbbing hard cock in her mouth. She labored joyously, darting her tongue to his soft-sacked balls and then up again in frazzled adoration for his joy stick. Larry lurched and gasped with every ministration his aunt lustfully employed, grabbing her head and tugging her hair in mindless rapture.
Her blonde head rose and fell with measured rapidity as she ravenously sucked the top four inches of his tangy dong, her tongue whipping enticingly at its taut-skinned head each time she had only that delicious portion of his youthful anatomy in her suctioning oral cavern.
Time stood still for Wanda. She felt lightheaded and dizzy from the heady pleasure of her obscene actions.
COCKSUCKER! DIRTY COCKSUCKER! her conscience railed stridently, but it gave her a tremendous thrill to know she was defying the laws of God and society, committing incest and plunging headlong into oral/genital perversion at one and the same time.
Now that her thin veneer of propriety was stripped away, she longed to possess her beloved nephew completely. There was no turning back. She could hardly wait until he jetted the pure semen from his untainted balls into her greedy mouth, and yet she hoped he wouldn't cum for a long, long time.
God help me! she thought dimly. But I'll suck his yummy dick for hours if he'll let me! And I actually want him to cum in my mouth! Cripes, I want to taste it so bad! What's wrong with me?!
His aunt's hot, wet mouth was too good. Larry couldn't stand it a second longer. He felt the same way he always did when he was having a wet dream. He hadn't had one for more than a month. His nuts were swollen with the rusty load they'd been building up. He was afraid he was having a dream now, that he would wake up panting and sweating before he could go off. God, he hated it when he woke up too soon!
But if it was a dream it was the most realistic one so far. Slurp, slurp, slurp, came the sounds of her sucking drifting up to his ringing ears, along with the muffled sighing and moaning noises which escaped her nostrils.
"AHHHH!" he groaned, his stalk twitching out of control. "UNG, UNG, UNG!" he grunted as his bloated testicles gave up their burdensome load and his ballooning cockhead sprayed it jettingly into the vacuum-like chamber of his aunt's willingly receptive mouth.
"OHH, YESSS! SQUIRT IT, SQUIRT ITT!!!" Wanda screamed inwardly as with joyous abandon she felt the first stream of his love juice splatter against her soft palate and trickle down all thick and hot over her pink tonsils.
Squirt it he did, in streaming white torrents which flooded her mouth and floated her tongue. The blast of rich flavor thrilled her enormously. His cum tasted acrid, pungent, simply scrumptious! She swished her appreciative tongue vulgarly through the roiling mass of his creamy ejaculate, wanting to hold it in her mouth and savor it.
This was the very thing she'd dreaded enough to refuse her husband and lover the use of her oral cavern, and it truly amazed her that she loved it so now that Larry was shooting off in her mouth. But she did, and the juicy young boy was really giving her a mouthful of his precious sperm.
It was either swallow or choke, so she gulped down the first portion of her creamy reward and sucked voraciously to drain the rest of his seminal fluids from the rhythmically expanding and contracting head of his cum-spurting pecker.
"AAAAH ... OOOOHH ... UNG, UNGGGHHH ... AAAHHHHH!!!" Wanda could hear her orgasmically shuddering nephew moaning and sighing, and his pleasured outcries only heightened her lewd appreciation of this lurid moment.
Gluttonously she drank the copious flow from his innocent young balls and shivered with delight as she realized that she-his father's sister-was robbing him of his priceless purity. This was something no other girl or woman would ever be able to do. The thrill of it was comparable to a grown man busting a tender young girl's cherry, and now that it was happening Wanda wouldn't have missed it for the world.
His cum was sweet and pure, nectar fit for a goddess. Wanda feared she would never be able to get enough of it. She was discovering the mind-blowing joys of fellatio, and knew in her heart that she would gladly suck Larry off any time he wanted her to after this. To hell with that incest crap! was her new attitude.
Eagerly she took all the semen he had to give her,, feeling the warm glow in her stomach grow warmer with each jet of hot load she ingested.
When his prick quit pumping it to her, she held it in her mouth and laved the deflating head contentedly until it turned spongy and soft. Then she sucked down harshly and stripped his spent dong of the final sluggish drops. Only then did she allow his limber penis to slip from between her puffy oral petals and flop down shriveled and shiny-wet with her saliva on his relaxing testicles.
"I didn't mean to do that, Larry," she said sheepishly. "I never even did that for your uncle. But I'm glad I went down on you."
"Me, too," the dreamy-faced lad sighed.
"You don't think I'm awful?"
"Awful nice," he panted. "Jesus, Aunt Wanda, that was great! Really outtasight!"
Blowing him had affected Wanda in a strange and wonderful way. She felt relaxed and loving, not a bit guilty. Perhaps she would be sorry later, but right now she was hot and bothered and tomorrow could just be damned. She felt hellaciously sensual and couldn't care less about right and wrong. If her nephew still wanted to screw her, she was going to let him because she sure as hell wanted him to now.
"Oh, you precious boy," she cooed. "Do you still want to ball your shameless aunt?"
"Yeah, but...." He glanced down at his useless penis and Wanda thought he was going to cry. He shrugged hopelessly. "But I can't! It's gone, damn it!"
"Your erection?" She laughed tinklingly. "Don't you worry about that. You're a strong, healthy young man, and I know a few tricks that'll bring your Mister Goodbar back to life. I know we shouldn't do it but you've got me wanting to now, too. How about it, honey, do you want Aunt Wanda to make it nice and hard for you again? So you can put it in her pussy and fuck her?"
"Heck, yeah!"
It thrilled the boy to hear his lovely aunt talking dirty, and it excited Wanda to be saying such vulgar things to her brother's only son. She could see his penis trying to lift again already, and she wondered if she might be able to talk it up to a full erection without touching him in any way.
"Pretty dick," she murmured throatily. "That's the way, rise up for me. You're a snake and I'm going to charm you with my voice. Up, up! That's the boy. Higher, harder! Get big and fat I'll give you some pussy. That's what you want, isn't it? To get into my hot, wet cunt? Pussy wants you, too, but you'll have to grow some more for her. Pussy likes her cock hot and hard. Come on, you can do it. You're halfway there already, you lovely young prick. Grow some more for pussy. She wants you hard as a rock when she sucks you into her and lets you spit out your sweet fuck juice way down deep in pussy's silky hot tunnel. A good stiff dick and a hot wet snatch, that's what it takes to make a really good fuck! Oh, I want to fuck so bad! Larry, Aunt Wanda wants you to get between her legs and stick your gorgeous hunk of meat into her slimy hot hole! You're ready now, aren't you, darling? God, it's like a bone again already! You're so strong, so virile, and so damned handsome I could just eat you up! You're wild for me, aren't you? You want to climb on me and cram that lovely fuckstick up into my belly as badly as I want you to do it, don't you, baby?"
"Yeah!" he panted. "Oh, Jesus, I doo!"
"Say it, Nephew! Tell me dirty! Let me hear you say you want to screw me!"
"Hell, yes, Aunt Wanda!" he rasped. "I want to screw you, Aunt Wanda! I want to put my cock in you and fuck you!"
"Ohhh, you adorable boy!" she squealed. "Yes, yes! Take my nightie off me! Make me naked! I want to be naked like you!"
Larry sat up and she lifted her arms so he could tug her wispy nylon nightgown up her body and over her head. She told him to throw it on the floor as she shook her head a couple of times and let her disheveled blonde curls settle softly about her white shoulders as they would. The coral tips of her large, high-standing breasts were crinkled and hardened with desire. She saw him gaping at her breastwork and guided his hands to them with her slender fingers about his wrists.
"Touch 'em! My tits! You like my big boobs, don't you, Larry? I know you do; I've seen you looking at them! Handle 'em! Be rough with them if you want to. I don't care! I like to have them squeezed and kneaded! I like to have my nipples sucked, too, baby! Want to suck 'em for me? Wanna get some tittie from Aunt Wanda? Larry, I'm going to lie down now. You can do anything to me you want. Do you understand? Whatever you feel like doing, that's what I want you to do. We've got all night, so take your time. I'll let you see everything, and you can touch me or kiss me wherever you feel like you want to!"
His comely aunt had just given him a free ticket to paradise, and Larry intended to use it. He couldn't believe this was actually happening, or that his properly behaving aunt could've been all along such an incredibly sexy woman as he now knew her to be. Wow, it's just too good to be true! he was thinking.
Wanda lay down with her hands beneath her head and spread her legs slightly. She smiled up at her nephew. He was wild for her. The expression on his youthfully handsome face said he wanted to do everything to her, but he didn't know where to start and she was disinclined to instruct him. His very innocence and lack of sexual knowledge appealed to her greatly. She wanted him to explore her all over, and the more he fumbled and faltered, the more she would love it. At the proper time she would instruct and guide him through the act of sexual intercourse, but not now. It was divine to lie there with him looking at her as if he wanted to devour her, touching her as if he feared she might break.
His aunt's beauty held the boy entranced. Her fair skin felt warm and creamy soft to the touch. He was shaking again with the excitement of the licentious things they were doing. He started running his hands over her curvaceous body.
Wanda shivered at the feel of his trembling hands and fingers lightly roaming her torso and thighs. "That's it, darling," she cooed, opening her legs a bit more. "Stroke Aunt Wanda. Caress her body. Feel her juicy hot cunt if you want to."
The gentle purr of her voice made him feel fluid on the inside, dizzy with desire. There was a sensation of unrealness about this. It was the stuff his best dreams were made of. He whimpered as he slipped his hand between her legs and awkwardly probed at the reddish, fat, wet petals of her pouting blonde pussy. Since the last time they'd wrestled, he'd dreamed of doing this to his aunt, both when he was asleep and awake. Now she was letting him and it was just marvelous. The hairy hole between her legs felt hot and slick. He inserted a finger into her silky softness and heard her sigh as she sort of shivered and squirmed, making her twat swallow his finger whole. He gulped audibly as he began waggling his finger around inside her, stirring the warm paste of her passion-evoked vaginal secretions.
"I want to kiss you, Aunt Wanda!" he squeaked.
"Then do it!" she urged, moistening her parched lips in anticipation of his sweet boyish kiss.
But Larry surprised her. It wasn't her mouth he was interested in just now. He lay down between her legs and kissed her, all right, dead center of her crotch.
"Ohh, Larry ... Larry, yesss!" she squealed with delight as she felt his eager lips press urgently to the fluted folds of her blood-engorged sex flower.
"Aunt Wanda!" he croaked excitedly, and licked her, his tongue wedging between her inflamed cunt lips and slithering swiftly up through her slippery slot.
"Ooouuuu!" she sighed, writhing when the roughened upper surface of his tongue dragged jerkily over the nerve-rich head of her throbbingly erected clitoris. "Do I taste good? Do you like Aunt Wanda's pussy?"
"Good!" he husked, and licked her again. "I love it! Your pretty pussy!"
A salacious thrill crackled like static electricity up her spine. She clasped his head and rubbed her crotch in his face. "Then eat it, you darling! Jesus, Larry, I didn't think you'd want to do anything like this! But I love it! Don't stop! Oh shit, what a lover you're going to be! A natural, that's what you-ooouuuu ... ARE!"
Wanda supposed she should feel guilty for what she was doing, especially now that she was leading her nephew into perverted sex, but she didn't. It was his idea to love her snatch with his hungry young mouth, and having his head between her legs was a sheer delight. Larry was a fast learner, and the fervent zeal with which he lapped and sucked her dribbling split more than made up for his lack of experience at muff diving. She thrashed about moaning and sighing, feeding him cunt, and both aunt and nephew were thoroughly enjoying the sordid act.
"Larry, come up now!" she urged, when the impassioned lad had been feasting on her succulent gash for perhaps three glorious minutes. "Kiss me on the lips! No, no, don't wipe your mouth! Leave it nice and juicy so I can taste myself!"
He hurried atop her. His prick felt like a hot steel bar against her slightly rounded lower abdomen.
"You've got such a hard-on!" she sighed, burying her fingers in his neatly trimmed black hair. "Kiss me, you sweet boy!"
Their lips met, his closed and hers parted. Wanda mashed her soft oral petals to his pussy-wetted lips and insinuated the tip of her tongue between them. Though he'd never done it, Larry knew about French kissing. When he realized this was how his aunt wanted to be kissed, he opened his mouth and licked back at her dainty pink tongue as she fed it to him bit by thrilling bit.
She locked her legs over his and stroked his head and back and firm, muscular buttocks as she licked hotly around in the moist recesses of his suctioning oral chamber. The taste and smell of her box hung in his mouth and on his breath. It gave Wanda a terrific thrill to savor the distinctive flavor of her snatch second hand via the warm, wet mouth of her horny young nephew. This struck her as being incredibly erotic and it heightened her mood of licentious wantonness. "Oh, honey, I'm so hot!"
"Me, too!" he grunted, as she hugged the breath out of him.
"Will this be your first time? Tell me! Is Aunt Wanda giving her brother's little boy his very first piece of ass?"
He gulped and nodded, as if he was ashamed of not having done it before.
"Oh, precious!" she cried, reaching down between them and taking hold of his rampant erection. She skinned it back and fitted the bluntly rounded tip of his bared dickhead into the well-lubricated elliptical orifice between her parted legs. "Go on, sugar! Put your hard cock in Aunt Wanda's wet cunt!"
Larry could feel the limp blonde hair surrounding her crack brushing against his sensitive glans as, slowly and unsurely, he let himself down onto her. Her swollen outer lips swallowed his knob effortlessly, but her crimson inner labia were tighter and smaller. He could feel them stretching around his knob as he sank it into her little by little.
"Oh, Larry! Ooooh!" she crooned, when she felt his sleek bulb slide through her cuntal vestibule and pop snugly in through her smaller labia to begin its instinctive and satisfying journey up the fluttering tube of her slick, velvety tunnel. She released his invading rod and grabbed him by the buns, tugging at his backside to help him penetrate her to the hilt.
"AAAAH! OH, THAT'S GOOD!" she sighed, when she felt his pubic mound compressing her spongy mons veneris and his warm, dangling testicles snuggling intimately into the milk-white valley of her quivering asscheeks. "Do you like it, Nephew? Does Aunt Wanda's pussy feel good to you?"
"Heck, yeah!" he moaned.
"Then fuck it, sweetheart! Just push in and out of me, that's all there is to it!"
Of course there was a bit more to it than that, but they had all the time they needed and Wanda was more than willing to teach her young nephew the pleasures of the flesh one thrilling step at a time.
Awkwardly the boy started stroking his member to her, backing it nearly all the way out and then thrusting it home again into the moist heat of her wonderful silky sheath.
"Aaaah ... aahhh ... ooooh!" she puled, mostly just lying there and leaving him on his own as she savored the indescribable delight of having her brother's handsome son fucking into her. "You got a nice fat dick, Larry! Aunt Wanda just loves it!"
"Sweet dick ... fat and hard!" she sighed, caressing his rising and descending rump as she drew up her legs, bending them at the knees, and pressed the soles of her feet down against the mattress. She began moving with him, hunching her pleasured pussy up to meet his steadily thrusting prick. "Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, Larry darling, don't you just love it?"
"Damn right!" he rasped, sweat popping out all over him. He socked it into her lifting hairy hole and drove the white moons of her resilient buttocks back down to the bed, and he grunted,
"UNN!"
To which Wanda replied with a heartfelt sigh, "AHHHH!"
Wanda could feel an orgasm coming on, and she wanted to grab it and then have another climax when Larry went off. She arched her back so that the sensitive head of her elongated clit bore down on the uneven upper surface of his incessantly jabbing dong.
"OHHH, OHHHH!" she moaned. The added stimulation of her nerve-laden button was doing it for her.
Keeping her back arched, she drew up her legs till her knees were brushing the outer slopes of her large, jouncing breasts and her feet were dancing in the air above his driving rear end. In this position her vagina was shortened and she could feel with every tingling nerve in her keyed-up body the hard, rubber-like head of her nephew's organ bumping against the tender neck of her orgasm-primed uterus.
"OH, GOD!" she bleated, shuddering as the first blast of her climactic explosion reverberated around in her loins. Her legs flopped down and began jerking. She slapped the bed with her arms out-flung and threw back her head, groaning, "OHHHHHHH ... I'M CUMMING ... OH, LARR-RRYYY ... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG ... OHHH, OHHHHH ... AAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Not knowing what to do, Larry stopped his fucking motions but left his pulsating prong in her. He could feel her steaming wet vagina clutching like a hand in a velvet glove at his fully inserted stem. His aunt's sobbing sighs and guttural groans grabbed at the lad's young testicles. She was shuddering and rolling her head around and her pussy was sucking his organ almost the way her mouth had. She was milking the semen right up from his tight nuts and the boy couldn't hold it back.
"AUNT WANDA! OHHHHH ... UNG, UNG, UNNGGHHH!!!" he cried, and began emptying his balls into the irresistible depths of her heaving belly.
"OHH, GAWD!" she wailed, flinging her arms around him and hugging him fiercely. "YES, YES ... SHOOT IT, DARLING ... OOOUUU ... HOT AND DEEP! CUM IN ME! OHHHH ... AAAHHHH ... GOD, HOW I LOVE ITTT!!!"
His healthy gonads had produced a surprisingly large second load. It was hot and thick, spewing from his twitching cockhead in forceful streams that Wanda could feel thumping against the hypersensitive mouth of her spasmodically contracting womb and ricocheting around in the deepest part of her convulsively clasping vagina.
Orgasmic tremors racked her sweat-dampened form. The intensity of her cum tugged at her guts and tingled up her spine.
"OH, LARRY ... BABY ... BA-BBYYY!!!" she screeched, and then fell back sobbing brokenly as her body shuddered uncontrollably with the near-agony of her fit of carnal ecstasy, her wildly throbbing cuntflesh sucking greedily at the pounding length of her nephew's sperm-gushing pecker.
When Larry rolled off her gasping for breath, Wanda took him in her arms and pulled his face into the perfumed cleavage of her soft, warm breasts. She cuddled him to her and wriggled against him, assuring him in a throaty voice that he was a man, a real lover despite his young age. It was her intention to give him a rest and then arouse him again so they could knock off an even better piece.
But it'd been too exciting for the boy. He was emotionally if not physically drained. In no time he fell asleep in her comforting embrace.
Wanda eventually rolled away from him, turned off the lamp and lay smiling up at the darkened ceiling as she put her hand between her legs and felt her cummy cunt.
It was only after her fit of passion had ebbed away that the horror of what she'd done struck her with the full impact of its stunning blow.
This spent youth lying naked beside her was her brother's son! She was guilty of a crime against nature, an abomination forbidden by God Himself! The very walls seemed to be screaming at her, INCEST, INCEST, INCEST!
Only moments before she'd been reveling in a mood of licentious wantonness, feeling deliciously dirty as she copulated with her nephew; now she just felt plain dirty, and sorely ashamed of herself for being so weak and wicked.
Her body was satisfied but her mind was in a turmoil. Her conscience wouldn't let her alone. It kept stabbing her until she thought she would go insane. Feeling guilty and miserable, she got up and went into the living room to sleep on the sofa.
CHAPTER FIVE
After the way she'd turned on so completely, it was difficult for the conscience-stricken Wanda to convince her sexually awakened nephew that they'd committed a grave sin and must never do it again. The boy knew it was wrong but insisted that he didn't care. It was his love for Wanda, not his concern over incest, that brought him into line. When he saw how truly distraught his lovely aunt was, he told her he wasn't a bit sorry for what they'd done but promised never to try anything with her again.
The boy was looking at her through new eyes now, though, and Wanda knew he wouldn't be able to keep his promise. It would only be a matter of time until he would try to get into her again, Wanda could tell by the gleam in his dark-brown eyes, and it gave her a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach as she realized that in spite of her burden of guilt and shame she might weaken and give in to him again sometime. He was so sweet and innocent and pure. She feared she wouldn't be able to resist him.
Even worse, she discovered to her dismay, she found herself gazing with longing at the crotch of every good-looking young boy she saw. It became evident to her that Larry had awakened a secret part of her sexual being that she hadn't been aware of before. When she went to the supermarket that day, she found herself all but drooling over several boys between the ages of about twelve to sixteen or so. Suddenly they were all attractive to her, the handsome ones, and she was fully aware of her nearly vampirish desire to get at their peters and suck out the pure juices hidden in their untainted young balls. Between her worry over the killers returning to do away with her and her shock over her new but very real abnormal sexual cravings, Wanda wondered seriously if she might be losing her mind. It didn't occur to her that the possibility of impending death might have focused her attention on the adolescent lads who were so full of life and vitality, or that her almost compulsive desire to suck them off was in reality, at least partly, a subconscious urge to drain some of their vital juices from them and thereby compensate, however ineffectively, for the preciousness of her own life which she feared would be snuffed out before the police captured Mr. Osgood's brutal murderers.
Detective Sergeant Kincaid came by the evening following the murder. "We found the victim's car," he told her. "Apparently they searched every inch of it before they deserted it. Have you any idea what they were searching for?"
"None," Wanda said. "They're still loose, then?"
"Afraid so. We sent their fingerprints to Washington. Might get a make on them, if they've been in trouble before or if they've been in the military. Were you satisfied with the artist's drawing of the Negro?"
"Not really, but I suppose it was the best he could do from my description. It resembles him, at least. I hope it'll help."
"I'm sure it will. How are you doing?"
"Running scared and I don't mind admitting it."
"Only natural. Did some thinking last night. My twin boys stay with my folks when I'm on night duty. Your greatest danger is probably between midnight and daylight. "I'm off duty then. If you want me to, I wouldn't mind bringing my sleeping bag and rolling it out over there in the corner. Until we take the suspects into custody, that is."
If I want you to? Good Lord, yes, I do. With you as a body guard, I'd feel much better about this mess. But tell me, Sergeant, do you generally go that far to protect a murder witness?"
He grinned and shook his head. "You're something special, Missus Douglas. I want to keep you safe for my own selfish interests. I figure if I go out of my way to protect you, maybe you'll go out with me sometime."
Wanda flashed him a smile that was warm beyond mere gratefulness. "You figure I would, do you? Well, I just might. In fact, I think I might like that very much. You've got yourself a deal, mister, and as long as we're going to be sleeping under one roof, why don't you call me Wanda?"
"Wanda," he said, trying it out. "I like the sound of it. My name is Hal."
"Hal. Uh-huh, it fits you. Well then, Hal, I can't have you cluttering up the office. Our sofa makes into a double bed, and if you don't mind sleeping with my teenaged nephew, you're welcome to use it."
Hal arrived at a quarter to twelve that night with some of his personal things. Larry and Deena were already asleep.
The lonely widower and the comely blonde divorcee sat up until two a.m. in the semidarkness of the motel's office, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes as they got acquainted on a personal level. The more Hal told Wanda about himself, the more she liked him. He did most of the talking, and she flattered him by being a good listener. She answered his few questions willingly and honestly but volunteered no information about herself, thereby remaining somewhat of a mystery to him, which she realized intuitively would make her all the more interesting and appealing to his detective's mind.
They were side by side on the office couch. When he slid closer and took her hand, she didn't object. A moment later he put his arm around her and she didn't object to that either. Her feminine response consisted of a soft sigh as she snuggled closer and laid her head on his broad shoulder.
"I can't tell you how safe I feel with you here," she murmured.
"Your hair smells nice," he breathed, nuzzling the top of her head with his nose and lips. "You're very pretty. It's been so long, I'd almost forgotten how pleasant it is to be with a woman this way."
"What way is that, Hal?" she asked impulsively, leading him on.
"You know. With everything quiet. In the dark. Just the two of us."
"I believe you're turning romantic on me, Sergeant."
"I know I am, lady," he replied, and slipped his hand in under her arm to cup the soft mound of her magnificent breast.
"Look out now. You're supposed to be guarding my body, not handling it."
"We both know I'm going to do both, don't we? Or did I get the wrong idea?"
"I didn't know my feelings for you were that obvious," she said, shivering with pleasured anticipation as he massaged her tender tit through her clothing and tilted her face up toward him. "Hal, I'm not a loose woman. I want you to know that just in case, because there's something about you that makes me feel more female than I've felt in a long, long time. I don't think I'm exactly safe with you, after all, am I?"
"As safe as you want to be," he told her, and kissed the tip of her slightly upturned nose.
She emitted a soft purring sound as his lips claimed hers. The tip of his tongue probed for admission. She squeezed his hand and put her arm around him. His thumb and forefinger captured her nipple through her blouse and bra and rolled it gently. She opened her mouth slowly and locked back at his invading tongue as he inched it into the moist recesses of her oral cavern.
They clung to one another, kissing with tongues intwined. It was an intimate soul kiss but not wildly passionate. She could sense the tenderness in him, the respect he had for her. He was not demanding anything of her, yet the movement of his tongue and the way he was handling her breast expressed his desire for her and suggested much clearer than words that he wanted to have sex with her.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked when he, not she, ended the passion-inciting kiss.
"I never did before," she said. "Now I'm not so sure."
"I know it's crazy. I'm forty years old, but I lay awake for hours last night, thinking about you like a moonstruck kid."
"Oh, Hal, no. It's too fast. Don't toy with me. Please don't say anything you don't mean. I'm too vulnerable and you're much too attractive. I don't want to get hurt. Please don't hurt me."
"Hurting you is the last thing I want to do. I imagined you in my kitchen fixing breakfast, and in the den with me late at night, the two of us reading or watching TV or working together on a jigsaw puzzle. Do you like jigsaw puzzles?"
"Yes. Word scrambles and crosswords, too."
"Somehow I knew you did. That's not very romantic, is it? A jigsaw puzzle."
"It can be ... if you're doing it with the right person."
"Yeah. And I wondered what kind of mother you'd make for my twin sons. Whether you'd like them and vice versa. And I...."
She cuddled up to him, smiling, listening as he talked on painting a contented domestic scene. If he didn't mean it he sure had her sized up right and was hitting below the belt, because he was saying the things Wanda had longed to hear a good man saying, a man who appealed to her the way he did. No amount of wining and dining and expensive dating could've made her as receptive to his advances as did the droning hum of his masculine voice saying the things her security-hungry heart yearned to hear.
Abruptly he stopped talking. He grinned self-consciously. Then he said, "I suppose you think I'm nuts, talking this way."
"Well, we have just met. And men don't usually hand a girl that kind of line."
"I'm not handing you a line."
"No?"
"No. I guess I was just daydreaming. A guy like me; a young, beautiful woman like you. Policemen don't make a lot of money."
"Money isn't everything."
"Forget what I said. I had no right."
"What if I don't want to forget it, Hal?"
"You'd better, or you might get hurt. Listen, I got carried away there for a while. The smell of you, and the way you feel. I'll admit I was thinking agout getting married again, but I doubt that I ever will. Hell's bells, you probably wouldn't have me anyway."
"A girl could do worse." Wanda said guardedly. She didn't want to close the door in his face and yet she didn't want to encourage him to say anything more tonight. Her heart said he loved her and that she could very easily return his love, but her mind balked at the notion. It was too fast. She didn't trust her emotions.
Hal didn't push it. She thought he was going to kiss her again but he didn't. Instead he glanced at his watch and seemed surprised at how late it was and said they'd better call it a night.
For a long time Wanda lay awake beside her daughter, thinking of the man in the living room who had volunteered to guard her life. She was grateful to him for that. He could've taken unfair advantage of her tonight, and she thought he knew it. But he hadn't, so he must've meant the things he said. He hadn't actually told her he loved her, had merely implied it and then tried to back out of it. But still....
She fell asleep thinking that they were two lonely, confused people who might just possible have stumbled onto the start of something good.
CHAPTER SIX
"I think it's keen having a fuzz stay with us," Deena said brightly at breakfast the next morning. She was leaning forward over the table, peering from the tiny kitchen into the living room, where Hal was still asleep on the couch.
"You don't have to sleep with him," Larry grumbled. "He tossed and turned half the night, and snored the other half. Cripes, he must've woke me up two dozen times."
"That'll be enough of that from both of you," Wanda scolded, keeping her voice down so as no to awaken Hal. "He's not a fuzz, young lady, he's a plainclothes detective, a police sergeant. And as for you, Larry, Hal is guarding my life so I shouldn't think you'd complain over such a little thing as his snoring."
Larry looked embarrassed, sorry for what he'd said.
"Fuzz isn't a bad word, Mother," Deena insisted. "Pig is but not fuzz. Don't be so touchy. You go for him or something?"
"Of course not," Wanda replied, blushing slightly under the gaze of her daughter and nephew. Deena seemed amused, but not Larry. The boy looked suspicious, disapproving, jealous even, as if he didn't want her to so much as look at another guy much less be interested in one. "I'm grateful to him. He's going out of his way to insure my safety. Now, I want you kids to treat him with respect."
"Won't be hard," Deena chirped. "He's not exactly good-looking, but there's something about him ... I think I dig him."
"How could you dig him?" Larry demanded. "You haven't even been introduced to him."
"You wouldn't understand," Deena said cockily, looking down her cute nose at her cousin.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Try me and see."
"The fuzz looks real cool sleeping there on the sofa, for one thing. How come you never look cool when you're asleep on the sofa, Larry?"
"Oh, for-"
"Hush, the both of you," Wanda broke in. "Get going. You'll be late for school."
Deena got up and waved cheerily as she tripped lightly out through the kitchen door, but Larry stalled.
"I heard you two talking out there in the office last night," the boy said when he and his aunt were alone. "He kissed you, too, didn't he?" he demanded accusingly.
"Larry, that is none of your business. Now, I won't have you acting this way. Go to school."
"I don't like the idea of leaving you here alone ... with him. What if he-"
"Larry!" she scolded.
"Well, he might try to...." His voice trailed off, sounding worried and jealous.
Wanda couldn't be angry with him. She realized her nephew wanted her all to himself and, despite her resolve never to have incestuous sex with him again, this flattered her. She reached across the table and took his hand.
"What are you afraid of, Larry? That he might" want to ball me?"
Larry nodded miserably. "I can't stand the thought of you with another guy, Aunt Wanda."
"Shh, keep your voice down. Hal might hear you."
"I nearly flipped last night," he whispered. "I peeked. I saw him kissing you. It made me hurt inside."
"Poor baby," she said softly. His confession affected her strangely, making her feel sad and guilty but a little excited, too. "Listen, honey, what you and I did was lovely but it was terribly wrong. I want you to find yourself a girl and not think about me that way any more."
"I can't stop thinking about it. I love you, Aunt Wanda, and when he was kissing you, I ... I hated him! I thought you were going to let him and I ... got an awful hard-on."
"Poor baby," she said again, and squeezed his hand. "What have I done to you? I gave you a little piece and now you think you own me. It won't work, Larry. I'm your aunt. Nothing can come of it. Listen, I've got my life to live and you've got yours, and you can't go around getting a jealous hard-on every time you think some guy is about to get into my pants. It isn't healthy for you to feel this way about me."
He jerked his hand free and got to his feet. "I can't help it!" he hissed.
The front of his trousers looked like a tent. Wanda's heart went out to the boy and yet it thrilled her to see him tormented this way, seething with jealousy over what he imagined she and Hal might do after he left. A delicious surge of heady emotional cruelty welled up in her. Condemning herself for being such a bitch, she nevertheless rose with a devilish smile playing over her face and approached her anguished nephew.
"So this is what it does to you to imagine me getting it from someone else, is it?" she asked huskily as she reached between his legs and fondled his testicles then slid her palm up over his erected penis.
Larry gulped but said nothing.
This was delicious and Wanda couldn't stop. There's a bit of the bitch in every woman and Wanda's share of it was coming through loud and clear. Deliberately she stroked his genitals through his clothing and taunted him in a low, sultry voice, "Why, Larry, I don't think you're exactly jealous of me, are you? Not just plain jealous, anyhow. You know what I think? I think it excites you to imagine Hal's cock sinking into my pussy. Does it?"
"Yes," he whimpered. "Goddamn it!"
"It's all right, honey, Aunt Wanda understands."
"Are you going to let him?"
"I haven't decided yet. I might. I like him a lot. I may just go in there and crawl in with him soon as you walk out the door, and let him get between my legs and fuck me on your bed. What do you think of that?"
"Do it now!" he breathed. "Let me watch!"
"You really do want to see his prick going into me, don't you?" Wanda intoned, shivering with a delightful lewd thrill.
He nodded tightly.
"But you can't. I'm only teasing you, don't you know that? If I ever let him screw me, maybe I'll tell you about it, though."
"Okay. Promise?"
"No, I won't promise you anything, darling. But I can't send you off to school in your condition, can I?"
Wanda peered into the living room and saw that Hal was still sleeping soundly. He was snoring a little, she noted, just as Larry had said he did. She unzipped the boy's fly, took out his erected penis and backed him into a corner where they couldn't be seen from the living room.
"Now, be very quiet," she cautioned, stroking his rampant rod. "Don't cry out or anything."
Gingerly she knelt before him and peeled back the foreskin hood from his blood-engorged crown. She moistened her lips with her tongue and then took the mouth-watering morsel of his livid cockhead into her warm, wet oral chamber.
Her gripping hand darted up and down his stalk as she sucked hungrily on his musky bulb and laved it incessantly with her shameless tongue.
In less than a minute she'd coaxed the sperm up from his tortured young testicles. The thick, hot jets of his pent-up load spurted rhythmically into her suctioning mouth. The rich flavor of his ejaculate was highly pleasing to her palate, and she nearly had a cum of her own, so great was her wicked thrill over fellating her yummy nephew in the kitchen before she sent him off to school, with the older man who had a romantic interest in her snoozing peacefully away in the next room.
She swallowed his viscous cum jet by satisfying jet as his pulsating pecker spewed it into her greedy mouth. Then she rose and kissed him without wiping her lips, letting him snake his curious tongue inside and taste the flavor of his cock and seminal fluids which clung to her tongue and smooth inner surfaces of her cheeks.
"You can still make it to school on time if you hurry."
"Are you going to let him?"
"I don't know, honey. I'll tell you if I do, okay?"
He grinned and nodded.
"Oh, you precious boy, I'll let you, though, and that's a promise. We'll have to be careful and keep it to ourselves. It's terribly wrong, you know. But you're delicious and I'm afraid we've started something that neither of us wants to stop. Love me?"
"You bet!"
"Now, go on to school, you horny rascal."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wanda poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table when Larry left. She lit a cigarette and took a deep, lung-biting drag, exhaling with a sigh of a cloud of bluish-white smoke that swirled up toward the ceiling. She could hardly believe the incredibly licentious thing she'd just done.
Strangely, she had no regrets. In fact, she felt rather good about it. It was a beautiful morning and she was aglow with a sense of physical well-being.
In the next room, Hal stirred and kicked off the cover but didn't wake up, apparently. He had on pajama bottoms only. From where she sat at the table, Wanda could see that he had a semi-erection, a piss hard. It made an unmistakable bulge in his pajamas.
It truly amazed Wanda, but she had half a notion to do what she'd told Larry she might-go crawl in with Hal and let him make love to her.
He must want me badly, she thought. Otherwise, why would he offer to sleep here and risk his life to protect me? I want him, too, especially this morning. Is it love? God only knows, but there's something between Hal and me. A chemistry, or magnetism or something. Maybe it's just a sexual attraction and nothing more. He was hinting marriage last night. Much too soon. Maybe he was just handing me a line. One sure way to find out is to give him some with no strings attached. If it was just a line, then hell stay till the killers are captured and he's had his fill of me, and he won't be back after that.
But what if he really does love me? In that case, if I go in there and wake him up the way I'm tempted to do, he might think I'm a tramp and wouldn't make a good mother to his twins, and wouldn't that scare him off? On the other hand, if it is only a sexual attraction between us, and he's mistaking it for love, and I hold him off till we wind up getting married-oh, no, I'm not getting into another trap like that!
Wanda took a final drag on her cigarette, mashed it out, then drained her coffee cup and got up. She tiptoed into the living room and stopped beside the sofa bed. The speed of her heartbeat increased as she stepped from her house slippers and removed her robe. Her fingers caught the hem of her shortie nightgown and she whisked it off over her head. In white-skinned blonde splendor, she sat down nude as the day she was born on the edge of the bed and untied the drawstring of the sleeping man's pajama's. Like a sneak thief, she laid bare his half-erect organ and enclosed it's curved shaft with her tremulous but determined hand.
The detective had a handsome prick. Evidently it was very sensitive, for he awakened the instant she touched it. He said nothing, merely opened his eyes and looked at her in puzzled surprise.
"I suppose you wonder what's gotten into me this morning?"
"That's putting it mildly."
She blushed, cleared her throat and blinked embarrassedly.
"You're going to get laid if you don't turn loose of my pecker."
"That's what I want, Hal."
"I don't believe this. Want to tell me what's on your mind?"
"You think you love me but you're not sure. Am I right?"
He nodded.
"Well, I feel the same way about you. But it could be just a sexual attraction we have for one another."
"Agreed."
"If that's all it is, I want to know it so we don't wind up making fools of ourselves. Men and women automatically show their best sides to each other until they start having sex regularly. I was a virgin when I married my ex-husband. A month later I regretted that I hadn't given in to him while we were dating. If I had, I would never have married him. Now, don't get me wrong, he was good in bed and I like sex. The trouble was, sex was all we had in common. That marriage was a dreadful mistake and I don't want to make another like it. I know you were hinting marriage last night before you got cold feet.
"I expect you were afraid I would say yes if you asked me. Well, I might have. But we're adults and it would be crazy to go off half-cocked like that. Love at first sight, you said. Sure I believe in it. Show me a woman that doesn't. But I got burned once by mistaking sexual attraction for love, and I don't intend to let it happen again.
"Hal, you may think I'm a slut for saying this, but I'm going to say it anyway. I want to have an affair with you, for ... say two months, that should be long enough. We'll have sex and plenty of it. No holds bared. We'll let our hair down and go at it as often as we want, in any and every way we feel like. At the end of that time, we should know whether we really care deeply for one another, shouldn't we?"
"I should think so."
"If we are in love, we can decide what we want to do about it then. If not, then we've both had a good time, and you can go your way and I'll go mine and no hard feelings."
"You're laying yourself wide open, Wanda."
"I know it. It's the way I want it."
"What if I'm just after that sweet ass of yours, nothing more?"
"I don't think you're that kind of a man, but if you are, how else will I find out? If that's the case, this way will hurt me less in the long run."
"You're a women's libber?"
"No," she laughed. "But some of their ideas make sense."
"Didn't say they don't. No strings attached, huh?"
"Not a one."
"We could still get hurt. Especially you."
"It's my risk. I've made you an offer; take it or leave it."
He grinned. "It sounds like more fun than a jigsaw puzzle. You're on, baby. And I don't think you're a slut. You strike me as a down-to-earth gal with a lot of smart in her pretty little head. Will you marry me?"
She laughed. "No, you fool, ask me again in two months ... but only if you truly want to then."
"Two months," he said. "God, you won't be able to walk."
"Well see who's able to walk."
"Anything I feel like?"
"Anything we feel like."
Wanda tugged at his pajamas. He raised up and she drew them down his legs and over his feet. He was five-eleven, about seven inches taller than Wanda. His body was lean and hard, hairy but not hirsute. She'd been fondling his rod while they talked and it was full up now. It angled up over his lower abdomen above his dangling nutsac. His genitals were slightly larger than average and had a masculine beauty about them. As Wanda crawled back up between his legs, she resisted the urge to pause at his loins and lick his testicles and handsome, pulsing penis.
She wanted to but didn't know what he would think of it. Going down on Larry had put her in a very sensual mood. Kneeling between his legs, she fondled his heavy balls and held the base of his stalk as she nuzzled its hooded head with the side of her face.
"Kiss it," he urged.
Gladly she did so. First the head, which she left hooded, and then down one side of his shaft and up the other.
"Skin it back," he told her, and when she did, he put his hands under his head and said, "I'd like to see your tongue working on it, darling."
Without hesitation she extended her tongue and began laving the taut-skinned surface of his warm, purplish bulb. Like Larry's it tasted slightly salty, but Hal's penis had a musky flavor all it's own.
"I think I want to suck on it," she breathed. "Baby, nothing would please me more."
She was in no hurry. They had all morning. The office was locked and she collected from the motel's guests in advance. If any of them wanted anything, they could just go to hell. She would have to call the police operator at nine but that was a half hour away.
Her slender fingers tightened around his thick shaft and she drew up on it till the silky foreskin was bunched in a wrinkled mass past the forefront of his saliva-wetted crown. The tip of her tongue explored the sensitive folds of loose penile skin. She nibbled it with her lips and inserted her tonguetip down inside to lap teasingly at the tiny slitted opening of his glans. He was leaking droplets of clear precoital fluid and it was delicious.
Wanda nipped lightly at his preputial skin and sucked the distended folds far as they would go into her mouth. She was like a child with a new toy and couldn't leave his dick alone for a second. It was a beautiful organ, sturdy and fat. The shaft was decorated with a maze of puffed, bluish veins.
In a fit of passion she popped back the prepuce and took his naked dickhead into the moist warmth of her oral cavity, sucking it like mad as she ran her gripping hand up and down the length of the attractively curved stem below.
"Oh, baby ... baby!" he sighed, shivering with pleasure.
Emotion welled up in her and made her fairly glow. Wanda was almost certain she loved Hal, but she knew positively that she adored his stiff dick.
Slurp! She lifted her head still sucking and deserted the bulging crown. Avidly she kissed down one side of his organ and back up the other, her feverish lips going, Smack, smack, smack! She couldn't bestow enough oral affection upon it.
"I must love you!" she murmured, licking his dong, turning it shiny wet with her saliva. "I never did this for my husband! You're the first man who's ever affected me this way!"
It was the truth. Larry was a boy not a man, and she felt no compulsion to tell Hal everything.
Hal took her arms and drew her up to lie on top of him. Tenderly he cradled her head with his hands and gazed deep into her dancing blue eyes. "I know I love you. I have from the minute I laid eyes on you. Darling, it's going to work out."
He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, then he mashed his lips to hers and probed his tongue into her mouth.
Wanda sucked his darting, thrusting tongue and wriggled about on top of him, rubbing his prick, which lay rigid between them, with the blonde-haired mound above her soft pink crevice. "Put it in me!" she whimpered.
Pleased that she'd asked for it, Hal rolled over hugging her to him and slipped his cock gently into the juiced-up hairy hole between her willingly parted legs.
"Oooooh ... aaaah!" she moaned, trembling with bliss as she felt him penetrating her. Their genitals fit together snugly. The girth of his rod stretched her in a most delightful way, and she sucked in her breath in surprised joy when she felt the bluntly rounded end of his bulging knob snuggling up to her cervix and giving her womb a nudge. "Ohh, Hal ... DARLING!"
He licked his lips and smiled down at her enraptured visage. "Christ, you feel good around me." He lowered his head and French kissed her as he began fucking into her, using long, leisurely strokes that touched her uterus and kept her dilated sex slit pumping in and out around the thickness of his glistening, pussy-wetted prong.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!" she chanted, caressing his strong back and running her moist palms over the rhythmically clenching mounds of his hairy buttocks.
The springs in the sofa bed popped and creaked under the combined weight of their thrashing bodies. Wanda threw her legs over his, locking her feet under his shins and using his legs for leverage when she started working with him, shoving her pleasured snatch up to meet his incoming organ each and every time he drove its hard, throbbing head into the moist heat of her churning belly.
"If we do get married," he husked, humping away, "I don't think we'll be having any problems in the bedroom."
"Good Lord, nooh!" she moaned, hammering her on-fire cunt up to him as he increased the tempo of his vigorous thrusting motions. "We fit so nice! Ohhh ... oh, baby, I love it ... your fat dick! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Since he'd started with a piss hard, Hal had more control of himself than he normally would have, and he intended to make the most of the situation. This was their first time; he wanted to make it so good for Wanda that she would always remember it. Whether they got married or not, he hoped to be screwing this blonde beauty regularly from now on. Wanda appealed to him as no woman had since his wife. If it wasn't love he felt for her-and he wasn't sure he knew exactly what love was-then he would be satisfied to have a continuing affair with her. But love or not, she was a terrific piece of ass and he didn't want to lose her now that he'd found her.
"Ohh, ohh ... oh, daddy, that's good!" she crooned.
"Then shake it, baby!" he rasped, fucking her hard and fast now. "Move that lovely ass! Slam that sweet, hot cunt up to me!"
"YES, YESSS!" she squealed abandonedly, the cords connecting her thighs to her groin jerking and twitching as she hunched her inflamed sex hole up to him, matching him stroke for rapid stroke. "SWEET DICK ... HARD AND HOT ... OHHHH ... FASTER ... HARDER! I'M ALMOST THERE, HAL! GIVE IT TO ME! AHH, AHHH! SCREW ME HARD AND FAST! OH, DADDY, DAD-DDYYY!!!"
"LET IT GO!" he panted, their sweat-moistened abdomens smacking wetly together as he threw a volley of rapid-fire, pile-driving lunges into her to push her into her orgasm. "DON'T WAIT ... FOR ME!"
The way he was ravishing her, she couldn't have waited if she'd wanted to-which she didn't. His sturdy dong was working like a piston in the sucking wet cylinder of her fluttering vagina, pumping her gloriously full of carnal pleasure. It was maddening. She couldn't stand it. The bittersweet tightness of her unfolding climax drew her female organs into aching knots.
"UNN, UNN, UNN!" she grunted, slamming her sopping, red-lipped twat furiously up to him. Then the internal explosion of mushrooming ecstasy blasted through her, evoking a guttural groan of fulfillment, " N N A AA AGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" from her gaping mouth as she fell back shuddering and sobbing.
"CUM, HONEY! TELL ME ABOUT IT!" he hissed through gritted teeth, holding back his own climax. He planted the full length of his pulsating prick into the seething wetness of her convulsively clasping cuntflesh and began grinding his pelvis against hers, stirring her honeyed well as it spasmed joyously around his thumping male turgidity.
"OHHHHHH ... AAAHHHHHHH ... CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING, CUMMING ... OH, G AWD ... OH, HAL ... CUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"
"IS IT GOOD, BABY?"
"YESSS ... OH MY GOD, YESSS! GOOD ... SO GOOODDD ... OHHHHHHHH ... MMMMMM ... OOOUUUU ... OHH, OHH ... GAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Her legs shook and her head snapped from side to side. The delicate features of her pretty face were contorted into a mask of sexual rapture. Her cheeks were flushed and her blinking blue eyes shimmered glassily. A series of flesh-quaking tremors racked her perspiration-sheened torso.
"AAAAHH ... OH, JESUS ... AAAHHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Wanda closed her eyes and lay writhing and shuddering beneath him, his peter in her to the hilt, moaning out sobbingly as her spine-wrenching climax ran its satisfying course.
"I thought I'd die!" she sighed, coming out of it at last, drifting up lazily through the soothing layers of the warm sexual afterglow. "And you didn't even cum, did you? God, what a man!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere," he chuckled, and kissed her, giving her the full length of his tongue which she sucked contentedly.
He backed his turgid organ from her weakly tremoring sex split and kissed his way down her neck and chest toward the alluring mounds of her large, soft breasts. Her coral nipples were in a state of distended tumescence. With a thumb and forefinger, Hal captured one of her tumid cones and started rolling it gently as he took the other morsel of womanflesh into his mouth and sucked its sweetness.
"I like that," she cooed, caressing his head, enjoying the bristly feel of his crew-cut, salt-and-pepper hair against the palms of her hands. "You're going to make me hot all over again if you keep it up."
"That's the idea," he told her, his words muffled by the amount of prize tittie he had in his mouth.
He went from tit to tit, kneading and tweaking one while he nibbled lightly at the hard berry of the other's nipple and sucked lovingly at the entire pink cone. The titillation caused the nerves connecting her nipples and loins to tingle delightfully. The lavish oral attentions to her sensitive breasts caught her flagging desire and began fanning its smoldering embers back to life. In no time she was squirming and sighing, actively feeding him tittie and guiding his head about, placing his pleasure-giving mouth where she wanted it at that particular moment.
"Oh, Hal, darling," she murmured.
"Shit!"
"What's wrong?" she whined, her hands losing his head as he sat up suddenly.
"It's almost nine. Go call in and then hurry right back."
Wanda nodded and got up reluctantly. She slipped on her robe and padded barefoot out to the phone in the office.
When she returned, Hal was sitting naked on the edge of the sofa bed. His prick was still hard as a rock and he had a hungry gleam in his hazel eyes. A lighted cigarette dangled from his lips. He broke into a smile as he watched her walk toward him shucking off her robe.
It truly amazed Wanda at how relaxed and comfortable she felt with this man. They'd met less than forty-eight hours ago, but it seemed like she'd known him all her life. She stepped close in front of him, the bottoms of her toes resting on the tops of his, letting him admire her nude body. His gaze swept up her until it locked with hers. She smiled down at him, plucked the cigarette from his lips, flicked off the ash and took a puff from it.
His arms encircled her, pulling her in between his parting legs. He hugged her tight and buried his face in the soft warmth of her womanly stomach. His loving hands slid up and down her back, then over her rump to caress the satin-smooth backs of her shapely thighs. He took a double handful of her resilient asscheeks and Frenched the alluring depression of her indented navel.
"Lie down, sweetheart, I'm going to eat you."
Only too willing to have him go down on her, Wanda mashed out the cigarette and climbed onto the sofa bed. He drew her well-packed rear end out to the edge and pushed her legs wide apart. When he dropped to his knees before her, she knew he could see clear into her yawning cunt. "Can you see my tonsils from there?"
He chuckled but said nothing; he was too busy feasting his eyes on the feminine beauty of her secretion-wetted, perfectly formed sex parts. The pink outer lips were puffy, shimmering with the coating of clear lubricant bubbling down from her honeyed well. Beyond the folds of fluted pink her inner labia fluttered enticingly, their color a bright, vivid red from her state of arousal. "Like my cunt?"
"It's gorgeous."
He licked her, his tongue slipping between her fat, hair-rimmed labia and slithering slowly up the slippery crack until it snaked out the top, dragging thrillingly over the beet-red head of her erected clitoris.
"Aaaaah!" she puled, shivering as a lascivious crackle of electricity tingled up her spine.
"Tastes mighty fine, too," he commented approvingly. "You are a juicy thing, aren't you?"
"You complaining, lover?"
"Not no, but hell no," he said, licking his lips as he parted her pouting vulva with his fingertips.
"Mmm, you better not complain. It's your fault I'm secreting so much, you know."
"Keep it coming, sugar. Now that I've had a sample of your syrup, I think I want a great big drink of it."
"Then, suck me, damn it!" she pleaded. "Don't tease me like this! Get your mouth on my cunt hole and suck me dry!"
It pleased him to hear her begging for the blowjob he wanted to give her, and her choice of words excited him all the more. His wife had never talked the way Wanda was talking, and that had been a disappointment to him for he'd longed to have her forget herself and let passion have its way.
Holding the swollen petals of her sex flower wide open, he pressed his face to her crotch and formed his lips snugly to the slippery-smoothness of the inner slopes of her parted pink labia majora.
"Ohh ... oouuu!" she sighed, when she felt the suction begin. She pulled in her feet and clasped his waist with their bare soles.
If the lingering flavor of his prick in any way offended him, he didn't show it. His hands slipped in under her fleshy behind and cupped the globular softness of her springy buttocks as the full length of his tongue insinuated itself deep into the silky tunnel beyond the shallow vestibule of her succulent, blonde-thatched slot.
Either he was trying to reach her womb or attempting to lick her belly button from the inside, Wanda couldn't decide which, but he had a surprisingly long tongue and it felt divine to have it so far into her, lapping eagerly at the beads of female nectar clinging to the velvety walls of her vagina.
With his lips glued to the hairy border surrounding her flavorful gash, Hal began tongue-fucking her and massaging her erogenous buttocks at the same time.
"Ooooh! Oh, Hal darling ... yes, yes, yes ... lick me de-eeppp!"
It was an accident the first time the end of his short-nailed thumb brushed across the appealing rosebud of her exposed anus, but he could tell by her sudden stillness and the raspy intake of her breath that she found it pleasurable, so he did it again and again. Then he probed tentatively at her puckered rectum and felt her feet squeezing at his waist. Gradually, tonguing and sucking her tasty muff all the while, he inserted his thick thumb into her tiny rear aperture up to its knobby knuckle.
"OHHH, OHHHHH!" she moaned, squirming, pressing down on his thumb. "DO IT! STICK IT IN!"
The crack of her rump was slick with a mixture of sweat and her free-flowing sexual secretions. His knuckle slipped jerkily into the super-tight ring of her lubricated anal opening and he shoved his thick thumb all the way up her appreciative asshole.
"OH, GOD!" she yelped. It hurt a little, but good, and it gave her a purely illicit thrill to let him penetrate her forbidden rear portal. "OHHHH ... MMMMM ... AAAAH!"
Continuing to blow her, he began sliding his thumb cautiously in and out of her dilated butthole, which was stretched so tautly he could feel the rapid-fire beats of her heart being transmitted through her instinctively gripping anal sphincter.
She seemed to enjoy it immensely, so he began jabbing into her rectum harder and faster. His lips enclosed her blood-glutted clit and he drew that tiny girl cock into his mouth, sucking it harshly and scrubbing its raw-nerved head fervently with the roughened surface of his tongue.
"OHHH, OHHHHH!" she groaned, thrashing about, pushing at his head. "STOP, DARLING, I LOVE IT! BUT IT'S TOO GOOD! I CAN'T ... AARRHHHH ... STAND ITTT!!!"
There was a wet popping sound like the uncorking of a bottle as hastily he lifted his head and backed his thumb from her tight, winking anal opening.
"I thought I ... was going to ... pass out!" she gasped.
Remaining on his knees, he stroked her heaving, sweaty belly, then impulsively slid his hands down along her tremulous thighs and pushed them up to her chest. The cheeks of her rump stood open, revealing the hypnotically winking eye of her rosebud anus. His testicles were drawn up tight against his groin, aching to release their burdensome load of pent-up semen. He was wild for this lovely divorcee as he'd never been wild for any woman including his sexually disinterested wife. There wasn't an inch of Wanda's curvaceous body which didn't appeal to him. She was kissable all over, even her asshole.
Heaving a strangled cry of utter abandonment, he thrust his face into the milk-white valley of her quivering buttocks and planted a wet, passionate kiss dead center of her irresistible rectum. The tart taste of her anal aperture didn't faze him in the least. Lost to the lust of his impending climax, he pressed his eager lips to the area of crinkled skin surrounding her tiny buttonhole and shot his tongue in through the smooth elastic rim, driving it all the way into the murky depths of her tight, hot asshole.
"NNN, NNN, NAAGGGHHHHHH!" Wanda rasped in pleasured shock. Trembling all over, she shoved her ass tighter against his face and lay there groaning ecstatically while he briefly but avidly sucked her erogenous rectum and fucked it furiously with his shameless tongue. "OH, GOOD LORD ... YOU'RE DRIVING ... ME OUT OF ... AHHHHHH ... MY MMIINNDDD!!!"
He stood up looking self-conscious and a little ashamed of himself. "Sorry, baby," he muttered. "But you're so goddamned sweet! Guess I got carried away there for a minute."
"Oh, you wonderful man!" she exclaimed. "Don't apologize! I loved it, couldn't you tell? Come to me quick! Put that lovely cock into me and let me feel it squirting!"
In his haste, he didn't bother to reposition her but lowered himself atop her as she was, with her legs parted and hanging off the side of the sofa bed. She grasped his thumping erection and guided its head between her blood-engorged cuntlips as he loomed above her supporting his weight in a stiff-armed posture. When the bulging head entered her vagina, she jerked her hand out of the way and he penetrated her urgently with one swift lunge.
Raggedly she sucked in her breath when the hard, enlarged head of his rampant member crashed against her sensitive cervix and jolted her orgasm-primed womb. The first jet of his pressurized cream erupted from him soon as the moist heat of her receptive pussy swallowed the entire length and girth of his bloated organ.
"UNN, UNG, UNNGGGHHHH!" he grunted, his face twisting with the blessed relief of spending in her at last. He tried to stuff his twitching nuts into her, too, as mindlessly his pounding cock pumped torrential gushes of scalding white cum into the silky depths of her rippling belly.
"OH, DARLING, YESSS!" she screeched, wrapping her legs around his as she clutched his tensed buttocks and held his pulsating pecker into her to the very hilt. "I CAN FEEL IT ... OOOUUUU ... SPURTING INTO ME! OHHHH ... CUM, DADDY, CCUUMMM ... SHOOT IT TO ME ... MMMMM ... DEEP AND HOT AND SWEET! AAHHHH, GOODDD!!!"
The flood-like inundation of his hot ejaculate carried Wanda into a tremendous orgasm of her own. She flung back her head and shrieked, " AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!"
Frantically she tugged at his muscular asscheeks, causing him to lose his balance and come crashing down onto her.
"UMPPHHH!" she grunted, the air rushing from her lungs.
But she clung to his buttocks, bearing his weight gladly in order to keep the full length of his cum-spewing prick buried balls-deep in the sucking wet cylinder of her wildly grabbing snatch.
"OHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH ... AAAAHHGAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally, as her lover pushed up onto his elbows with his dick still pumping her full of his satisfying sperm.
"CUMMING ... CUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!" she squealed, her legs skidding jerkily down his as the soul-melting rapture of their simultaneous orgasm reached its excruciating peak of pleasure.
Her pink heels thudded against the floor. She fell back writhing and moaning, her head lolling limply as the powerful convulsions of her toe-curling climax racked her shuddering, sweat-glistening torso.
Hal emptied his balls in her and lay atop her for long moments afterward, kissing her, swapping tongues and spit with her as he left his deflating penis soaking in the heavenly warmth of her sperm-slick, weakly fluttering pussy.
He said he had to be in court at ten. She fixed him bacon and eggs while he showered and shaved.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I don't like leaving you here alone, even in the daytime," Hal said as he was leaving for court. "Those two are out there somewhere and I won't rest easy until we lock them up and I know you're safe. Be careful, darling."
"I will. I love you."
"Me, too, you," he said, and kissed her a quick peck as if they were married and he was going off to work.
When he'd left, Wanda floated into the bathroom and stripped for her morning shower. She was very happy. The killers who were a threat to her life seemed far away and in the past. She sang while she took her shower.
As the day wore on, however, her lighthearted mood slipped away from her. She was in love with Hal and knew she would want to marry him at the end of the two month period she'd set. So, what was she going to do about Larry?
She felt guilty over what she'd done with her nephew. The worst part of it was: she'd told him only this morning they would continue to have their secret incestuous affair. But things were different now and she couldn't do it.
More than anything she wanted to be worthy of Hal, to be true to him before marriage and certainly afterward, as his bride, she would be a loving and faithful wife. Hal was a brave and decent man. With him, she could have the kind of stable married life she'd so yearned for with her first husband.
It was clear what she had to do: Break it off with Larry; make the boy understand that it was sheer insanity for her to continue with him. She determined to have a talk with him soon as he got home from school. She would send Deena on an errand or something, so she and Larry could discuss it privately.
As it turned out, getting rid of Deena was no problem. She called from her girl friend's house, and Wanda was only too glad to give her daughter permission to remain there until supper time.
Larry got home from school about five minutes after Deena had called, and Wanda took him into the living room to tell him how it was going to be from now on. But Larry beat her to the punch. He was excited when he came charging in.
Before she could say anything, he was at her to find out if she'd let Hal do it to her. Reluctantly she admitted that she had. He reminded her that she'd promised to tell him about it. Wanda didn't want to, but Larry was beside himself and insisted she tell him all. Finally she gave in and told him about it against her better judgment, thinking to herself that things weren't going at all the way she'd planned.
Her horny nephew became terribly aroused. He got a rip-roaring erection and was all over her, wrestling her down on the sofa and attempting to get it in her. Wanda's good intentions melted away and she gave in. They had a wildly passionate act of sexual intercourse there in the living room.
Wanda never did get around to telling Larry what she'd intended and afterward she felt cheap and dirty and horribly guilty. But she loved Larry too, and in spite of her shame she feared she would be too weak and sinful to ever break off the delicious incestuous affair she was having with him.
That night Wanda waited up till two a.m., but Hal didn't show. She was hurt and angry and felt like a fool. She'd trusted him and given him her love and now this. Evidently not all detective police sergeants were honorable men. Convinced that he'd had what he wanted from her-a cheap piece of ass, and that she wasn't likely ever to see him again except in the line of duty during police business-Wanda called in at two and told the police operator she was going to bed.
But she didn't. She sat on the office couch feeling miserable and chain smoking cigarettes. She'd prettied herself up for Hal, had put on her most becoming frock complete with nylon hose and high heels, and he wasn't coming. He didn't want her. He'd had his fun with her and now he was through with her. She wanted to cry, wished she could. She'd been had. She felt bitter and resentful. She wanted nothing more to do with men.
It was a slow night. She'd rented only eight of the twenty rooms. The patrol car, which was familiar and comforting to her now, cruised slowly through the motel at two-twenty-three, the two officers inside scanning the area for anything which might appear suspicious with the aid of their spotlight.
Wanda decided she probably wouldn't be getting any more customers at this late hour and debated whether or not to turn on the no vacancy sign before she went to bed. She hated to be awakened by the bell and have to get up and come to the office to rent a room to jerks who should've stopped hours earlier. Still, it was her job to manage the place, and that included renting every room every night if she could, so she rarely turned on the no vacancy sign unless she had only one or two rooms left vacant. The owner had made it clear that her job depended on the motel showing a profit, so she tried hard to see that it did so every month.
Deciding she would just lock the door and answer the night bell should it ring, she mashed out her cigarette and rose with a sigh.
The door flew open and two men burst into the office. One was a tall, skinny Negro; the other was a stocky Chicano of medium height. The Negro had a short haircut and had shaved off his goatee but Wanda recognized them immediately. Her heart leaped into her throat. She tried to scream but couldn't find her voice. Then it was too late. The Negro had her. His bony black hand slapped over her mouth, crushing her lips against her teeth and silencing her quite effectively while she was still in a state of shock. She hadn't uttered a peep and now she couldn't cry out.
"Make a sound and you're dead!" the black hissed. "Got that?"
Her blue eyes bulging with terror, Wanda nodded as best she could with the back of her head pressed tight against his chest and his hand mashed painfully over her mouth.
"You shouldn't have been so nosey the other night, lady," the Mexican said. "Shouldn't have come to Ozzie's room complaining we were makin' too much noise. When we saw you with the mutt, we figured you was just some cunt in one of the other rooms. You rent out number ten tonight?"
Wanda shook her head fearfully.
"That's good. We been watchin' the place," the young black man, about twenty-five, said, "We would've called on you last night 'cept we smelled the pig you was shacked up with. Raymundo, get the key to ten off the board there. You're going over there with us, Blondie. You're gonna act like you're showing us a room, understand? I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth, and we're gonna all walk over to number ten with you leading the way. Don't try anything. I got a gun in my pocket and it'll be aimed right at the middle of your back."
He took his hand away then, and Wanda sucked air. "What do you w-want? Why do you n-need me? You've got the key."
"Aw, come on now, we can't leave you here where you can get at that phone, now can we? Think we're stupid or somethin'?" The Negro laughed and poked her in the small of her back with what felt like the muzzle of a pistol. "Get movin'!"
She moved, out the door and toward ten, walking cautiously with the two killers only a step behind her. If they'd been watching, they knew the prowl car had just passed through and wouldn't be back for nearly an hour, that they had nothing to worry about from the police during that time. And they also knew she was alone except for Larry and Deena, who were asleep in the apartment.
"You're not going to harm my kids, are you? They're sleeping. They don't know anything about this."
"Nothing?" Raymundo asked, handing her the key as they neared the unit.
"Nothing that could hurt you in any way. I swear it."
"Then well just leave them be, Blondie," the Negro said matter-of-factly. "Open the door. Turn on the light like we're customers and you're showing us the room."
Wanda did as she was told and preceded them into the room. She had no choice. She was petrified that they were going to kill her but they hadn't threatened to do so yet and she didn't dare mention her fear that they would. Perhaps they didn't plan to murder her, after all, and she didn't intend to give them the idea if they didn't already have it.
"Better lock the door, Jim," Raymundo said, and the Negro did.
"Why did you bring me here? What do you want?" Wanda gasped. She couldn't hold back the questions. Her teeth were chattering and she was shaking. "You're going to kill me in here, aren't you, the w-way you killed Mister Osgood?"
"Maybe not," Raymundo said. His tall black friend snorted and glared at him, as if they'd been having an argument that wasn't fully settled, but Raymundo ignored him and went on, "Killin' don't set right with me, especially a pretty lady like you. Now, it wasn't exactly murder with Ozzie. Jim killed him, sure, but the bastard had it comin'."
"Shut up, Raymundo!"
"What the hell difference does it make?" the Mexican snapped back at the Negro. "Maybe if she knows the whole story, she'll be a lady and forget what we look like."
Jim grumbled and walked over to the wall furnace as Raymundo sat down on the side of the bed and pulled Wanda onto his lap.
The stocky Mexican grinned as he began fondling her tit with one hand and reached up under her dress to feel up her privates with the other.
"Stop it!" Wanda whined, but she didn't dare slap him.
"Come on, lady, spread your legs and let me cop a feel. You wanna be nice to me, don't you? Or would you rather I shut up, like Jim said, and let him get his hands around your throat and fix it so you can't testify against him in court, or even identify him or me in a police lineup. We don't figure to get caught, but of course we might, and Jim's awful worried about you fingering him. He'd rather you be dead when we leave outta here tonight."
"Don't let him k-kill me!" Wanda pleaded.
The swarthy young Mexican grinned triumphantly. "Then open up them legs and let me feel what you got. I always was partial to pretty blonde ladies. I might let you suck my cock. Would you like that, huh?"
"God help me!" Wanda wailed thinly, and the vulgar Mexican howled his delight.
Her body was tense and rigid as she felt his hand slipping in between her dimpled knees, prying apart her nylon-encased legs. Since her life depended on it, she yielded to the pressure and allowed her legs to part slowly and very reluctantly. Her cheeks burned with humiliation and shame when Raymundo's insistent hand delved under her dress and began stroking lewdly up the insides of her quivering thighs.
She could see the skinny nigger, his gun out of his pocket now and in his hand, keeping an eye on them as he lifted off the front of the Wall furnace which was no longer used and began poking around inside, and she couldn't help wondering what he was looking for.
"It's not in here!" Jim growled. "Leave that cunt alone and help me find the loot, goddamn you!"
"What's he looking for?" Wanda asked timidly, partly because of her curiosity and partly because she hoped to divert the horny Mexican's attention from her. He'd cupped her crotch and was brazenly rubbing her secret spot through the sheer nylon of her panty crotchband.
"Shit!" Raymundo cursed. He backed out his hand, picked her up and dumped her on the bed. "Turn over onto your stomach and put your hands behind your back."
Afraid not to, Wanda did as he said. He took off his belt and bound her wrists together at the small of her back. Then he stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth and said he would knock out her teeth if she tried to spit it out and call for help.
Horrified, Wanda lay there docilely, shivering, as the two young men began ferreting out and searching every likely hiding spot in the motel unit. They even took the lid off the toilet tank and peered down into the water. But what they were looking for evidently wasn't there, either, for they were both getting more and more angry, cursing and bickering at one another.
"It's got to be here, goddamn it! Somewhere in this fuckin' room!" she heard one of them say.
And then they were talking quieter, in the John. She could hear their voices but not their words. It didn't matter to her what they were saying. This was her chance. They were paying her no attention, had apparently forgotten about her.
Using her tongue and cheeks, Wanda began working the balled mass of the saliva-wetted handkerchief from her mouth as she slid on her belly off the bed and came to rest with her knees on the floor.
There was a small twenty-four-hour grocery across the divided street-highway. People were coming and going there all night long. She would try to make it to the store. Someone would hear her shouting and help her, or at least come out to see what the ruckus was all about. The killers wouldn't follow her across the lighted street and into the brightly lighted parking lot of the all-night grocery, would they? Where they would surely be seen by others?
She didn't know what they would do. She could only hope and pray that she could slip out unnoticed and get a head start before they discovered she was missing. She was at the door now, her bound hands fumbling awkwardly behind her. Her fingers found the doorknob. The night latch was higher, about a foot higher, in fact, and it hurt her arms as she attempted to force her hands up the middle of her back.
With her hands tied together, she couldn't reach it. The latch was too high! Cold sweat popped out on her forehead. Frantically she leaned forward a little and stretched her arms out behind her. Almost! Her fingers had brushed the latch, but where was it now?!
The gag was half out of her mouth. She was up on her tiptoes now, leaning forward, fighting to keep her balance as she groped desperately for the latch which she knew was there but couldn't find!
Hard metal. An oblong hunk of it. Her fingers found it at last and gripped it securely. A twist. That's all it would take. Then she could turn the doorknob, furtively ease open the door and slip outside to make good her life-or-death escape.
There was a metallic click as she twisted the latch and unbolted the door. Her heart skipped a beat. Had they heard it? No. They were still in the John, talking. But they wouldn't be in there much longer from the sound of their angry voices; the bathroom door was open and they could see if they happened to look out.
Oh, no! Her hands were sweating so she couldn't get a good grip on the doorknob! She had to hurry. Never had she been aware of such a need to hurry! Her fingers clamped like a vise around the doorknob. It slipped a little in her perspiring hand but it was turning! Just a little more! Please, God!
"What the hell?!"
It was a masculine voice, full of fury. She looked up and saw the irate criminals rushing toward her with murder in their eyes. Her hand slipped on the doorknob and it sprang back to its original position. Desperately she tried to blow out the gag and scream, her mind whirling with the thought:
SO CLOSE BUT I DIDN'T MAKE IT! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME! I'M AS GOOD AS DEAD!
Then Wanda knew nothing for her terror snapped something inside her and she passed out crumpling to the floor in a heap, just inside the door which she'd almost managed to get open.
CHAPTER NINE
When she came to she couldn't utter a sound and could scarcely move a muscle. She was spread-eagled on the bed. Her arms and legs were stretched out tautly with her hands and feet tied to the four corners. They'd stripped her to the buff and ripped up her clothes to make the strips with which to bind her helpless and vulnerable to whatever fiendish torture they wished to perpetrate upon her defenseless, womanly body.
There was a larger gag in her mouth. It felt smooth and slick. She knew it was her panties they'd stuffed into her mouth. And she couldn't spit them out. One of her nylon stockings was tied around her head, through her lips and teeth, holding the mass of her bunched briefs into her oral cavern. A muffled moan was all she could get out. The other stocking was looped around her neck Boston-Strangler style, telling her more clearly than words that they were going to kill her-and how she would get it.
It was horrible, grotesque, terrifying. She didn't want to die. Not yet and certainly not this dreadful way.
Frantically she strained at her bonds, bowing up and pulling with all her might before she fell back drenched with the icy sweat of stark horror. It was no use. She couldn't break free. The material of her dress was strong and they'd used rope-like rolls of it rather than mere strips. She was hopelessly bound and gagged, theirs to do with as they pleased. They could slaughter her like a hog if they wanted to and she was powerless even to scream out in agony.
She could hear them laughing uproariously at her futile efforts to free herself, and her blood ran cold with the realization that neither of them had an ounce of mercy for her. They'd killed once. She was a threat to their lives so long as she could identify them. They wouldn't hesitate a moment to slay her and remove the one witness against them. Dear God, why hadn't she let the police put her into protective custody? But it was too late for that now. They had her. No one knew it. Nothing outside looked suspicious. She'd told the police operator she was going to bed. She was done for.
But not yet. It wasn't going to be that easy. Both of the brutal young men were naked, their cocks hard as rocks. Apparently it excited them to have her nude and helplessly bound in a vulgar, spread-eagled position on her back. She could tell by their lustful expressions that they'd been waiting for her to regain consciousness so they could rape and degrade her sexually before they tightened the nylon stocking around her throat and left her strangled to death on the bed of her shame.
They approached her, one on each side of the bed, and sat down beside her. The skinny nigger began running his black hands over her soft, white body. Wanda wanted to scream with outrage at the vulgarity of his lurid fondling of her breasts and blonde genitals.
"It was up there," the stocky Mexican said, pointing to a gaping hole in the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. They had removed the ventilator grille from the recently installed central heating and air-conditioning duct. "Sixty-three thousand dollars. Old Ozzie hid it good, but we got it now. You might as well know what it's all about, since you won't be tellin' nobody. The three of us pulled a bank job in Los Angeles. Ozzie double-crossed us and took off with the loot. He should've known better. Gave us quite a chase and must've thought he'd lost us. He almost did, too, but old Jim there is like a bloodhound when he's after somebody. Guess Ozzie figured we wouldn't finish him off till we had the money. His mistake. Yours was when you came knocking on the door all upset about that little bit of noise the three of us were makin' in here. Now, ain't you sorry you did that, lady? It's your fault we got to kill you. We're gonna fuck you first, though, huh, Jim?"
"Man, yeah!" the evilly grinning Negro slurred through thick black lips. "Gonna cram my ten-incher up into her blonde box and fuck that white ass plumb off'n her!"
Wanda cringed in fear and painful disgust as the black devil simultaneously tweaked one of her tender coral nipples and roughly jabbed two long, knobby fingers into the defenseless, still-dry crevice between her wide-splayed legs.
"You took her puss," Raymundo reminded mirthfully. "So don't you worry none about her ass. It's mine and, oh, man, am I gonna ream it out good for her!"
She clenched shut her eyes, grimacing in pain as the ugly nigger started pumping his fingers in and out of the hair-fringed slot of her unlubricated sex opening.
"Come on, bitch, get hot. Make some juice so's I can get my meat into this little blonde horse collar without it hurtin' me too much," Wanda could hear him saying as he abused her secret parts with his bony fingers. "What's the matter with you? Don't you want my black dong stuck into that white belly?"
Frantically she shook her head, thinking, Hell no, you nasty nigger, I don't want ANY part of you! Especially your filthy black dick! God, why don't they just go ahead and kill me? I think I'd rather die! No! My Lord, what am I thinking? I don't want to die! Not now! Not like this! Oh, merciful Father, why are they doing these awful things to me?!
The Negro laughed. He swung astride her midsection. His long, hard phallus flopped down along the center of her chest. With the palms of his hands he cupped the outer curves of her large, firm/soft breasts and folded their inner slopes over his organ, molding her flesh to his pulsing hot dick. The creamy skin of her milk-white tits formed a channel around his coal-black cock. He grinned down at her tortured face-he was hurting her tender titflesh-and began stroking his member up and down in the tittie pussy he'd made of her womanly mounds.
"You like that, don't you, honky? Feels good to them big knockers, huh?"
Wanda shook her head, but actually it didn't feel bad. The pain of his fingers biting into her boobs had lessened by this time and his prong felt hot and fat. She hated him, loathed the grossness of what he was doing to her, and yet she couldn't deny that a wicked thrill was building within her at being bound helplessly for this uncouth nigger and slob of a Mexican to defile her body against her will, in any and every way they wished.
It was almost soothing the way the thick shaft of his erected penis slid rhythmically up and down between her held-together breasts, the bluntly rounded head of it poking her under the chin and spotting the smooth skin there with smears of his leaking seminal fluid.
Suddenly he released her tits and they sprang free, jiggling as they settled back into their rightful places on her chest. Up onto his knees he came, his testicles brushing her chin as he positioned his tool above her face and ordered her to open her eyes and have a look at what her belly was going to get.
Unwillingly Wanda opened her eyes, and when she caught sight of his organ looming over her head, she groaned inwardly, Oh, God forbid! Not that! He's huge! I'll never be able to take it!
Detecting the fear in her blue eyes, he taunted, "Never seen one like that, have you?" When she shook her head, he added, "It's a big mutha, all right. Kind'a proud of it, I am. His Majesty, I calls it. Black, ain't it? Like ebony. Tell me the truth, Blondie, you ever had any black meat before?"
"Noom!" Wanda wailed mournfully, the gag in her mouth forcing the plaintive sound out through her nose, and she shut her eyes tight, refusing to look at the monster cock which she feared would split her in half.
He laughed derisively and shifted about. She could feel the wild hairs on his testicles brushing her lips as he lowered the wrinkled, dark-brown bag containing his walnut-sized balls into the opening formed by the gag. With her panties in her mouth, secured by the nylon stocking tied around her head, her teeth were forced open so wide that it was impossible for her to close her lips all the way. She deplored having him swipe his nigger nuts back and forth through the smoothness of her parted oral petals, but there was nothing she could do about it. She tried to turn her head but his hands held it where he wanted it. She attempted to bite his coarse-haired nutsac but only succeeded in nibbling his gonads with her lips, which delighted him and humiliated her even more.
"Noom! 'lease, 'lease!" she pleaded muffledly through her panty-gag.
Which was a mistake, she soon learned, for the more she begged him not to, the more pleasure he took in debasing her this way. Finally she quit trying to speak and lay there sobbing with shame as the cackling Negro obscenely rubbed his balls and then the swollen, secretion-dripping head of his penis over every inch of her white woman's face. A couple of times he even pulled up her head and thrust his black lance through the soft curls of her disheveled blonde hair. Once he nearly suffocated her when, wiping his foul-smelling ass on her face, he paused to bear down and force her nose part way into his putrid asshole while his heavy, hot testicles, separated by the bridge of her nose, lay one over each of her wildly blinking blue eyes.
Wanda had not yet caught her breath from that demeaning act of sadistic cruelty when the brute jumped back, sat down roughly on her stomach, grasped the tumescent coral tips of her breasts and tried to yank them off her.
"NNNNNN! OONNGG! NNNNNNN!!!" she screamed, but the sound was forced through her nose and made to come out in nothing louder than a piteous groan. The jagged pain of it was excruciating. Wanda had to look down to be sure he hadn't actually ripped off her nipples.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" he chortled, knowing damned well that he had.
The slender trunk of his body was remarkably pliable. He remained seated on her abdomen and bowed his back, lowering his head to her chest. With thumb and forefinger, he captured one of her abused nipples and began rolling it and tweaking it. The other was taken prisoner by his hot, wet mouth, and he sucked it hungrily as his pink tongue flailed incessantly at the hard little berry standing out at the very tip of her coral areola.
Her nipples were ultra-sensitive after the way he'd pinched and yanked them. It amazed Wanda, but the treatment he was now giving them felt lovely. She didn't want to enjoy his suctioning mouth and his knowledgeably kneading fingers, but little by little she began to. There was nothing she could do about it.
He kept at her erogenous nipples for what seemed an ungodly long time to the helplessly spread-eagled blonde. It got better and better. Soon, she was sighing with the unwanted pleasure of it and squirming in sensual discomfort. Her pussy started leaking and she knew he was getting to her. Under the circumstances it was insane, but she couldn't help thinking about his massive black cock. Wanda groaned aloud in frustrated anger at herself when her tormented body overruled her resisting mind and made her aware of the fact that she wanted him to slide lower and impale her with his gigantic male organ.
It was as if he'd read her mind. He sat up, reached behind him and felt her exposed cunt. A victorious smile spread over his ugly face. "Nice and wet now, ain't it? You ready for this, Blondie?" He took his upward-angled pole in hand and shook it at it.
Her blue eyes had a glassy appearance to them as she stared fearfully at his immense peter and shook her head no. His response was a burst of mocking laughter.
"You're lyin'. Tell me the truth. Do you want my black cock stuffed up into that hot little white belly of yours or not?"
Wanda whimpered. Her eyelids fluttered then closed. Reeling with shame, she nodded her head and silently admitted that she did want that lovely big dick in her. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life, but God help her, it was the truth. He was a smart-aleck nigger and a vicious criminal to boot, but he had a magnificent dong on him and she could hardly wait to feel it spreading her wide open as he forced it deep into her helplessly bound body.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he chortled. "You blonde pigs are all alike. I've fucked plenty like you, give 'em their kicks. They all thought my black dick was dirty, I could tell, but that's the way they wanted it. The dirtier the better. I can tell you're thinking the same thing right now! Well, ain't you?"
She moaned urgently and nodded, thinking, Shut up, you jabbering bastard, and get that nasty nigger dick into me! Hurry! I want it now! Oh, God, yesss ... how I WANT ITTTH!
"Fuck her, Jim." Raymundo urged. "Put it in her now, man, and shag it to her. Hurry it up. I want some of her, too, and we ain't got all night."
Jim grunted agreeably. He assumed the dominant position above Wanda and settled in between her widely spread legs. He took his rampant rod in hand, skinned it all the way back and wedged the forefront of the bulging, blue-black head between the puffy pink softness of her dew-drenched labia majora.
Wanda could feel the Negro's mushrooming crown parting her hair-rimmed sex petals, stretching her flesh as he worked it deeper into her vulnerable opening with all the gentleness of a concerned bridegroom penetrating his beloved for the first time. This surprised her and she experienced an unexpected surge of warmth for him. Then she remembered that he was going to strangle her to death later and recalled that he'd been worried about it hurting him not her when he put it in, and she shivered with fear, hating him but still wanting to be fucked by him anyway.
"Unn, unn!" she puled, trembling with anticipation as the inevitable pain of taking such a large phallus made itself known in the dilated vestibule of her hairy hole."
She bit into her panty-gag and turned her head to the side, her face screwing up in bittersweet agony as he pressed harder and forced her yielding tissue to open wide and take in another fraction of an inch of his doorknob-sized glans penis.
"God A'mighty, you're tight!" he whined. It was an appreciative whine rather than one of complaint, however, for the big-dicked Negro dearly loved to bore into the tight twat of a young white woman and leave it a sloppy loose fuckhole after he'd spunked his load. "Take it, take it! Open up for His Magesty!"
"OONNN, OONNN!" Wanda moaned, chewing her panties as she felt him increase the pressure within the fluted folds of her tender portal.
It hurt like hell but the pain had a sexual overtone that only excited her all the more. All but the broad flare of his tufted black corona was into her. Although it felt like he was tearing her tissues, the ache in her loins was a delicious, maddening incitement. Her heels and shoulders bore down into the bed as she arched upward, straining to shove up her ravenous snatch and help him get the nearly impossible girth of his rampant male turgidity into her.
The crimson circle of her tautly stretched inner lips quivered yieldingly around the blue-black knob of his invading organ, until finally they were dilated sufficiently and his giant cockhead burst through them and lurched blindly into the lower region of her vaginal tube.
Raggedly Wanda sucked in air through her enlarged nostrils as the huge prick reamed swiftly up her silky sheath to plunder the depths of her heaving belly. It felt like he'd made a fist and was ramming his arm up her!
"NAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" the breath rushed from her lungs when she felt the fist-like protuberance of his hard-rubber crown crash joltingly against the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus and shove that most feminine of all her female organs a good three inches higher into her shuddering body.
If she hadn't known better, she would've thought he was cramming his unstoppable dickhead clear up into her chest, for it certainly felt like it. He was going where nothing had ever gone before, penetrating her to an unbelievable depth. Inch after inch after inch of his monstrous black dong skidded jerkily in through the shimmering red lips of her gripping sex slot.
At long last his stomach clapped down over hers. His heavy testicles swung forward and effected a lurid slapping sound as they whacked into the creamy-white valley of her widespread, cringing buttocks.
"HOONNGG, HOONNGG!" she groaned pitifully through her gag, her body quaking as she sucked air gaspingly through her nose.
She'd taken it all, but it'd damned near killed her to do it. Sweat popped out in glittering beads all over her tremulous torso. She was stuffed with pulsating cock, impaled to the limit. It was horrible and glorious, both at the same time. They were going to kill her and she knew it, but she couldn't seem to care about that now.
Wanda felt like a sacrificial lamb being offered up to the most-high god of Lust, and she gloried in the wild excitement of the moment. All in the world that mattered to her was the whopping length of the black man's womb-displacing trugidity. She could feel his bloated organ throbbing inside her like the idling engine of some powerful racing car.
"OOOM, OOOM, OOOM!" she chanted, as he began hunching it to her.
His typically protuberant Negroid buttocks clenched and unclenched rhythmically. His black rump rose and fell swiftly and smoothly between her milk-white thighs. The fluttering folds of her encircling cuntlips clung to the nearly wrist-thick girth of his pussy-wetted, glistening black shaft, folding in around it during the instroke and then drawing out all red and distended to pull suckingly on his departing organ during each outstroke. The enormous head of his driving dong kept her womb bobbing up and down in her stomach like a cork on a wind-waved lake.
It hurt to have such a mammoth male instrument plundering her defenseless body; but the hurt was a good hurt, godawful good, and it gave Wanda a tremendous wicked thrill to be tied up and ravished so thoroughly by this vulgar buck nigger. Her Judas loins loved the defiling prick sawing incessantly away at the blonde-fringed orifice between her trussed-apart legs. Unable to hold herself in check, the muscles in her back and abdomen rippled beneath her perspiration-coated skin as she flung aside the remaining shreds of her sense of decency and started humping her hairy hole hungrily up to take in the descending length of his impaling pole.
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" came her muffled outcries of lust as she began helping the nigger fuck into her.
"Can't you see she likes my meat?" Jim huffed to his Mexican buddy. "Cut her feet loose, man, so's she can shake that white ass for me!"
Raymundo produced a switchblade from the pocket of his discarded trousers and sliced the bonds attaching Wanda's ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.
Her conscious mind was out of it now. Wanda was functioning solely on the insane passion of her rampaging lust. She hadn't wanted any of this, but now that it was happening the tide of her carnal nature was rising and sweeping her away.
As Raymundo freed her ankles, leaving the rolled strips of her ruined frock around them like slave manacles, she drew up the tapering columns of her shapely legs, bending them at the knees, and planted the soles of her small bare feet on each side of the young black's steadily thrusting hips.
"OOOOH!" she sighed, the cords connecting her thighs to her steaming groin standing out boldly, twitching, jerking as she employed the muscles in her legs to slam her sperm-starved pussy rapidly up to her callous rapist, matching him stroke for womb-jolting stroke.
"Like my cock, do you, honky?" he slurred insultingly, and without waiting for her answer, he threw a volley of pile-driving thrusts into her."
"OOOM ... MMMM ... MMM-HUMMM ... NNN-AAAAH!" she moaned slavishly through her gag, admitting what he already knew from the glassy sheen of her eyes and the enthralled expression on her lovely face.
"SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT! BOUNCE THAT ASS! FUCK, BITCH, FUCK!" he husked incitingly as suddenly he pulled out all the stops and began rutting into her like some demented wild animal.
"UN-OONG ... OONNGGHHHH!!!" Wanda groaned, but she stayed right with him, missing only a couple of strokes before she caught the faster cadence of his rough, deep thrusting.
The bedsprings rasped squawkingly under the fury of the panting black man's ruinous assault upon the sweat-soaked body of his helpless blonde victim. It looked for all the world like he was attempting to ream out her hidden tunnel and set her raw-red cunt lips afire with the friction of his berserkly pistoning pylon. The blood-engorged head of his rampaging pole battered rapid-fire against the lower end of her displaced womb, jolting it about inside her and bruising its tender mouth.
He was sweating and grunting, the black man above her, giving her a fucking such as she'd never had before. His long, fat dick pumped the sump of her copiously secreting vaginal well, making squishing and splashing noises as he rammed the filling organ in and out of her with sledge-hammer force.
It was impossible for her to keep up with him Her lovely long legs flopped limply down to the bed and began jerking about. She made her hands into fists and strained against the bonds which held her arms out in a position of Christ like crucifixion.
He was hitting into her so hard he was scooting her higher up in the bed. The force of his attack squashed her quivering buttocks against the jouncing mattress like mashed balloons, but her resilient asscheeks sprang right back for more as his massive, sex-slick organ backed part way out of her feverish body, the gripping outer folds of her hair-fringed crack dragging out around his retreating shaft, fluttering submissively as if they couldn't stand to lose it for even a split second. She was so full of the hot paste of female desire that her pouting twat could be heard sucking longingly at his sturdy prong during each outstroke.
The searing heat of their unholy black/white union was too much for poor Wanda's mortal cuntflesh to long endure. A tremendous orgasm blasted through her without warning. The intensity of it wrenched her guts and seemed to explode her womb.
"NNNNNN-AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried out gutturally, throwing back her head as her dainty toes curled down and hugged the balls of her feet.
Her legs flopped about like fish out of water, her pink heels beating the mattress erratically.
Inside her the pent-up tensions of her undesired lust swirled about in a thunderous storm of orgasmic fulfillment.
"OHH, OHH ... OH, GODDAMN!" the skinny nigger bleated, and crammed his oversized prick balls-deep into the irresistible wet heat of her joyously clasping cunt. "UNG, UNG, UNG!" he grunted mindlessly, emptying his bloated balls into her heaving belly.
"AAAAH-GOOONNNGGGHHH!!!" Wanda groaned mournfully, her head snapping ecstatically from side to side as he started cumming with her.
His massive black root was planted to the hilt in her rippling white abdomen. With every jangling nerve in her climax-racked body she was keenly aware of his pecker pounding and jerking about inside her, spewing out geyser-like gushes of his nasty nigger ball juice. The gluey streams of his pressurized semen sprayed forcefully into her vagina and splashed all hot and thick against the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsively spasming uterus.
"HU-OONG, HU-OONG!!!" she moaned, fighting for breath, great currents of air hissing in and out through the enlarged openings of her passion-flared nostrils.
Wanda was caught up in a mind-blowing cum that threatened to shatter her very soul. Her insides were dancing like crazy, grabbing at his sperm-spurting cock with strong convulsions that milked the spiraling jets of his rusty load up from his body-hugging nuts and sucked it greedily into the roiling depths of her sweltering loins.
She fell back sobbing brokenly, making gurgling noises in her throat, as her sweat-dripping body shivered and shook uncontrollably in a spastic fit of carnal rapture.
The Negro was a virtual reservoir of cum. He kept pumping the viscous substance into the blubbering white woman until her cock-stuffed vagina couldn't hold any more. Frothy white waves of his glutinous jism oozed out past the tight connection of her inflamed cuntal labia and the flared base of his pulsating black rod, washing over his dark, twitching balls and running in lurid streaks down the satin-smooth inner slops of her quivering buttocks to coat the crack of her ass and form a jiggling pool of thick, whitish slime in the soft pink ring of her puckered, rhythmically winking anus.
"Come on, Jim, get your cock out of her. It's my turn now," Raymundo said, sounding eager but worried. "We shouldn't be screwing around with her this long."
"Don't get uptight, man," Jim told him as he backed his long, spongy black dong from the gaping, cum-dribbling hole between Wanda's limber, weakknead legs. "Everything looks normal outside. Nothing to worry about from the pigs long as we get out of here 'fore daylight."
"Yeah, sure. Help me turn her over."
The Negro grinned. "Ass man all the way, ain't you?"
"Nothing like it. Especially if it's a nice virgin asshole," the horny Mexican replied. "How about it, lady, ever had a cock up your ass?"
"NOOM!" Wanda moaned, struggling futilely as the two men cut loose her wrists, flipped her over onto her stomach and then, using the pieces of dress material hanging from her wrists, tied her hands together behind her back, rendering her totally helpless against the perverted attack she knew was coming.
While the Negro had been giving her his massive organ, she'd forgotten about everything else including the sodomitically inclined Mexican. But now Raymundo was on the bed with her, grasping his hips and lifting her rump into the air, positioning her so she would be vulnerable to his fiendish desire.
God, how she dreaded this. It was a crime against nature, what he meant to do to her, and she was completely unable to defend herself. Just the thought of being used in this horribly degrading manner struck fear in her heart and filled her with nausea. When she felt his bulging, hot cockhead pushing vulgarly in between the soft white moons of her quivering, upraised butt, Wanda feared she would throw up and drown in her own vomit because of the gag which would prevent its escape.
She was on her knees and shoulders, her legs spread slightly, with her large dangling tits and the side of her face mashed flat against the mattress.
As the bluntly rounded tip of the pervert's rock-hard pecker probed insistently into the defenseless ring of her sperm-slick puckered rectum, she whimpered fearfully and sucked air in and out through the enlarged openings of her tremulous nostrils.
He couldn't get it in. Her anal aperture was too tiny and, despite the sticky coating of the Negro's ejaculate, there wasn't sufficient lubrication. But this was a problem the stocky Mexican had met with on many occasions, and he knew how to rectify the situation.
Confident that success would soon be forthcoming, he deserted Wanda's rosebud anus temporarily and dipped his tool into the moist heat of her stretched, superslick pussy.
"Ooom, ooom!" she puled, surprised that he'd given up so easily but glad that he had. She didn't want his stony peter in her anus, but it felt good in her twat even though it was smaller than his friend's, and she was perfectly willing to let him hump her dog fashion so long as he had it in the right place.
However, Raymundo was only collecting lubrication in the form of Wanda's and Jim's mixed sexual secretions. After he'd hunched her six or seven times, he backed his rod from her blonde snatch and aimed its inflamed, angry-appearing head once more at the tiny buttonhole of her unprotected rectum. His rampant erection glistened wetly with her clear cuntal juices, and whitish streaks of the cum the Negro had deposited in her clung luridly to it, as well.
"Now, lady, take a deep breath and relax, 'cause I'm coming in all the way this time," Raymundo warned, his dark, stubby fingers biting into her hips as he wedged the forefront of his purplish crown into the too-small pink orifice of her forbidden rear portal.
"UNN, UNN!" she protested, her blue eyes bulging as the pain of his renewed assault arced jaggedly out from her abused anal region.
He was forcing the mushrooming glans into her bit by bit, brutally stretching the smooth, cringing rim of her tiny entrance. Oh, God, IT HURTS! she groaned inwardly.
The Mexican held her steady and bored slowly but surely into her impossibly small butthole with the slippery, bloated head of his thick organ.
"OONG, OONG!" she whined, shivering and biting her gag. The pain was terrible. She was sure he was ripping her flesh.
Actually the pussy-wetted head of his male turgidity was embedding itself quite nicely into her vulnerable backside. It was stretching hell out of her rectum, but her anal tissue was healthy. There were no tears as yet. Her rubbery ring was yielding submissively to the pulsing bulb of his probing member, opening with great reluctance and spasms of intense pain as he sank the swollen dome into her.
"GODDAMN! OHHHHH! GODDAMN!" he cried excitedly, and jerked her rump toward him as he uttered a howl and snapped his hips viciously."
"NAAAAA-AAAAHH-G A AAAHHHHHHHH!!! " Wanda bleated piteously, as the bulging cockhead burst brutally in through the agonizingly dilated ring of her raped rectum.
Her face contorted with the excruciating pain of it. She sucked air hissingly and gnashed her teeth into the gag as the full length of his bronze rod lurched into her like a battering ram, impaling her to the hilt. Great sheets of fiery pain seared her guts, causing her to bow up and shudder convulsively.
With callous disregard for the misery he was inflicting upon her, the powerful Mexican shoved her head back down and started cornholing her with rough, turd-packing thrusts. The nasal tone of her anguished sobbing only whetted his unnatural appetite and spurred him on. He was like a wild bull on a hobbled heifer, his swarthy rump arcing with swift rapidity as he buggered her pain-racked butthole fast and hard.
Wanda thought she was going to faint and wished to God she could, because he was ravaging her, splitting her in half.
But the blessed relief of unconsciousness eluded her, and to her utter amazement, her violated anus began to accept the gross indecency of his ruinously rampaging prick. Once she got over the shock of penetration, the mind-numbing pain began to ebb rapidly away, leaving in its place a burning and itching sensation that screamed out demandingly for the sturdy shaft of his pistoning cudgel to keep it up, keep it up!
It still hurt like the dickens but it felt good, too, and Wanda feared she might go out of her mind if the vulgar Mexican stopped ramming his stony dick in and out of her suffering, sweat-drenched body. She despised the criminal misuse of her erogenous anus; yet now that he had it in and was sodomizing her thoroughly, she could not deny that the perverted act was becoming acutely pleasurable. It still hurt but the pain itself had undergone a change and was now an exciting, throbbing ache that she welcomed with all her feminine being.
Illicit thrills blasted through her. Though it was incredible to her, Wanda found herself immensely enjoying the intense mixture of pain and pleasure which she was forced to endure as a result of the dignity-stripping act of perverted cruelty being perpetrated upon her helpless body. She was disinclined to worry about the wickedness of her response to the unexpected sensations of sodomitic agony/ecstasy. It didn't feel a bit like having a cock up her cunt, was totally different, but it was wildly exciting and godawful good in its own painful way to have a fat dick ramming rapid-fire up her pumping-in-and-out asshole.
Heaving a whimper-like sob of unconditional surrender, she began moaning, "MMM, MMM, MMMMM!" as she rolled her lovely rump around and around and rocked it back and forth to help him fuck his wonderful prick into her fluttering anal opening harder and faster and deeper.
"YEAH, LADY!" Raymundo rasped, sliding his hands along the feverish smoothness of her perspiration-slick skin. He grasped her by her trim waist, tugging at her thrashing torso as he increased his cornholing motions and started really powering the pole to her wagging butt. Her asshole was hot as a furnace on the inside, and unbelievably tight around his plunging prong. "SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT ... OHH, OHHH ... SLAM IT BACK TO MEEE!!!"
That's exactly what Wanda was doing-shaking her butt and shoving it back to take in his furiously pistoning dong. She could hardly get her breath but that didn't matter. Her asshole was on fire. She could feel it pulling out around his departing, brown-tinged organ, then folding into her body as he hunched it home again and again. The throbbing head plowed thrillingly into the roiling depths of her superheated bowels, creating a suction in her gripping anal canal that tugged maddeningly at her quivering viscera.
A cock up my ass! her lust-fogged mind screamed. And I love it! Lord, it's so filthy ... but wonderful! Go, you nasty Mexican! Give it to me, you studhorse bastard! Rip me! Tear me! Impale me! Sodomize the SHIT OUT OF MEEE!!!
The moment the skinny Negro had been eagerly awaiting was fast approaching. He'd read once how the ancient Chinese found it exquisite to cornhole geese, choking them at the last moment so as to experience the powerful gripping sensations of their buttholes while the birds were undergoing the convulsive throes of death. He'd decided this blonde bird was to die in exactly the same manner, with her body heaving and her asshole sucking and grabbing at Raymundo's dick while he blew his load into her.
He was going to murder Wanda for the sheer thrill of it. Raymundo had wanted to take her with them and then dump her somewhere after they'd made good their escape, but Jim had convinced the Mexican that was too dangerous, that they had to get rid of her permanently.
What Raymundo didn't know was that his so-called friend planned to do away with him, too. The sadistic Negro could hardly wait until the unsuspecting Raymundo started to cum, for at that moment he would draw the nylon stocking tight around the blonde's neck and induce the tremors of death for Raymundo to enjoy via her spastically gripping anus. But then, while the final jets of the Mexican's sperm was spurting into the dying woman, Jim was going to plunge Raymundo's own switchblade into his heart and watch him crumple over the woman and die with her. What an improvement he was making on the ancient Chinese sport; and afterward he would have the stolen money all to himself. The idea for the bizarre double slaying had struck him while he watched Raymundo straining to get his dick into her tiny pink rectum. It pleased him. He wanted to do it. And now it was time.
Having dressed hastily for the occasion, Jim palmed Raymundo's switchblade and climbed onto the bed. Wanda and Raymundo were so caught up in the wild passion of sodomy they hardly noticed him. He squatted over Wanda's head. His black hands shook with the thrill of it as he grasped the foot and topband of the nylon stocking looped around Wanda's neck and made ready to draw it tight at the proper instant.
"Raymundo." He was facing the sweating, grunting, blissfully humping Mexican, watching his shit-smeared dick fuck into her clasping anus.
"Huh?" Raymundo grunted, his glassy eyes narrowed down to mere slits in the upper part of his rapturous face.
"Tell me when you're about to shoot off, buddy. I've got a real treat in store for you."
Only half-hearing him, not understanding what he meant, Raymundo nodded dully and kept hammering the meat up the ass of the moaning, whimpering blonde, neither of them suspecting that Raymundo's impending orgasm could bring death to both of them.
Bone tired from interrogating a suspected dope pusher for hours, Detective Sergeant Hal Kincaid climbed from the taxi and approached the lighted office of the motel ready to apologize for not calling Wanda even though he hadn't had a chance to do so until only moments ago. It surprised him the lights were still on. He'd expected to have to ring the night bell and get Wanda out of bed to let him in. Pleased that she'd waited up for him, Hal broke into a smile as he knocked softly on the office door.
No answer. It was nearly three-thirty. Thinking she might be snoozing on the couch, Hal cupped his face and pressed his nose to the glass door, straining to see around the partially drawn curtain. He could see half of the couch, but it was apparent that Wanda wasn't lying on it. He knocked on the aluminum frame again, harder this time, and the door moved.
His guts knotted instinctively, the hairs on his neck bristling. Wanda was much too smart to have retired and left the door unlocked. He shoved open the door and entered the empty office, his detective's gaze sweeping it in an automatic, professional search.
The keys for units one through eight were missing from the board. Number nine's key was hanging in its rightful place, along with all the others save ten, which was glaringly conspicuous to his trained eye by its very absence.
There was a sinking sensation in the pit of Hal's stomach. His blood flashed cold with worry then hot with anger. Back out the door he went, snatching his service revolver from its shoulder holster as he broke into a run toward ten, the only room in the entire motel with lights on inside it.
Fearing he would find the room empty except for Wanda's lifeless body, he brushed aside the possibility that number ten might be rented to innocent citizens. If it was, then he could apologize for his actions and face the chief's wrath later, should it come to that. Police procedure could be damned. He was afraid he was too late already, and if he wasn't he knew that every second might count.
Hal kicked open the door and burst into the motel room. For a split second he stood there dumfounded, unable to believe the horrible sight his eyes beheld. Wanda was slumped on her knees and chest, her hands tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth. Squatting over her head was the skinny Negro whom he recognized from the artist's drawing despite his shorter hair and the absence of his goatee. The sonofabitch had a nylon stocking wound around Wanda's neck. He was holding it with one hand, twisting it with all his might. The Negro's eyes blazed with excitement. Wanda was unmoving. She looked dead.
Behind her knelt a stocky Mexican clutching the handle of a switchblade buried in his heart. His face was a mask of horror and incredulity. His cock, coated with a film of shit, was fully erect, throbbing crazily, spurting jets of semen on the twin globes of Wanda's nude buttocks.
The Negro was the first to move. As the Mexican toppled over backward and fell dead to the floor, the Negro shouted, "PIG!" and leaped off the bed with his hand diving into the pocket of his jacket.
As the Negro whipped out his gun and fired hurriedly, Hal took careful aim with his service revolver, squeezing down on the trigger. The Negro's bullet ripped past him, grazing his side. The bastard was paid for and Hal gave it to him, right between the eyes. The murderer was dead before his body, flung backward by the impact of Hal's slug, hit the floor with a satisfying thud.
"Wanda! No, baby, no!" Hal wailed, rushing to her.
He snatched the nylon stocking from around her neck and ripped at the one holding the gag in her mouth, jerked out the chewed mass of her saliva-wetted panties and in desperation began giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
CHAPTER TEN
Frantically Hal held open her mouth and, with his lips covering hers, forced his breath down into her stilled lungs. It was a close call. A moment later and he might not've succeeded in reviving her at all. As it was, he got her to breathing again and her heart resumed beating on its own, but she was in shock and he couldn't bring her out of it.
Leaving the bodies of her attackers lying where they'd fallen, he rushed Wanda to the hospital in the car of one of the motel guests who came running at the sound of the gunshots. He wondered if he was doing the right thing as he held Wanda, urging the man to drive faster. He had no idea how long she'd been without breath and heartbeat. If it was too long, he knew the lack of oxygen could leave her brain permanently damaged.
At the hospital he turned her over to the doctors and slumped down in a chair in the waiting room. Hal wasn't a religious man but he prayed silently, hoping that if there was a God, he would have mercy on Wanda. Hal was worried sick that if Wanda survived, as it appeared-she was going to, she might spend the rest of her life as a human vegetable as a result of the psychological shock and the physical brain damage she might've incurred.
He called in to report what had happened. He was beat, and since he'd shot one of the men, it would be best for another detective to handle the investigation and wrap up the case. He felt fully justified in shooting the Negro. It had been self-defense and he had a hole in his coat to prove it, but someone else would have to clear him of it. He wondered idly if he would've shot the Negro anyway, had the crud not pulled a gun, and he knew that he would've because of what he'd done to Wanda. The black bastard hadn't deserved to live and he was glad he'd fired first so he could kill him in self-defense. There would be no expensive trial. He'd avenged Wanda and done society a service at the same time, and his thinking was: To hell with any bleeding hearts or stupid blacks who might yell police brutality!
A squad car brought Deena and Larry to the hospital, and Hal sat with the frightened, worried children for the rest of the night, trying to comfort them, telling them that everything was going to be all right when in his own mind he knew that Wanda might never be the same again.
It was eleven the following morning and the kids had been sent to Hal's folks' home when a uniformed nurse squeaked efficiently into the waiting room on crepe-soled white shoes, and asked, "Sergeant Kincaid?"
"Yes," Hal said, rising with a mixture of hope and fear clutching at his heart.
"Missus Douglas is awake. She's asking for you. Room two-oh-nine. Please don't stay more than five minutes."
"How is she, nurse?"
"Weak, of course, but apparently you got to her in the nick of time."
"Then she's going to be all right?"
The nurse smiled. "With a few days rest, she should be as good as new. Doctor expects her to recover fully, thanks to you."
Hal heaved a sigh of relief and headed toward Wanda's room. The top of her hospital bed had been cranked up. She'd combed her hair but had no make-up to put on. She looked weak and pale.
A smile played over her face when he entered the room. "Hal," she said, and held out her hand.
He grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze as he sat own on the side of her bed. "You look great."
"Sure," she laughed.
"Feel all right?"
She nodded. "They tell me you saved my life. Thanks."
Hal grinned and ran a hand over his beard-stubbled face. "In some countries, if you save someone's life, you have to take care of them for the rest of it. I'm willing if you are. Let's get married right away, Wanda."
"Oh, darling, are you sure you want me after-"
He silenced her with a kiss. His mouth reeked of the cigarettes he'd chain smoked and his beard stubble scratched her face, but it was the sweetest, most meaningful kiss she'd ever had.
"To hell with your two-month trial affair. Out there in that waiting room, I did a lot of worrying and thinking. There's no doubt in my mind that I love you, sweetheart. Say you'll be my wife."
"Oh, darling, yes," she sighed, hugging him with all her might.
"I don't have any doubts now either. You're a wonderful man and I love you with all my heart."
By long-distance telephone Wanda resigned her job the same day she was discharged from the hospital but agreed to stay on for a maximum of two weeks to give the absentee owner time to hire a replacement for her.
A week later Hal took two weeks' vacation and they were married. They sent Deena and Larry to stay with his folks and spent the first week of their honeymoon alone in Wanda's living quarters at the motel. Hal helped her with the chores and they had a minimum of three bouts of satisfying lovemaking every day. Much to Hal's relief, Wanda responded to him with increasing ardor. He'd been afraid the ghastly sexual atrocity might've left her frigid, but far from it. She was as passionate as she was beautiful, and eager to take his cock every time he wanted to give it to her.
At the end of their first week together as man and wife, Wanda turned over the motel to her replacement. She and Hal packed the kids into the new station wagon they'd bought-Deena and Larry and Hal's fourteen-year-old twins, Ricky and Randy, whom Wanda couldn't for the life of her tell apart-and they all took off for a week-long family vacation.
When they returned, Wanda became what she'd always wanted to be-a simple, ordinary housewife with a fine, loving husband whom she could depend on for the security and marital stability which she'd always longed to have.
But neither Larry nor the twins' eight-year-old playful boxer would leave her alone. Her nephew liked her new husband and treated Hal with the utmost respect, but when Hal was at work, still on the night shift, Larry was constantly trying to corner his aunt and get into her pants. The boy wanted to know everything she did with Hal; he especially wanted to know if she was going down on him. Wanda would tell him nothing. Once when Larry caught her unawares and managed to get his hand up under her dress to sneak a feel, she almost gave in to him, but at the last second pushed him away and said she would tell her husband if he ever tried anything like that with her again.
"No, you won't, Aunt Wanda," Larry said with a smug grin. "Because if you do, I'll tell him what we were doing before he married you. I don't want to fink. I'd rather ball you. Come on, Aunt Wanda, please, I want to fuck you so bad!"
"Oh, honey, I know you do, but we can't. I'm married now. It wouldn't be right. Hal would find out."
"Not if we're careful."
"I am tempted," she admitted. "You're so sweet and I do love you. But I love Hal, too, and he's my husband and I just can't let you! Try to understand, please, and don't make it so hard on your sinful Aunt Wanda."
It was different with the tan-coated dog. The stocky boxer seemed to have sense enough to leave her alone when anyone else was home, but when he was alone in the house with Wanda, he trailed after her smelling her ass at every opportunity. She couldn't sit down on the couch when the dog was alone with her. The sleek animal would jump up beside her licking her face and attempting to topple her over so he could mount her. A few times she felt his hot, red penis scrubbing her thigh when he took advantage of the chances she inadvertently gave him to straddle her leg and hunch it.
The dog's name was Pug, because of his sunken boxer's face, she supposed. Wanda became more and more suspicious that Hal's first wife hadn't been disinterested in sex, as Hal had told her. In her own mind she suspected that Pug had been getting the sexing Hal hadn't, that his now-dead wife had preferred bestiality to normal marital relations. One thing was sure, that big horny dog wanted a piece of Wanda's ass.
Pug wore down her resistance. She kept remembering how the Chihuahua had licked her when she was a teenager, and how damned good it'd been to have the shaggy collie humping his canine peter into her.
One afternoon when the kids were in school and Hal was in court giving testimony against a suspect, Wanda had had all she could take. Pug wandered into her bedroom when she was stripping for a shower and started his usual routine of sniffing her and trying to lick her. Wanda's period was about to start and she always had a short fuse at that time. She knew she shouldn't get anything started with the horny boxer, but she lay down on the bed and gave him a lick.
Once his hot, scratchy tongue touched the fluted folds of her soft pink crevice, she knew she was going to let him go as far as he wanted to. She spread her legs so Pug could get at her blonde twat better. After a few moments of lust-inciting pussy lapping, she got up on her hands and knees and gave herself over to the fit of desire he'd aroused within her.
Pug knew exactly what to do, which confirmed her suspicions about Hal's first wife. The boxer was strong as he looked. He lasted a long, long time.
Submissively Wanda remained on her elbows and knees, sighing, "Ooooh ... ohhhhh ... aaaahhhh!" as she thrilled to the beet-red shaft of the panting dog's wildly plunging pecker.
He gave her a really thorough fucking, bringing her off three times before he finally deposited his animal stuff in her satisfied human vagina.
Afterward Wanda felt guilty, but she knew she would be giving in to the dog again. Pug couldn't talk, so no one was likely to find out if she was careful about it. So long as it remained her secret, she couldn't see how an occasional romp with the playful boxer would hurt anything.
Larry tensed the change in his sensual aunt but of course he didn't know the reason for it. Not that he cared what had happened to make her more receptive to the sneaky feels he was forever copping of her appealing rump. He got his chance one night when Hal was at work and the other kids were in bed. He and Wanda were in the den watching TV. He eased from his chair and onto the couch with his aunt. She had on her robe and nothing but a shortie nightgown beneath it.
The boy started wrestling with her the way they used to do. Wanda protested but he kept it up. He could tell she was enjoying it in spite of what she said. Before long, he had his hand inside her robe and was feeling up her pantyless crotch.
"No, Larry, you mustn't!" she panted, struggling unconvincingly.
"I got to!" he insisted, and sank two fingers into her desire-moistened hairy hole.
"Ohhhh! Oh, nooh! Larry ... Larry, please don't!" she pleaded, but even as she begged him not to her legs were reluctantly opening to make her privates vulnerable to his lewd fondling.
"You want it as bad as I do," he husked, stroking his fingers smoothly and swiftly in and out of the soft blonde crack between her shaky legs. "Let me screw you, Aunt Wanda! Just this once!"
"Ohh, ohh ... all right ... but just this once!" she moaned. "Take it out! Pull down your pants, darling, and give your weak-willed Aunt Wanda a suck on her handsome nephew's lovely fat dick!"
While Larry removed his pants and shorts, Wanda got up, shed her cumbersome robe and hurried over to shut the door, never suspecting that her daughter had awakened and was in the hallway at that very moment, headed toward the main bathroom to pee.
Frowning, Deena thought, Why would Mother be shutting the den door? A curious child by nature, the fourteen-year-old tiptoed down the hall and pressed her ear to the closed door.
"Oh, Larry, you've got such a hard-on for me!" Deena heard her mother exclaim in a subdued voice. "Sit down! Spread your legs for me! Let me get my mouth on that delicious thing!"
Deena's head spun luridly. Larry and Mother?! her shocked mind railed. No dummy, Deena could well imagine what was going on in the den even before she heard her cousin sigh as her mother moaned muffledly. Oh, noo! she protested silently, not wanting to believe the obscenemental picture which flashed into her head. Mother wouldn't do such a filthy thing! And certainly not with Larry! Why he's ... he's my cousin! Mother's nephew! Oh, how dreadful!
The pubescent girl pressed her ear tighter against the door. Soft wet sucking sounds, accompanied by masculine sighs and feminine mewlings, rang vulgarly in her burning ear. There was no mistaking what they were doing behind that closed door.
Good grief, Mother's sucking him off! Deena realized with a jolt.
Totally dismayed and utterly confused, Deena didn't know what, if anything, she ought to do. Suddenly there was the strangest sensation in the pit of her stomach, and her knees were turning to rubber. She had to lean against the door frame to keep from falling; the house was spinning about her.
What her mother and Larry were doing was wicked and wrong-what she thought they were doing, that is, for she still didn't want to believe her own dear mother would ever in a million years do such a gross, perverted thing as to give head to anybody, much less to her own brother's son! Perhaps she was mistaken. Deena wished she could see as well as hear what was going on in there. She had to know for sure!
There was no keyhole. It was a ranch-style house, less than ten years old, with push-lock knobs on the inside of the doors. The den had a sliding glass door that opened onto the patio, however, and the drapes would never quite close together in the middle when they were drawn shut.
It was October. They were having an Indian summer but the nights were rather chilly. Deena was in such a hurry to see into the den-hoping against hope her eyes would prove her ears wrong-that she slipped into the kitchen and out onto the patio without bothering to don her robe or slippers.
Barefoot, wearing nothing but a nylon nightie which ended four inches above her dimpled knees-like her mother, she rarely slept in bra or panties-the distressed adolescent made her way along the concrete patio and peered into the den through the narrow crack in the drawn drapes.
Immediately she wished that she'd left well enough alone. Now she couldn't cling to the hope of the slender doubt that she might've been mistaken, for her shocked eyes confirmed what her ears had already told her.
There on the couch sat her cousin Larry, his pants off and his legs spread wide apart. On the floor between his legs knelt her mother, her head bobbing at his loins.
Deena thought she was going to faint. Larry's thing looked hard and long. Part of it glistened wetly with a coating of her mother's saliva. It was upon the wet, top half of his penis that her mother's puffy red lips were working fish-like as her head rose and fell, rose and fell.
She HAS got it in her mouth ... his nasty thing ... and she's sucking it! she saw to her horror.
The indecent sight of her mother blowing her cousin held the perplexed young girl transfixed. She didn't want to look, tried to force herself to leave, but her feet seemed to have taken root in the concrete. She hugged herself and shivered, and this wasn't entirely due to the crispness of the cool night air.
It was clear that her mother was enjoying the perverted sex act, perhaps even more than Larry, judging by the eagerness with which she was going down on him. Deena was mystified as to why her properly behaving mother would stoop to such animal depravity.
Seeing her mother actively engaged in the oral obscenity plunged Deena into a state of consternation. She couldn't think straight. She deplored the sinful licentiousness displayed before her. It was so cheap and vulgar, and yet the sight of her mother sucking off her handsome cousin excited the young girl in a way she'd never been excited before.
Her insides seemed to be melting, turning into runny jelly. She stood there spying on them, knowing it was wrong but powerless to tear herself away. Her young gracile body began shaking uncontrollably and it had nothing to do with the chill of darkness that surrounded her. Her insides glowed with the heat produced by the strange few sensations welling up within her. Her skin felt cold in places and hot with fever in others. She could feel the warm moisture seeping from the down-haired crack between her weakknead legs. The tips of her small, budding breasts were becoming hard and pointed, aching in a most delightful way.
"Now, Aunt Wanta! Ooooh ... ohhhh ... suck it HARDDD!!!" she heard Larry gasp, as if he were in great pain although she could tell by his expression that whatever was happening to him must be wonderful.
Deena captured the swollen tips of her firm/soft titties between her thumbs and forefingers. She started pinching them lightly and rolling them about, holding her breath, her gaze riveted to the hypnotic sight of her mother's hollow-cheeked, furiously bobbing head, her alert ears picking up every moan and sigh and lewd sucking sound that drifted out to her.
A moment later she saw Larry bow up and heard him groan mournfully. Then he fell back with his eyes closed, his entire body twitching, and her mother's head was suddenly still with only the very front of his throbbing thing in her mouth. But she was sucking it all the harder, and moaning herself. A trickle of white frothy stuff washed over her quivering lower lip and ran down to hang dangling and swaying from the point of her chin, while her cheeks were pumping in and out with the same exciting rhythm that kept her swan-like throat working spasmodically up and down as if she were swallowing a lot of something that was real good.
Deena knew what her mother was swallowing. Once, when they were living at the motel, she'd peeped through the crack in the door to see what Larry was doing that took so long in the bathroom. She'd seen him masturbating and watched in disgusted fascination until the jets of white stuff spurted from his thing. It had excited her to see it spewing out of him then, but that excitement had been nothing compared to the turmoil of emotions she experienced now.
Mother's swallowing his stuff ... HIS CUM! she groaned inwardly, her legs becoming so rubbery she sank down to her knees to keep from falling. How could she do such a nasty thing?! But she likes it! Jeez, look at her smile at him and lick her lips! His thing's still hard! Oooouuu ... she's kissing it all over ... and licking it, too! It must be awful good! Oh, Mother, quit! Please don't do that! I can't stand it! Ohhh ... what's happening to me?!
The sexually inexperienced child felt feverish, especially in the vicinity of her sparsely haired young cunny. She could feel something wet and warm trickling down her legs. The cleft of her pubic mound itched something fierce, and it was burning down there, too. She pinched down on her achy nipples and began tweaking them roughly, hurting the tender pink buds on purpose because the pain was a delicious thing.
Her mother was lying down on the couch now, spreading her legs, taking Larry between them, grasping his shiny-wet dick and guiding it into her pussy! Deena heard her mother moan out as the hard organ disappeared into her hairy hole, and the girl had to suppress a moan of her own. The obscene sight of her cousin's stiff dick shuttling in and out of her mother's blonde sex opening was terribly exciting to the innocent young Deena.
It made the itching and burning sensations between her own legs twice as bad. She could hardly get her breath. Her febrile body felt limp, as if suddenly it had no bones in it. She was a small girl-five-feet-one, about ninety-five pounds, with long straight hair, lighter blonde than her mother's, that flowed down almost to the small of her back-but now she felt tiny and helpless.
If I don't touch it, I'll scream, it's itching so bad! she thought fuzzily. I'll just rub it a little!
Ashamed of herself for doing such a sinful thing, she hiked up her nightie and began rubbing the steamy little slot between her shaky legs.
"Ooooh, ooooh!" she sighed aloud.
Once she'd touched herself down there she couldn't stop. It felt marvelous to rub the balls of her fingers over and between the slippery softness of her puffed-up sex petals. Bug-eyed and shivering with mounting excitement, she leaned forward, supporting herself on one elbow with her other hand between her legs, gradually easing her fingers deeper and deeper into her secreting slot as she stared enthralled at her mother and cousin having sexual intercourse.
It thrilled her to see them doing it. Somehow it no longer seemed dirty to her, but Deena knew it was incest and therefore wicked and sinful. She didn't care. Not now.
Do it, do it! Fuck her, Larry! Fuck it into Mother! the panting child cried silently, almost wishing it was herself instead of her mother that Larry had it in.
Deena slipped her middle finger deeper into her tortured cunny, pretending it was Larry's peter. She sucked in her breath sharply when the end of her finger bumped her hymen. But she didn't stop. Her finger found its way past the crescent-shaped barrier and she pushed it slowly but surely all the way up her virginal vagina, shivering and chewing her lower lip as she felt her maidenhead stretching, folding over to one side like a rubber flap. It felt like she might be tearing herself a little, but she was too hot to care.
She shifted about, supporting herself on her elbow as she spread her knees and then began stroking her finger in and out of her cunny the way she saw Larry's fat dick stroking in and out of her mother's fluttering sex hole.
Time stood still. The sexually awakening lass was caught up in the mind-numbing rapture of her first real fit of carnal desire. Her hot breath fogged the cool glass of the sliding door and she had to swipe it off again and again so she could see the thrilling sight of her cousin's bobbing behind pumping his sex-wetted organ in and out of her mother's pouting pink crack.
Then suddenly they were through, getting up, kissing, leaving the den, Larry first and then her mother after she'd put on her robe, and Deena felt like yelling, Not yet! Ohh, come back! Do it some more! I want to see you doing it!
"Shit!" Deena hissed, when her mother turned out the light and disappeared down the hall, leaving the den empty and dark. But Deena wasn't through. She couldn't stop finger-fucking her dripping little split. It felt wonderful and she was about to cum, the way her mother had at the last, and she wanted to so bad, had to know what it was like.
At the sound of Deena's voice, the boxer's ears perked up. Always in a playful mood, Pug got up, shook himself, trotted out of his dog house and across the patio toward the kneeling young girl. As he drew near, he caught the scent of her aroused sex and his ever-ready penis gave a throb and began erecting.
Deena didn't particularly like dogs, and the boxer was so big she was afraid of him. So when she felt something cold and wet nudging in between the compact cheeks of her vulnerable bare bottom and looked around to see Pug sniffing her anus, she froze and had to clap her hand over her mouth to hold back a scream.
"No, Pug! Get away! Leave me alone!" she whined.
But Pug had been having human pussy regularly and he knew by the smell of this one that it was ready for him. His long, coarse tongue snaked out and licked her from her throbbing little clitty clear up past her puckered rectum.
"AHHHHH!" Deena squealed, shuddering with a burst of lewd pleasure as the animal's scratchy tongue slithered up through her cunny and washed warmly along the crack of her butt. "Stop it! Don't doo that!"
There was no strength in her arms when she tried to push herself up. In fact, she felt very weak and feverish all over. Whimpering, the frightened young lady began crawling away from the boxer, heading for the kitchen door so she could get into the house and shut him out. Pug, of course, was right after her, lapping eagerly at her juicy little box.
She made it to the door, pulled open the screen and grasped the knob but it wouldn't turn. She was locked out. Wanda had checked the doors on her way to bed.
"Oh, God, what do I do now?" Deena whined helplessly. "I can't knock and have Mother let me in! She'd know I was outside the den, watching her and Larry!"
Deena thought she was going to faint. She was scared and worried and didn't know how to get in the house without her mother finding out she'd been spying on her.
The front door! she thought, grasping at a straw of hope. Maybe it's not locked! Daddy isn't home yet!
She tried to shove the boxer away and get to her feet, but Pug was lapping her cunny like mad and every time his tongue touched her there it made her feel weaker. It was as if his vulgar tongue-which felt wonderful despite her fear, better than her finger had, even-was draining every ounce of strength from her feverish, perspiring young body.
"No, no, NOOO!" she wailed, and since she couldn't muster the strength to get up, she started crawling desperately around to the front of the house.
The gate between the corner of the kitchen and the front of the garage was as far as she got. Pug had learned how to open the gate from the back yard, so Hal had installed a catch on the outside. The only way to open the gate from the back yard was to reach over the top and tug open the catch, and Deena couldn't pull herself up to her feet. The incessant lapping of the dog's hot tongue was really getting to her now. Her body was little more than a trunk with spastic and useless limbs attached to it.
"OH, NOOH!" Deena whined, letting her head down into the cradle of her arms, her rear end sticking out high and unprotected for Pug to lick to his heart's content.
She was beaten but had finally realized the family pet didn't mean to harm her, although he was surely determined to continue licking her privates until she decided he'd had enough.
"All right, damn you ... all right!" she moaned. "Go ahead and lick! I can't stop you anyway, and it does ... aaaah ... feel sort of ... oooh ... GOOD!"
Just when she'd given in and was willing to let Pug have his nasty but thrilling licks of her, the horny boxer changed his tactics. His penis was fully erect and he was ready to penetrate her. He reared up and proceeded to mount her the way he'd done a few times to Wanda and many times to Hal's first wife.
But Deena was having none of this. "NOOO! NOT THAT!" she yelped, and shut her legs tight, cringing. She felt the heated tip of his peter probing erratically at her cunny and she bowed her back in an effort to draw it under her out of his reach.
The non-plused child succeeded in protecting her pussy, for she reached back and covered it with her hand. However, it was a different matter with her rectum, and she soon discovered it didn't matter to Pug which one of her orifices he stuck it in.
"OHH ... OOOOHHHHHH!!!" she puled, as the pointed tip of the animal's penis found and pierced her cringing anal opening.
With a triumphant yelp, the boxer clamped his forelegs around Deena's tremulous torso and hunched the full length of his tapering red dick into her. Aided by the super-slickness of the dog's seminal secretions, his skinny bone pentrated her tight little asshole with relative ease.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" she groaned, as the dog impaled her to the hilt, the thick base of his long peter stretching her anal rim almost to the limit.
It hurt but felt good, too, and despite her outcry during penetration, now that Pug had it in her, she liked it. Having the boxer's long, hard penis stuck all the way up her elastic butthole gave the hot-and-bothered child a lurid thrill. She shivered with delectation and bit her forearm to hold back the scream trying to rush up from her throat. She could feel the tip of his pulsing organ reaching way, way up into her bowels.
"UNNN, UNNN, UNN!" she grunted, when the boxer locked his forelegs around her midsection and started humping her with deep, vigorous thrusts.
It felt divine. She was glad he was doing it to her. Now that he was going good, she loved it. Her erogenous rectum parted and closed, parted and closed, each time he stroked his long, tapering dick in and out of her quaking young body. It got better and better, so good she could hardly stand it.
When the boxer let out a howl and rammed it to the hilt, his scalding sperm squirting out in the roiling depths of her willing bottom, Deena shuddered and whimpered and almost grabbed the brass ring, herself. But not quite, for her blood-glutted clitty was receiving no stimulation at all and the relief she so desperately wanted eluded her. She was left panting for breath, wanting something awfully bad but not really knowing what that something was.
In her confusion, the lust-lost child cried out, "MORE! don't STOP NOW! DO IT! FUCK ME SOME MORE!"
But Pug had shot his wad and was losing his erection, temporarily at least. He backed his deflating peter from her reluctant, clinging asshole and contented himself by lapping up his ejaculate as it dribbled out of her winking button-hole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Feeling in tip-top shape, in the mood for a passionate romp in the sack with his beautiful bride, Hal climbed from the squad car, thanked the officers for bringing him home and headed around his darkened house to enter via the kitchen door and have a quick glass of beer before he turned in.
As he approached the gate, he heard a voice that sounded remarkably like his cute little stepdaughter's moaning, "More! Don't stop now! Do it! Fuck me some more!"
He stopped in his tracks. Surely his ears were deceiving him. But no, there it was again, and it was Deena's voice, sighing, "All right ... mmmm ... yes, yes, lick me then!"
All sorts of lewd images flashing through his mind, Hal gritted his teeth and charged toward the gate. He nearly tripped over her when he snatched it open. "What in the name of hell?" he growled.
Hal hadn't know what he expected to find, but certainly not this! There was innocent young Deena, down on her arms and knees with her nightgown hiked up over her cute little butt, and his dog was licking her!
"Oh my gosh ... DADDY!" Deena gasped, cringing away from him as she struggled unsuccessfully to get to her feet.
She toppled over onto her side. Hal kicked the boxer, grabbed Deena's wrist and hauled her up. He gripped her shoulders and shook her so hard her teeth rattled.
"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady! Out here in the middle of the night! With Pug! Letting him ... do God knows what to you!"
"But, Daddy, it ... it wasn't ... my fault!" she wailed.
Tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks. Hal could see she was ashamed of what she'd done, humiliated at being caught. He was angry with her and meant to give her a good sound spanking at the very least, but he supposed he ought to hear her out first. "I'm listening."
"I s-stepped outside to," she said when he quit shaking her, "to get a breath of air." She couldn't tell him about Larry and her mother; he would be furious if he knew what they were doing! "The door locked behind me. I c-couldn't get back in! And P-Pug, he...."
Deena told Hal more or less the truth about how Pug had come after her wanting to sniff and lick her. She confessed that it'd made her feel funny all over and real weak in her knees when she finally gave in and allowed herself to be licked by the insistent dog. She swore the only reason she'd done it was her fear of the animal, and Hal bought this because he knew she was afraid of Pug.
"... and then he got on top of me and put it, his thing, in me! Up my butt! Oh, Daddy, it was awful ... but then it started feeling good and I didn't want to stop him then. I ... I ... oh, Daddy, I'm so ashamed! What are you g-going to do to me?"
"I can't understand why you would do such a thing, Deena," he muttered, holding her out at arm's length. He knew he ought to punish her, but now he felt more like taking her in his arms and comforting her. He couldn't draw her close, though, because her confession had caused his cock to spring up hard as a rock. She was cute as a bug's ear and had almost worshipped him from the start. If she were not his wife's daughter, he might ... No, goddamn it! he groaned mentally, shoving away the unacceptable thought. Aloud he said, accusingly, "All right, maybe it wasn't all your fault. I'm not saying you set out to do it deliberately, but you were down on your knees, leaning over for him. Now, how did you get in that position, I want to know. You can't blame that on Pug, can you?"
Deena didn't answer. She'd heard his voice but not his words. Her glassy eyes had noticed the large bulge in her stepfather's trousers, and it held her attention like a powerful magnet. Her spinning mind was socked in under a steamy fog of lust. Without thinking what she was doing, Deena reached out and groped his dick.
"Ooooh, you've got a hard-on!" she sighed, the slender fingers of her trembling hand enclosing it instinctively through the material of his tented trousers.
Hal whimpered. He knew he shouldn't let her fondle him but he did nothing to stop her. The idea was already in his head. He would never willfully seduce her, but it gave him a terrific thrill to have her reach out and take hold of his thumping erection.
"Take it out, Daddy! Let me see it! Please, I've never seen one up close!"
Though he was flirting with all kinds of trouble-possible divorce, dismissal without pension from the force, and public disgrace for corrupting the morals of a minor, which could land him behind bars, too-Hal decided to grant his stepdaughter's impassioned request. She was an adorable little girl. He wouldn't go so far as to screw her, but he didn't think she would tell anyone, so what could it hurt to show her his pecker? Nothing, he decided, and assuring himself he would just show it to her and nothing more, he put his hand around her and said, "So you want to see your new daddy's dick, do you? Okay, come ,on, we'll go inside the garage and sit in the station wagon."
Anything he said was fine by Deena. Holding his thing made her anxious to see it naked. Maybe he would let her hold it in the car. She wanted to hold it without anything between it and her hand.
Docilely she allowed him to lead her into the garage. He didn't put on the light. Instead he guided her in darkness to the new station wagon, opened the front door and helped her in. She slid under the steering wheel and across the seat to make room for him. He got in and let back the seat but left the door open so the dome light would stay on.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest as he unzipped his fly and tugged out the long white column of his rampant erection. Oh, the thrill of it! Absently she licked her lips and batted her eyelids, staring as if hypnotized while he took it in his hand and peeled back the foreskin, revealing to her excited gaze the large, purplish knob at the top of it.
"It looks bigger than Larry's!" she squeaked.
"And what should you know about Larry's?"
She clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Answer me, Deena."
"I s-saw him playing with his th-thing once ... I peeked wh-when he was in the bathroom. At the mo-motel!"
When she saw that her reply seemed to satisfy her stepfather, Deena breathed easier. She would have to watch her tongue or she might slip and blurt out something she shouldn't. He must never know what her mother and Larry had done tonight. He might divorce her mother if he found out, and Deena didn't want that to happen. Things were much better since her mother had remarried, and she liked having Hal for a daddy. In fact, she liked Hal a lot.
"You're not going to tell your mother about this, are you?"
Deena shook her head.
"Good girl. You needn't worry about anything. I won't tell her about you and Pug. Just don't do it again."
"I wo-won't," Deena gulped.
"Well?" he murmured, releasing his penis and he scooted toward her and slid his rump out to the edge of the seat, leaning back in a relaxed manner. "What do you think of it?"
His white cock angled boldly up from the gaping fly of his dark brown trousers. He was giving her a good view of it.
"It's p-pretty! I dig it!"
"Do you now?" he drawled, thoroughly enjoying this despite his pangs of conscience. "It excites you, hummm? Maybe you'd like to hold it again? It's all right, sugar, just reach right out and take it in that hot little hand of yours. Go on, don't be bashful."
A soft whimper escaped Deena's parched lips as she extended her shaking hand and wrapped her trembling fingers unsurely around the curved shaft of her stepdad's fat dick. Handling it flesh to flesh, being able to see it clearly as she did so, was ten times more exciting than anything that had happened to her so far tonight.
"Ooouuu!" she sighed, squeezing it, her hand moving slowly up and down on his thrilling cock.
Hal said nothing. He'd presented her with a new toy and was content to laze back and enjoy the physical sensations as he watched her play with it.
To Deena, however, her stepdad's prick was much more than a new toy to play with. It was beautiful, awe-inspiring. The passionate child was fascinated with it. She shivered with a flood of conflicting emotions as she gazed raptly upon it and stroked it with her hand.
The thick, hot shaft was streaked with prominent bluish veins, and it excited her tremendously to hold it in her hand. She pulled down the folds of satiny foreskin and admired the swollen bulb of his purplish, sleek-skinned cockhead, bluntly rounded at the front then mushrooming back to the flared corona which looked rough because of its tufts but felt soft to the touch.
In response to her squeezing fingers, a large drop of clear seminal fluid oozed from the tiny, mouth-like aperture at the uppermost tip of his rod. Using the ball of the forefinger of her free hand, Deena touched the glimmering wetness and rubbed it gingerly around over the forefront of his glans.
It was love at first sight. Powerful new emotions that she'd never known before welled up in the innocent young girl. Holding his lovely fat dick wasn't enough. She could understand now why her mother had so fervently kissed Larry's penis, because her lips were itching to get at this one.
Suddenly she knew that she would never be the same again, because she'd discovered a great secret and unraveled one of life's more exciting mysteries. This thing she held in her hand was the staff of life itself. It was wonderful. She had the strongest urge to fall to her knees and worship it with her mouth.
"Oh, Daddy, it's gorgeous!" she cooed, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the reappearing glans as she ran her gripping little hand up and down the curvature of his pulsating shaft.
"You like it, do you?" he chuckled.
"Yes, yes! Oooh, I feel so funny ... all over! WJly is it affecting me this way?"
"Because you're growing up," he told her matter-of-factly. "Have a closer look, why don't you? Go on, I know you want to."
She certainly did, and when she felt his hand cupping her head, urging it down toward his loins, she went with the barely discernible downward pressure he was applying. His lovely prick loomed up at her; the closer it came to her face, the more excited she became.
"MMM!" she sighed, when the musky odor of aroused cock drifted up and wafted into her nostrils, affecting her like a powerful aphrodisiac.
His hand felt shaky on the back of her head as he guided her mouth straight to the bald dome of his compelling crown and wedged its weeping tip between the softness of her tremulous oral petals. She knew he wanted her to kiss it and she did so gladly.
SMACK!
"MMMMM!" she moaned, clinging to his dong. Smack, smack, smack!
Once she'd started kissing it, she couldn't stop. She formed her lips eagerly around the end of his penile bulb and sucked testingly, the tip of her curious tongue darting to its tiny opening to sample the flavor of his masculine secretions. The viscous substance had a delicate flavor. There was nothing to compare it with, but it didn't require getting used to. She liked the taste of his colorless stuff and it thrilled her enormously to lick it off him.
Christ, what am I doing? Hal berated himself mentally, for he hadn't intended to go this far with her. She's my stepdaughter, my wife's little girl! I ought to be hung for this!
But knowing how wrong it was only made the forbidden act all the more delicious. She was an adorable child, apparently willing, and he simply couldn't resist. Not trusting words for fear they might break the spell of her mood, he eased her head lower and slipped his cock into the moist heat of her little girl's mouth.
"MMMM!" she murmured, resisting not a whit as her stepdad fed his fat dick to her.
This was exactly what she wanted. It thrilled her to the core of her adolescent being to feel the sleek knob gliding through her lips and filling her eager young mouth. She locked her puffy oral petals around the top of his shaft and sucked down willingly on his bulging dickhead. Her tongue roamed it exploringly, sliding wetly over every inch of the taut-skinned morsel of salty-tasting man meat.
She loved having his bare cockhead in her mouth. It had a rich, heady taste to it that pleased her palate and set the taste buds of her lapping tongue to tingling delightfully.
"Oh, Deena!" he gasped, releasing her head and leaving her on her own. "God, baby! Ohhh ... yes, that's it! Suck it, suck it!"
"ALL THE WAY!" she rasped, deserting his scrumptious peter to swing up her legs and kneel in the seat so she could get at him better. "YOUR STUFF! I WANT IT! WILL YOU SHOOT IT IN MY MOUTH, DADDY?"
"JESUS, YESSS!" he husked. "I'LL CUM IN YOUR SWEET LITTLE MOUTH! DAMN RIGHT, I WILL! SUCK IT, PRECIOUS! GO DOWN ON THAT FUCK STICK!"
"I LOVE IT, DADDY ... YOUR BIG OLD FUCK STICK!" she squealed, and with that, she grabbed the base of his rampant erection and engulfed the top four inches of it within her hungry, hot oral cavity, moaning, "MMM, MMM, MMM," as she started bobbing her head and sucking ardently for her creamy reward.
Deena didn't understand the powerful drive of the burning desire which had taken her over. All the fourteen-year-old lass knew was that she loved having her stepfather's cock in her mouth. It excited her tremendously to be sucking it the way she'd seen her mother sucking Larry's, and she could hardly wait for the moment when Hal would groan and his lovely dick would spurt out his cum. She wanted it, and was wild to taste it and swallow it the way her mother had.
Her puffy pink lips clung tenaciously to the rock-hard column of male turgidity, distending salaciously out around his shaft as she pulled up suckingly on it. Many times she paused with only the musky head in her mouth, whimpering softly as she laved it with her tongue. Her silken cheeks drew inward from the force of her suction and molded themselves quiveringly to his thick stalk.
The more she gobbled his knob, the hotter she got. She began taking it deeper into the moist recesses of her greedy oral chamber, thrilling anew at the feel of his sleek crown pressing repeatedly into the velvety membrane lining the back of her throat. In a fit of passion she took him deeper yet, plunging down her head and shuddering blissfully as she swabbed her own throat with his enlarged, hard-rubber crown.
His pleasured outcries spurred her on. She sucked him for all she was worth, her blonde head arcing furiously at his loins as she thought, IT'S GOOD, WONDERFUL! NOT DIRTY BUT SWEET AND EXCITING! I LOVE IT, I LOVE ITTT ... HIS BIG FAT DICK!
The head seemed to be growing larger in her mouth. It throbbed urgently and began to twitch.
"NOW, BABY ... NOW!" he yelped, his entire body starting to shake. "HERE IT COMES! GET READY!"
Following her mother's example, Deena sucked down harshly and drew up until only the spastically twitching head remained in her eager mouth. She knew he was ready to shoot off in her mouth, and she wanted his cum now more than ever. She whimpered with desire, her cheeks pumping to vacuum it out of him as she flailed his swollen bulb with her shameless tongue.
"UNG, UNG, UUNNNN!!!" he groaned, his pecker jerking rhythmically.
Suddenly it began crushing out of him all hot and gluey-thick. The first forceful jet ricocheted off the roof of her mouth and splashed luridly over her pink tonsils, coating them with jagged streaks of white.
"OOMMMM!" Deena mewled, sucking all the harder.
Steaming spurts of his pressurized jism blew into her mouth, giving her a blast of its rich, pungent flavor. Her tongue was soon swimming in his ejaculate. The acridity of his mature semen permeated the upper surface of her tongue and stung her delighted taste buds.
"MMM, MMMM!!!" she moaned, swishing her tongue around in the mass of built-up sperm.
This was her first taste of cum but she knew it wouldn't be her last. She loved his cock and the creamy juice it was giving her.
I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO GET ENOUGH OF THIS DELICIOUS STUFF! she thought luridly, and began drinking it down.
He had quite a load built up, but Deena didn't lose a drop. She sucked ravenously at his ballooning cockhead and swallowed his glutinous semen as he spewed it to her jet by satisfying jet.
She was so wild for his meat that she wouldn't give it up. Even after it quit squirting, she held it in her mouth and continued sucking it, vacuuming the final sluggish drops up from his spongy penis and gulping them down greedily as she attempted to drain even more of the marvelous nectar from him.
Finally he went dry. His dong was too sensitive to take any more just then. "Come up, baby!" he pleaded, clasping her head and forcing her mouth off his tool.
SLURP! came the lascivious report as her hungry lips lost the object of her voracious oral desire.
"MORE!" she whined. "I LOVE IT, DADDY! PLEASE LET ME SUCK IT SOME MORE!"
"Sure, sugar, but not right now. Give it a rest, okay?"
It wasn't okay. She wanted his peter more than anything in the world. But she nodded assent and allowed him to help her up. "Did I do it good? Did you like it, too, Daddy?"
"Good Lord, yes, you did it good!"
She smiled and licked bits of cum off her shimmering oral petals. "I feel so hot! Burning up! I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"I do," he said, pulling her close. "And I know what to do about it, too."
He kissed her, not at all in a fatherly manner, and inserted his tongue into her mouth, thrilling to the lingering taste of his own pecker.
Deena put her arms around him and sucked his thrusting tongue the way she'd sucked his prick. He began fondling her firm/soft young breasts and she didn't complain. His thumb and forefinger captured the tender cone at the tip of her right tittie and he started rolling it about, tweaking it, gently tugging at it.
"OOOMMMM!" she sighed, breathing into his mouth, shivering with anticipation of what lovely thing he might do to her next.
His tongue coaxed hers out of her mouth and into his. He sucked it and licked it and massaged her aching little tit buds until Deena thought she was actually melting. It was maddening, what he was doing to her. Her insides felt fluid and bubbly. The burning, itching crack between her legs was leaking so badly that she feared her stuff would soil the seat of their new station wagon.
He laid her down in the seat, her head on the side of the steering wheel, and pulled up the front of her nightie so high her boobies were exposed. When he took the tumescent nipple of one into his hot, wet mouth and began sucking and licking it, it felt so good that Deena thought she would pee.
"OOOH ... AAAAAH!" she sighed, quivering all over.
He went from one small mound to the other, pleasuring her appealing young titties with his mouth until he had her nearly out of her mind.
"OHHHH ... OH, DADDY ... WHAT ARE YOU ... GOING TO DO TO ME?" she panted, when he began kissing his way down her palpitating midsection, his tongue leaving a zigzag trail of saliva along the smooth, warm skin of her adorable abdomen.
"What would you like me to do?"
"OHHHH ... I'M SOO HOTTT!!!" she wailed, thrashing about. "YOUR DICK! I WANT IT AGAIN! IN ME THIS TIME! PUT IT IN ME, DADDY ... IN MY CUNNY!"
"Maybe," he said. "Well see. But turnabout is fair play, and I can't leave you suffering like this, can I? So, since you went down on me, I think I ought to return the favor, don't you? Tell me, Deena, do you want me to suck you off?"
"I ... I ... I GUESS SO! OHHH, I don't KNOW ... don't KNOW ANYTHING! I WANT ... WANT ... OHHHH, SOMETHINGGG!!!"
"Of course you do, dear," he soothed. "And I'm going to give you something, you can be sure of that."
He didn't know yet just what he was going to give her, other than his tongue, that is, for his mouth was watering for a taste of her juicy little puss. But if she was a virgin, as he suspected she was, then, much as he would like to, he would have to forego the pleasure of feeling lit youthful box around his reawakened prong. Oh, he wanted to screw her, all right, but he didn't dare to do if she still had her cherry. He felt like a dirty old man, as it was. He would not let himself sink so low as to rob her of her precious prize; only a real bastard would treat his own stepdaughter that way.
Hardly a hair on it anywhere, he observed when he arrived, still raining fond kisses and avid licks upon her sweet young body, at the alluring clefted mound between her willingly parted legs. Just a coating of fine blonde silk! Oh, God, I shouldn't be doing this! So juicy! So ready to be eaten! And the smell of it! Pure girl! MMMMMM! DIVINE!
Hal pushed his young stepdaughter's long, slender legs up till her knees touched her chest and instructed her to hold them that way. She did, and her posture presented him with the most appealing little cunt he'd ever laid eyes on. Her compact asscheeks were stretched taut because of her upraised legs, and centered above them her pouting pink pussy stood out bold and quivering, its fatty labia gleaming wetly with the slippery dew of her liquid desire.
Heaving a guttural groan, he opened his mouth wide and claimed the succulent prize of her small cunt. He glued his lips to her sweaty crotch and snaked his tongue up into her plushy crack.
"UNNNN ... AAAHHHHH!" she squealed, flaming pleasure arrows shooting through her as he began sucking her and fucking her with his tongue. "OHH, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!"
Her honeyed well sent down a copious flow of warm cuntal secretions. It was delicious stuff, wholesome and pure. He sucked rapaciously, draining the nectarous goodness from her fast as her healthy little twat could manufacture it for him. She was sweeter than sweet, moaning and sighing and holding up her legs for him as she writhed about ecstatically.
It was more than he could stand. She was irresistible, as ready for cock as ever she would be, and his veteran dong was aching to replace his tongue.
Casting caution and morals to the winds, he dropped his pants and shorts, tugged her squirmy little butt into position, hooked one of her tapering legs over the back of the seat and pushed the other off into the floorboard. "I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU, GIRL!"
"YESSS ... DO IT ... DO IT NNOOWWW!!!" she screeched, and grabbed for his prick.
Her hot little hand captured his sturdy stalk and she guided its blood-engorged head in between the swollen lips of her soft pink crevice. She shivered with a mixture of longing and fear as she felt him begin sinking it into her slowly but surely. His bulging dickhead felt huge! It was stretching the tiny gap between her shaky legs all out of shape, but so far it felt marvelous.
"Will it hu-hurt much?" she squeaked, her eyes begging him to say it wouldn't.
"Oh, Christ!" he groaned, and sat up, his pants and shorts slipping down around his feet. "I'm sorry, sugar! I lost my head! We'd better go in now."
"NOOH!" she whined, flinging herself at him. "DON'T STOP NOW, DADDY! I WANT IT! WANT IT SO BAD! PUT IT IN ME, PLEASE, AND FUCK ME!"
How could he resist? He was only human, wasn't he? Just a man!
He laid her back down, mounted her and rammed it home, gritting his teeth and hating himself as he felt her maidenhead catch his cock then stretch and break.
"AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" she screamed.
The delicate features of her youthful face screwed up in bittersweet agony as the fat dick of her stepdad ripped her hymen to shreds and lunged full into her heaving belly, violating forever the pristine purity of her teenaged vagina.
"UNNN, UNNN, UNN!" he grunted, fucking into her with long, swift thrusts even as the proof of her purity trickled in bright red rivulets down the inner slopes of her cringing buttocks. She felt incredibly hot and tight around him; he had no control of himself.
Terrible flashes of flaming pain lashed searingly at her vitals. "NNNAAAGGGHHHHH!!!" she groaned piteously, gnashing her teeth and bearing it but wishing to God she'd let him quit when he wanted to.
It felt to the girl as if his mighty prick was ripping her flesh and splitting her in half.
Soon, however, the intense pain of defloration began to fade rapidly, with great flushes of sexual pleasure rushing in to fill the void.
"OH, DADDY, DADDY!" she bleated, throwing her arms around him. "IT HURTS ... OHHH ... HURTS SOO GOOODDDD!!!"
"OH, BABY ... OH, GOD!" he moaned, powering the pole to her.
His vintage dong plunged deep and hard into the silky softness of her wonderfully snug little pussy, embedding its turgid head again and again into the moist heat of her precious young body.
The station wagon pitched and bounced. BANG! The door slammed shut, switching off the dome light. Nearly pitch darkness enveloped them. Neither of them seemed to mind. Hal kept humping blissfully away.
"I LOVE ITT!!!" Denna shrieked, sliding her hands down his back to clutch the hairy buns of his arcing rump. "OHHHH ... OH, YOU'RE FUCKING ME ... FUCKING MMEEE!!!"
She began tugging at his ass, squirming about, trying to move with him and help him do it to her.
"THAT'S IT, SUGAR!" he encouraged, slowing down to give her a chance. "SHAKE IT FOR ME! SHOVE THAT HOT LITTLE CUNT UP TO DADDY!"
"YES, YES, YESSS!" she puled, her legs slapping down over his, her compact, little girl's bottom starting to bounce jerkily up and down. "OHH, OHH ... OH, IT'S GOOOODDDD!!!"
"MY GOD, YES!" he husked, and kissed her with open-mouthed urgency, fucking her sweet mouth with his tongue while he stroked his bloated prick in and out of the divine slot between her slender legs.
Deena caught the tempo and was working with him as if they'd done it a dozen times. The muscles in her legs and abdomen rippled rhythmically as she employed them to help her sock it up to him. The tautly stretched labia of her dilated sex slot clung grippingly to his pussy-wetted stem, pumping in and out around his girthful shaft as he hammered it to her, the head reaching so far up her heaving belly it bumped thrillingly against the tender mouth of her barely mature womb.
"OHH, OHHH, OHHH!" she chanted, breaking the spit-swapping kiss.
Her head lolled rapturously about. She huffed for air. It was blowing her young mind, this rough, thorough screwing her step-dad was giving her, but at the moment she wouldn't have traded places with any girl in the whole wide world. She was having cock for the first time and dearly loved it. Nothing in her experience could compare with the wild, all-consuming excitement of this. It was glorious to have a cock rammed up her, and she knew she would be wanting much more of it in the future. The way she felt now, she would never, never be able to get enough of it.
"MORE!" she cried joyously. "MORE COCK! OOOOUUU ... SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT ... UP INTO MEEE ... HARDER ... FASTER! OH, DADDY ... OH SHIT ... FUCK ME HARD AND FAST! I JUST LLOOVVEE ... TO FFUUCCKKK!!!"
He'd expected her to like it but had never dreamed his cute little stepdaughter would ever come on this strong. Of course he was delighted by the fevor of her passionate response. Gladly he increased his efforts, throwing the meat to her as fast and hard as he could.
Amazingly, Deena stayed right with him and didn't miss a single stroke. Fast as he drove her down to the seat, her springy young butt tensed and she slammed her sopping little honey pot right back up for more of the same.
They were both perspiring profusely now, the windows steaming over inside the closed auto. Their sweat-sheened stomachs slapped together rapid-fire, affecting a continuous lewd, wet clapping noise. Her tight cunnywas so full of juice it was going, Squish, squish, squish! His mr- phallus worked like a piston in the sucking wet cylinder of her super snug, little girl's velvety vaginal sheath.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, DADDY ... OOHHHHHHH ... NEVER STOP! FUCK ME THIS WAY ... OOOUUU ... FOR-EEV VEEERRR!!!"
Damned if he wouldn't have liked to do just that. It was sheer bliss to have his prong in her feverish, bucking young body. But the flesh of a mortal man can only take so much, especially his cockflesh, and Hal had just about reached that bittersweet limit. His replenished nuts were drawing up tight against his groin in orgasmic readiness, aching and twitching to blow his second load into the cock-heaven which was her hot, fluttering little belly. He pushed up, riding her high now, making sure the uneven upper surface of his vein-slattered dong was stroking the nerve-rich head of her throbbing, pea-sized pleasure button. He was going to pop his nuts any second and he hoped he could bring the adorable child off with him.
"AAAH ... OHHHH ... AAHHHHH!!!" she trilled, losing the cadence and falling back weakly for a second as the added stimulation of her elongated clitty sent a surge of breathtaking pleasure careening about in her steaming loins.
A fast learner, Deena arched her supple back and bore down on his phallus, bending it slightly inside the strong, fluttering walls of her youthful pussy, letting him do all the work now.
"UNNN, UNNN, UNNN!" she puled, her visage mirroring her bliss as he continued to fuck into her hard and fast, his throbbing cockhead plowing the bottom of her silky tunnel as she mashed her man in the boat tight against his pistoning stalk and shuddered ecstatically with the millions of red-hot sensations from the sanding effect of the hypersensitive head of her pulsating pleasure button.
"ME, TOO!" he husked, pulling out all the stops now, cramming it to her as if there were no tomorrow. "LET IT GO ... don't HOLD BACK! RELAX, DEENA ... AND LET ... IT ... AHHHHH ... HAPPEN!"
"YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM! OHHHH ... OH, I WANT TO ... WANT TO ... SO BBAADDD!!!"
Hal clenched his internal muscles in an attempt to hold back his orgasm until he could take her with him, but the unbelievably tight, hot pussy of his darling young stepdaughter was just too ungodly good.
"HAAA-GAAHHH-UNG, UNG, UNNNN!!!" he grunted groaningly, his out-of-control prick hurling a mighty stream of boiling ejaculate as he socked it in balls-deep for the finish.
"OHHHHHH!!r Deena cried, wide-eyed with the wonder of it. "I CAN FEEEELLL IITTT ... SHOOTING UP ... INTO MEEE ... OHHH, OHHH ... OH, DADDY ... YES, YES, YESSS ... SQUIRT IT, SQUIRT IT ... CUM INTO MEEE ... AAAGGGHHHH ... OH, GOD, GOD ... ME, TOO ... OOOUUU ... I'M CUMMING ... WITH YOUUUU ... OHHH, OHHHHH ... AAAH-GGAAHHHHH!!!"
Damned if she wasn't. Hal could feel her hot wet cunt grabbing convulsively at the pounding length of his fully inserted, semen-spouting organ. She was moaning and sobbing and thrashing about beneath him.
"CUMMING, CUMMING ... AAAHHHHH ... C U U U MMMIIINNNGGG!!!" she shrilled, her glassy eyes rolling up in her head, her slender, teenaged body dripping sweat and twitching mindlessly.
This was Deena's first climax ever, but the erotic child had been worked up so long that she was letting down a cum like many mature women never have in a lifetime. The intensity of her climactic explosions threatened to shatter her soul. A whole series of spine-wrenching tremors racked her rag-limp torso.
The entire floor of her pelvis was quivering and jerking. Her sperm-bathed uterus convulsed joyously. The velvety walls of her healthy young snatch clutched spastically at the full length of her stepfather's fat dick as it throbbed rhythmically and blew torrents of scalding hot cum into her rippling belly.
"IIIEEE ... UNNN, UNNN ... NNNAAAGGGHHHHH!!!" she screeched, and then fell back sobbing brokenly, her head snapping from side to side as her pleasure-soaked body shuddered uncontrollably.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Unless he had to appear in court, which he didn't the next day, Hal enjoyed the luxury of sleeping late when he was on night duty. Wanda, of course, got up as usual to fix breakfast for the kids before she sent them off to school.
Larry stalled until the other kids had left, then he tried to feel his aunt up. He reminded her of how she'd gone down on him that morning at the motel, with Hal sleeping in the next room, and he tried to get her to do it again.
Wanda would have no part of it. "Last night was a mistake, Larry, and we must never let anything like that happen again," she insisted. "It's incest, honey, and that's terribly wrong. What am I going to have to do to make you see that?"
The boy grinned cockily, as if he knew something his aunt didn't. "Would it be incest if Hal balled Deena?"
"Yes, because he's her stepfather now. But you needn't worry about anything like that. Hal would never even think of such a thing, much less do it. Deena, either."
"Wanna bet?" he asked, and when Wanda demanded to know what he meant by that remark, Larry told her of his suspicions. He'd thought he heard them in the garage last night, he said, and had gotten up to go see. He'd been at the door in the darkened kitchen when he saw them come out of the garage together. He'd slipped back so they wouldn't see him, but from his and the twins' room he'd stolen a peek at Deena as she came down the hall. "She looked like she'd had it all right, Aunt Wanda. There was something, well, different about her face. Her hair was mussed, too, and when she went into the John, I noticed a stain that looked like blood on the back of her night gown. I'm sure Hal laid her, and if they're doing it, why can't we?"
Wanda glared at him. She didn't believe a word of it. She'd never known Larry to lie, but he had to be lying about this. She scolded him for making up such a malicious tale, and shoved him out the door with orders to get straight to school and behave himself.
But she couldn't forget what he'd said, and a few moments later she went to her daughter's room to check her nightie. Sure enough, there was a bloodstain on it. Even so, she didn't accept the rest of Larry's story. Deena had started having her periods, and Wanda was inclined to lay the blame on a sudden flow while Deena had been asleep last night. She made a mental note to find out if Deena was wearing a sanitary napkin when she arrived home that afternoon.
When Hal got up, he acted a bit strange. Not exactly guilty but sort of self-conscious. He kept glancing at her sheepishly when he thought she wasn't looking at him. Or was it her imagination? Wanda didn't know, but she was certainly becoming more and more suspicious.
It was that afternoon, after she'd dropped Hal off at police headquarters and was on her way home, that, stopped at a red light, she happened to notice the small bloodstain on the front seat of their new station wagon. She gritted her teeth. The muscles in her jaws pumped in and out while she drove the rest of the way home.
Soon as Deena got home from school, Wanda confronted her with her suspicions. At first Deena denied it flatly, but Wanda brought up the bloodstain on her night gown and demanded that Deena show her then and there whether or not she was having her period.
Finally Deena broke down and tearfully confessed to having intercourse with Hal. "But it was your fault!" the distraught child sobbed. "I heard you and Larry in the den! I went outside and looked in! I saw what you two did! And then Pug, he...." She told her mother everything.
Wanda was stunned. She didn't know what to do. It was a fine kettle of fish-her screwing Larry and her husband screwing her little girl, both of them thinking they'd gotten away with it. She couldn't be angry with Deena. She realized it must've been quite a shock for her daughter to see her committing adulterous incest with Larry. And she knew all too well how persistent the horny boxer could be when he wanted a piece. As far as Deena was concerned, the poor girl had simply been overwhelmed by too many lewd things happening to her too fast.
"Are you going to punish me, Mother?" Deena asked fearfully.
"No," Wanda mumbled, "I don't know what I'm going to do. Run on, sweetheart. Mother needs to be alone so she can think."
Deena was only too glad to hurry from her mother's bedroom. When the girl made her exit, Wanda began pacing about, losing herself in troubled thought.
Although she couldn't blame Deena for what had happened, she did blame Hal. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more furious she became with her husband for taking advantage of her innocent little girl. Despite what he'd done, however, she still loved him and divorce never entered her mind.
"People who live in glass houses can't very well throw stones, can they?" she said, thinking aloud. "And because of Larry, that's exactly what I'd be doing if I blew up at Hal. Damn him, anyway! The bastard! Why didn't he bring his hard-on to me? I give him all the pussy he could possibly want! But then, I suppose you could turn that around and apply it to me, too. God knows, Hal doesn't leave me hurting for cock ... and I have been having it from Pug, too ... and then from Larry again last night. So, what am I going to do about this? Jesus, what a mess! If I wanted to get even with Hal, I suppose I could seduce his sons. Hmmm ... that would serve him right, wouldn't it?
"And it isn't as if I haven't thought about the cute little rascals that way. But they're so innocent! I doubt if either of them knows their peters are good for anything except peeing through. But they are appealing. So young and juicy and wholesome! Look out, Stepmom, you're going to talk yourself into something. You know you've got a yen for young boys anyway, and if you're not careful, you're liable to weaken and make a bad situation worse.
"Sure, you'd love to get their young peters in your mouth, wouldn't you? But you'd better watch out," she cautioned herself. "Better think it all out very carefully before you go off half-cocked and maybe blast hell out of a happy home for four growing kids and two basically decent parents."
Wanda decided to do nothing about her husband's indiscretion with her daughter. Perhaps it was a one-time slip that Hal would never allow to happen again. She would wait and see. In the meantime, trying to get herself straightened out, she refused to give herself to either her nephew or the family pet. But just to be on the safe side, she started dissolving a birth control pill in Deena's orange juice and made sure her daughter drank it every morning. From her own experience, Wanda knew that once a girl started having cock, she wasn't likely to stop no matter how hard she tried to do without it.
For a couple of weeks, things rocked on without incident, and Wanda was beginning to think she'd made the right decision. Then she awakened sometime between two and three on a Sunday morning and discovered that Hal was missing from their bed. When he hadn't returned a few moments later, she donned her robe and went looking for him.
Listening at Deena's locked door confirmed her suspicions. She could hear her daughter sighing and moaning as the bedsprings squeaked mutedly with a rhythm that could hardly be mistaken. Strangely, the anger she'd expected failed to materialize, and she found herself becoming more than a little aroused at the knowledge that her husband and daughter were knocking off a sneaky piece. She'd had the foresight to protect the girl against pregnancy, so she wasn't worried about any disastrous consequences.
Knowing that her husband and daughter were having sexual intercourse didn't cause Wanda to jump up and down with joy, but she did smile slightly as she asked herself, Actually, when you get right down to it, where's the harm in it? Hal loves Deena, and she is maturing now. I suppose she'll be having it from now on from someone. Lord knows a mother can't protect her child from such a powerful natural thing as the sex urge. Damned if I don't think I'd rather she get it from Hal than from some boy who might not be clean and more than likely wants nothing from her or any other girl except a piece of tail.
When she looked at it that way, it seemed to Wanda that her husband and daughter were just having a little harmless sex fun in her room. But she wasn't going to let Hal off scot-free. She felt in the mood for a little sex fun herself. And Hal was in for a shock, because Wanda's sneaking days were over. She intended to push her husband and bring this whole bit to a head, no matter what the outcome. They were a family, each of them human and therefore imperfect, but damned if Wanda intended to hide her faults any longer.
Hal did a double-take when he came tiptoeing back into the master bedroom. The lamp was on. His wife was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and his big boxer dog was screwing hell out of her.
"Well, what have you ... ahhhh ... got to say about this?" Wanda panted, failing to mention that she knew what he'd been up to.
He shut the door and approached the bed with an excited grin playing over his face. He'd been hoping it would happen, he told her, confessing that he suspected his first wife had been using Pug this way but that he'd never caught her in the act. He was delighted. It really turned him on to see his wife taking on his dog. Hal didn't mention Deena, either, but he was wild to make love to Wanda soon as the boxer finished.
Realizing that her new husband was a much hornier devil than she'd ever supposed, Wanda had Larry in bed with her when Hal got home from work on the following Monday night.
All Hal said was, "I wasn't asleep that morning at the motel." Then she shed his clothes and climbed in bed with her and Larry.
What with her husband and nephew taking turns on her, Wanda got hosed plenty that night.
"Is there nothing that will shock you or make you jealous?" Wanda asked the next day as she made Hal's breakfast.
"Is that what you've been trying to do?"
"Something like that. I wanted to pay you back, I guess."
"For what?"
"For Deena, damn you, and don't try to deny you've been screwing her."
He shrugged. "I was afraid you knew about that. I've been wondering when you would get around to calling me on it. All right, I admit it. I felt guilty as hell about it at first, but I don't now, thanks to the way you've been carrying on. And don't think I'm complaining on that score. I knew you were a sexy wench the first time I saw you. Baby, you've opened my eyes to a whole new way to live. Long as you do it here at home, I don't give a damn how much you scratch your sex itch."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Would I say it if I didn't?"
"Ricky and Randy. What about them?"
"My sons look good to you, do they?"
"Maybe."
"Then have at them. For crissake, why should they be left out when the rest of us are having our kicks? The twins are almost fifteen. Their birthday's Sunday. I'm giving them each a transistor radio. What are you going to give them?"
"Maybe I'll just give them a sex education!" Wanda snapped.
Hal grinned.
"You don't think I'll do it, do you, smart ass?!"
Hal caught her wrist when she tried to slap him. He took her, struggling, into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose. "What are you getting so shook for, darling?"
"You don't love me!" she accused.
"The hell I don't. You ought to know better than that. As for the boys, they're old enough. Sure, I think you'll do it. Know what else? I believe they'll enjoy your present one helluva lot more than mine. Now, hurry those eggs up, will you?"
"You're a bastard," she said, smiling. "But a nice one and I love you. I've got Deena on the Pill, so you can have your fun and not worry about it from now on."
"God, what a relief. Now I can quit using those damned rubbers. You know something, that little girl of ours, she's a fantastic lay."
"Better than her mother?"
"No way."
Wanda stepped to the stove to turn his eggs. "I'm going to have a surprise party for Ricky and Randy. You're invited, of course. Itll be a family affair."
He chuckled. "I'll be looking forward to it, honey."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They had a late supper that Sunday evening, after which Wanda brought out the cake she'd baked. It had fifteen candles on it. She lit them and had the identical twins-who looked remarkably like their father except for their youth and their nearly mod-length brown hair-get then-heads together and blow as one to extinguish the candles.
Larry and Deena gave them presents for which they'd saved out of their allowances, and Hal presented them with the new transistor radios. Ricky and Randy were pleased, and very proud of the gifts they'd received. They each thanked the gift-givers separately, and assuming the radios were from both their parents, they thanked Wanda as well as Hal for them.
"No, no, boys," Hal corrected. "The radios are from me. Your mom has a gift for you, too, though, don't you, Wanda?"
"Really?" Ricky cried.
"Oh, boy, Mom," Randy said. "What is it? What have you got for us?"
"It's a surprise," Wanda said, winking at Hal. "Let's all go into the bedroom. I'll give it to you there." Wanda put her arms around the twins' waists and walked off with one on each side of her.
"Come on, kids," Hal said. He patted Deena's cute little bottom, slipped an arm around her waist and another around Larry's shoulder, and they followed Wanda and Hal's sons.
With Hal's approval, Wanda had bought a king-sized bed that had been delivered on Friday. She led the twins up beside it and said, "I have only one present for the both of you. Why don't you unwrap it together?"
"Where is it?" Randy asked, looking around.
"Yeah, where is it?" Ricky seconded. "I don't see anything, Mom. And what is it? Will we like it? Can we divide it or do we have to share it?"
"You'll soon see it," Hal assured. "It's something boys your age generally talk about a lot, and want very much. As for sharing it, yes, but your mom will show you how to use it to best advantage."
"But what is it?" Ricky persisted eagerly.
"All right, boys, start unwrapping your present because I'm anxious for you to have it," Wanda said. "Ricky, you may remove my blouse and bra; Randy you take off my skirt and panties."
"HUH?!" the twins asked as one.
Hal laughed. "You heard right, boys. Mind your mom. She knows what she's doing. You would like to see her naked, wouldn't you?"
"Gosh, yeah, but...." Ricky drawled unsurely, both the lads looking from their father to their stepmother in disbelief.
Larry grinned; he was beginning to understand. Deena stood diffidently beside her stepfather, his hand caressing her compact bottom; she didn't know what to make of this.
"Go on," Hal urged. "It's all right."
The twins looked at each other. Ricky grinned.
Randy shrugged. They nodded, and working as a team, they began awkwardly undressing their gorgeous step-mother.
By the time they got her nude, the kids were trembling with nervous excitement. Wanda stood there smiling, letting them gaze upon her fair-skinned beauty. They were hypnotized by her naked splendor. She was slightly nervous, herself, but she wouldn't have missed this for anything. There was no doubt as to the effect she was having on the young virgin boys. Their peters were hard as bones, tenting their trousers.
"Gee, Mom," Randy said.
"Yeah!" Ricky exclaimed. "Thanks! Letting us see you like this, wow, it's the best present we got!"
"There's more," Wanda said. "Mom's going to give her darling boys much more than a look. Touch me. I want you to. Both of you. Touch me anywhere you want to."
"Anywhere?" they asked together, their expressions mirroring their pleasured surprise.
Wanda nodded, then stood shivering with sensual anticipation as her step-sons began running their shaking young hands over her warm, curvaceous body. It was absolutely delicious to be nude in front of the whole family and have the twins fondling her tits while the others looked on. They became bolder. Randy moved behind her and started feeling up her backside; he seemed to be fascinated by her full, rounded ass. Ricky let himself down to his knees and slipped his hand timidly in between her soft, smooth thighs. Wanda spread her legs for him and the little rascal started feeling up her cunt. Her blonde sex was already moist with dew, so he had little trouble insinuating a finger into her vagina.
"Gosh!" he breathed, waggling his finger around inside her. "It feels so hot and slick, Mom!"
"Do you like Mom's pussy?" she cooed, making it nibble at his finger. "Would you like to put your peter in it, sugar? "
"I'm giving the twins their first piece of pussy, Deena. It's my birthday present to them."
"Mo-other! NOOH! YOU ... YOU CANT MEAN THAT!"
"I shouldn't think it would shock you all that much, my darling daughter. After all, you and Hal do it, and Larry and me, so why shouldn't Randy and Ricky get in on the fun. Now be a good girl and take care of Hal and Larry for Mother while she gives the younger boys their first sex education lesson."
"Heck, yeah!" Larry said, and whipped out his erection. "Hold my cock, Deena!"
"Good idea, son," Hal told Larry, and he took out his own veteran dong. "Hold both our cocks, sugar, and we'll massage your lovely little titties and bottom while the three of us watch the fun, won't we, Larry?"
"Damn, bet'cha!"
"Ooouuu!" Deena sighed, as her cousin and step-dad each took one of her small hands and placed them on their pulsing pricks. She squeezed down on their appealing organs as four hands began working at her sensitive young titties and the alluring cheeks of her sassy little bottom. "Yesss! Ohh, this is soo naughty ... but I like it!"
"Like mother like daughter," Hal chuckled, patting her butt as he tweaked her tender nipple, making her suck in her breath and grip both his and Larry's dicks harder. "Enjoying the party, Deena?"
"Oooh, Daddy ... yes, yes!"
Wanda lay down with her womanly rump on the edge of the bed and her feet on the floor. She fingered open her snatch and had the boys kneel so they could get a good view as she held it open for their inspection and gave them a lesson in female anatomy. She explained the function of each of her sexual parts, especially her clitoris, which she showed them how to stimulate. First she used her finger on the pea-sized nubble, and after she'd demonstrated the technique she had each of the twins take a practice turn at stimulating this most vital of all a woman's private parts.
The kids were fast learners. Their hesitant then eager clitoral massaging made her sigh and squirm about, and she explained the feelings they were giving her. She demonstrated the art of finger-fucking and had them use two fingers when she let them practice it.
"Oh, you sweet things, you're going to be wonderful little lovers! Mom is going to teach you everything! It'll take months of lessons like this. Isn't that lovely? Now, stand up and let me undress the two of you!"
Wanda's nimble fingers flew over buttons and belt buckles as she quickly divested the lean, five-foot-six lads of their clothing. Their uncircumcised penises were adorable, hard and fat, almost as long as Larry's and dripping the clear boyish nectar that she loved so well.
Remaining seated on the side of the bed, her hands enclosed their identical stems and she drew the twins close, taking them between her wide spread legs.
For a moment she merely stroked their pricks, smiling hungrily at the appealing morsels of then-rosy crowns, covering and uncovering them again and again with the satiny softness of their folds of elastic foreskin. Then she leaned forward, extending her educated tongue, and peeled back the foreskin hoods and began licking both of the taut-skinned knobs at the same time, holding the lads close together.
"OHHH ... OH, MOM!" Randy sighed. He was the shy one.
"OHHH, THAT FEELS GOOD!" Ricky, the more outgoing of the two, exclaimed. "DO YOU DO THIS TO DAD? LICK IT, LICK IT!"
This wasn't the time to be answering questions. Wanda was getting carried away. Impulsively she opened her mouth wide and took both the bare dickheads inside, sucking as well as licking the toothsome morsels of musky, young-boy cock. She released their rods and slid her arms around their hips, tugging at their muscular young butts to pull them forward and get more of their delicious dicks into her greedy oral cavern.
"OHHH ... OHHHHHH!!!" the twins puled, shuddering with bliss as the front halves of their angled-together, slightly bent peckers slipped deeper into the moist heat of their step-mother's expertly sucking mouth.
Having both their peters in her mouth at the same time more than doubled Wanda's oral pleasure. God, it was heaven! She loved to go down and now she had two juicy prizes to suck at once. Cocksucking had never been more thrilling to her. Giving herself over to the joy of performing double fellatio, she began bobbing her blonde head rhythmically, sucking and slurping on the two-headed delicacy as if she was simply starved for the pure cum in the innocent balls of the twins' untainted young virginal bodies.
"Blow 'em, baby!" Hal called. "Take my sons all the way in your mouth! Suck 'em off the way nobody but you can do it."
The sound of her husband's excited voice made this lascivious act of double cocksucking all the more thrilling for Wanda. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Hal and Larry had Deena on her knees now. They were feeding cock to her daughter, one at a time, with Deena willingly taking brief sucks on each penis as they kept swapping off.
Wanda whimpered ruttishly as she hugged the twins together, forcing more of the double-barreled goodness of their pulsating young prongs into her ravenously suctioning mouth.
"AHHH ... UUNNNN!" Randy bleated, and a stream of heated sperm blew from the expanded crown of his suddenly twitching pecker.
"OHHHH ... UNG, UNG, UNG!" Ricky grunted a split second later, and he began shooting off in her mouth, too.
"UUUMMMMM!!!" Wanda moaned, as the twin jets of virginal semen spiraled into her mouth.
Their pure cum was priceless, nectar fit for a goddess. Wanda let it build up until her mouth was literally flooded with the steaming, rich-tasting cream. She swished her delighted tongue through the roiling mass of their combined ejaculate, savoring its delicate flavor. Then she moaned through her nose and began gluttonously gulping down the incredible sweetness of the orgasmically shuddering twins' scrumptious sex nectar.
"OH, YOU DARLING BOYS!" she crooned, drawing back slightly.
Her tongue darted out and scooped up the overflow of boyish jism from her puffy red lips. Neither of the healthy lads lost his erection. Wanda grasped their saliva-wetted pricks, milking them, going back and forth to lap up the precious drops of milky after-cum seeping from the tiny openings at the tips of their inflamed dickheads.
"TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF ME!" Deena pleaded, springing to her feet and fumbling at the belt buckles of her step-dad and cousin. "I WANT LARRY TO SCREW ME! IS IT ALL RIGHT, DADDY?"
"You bet it is, baby!" Hal told her. "Larry, this little girl is a fantastic fuck! Let's get her naked, son, I'll help you strip her! Jesus, I can't wait to see you and Deena going to it!"
"WHICH ONE OF YOU WANTS TO BALL MOM FIRST?" Wanda moaned as she flopped down and spread her legs.
Randy hesitated and the bolder twin beat him to their breathless step-mother.
Passionately Wanda embraced Ricky as she took him between her legs and guided his swollen glans into the well-lubricated maw of her eagerly twitching hairy hole.
"STICK IT IN, SUGAR! THAT'S THE WAY! PUSH! GIVE MOM YOUR SWEET YOUNG DICK! OHH ... OHHHH ... OH, YESSS, BABY, YES, YES ... AHHHHH!!!"
The horny youth sank his turgid meat hilt-deep into the slippery slot between the shapely legs of his lovely step-mother. "YEOW!" Ricky yelped. "YOUR PUSSY ... IS EVEN BETTER ... THAN YOUR MOUTH!!!"
"THEN FUCK IT, PRECIOUS!" Wanda urged. "PUSH IT IN AND OUT ... MMMM ... THAT ADORABLE FAT DICK OF YOURS! COME ON, RICKY, GET THAT BUTT TO MOVING! SHOW MOM'S PUSSY YOU LIKE IT!"
Awkwardly Ricky's rear end began rising and falling. His pecker slipped out once but Wanda quickly caught it in her hand and stuffed it back into her hungry, hot gap. In less than a minute Ricky had mastered this part of his lesson and was stroking his stony dick with smooth rapidity in and out of his step-mother's writhing body.
"OHHH, RICKY ... BABY ... WHAT A LOVELY PRICK YOU'VE GOT!" Wanda cooed, her open hands gliding over the boy's sweat-dampened back and arcing buttocks. "YOU'RE FUCKING MOM SO NICE! OH MY, YES! DO YOU LIKE YOUR PRESENT? TELL ME, DARLING, DOES MOM'S JUICY HOT CUNT FEEL GOOD TO HER LITTLE MAN?"
"FEELS GREAT!" Ricky panted, humping blissfully away. "OH, MOM, I LOVE IT ... LOVE YOU! WOW, I COULD FUCK YOU ... FOR HOURS!"
"YES, YOU SWEET THING!" Wanda trilled. "THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOUUU ... TO DO! FUCK ME LONG AND SWEET AND HOT!"
"Come on, kids, there's plenty of room on this big bed!" Hal directed. "Deena, lie down there beside your mother, sweetheart, and spread 'em for your cousin Larry! Maybe I'll let you suck my cock while he's giving it to you! Would you like that, girl?"
"OH, DADDY, THAT SOUNDS POSITIVELY KEEN!" the excited fourteen-year-old squealed. She scampered obediently onto the bed and lay down beside her mother.
Wanda clasped her little girl's hand and squeezed it fondly as her brother's son mounted the slender child and sank his rock-hard penis into the soft pink crack of the virtually bald clefted mound located at the juncture of Deena's willingly parted legs.
"OOOUUU ... OOOUUUU ... OOOHHHH!!!" Deena cried out, shivering with pleasure as she felt the inches of throbbing male turgidity dilating her tiny slit and sinking into the fluttering depths of her plushy little pussy. "OHHH ... IT FEELS ... SOO GOOODDD!!!"
"You like Larry's dong, do you, daughter?" Wanda asked in a knowing, husky whisper as she beamed approval upon this incestuous act of carnal love.
"OH, MOTHER, YESSS ... I DO, I DO!" the sensual girl crooned as her cousin began fucking into her. "COCK! AAAAAH! COCK, COCK, COCK! OHHH ... OH, SHIT ... HOW I DO LOVE CCOOCCKKK!!!"
"YES, DEAR, OF COURSE YOU DO!" Wanda moaned. "MOTHER KNOWS EXACTLY HOW HER LITTLE GIRL FEELS! IT'S WONDERFUL ... COCK ... THERE'S NOTHING LIKE IT ... MMMMM ... AND I WANT YOU TO ENJOY IT, DEENA!"
"YES, MOTHER, YES ... MMMMM ... BLUB, BLUB!" Deena's lips formed eagerly around the bulging head of her step-father's fat dick and she sucked down on it as he fed it into her sperm-starved mouth.
"FUCK HER, SON!" Hal husked, holding Deena's head as he stroked the front four inches of his vein-streaked prong in and out of the child's suctioning oral cavern, screwing her pretty young face as if it were a twat. "GIVE IT TO HER, LARRY! TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE READY TO BLOW, BOY, SO WE CAN SHOOT OFF TOGETHER! THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, ISNT IT, DEENA, TO HAVE US SHOOTING OFF IN YOU FROM BOTH ENDS?"
"MMM-HMMMMM ... OOOOMM UMMM-HUMMMMM!!!" the young girl moaned, nodding her head as she sucked voraciously for the big mass of delicious hot cream she knew her step-father had waiting for her, her hips starting to bounce up and down as she threw her hot slot up to her seriously humping cousin.
"OH, SWEET JESUS!" Wanda wailed, nearly letting down a cum at the blatantly erotic sight of her tender young daughter having cock in both her tiny pussy and her small, hungry mouth.
The lust-inciting spectacle made Wanda wild to have both the twins' sweet pricks again at the same time. But she wanted Randy's rammed up her butt not stuck in her mouth, and recalling how her full, fleshy rump had fascinated the shy lad, she clasped her brother tight against her and rolled over, her action putting Ricky on bottom and her on the top.
"COME ON, RANDY!" she puled, reaching back to spread the lovely soft, white moons of her buttocks wide open for him. "YOU don't HAVE TO WAIT ANY LONGER! I WANT YOU NOW! MOM'S GOT A NICE, TIGHT HOLE FOR YOU! DO YOU LIKE MOM'S BIG FAT ASS? DO YOU WANT TO FUCK IT? THEN, COME ON, SUGAR, AND STICK THAT NICE, HARD DICK RIGHT UP MY ASSSS!!!"
Wanda had Ricky spread his legs so Randy could mount her from behind. She fingered up some of her slick cuntal dribbles and smeared the pussy cream over her rosebud rectum.
The boy was shaking visibly with the lewd excitement of it as he climbed on top of his twin brother and accommodating step-mother and aimed his fiercely erect peter at the shimmering pink target of Wanda's winking asshole.
"OHHH, OHHH!" Wanda sighed, grasping Randy's stem and guiding its bluntly rounded head into her forbidden rear portal. The hot tip of his pulsing cockhead wedged timidly into the elastic ring of her anal aperture. Wanda shivered with delight, and gasped, "THAT'S IT! PUSH, BABY ... PPUUSSHHH!!!"
Randy pressed for entrance, worming his glans into the snugness of her yielding anus. Suddenly his blood-engorged knob popped into her and the boy sucked in his breath blissfully.
"UNG, UNG, UNNNNN!!!" Wanda whined. "OHH, GOD LOVE YOU, RANDY! THAT'S MARVELOUS! NOW, BABY, NOW ... SHOVE IT UP MY BUTT! MOM WANTS IT ... YOUR COCK ... CRAM IT IN ALL ... NN AAAGGGHHHHHH ... TTHHEE ... WA A-AAAY Y Y Y!!!"
"MOM! OHHH, MMOOMMM!!!" Randy cried, shuddering with the instant ecstasy of it. He was into her right up to his young balls, and he couldn't believe how wonderful her tightly gripping, furnace-hot ass felt around the pulsating length of his fully inserted penis.
"IS IT GOOD, RANDY? DOES MOM'S ... OOOUUUU ... BUTT FEEL NICE?" Wanda rasped, clenching her inner muscles so as to make her penetrated sheaths grab at the hard lengths of her stepsons' two peckers.
"GOOD!" Randy wailed, flattening her buttocks as he ground against her, his youthful face taking on an expression of sheer rapture. "OH, MOM ... THANK YOU ... I LOVE ... OHHHH ... YOUR PRESENT!"
"OH, YES, DARLING!" Wanda crooned, rotating her rump for him. "YOU'RE MORE THAN WELCOME! NOW DO IT! FUCK ME! OH, BABY, BABY ... CORNHOLE ME GOOD AND HARD!"
Only too glad to obey, Randy began sawing away at the clinging ring of her pleasured rectum, pumping his brown-tinged rod in and out of the divine depths of his sensual step-mother's luscious butt, while Ricky hunched her snatch from below.
"OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!" Wanda chanted mindlessly, thrilling to the glorious sensations of having the lovely cocks of her husband's twin sons working in her front and rear openings at the same time.
"NOW, HAL, NOW!" Larry yelped, and socked his twitching prong full into the moist heat of Deena's heaving little belly, emptying his bloated balls into the orgasmically quaking, sobbing young girl while the older man groaned and spunked his copious load down her greedily gulping throat.
"SHOOT IT TO HER!" Wanda screeched. "CUM IN HER! FLOOD HER WITH LOVELY HOT FUCK JUICE! OH, GOD, MY LITTLE GIRL ... LISTEN TO HER MOAN! MY DARLING DAUGHTER LOVES HER COCK, ALL RIGHT! BUT, OHHH, OHHH ... NOT A DAMNED BIT MORE THAN HER ... MMMMM ... HOT-ASSED MOTHER DOES! OH, BOYS ... OHHHH ... MY SWEET, SWEET LITTLE MEN! FUCK ME, FUCK ME ... OH, LORDY ... FFUUCCKKK MMMEEEE!!!"
The heat of their three-way incestuous union was too much for Wanda's febrile sex-flesh to long endure. The two stiff dicks were pumping her so full of fiery carnal pleasure that she thought she would burst apart at the seams. Then it hit her, the full impact of the tremendous climax that had been building and building for such a long blissful time. She sucked in her breath raggedly, her soft blonde tresses whipping the air as she flung her head about.
"NNNAAA-G GG A AAHHHHHH!!!" Wanda shrieked, her delicate features contorting with the flesh-quaking blast of climactic ecstasy.
"CUMMING ... OHHHHH ... AAAHHHHHHH ... OH, GAWD, AM I EVER CUUUMMMMIIIIINNNGGGG!!!" she trilled, and collapsed weakly between her step-sons, her sweat-dripping body shuddering uncontrollably.
Her spasming holes sucked the semen out of both of the inexperienced lads, and Wanda sobbed out brokenly with the soul-shattering intensity of her all-over cum as the throbbing cocks of her groaning, grunting step-sons gushed torrents of boiling hot boy-cream into her bowels and pussy.
"Christ, what a party!" Hal exclaimed later as he and Wanda lay smoking in the center of the huge bed. The children had gone to their respective beds a few moments earlier. "That's what I call a real family orgy."
"You enjoyed it, did you?" Wanda chuckled. She brought up her cigarette and took a deep, satisfying drag. "Didn't you?"
"Better believe it," she cooed, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Well do it again sometime."
"Lots," she sighed.
"About once a week will be enough for me, though."
"Sure, me too, lover. Finished with your smoke?" She took his cigarette, mashed it and hers out in the ash tray, then switched off the bedside lamp and cuddled up to him. She fondled his limber phallus and his depleted testicles. "Want some more before you go to sleep?"
"Are you kidding, woman?"
She laughed softly and gave his well-used dong a loving yank. Wanda didn't want any more, either. The sexual appetites of the entire family were completely satiated for the present.
"Hal?"
"Huh?" He was yawning.
"Do you love me any less? I mean, what we did isn't exactly what most people would consider good clean family fun."
"That's their problem, sweetheart. 'Course I love you. More, if anything. Now, sweet cunt, how about some sleep, huh?"
Wanda cuddled up to him. She was utterly contented, sublimely happy. She had everything she'd ever really wanted. A good husband. A stable marriage that provided her with a sense of inner peace and security. A comfortable home. Children. Four of the sweetest kids in the whole wide world. What more could any woman want?
