As women more and more invade the male sanctuaries of certain types of employment, they are subjected to greater and greater unsought sexual stimulation and temptation. And one of the very real problems in modern society is that the accepted codes of behavior are breaking down, leaving women to make many decisions that once would have been dictated by specific mores.
Self determination is not easy for anybody if they're not prepared for it. Be it a country-or a sexually liberated female letter carrier- independence is a traumatic situation to be faced and conquered not once but over and over and yet over again.
The heroine of this book is caught in the throes of being released into the world of men with the en-cumbrances of sexual immaturity wrapped around her. Now knowing enough about sex, or about her own emotional reactions to sex, there is nothing to save her from turmoil which, when it is revealed to the wrong men, ultimately leads to her total degradation.
This adult novel is no plea to return to the old status quo. No book is or can be. It is, instead, an indictment of a system which gives women sexual freedom and does nothing to prepare them for it. It's a hell of a way to run a society, and it's a precarious way to treat the mental health and happiness of more than half of the American population. This novel is entertainment and probably can change little if anything. But at least the opportunity is here.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Iris Coit stopped in her tracks. Did I see that"? Were those two boys masturbating right there in that yard"?
The slender, intense blonde turned around. The gate in the tall hedge was only waist-high, made of narrow white pickets. I don't want to let them see me. Iris bent low and peeked between the slats. Her Postal Service miniskirt stood stiffly out behind her, showing a lovely length of smooth, slim thigh. The lush pout of her pussy stood out in her conservative white panties, a juicy handful if ever there was one.
They are! I didn't think boys that young did that. The big one can't be more than thirteen. They look like brothers. It's terrible! To think that a brother would expose someone so young to self-abuse!
Iris crept closer to the gate. The boys were totally involved in watching each other jack off. The slender blonde letter carrier looked around.
Is anybody watching me? Look-there's another gate much closer. I bet I could sneak up behind them. I have to do something about this. A responsible citizen can't let young men ruin their lives!
Iris stooped to adjust her knee-high uniform socks. She wanted to look as official as possible when she confronted the children. She tucked in her blouse, stretching it tighter across her sharp-pointed bosom. She made a mental note of the address and strode around the corner of the yard.
Iris heard pages turning. One of the boys was talking. The woman strained her ears.
"Look at the titties this one has! She's super!"
That's terrible! They're handing down horrid attitudes about women! My breasts may not be as big as those magazine cows, but I'm still a woman, and a very desirable one . . . I think. I keep myself in good shape, even if I don't flaunt myself. There are lots of twenty-five-year-old women who need bras, but I don't and I never will!
Iris was fuming by the time she reached the side gate. The crooked-hanging portal swung loose. She couldn't see the boys from her new position, so Iris slipped through the gate and into the yard. She kept the big shade tree between herself and the naked boys.
Iris poked her head around the leathery trunk of the tree. Intent on the pictures, the boys didn't look up. "This sure feels good, Bobby," the smaller one said. "Who showed you how to do it?"
"I figured it out myself," Bobby said proudly. "I wish this book had more pussies in it. I really like to look at them."
"They're okay, I guess, but I really like all the bottoms and tits. I like the ones with the great big nipples, like her." The smaller boy pointed to a picture. The meaty thwack of his strokes speeded up.
Iris craned her neck. She couldn't see the girl he'd talked about. The blonde stepped out from behind the tree, catching a glimpse of the magazine.
Why, my nipples are bigger than those! I wonder what those dirty-minded boys would think if I took off my blouse? Besides, the girl isn't even pretty. She looks stupid, with her hands on herself and her tongue sticking out.
Iris opened her lips in a wide oval, imitating the model's expression. She ran the tip of her pink tongue around her mouth. A little flame heated her pussy. She started unbuttoning her blouse.
It's my duty to straighten those boys out for their own sake. They could ruin their lives by chasing those pin-up types. I'll teach them that a woman is more than a slick photo!
Iris skinned out of the blue-grey blouse. She crept up to the brothers' backs. The sudden nearness of their vigorously pounded little pricks made her pulse race. Iris cleared her throat. "Ahem!"
They boys' heads snapped around. Their fists stopped the rapid vertical beat.
Iris stood with her hands on her hips. Her conical titties stood high and proud, topped with the huge strawberries of her nipples. The luscious pink berries poked out, as big across the tip as a teenager's thumb. She slowly, sensuously slid her hands upward, pinching her narrow waist in. Iris cupped her hands under the firm cones.
"Wha-what are you doing, lady?" The older boy spoke first. He made a quick effort to sweep the magazine out of sight.
Iris put her sensible shoe on the cover. She looked the two smooth pantless bodies over carefully before replying. "You needn't worry about what I'm doing. Do your parents know what you boys are doing? Do they know that you are exposing yourselves to anyone who walks by? Would they be proud to find you polluting yourselves, abusing your bodies with masturbation?"
The smaller boy turned. "What's she talking about, Bobby?"
"Jacking off in the yard. Remember when Mom spanked me for spending too long in the shower?" Bobby turned back to Iris. "Are you gonna tell on us? Please don't, ma'am. We didn't mean no harm."
"I really should tell your mother about this," Iris said sternly. "Boys your age shouldn't be looking at this filth." Iris lifted her foot and kicked the magazine away. "What are your names?"
"I-I'm Bobby Hill, and he's Danny. He's my brother. Please, lady, don't tell our folks." Bobby looked around. His pants were out of reach.
Why, there're afraid of me! I don't know if I like that. It does feel nice to have some power over somebody for a change, though. Iris decided to test the children.
"Come with me into the corner of the yard." Iris turned, looking over her shoulder. The boys stood to follow. Their cocks poked forward like pink spears.
Bobby and Danny followed the slim woman across the lawn. The boys looked at one another, wondering what this mysterious, bare-breasted stranger was going to do to them.
Iris turned around, standing against the corner of the tall hedge. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a strict pony tail. Her arms were suntanned from walking her route, but the rest of her body was smooth, creamy white. She pointed and said, "Bobby, bring me that bench."
The youngster complied. He set the long redwood seat down. Iris sat. "No one can see us here. I want you to tell me why you were looking at that trashy magazine."
Danny spoke up. "Bobby showed it to me, and I got hard. He was gonna teach me how to jack off." The boy looked down at his bare feet.
"Why did you want to learn?" Iris asked. She couldn't keep her eyes off their hairless bodies. "There's no reason for a boy your age to lust after women's bodies." Iris' pussy was simmering. She felt the secret juices dampen her panties. She told herself, This is no time to get aroused, Iris. These boys need a lesson!
"We like lookin' at the pictures," Bobby told her. "You look nicer than they do, though. You're an awful pretty lady."
"Thank you," Iris said, pleased by the compliment. "Isn't it nicer to look at a real person than a picture?"
Danny moved within arm's reach. "Yeah, lots. You have better titties than the girls in the book." He reached shyly. "I like the ends on yours. They're really neat!"
Iris leaned toward the younger boy. "You think so?" She looked down and saw her nipple erecting. Her pink tips turned to coral. Her big aureoles contracted into a maze of stiff wrinkles. "Would you like to touch them?"
Bobby moved forward. "Can I, too?" His prick was rampant. He stroked the shaft.
Iris sighed at the questing touches of the boys' hands. "Don't play with yourselves, boys," she chided. She pulled Bobby's hand off his cock, replacing it with her own.
The heat of the boy's rigid weapon shot a flare of red lust into Iris' loins. She squeezed the shaft, milking gently up and down.
"Come closer, Danny," she commanded. "I'll take care of that." Iris grabbed the smaller boy's cock and ran her fingers over the shockingly soft skin.
They are so smooth and nice to touch! Why don't men stay this way when they grow up? The organs are much prettier this way. They look cute, even though they seem bigger than they are. I guess it's the fuzz around them. I can hardly see it!
Her Longest Route Oh' my! Why am I getting so hot? I'm just doing a duty for society. That magazine could warp these childish minds. What kind of wanton woman would pose for that sort of picture?
Iris imagined herself, naked, writhing lewdly for a camera. The spark in her cuntal flesh turned to a furnace of heat. She opened her mouth sensuously.
"That feels good, lady," Bobby said. "I dig the way you do it. Your hand feels neat!"
"Yeah," Danny chimed in. "It's a lot better than doing it myself." He bent quickly and kissed the hard spire of Iris's nipple.
"Oh! What are you doing, Danny! Don't suck so hard!" Iris pulled the boys closer, jacking faster at their cocks.
Bobby bent to her other nipple. He licked lasciviously around the point, bathing the whole pink circle of her corona. He scraped gently at the long tip with his teeth.
Iris thought she would faint. Her fingers caressed every bony ridge along the two prick shafts. Her panties were soaked. She squirmed on the redwood bench, rubbing the base of her cunny on the hard surface.
It helps if I squeeze my thighs together! Oh, what lovely little penises they have! I'm glad I stopped them from abusing themselves!
Iris rubbed her thighs together. The boys' hips were moving, forcing the hairless cocks in and out of her fast-stroking hands.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Iris moaned. She watched the childrens' cockheads thrust in and out, covered with the fistfuls of skin she held so tightly. The dear sight of those precious organs made the young woman drool.
"It feels funny," Danny said. "I don't know what's gonna happen!"
"I'm gonna shoot off pretty soon," Bobby warned. "Your titties really make me feel great."
"Then do it," Iris panted. "Get it out for me. I want you to do it, so you won't touch yourself any more!"
Four hands and four lips roved on her titties. Iris jacked furiously at the brothers' cocks. Her excitement built to a giddy peak. Iris knelt on the ground in front of the bench.
Bobby and Danny let go of her firm, lush breasts. They looked down at the panting woman. Those delicious cones jiggled with the fierce speed of her rapid wrists.
Iris looked the cockheads over. The two blind eyes stared back at her. The mushroom tops were redder with every stroke of her fast, soft hands.
Iris pulled the boys together. The little sacs bobbed. Danny and Bobby thrust their hips in unison.
I wonder if I can get them both in one hand. I could touch their testicles if I had a hand free.
Iris tried the capture, but her slim fingers couldn't wrap around both organs and keep the fortissimo beat. She caught both in two hands, but one always escaped when she reached for the bouncing sacs.
Damn! I want to feel those rolling little things! How can I touch them? I can't let either of these children go back to handling himself!
Iris opened her mouth wide. She held one little cock in each hand, and pulled the boys close. She put her mouth on the ends of their cocks.
Bobby and Danny jostled against each other. If this half-naked lady wanted to kiss their hard pricks, it was all right with the boys.
Iris groaned her pleasure. The two thrusting spears stretched her lips, but she loved running her tongue around the twin knobs. Danny's was a little smaller, but no less delightful.
Iris bathed the children's cockheads with saliva. Spit leaked from the corners of her mouth. In seconds, her chin was as wet as her pussy. She put a hand on each young ass.
Bobby held her head against his cock. The lusty sliding of his brother's sock against his own excited the boy. The sucking was the best feeling the thirteen-year-old had known in his life.
Iris blessed her wide, full lips. She sucked lustily at the dual piercers. The forbidden joy of the double fellatio and the smooth, fresh feeling of their asses blew her mind. Iris hummed rhythmically around the prick-pair.
Her cunt was tight. She felt the entire floor of her pelvis contracting lustily. Iris couldn't keep her hips still. The woman's knees bent, rolling her cunt around in lewd circles.
The slender blonde concentrated on the cock-heads. It took all her skill to lick equally at each one, covering the rim and the tiny, boyish cumslits.
Iris tried to stand back and look at herself. A part of her mind revolted at the knowledge that she was blowing two young boys, but the tight heat in her cunt won out. She sucked at them like a mad woman. A strident voice in her brain prayed for the boys to fill her mouth with cum.
It won't be long. I feel them swelling up. Bobby's getting harder and harder. Even Danny's little butt is tense. Come on, boys, please!
Bobby thrust deep. Iris almost gagged on the manly little spike as it hit the back of her throat, but she controlled the spasm.
Danny's prick still rammed in and out. She slipped a fingertip part way into his tiny rosebud ass, and he stuffed his cock all the way into her mouth.
Iris licked the undersides of the shafts. She tried to swallow the twin knobs, making her palate milk at them. Her lips sealed tight around the naked base of both shafts. Iris hung on the edge of a cunt-shaking orgasm. She squealed deep in her throat.
Bobby pulled her face against his belly.
Iris felt the pulse travel the length of the boy's cock. She welcomed the thick, stringy blast of cum. The blonde tried to swallow it, but the surprising size of the shot filled her mouth.
Danny's younger cockhead responded to the sudden gush of slimy warmth. He spewed cum into Iris' mouth, grunting in surprise. The sudden release of his first cum was a delightful shock to the boy.
Iris found herself struggling to keep the cocks in her mouth. The first salty taste of the spunk set her cunt off. Her hands clawed at the boys' asses.
Oh, God, don't let me lose them, she begged. Both cocks pistoned back and forth in her mouth as she gulped at the cum. Mixed with saliva, the fluid trailed down her chin.
Over and over, as fast as little jackhammers, the two pounded in and out of her mouth. Iris slumped, the explosion in her pussy overwhelming even her need for boy cum. She let the cocks, still jabbing, slip out of her mouth. Iris fell onto her back.
Bobby and Danny still thrust, but the flood of cum had almost stopped. Their cocks glistened with spit and semen. The boys' knees were wobbly. They fell down on the grass next to the half-naked letter carrier.
"Ma'am, that was great. I never had a lady blow me before," Bobby panted. "It sure feels better than jackin' off."
Danny lay on his side, nodding his head. "You're super, lady. What's your name?"
Iris began to answer, but a voice cut her off. "Bobby! Danny! Where are you?"
Iris sat up in shock. The boys scrambled toward their clothes. "Mom's home!" Bobby hissed.
Iris dashed toward her blouse. She struggled into it. The frightened blonde was starting to tuck it in when she saw a shadow moving around the corner of the house. She froze for an instant, then hid behind the big tree. How am I going to explain this to their mother? I've got semen all over my face!
CHAPTER TWO
Iris hardly dared breathe. She could see Danny struggling with his zipper. Bobby was already dressed.
Dawn, the boys' mother, was a veritable Valkyrie of a woman. She was blonde like Iris, but bloody huge. Mrs. Hill was shapely for all her size-her breasts were like two pale pillows, huge and round. At five-nine, Dawn Hill was imposing, almost frightening in her voluptuous femininity.
Her voice was sharp. "Where have you boys been? Why didn't you answer me when I called? I'm going to have to tell your father you've been hiding from me again."
Dawn's scolding wasn't totally unpleasant to the ear. She had a throaty, sensual voice. Her hips were firm, meaty enough to take on a fleet of lusty riders.
Iris peeked from behind the scaly tree. The letter carrier had her blouse tucked in at last. She saw the broad, tall, stacked woman grab each boy by an arm and drag them away. As her panic cooled, Iris felt sorry for the children.
Iris slipped out of the yard. She went to her Post Office jeep and grabbed a handful of tissues. She studied her face in the mirror as she wiped the cum away.
Her pulled-back blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face, with large grey eyes that tilted slightly up at the corners. Her cheekbones were high and fine-chiseled. Iris had a perky upturned nose and a mouth that was almost too sensuously wide and full for her face. The lusty width of her mouth made her look sexy when she didn't want to, which had been most of her life.
No wonder those poor boys are fixed on breasts and bottoms, Iris thought. Look at the size of their mother! She looks like she painted her clothes on. The woman's positively packed into them!
Not that she's that heavy. Nobody could have a waistline like hers and be fat. She's just a big lady.
This is no way to keep myself on Special Delivery. I have to get more of these packages and letters out. I'd hate to have to go back to a walking route again. That bag gets so heavy! Mr. Bridges will rant and rave if I don't get back to the station. I better hustle. Iris started the little truck and roared away from the curb.
The slender woman rushed right through her lunch hour. She delivered all her mail and got back to the station just in time to check out. She ignored the lewd suggestions of her supervisor, Earl Bridges, and went home.
That man's so loathsome! I mean, if there was a trophy for grossness, he'd win it for sure. He thinks he's God's gift, though. I wonder if he's actually made every girl who's ever worked there.
No, that couldn't be. I bet he's fat and ugly all over, not just the parts I usually see.
I know he's nothing like those two Hill brothers. Bobby's nice, but that little Danny's just a doll! I sure hope they don't masturbate any more now. Maybe I better check up on them now and then.
Hey, Iris, that's a good idea. It would be such a shame if they spoiled themselves. I'll just mail a Special Delivery letter to them every couple of days.
Iris walked up the stairs to her tiny apartment. She had lived with her parents until the year before, and the small abode was packed with the belongings of all her life.
After dinner, Iris set to cleaning the little apartment. Shy and silent, she seldom spoke in the quiet of her evenings. She dusted her books and the shelf full of porcelain frogs, then got her mop and bucket out of the closet.
The summery evening was warm. Iris realized as she filled the castered bucket that she should change her clothes. She donned a thigh-length robe, shyly dotting her panties after her supple body was covered with the silky cloth.
It was nice of Mom and Dad to help me furnish this place, but I don't know why Dad got me this big deck-swabber of a mop. This industrial bucket is more convenient than running back and forth to the sink, but still . . .
I wonder why those children masturbate. Didn't their parents tell them it's a sin? I only remember being told once, and that was enough. I never touch myself, except for necessary reasons.
They sure were cute, though. Those little penises in their hands . . . I wonder if my fianc� Roger ever does that. Out there on that submarine, with all his duties. I'm sure he couldn't. He's a good, upstanding guy, and I'm proud he wants me. No matter what Mom would think, I enjoyed it when we made love before he went on sea duty. Now that I have this apartment, I can give myself to him when he comes hone on leave.
Oooh, that makes my body feel funny, almost like kissing those little boys' penises today. I wonder what happened there at the end? The feeling seemed to go so much further than when I made love with Roger. Do you suppose that was an orgasm? They say you can't describe it if you've never felt it, and it WAS like nothing I ever felt.
Iris picked up the mop, dunking it solidly in the big yellow bucket. Her robe fell open. Oh, well. There's nobody here to see me, anyway.
Iris pressed the water out of the mop. The vertical handle of the wringer stood at precisely the angle of little Danny's penis when she released it. The white plastic grip was just the length of Bobby's wand. She caressed it absently, thinking again of her good deed of the day. The young woman had perhaps saved two lives from moral pollution.
The black-printed robe showed off her fair skin to perfection. Iris stood with the front of the garment open. She turned one knee out, in the unconscious pose of a model. The dark gold of her pussy hairs glistened in the light. I remember when Daddy and Roger made me read about Communism. They said we had to know our enemy. I wonder if there are any books or articles about masturbation. I mean, I wouldn't want to do the wrong thing while I try to help those two boys. I've read enough to know about the evils of adultery and promiscuousness, so I'm in no danger there, but I don't think I ever saw anything about masturbation. Boy's bodies are different, of course, but maybe if I touched myself just a little bit I would be prepared.
Iris put the mop back in the rolling bucket. She steered the whole apparatus into the kitchen, where the light was brightest.
Hmmm. It certainly looks innocent enough. Let's brush some of this hair out of the way.
Doggone it! I'd better take off the robe. It just blocks the light. One can't study in the dark.
Iris peeled the slinky black cloth off her back. She rested her pale, firm buttocks on the edge of the little table and looked into her pussy.
Her heart beat a little faster. Iris parted her golden floss and looked at the tender, intimate crevice of her pussy. The edges of her cuntal lips showed slightly pink. She held her breath, then whispered, "It's not really wrong. This is just an experiment. Everybody knows I wouldn't do this without a good reason."
Reassured, the lovely blonde woman opened her outer labia. The inner folds were a darker pink. The little valley between the pouting richness of the larger wedges turned color as she watched.
It feels like all those times Roger touched me. I'm sure he'd understand-not that I'd ever tell him! I wonder if I'll get all wet?
Iris opened her thighs a bit further. She put her tongue in the corner of her mouth. It would take careful concentration to touch herself without masturbating enough to make it a sin.
Iris put one fingertip at the mouth of her vagina. The slippery feeling there seemed to heat her up. She liked the feeling, but there was something missing. Iris covered the whole golden wedge of pussy with her hand and squeezed the soft flesh.
Oh, that's rather nice! I wonder-is my clitoris erect? If it gets stiff, I won't touch it, of course.
Iris rolled her hand round, sliding the puffy folds of her pussy in a circle. The valley between her outer cuntlips got hotter and wetter. She lifted her palm from the tasty little mound and looked again.
The sides of her cuntal crevice were definitely redder now. Her hair slowly recovered from the crushing of her hand. The curls unwound, stranding up feather-soft from her labia. Opening the promising zone, Iris marveled at the change.
The inner valley was moist, with a pearly sheen to it. The petals of her inner cuntlips unfolded by themselves. They'd swollen just enough that they would protrude if she let her flesh close on them again.
Iris investigated the meaty little triangle at the top of the hidden crease. She knew her clitty was in there somewhere. She mentally renewed her bargain not to touch it if it were erect.
Iris breathed deeper now. She peeled the moist skin away from the little nubbin. A pearl-pink dot appeared, the size of a pea. She slid the inner lips down the tiny shaft.
A stiff inch of clitty appeared. It stood out from her cuntal valley like a miniature antenna. It tingled with the cool touch of the air on its moist surface.
Now, how am I supposed to tell if it's erect? I never saw anything but diagrams of the thing! I guess I better touch it and find out.
Wait. My vagina wants to feel something. Maybe if I put one finger just a little way inside myself, I could see if my clitoris reacts Holding her cuntlips carefully open, Iris ran her fingertip around the slippery ring of her cuntal sphincter. She felt the teasing thrill of the moist flesh, but her clitty didn't do anything.
I better put more into me. Maybe two fingers, if they'll fit. They should-Roger's penis is a lot bigger than two of my fingers. I understand it only hurts the first time, anyway.
Iris put her two longest fingers together and wiggled them into her vagina. The flesh resisted slightly. She wasn't fully lubricated yet. Iris teased her hole some more.
At last the slender blonde felt the swampy moisture in her pussy grow, insuring easy penetration. She slipped the first joint of one finger in, then the first joint of the other.
Her pussy still needed something. Iris wanted to see if her clitty would react. She didn't want to violate her promise about touching the little organ, if it were erect.
Iris looked around the kitchen thinking, There must be something here that would do it. I could move it back and forth inside me, and still have a hand free to hold myself open. I don't think my clitoris is erect, but I don't want to take any chances.
Her eyes locked onto the wringer handle. The white bicycle grip on the galvanized handle looked about as big around as Roger's cock. The only problem it presented was the series of little grip-ridges all around. The end was rounded slightly-it would at least be better than the naked length of pipe it covered.
Iris stood. Her pointed breasts cast shadows over her slim, smooth belly. The thin, serious girl walked around the bucket, trying to decide how best to insert the handle into her pussy.
Iris put one foot on either side of the corner of the bucket. The handle was spring-loaded, free to move through an arc. She held it against the stop.
The end looked terribly big and blunt. Iris wondered if she could actually fit it in. She spread her cuntlips, agitating a little more hot fluid from her vagina.
With a deep breath, Iris settled down onto the handle. It wasn't as difficult as it seemed. In fact, the thrill of conquering the challenge made her smile. Her blood raced, but Iris knew that was only because she'd found a solution. If the thick, ridged handle didn't cause her clitty to react, nothing would.
The stretching was difficult. Iris had to constantly readjust her labia, pulling them open further. Her cuntflesh wanted to turn in upon itself, pulling the dark gold hairs painfully.
At last Iris captured the squarish end. She breathed a little easier. Stark naked in her kitchen, Iris knew that victory over the sin of masturbation was in her grasp. "Know your enemy," she whispered Only half an inch of the plastic grip was in her vagina. Iris bent her knees, sliding further. She rolled her hips, whimpering at the odd feeling in her pussy. When she'd given herself to Roger, the whole act hadn't taken as long as the cuntal capture of this inanimate phallus.
Iris rubbed the sides of her cunny. She would have it soon, she knew. The hard part is over, the blonde girl told herself. She rolled her hips in a sensual circle, introducing more of the long rod into her cunt.
"Conquer temptation," Iris recited. "Resist evil." The first of the ridges bumped her sphincter open a little further. She started to retreat from the electric feeling, but her lust for knowledge triumphed. Iris took the first, the second, the third ridge into her pussy.
Her pussylips were dragging into her vagina along with the plastic grip. Iris had to raise her pussy up again "Oooh!" The rapid bumping of the ridges inside her cunt sent a chill up her spine. A fresh, thicker flow of musky juice started in her vagina.
Iris steeled herself to slide down that pole again. She suddenly realized that she hadn't been paying any attention to her clitty. With two slim fingers, she exposed the little lovedart and watched closely, sliding down again.
Her cunt captured more of the pole. Half the grip was in her now. Iris wanted to feel it filling her belly. She thought, How can I know what it's like, even for women, if I don't do it all? Oh, it's almost up against my womb!
Iris hoisted her ass again. The thrill of the bumps sent a bigger shiver flashing into her brain, but Iris was prepared for this one. She grinned to herself and took it down.
It felt like a hundred little fingers stretched her out and let her snap back again. Iris listened to her labored breathing. She moaned a little louder with each stroke.
The puckery ring of muscle at the mouth of her vagina kissed at the white plastic. Iris slid back and forth, bending her body around to make the delightful handle probe every atom of her belly. She leaned back, turning her face up toward the light. The end of the handle poked against the inside of her skin. Iris rubbed her hands over it, and the delight nearly made her faint.
Iris rode up and down, looking up, then checking her clit again. The only thing that happened to the pink spike was when her inner labia slithered along it. She felt a sharper thrill then, but it was hard to tell it from the thrumming ache in her vagina.
Iris took all of the grip in one grinding slide. Her hips circled, making the spring-loaded pole wobble in her cunt. The five inches of plastic lodged in her vagina but Iris couldn't detect any visible change in her clitoris.
My labia are spread out quite far now. They are a lot redder, and I smell like I'm excited. Well, I have to be a little bit aroused, otherwise my research won't work, right?
Iris pulled up, then went down again. The feeling of stretching fullness was nice. At least this time I can take my time. I felt so rushed with Roger.
She closed her eyes, letting her head loll back. Iris ground happily away at the phony penis. Oh, I could go on like this forever! It just waits until I want it, and when I want to be half-empty again, I slide upward. If only it didn't make me shiver so much from those little ridges. I can't even see the plastic any more when I look down. Ah, there, I feel the edge of it. It's just at the mouth of my vagina.
I suppose I'd better check my clitty again. I know that's not the right name, but it doesn't really matter. I'm really starting to like this research. If only it weren't bad for me, I'd do something like this every night.
Iris put one fingertip to her clitty. It was erect, as it had been all along. The cool fingertip inflamed her pussy, making her vagina spasm around the wringer handle.
"Ohhhh, Roger!" she called. Her voice rose and fell in a horny yodel. "If you ever find out, I'll die! It feels so good, so awfully good!"
Iris put both hands to her pussy. She kneaded her cuntlips, molding them into a wet, sensuous wad around the hot spike of her clitty. The woman rose and fell, moving faster as her cuntal heat increased.
The water in the big bucket sloshed as Iris moved faster. She swallowed the whole grip in her pussy. The chilly zinc of the pipe made her cunt spasm.
"Ow!" Iris squealed. Her eyes snapped open. The base of the handle was clanking against the rest of the wringer. She put her hands on her knees.
Her titties jiggled with the sharp contractions of her muscles. That unmistakable sensation she'd felt while sucking the boys' cocks welled up in her again. Iris spun and ground against the length of pipe, wanting to force it out. Bent over, she impaled herself on the makeshift dildo and wailed with heat.
"Oh, let it happen, let it go," she pleaded. The wringer clanked as she moved the bucket around with the force of her gulping strokes. Over and over, Iris pleaded with the empty apartment.
A huge pink balloon of feeling burst inside her belly. Iris gripped her pussy in her hands and rode up and down on the pipe. She kneaded her clitzone like dough. The passionate writhing impaled her cunt deeper and deeper. Her orgiastic feeling had been short and hot this afternoon, but this one seemed to have no end. Iris gasped, almost pained by the exquisite sensation that rose in her guts.
Her head was swimming. Iris didn't know if she could stand another second of the lascivious cum. Her cunt clasped the pipe like a hand. She pulled at it with her pussy, alternately sucking more in and writhing away from it.
Spots leaped in crazy circles before her eyes. The whole kitchen turned red around the edges. Her heart pounded like a drum. With a final, gut-tearing effort, Iris straightened her legs. The ridges along the handgrip punished the overloaded nerves of her hole. Iris clamped one hand around the clanking shaft and tried again to pull it out.
One hand still feverishly wringing at the top of her flaming pussy, Iris struggled to rid her hole of the delicious torture of the unending orgasm. Her soul tore apart. One half of her wanted to be split open by the rod, while the other half was sure another second of orgasm would kill her.
With a heroic wail, Iris got the damnable rod out of her hole. Tears streaming down her face, the woman sank to her knees on the cold floor of her kitchen. Iris kept both hands on her cunt. They worked against the sensitive flesh without her will.
Iris sagged. Her pale asscheeks rose toward the ceiling. She rested her chin on the floor. The cold tile made her neglected nipples spring up like popcorn. She rolled onto her side, extending her long, trim legs. Her hips moved with the throes of her release, continuing their undulations even after she passed out.
Iris' hands fell away from her pussy. She lay at last on her back, spread-eagled on the white floor. The light showed every detail of her supine body. Drops of sparkling juice lighted her pussy, unable to hide the angry red of the inflamed flesh. Iris slept.
CHAPTER THREE
After her first experience with masturbation, Iris was more determined than ever to rescue the boys from the alluring temptations of self-indulgent pleasure. She posted a special-delivery letter to a house down the street from them, dropping it off at an office where she wasn't known Irish tried hard to be casual when the letter showed up. She wondered if the boys would be home. I certainly hope they're around somewhere. If I get there soon enough, their mother won't be anywhere around, and I can find out if they've sinned again. Now that I know what it does to a person, I realize how much they'll need my help to avoid being snared in that sensual trap.
Iris sorted and bundled the letters. It was a school day, so she didn't want to arrive too early. The mere thought of missing them and having to wait another day to keep them from polluting themselves was agony.
She was in luck. The two boys were just entering their front gate when she pulled up. Iris parked the truck around the corner. She trotted to the tall hedge and took her long, golden hair down. It flowed around her face like some molten halo.
"Bobby! Danny!" Iris called, in a low tone. She opened the front gate. The boys were nowhere in sight.
Iris circled the house. The big clapboard structure needed a coat of paint. It had been there a long time, dating from a wealthier period in the neighborhood's history. Every sense alert, Iris heard the boys talking as she approached the back yard.
The hedge here was taller, but not so well trimmed as the one in front. Iris peeked around the corner, perking up her ears to catch the drift of the children's words.
"I got another book from Smitty today," Danny was saying. His high treble carried around the yard better than Bobby's deeper tone.
"Yeah? Is it any good? If you traded away that one with all the pussies in it, I'll cut your balls off."
Iris was shocked. Maybe these boys were too far gone for saving. It wouldn't be right to give up on them so quickly, though. Iris was committed to saving society, as a concerned citizen. She knew her enemy, and she knew it must be defeated, no matter what the cost. After all, hadn't she given up Roger so he could do his duty?
"This one has a lot of pussies, and it even shows people fucking," Danny said. "I almost started whackin' right there on the school grounds."
Iris listened to the heavy crumpling of denim as the boys removed their pants. Her righteous anger burned like a torch. She knew what desperate measures were needed to wrestle herself away from the demons of temptation-she'd had to keep her hands off the mop wringer by sheer willpower this morning.
So those children are looking at naked female bodies now. This calls for a plan, Iris thought. She took off her blouse and folded it neatly. Her skirt was next, then she slid her chaste white panties down. Iris ruffled her golden fur, fluffing it up to show more of her labia through the honeyed nest.
Iris removed her walking shoes and her long grey socks. They'll get a good look at pussy. They'll get an eyeful of mine! I can hear them now. They're naked as jaybirds by now. All right, Bobby and Danny Hill. Here comes Iris.
Danny likes big nipples, so I'll lick my hand like this, and rub it over them until they stand up. Oh, that feels nice! Ignore it, Iris. There's important work to do.
Iris stepped around the corner of the house. Both boys were sitting cross-legged, totally nude, fondling their penises. The picture book was open on the ground in front of them.
Iris padded silently across the grass. Danny caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. His hand moved faster on his hairless prick.
Bobby looked up when Iris was only a few feet away. His eyes went round. His loose shock of brown hair tossed as he snapped his head around to look at the lovely vision of female nudity. "It's her!" he exclaimed.
"I thought you knew better, Bobby. I stopped you boys before." Iris picked up the magazine. She turned it over in her hand, then threw it across the yard. Danny stood up.
"Why'd you do that? I hadda trade another book and all my lunch money for that!" He started to move after it.
"Danny!" Iris snapped. "Bring me that rope!"
She turned to his older brother. "You take your hands off yourself! After what I did for you boys, it's a shame that you would act this way."
Danny untied a length of rope from the clothesline. The fire in Iris' eye made him obey instantly. Even his mother had never spoken so commandingly to him. The eleven-year-old walked slowly over to Iris, holding out the coil.
"Thank you, Dan. You're old enough to be called Dan, aren't you?" Iris smiled when the boy nodded. They 're just like puppies. I'll have to flatter and reward them until they have the strength to resist temptation.
"All right, Dan, turn around and put your hands behind your back. You go get another piece of clothesline, Bob." Iris tied Danny's hands with one end of the rope while Bobby brought another length.
'This habit of masturbating is bad for you, boys," Iris said kindly. "It ruins your moral character. We all need to keep ourselves strong, so we can make a better world to live in." She tied the second boy's proffered hands.
"Lie down on your backs, please." Iris waited for them to comply. "Very good. You're going to be good little citizens."
"What are you going to do to us, ma'am?" Bobby asked. "My mom'll kill us if she sees us like this."
"Don't worry. I'm sure that you'll have learned your lesson long before your mother comes home." Iris tied each boy's ankles securely, snugging the lines up so they had to lie with their knees bent.
"I'm scared," Danny quavered. "What kind of lesson are you going to reach us?"
Iris smiled down at the prostrate boys. "I'm going to teach you not to look at filthy magazines any more. By the time I'm done with you children, you'll have no energy to waste on polluting yourselves." She stood with her feet apart, the edges of her cunny turning red in lusty anticipation. "Since you're determined to sap the energy that you should save for marriage ... or at least until you're engaged . . . I'm going to drain it. You'll have more time for your schoolwork, since you won't be occupied with trash."
Bobby began to struggle against his bonds. "Are you crazy or what? We got plenty of time to do homework! Let us go, and you can take the magazine with you! Please, lady, my ankles hurt!"
Iris knelt, then put her hands on either side of Bobby's head. "That's just too bad. Think of how much you'll hurt when you're old if you keep wasting yourself like you've been doing. Bob, you are crippling yourself, both physically and morally, and I won't stand for it!"
Iris's tits swayed magically above Bobby's chest. The boy couldn't stop staring at the delicious pastry mounds or the stiff pink tips. The only thing that could fascinate a young boy more was the sweet, curly triangle of her golden pussy.
Iris felt a strange thrill at the sight of the two trussed-up little boys. Warmth spread from her pretty, pink-edged pussy, casting a lusty flush over her breasts and belly. It's like the way I feel when John Wayne wins, Iris thought, or when Roger graduated from boot camp . . . except a little lower down.
The slim, naked blonde liked the feeling of warm sunshine on her back. She bent lower and brushed one nipple across Bobby's face. Iris liked that, too. The touch sent a hot little wire of sensation to her cunny.
"I don't know quite what to do about you boys," Irish mused aloud. "If I were your mother, I could tie your hands behind your backs, or sew you into your pants. How can I convince you children that you'll regret this masturbation habit of yours?"
Seized by an inspiration, Iris took the loose end of the cord and wrapped it tight around Bobby's prick, right behind the head. She turned, showing him the luscious curve of her wide, slender cheeks, and bound Danny's cockhead the same way. "There. How do you like that?" Iris stated, self-satisfied. She stood to admire her handiwork, her hands on her hips.
Iris bit her lip. The naive blonde's perspective was beginning to change already. She told herself, No! You mustn't become aroused, Iris. This is a duty, not an opportunity to let your baser nature come out. A furtive thought of squatting on her wringer was shut out of her mind as soon as it appeared.
The two bound boys looked up at the curvy blonde. They didn't understand why she was blushing. The crease where her labia met grew pinker even as the blush rose on her face. "It kinda hurts, lady. Please let me go," Danny pleaded.
The ends of their penises are getting awfully red, Iris thought. I had no idea they would swell up that big! They look like little apples, and there's some sort of fluid leaking out!
Iris knelt over Danny. She took pity on him, the smaller of the brothers. "If I untie your penis, will you stop playing with it?" she asked the boy. I wonder how big the whole thing would get?
"Yes, lady, I will, I promise," Danny wheedled. "Please?"
Iris reminded, "You did say you'd stop," before untying the organ. She fancied that she felt Bobby's eyes on her buttocks, and glanced behind.
The older boy was leering at her ass. The split moon of her white flesh barely revealed her rosebud, but a silky little beard of dark gold peeked back at him from between her shapely thighs. Iris cast the rope off Danny's cock and swiveled to look at Bobby.
"And what about you? Are you going to stop?" she asked, looking into his face.
Bobby's eyes ran over her slim, juicy figure. The lusting survey of her naked charms made Iris a little uncomfortable. "Maybe," he said.
"You-you nasty little creature!" Iris exclaimed. "Maybe this will change your mind!" She slacked the loop at the neck of his penis, then threw a bight around the base of his unit. The hard heat of the red knob surprised her.
Iris cinched the bond tight. The boy's eyes made her painfully aware of her swaying, stiff-nippled breasts. She took another turn of line around his cock and balls, forcing the meaty little eggs forward.
Bobby stared defiantly into Iris' face. She kept glancing down, watching his cock pulse bigger with every heartbeat. Iris ignored the sound of Danny's motion behind her.
Something nudged her ass. Iris fell across Bobby, catching herself on her hands. Her left nipple brushed the hard, heated surface of the boy's straining cock.
Iris sat up again. She was resolved to stare the impudent young man down. His eyes flashed to her crotch, and Iris felt a sudden shock of warm wetness of her most intimate cuntal flesh.
"Danny!" she squealed. Bobby was grinning from ear to ear as the shocked letter carrier stood up. The younger boy had kissed the center of her cuntmouth. "What are you doing? That's disgusting!" The sudden jolt of sensation seared her pussy like a lightning bolt.
"He just wants to eat your pussy," Bobby smirked. "Our dad's always tellin' people about it, and making jokes and stuff."
"I never heard of anything so vile!" Iris said. "That's where I pee!" She edged away from Danny's questing tongue.
Bobby's tight-tied prick was rigid as a crowbar now. "So what? You sucked our dicks, didn't you?" He pushed his loins up as far as his trussed limbs would allow. The crimson bulb at the end of his hairless cock stared blindly at her, the slit opening wider with the distensions of his glans.
"It's not the same! I did that to stop you from masturbating," Iris exclaimed. "You are a filthy-mouthed child!" Iris felt the flow in her vagina increase as she thought of the meaty feeling of the pair of cocks simultaneously thrusting in and out of her mouth. "I should spank you for that. You have no-no respect at all!"
Danny wiggled under her buttocks again and twisted his head around. He looked up into the deepening crimson of the flesh around her hole. The blind pucker of her rectum pouted out with the vehemence of the blonde's words. He put his tongue to her vagina again, slipping it halfway in.
"Danny! Stop that!" Iris was almost in tears. This wasn't working as she'd planned. The older boy wouldn't promise to stop abusing his body, and the younger child kept insinuating his tongue into the sanctified flesh she was saving for Roger.
Iris sat down hard, hoping to smother some decency into the boy. She grabbed for Bobby's cock, squeezing as hard as her little fist could. "Stop it, you boys, stop it!"
The invading tongue plunged deeper into her vagina. Iris felt the boy's nose sliding on her slippery crotch flesh, that little valley running from her cuntmouth to her clitty. When his nose pressed against the stiff button, her whole pelvis blossomed like a flower. She stroked harder at Bobby's prick.
The bar of flesh in her hand was delightfully hard, nearly as stiff as the wringer she'd experimented on. The upcurve of Bobby's prick was better to look at, she decided. The blunt end of that handle certainly isn't the most artistic imitation in the world.
Wait! I'm masturbating him! This is no way to teach these boys not to touch themselves! They do it with their hands, and now I'm using my hand! Oh, forgive me, Roger!
Iris raised her hips, taking the quivering swamp of her pussy off of Danny's mouth. She sat on the grass, her legs spread wide. Iris looked from one hard-cocked young boy to the other. I have to use my body to tell them. I only wish I had two vaginas. I must make then see the errors they've committed.
Danny lay back, watching Iris. His mouth and chin were wet with the clear fluids he'd lapped from her cunt. He tried to free his hands, needing to feel his naked spike caressed by something, anything.
"All right, boys," Iris stated. Her voice had a catch, a husky pause of lewdness in it that bothered her. "I have to do this. I can't let you ruin yourselves." She tugged Danny over near Bobby's feet. She slipped the knotted rope off of Bobby's cock and watched it shrink a fraction of an inch. It lost the angry red as Iris steeled herself from the assault on the children's polluting habits.
With a deep breath, Iris straddled Bobby's hips. She faced his feet, afraid that her face might betray the excitement inside her. The younger brother was watching her. Iris tried to make her face an impassive mask.
"If you're ever tempted again, I want you to remember this," Iris told the boys, then she spread her cuntlips and settled down onto Bobby's prick.
It didn't fit right in at first. Iris concentrated on finding the proper angle to encunt the boy's rod. She was wet, and the cock was harder than it really needed to be, but the angle fuddled her. She held Bobby's tool by the shaft and sought the exact inclination.
Danny watched, his eyes wide. His brother's cock was slowly disappearing in this crazy lady's pussy. He wanted to see it closer and jack his own prick, but he could only bump his ass up and down.
Iris' face distorted with the effort. She felt the wings of his cockhead spread her cuntal muscle wider, then the narrower neck let the wet ring contract. She moved up and down on the knob three times, wanting to grease it for the slide into her guts.
"Oh, lady!" Bobby gasped. "It's so hot and tight! I'm gonna cum any minute!" His hips pumped under her.
Iris slid all the way down the boy's cock. She wanted his seed to flow over and over. The last time she hadn't gotten enough out of him-he was still able to masturbate. A deep groan escaped her as her ass contacted his smooth, hairless belly.
Iris swiveled her hips around. Satisfied that the childcock wouldn't slip out of her pussy, she reached for Danny.
The slender woman's muscles strained, showing in sensuous lines beneath her pale skin. Iris tugged Danny's legs, bringing his precious little prick close to her mouth. I've got to make them both ejaculate, two or three times at least. I don't know how I'm going to last through it, but I have to get it all out of them, Iris told herself. She lowered her face to Danny's cock.
It felt even better than having them both in her mouth. Iris lavished her oral caresses on the boy's knob, wrapping her tongue around it. Every nerve in her mouth came alive. She felt the two cocks straining to meet in her belly, one probing from her cunt, the other thrusting into her mouth. She grunted with lusty pleasure.
Iris writhed around, sliding her nipples across the children's thighs. The coral spires sent lasers of heat to her clitty, inflaming the little organ even more. Iris tried dutifully to ignore the rising heat in her loins, thinking of society's best interests.
She put her hands under Danny's lithe, boyish ass and lifted his hips. The higher his cock came above his shoulders, the more the boy seemed to enjoy the sucking. Iris bobbed her head up and down, engulfing the hairless cock to the hilt. She tried to swallow the knob, but the base of his belly pressed her lips painfully against her teeth.
Iris was coiled in a tight ball, sucking furiously at Danny's cock while she ground her ass on Bobby's belly. The circling wand in her cunt heated her like a blowtorch. Iris wanted to rush the tightening she felt in Bobby's flesh.
Gargling around Danny's prick, Iris forced her cuntal muscles to milk at Bobby's cock. She closed her eyes, feeling nothing but the two phalluses moving in her hungry body. She lost track of the ground and the sunshine.
Iris felt Danny's prick bulge even stiffer against her throat. She sucked harder, ramming her ass against Bobby. The bar of boy dick in her cunt was fully stiff now, and she sensed the impending shot of cum. Her own belly was knotted from the tension of the dual penetration. She wanted to feel smooth boyskin grinding against her clit, but the organ had only the slight pull of her pussy-petals to excite it.
Iris clenched her fingers, clawing against Danny's ass. She felt the tremor, and the memory rose in her mind. Any second now!
Iris rippled her cunt around Bobby's prick. He strained upward, then jerked his ass away. His back arched like a bow. Iris heard his fevered gasps behind her and she prayed profanely for his spunk to fill her cuntal tube.
It was delicious, this twin impalement. Iris felt herself full of childpricks, lacking only the ultimate thrill of their cockspew. She put all her attention in her cunt, wanting the womb-thrilling blast to start there before Danny's cock jetted its load into her suctioning mouth.
Her thighs were clammy with the overflow of her cuntal flood. Iris gobbled at Danny, sucking with all the gusto of years of sexless loneliness. She whipped her pelvis back and forth, groaning for a hard, gut-shaking touch on her clit.
The arch of Bobby's back collapsed, breaking like a falling bridge, then rising again. Iris felt his cock spasm. She dragged his brother's cock into her face until she gagged on the flaring head. Tears leaked from the corners of her tight-clenched eyes.
Danny's seed burst from the end of his prick. The thick fluid gushed all through her mouth, puckering her cheeks. She choked the stuff down, the long, thick strings wetting her throat. Iris sucked hard between swallows, hoping to drain the little balls completely.
Bobby still ground against her ass, forcing his cock deep into her belly. Iris wanted the release of her cuntal spasms desperately, but there was no answering wave of passion from her sperm-wetted flesh. She sobbed between gulps of cum.
It was too fast, Iris told herself. I need more, and I have to stop them from debasing themselves! Oh, I hope I can make then go off again!
She raised her cunt from Bobby's prick, not daring to wait for the inevitable softening. She reversed her body, looking into the older boy's sated face.
"That was out of sight!" Bobby said. "I never had no pussy before! Lady, you're somethin' else!"
Iris grinned tightly at him. She would have touched her cum-soaked pussy, but the sin of masturbation was on her mind. "Now I'm going to get the rest of it out of you," she told Bobby.
Iris slipped the cord around his prick again, jerking the knot tight. That should keep it hard enough, she thought. With a quick motion, she retied Danny's cock as well.
"You boys must never touch yourselves again," Iris panted. "It's a sin. We need young men of clean habits to lead us!" She stroked a trussed prick in each hand, then rubbed her titties against each of them in turn.
Danny and Bobby winced. The sudden soft touch of her sweaty tit against their jaded cockheads was painful, in a lusty, thrilling way. Danny tried to pull away.
Iris stopped his motion with a squeeze at his half-drained balls. "No! I'm going to get it all!" She let go of Bobby long enough to rub her nipple across the smaller boy's cumslit.
Danny squeaked in shock. The nerves at the very tip felt like they were tearing out. The lascivious stimulation was too much for the boy, and a golden shower of piss jetted high.
Iris felt the warm spray against her tit. "You filthy animal," she snapped. "At least warn me!"
The warm, aromatic shower did excite her, though. It had a definite masculine scent, and the cum-clouded stickiness on her titty made her pussy even hotter.
Iris stood, straddling Danny's head. She squatted over his face, saying, "What if I peed on you? What would you do?" She knelt, trying to force a little squirt into his face.
Danny looked up at Iris' severe-but-lusty expression. He couldn't see all of her face, since the fringe of her cuntal hair hid part and her titties hid more. The boy tried to wiggle away. "No, don't, please don't," the boy begged.
Iris sat down onto his mouth. "Well, you wanted to kiss it before, didn't you? Go on, lick me! You'll learn, no matter what I have to do!"
The anger and her frustration made Iris feel powerful and cruel. She ground her cum-sopped cunt against the child's face, capturing his nose in the rich, slimy pit of her vagina. "Kiss it, lick it until I'm clean," she growled.
Bobby watched the scene from the side. He didn't need the cord around his cock and balls while he watched Iris in action against his little brother. His prick was rigid, all but ready to shoot again as he stared. Her nipples stood out like pencil stubs, and the smell of her exercised pussy made him drool.
Danny gulped for air. His nose was buried in the naked blonde's hole. Her labia pressed against his cheekbones and her rectum was against his upper lip. Danny tried to break out of his bonds, but the knots held him secure. He started to cry.
"All right, then. If you won't kiss it, you'll have to come into me," Iris said. Her belly ached from the unresolved knot of horny tension. She would get the load in her loins released, if she had to beat the boys to a pulp to do it. Iris slid her wet cunny down Danny's chest, leaving a trail of semen and pussy lube on his belly. She didn't stop until she felt his prick against her wide, shallow asscleft.
Danny looked up at her, still terrified. He had felt her teeth on his young rod when he'd shot off the first time. The boy wondered if there were anything that dangerous in her cunt.
Iris grabbed his rod and held it upright. She was just beginning to impale herself on it when a heavy truck drove through the alley. Intent on the youthful penis in her hand, Iris paid no attention to the cut-off noise of the growling motor.
She felt the knob of Danny's cock enter her cunt. Iris slid swiftly down the short pole, grinning savagely at the young boy. She moved her ass in a sensuous circle. Danny looked up at her and screamed, "Help me, Dad! Help!"
A shadow fell over the boy's face. Iris knew it wasn't hers-she could see her own outline on the ground. The gruff voice chilled Iris to her bones. "What the fuck is going on here?"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come on, give," the man said. "What are you doin' with my kids, lady?" He strolled into her sight.
The slender blonde stood up slowly. Danny's cock popped out of her vagina, letting a fresh gush of semen flow down her long, ivory thighs. She took a grip on her pants, standing straight before him.
Mr. Hill, the boys' father, was an unexceptional man in his early forties, slightly thickset, about five-ten. He wore his black hair rather short, and was dressed in a breadman's uniform. The delivery truck stood in the alley, as solid as the father looked.
"I-I caught your sons masturbating, Mr. Hill," Iris said. "I hate to see young men dissipating themselves." Her voice quavered at first, but Iris put some starch into it as she went on. "This is the second time they've been staring at filth like that" she pointed to the magazine-"and rolling about naked in the yard."
Rob Hill looked the naked blonde over. Good tits . . . not awful big, but those are the juiciest nipples I've seen in a month of Sundays. He looked toward the magazine, then went to pick it up.
"Yeah? So? What the hell difference does it make to you if my kids pull their cocks? Every boy does it, and most men. How come you tied them up?" His loins throbbed. The cunty scent of Iris' sun-warmed skin excited Rob as much as the shapely tilt of her tits and the wide, inviting flare of her hips.
Iris suddenly realized how defenseless she was. He looks strong. I wonder if he'll tell anyone? I'm supposed to be working now, not giving in to my lowest cravings! I should have left as soon as the boys ejaculated!
"Just look at those pictures," Iris shrilled. She waggled her finger at the man, "Bobby and Danny are getting all the wrong ideas about sex! It's a lovely, wonderful thing that should be saved for marriage, not mocked by dirty-minded children! What if they looked at your wife, at their own mother that way! It's sinful!"
Rob looked from the magazine to the naked blonde. "It sure as hell don't look like you're savin' it for marriage, honey." He dropped the magazine and grabbed Iris by the arms. Rob forced his mouth down onto hers.
Iris struggled, feeling his tongue penetrate deep into her mouth. She tried to break free, but his hands felt like steel traps. He ground his crotch against hers. His trousered thigh rubbed her cuntal mound, and Iris fought down horror. Would this man actually try to force me? Right here, in front of his children?
The man's intention seemed exactly that. He swept one leg behind Iris' ankles, bowling her onto her back. He kept his mouth glued to hers. Iris struggled silently, but he was already lying between her thighs. His oppressive weight crushed her chest, mashing her sensitive titties cruelly. The buttons and the harsh cloth of his shirt scraped at her chest. Her nipples hurt.
Rob caught Iris' arms in one hand. He held her wrists tight, keeping the claws of her fingernails away from his eyes. He put his free hand in her crotch, fingering the hot, slippery flesh. She was warm, soft and sticky like bread dough. The drying crust of Bobby's spunk glued her rich, golden curls against her labia.
Iris opened her mouth wide. The quick, hard motion of Rob's fingers against her pussy helped break up the knot of frustration in her crotch. She pushed her knees open a little further. I'm only cooperating so he won't hurt me, not because I want him. I could never stop him, he's too big, and I'm already naked.
Iris stopped fighting completely. The man looked down at her. "So you think I shouldn' let my boys jerk off?" he muttered. "Where you been? What makes you think that tying them up and riding them will do any good?"
"They shouldn't do it," Iris repeated stubbornly. "Now go on, do whatever you were going to do to me. I can't stop you." She closed her eyes and waited. His weight lifted from her chest. Iris shivered, wondering what bizarre perversion he would work on her helpless body.
"You're a screwy bitch," Rob said. "What the hell do you expect me to think, you naked in my yard, molesting my boys? Now you act like I'm gonna ruin you. Jeez!" He rested his weight on his hands, leaning over the slender, resigned young blonde. "Maybe I oughta let them have you, tie you up like you did them."
Iris gasped. The thought of those clean, naked little bodies cavorting all over her flesh lit a bonfire in her loins. Her eyelids flew up like cheap windowshades. "You wouldn't!" She looked at Rob, shocked, but with a little curl of pleasure in the corners of her mouth. "That's no way to punish them!"
Rob Hill looked into Iris' wide grey eyes. "Yeah, I think I might. I think I will." He stood up, watching Iris from the corner of his eye. He stopped to untie Danny.
Iris gathered her hands under her ass. She looked toward the corner of the house. It wasn't very far to her clothes. She coiled her muscles and sprang up, running.
Rob bounded after the naked blonde. Her hair streamed behind her as she sprinted for the corner.
Rob's prick pounded. The winking bounce of her asscheeks made his balls boil. The quick, profiled flesh of her tits as she scrambled around the corner blazed into his brain like a photograph. He caught her when she stooped for her clothes, bumping her to the ground.
"Hey, don't run off, honey," he panted. "We're just gonna have some fun." Rob smiled. "I wish Dawn had you kind of spunk. I like women playing hard to catch sometimes."
Iris rolled onto her back and glared up at him. "I'm not playing. I'm engaged to be married. I just wanted to help those two boys, and now you're going to have them rape me while you watch. You're disgusting!" She wrapped her pretty features around the words and spat them out with a sneer.
"Yeah, I'd like to watch," Rob admitted, "but I sure as hell don't intend to jack off. I'm gonna have some of that nice, furry little cunt o' yours. I don't think you'd call it rape, neither. You were ridin' my youngest to beat the band."
Iris compressed her lips in a tight line. "It's rape if I don't want it! All I want to do is leave, and you and your boys can rot! I don't care if they go crazy from masturbating! This is the lat time I'll ever try to help anyone!"
"Ho-lee shit! What's your name, spitfire? I could report you to the Post Office, y'know." Rob picked up the uniform blouse. The little nametag clipped to the pocket caught his eye. "Iris Coit. Iris is a nice name. It's a good name for a pretty gal like you."
Danny had been untying Bobby. The boys appeared, tucking their shirts into their pants. "What are you gonna do to us, Dad?" Danny asked. "We didn't mean to get in trouble."
Rob, sitting on the ground next to the naked woman, caught at Bobby's arm. "What were you three doing? How long has this been goin' on?" He looked from one boy to the other.
Iris tried to tug her shirt out of Rob's grip, but he tightened his fist. He threw one heavy leg across her naked thighs, keeping her prisoner.
Bobby began to tell his father about Iris, starting from her first bare-breasted appearance. Danny broke in from time to time, protesting their innocence.
Rob looked at Iris as the story unfolded. "You're a strange gal," he told her. "Is this fianc� of yours queer, or what? He never did teach you much about men."
"Don't say that about Roger! He's a fine man, a Navy officer! He's defending us right now, on his submarine!" Iris exclaimed. Not only had this coarse fellow assaulted her naked body-or begun to-but he was insulting the Service and her fianc�!
"Well, he's a helluva man, I'm sure," Rob said, placating the fiery blonde, "but he's kinda slow in breaking you in. I wonder how he's gonna act when he comes off sea duty and finds out you been see-ducin' little boys?" He began to take off his shirt.
"I never! You take that back!" Iris' eyes flashed firm. Her voice cracked. "I was trying to save them from themselves!"
Rob stood up. "Danny, bring the lady's clothes to the garage. Bobby, you bring some of that rope she used on you." He draped his shirt over his arm and extended his hand to Iris. "Come along, along, little Miss Spitfire. I'll show you how to save these little bastards."
Iris felt trapped. Danny had her clothes in his arms. Rob was watching her like a hawk. Bobby was already returning with the clotheslines. Something inside her snapped, and she took Rob's hand.
Rob pulled her to her feet and led her to a small building. He gestured, and Danny opened the side door. Bobby followed them into the garage.
"I tried saving Danny from Bob," Rob explained. "I caught him trying to fuck his brother in here one day, and I whaled the shit out of him. I guess it didn't do much good."
"Oh, how horrible!" Iris said. She gagged on the thought of incestuous faggotry. "What kind of parents could have boys who would do that?"
"Knock it off, Iris," Rob drawled. "They wasn't old enough to know the difference. You haven't done nothin' like that since, have you, Bobby?"
"No, sir," the older boy answered. "I only started showin' Danny how to jack off last week."
"See?" Rob led Iris to an old chair, and had her bend over the back of it. "Danny, tie her hands to the legs. Bobby, turn on the light so we can see what we're doin'."
Iris tried to straighten up, but Rob gripped the back of her neck and forced her down. "You stay there, dammit. I'll tell you when you can get up." He walked around in front of her and dropped his pants. His cock stood, thick and stiff, jutting from a dark bush of wiry hair. "You wanted to keep 'em from jackin' off? This is the only thing that ever stopped me-plenty of fucking!"
Iris looked up. She felt a hundred times nakeder than she had in the yard. She wasn't trying to tempt the boys away from their pinups now-she was the object of six staring eyes, totally helpless.
Rob gave his cock a preliminary shake as he walked around the bound woman. Her pussy showed, poking out like a pouting mouth between her thighs. The firm mounds of her ass thrust into the air, stretched tight by her awkward, vulnerable position. The pink ring of her asshole quivered in shame.
Danny reached to touch her down-hanging tits. Iris turned her face away from the boy as he dropped his pants and rubbed his erect penis across the soft sides of those delicious confections.
On the other side, Rob was just completing his admiring circuit of the naked girl. She followed him with her eyes, terrified at the size of his cock.
It's so much bigger than the boys' penises! Even Roger's thing didn't look that big around. And look at the end of it! It must be twice the size of that wringer handle! Oh, why did I ever try to stop these boys? I'm sure nobody ever had to stop President Ford!
"Come on, Iris, kiss it a little. Put a little spit on it before I take some of that pretty little pussy," Rob wheedled. "A father can't let his kids have all the fun!" He shoved the weapon at her face.
Iris tried to turn her head away, but realized how vulnerable she was. Tied up tight, her most private flesh open for casual inspection, she had no choice but to suck the big, greasy-looking prick Rob presented to her.
The smell was strong, a virile, dusty sort of odor. Iris thought, Thank God it's clean! He doesn't smell like he pees all over himself.
Iris opened her mouth. Rob pushed his cockhead a little closer, saying, "That's right, honey, just pretend it's Danny's. You got both of the kids at once!"
Iris stretched her neck, opening her full lips in an unconsciously sensuous oval. Her pussy shuddered with fear. Bobby watched the red slot open and close, like a sucking mouth.
Rob fed prick to her slowly. Iris had to accept the wide, hot knob. She folded her lips around the flaring ridge and ran her tongue over it. The porous surface soaked up he spit until it was saturated.
Rob pushed in a little further, then backed away. Iris kept her head craned around awkwardly up. She focused her eyes on the thick tufts of Rob's cockbush.
"That's good, yeah, that's real good," Rob murmured, putting his hands on the sides of Iris' face. "You're a good little sucker, ain'tcha?"
The glans moved gently in her mouth. The sensuality of the slight movements infected Iris. She began to time her own bobbing motions, sucking on his outstrokes, pushing her head to meet the gradually deeper insertions.
Rob dropped his hands from her head. The bound blonde was blowing him perfectly without his guidance. He put his hands behind his back, and watched her face distort around his cock. Rob stood, looking down, like an admiral manning his fleet.
Iris' open jaw accented the hollows beneath her cheekbones. Her lips closed tight around the shaft. Rob's cock moved in and out with short strokes. He closed her eyes and began to hum.
Iris' neck was lined up just right. Rob probed deep, running the blunt end of his cock against her throat. The tight circle of flesh gave a little, and he pulled back.
Iris struggled to overcome her gag reflex. She felt feathery touches on her upraised ass, but the lovely thickness of the cock in her mouth was far more important. Iris drove her head forward, and Rob's cock popped into her throat.
The sensation was incredible. Iris lost control of herself. She felt the wide corona of his glans bumping against the rings of her throat. She swallowed, and her neck massaged the whole length of the long cock.
Those hands on her titties couldn't have been Rob's. They were far too small. One of the boys caressed her bosom as she engulfed Rob's prick. She reached forward, pushing her lips against the bushy base of his rod. The wiry hairs tickled her nose.
Rob stroked straight into her gullet, pulling back until the ring of her throat caught at his cockhead. He felt his balls tighten in amazement. No woman had ever swallowed all of his prick. Every gulp the woman made ran from his prickshaft to his glans, coaxing him to shoot. The chilly fever glowed in his cock, and Rob struggled to pull back.
Iris gasped. The obscene lasciviousness of the knob pulling out of her throat shook her whole body. The wooden chair creaked as she struggled against the tight bonds. Iris felt her pussy opening, sucking in air. She needed a cock to fill it.
Iris begged with her tongue, wrapping it voluptuously around Rob's cockhead. He pulled out with a grunt of dismay.
Iris looked around. The boys were naked again. She was surrounded by cocks. With her face at crotch level, all she could see was bellies and balls and stiff, broad-tipped pricks.
"Now for your pussy," Rob growled. He walked around behind her and put his hands on Iris' smooth cheeks.
Iris moaned. She pushed her ass upward, arching her back. The motion forced her conical tits into Bobby's hands. Danny put his hairless dick against her left breast and poked it against her nipple.
A blazing lance of passion shot from the boy-fucked nipple to her starving cunt. Iris was inflamed now, babbling in an incoherent whisper. Bobby's prick replaced Rob's in her mouth, and she sucked vigorously.
Rob kneaded her supple ass, watching his sons clambering lewdly over the gift-wrapped Iris. He stood back to admire the crimson breadth of her cuntal crevice, trailing a fingertip from her clitty to her asshole. His cock pounded at the sight and scent of the hot blonde. With one thumb one each side of her cunt, Rob spread the gleaming flesh wide.
Irish thought she would go insane. She tasted cum and her own juices on the childcock in her mouth, and her pussy spasmed in hopes of quick, ramming fulfillment. The desperate, sweating blonde twisted her shoulders, making her tits move against Danny's thrusting cocklet.
Rob rubbed his glans along the eager red valley of Iris' cunt. The slick, heated flesh kissed at him. The hard spike of her clitty twitched, making her whole ass quiver as his cockhead touched it. A pleading groan yodeled from the woman's throat, muffled by the meaty wand in her mouth.
On the last slow, lascivious slide upward, Iris' pussymouth snapped at Rob's cock. When he tried to slither down to her clitty again, his thrust carried half his long tool into her cunt.
Iris reflexively pulled away. The invading weapon made her cunt flinch. She pressed her hips against the chair.
Rob wanted all of the gold-furred pussy. He took her high, wide hipbones in his hands, holding her still for a long, sliding thrust. He lodged his cock solidly in her vagina. Rob rolled his pelvis forward to hold the rod there, and he froze for a long second.
Iris thought her whole body would explode. The tension in her belly had flowed away, melting down to surround the cock in her pussy. The intruding knob pressed her womb forward, making her stomach turn lewd flops. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, and Bobby plunged his teenage cock in to the hilt.
It was all over her. Iris was bathed in the gluey trip of erotic sensation. The hands on her breasts and belly and hips seemed to pull her body into a thick, taffy-like ball of cunty heat. Danny molded her tits against his prick, sliding lustily in her sweat-slicked cleavage.
The sensation of the rear piercing stunned her. Iris waited for Rob to pull back, giving the rapid, rabbity in-and-out of Roger or Bobby's fucking, but he held himself deep in her. When he finally began his slow, tight-locked rotation, Iris started to cum.
Her orgasm was there at last. The sensation of the multiple dicking centered in her cunt, rolling into her pelvis like waves. It built up, then cascaded in huge masses through her whole body. Even her fingertips felt the impact of her cuntal relief.
Iris hoped the man and his two boys would be done soon. Her two previous orgasms had lasted only long enough to thrill her almost to fainting. I'm done now. When will they quit?
Rob wasn't about to quit. He kept his prick in check, not letting the pressure build in his balls. Even when Iris tightened her cuntal muscles around him, he stood by with long, rolling strokes. He stirred around in her loins, relishing the tight smooth skin of her ass against his belly.
Iris quit wishing they would finish. She lavished affectionate sucks on Bobby's prick, tonguing him in time with the swirling of the rod in her cunt. Her whole body melted, rising and falling on the cresting tide of her long cum. She kept the same rhythm as Bobby shot a thin stream of seed into her mouth, swallowing easily between his squirting thrusts.
Iris let the cock fall from her mouth. Floating dreamlike, she sensed a change in the constant reaming in her pussy. She let her blonde head dangle. Her flowing hair touched the seat of the chair. Her neck lolled. Danny still rubbed his little lock over her tits, reinforcing the lewd warmth that suffused her.
Rob's cockbush tickled the tight rosebud of her asshole. Iris liked the feathery touch. The sweaty molding of his belly to her buttocks was warm and slippery. Her ass felt like a wet, happy extension of her pussy.
Iris' whole body felt like her pussy. She was shiny in the light, salty with lewd sweat. Her velvety skin glowed with the internal heat of the sustained cum. The only thing the pretty blonde lacked was a hot, hard touch on her clitty.
She hummed tunelessly, rolling her ass against the gut-stirring circles of Rob's cock. Iris floated on the fatigue of the marathon fuck. The smear of Danny's cum between her tits warmed her, but she only noted it in a back corner of her brain Rob knew she was cumming. He'd been able to feel her squeezing, the telltale grinding of her ass against his belly. He tightened his ass a little and bore down on the fucking. Iris raised her head. "Yes!" she breathed, "Harder!"
Rob wanted her cunt to milk at him harder, too. He reached around, grabbing a handful of her juicy lovemound. He kneaded it, rubbing the squishy inner lips against the hot spike of her clit.
Iris responded heartily. Her cunt clenched on his cock like a trap. She thrust her ass against Rob. He jammed his prick in like a battering ram.
Iris loved it. The hard, heavy thrusts and the greasy pawing at the top of her cuntmound strengthened her cum. She wailed like a baby, then dropped her head and let her pussy take over.
The rhythm of her spasms stayed the same, but the intensity leaped fanatically. Iris body turned to jelly, then to steel and back again. She wrung at his cock, wanting the tool to fill her until she choked. The onrushing crest of her cum jumped higher with every squeeze at her clit or jab into her guts.
Rob held her hips still and fucked into her hole with incredible force. Iris yammered with the sheer heat of her body. She strained to take more and more of the jackhammer thrusts. Her mind stretched thin, straining like a fine wire. The cum burst filled all of her body. Her eyeballs ached from the pounding in her cunt. Iris cursed, pleading for the last bit of feeling.
Rob sent one hard blast of cock into her cunt. He pulled back, stopping the reaming circles. He forced inward again, and his cockhead burst open.
Iris screamed like a banshee. The savage thrust into her belly had to be Rob's cum. She let herself go, spasming against her bonds. A leg of the chair cracked with the sudden yank of her cunty release. Iris tugged at the spewing cock again and again. Her rectum plucked a hair from Rob's cockbush. She struggled in vain-Rob kept his prick in her until he was drained. Iris wrestled against it, locking his shaft inside her cunt. Even when Rob had stopped jousting in her belly, her orgasm drove her on.
At last the soul-wrenching cum ended. Iris sagged limp over the chair. Her cunt held Rob's cock like a vise.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rob tried to pull his cock out of Iris, but the clamped ring of her cuntal grip was too tight. He was locked like a dog in a bitch. "Jeez-us! What a fuckin' good pussy!"
Bobby stood up. He'd watched the finishing flurry from the floor. Danny had fallen asleep, "Should I untie her, Dad?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, let her loose," Rob told his son. "Don't try moving her, though. I couldn't catch her if she fell. Gawd, what a hot fuck!" He slowly, painfully, pulled away, feeling the adamant grip of her sphincter at the thickest part of his cock. "Aaow!"
Iris pulled her hand up when Bobby undid the first string. She stood, still lashed by her ankles to the chair. "Oh, Mr. Hill! Don't take it out yet!" Her pretty face was flushed, with clean stripes where her sweat had washed the dust of the garage away.
"I got to. Dawn's gonna be home any minute." Rob put his hands on her luscious, firm breasts and squeezed the delectable mounds briefly. He popped his shrinking cockhead out of her pussy. They both winced.
"Oh, my! I can't believe my body would do that!" Iris gasped. "How did you make that happen?" She turned around, her eyes wide. Iris plastered herself against Rob's body, trapping his sticky cock between their bellies.
"I don't know, Iris, I really don't," Rob said. He strained to catch his breath. "You're the best I ever had! For somebody who don't know nothing about sex, you sure can do it!" He squeezed her slim torso briefly, then stopped to recover his pants.
Iris suddenly realized she was cheating the taxpayers. "Oh! I have to get back to the station!" She scrabbled into her clothes, dressing in a flat thirty seconds.
Rob gestured for the boys to get dressed. Bobby shook Danny awake. The younger boy watched Iris dress, astonished at the speed of her hands. In the typical clannish way of children, Bobby and Danny slipped out the door, leaving a trail of muttered confidences behind them.
Rob looked at the slim, lusty body that disappeared so rapidly into the drab grey-blue of the uniform. Her tousled blonde hair was an unkempt frame for her pretty face. Rob drawled, "You are some all-around sex freak, Iris."
The slender letter carrier froze. Guilt was already setting in after her abandoned performance with the three males. "What do you mean? You tied me up and your children were all over me. I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Naw, course you didn't, Iris. You did everything right as rain. That's what I meant, honeybunch." Rob smiled at the memory and looked down at his wilting cock. "I guess I better cover myself before Dawn comes home. Woman her size gets pissed off, you best watch your ass."
Iris smiled. "I suppose you're right. Dawn-that is her name, isn't it?-is a very impressive lady." The slim young woman headed toward the open door, but lingered. "Aren't you going to dress?"
"I hate to hafta put clothes on after something like that," Rob admitted. "You just go on back to your post office job. Don't worry about me or my boys no more, okay?" He looked her up and down, shaking his head. "I knew I shoulda stayed in Civil Service."
Iris Coit smiled. Her thoroughly banged pussy made her lazy, but she took a good worker's grip on herself and left the garage.
Bobby and Danny were nowhere in sight. Iris walked quickly to her jeep. A large blonde woman who looked like Dawn Hill looked strangely at her, as she drove past. I wonder why she's staring, Iris thought.
At the truck, Iris had no doubt. Despite her clean, fresh uniform, she looked like she'd just been assaulted by Ali Baba and all forty thieves. She took her watch from her purse. Oh, no! How am I going to explain this? Mr. Bridges is going to be all over me!
Iris was more right than she knew.
The blonde postal person rubbed her hands on the tires before driving into the station. She'd carefully let the air out of the spare before leaving the Hills' neighborhood, desperate for an excuse for her tardiness.
Earl Bridges stood on the loading dock, his burly arms crossed over his chest. When he saw Iris driving in, he checked his watch. His heavy brow beetled down. He tapped his foot, chewing on his dead cigar as she parked the jeep.
Iris had barely finished delivering her letters. She trembled inside as she walked from the parking area toward her supervisor. "Sorry I'm late, Earl," she called in her high, clear voice. "I had a flat tire."
"Yeah? Why the hell didn't you call Vehicle Maintenance, Coit?" His forbidding glare deepened. "Don't tell me you ain't got a dime to spare for the phone!"
"I just thought it would save time if I did it myself," Iris piped. She climbed the dock stairs, her ass switching magically from side to side. I hate to do it, but maybe I'd better try taking advantage of my femininity. If he puts a reprimand in my record. . . .
"Those mechanics got nothin' but time," Earl grumbled. "Every time I turn around, there's more mechanics." He stopped as Iris walked by, less than a foot from his crossed arms. She smiled shyly and looked away.
Earl followed Iris toward the lunchroom. "Say, uh, Coit, how's that sailor of yours doing? I haven't heard you saying much about him lately." He ran his eyes admiringly over her legs, the little of them that showed between her high socks and the short skirt.
"Oh, I suppose he's all right. I haven't heard from him in a while." At least he's forgotten about my being late. I don't know if I like the way this is going, though. I just want to go home and wash all this stuff off of me. My breasts feel so sticky! I'm sure my panties are soaked.
"Oh. I-I'm sorry to hear that. I know I wrote home all the time when I was in the Army." Earl Bridges looked at the tensing woman, then glanced at the clock. "What I was wondering, since this is the first time you and me clocked out together, is Iris looked at him. She smelled the cunty odor of her sweat. Does he suspect what I did today? I'll die if anybody ever finds out! I can't even tell Roger, not ever! I-God help me!! I actually enjoyed it! And I don't think I helped those two boys at all! They were whispering about me when they left!
"What is it, Earl?" Iris asked. "I am kind of late."
"Would you come and have a drink with me, maybe some chow?" Earl asked. His heavy, swarthy features took on the look of a basset hound.
"I don't think so. I just want to go home and clean up. I never had to change a tire before." Uh-oh. I reminded him, Iris thought.
The gruffness came back. "Well, if you'da followed procedures, you wouldn't need to rush off." Earl started to turn away.
Oh, darn me! Why did you say that? Iris, you stupid girl! "Wait!" Iris grabbed for Earl's sleeve. "Why don't you pick me up in an hour or two? Would that be all right?" The lunchroom floor seemed to turn to quicksand. Every sentence Iris uttered mired her deeper.
Supervisor Bridges turned back to face Iris. He looked at her with a secretive gleam in his eye. His prick stirred slightly in his pants. "Sure. Why don't I come for you in two hours? That should give you plenty of time, and we'll have a nice night out, just you and me, okay?"
Iris bravely put on a smile. "That sounds fine, Earl." She wrote down her address, thinking, Oh, no! Somehow I made him think I'm lonesome enough to want him! Dear Abby says you should never have affairs with a co-worker but I don't see how I can stop this. Oh, I wish I'd never seen those bad, bad boys!
All the way to her apartment, Iris wondered what she would do about Earl. His breath always reeked of his unlit cigars. She imagined supporting his gross bulk the way she's so proudly supported Roger. The thought nauseated her.
Even today, that Mr. Hill was nice, in a way. He wasn't rough, not really. After all, I had tied his boys up. I suppose men are like that. Any sight of people having sex, even when it's just to stop them from masturbating, arouses them. Mother always cautioned me. She was right. If only I'd minded my own business!
Iris tried to forget her day and the evening that lay ahead of her in her private ritual of bathing and dressing. She got carried away, ending up coiffed, cleaned and powdered to perfection just as Earl Bridges rang her doorbell.
"Wow! Why would you want to be a mail carrier?" Earl said when Iris opened the door. Her halter-top dress showed her smooth cleavage and an impressive amount of the outer sides of her firm breasts. The buttons of her nipples poked through the cloth like two acorns. Her short skirt showed long, dancer's legs, silkily encased in beige hose.
Iris' lovely breasts jiggled when she shrugged. "I don't know. I only plan to work until Roger gets a shore station, and I passed the test." Her ears burned as she watched the greedy look in Earl's eyes.
"There's a lot of things that would pay a pretty girl better, Earl said. "What the hell! I'm glad you work at my station." He held the door and they left the apartment.
The couple gossiped about their co-workers and other trivia until after dinner, when a slightly tipsy Iris made an accusing statement. "Are you trying to ply me with liquid? Roger tried that, and it didn't work."
Fat Earl looked around. Had anyone heard her? "Not so loud, Iris. We don't want to disturb everybody!"
"I knew it! I'm being plied with liquid! That's no way to treat a lady who's engaged to our fighting men!" Iris looked huffily across the dim-lit table at Earl. "You're a male mailman, and you should know better!"
"Maybe we should leave," Earl suggested. He gestured for the check.
"Where we gonna go? I want another drink," Iris said petulantly. "It's no fair. I expected you to make advances, nasty lecherous advances. Now you don't, so I can't turn you down. No fair, Earl!"
Earl slapped bills on the table and stood up. "Iris, you're being silly. I'll buy you another drink someplace else. Everybody's staring at you!"
"Well, aren't you going to help me up?" Iris stood abruptly. The waitress caught the chair just as it toppled backwards. She leaned toward Earl. "You're sweating! 'S not hot in her. I'm cold!"
Earl put his arm around her naked shoulders. "Come on, Iris. Let's go have another drink." He tossed her jacket over his free arm They were almost at the door when Iris raised her voice to a treble shout. "It better be at your place! I'm not gonna buy my own damn drink!"
Even the kitchen help stopped rattling silverware. The restaurant was deathly quiet. Earl grinned nervously and pushed Iris out the door. "You're starting to piss me off," he hissed. He'd not had as much trouble with a date in thirty years.
Iris ducked out from under his arm. She stood haughtily erect and took her jacket. "So what? First you try to get me drunk, then you make a big scene. I'm the one that should be mad, but I'm too polite to show it. Boy, some mailman!" Iris raised a finger to her mouth and bit at the mail, looking around the parking lot. "Now where's your stupid car?"
Earl pointed. Iris followed his finger and strode unsteadily toward the little sedan. "Well? I'm not going to stand here all night! Open the damn door!"
Earl, fuming, turned the key in the lock. Iris yanked at the handle and sat down. He circled the car and got in. "Where to? Do you still want that drink?" He watched her fumble with the seat belt.
"Yeah. Let's go to your house. Do you have any brandy there?" Iris asked. "Hey! Do you have any brandy in here?" She tugged the lever and laid the seat down.
"I have some brandy at home," Earl said resignedly. "Do you really think you need it?" He wondered what had caused the sudden change in the shy young blonde. He started the car.
Iris tried to sit up, but the shoulder belt held her down. "Yeah, I need it. I wanna make love, but I don't wanna know about it, you know? Roger's gonna marry me."
Earl glanced over at Iris. Her knees were spread wide, and the hem of her skirt showed the dark bands at the top of her stockings. "I'm not sure I understand that."
"Simple! It's real easy, Earl. I'm engaged, so I can't, but I want to. See? I'm all ready, if I was drunk." Iris flipped the skirt up.
Earl almost ran into the curb. Iris' blonde-furred pussy showed naked between the vertical black straps of her garters. He put his eyes back on the road. His cock rose like a flag at dawn, running smartly up to its peak. He kept sneaking glances at the furry grotto.
Iris lifted her head to look at him. "What'sa matter? You don't like it?" She put her hands to the back of her neck and loosed her halter. "Stupid seat belt," she muttered, pulling the cloth to bare her breasts.
Earl turned off at the next side street. "I love it," he told her enthusiastically. His cock strained at his fly. "You look beautiful.'"
Iris smiled and let her head loll back. "But I'm not drunk enough," she said.
Earl cut the motor and unbuckled. "But you're tied down," he said, rolling on top of Iris. He made very sure she couldn't reach the latch of the safety belt.
"That's right!" Iris exclaimed. "I can't stop you at all!" She pushed ineffectually at Earl's bulk. "See? I can't move!"
Earl knelt between her legs. Iris made a lovely picture, with only the crumpled scrap of her dress around her waist. The black slash of the shoulder belt separated her breasts, setting off her mild-white skin. He cinched the strap a little tighter. The hard edges cut into her flesh, defining the smooth hillocks more sharply. Earl touched the soft curly nest of her cuntal thatch.
"Don't," she whispered, but Iris flexed her thighs. The easy exploration of her loins was gentler than she'd expected from the middle-aged man. Iris brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them up toward him.
Earl slipped to the floor. He bent to kiss each dark nipple. A street lamp silvered her nakedness. The erect tips cast long, diagonal shadows on Iris' skin.
Iris purred as the arousal flowed from her lasciviously kissed nipples to her blossoming pussy. The inner petals of her loins were swelling, expanding with the warm flood of her passion. She caressed the back of Earl's balding head. Her thoughts were jumbled, but one kept coming through: I can't stop him. It's not my fault, Roger, it really isn't.
Earl straightened, opening his pants. The trousers dropped to his knees with a jingle. He ran his thumbs up along the hinges of her thighs, rubbing the outer edges of Iris' pussy cuntlips. Her skin was buttery-soft. The slight, fresh aroma of her well-scrubbed pussy wafted into his nostrils. Earl drooled. He slid one hand along her smooth torso, treasuring the upper curve of her hip, dipping in past her narrow waist, and thumbed her springy nipple.
"Ohhhh," Iris breathed. "More, Earl, please!" The rubbery tip ran hot and cold, stiffening even more with each touch. The blunt end and the tall sides of her nipple came alive. It seemed to reach out for his touch.
Earl lowered his face to her pussy. The musky scent of her cuntal zone stiffened his prick to steely hardness. His nostrils flared. He ran the tip of his nose through the thickest part of those springy curls, separating them for the invasion of his tongue.
The feathery touch around the center of her pussy made her juice simmer. Iris clenched her fists, then tried to press his face into her hot center.
She wanted the fullness of a deep, thick cock, but his face was so close!
Earl kissed the top of the fringe, then plucked lightly at the sides of the vee with his lips. He gathered the delicate fronds and pulled, letting them slip from his mouth. She even tasted blonde.
Iris moaned. She hung suspended on her heat. It was a high, perilous point that she longed to fall from, diving into voluptuous pleasure. The waiting inflamed her. If she could have freed herself from the thick webbing, she would have thrust her pussy against his face.
Earl ran his tongue up the sides of her pussy. The soft nest of the golden wedge seemed to kiss back at him. He had to restrain himself to keep from diving into the spun gold. Up and down each side, then a full-lipped kiss on her thighs to prepare her for the all-out cunnilingus they both craved.
Iris raised her feet high, pushing her knees outward. She levered her hips up, trying to force the consummation. Her loins had turned to a thick broth of eagerness. Dove-like coos came from her throat. She grasped Earl's ears.
Earl swept her hands away. He gazed into the center of her pussy. The area around her vagina was darkening visibly with each second of tantalizing delay. The pink oval was smeared with the luscious effluvia of Iris' cuntal need.
He put the flat of his tongue to the flesh around her hole. Iris moaned, and he withdrew his mouth to smile. This would be the best dessert he could have imagined.
Iris whimpered when the tongue left the sensitive rim of her vagina. She wanted to feel it slickly sliding around he softest skin, the way Danny's inexperienced organ had.
Earl wrapped his arms under and around her long thighs. His shoulders could press her legs open, displaying all the musky goodness of her aromatic pussy. He lapped with the flat of his tongue again, covering the mouth of her vagina and smearing all the way up the simmering crease.
Iris moaned softly, her voice trembling. The voluptuous slither along her cuntal valley sent streamers of erotic feeling through her body. His tongue left traces of vaginal juice at the top of her mound. It smeared through the hair to the base of her belly. The entire area became one soft mass of steamy sensation.
Earl burrowed down again, this time pressing harder with his tongue. The soft folds of her cuntal zone opened sweetly under the pressure, exposing the slick softness of her inner flesh. His tongue lifted, avoiding tipping against her clitty for a moment.
Iris shuddered. The masses of nerves in her loins stood on end, waiting for the ultimate sensuality of the touch of her clitty. Even without the earthshaking response of the stiff nubbin, Iris felt her heart pounding like a triphammer.
Earl put the tip of his tongue into her vagina. The convoluted inner flesh spread before the soft quest of his tongue, juicy and sweet with promise. He reamed around, searching out the most sensuous parts of the cuntal tube, then flicked his tongue tip like a tiny snake.
Iris bit her lip. The exquisite sensation in her vulva enchanted her. She didn't know what was going on down there, but the feelin tempted her to scream. The nearness of the houses on the street was the only thing that stopped her.
Earl dandled his tongue around inside her for a few seconds longer. He stretched it as far as it would go, opening his mouth wide for fullest extension. The orchidlike folds were silky, inviting more tasting and touching than he could sustain.
Iris knew his lips were glued to the sides of her cuntal sphincter. Something wildly beyond her expectations was happening inside her cunny. She pressed her legs tight around his head.
Encouraged by the evident sign of Iris' pleasure, Earl tongued up the center of the wide-open valley. The inner cuntlips caressed the sides of his tongue. The meaty, musky taste of her pussy made his tongue stiffen, but he dove deeper into the central softness.
Earl flickered his tongue tip, separating the red, pouting triangle at the top of her mound from the stiff treasure of her clitty. He pressed the skin away with the nimble organ, and pulled the tiny spike into his mouth.
Iris knew his mouth had locked onto her clitoris, but the sheer power of the sensation astounded her. Even her own finger had never awakened such lightning jolts of lewdness. The bursts of sensual feeling shot through her body like wildfire. Her mouth opened in a wide oval, and the blonde woman gasped for air.
The shoulder strap cut into her flesh, keeping her prisoner in the seat. Iris tried to thrust her hips upward, driving her clitty at his face, but the belly-band held her. She bent at the waist, moaning for more. A hot pink balloon of lewdness grew in her pelvis, and Iris willed her pussy open. She wanted to swallow Earl's whole head.
Earl sucked manfully at the yielding flesh of her cuntmound. He pulled a loose wad of femininity into his mouth, thrusting his tongue into the center of the tissues. He drove the tip against her clitty over and over. With one huge gulp, he captured enough of Iris' juicy cunny to gnaw at the upper half of her mound.
Earl lipped the wet flesh, keeping her clitty on the boil as he probed her vagina with his tongue. The mighty draw of his suction gathered her pussy into a tight ball of simmering heat. His cock was leaking pre-cum fluid from the tip. The blonde's tasty pussy and her lewd writhing rebounded from his mouth to his crotch, tightening his balls into a knot of furious need.
Iris gasped and moaned continuously. She couldn't stop the wavelike undulations of her hips. Her body was melting around his slithering tongue. The balloon of lust burst in her belly, and she began to cum.
The peaking sensation was different, somehow sharper than before. The soft, slippery invasion of Earl's tongue and lips made her orgasm even stronger. His mouth caressed every straining nerve and pore in her loins.
Iris wailed, her voice filling the car. Earl struggled from under the dashboard, bending double to keep his mouth on her cunt. He put his hand over her mouth. Lights went on in the surrounding houses.
Iris panicked. The smothering hand sent her escalating orgasm up a dozen flights higher. She bucked bruisingly against the seat belt. She tried to bite Earl's fingers, but he jerked his hand away.
"Oh, GOD! Please do it now!" Iris begged. "I want it in me!"
Burly Earl strained to extricate himself from the cramped footwell. His face was smeared with the rich-smelling flow of her pussy. He put one hand on her firm tits, kneading the cones together, and guided his cockhead against her slippery portal with the other.
Iris closed her eyes and waited quietly for the entry. She whimpered a little, moving gently with the continuing cum. She tried to isolate her mind, letting the spasms in her loins slack enough to allow the cock into her vagina.
Earl grunted. The car was far too small. His legs were doubled up. Iris put her heels on his ass as he tried to corkscrew into her hole.
"Yes, yesss," Iris hissed. The joyous spreading of her vaginal portal made her quiver with pleasure. She bore down with her belly, willing her cunt-mouth to open.
It seemed to take forever. Earl's cock was conical, not the blunt spear she'd expected. The long, narrow tip stretched her further. Iris gasped when she finally felt the rim slip past her cuntal ring.
Earl rested. The careful straining was nearly over. He jiggled his glans softly back and forth, drawing more precious moisture from the musky well of her cunt.
Iris flexed one asscheek, then the other. Her hips rolled from side to side. The tight belt would not allow her the complete ass-raising freedom she wanted. She had to wait for Earl's insertion. She wanted to engulf his cock to the very hilt.
Earl pushed deeper. He felt her inner cuntlips drag at his shaft, turning inward. He withdrew a fraction of his meat, feeling the cuntal lube spread. Iris' satiny tube squeezed at him irregularly. She was holding off her cum until he could force his rod all the way into her cunt.
Earl ground down against her. The hot, dry pull of her outer lips dragged at the basehairs of his cock. He pulled back again, rotating his prick in the deep meaty softness of her channel.
Iris thought she would die. The short burst of cum she'd had before wasn't enough. She needed the gut-wrenching fullness of his prick. She didn't dare clench around the shaft. His heavy, hairy belly still wasn't close enough to the rigid, screaming need of her clit.
Earl drove harder, sensing her hunger. Ignoring the slight pain of his too-dry cockshaft, he ground his pubic bone against the top of her lovemound. He felt Iris pull back, forcing her ass against the seat, then her pelvis curled forward, swallowing him like a huge mouth.
Iris moaned in ecstasy. At last she had all his manhood in the hungry trap of her pussy. Her head swam, but the liquor had nothing to do with it. The lusty sensations emanating from her loins filled her entire body with a new, lively need. The waves of her second orgasm floated through her like a steaming tide.
Earl marveled at the rapid, insistent response of Iris' pussy. He rolled in the luxurious swamp of her loins, carried on the storm of her cum like a full-laden ship.
Iris tossed and swayed. Her nippled reached like fingers to penetrate his chest. She loved the weight that pressed her ass into the sweat-sticky vinyl of the seat. It went on and on, building like a flood. Her orgasm increased by the second.
Iris gasped, trying to suck in the air to power her cum. Her body controlled every atom of her existence, milking pleasure out of the rigid bar in her belly. She felt Earl's cockhead bump her cervix, and the passionate heat intensified.
She began to beg, pleading with him to thrust hard, shooting his seed into her. Incoherent prayers poured from Iris' mouth. She dug her fingers into his ass, gouging the ball-breaking tension into him. Her lewd entreaties and profane advice spurred him on.
"Oh, fuck! Earl, harder, harder, harder! Please cum, cum sooo-oon!" She moaned and grunted, sweating rivers. The car smelled like a ton of orgiastic flesh had writhed lustily for hours. The windows fogged with the miasma of their lewd sweat.
Iris whimpered. She began to scream, urging him on, when Earl mashed his mouth against hers. His tongue flickered in identical rhythm with his prickthrusts. Iris felt as if she again had two cocks probing the recesses of her flesh.
Iris sucked furiously at his tongue. Her cunt clasped, wringing his prick like a velvet fist. She wrapped her calves around his treetrunk-thighs, trying to force his cock even deeper into her hole. The weight of his sweating flesh against her belly greased them both.
The man grew rigid. His torso seemed like a granite mountain on top of her. Iris strained to match her cum waves to his slowing strokes. The in-out pulses of his cock caught sharply, then continued. In the middle of her cum, Iris held her breath and concentrated on bringing his spunk out.
Again and again she thought the dam would break. Iris drew a ragged breath. She sucked rhythmically at his tongue, trying to speed Earl's response. The crushing weight in her crotch stopped moving, then vibrated like a harpstring. Earl's cock drew back, slowly rising from her cunt.
Iris teetered on the edge. She waited, holding her own peak at arm's length. When he crashed down, mashing her cuntlips like putty, Iris exploded.
The thrusting, bucking jolts of seed inside her belly drove Iris mad. She clawed at Earl's ass, drawing blood with her nails. She ground her mons against his belly. The sudden tightness of her pussy astounded her. Iris felt every ridge inside his prick, every taper of the shaft. Even the spurting pulses of his cumtube shook her spasming hole.
Iris tore her mouth away from him. She gasped, violently struggling for air. Her cum crested, electrifying her whole body. Every cell was linked to the delighted heat in her cunt. Even after Earl's ramming thrusts had ceased, Iris' body milked happily at him. It felt like hours before Iris' limbs went slack, falling from around Earl's sweat-greased body. She rested under his limp weight. A warm feeling floated through her.
I didn't betray you, Roger-he got me drunk!
It was you who insisted that I always wear my seat belt, darling. I just wanted to stay safe until you got home!
"Earl?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're lucky I'm drunk and tied down. I would never allow that."
"Right." Earl rolled off. "Ow! You're awful tight!" He flopped into the driver's seat. "You're a helluva goer, Iris."
"You'd better take me home. If you don't, I'll tell Roger how you took advantage of me." Iris tried to sit up. She touched the belt latch and the straps rolled up. Her pretty titties jiggled. "I really wouldn't mind, if I weren't engaged."
"Right."
CHAPTER SIX
Iris thought a moose was giving birth inside her head the next morning. Someone had installed wall-to-wall fuzz on her tongue and teeth during the night. She pried one eye open and looked at the clock-radio.
As was her custom Iris had set the alarm for full blast before she had tumbled, unusually naked, into the soft-sheeted sack. The click of the radio relay galvanized her into action, and she leaped to stifle the infernal device before it could shatter her eardrums.
"Aowww!" she protested. She'd reached the switch as the music started, but the sudden motion nearly tore her skull apart. Even her own voice hurt her ears.
The events of the night before unreeled as Iris washed her face. No! I didn't do that! That wasn't me! For one thing, I never use that "F"-word!
It's all his fault. He must have put something in my drinks. I-I did wear panties last night, didn't I? Ohh, this headache!
How can I go back to work? If he's there, I'll die! After he forced me, violated me when I was drunk and tied down . . . I just couldn't face him again!
Did he bring me upstairs? No, I remember. I made him stay in the car. Then what happened at the door?
Oh, dear lord! That poor old man! He was so nice to help me open the lock, and when I tried to drag him in and his wife opened their door. . . . I better move out of here today!
Not the way I feel. I couldn't move one pillow. I'm so thirsty! I wonder what's good for a hangover.
Iris hung up her washcloth and stumbled out to her kitchen. She looked down at her feet. She still wore her stockings and garter belt, but that was all. A crusted trickle of semen graced the tops of her hose.
Oh, Iris! You're a disgrace! It's a good thing Mom and Dad can't see me. Whatever would they think?
Ullgh! Not coffee! I couldn't face an egg. What in the world did he put in my drinks? I never felt this bad in my life! Why did I agree to go out with him ?
So I could keep my job. Oh, this is terrible! I need the money, but I'm afraid to go in there.
Earl did kiss me very nicely, though. Even though he had to tie me up, I enjoyed that part. I guess . . . No. I don't think Roger would like it if I let him kiss me there again, no matter how good he is at it. Roger would think I was unfaithful if I told him. I better not let him know about it. Iris took a large glass of milk and went back to her bathroom. She ran the water as quietly as she could. She spoke aloud for the first time that morning.
Oh, darn! My head hurts too much to take these stockings off. I'll just wash myself through them and take them off later. She slid into the steaming tub and soaked, her nyloned knees rising above the surface.
By the time Iris dragged herself into work, she did feel considerably better. She nodded to Earl, keeping him away with the distant chill in her eyes. Although he watched her while she sorted her mail, he didn't approach. She was relieved to get out of his sight in her jeep.
Battling the city traffic took her mind off the illicit adventure with Earl Bridges. Iris managed to forget about him and all the Hill family until well after noon. She'd parked to take her lunch break when she saw a little boy in a sailor suit accompany his mother into a store. Her pussy tingled.
"I wonder how Roger looked when he was that age," Iris mused under her breath. "I bet he was really cute. He never did show me any pictures of himself then." Iris took another bite of her sandwich, watching the front of the store like a sentry.
Iris squeezed her thighs together. The idea of a ten-year-old Roger made her pussy moisten. Her headache disappeared as she tried to picture him without his mustache and the curly hair on his chest and crotch.
Yes. He would just be the cuddliest little guy. I could dress him, and help him bathe, and . . . It would be like he was my own child.
A sudden image of a naked ten-year-old climbing atop her body made Irish blush. No, he wouldn't be rude like Bobby and Danny. What in the world makes them so coarse?
Their father is rather vulgar. I suppose he'd have to be, to live with that blousy . . . person.
Now, Iris, that's not fair. She does have a certain low sort of appeal, I suppose, not that I'd ever understand why a man is drawn to her. She does have awfully large breasts, but her makeup is so . . . cheap! No lady would wear slacks as tight as hers-especially without panties! I didn't get much of a look at her, but there certainly wasn't any sign of elastics!
He really is a lot more appealing, in his way. Nothing like Roger, but some girls do like that rugged type. He would never look good in Ivy League suits, Iris decided. She sipped her cup of low-fat milk and nodded sagely to herself.
"Thinkin' about me?" a voice asked in her ear.
Iris jumped. A chilly drop of milk slopped on her collarbone, rolling down between her breasts. Rob Hill leaned on the edge of the window, grinning.
"No! What are you doing here?" Iris asked indignantly. She pulled a tissue out of her purse and made a futile dab at the spilled milk.
"Take it easy, Iris," Rob said. "I'm working. Actually, I'm just about to go home. These are my last stops." He looked at her appreciatively. Iris's smooth thighs were spread freely, and the hem of her skirt showed a nice length of leg. He could just see the firm inner curve of her breast past the open collar of her blouse.
Iris pressed her knees together. Her skirt slipped up further with the motion, and she tugged it down. "Then go take care of them. I won't stand for having you harass me!" she threatened.
"Hoo, boy! Still a spitfire, hey?" Rob grinned. "I like spunky chicks." He opened the far door and started to slide in.
"This is an official vehicle! It's the property of the United States!" Iris exclaimed. "You keep out of it, or ... or I'll have to report you!" She pushed at Rob's shoulder.
Rob grabbed her hand. "Knock it off, honey. You ain't the gal to be reporting anybody. They'll put your butt in a sling if I tell what you done with my boys." He tugged her toward him, trying to plant a kiss on her mouth. His free hand went around her slim waist.
Iris swatted Rob with her plastic Thermos top. The remaining milk splashed in his hair as she bit the side of his neck. Rob cooked his hand to slap her and Iris screamed, "Fire! Help! FIRE!!"
A couple on the sidewalk turned around to look. Rob let go of Iris. "What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed. "You loony little cunt!" He pulled back, starting to edge out of the jeep.
Iris pressed her lips in a thin line and spat, "You just stay away from me! I don't care what you thought you saw-it doesn't give you the right to rape me!" She looked at the stores across the sidewalk. Faces showed behind the windows. "Leave now, or I'll scream again!"
Rob backed away. "Okay, okay! You're asking for it, Iris. I wouldn't of done nothin', but you're gonna see more of me!"
Iris sat behind the wheel, shaking with rage and fear after Rob's truck growled away. Even when he'd tied her over the chair in his garage, Rob's eyes had shown a little humor. They looked like chunks of brown ice when he'd threatened.
The rest of the day, Iris found herself constantly checking the jeep's mirrors. Feathers of long blonde hair wisped behind her head as she neglected her usual cosmetic attentions at her delivery stops. When Earl Bridges began to approach her at the end of her shift, the rabbity fear in her face stopped him.
Every pair of headlights spooked her on the way to her apartment. Iris had wanted to inspect an art gallery, searching for more frogs for her collection, but the nauseous tremors in her belly halted her hobbyist's urge.
Iris locked the door behind her. She was just lifting the brass doorchain when Rob put his hand over her mouth. The slender blonde started to wrestle, but his thick arms held her like steel jaws.
"You gonna be good?" Rob growled. She froze, then nodded. "Okay." He let her go, turning her to face him with a tug at her wrist.
"How . . . ?" Iris began. She backed against the locked door.
Rob grinned, unbuttoning his shirt. "If you wanna be listed in the book, you gotta get a better lock. I didn't figure it. Goit' was Irving." He shucked the tight-checked garment off his shoulders.
Iris felt for the knob with her splayed fingers. As Rob's arms went back, she gathered breath for a scream.
The shirt dangling from one wrist, Rob stifled her quickly, brutally. "Goddammit, Iris, it didn't hurt you last time! Can that virgin crap!"
Iris relaxed. Her spirit of resistance left, leaving her empty as a puppet. When Rob's hand fell away from her mouth, she asked, "What do you want? I don't have anything here for you."
Rob took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. "Yes you do, Miss Spitfire. It's right between those legs." He set Iris down.
"Oh, no," Iris said dully. "Please, Mr. Hill. This must be some kind of bad joke. I just want to be left alone." She put her head in her hands. What in the world has happened to me? I never wanted to lead an exciting life. I don't like this! Why can't I just live here with my frogs and wait for Roger to come home and marry me?
Iris' eyes focused on the crumpled heap of Rob's shirt. Men are so messy! I like my house clean. He's been all over, TOUCHING things and moving them around. There's one of my books out of place!
She sighed, willing to do anything to get rid of his large, horny, hairy presence.
"There now, honey," Rob said, unbuttoning her blouse. The spot where she'd bitten him that afternoon showed purple on his neck. "You dug it in my garage. Any broad that goes around naked, huntin' little boys, needs a real man's cock to straighten her out."
Iris crossed her arms over her chest as Rob spread the blouse open. She tried to hide the lovely, firm cones of her bosom from his eyes, but then Iris felt his touch on the exposed underswell of her titties. "Please?" she asked again.
Rob enjoyed touching the silky firmness of Iris' bosom. He gently pried her arms away and feasted his eyes on her nipples. Light, feathery touches around her wide aureoles made the long tips slowly rise. She sat immobile, letting his hands rove over her flesh.
Iris' jaw tensed as Rob continued to stroke her breasts and belly. She wished her nipples would follow her mind instead of her body. The linked nerves of the stiff spires made the pit of her stomach tremble. It was the same nervous tremor that had preceded Iris' stripping for Bobby and Danny.
"There you go," Rob husked. His prick was stretching to full length, bulging out his slacks.
"That's better." He reached to his fly and started loosening his pants.
In spite of herself, Iris looked at his prick when it emerged. It stood proudly, jutting like a saber. She flicked her eyes away.
Rob hoisted his ass far enough to skin his pants down. He scuffed his shoes off. One snapping kick sent his pants into the middle of the room. "I love you delicate, classy-lookin' chicks," he growled.
Iris started to turn her shoulders away. Her eyes flashed over a framed picture of Roger, tall and handsome in his uniform. He was smiling, his eyes wrinkled against the sun. Iris realized something. Here I am, about to be raped, and he's grinning like a pimp! Where is he? I need him here!
Rob tugged at Iris' skirt, lifting it to her waist. "Let me look at that pretty little snatch, Iris," he wheedled. "You know you're gonna love it when we get going."
Iris pressed her knees together. She blushed. Somehow it seemed worse to have Rob see her black bikini panties than her naked loins.
"Nice stuff," he told her, running his fingertips along the lacy front panel. The wiry gold of her pussyhairs showed against her skin in the tiny heart-shaped cutouts of the lace. "I wish my old lady wore panties like that." A pearly drop of lubricant appeared at the end of Rob's prick. He insinuated his fingers past the elastic band.
Iris tried to send her mind away. She didn't like the feeling of blunt fingers twining in her pubic floss. The probing digits pressed the pad at the top of her pussy, moving it back and forth. The man was too skillful. Her pussylips stretched with the gentle motion, swelling with warmth. Iris concentrated on keeping her knees closed.
Rob smiled. The rigid strength of her long thighs was slowly easing. Soon he would slide his hand down further into her panties. The perfect line of her pouting labia stood out under the thin cloth, drawing his eye like a magnet.
Iris's nostrils flared. A slight flush rose on her delectable titties. A battle started in her mind.
I mustn't let him do this! No matter how big he is, it's wrong! Why does my body respond so disgustingly to him? I love Roger, even if he never aroused me like this.
Roger kissed me and held me, and made it seem right. Nothing can make this seem right!
His hands are very gentle, for all their size. How did he get into my apartment? Oh, I wish it were Roger! That's it-I'll just keep looking at Roger's picture and pretend. I don't see how else I'm going to get out of it.
Iris released a long, shuddering breath. Her knees opened, spreading only two inches.
Rob took advantage of it. His fingertip slipped into the top of her cuntal crease. When Iris clamped her legs back again, it only forced her pussylips against his finger.
"Stop it," she whispered. "Please go away." The slow manipulation worked warmth into the upper edge of her clitty-fold. Iris took another deep breath.
Rob brought his other hand around, tugging at the frilled waistband. Slow and easy, he sneaked one side over her hipbone, then the other. An inch of dark-gold curls appeared, shiny in the light. "You see, Iris?" he said softly. "Is it so bad?"
Iris tried to sit up. The caressing hand on her lovemound pulled the front of her panties down another fraction. She whimpered, a tiny frustrated noise deep in the back of her throat.
Rob knelt in front of her. Removing his fingers from her moistening crevice, he pulled her panties, rolling them onto her thigh-tops. Rob's fingers went under her cradle-like hips. With a hint of force, he raised her hips enough to slide the panties off.
Iris closed her eyes. She kept trying to think of Roger, but his face was hard to recall. She pouted. Lower lip poked out, Iris attempted to ignore the ghost-soft plucking that removed her blouse and skirt.
Rob slowly stripped the inert young woman. She didn't resist. Every movement he made was careful, as if she were sleeping and he feared to wake her. He put his hand at the back of her neck and slipped the unbuttoned blouse away, then undid her long, coiled hair. The loosed tresses fell over her shoulders like a thick, wavy waterfall.
Rob devoured her with his eyes. Iris sat motionless, her hands at her sides. She wore only the thick, knee-length grey socks and her sensible shoes. A two-handed touch on her knees, and Iris let her pale thighs open. He gazed into her loins.
The edges of her pussy lips were pale pink, a delicate vertical stripe in the center of the vee. He stroked the soft, curly hair, pulling the fine tendrils outward. The fluffy shield of her modesty glistened, unable to hide the erotic bulge of her labia.
Iris' breath came faster. Her coral-tipped nipples rose and fell in sparrow-like flutters. The wrestling in her mind brought a flush to her high, broad cheekbones.
Rob ran his fingers over her cuntal flesh. The softness responded, her intimate valley deepening in color. A hint of Iris' aroma rose to his nostrils.
Iris moved her lips. Without a sound, she said "No, no, no," over and over. The hand on her cunny brought a slow, certain reaction. The warmth flowed from her vagina to her belly, rising slow as the moon.
"Gawd, you're pretty," Rob breathed. "I never saw a pussy shaped that good." He pressed his hand against it harder, kneading the doughy warmth of the outer lips. The tendons of her thighs stood out, then relaxed.
Iris saw Roger's uniform, but the face was Rob's. She squeezed her eyelids tighter. Little lines stood out around her mouth as she tried to drive Mr. Hill's image out of her mind.
Rob lifted Iris' feet to the edge of the couch. Her knees stayed a yard apart. The soft, damp mouth of her pussy opened. He ran two fingertips over the rim of her hole. The heat was comforting.
Iris felt her lubricious fluids moving. Her body was determined to betray her. Even her pelvis moved slightly at his lascivious touch, offering her vagina more openly.
The vulnerable blonde tried to cry, but she couldn't squeeze tears out. A huge emptiness ached in her chest. She sat in the blatantly exposed position and wished she were dead. Her head lolled back to rest on the top edge of the couch.
Rob bellied up against the couch. His prick pointed at the top of her cuntal slit. With his hands on the opulent curve of her hips, he drew Iris closer to his red-knobbed penis.
Iris felt revulsion at herself with the increase in the blossoming warmth of her loins. The tip of Rob's cock trailed between her cuntal petals, arousing all the nerves from her clitty to her vagina. Her pussy mouth moistened more. It felt like a little swamp of traitorous lewdness.
Rob watched the frilly petals of her inner labia darken. The musky smear of juice from her vagina slicked the little valley and shined his glans. He brought his prickhead down past the kissable little mouth and rubbed the smear on her rectum.
The voluptuous slithering in that private place sent a chill through Iris. She knew it was a filthy perversion for a man to touch her there, but an unknown pleasure lurked in her rosebud. She inhaled sharply when Rob's cockhead pressed against the constricted spot. Guiding his ready tool with one hand, Rob Hill moved from the wrinkled ring to the mouth of her pussy. He separated her pussylips even further, then inserted the end of his knob.
Iris groaned. There would be no stopping him soon, she knew. The meaty tip had already forced her cuntal sphincter halfway open. She put her hands over her eyes.
Rob stroked back and forth, teasing Iris. He fucked the lips of her pussy, wanting to spread the rich goo of her vagina all over the wide wings of his prickhead before he plunged it home. He put his hands on her breasts and caressed the lovely cones.
He wanted to speed the flow of her juices.
Iris bit her lip. Her pussy warmed and the telltale knot of precum tension began to grow in her loins. The half-inch thrusts of the invading penis dragged her inner cuntlips against the sides of her clitty. The little organ was stiffened. Iris felt the change as the rising nubbin forced its hood upward past her outer cuntlips. Her knees opened to full extension.
Rob muscled the rim of his cockhead past the rubbery ring of her cuntmouth. The flesh closed on the tapered neck of his prick, enfolding the nerve-filled end. She sighed and his muscles relaxed briefly. The warm, wet hole was welcoming him.
Oh, my back hurts, Iris thought. I'll just slip down a little and ease it. She flexed her legs and the man's prick went in another inch. Her ass slipped down on the slick cushion.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," Rob said. "Just take a little at a time." He looked down and watched his meaty tube disappear into her cuntal nest. Every backstroke showed the shiny gloss of Iris' female juices on his shaft. Her inner cuntlips followed it outward, clinging voluptuously to his cock.
Iris felt her intimate parts conforming to the rigid invader. Her pussy dragged back and forth, curling in with his slow insertions. She took her hands down from her face. Iris looked at the junction of their flesh. The sight fanned the fiery heat in her pussy.
Oh! It looks as strong as it feels! It's so hard to believe that his whole thing goes into me like that! I actually fit around it. . . around all of it. That big vein on the top is twitching!
Rob's mouth twisted in a wry smile. He looked at the grey-eyed blonde's face. She digs seeing it. That's good to know. I bet I can fuck her every day if I can get her to deliver a package to my place and showed movies! His cock throbbed in the glovesoft center of her pussy. .
Rob started arching his back, throwing more length into every stroke. He pulled out until only his cockhead was planted in her, then slowly, mercilessly, slid back in. The rising heat of their coupled loins scented the room.
Iris licked her lips. The slippery-looking wand reached her cervix, touching it insistently. She liked the bumping feeling. She put her arms on Rob's shoulders, still staring at the rhythmic slide of his organ.
Rob put his hands on the slim woman's ribs. He pulled her to him. Their bellies met, and she looked up at his face. Cut off from her view of the cunt-pleasing bar, she searched Rob's eyes.
"It does feel good," Iris admitted. "I shouldn't say so, but it does." She hugged herself against him, enjoying the sensuous slide of her nipples on his hairy chest.
Rob lifted her, bringing his feet under his ass one at a time. He crossed behind his back, and he stood.
Iris gasped in shock. The woman's own weight drove her down onto his prick. She felt his pubic bone grinding up at her clit. Suspended in midair, she clung to him like a monkey on a tree. The feeling in her cunt leaped higher, then burst. Iris started to cum.
Iris' gasping pleas were unmistakable. She ground against the steely prick, rubbing her belly hotly on Rob's. She leaned back and looked at him, her mouth open in the shock and wonder of her orgasm.
Rob slid his hands down. He cupped one firm, supple asscheek in each hand. The silky woman skin invited his touch. He kneaded the tensing muscles of Iris' ass, feeling her cuntal clasps strengthen. He loved caressing her ass. Rob pulled her close, then held her away thrusting harder into her cunt.
Iris thought she would go insane. A short burst of fear struck her. Would he let me fall?
Iris curled her spine, forcing her pelvis against him. She arched away, pressing her buttocks harder into his caressing hands. Her hips rotated, lifting on one side then the other. She felt the head of Rob's cock explore every section of her belly.
Rob carried Iris around the room. He thrust vigorously into her pussy, loving the tight clasp of her accelerating cum. When she grabbed his shoulders and pulled her titties against him, he staggered. His muscles ached at the strain of supporting her weight and the hot, horny writhing of her body.
The stiff tips of her nipples sent lightning bolts of heat to her fevered cunt. Iris' heart pounded. The long, fast strokes of the cock in her pussy beat more lust into her. Wringing at him like a frothing washing machine, Iris tried to pull the cum up from his balls to his cockhead.
"Oh, please, please," she panted. "I want it, I want you to do it, do it now. Oh, Rob, do it now, with me!" Iris twisted like a python, wrapping his body with erotic sensations.
Rob felt the gathering chill of his cumburst. It tensed his ass. His thighs weakened. He wouldn't put her down. He wanted to fill her, standing. Rob slipped, but grabbed his balance again.
Iris felt her cum tapering off. She found the tears at last beginning to well up in her eyes. She wanted so much to have his bucking thrusts match the violent suction of her cunt! She began to cry.
Rob felt the woman's spasms slacking. He put a clockwise roll into his thrusts, grinding harder against her clit zone. The soft pad of her mons mashed between them. He tickled her rectum.
Iris felt the change somewhere down there. She welcomed it. She began to hum, hoping that Rob's cock would spew its thick syrup into her pussy soon.
Iris' ass was wet with the squishing overflow from her cunt. Rob's fingertip rimmed the wrinkled dot, then slipped in.
Iris came apart. The anal violation sent her orgasm into a high, tight spin. The finger thrust and jabbed at her colon like another tiny cock, doubling the passionate thrusts inside her.
Rob let his seed flow, ripping great bursts of cum into her cunt. Over and over, her clasping sphincters milked at his finger and his prick. His knees went watery.
Iris didn't care if they both crashed to the floor. The dual presence stimulating her cum made her wail with desperate pleasure. Her left shoulder hit the wall as Rob stumbled. They slid down to lie in a twitching heap, still racked by their cum.
A click registered in the back of Iris' mind. She ignored it, sinking into the delicious unwinding of her orgasm. Iris felt Rob stiffen under her and opened her eyes. Dawn Hill stood in the doorway, looking like the wrath of the Lord.
Iris looked at Rob, then at his wife. Dawn slipped a plastic strip into her pocket and stepped in. "What are you doing with that girl?" she asked threateningly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dawn Hill stepped closer and repeated the question, punctuating it with a slap at the front door. "What"-BANG!-"are you doing, Rob?"
Iris' knee was pinned between Rob's thigh and the wall. The couple struggled to free themselves. A thick string of cum looped from Iris' vagina to Rob's glans, then plopped onto the rug.
Iris found her voice. "He came here to rape me," she told the bigger woman. "I tried to tell him I'm engaged, but he just kept on!"
"Horseshit," Dawn said mildly. "I know what you're engaged in, honey. Danny told me about you." The big blonde woman looked Iris over. She dropped her large leather purse on the couch.
"Really! I didn't want anything to do with your husband," Iris protested. One of her socks was crumpled around her ankle and her skin was flushed and sweaty.
"How'd you find me, Dawn?" Rob asked. He edged toward his clothes.
"You never mind! This little tramp here's gonna lose her job, thanks to you. If you'd been home, I wouldn't have checked with the kids." Dawn sneered at Rob. "So you like tying women up, hey? How come you didn't ever tie me up?"
"Now, honey," Rob wheedled. "It ain't Iris's fault I'm here. She's right, she didn't want nothin' to do with me." He started to move toward his clothes, stepping away from the wall to reach his clothes. "Look, why don't you go on back to the post office and tell 'em you made a mistake? Please, Dawn?"
Dawn put her foot on his pants. "Don't you tell me what to do! I'm sick and tired of running the house while you screw around! You goddamn hillbilly, you never were anything but a sneak!"
Iris looked from one to the other. She was glad the Valkyrie's attention was diverted from her. The woman's contemptuous glance made Iris feel soiled.
Still, even if he did come here to rape me, I feel sorry for him He did arouse me an awful lot. If he weren't so crude and vulgar-and married-I'd like to know him better.
Dawn glared at Rob. He stammered, "P-please! Why don't we talk about this at home? You shouldn't oughta drag her into it!"
Dawn stood with her feet apart, holding Rob's clothes down. "Why not? You made my best girl friend move away, telling her husband I was a lesbian! There's no call for that, Rob!" She unbuttoned her blouse.
Dawn's cleavage seemed to go on forever. Her pillowy breasts filled the top, unhindered by a bra. She lifted the half-bared mountains. "You haven't ever touched me the way she could! Never in your whole life did you kiss these right! You been able to sleep with anybody you wanted to, but I can't have a little fun with Sarah!"
Iris goggled at Dawn's bosom. When she'd first glimpsed the tall, statuesque woman, she'd been sure they were false. I can't imagine having to carry those around, she thought. My God! Even Roger would go crazy if I were built like that!
"Dawn!" Rob said, shocked. "Cover yourself! What the hell's got into you? This poor kid's got nothing to do with any of that-that ancient history! He moved toward her.
"I'm not going to take any more crap from you!" Dawn shouted. She jumped across the tiny living room, knocking Rob against the wall. She fell on top of him and started pummeling with her fists.
Iris watched the incredible scene for ten long seconds. The woman's large breasts shook with each blow. Rob curled up to protect himself, trying to hide his face behind his wrists. He kept up a steady stream of protests, underlined with grunts when his wife struck home.
Iris tried to pull Dawn off Rob, saying, "Please! Please stop it, Mrs. Hill! Just take him home, get out of here, PLEASE!"
Dawn shrugged Iris off twice, then dealt her a back hand that sent the slim letter-carrier across the room. Iris started to go for help, but remembered she was naked save for her shoes and socks. She stood nervously next to the door, hopping from one foot to the other.
Rob quit struggling, and Dawn's fists slowed. When she was sure he wouldn't move, the big blonde got up. Wiping her hair out of her eyes, Dawn spied an extension cord running along the baseboard. "Can I use that?" she asked, pointing.
Terrified of the buxom woman's rage, Iris nodded dumbly. "Sure," she quavered, "but what for?"
Her gray eyes were like saucers. She almost knocked down my frog collection!
Rob's wrists were purpling. Dawn took the electric cord and whipped a noose tight around them. She turned to Iris. "Help me."
"What? Why?"
"This sonofabitch raped you, didn't he?" Dawn glared down at her unconscious husband. "Come on, Iris! I never fought him like that before, and I'm afraid of what'll happen when he wakes up!"
The naked blonde moved to Dawn's side. She was ambivalent about tying the man up. The sight of him, half-trussed, made her belly flutter. It reminded her of his sons, when she'd had them helpless to punish them for pulling their little pricks.
"God, I've wanted to do this for so long," Dawn grunted, securing the bight on Rob's wrists. "I loved playing cowboys and Indians, when I could tie up my brothers." Her massive breasts swayed as she bent over him. One popped out of her half-open blouse, showing a large, brownish-pink corona surrounding her rubbery nipple.
Iris took a turn around one ankle, then asked, "What are we going to do with him?" She almost forgot her nakedness in the strange delight of tying Rob up.
"I'm damned if I know," Dawn confessed. "Why don't we spread-eagle him, and leave him there until we figure it out?" She seemed infinitely friendlier after loosing her rage on Rob.
Rob's cum-smeared cock was growing limp as the two women dragged him across the shag carpet. Iris attached his wrists to one foot of the couch. Dawn tied his ankle to the other end of the long sofa, then stretched the other leg wide, running the cord into the kitchen. "He sure won't pull that stove anywhere," Dawn gloated.
"How long have you known about him being unfaithful?" Iris asked, looking down at his supine body. "I would leave my fianc� in an instant if he broke his promise." She stood with her hands on her hips, her feet apart. Her dark-gold cuntal thatch was matted with the sticky juices of the coerced union.
"Aw, honey, it's been years. Bobby wasn't even born yet when my sister told me she'd seen him sneaking out of her neighbor's house." Dawn poked at his ribs with her toe. "This is the first time I ever did anything except scream at him about it." Her throaty voice was soft.
"That's just terrible," Iris said. She put her arm around the bigger woman's waist. It was surprisingly small. "What made you stay with him?"
Dawn looked at Iris' sympathetic face. "Well, with a kid on the way and my parents clear across the country in a rest home, there wasn't any place for me to go. He always would throw up Sarah to me."
Iris stepped back, removing her hand from Dawn's waist. "You mean you were . . . you committed . . . what you said?" She furrowed her brow.
"No! I never," Dawn started, then she slumped. "Well, anyway, it's not like Sarah or I could get each other pregnant. It's not the same with another girl."
Iris nodded dubiously. "I think I understand, maybe." She looked at Dawn, running her eyes from the skintight slacks over her ample hips, past the plump, juicy-looking bulge of her mons to the incredible swelling of the older woman's still-high breasts.
Dawn blushed. "It started after I told Sarah what he'd been doing behind my back. He wouldn't have found out, but one day he came home early while we were in bed together."
"It must have been terrible!" Iris interjected.
"You don't know the half of it, Iris. He watched us, then he came in and climbed all over me when Sarah left." Dawn looked at Rob. He was just beginning to open his eyes. "He was just like an animal! I didn't know what had gotten him so ready until a lot later, when he busted in on us. He came home to watch us every day he could!"
Iris went to hold Dawn. "You poor thing," she said. She hugged the taller woman. "He must have scared you to death!"
"Yes, he did," Dawn confessed. She put her arms around Iris, letting the opulent, creamy flesh of her breasts press against her. "You're a nice kid. I'm sorry I scared you the way I did. I just saw red after I talked to the boys."
"Honey?" came a plaintive croak from the floor. "Untie me, Dawn, please?"
Dawn looked down at him. "Why should I? You broke into this nice girl's apartment to cheat on me. I'd leave you here, except I don't want to stink up her place." She nudged his balls gently with her toe.
"No!" Rob yelped. "Please! Iris, make her stop!"
"Why should I?" the smaller blonde asked. "Don't forget, you tied me up, and had your boys all over me." She hugged Dawn. "I've got nothing but sympathy for your poor wife! I might just leave you there until you get pneumonia." She stared down at him. That lewd flutter in her pussy got stronger as Iris got an idea.
"Dawn?" she asked quietly. "Do you mind my being all messy from him?"
The voluptuous woman smiled. "If I did, he could clean you off."
"Now, hold on a minute," Rob began, but Dawn's toe stopped him.
"Shut up, you prick," she said. "You loved watching Sarah and me, and you'd never even had Sarah." Dawn took off her blouse. Her enormous titties jiggled like mountains of pudding as she dropped the garment over her purse.
The lurid feeling in Iris' pussy was slowed only by the sticky mass of drying cum in her crotch. "I have to get this off of me," she said.
Rob twisted, trying to get free from the strong, thin extension cord. He didn't like the idea of having to lick his own overflow off of Iris, especially with his wife watching. "No! Come on, girls, enough's enough! Please!"
Iris watched Dawn pull her tight slacks down. The smaller woman was amazed at how firm and smooth Dawn's skin looked. The rich crest of brown hair over Mrs. Hill's cuntal mound sprang up wirily as soon as she slipped the waistband down past it. Her hips were pink-white, wide and cushiony. The pillars of her thighs looked as if they could support a skyscraper with grace and beauty.
Dawn's indented waist set off her ample bosom and broad pelvis magically. She looked almost fragile around the shadowed cup of her deep navel. Tall, fair and voluptuous, she wasn't fat anywhere, just solidly built on large, well-padded bones. Iris caught her breath when Dawn stood shyly naked in front of her.
"You look like a goddess," Iris breathed. "Just like a statue in old Greece!"
"Goddess of greasy tramps!" Rob spluttered. Iris stepped lightly on his extended elbow. "Aaowww!"
"Maybe we should gag him," Dawn mused. "I don't want your neighbors to hear him."
"After he cleans me off," Iris said. She put her arms around Dawn and kissed her on the lips. Slow and soft, their tongues lingered while Rob groaned at the sight of the woman's bodies clasped together.
"That's nice," Dawn purred. Looking at Rob, she warned him, "Don't you dare bite her, clown. I'll smash your balls if you hurt Iris!"
The slim letter-carrier squatted over Rob's face. He tried to turn his head away. Iris put her cum-smeared thigh against his mouth. "Come on. You made me suck you when I was tied up."
Dawn watched her husband lick his cum off the slender thighs. She rubbed her pussy. The scene aroused her.
Iris moved her crotch around on Rob's head. Every particle of sticky skin was cleaned by his lips and tongue. When his tongue darted into her rectum, Iris squeaked. "Ooooh!"
Dawn knelt and gripped Rob's scrotum in her hand. "Watch it, honey!"
"It's okay, Dawn," Iris said, "I just didn't expect it." She pulled Dawn toward her, caressing the outer portions of her magnificent bosom.
Dawn hummed with grateful excitement. She liked the smaller blonde. Iris was a spirited girl, as Dawn had been before carrying sneaky Rob's babies. Dawn kissed her.
Iris opened her mouth for Dawn's tongue. The sweet, sensuous wrestling went on for long, tender seconds before Iris broke away for air. Rob's tongue was starting to invade her clitoral area.
"Oh, you are so sweet," Iris said. I wonder how it would be to kiss her there? The thought made Iris' belly tighten. "Stand up, dear."
Dawn obliged, straddling Rob's waist. She anticipated the double cunnilingus. Her cuntal zone was already wet. She caressed Iris' head, murmuring, "Like this, honey?"
Iris settled down on Rob's face. She tried to ignore his tongue and the nose that probed at her puckered rosebud. "Yes, just there," she breathed. "You look so nice!"
Iris ruffled Dawn's pussyfluff with her fingertips. It was infinitely softer than a man's. Iris decided she liked touching it better. That smell! In a funny way, it makes me feel. . . all mushy and lovey inside.
Oh, and look at the way her little clit-thing is standing up! It's pushed her hood clear past the edges of her slit!
Iris kissed the top of Dawn's pussy beard. The smooth ivory of her lower belly contrasted nicely with the light-brown hair. Iris put one hand on each of Dawn's hips. She lifted her cunny from Rob's face and knelt, straddling his torso.
Iris parted the flossy curls with the tip of her nose, inhaling gently. The musky bouquet filled her lungs. Iris went forward another inch with her eyes closed.
The soft warmth of Dawn's private skin toasted Iris' nose. The smaller woman nuzzled around the crevice, reaching with her tongue to barely touch Dawn's labia.
Oh, it's so nice! I can hardly keep from just gobbling her up! I wonder if I could have an orgasm just from kissing her here?
Iris wiggled her nose into the soft 'tweenflesh, flicking her tongue against the mouth of Dawn's vagina. The moist warmth delighted Iris. She slipped her tongue up the smooth-walled valley until her nose peeled back the clitoral shield.
Now slow, nice and easy and slow, Iris told herself. I don't want to make it too fast for her. We have all the time we need.
Iris teased around the stiff little organ. She was surprised at the length of it. It was nearly twice the size of her own clitty. She licked past it to the right, then back down on the left. Iris kept the skin peeled back with deft touches of her tongue.
Why do they say this is wrong? I like it! Roger probably wouldn't approve, but I don't care. He doesn't have to know about it. Like dear Dawn said, we aren't hurting anybody. I won't get pregnant!
Dawn moaned low. She rocked her hips forward, giving a hint to Iris.
She wants me to kiss around her vagina some more. That's fine with me. She really tastes nice!
Iris pooched her lips out and sucked gently at the rim of Dawn's pussymouth. She lightly insinuated her tongue into the heavier-tasting folds inside.
It spreads out so nicely! I feel like her pussy's kissing me right back! Oh, Dawn, darling Dawn! I love doing this for you. I love it when you move your hips and tell me how much you like it. We girls don't even need words to say how to do it.
It's so much creamier inside! I never tasted anything so nice in my life. It's better than ice cream!
Iris kneaded at Dawn's hips. She ran the flat of her tongue upward in a wide, sensual swath from Dawn's vagina to the hidden peak of her clitty. The spasmodic twitch of the other woman's body gratified her.
"Iris, honey," Dawn whispered. "Here, come over here with me."
Iris took her face out of the light-brown muff. She looked at the lustily swollen crimson of Dawn's inner flesh and smiled. "Okay," she replied.
"Do you like that?" Iris asked as they stood up. Instead of answering, Dawn put her arms around Iris and pressed her into the soft billows of her breasts.
Rob stared up at them from the floor. His cock was hard as a granite pillar. The sight of his wife's bountiful bosom all but swallowing Iris' little torso inflamed him. He strained at the cord until his tendons stood out.
Iris loved the soft skin and the meaty firmness of Dawn's body against her. It was like the caress of velvet across her nipples. She smeared the pussyjuice on her face against the tops of the ivory hillocks. "I love kissing you there," Iris said softly.
"Let's do it over here where Rob can see," Dawn hummed. "He's going crazy!" She lay on her side on the floor, beckoning to Iris.
Iris lay beside Dawn, folding her arms around the bigger woman. Every moment she could touch the voluptuous masses of Dawn's breasts or the firm bounty of her thighs and hips was heavenly. Iris buried her face in the enormous cleavage.
Dawn held her breasts around Iris' head. She felt the girl's tongue moving wetly on her skin. Dawn kneaded her bosom, caressing Iris.
The smaller woman would have gladly smothered in that silky embrace. She lolled her head around, bringing her own hands up to hold the lovely titties against her cheeks. Iris felt Dawn's fingers guiding hers to the brownish nipples.
Iris pulled her head out of Dawn's cleavage in astounded lust. The soft touch of Dawn's knowing fingers flooded her pussy with lust. Even after Rob's careful caresses, Iris was amazed "Dawn! I can't stand it," she whimpered. "It's too good! Oh, my merciful God!" Iris grabbed one of Dawn's sugarload titties and began kissing it fervently.
Dawn responded by rolling all the most sensitive folds of Iris' pussy around in her hand. The erotic sensation made Iris lock her mouth onto the stiff, rubbery spike of her nipple. She put her small hands around the base of the lush breast. It was too large for Iris to grasp it all, but she kneaded it, pushing the nipple outward into her suctioning mouth.
Dawn's skilled fingers wiggled into Iris one at a time. First her index finger, then the long middle finger, found and titillated the hottest nerves in her vagina. Iris rolled onto her back, raising her knees. She wanted to open herself completely for the lusty favors of those magical hands.
The women lay with their feet toward Rob. His neck twisted toward them. He screwed his eyes shut, resolving not to watch, but he looked again in two seconds. He stared as his wife's fingers disappeared into Iris, and watched the flaming crimson of Dawn's pussy as she grew hotter. His sticky cock dripped little smears of fluid onto his belly.
Dawn swung her leg over Iris' thigh. She rubbed her pussy against it. Iris felt the juicy heat and pressed back. Now a third finger slipped into her sopping vagina, and Iris gasped for air.
"There, honey," Dawn whispered. "Oh, yes, open up like that. I love your little pussy."
"I love yours, too," Iris whimpered. "Please let me kiss it some more!" She raised her hips completely off the ground, trying to take Dawn's whole hand.
Rob groaned. The vision made him alternately angry and desperate. His wife and the girl he wanted for his mistress were writhing, covered with sweat and the lewd red blush of cunty heat. His cockhead had turned an angry red-purple, and his balls climbed to the top of his sac.
Dawn slid slickly up and down Iris' thigh. Her hungry pussy left a trail of shiny lubricity along the smaller woman's smooth skin. She had her fourth finger in Iris now, all clenched together like a closed flower.
Dawn panted. She knew she could go off with the frottage, but the delightful lewdness of Iris' cuntal kiss was so much more promising that she swung around to settle on her mouth.
Iris saw the curly hair descending over her mouth. She moaned. To have this sweet, aromatic bit of womanflesh on her lips again would be wonderful.
Iris strained to spread her knees wider. The other woman's whole fist slipped past her cuntal sphincter with a plop. The feeling of thick fullness was unbearable. Iris rolled her hips like a madwoman.
At last the juicy vulva came within range. Iris shoved her tongue into Dawn's hole, once, twice. She licked down, trying to tease at the clitty again. Iris was afraid she would begin to bite, with the exquisite feeling of the hand imbedded in her pussy driving her out of control.
Dawn moaned in ecstasy. The slithering tongue on her rigid clit lashed hotter feelings into her belly. She opened her fingers.
Iris started the hardest cum of her life. No sensation she'd felt before had prepared her for the fanatic joy of this release. She raised her head, burying her nose in Dawn's cunt. Dawn started. The statuesque woman ground her pussy against Iris. She quivered all over. Dawn bent down, forcing her clitty against Iris' tongue. She swayed back and forth, brushing her nipples across the soft skin of Iris' belly.
The multiple sensations were too much for the inexperienced girl. She tried to force her entire head up Dawn's cunt. The twisting, sliding, snakelike fingers in her cunt touched her womb. The hot spikes of Dawn's nipples burned a trail across her belly, tying her muscles in knots.
Rob looked on, helpless. His hands and feet turned blue as he wrenched at his bonds. He moved the heavy couch an inch at a time, but the stove in the kitchen held him where he was. His spastic, horny efforts to intrude on the lesbian scene spread him out even further than the women had.
The sight of Dawn's swaying, shimmering tits tracing lewd circles on Iris' belly appalled Rob. He loathed the thought of being powerless to caress the women himself.
Worse than that was the sight of Dawn's wrist buried in Iris' cunt. After having twice felt the glovelike fit of her pussy around his cock, Rob imagined the heartbreaking richness of imbedding his own hand in that strained, overstretched hole.
Iris and Dawn had forgotten he was watching. They writhed on the carpet, totally absorbed in one another's cunts. Their gasps and the flooded squishing of their fuckholes were the only sounds they heard. The incredible peak lasted for seeming hours before Iris had to pull her head away from Dawn's pussy.
Even then, the bigger woman kept moving her hand inside Iris. Dawn thought she would split in half from the intensity of her orgasm. Her hand moved ceaselessly until the massive waves of sensation finally quit bathing her in their lusty glow. The slow ebbing of the flood left all three, the women and their watcher, bathed in sweat and gasping desperately to regain their breaths.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Poor confused Iris didn't understand that her horniness wasn't her fault. The next morning she called in sick. The twenty-five-year-old woman couldn't face, didn't believe she could deliver with her mind in such a turmoil.
Thinking back on the torrid scene, she didn't approve of her own actions. Things were bad enough when she'd sat silently as Rob insinuated his prick into her, but letting the relief of rescue and Dawn's powerful personality suck her into Lesbian Perversion was worse.
All day Iris wandered around her tiny apartment, dusting her frogs and trying to get the cumspots out of the rug. The walls closed in on her. I can't go outside! If Rob or Earl or Dawn saw me, I would simply snap! Oh, Roger, I can't marry you now! I've sunk into the worst degradation that could ever happen!
Iris picked up Roger's picture and turned it to the wall. She wrapped her quilted pink housecoat tighter around her slender body.
Maybe I should watch television. Some of those serials have problems like mine. Maybe I could gain some insight into this whole rotten situation.
No! The extension cord was wrapped around Mr. Hill! I couldn't stand to touch the filthy thing! Oh, if only there were some way out of this!
I can't even mop the floor! I'll have to move away from here, far away. I'll leave all the things that I've polluted myself with behind. Roger will never know. It's best that way.
Iris sniffled, then lifted her head. She stood tall in the little apartment, stretched to her full five-three. She thought of the nobility of Damon and Pythias, or Sidney Carton. The melodramatic load in her heart assumed magnanimous proportions. Iris spoke softly to herself. "It is a far, far better thing I do now than I have done lately!"
Inspired, Iris began to sort through her clothes.
What can I take with me to start a new life? How will I support myself? Rats! I'll have to make a whole new person out of myself!
A knock came at the door. Iris wanted to ignore it, but the noise became insistent. It sounded like whoever it was would tear the flimsy panel from its hinges.
"All right! I'm coming!" Iris muttered under her breath, "Probably coming to evict me, anyway."
Iris incautiously slipped the chain off before opening the door. When she saw who it was, she tried to slam it, but Earl Bridges leaned his weight inward and she gave up. "Come in," she sighed.
"Hello, Iris." Earl stood indecisively just inside the door. "I, uh, when you called in. ..."
Emboldened by her recent resolution, Iris snapped, "Spit it out, Earl! Why are you here? Your shift isn't over!"
"I got a report about your activities," Earl said, glaring. This little blonde worm had turned too suddenly.
"So? What I do in my off time is none of your business."
"That wasn't off time, Iris." Earl looked around the room. "A lady, Mrs. Hill, came to see me yesterday afternoon."
Iris remembered the threat. She backed toward a chair. "Y-yes?"
"She . . . alleged that you and her children. . .While you were on duty!" Earl bumbled to a stop. "It was a verbal report. I didn't turn in any paperwork." He stepped closer to her.
Well Dog-Gone her! No, DAMN her! How could she make love with me like that after reporting me?
And poor dear Roger will check with the post office after I leave! He'd just be crushed! Out there defending us, stuck underwater all the time, and then coming home to find out about that! He would think the worst! No one would tell him I did it for their own good!
Earl watched the pained expression flit across Iris' face. "I didn't file a report," he repeated gently.
"What do you mean?" Iris asked. Her voice had lost its sparkle.
"Well, you are kind of my gal," Earl said, ducking his head. Iris found the boyish mannerism repulsive in a fiftyish man. "I don't have to say anything to anybody."
"You mean, if I keep . . . dating you?" Iris sagged in the chair. The top section of her belted housecoat opened slightly.
"That bitch! That miserable rotten bitch!" Iris hissed. She looked up at Earl. She considered the possibilities.
Well, even though I can never be Mrs. Roger Clovington the Third, lean protect Roger from this . . . infamy. I can go with Earl until it's too late to report me. I don't think Dawn would say anything to anyone else.
Earl waited expectantly. Hopeful lines extended up into his balding scalp "Okay," Iris said. "We can keep seeing each other. Do you want to start now?" She fumbled with the housecoat, showing the ivory inner curve of her breasts.
Breathing heavily, Earl knelt next to the chair and kissed Iris. His mouth tasted of his unlit cigars.
Iris gave in. That's one thing I've learned how to do lately, she thought. The meaty hand that snuck in to cuddle her titty brought an involuntary response from her nipple. The slender blonde felt the heat running through her belly, joining a tiny spark of readiness in her pussy.
"I get the rest of the day off," Earl whispered. "I can stay till tomorrow."
"That's nice," Iris said. She glanced over to the wall-facing picture of Roger. It's all for you, dear Earl stood up. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. Iris shucked out of her robe.
Earl's prick started to rise immediately. The slim vision of nude femininity appealed immensely to him. In the dark, strapped in his car, he hadn't been able to fully appreciate Iris' lovely body. The fine tones of her smooth skin invited touching. He fumbled with his shirt, kicking off his shoes and socks as Iris turned around, posing lewdly for him. He didn't notice the weary, resigned expression on her face.
The long, trim legs moved sensuously as Iris turned. The twin globes of her asscheeks rose spicily from her thighs, accenting the narrow small of her back. Even her shoulder blades were definitely female. Her long blonde hair was done up in a loose bun, revealing the white nape of her neck.
Iris faced Earl again and walked toward him. The willowy swaying of her trim body enticed him. It was like a carrot to his rabbitty cock. Drops of pre-cum lube gathered on the head of his prick.
"You like seeing me naked, don't you?" Iris purred. "I like the way you look at me."
Earl put his arms around her. She was actually a little bony for his tastes, but he knew her snug-fitting, juicy pussy was the best he'd ever had, even when she was dead drunk.
The heady aroma of arousal floated in the room. How was Earl to know it was from the spots on the rug under his feet?
Earl ran his hands over the silken skin of her ass. Iris' butt was fine and firm, as juicy as a sixteen-year-old's. Iris pressed her belly against his stiff cock. When she flowed away from him, a long, sticky streamer of his cocklube trailed between them. It was a vital wire, carving the message of his eagerness.
Iris turned to lead Earl into her bedroom. "No," he said. "I like this right here. We can go in there later."
Iris returned. "All right, Earl," she purred. "Anything you like." She went to her knees and began tonguing his cockhead.
Earl couldn't believe it. Her mouth was soft and warm. It moved around him like wet, gluey rubber, eking out sensations from his whole shaft. His balls tightened.
Filled with virile thoughts, Earl wanted more from the suddenly compliant woman. He knelt with her.
Iris was as surprised as Earl. Beginning to blow him, posing naked in front of his appreciative eyes, actually began to arouse her. The steamy warmth in her pussy grew. She fondled his cock. "I want you," she said, amazed to find that it was true. She wanted a rigid, reassuring organ in her pussy to tell her she was a normal woman, not some twisted pervert.
Earl held her to him. "Let me kiss you all over," he hummed in her ear. "You're so goddam beautiful! I want to taste every part of you!"
Iris lay down on the carpet. She watched Earl lick his lips. Iris put one hand up to her breasts, holding the firm cones up for his mouth.
Earl put his lips around the stiff spire of her nipple and sucked lascivious heat into it. He kneaded her pussy with one hand, surprised at the rapid flood of her cuntal response. His fingers moistened more with every squishing movement. Earl's free hand smoothed over her long, tapered legs and the precious jut of her pelvic horns.
Iris felt the lewd linkage between her nipple and her clit strengthen. In just a few seconds of harsh manipulation, it involved her whole body. She squirmed sensuously on the rug.
Earl sucked on her other nipple, switching back and forth. Both of them stayed erect under his intense oral caresses. His palm rubbed the plump, satisfying bulge of her mons. Her flaming clitty ached for a direct touch now, but Earl kept squeezing the whole lusty wad of flesh around it.
Iris raised her hips, offering the lewd swamp of her pussy for his kiss or his cock. Her breath came faster. The telltale blush of her heat spread over her breasts and down to her belly. Even the ivory skin of those long, lovely thighs pinkened.
Earl took his hand out of her pussy. He raised his head, rubbing her titties around in slow, erogenous circles. The nipples bored into his palms like tiny augers. "Turn over," he suggested.
Iris was dumbfounded. Why should she? She was ready to take him, even face to face. Despite the tobacco-y reek of his kisses, she wanted his secure bulk to anchor her to the carpet, driving the thick, meaty pole of his manhood into her pussy.
"Turn over, honey," Earl repeated. "There's a lot more of you to kiss."
Iris put her arms around his neck. She nuzzled against his shoulder, then complied. The slender blonde reached behind her, hoping to jack at his prick while he kissed her.
Earl started at her feet, then slowly tongued and kissed up the back of each calf. Iris shook when he struck the shockingly tender spot behind her knees. The light sucking on the hot zone made her raise her ass in the air.
Earl rolled his hips in a definite fuck-motion. He loved the sight of those raised hemispheres and the shallow, wide valley between. Her ass invited kissing. A man could warm his last days with the memory of biting that tender, creamy flesh. He licked up the inside of each thigh.
Iris shivered. The approach to her cunny was exciting her unbearably. She wanted to scream for his cock before Earl had even reached midthigh. The soft skin crawled in lewd anticipation of more sensual suction. The musky juice flooded out of her vagina, trailing down to warm her upstretched clitty.
Earl carefully lavished a lick around the bottom-curve of each lush cheek. The tenderest, juiciest flesh of all was next. The dedicated ass-man wanted to save it for last. He skipped past the rounded beauties and started kissing Iris' shoulders.
"No, please, Earl, go back down," Iris panted. She didn't want to go through the ascending heat again and have him miss kissing her pussy.
Earl slithered down again, beginning at the top of her cheeks. It was a delight, the soft textures all but kissing back at him. He clamped his teeth gently on the springy flesh, teasing Iris with a gravelly growl.
Iris squeaked. The game wasn't funny. She wanted him to get on with it and ram something, anything, into her overheated pussy. Even if she had to sacrifice her discrimination to protect Roger, she sure as hell wasn't going to sacrifice her orgasm. "Cut it out," she told him.
Earl gladly cut it out. There was almost nothing he enjoyed more than kissing a woman's full ass-cheeks. He kissed them with his lips wide open, engulfing as much of the flesh as he possibly could. Every pore and velvety pout of the skin was like nectar to him.
Earl would have licked her rectum that night in his car, but the seatbelt had held her down. Now he could enjoy the greasy feel of the tight ring to the fullest.
Iris felt a kneading hand on each cheek. Her bottom warmed to the touch, running threads of sensation into the pit of her cunt. She felt something strange happening in her vagina. The wet sphincter was opening and closing, kissing at the cock it wanted.
Earl put his lips around her grey-pink asshole. He licked across the wrinkled tissues of the little dot. Iris tried to clench her cheeks together, but his muscular hand held the reflexively clasping mounds open. He ground his nose into the tail-valley above her hole, sucked an instant more, then drove his tongue into her ass.
Iris writhed with the shock. The vulgar touch insulted her, but it excited her at the same time. She was repulsed by her reaction, but a single thought of Roger's soon-to-be-broken heart made her endure.
It didn't take a lot of enduring. The voluptuous insertion of Earl's tongue soon made her nerves overrule her training. Iris raised her ass again, presenting Earl with a clear shot at the most secret of her orifices. The meaty wedge of his tongue explored, reaching deep into her ass. When he curled his tongue tip back on itself and prodded her sphincter from the inside, Iris, thought she'd die.
The insane pleasure of the forbidden act made her whimper.
My God! Am I going to cum? My belly's all knotted up, and his chin's pressing on my vagina! Even my clitty feels like it's going to explode!
Iris rolled her ass in time with the tonguestrokes in her rectum. Her pussy lips fluttered around Earl's chin. She wanted to absorb him completely. When he at last lifted his sucking, probing mouth from her ass, Iris could have wept. The feeling had been about to peak in her loins.
Earl gasped for breath. The tight bud had caressed his tongue, opening and closing like a tiny vise. His rock-hard prick was ready to burst. He deliberately unclenched his own ass, trying to slow the inevitable rise of sperm along his cumtube.
Iris wondered what had happened. The sound of Earl's gusty breathing behind her made her start to roll over, but a heavy hand held her down. Iris accepted the paw attacking her cuntal zone gratefully. At least not all of her heated energy would be lost.
Earl changed hands on her cunt. Her juices slimed his fingers. He rubbed the thick, sweet-smelling cream over the end of his cock. Bracing his shaft with one hand, he put the end of it against her asshole.
Iris thought at first it was his finger. She welcomed the pushing presence-it added to the near-cum lewdness in her pussy. She wondered where Earl would start kissing her next. She bore down, opening her rectum for his finger.
Earl loved it. She actually wanted his cock in her ass! Her rectum opened slightly, and he pressed forward.
Iris groaned. No! It couldn't be! Not that vile, unspeakable Oriental custom! Would an American civil servant actually bugger a fellow citizen?
Greased with Iris' pussy juice, half Earl's cockhead slipped in. He withdrew a little, then bore down harder.
Iris screamed. Earl clapped his hand over her mouth. The thick odor of her cuntjuice nearly smothered Iris. The heady scent would have aroused her, but the horror he was perpetrating on her tiny rectum nullified it.
Earl corkscrewed around. He searched for the right angle, trying to aim his cockhead toward the small of her back. Little by little, his glans found a beachhead in her butt.
Iris gasped with relief. The wide flange of his corona had passed the painful point. She felt her rectum constrict again, mercifully aware of the tapered neck of his penis. She nodded, and Earl took his hand away from her mouth.
Even with the revolting stretching of that private channel, Iris began to find it exciting. There was something about the forbidden sensuality of the anal penetration that aroused the baser feelings in the back of her mind. She moved her ass up and down experimentally.
The tight heat of Iris' asshole inflamed Earl's cockhead. When he felt her begin to move, he asked, "It's not so bad, is it?"
"No," she answered. "It kind of hurts, but I'm getting used to it. Would you touch my pussy some more?"
Earl grimaced. He slipped one hand under the heavy press of their bodies and squeezed a bit of her cuntal mound. As he took more of her juicy flesh into his hand, Earl felt her asshole relax.
Slow and certain, like a distant avalanche, Iris knew Earl's prick was sliding further into her rectum. She consciously worked at easing the way, forcing the sphincter to open wider around the thick, meaty plug of his cock.
Earl was happy. The soft, firm mounds of her ass rose closer to his belly. He wanted to plant himself ball-deep in her rectum. The tight joy of the grey piercing made his nostrils flare.
At last Iris felt his weight all the way down on her ass. She arched her back, grinding her teeth at the obscenely lewd fullness in her guts. She felt stretched inside, heavy with the mass of prick.
Earl began to stroke in and out. He slipped one finger into her cunthole, then withdrew it to smear more lube on his shaft. The ass-clasp burned the basehairs of his dick. Iris was moving nicely under him now, so he threw a little spin on his strokes.
Iris thought her guts would burst. The heavy mass in her ass probed around, swirling in search of god-knew what extra texture. The hand mashing her cuntmound sent a flare of heat all through her body. Iris thought, Holy postmarks! I am going to cum! I will!
She circled her ass against the virile rotations behind her. Iris clamped her pussy down tighter on the finger that explored her. It made her ass clench on Earl's cock. She felt every pore and vein on his shaft.
Earl rose and fell. He felt the tightness whirling up from his balls to his cockhead. The iron grip of Iris' asshole wrung at his cock. The supersoft inner flesh of her colon warmed his cockhead like a sheath of smooth dry satin. It would be any second now. He tensed, shivering. His fingertip found her clitty and he pressed the stiff button as hard as he could.
Iris went off. Her pussy clamped down on sudden emptiness. The near crushing of her clit sent her whirring into space. The smutty fullness in her ass was vital, a feeling she needed to live through the strange, reinforced cum that shook her. Her arms and legs stiffened and her butt spiraled like a top around Earl's prick.
The massive presence in her asshole grew, then jolted. Earl bucked on top of her. Iris collapsed under the weight, trapping his hand beneath her. She ground her cunt against it, trying to supercharge her cum.
The flood of seed blasted in her guts like a firehose. She felt it wash the walls of her ass even as the sharp, short jerks of Earl's prick stretched them almost to tearing. Iris heard a scream but she couldn't tell if it were hers or Earl's.
Earl thought the vicious snapping action of Iris' ass would tear his cock off his body. He thrust into her again and again, trying to tame the savage grip of her ass. All his need spewed into her and still he fucked mightily, getting the last obscene bit of glee from the delicious receptacle.
Iris thought her cum went on forever. She didn't notice that Earl had collapsed on her or that his prick had finally stopped moving in her ass. The surging strangeness of her asscum and the clitcum rocked her body and mind until she passed out. Iris overdosed on ecstasy.
CHAPTER NINE
Three weeks later, Iris didn't know what the hell to do. Dawn called her every other day. She still tried to come to bed with the girl, threatening to report her if Iris didn't let her suck and fuck around her lissome young body.
Iris tried to keep herself covered by dating Earl, but he was getting a little old. She kept telling herself that it was all to protect Roger, but her cunty demands were beginning to wear on Earl. He'd lost ten pounds, which wasn't bad for him, but Iris still was wearing him out. He'd begun to resort to tying her in the strangest positions just to get his sadly worn cock up enough to plug her. What red-blooded map wouldn't take advantage of all the free nooky Iris, pretty Iris, was offering?
I just know Bobby and Danny are still masturbating, Iris thought one day. I wish there were some way to get Dawn to take over for me, but I suppose that would be incest. Darn it! Why are all these people nowadays so disgustingly lewd?
The schedule had become such a grind that Iris no longer looked when she heard conspiratorial boy-voices on her delivery routes. The slender blonde lived in fear of coming across Dawn on the street. That morning, the buxom blonde had sent her a long, intense letter, proclaiming that she'd stopped sleeping with Rob. Dawn wanted to save herself for Iris. The thought depressed Iris even more.
Iris picked up a newspaper on her lunch break. She paged idly through it, hoping there would be some hint from Dear Abby to help her out of the situation she'd fallen into. A photograph caught her eye.
Why, that's Roger! Is he hurt ... or missing? What is it? I wish they'd put the articles right under the pictures, instead of next to them.
Well, promoted to . . . yes. Okay ... reenlistment re-enlistment, denied. . . . Several dozen enlisted. . . . Gay Officers' Union ... GAY OFFICERS, UNION!! Several dozen enlisted men!
"Oh, Roger!" Iris wailed. "No, say it's not so! Is that why I haven't heard from you?" She went back over the article. "Well, at least I won't have to see Earl any more," she muttered.
Iris jammed the jeep into gear. Back at the station, she demanded to see Earl immediately. He ushered her into an empty office.
When Iris came out, she was shaking with rage. That bastard! He says he'll have me fired! It was so long ago that I did it, though!
And he even wants to pick the times for our dates! That takes a lot of nerve. How do I know he won't be making love with Dawn when she comes in to try reporting me again?
Iris rushed to finish her delivery route. The government jeep was in severe need of retirement by the time she pulled up in front of the Hills' hedge. She yanked the brake and ran through the gate. Her titties bounced as she sprinted, still madder than a stiffed waiter.
Iris pounded on the door. Rob opened it. "Well, hell-o! I didn't expect to see you around here again," Rob said. He looked suspiciously at the fuming woman.
"Where's your wife? I have to see her," Iris grated. "Come on! Call her to the door! I'm gonna kill her!"
"Say, calm down," Rob said. He warmed up at the knowledge that Iris hadn't come to enjoy another lusty interlude with Dawn. "Why do you want to see her?"
Iris broke down and started to cry. The shock of Earl's action combined with the newspaper article had wound her up tighter than an idiot's watch. She felt as empty as one of her porcelain frogs.
Rob gathered the slender woman into his arms. He smelled her sweet-scented hair as he comforted her, slowly eking the story out of her. By the time he knew all that had happened to Iris since the night she and Dawn had trussed him up, he'd formed a plan.
Rob was hornier than a mad water buffalo, and Dawn's snooty behavior since that night has pissed him off. She was due home in half an hour, but it took him nearly that long to explain the plan to Iris. Thankfully for both of them, she had no objections to trying to stop Bobby and Danny from masturbating once again.
Iris shed her blouse and walked into the boys' room, where they were playing cards with a picture deck. She was shocked, but the queen of hearts did titillate her slightly. "Boys," she began. Danny tried to hide his cards, but Bobby just leaned back on his elbows and looked at Iris. "You came to keep us from jerkin' off again, didn't you?"
Iris shivered. "Yes, Bobby, and I might be coming here every day. I don't see how I'm going to keep your urges under control if I don't. Your father's told me how often you've been spoiling yourselves," she improvised. Iris walked to the bed and undid his fly. "Just as I suspected!"
Though Danny was young, he was no fool. He dropped his own pants. Iris looked back and forth from one boycock to the other. Bobby was beginning to get some hair.
It really does seem so much cleaner, Iris reflected, stroking the boys' members. They really excited me at first, and even now I like them more than men's penises.
Iris turned the boys away from the door and held them close. Kneeling, she took one cock then the other into her mouth. Working on each prick in turn, Iris got them to a perfect state of readiness. She knew she would see them each shoot in another second.
Dawn threw the door open. She stood there, shocked. The boys turned their heads around. Bobby's cock shot a thin stream of cum past Iris' cheek.
Dawn gathered her breath, then hid her face in her hands. "How could you?" she wailed. "How could you do this to me, Iris? My own sons!" The massive blonde moved brokenly to hold her boys.
Rob stepped quickly, silently into the room. He slipped the prepared noose in front of Dawn, capturing both wrists. Iris jumped up and tackled Dawn around the waist.
"No-oo-oo!" Dawn yodeled. "Bobby! Danny! Help me!"
The children looked around, confused. Dawn's solid legs flailed in the air. Iris said, "NO! If you help us, you can play horsey on my pussy!"
Bobby instantly hobbled over, his pants around his ankles. He pulled the rope tight on Dawn's wrists while Iris and Rob restrained her feet. Danny decided this was no time to buck the majority, even though he hadn't cum yet.
In less than a minute, Dawn was trussed up like a leg o'lamb. Iris yanked the hem of Dawn's flowered blouse up and stuffed it into her wide-open mouth.
Rob and Iris looked at one another. The hard part would come next. With vengeful relish, Iris helped Rob cut Dawn's clothes off without disturbing the bonds. She was saddened a bit to see that pearly pink body bound as it was, but Iris thought of the pension she'd nearly lost. That was enough reason to get Dawn out of the way. Bobby and Danny and their father were three bigger reasons.
Grunting, they carried Dawn downstairs. The voluptuous blonde goddess quit struggling. She was sure she was going to die.
Iris put her blouse back on and drove to the station. The memory of Dawn tied to a furniture dolly made her grin, even at Earl. She accepted his offer for a date that evening happily, but she insisted it be at his place. Earl readily agreed. He'd been stocking up on devices and aids that embarrassed him to take out of the house.
Iris and Rob met at her apartment. The boys were guarding their mother in the truck. Iris grabbed the portable furnishings she'd packed when she was ready to leave town in disgrace, and they drove to Earl's house.
Rob trundled Dawn up to Earl's front door. Iris rang the bell, and they scuttled around the side of the small frame house, where Bobby and Danny were already peering through the window.
Earl's heart nearly attacked him when he saw the voluptuously gift-wrapped package on his porch. He looked around, blessing the early darkness. He huffed and puffed to get the large woman in.
Iris happily jacked at the boys' pricks while Rob slipped his cock between her thighs from behind. They watched while Earl walked around Dawn, stopping to caress the ample, luxurious width of her firm ass, then going on to tighten a strand of cord around her nipple. The supervisor was obviously delighted with Dawn. He greased her with butter and rubbed his prick all over her soft, well-packed skin.
The quartet outside stopped snickering when Dawn's eyes became heavy with lust. She was enjoying the attentions the heavyset man lavished on her helpless body. Even when he took the gag from her mouth, Dawn didn't scream-she started stretching to suck his cock.
Earl obliged her. He put his big, greasy-looking prick into her willing mouth and nuzzled her enormous tits. The sight aroused Iris so much that she leaned over back and whispered, "Let's go home now. Rob. I can pick up my frogs later."
"Like next week." He smiled. "I think Dawn's going to be all right."
"And I know I'm going to be all right!" Iris kissed Rob, then each of her new little boys. A thought struck her.
"Bobby, when you grow up, will you bring your sons over to see their grandmother?"
CHAPTER TEN
"What?" Bobby asked. He and Danny tugged their trousers up, following Rob and Iris to the truck.
"Iris is going to be living with us," Rob explained, fondling the slim blonde's asscheek in his large hand. "It doesn't look like your mom's gonna be back."
Danny looked wistfully back at the little house where they'd left Dawn. "You mean we're just gonna leave her here?"
Iris gathered the younger boy in her arms. "Don't worry, honey. I'll be taking care of you." She rubbed the prickbulge at the front of his jeans. "I'll take care of every bit of you." Touching the young boy and thinking of having all three of the Hill pricks for her very own made Iris tingle all over. She could scarcely keep her clothes on while Rob drove them back to the big house.
Rob dragged in Iris' heavy suitcase while the boys showed her around the two-story home. After completing the circuit, Iris found Rob waiting for her, his arms folded over his chest. "Well, what d'ya think?" he asked.
"It's just lovely!" Iris exclaimed. "I never imagined having so much room!"
Rob laughed. "All right! Hey, why don't you and I go and check out the master bedroom? The boys can get their own supper."
Iris looked at him. Rob's prick stood stiff as a flagpole in his pants. His eyes were dilating at the prospect of having her, willing and naked, sprawled across his bed. The lissome blonde licked her lips. "Okay, Rob. That's the only room I haven't looked at." She turned toward the stairs, looking suggestively over her shoulder.
Rob admired the way her pert bottom switched, tossing the short skirt from side to side as she climbed. He reached into his pants to straighten the tugging coils of his knotted cockbush.
Iris waited at the top of the stairs. "Are my things in there?" she asked, waiting for Rob to lead the way to the closed door of the bedroom.
"I put everything in there," Rob replied. "You got plenty of room in the closet-I cleared out most of . . . the old stuff."
Iris shot Rob a quick glance. At least he didn't mention her name. She put her hand on the doorknob. "I think I'll go on in and get ready," she said, trying to sound seductive. There was something in Rob's manner that discomforted her.
"All right, Iris," Rob told her, "I'll be there in a couple minutes. Just be waitin' while I get the boys settled.
Trying to force her qualms out of her mind, Iris went into the big bedroom and undressed. She rummaged through her suitcase, finding a sheer floor-length peignoir. The black gossamer of the gown set off the gold of her pubes and her pink, half-stiff nipples. The large mirror at the foot of the bed caught her eye. Iris turned around in front of it, the peignoir floating around her like an airy cloud.
Iris heard Rob's heavy tread on the staircase. She turned out the overhead light, hiding herself between the sheets like a juicy gift. Her heart raced when the shaft of light from the opening door silhouetted Rob. "I'm ready for you, darling," she whispered.
"I'm almost set," Rob said. "I have some bracelets I'd like you to wear." He stepped close to the big bed. Iris heard his clothing ripple off.
Jewelry! How . . . lovely! I like that, Iris decided. Her eyes became accustomed to the dark. She watched Rob moving from corner to corner, circling the huge bed.
She listened to the heavy clink of metal. Will it clash with my negligee? I wish I'd known that Rob wanted me to wear them.
"Let's have that nice, soft little hand," Rob said. His voice was tight.
Iris reached out with her left hand. A smooth, heavy chain went over her wrist, clinking richly.
"And one on each ankle," Rob added. "I love to hear bracelets on your legs." He panted, with a touch of a nervous giggle behind his words. He pulled the sheet down and slipped another slippery, cold chain on each ankle. He lifted and separated her feet.
Iris lay on her back, her legs wide open. She lay passively, hoping Rob would come to be folded in her arms. She wondered briefly, Where are the boys? What will they be doing while Rob and I make love?
The saberlike shadow of his cock showed in profile as Rob went to her right side and slid the last bracelet over her hand. This one was tighter, not so heavy, and rough on the links.
Rob looked down at Iris. She was an inviting, enchanting shape, fogged by the soft black of her lingerie. The timing was perfect. He yanked one wrist-strap tight, then leaped to the foot of the bed.
Iris gasped in shock. The sudden jerk on her arm was painful. She tried to pull her arm in, but her ankles were seized in the same instant. "Rob! What are you doing?" Iris reached with her one half-free arm, but a tearing pull stretched it flat on the bed.
Rob hit the light switch. Iris raised her head to look at him. She was spread-eagled, tied to every corner of the bed. "What is it, darling?" she asked, still unwilling to believe he'd begun to take revenge on her.
"You don't know, Iris? You really don't fucking know? After you sucked off my kids and my wife, you don't believe I'm pissed off?"
Fear chilled Iris' veins. "B-b-but, Rob!" she wailed. "I-I thought you loved me!" She looked at her wrists and ankles. The smooth, heavy jewelry that pinned her to the bed was four dog chokers.
"Horseshit!" Rob looked at his prize. "You gotta be the dumbest cunt I ever saw! You tried to fuck my whole family away from me! Why the hell did you think you could help me whore my wife away, then move on in here and take over?"
Iris' grey eyes were two shifty marbles, rolling around the room for some chance of escape. Her pussy was framed by-the front edges of the black peignoir. Her wide cleavage was stretched to a saddle-like valley. A leather strap secured each choke chain to a leg of the massive redwood bedframe. She flexed her legs until the long tendons stood out, testing the unbreakable grip of her bonds.
"Please let me go, Rob," Iris begged. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. "I'll do anything you want!" She twisted her neck to follow him as he stalked up and down. His cock looked half again larger than it had before, a truly threatening weapon. Iris writhed, moving her torso like a snake, but there was no slack in the chains and straps.
"You'll do what I want anyway," Rob Hill smiled. "I got rid of that cunt wife of mine, and the boys don't give a shit what happens if they can get their rocks off. I don't have to let you go at all." He leaned over the bed and jammed two fingers into her pussy.
Iris winced at the rough insertion. Her vagina was terribly dry. She felt the bruising force throughout her loins. Her pussy lips turned in on themselves, hairs and all clinging to his hand as he pushed it back and forth. "Please!" she whimpered. "You're hurting me!"
Rob grinned savagely. His teeth gleamed like a cannibal's while he watched Iris' discomfort.
"You rather have it in your ass?" he growled. "I think you need a good stiff cock in that little kiester. You loved it when I was tied up, and your cunt was hotter'n a firecracker while Dawn was getting it from that fat fucker across town. Feel as good now, sweetsnatch?"
Iris tossed her head from side to side. She'd let her hair down, and the long waves hid her eyes from the glaring light in the ceiling. The half-inch of slack in each strap let her writhe like a witch at the stake.
Rob leaned close to her face, his calloused hand still working in her vagina. "Come on, Iris. Don't give me that innocent bullshit. I feel you getting wetter by the second!"
Iris closed her eyes tight. It was true, shamefully true! Her pussy was lubricating around the intrusive fingers. She formed prayers with her lips, but only whimpers of shame came out.
Rob spread the sheer black film of her peignoir. Seeing the frightened flatness of her lovely nipples, he put his mouth on each of them in turn. Sucking vigorously, he brought the terrified tittiebumps into stiffness. "That's it. I shoulda known after that time in the garage. You love it when you can't get loose. You don't wanna fuck until there's no choice."
Iris shook her head again. Her body felt like a chunk of inert meat. She separated herself from the reactions in her flesh. No! I can't be responding to him! He's coarse and mean! He always tried to make me feel cheap! Oh, please Iris, don't let him do this to us!
Rob grunted, swinging himself on top of her. "Okay, you high-assed bitch! I'm gonna see your snatch open up good." He rubbed his gland over the pink valley of her labia, slicking the pussyjuice up to her clit.
Iris tugged at the chains. They bit cruelly into her wrists. The tendons above her heels hurt terribly as the spiral links dug in. She tightened her sphincters, afraid that she would add the shame of pissing to the indignity of her spread-eagle nakedness.
Rob pressed his cockhead against her vagina. The hot knob forced her flesh inward, but Iris didn't allow the muscle to yield. She struggled in her loins, trying to pull the sensitive area up into her belly.
"All right, goddamn you," Rob muttered between clenched teeth. He braced his bending cock with hand, holding the shaft straight. The bruised flesh of her cunt was holding against him like a brick wall. "Take it, cunt! Take my fucking cock!"
No, no! Iris thought. Don't ever let him in! Don't ever let that horrible thing into me, please! He only brought me here to hurt me!
Rob slacked the jerking pressure. Iris was about to let her clamped muscles relax when she felt another thrust. She hardened her whole belly like a prizefighter. The little squares of her abdominal muscles showed even through her feminine padding.
"Oww!" Rob grunted. His fingers spread the soft, puffy lips of her cunt. His fist clamped around his prick like an iron brace. He rammed down with all his weight.
Iris felt her pussy give way. She cried silently. The whole head of Rob's cock had speared into her vagina. She slacked the straining muscles, hoping he'd pull back enough for her to exclude his prick again.
Rob did pull back, but only far enough for the wide ridge around his cockhead to spread the internal juices of her cunt outward. A light smear on her inner pussy lips eased the next stroke.
Iris was lost and she knew it. Letting her belly relax, she felt the swelling fullness in her pussy reaching up toward her womb. Salty tears ran down from her eyes, tracking the sides of her face.
"Please stop," she sniffled.
Rob grunted like a boar in rut. He wasn't going to stop for any gentle pleas. He carefully moved his cock to and fro, smearing cuntjuice along his shaft. With all the care of a precise madman, he wanted to be fully lubed for the next act.
Iris intentionally slacked her muscles. She had to put up with the raping prick in her cunt, but she didn't have to help him cum. She wanted as little resistance to his pistoning rod as possible.
Rob got madder as her pussy loosened. It was like fucking a wide-mouthed jellyjar. The walls of her cunt weren't even hot after the first battering assault. Slick, loose smoothness gave in to his meaty prick. He wanted Iris to clamp down again, wringing at his cock until her hole was dry. When she at last was sore, begging for his cum, he'd pull out and jerk off in her face.
But she wasn't going to get sore this way, not at all. The walls of her cuntal tube were so unresisting that he could hardly tell if his cock was still hard enough to shoot. Rob pulled out.
"Thank you," Iris breathed. "I don't want any more, please!"
Rob didn't lift himself off her torso. With his cock thoroughly slimed with her musky juice, he put the knob against her asshole.
"No!" Iris exclaimed. "Please, not there! Please, Rob, let me go!"
Rob ignored her words. If her pussy wouldn't tighten around his root, her asshole would have to. Gripping an asscheek in each hand, he pressed against the grey-pink dot of her rectum.
Iris tried to clamp it shut. The end of his prick-head had already begun to enter her. The knob squirted back out when she clamped down, but Rod shoved hard again.
Iris thought her ass would tear wide open. The dull, brutal pain lanced through her guts. It felt like Rob was trying to jam a baseball bat into her butt.
Rob withdrew. He smeared cunty lubricant downward from her vagina. With the little ass-mouth greased, he put his glans against her again.
The forbidden thrust against her ass reached into Iris' soul. She'd let Earl have his way there, but that was to save her job and Roger's feelings. Now there was nothing left to save. Totally helpless on the bed, Rob would have her in the most shameful way imaginable, and for no reason. Iris wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.
Rob felt a slight loss of tension. He forged ahead, lodging the wide, angry end of his cock into her rectum. Iris bore down, trying to ease the unnatural pain.
Rob slipped his root back and forth. The tight band of muscle at the entrance eased. He slid the rest of his glans past the agonized portal.
Iris surrendered. She felt the stretching, the obscene fullness deep in her guts. There seemed to be no end to the length of rigid prick as it slid deeper and deeper into her.
Rob went back and forth, slacking the pressure only enough to gain a fresh purchase. He felt her giving way under him reluctantly. Moderating his strokes, Rob went more easily into her.
At last Iris felt his belly against her pussy. The vulgar weapon in her ass had reached full depth. A painful tugging in her guts strained the soft tube. Iris wondered if Rob would let her go afterward.
Rob relaxed. He took his hands from her ass-cheeks and lay on top of her for a moment. The tight collar of her rectum clasped the base of his cockshaft like a springy band. "There. That's better, bitch," he breathed. His anger hadn't dissipated in the incredible effort of ravaging her ass.
Iris marveled. The natural clasp of her rectum held him tight. She didn't need to fight any more. Just lying on her back, impaled, she would eventually feel him shoot off, then perhaps he would leave her alone.
Rob began to move tentatively in her. The inside of her ass was drier, but somehow looser than even her slacked pussy. The velvety feeling of her guts didn't do much for his cockhead, but the band of her asshole would milk the cum out of his cock as sure as his own fist.
Iris was surprised. The pressure of his belly on her cunt was arousing her. She didn't like the feeling. Her ass was being raped, and the constant levering against her pussy made her wetter. Even her clitty was beginning to respond. Oh, I hope he doesn't feel it! Please, Iris, don't tighten around him! If he knows I feel anything at all, he'll never let me get away Rob's strokes became longer. He rocked his hips, never letting his belly leave the puffy, steamy heat of her cunt mound. He knew that the surrendered woman would eventually begin to respond to the clitoral pressure. The only problem was holding in his sperm until she was ready to cum.
Iris started to breathe more deeply. She wanted to control the fever rising in her belly. Before, she'd responded to Earl's heavy prick in her ass, but this was different. Now the constant, rolling pressure against her labia and the moisture oozing from her hole were betraying her.
Rod deliberately loosened the tension that rose between his asscheeks. He felt the increased wetness against the top of his cockbush. Her cunt was warmer. Listening carefully, he heard whispering traces of lubricious sound coming from her cunt.
Iris' pulse pounded in her ears. She extended her arms and legs, relieving the painful constriction around her limbs. The dog chains let the pink return to her blood-starved hands.
The slow, inevitable rise in her excitement lifted Iris' ass off the bed. She began to move, almost imperceptibly, against him. A slight, side-to-side sway of her pubic zone heightened the rubbing heat against her slit.
Rob felt the movement. He bore down harder with his belly. The ring of tight flesh around his cockshaft tightened in little pulses, stiffening his cock even more. The pressure was painful, in a ball-rattling way. He stroked longer and harder into her asshole.
Iris felt the thwack of his balls against her ass-cleft. She'd rocked her pelvis up, exposing more of her ass to him. The whirling knot in her belly tensed. She knew Rob felt her beginning to cum. Iris would have wept, but the feeling was getting nicer.
Rob wallowed in the grey tightness of her smooth-lined asshole. He wished she were untied. Rob could almost feel the hot clasp of her thighs over his buttocks.
In deep, his cock touched the kink at the top of her hole. He pulled back again, then rolled his sweating belly against her mons. Rob's face was purpling with the strain. He held off until he was certain.
Iris moaned. The dam inside her, the straining wall that held her cum off, began to crack. She jerked her ass toward him with a tiny motion.
Rob banged down again. The chilly tendrils of his cum reached from his ass to his cockhead. The knob swelled, reaching to fill the velvet walls of the blonde's ass.
Iris ground viciously against him. It was useless to hide her heat from him. She felt the steely tension in his body. Like a statue, Rob's body held her down. His cock went backward, then his spine curled in like a whip.
Iris let go. The unmistakable jolts of his cumming prick sent her ass and her pussy into spastic contractions. She had a laser of heat running through her, lancing from the pinpoint of her clit to her strained asshole. The cumcenter in her brain burst and she wiggled around Rob's prick like a dying worm.
"Aahhh!!" Rob gasped. "Oh, fuck, IRIS!!" He locked tight into her, holding his prick immobile. Jets of cum spewed deep into her ass.
Iris couldn't stand the exquisite sensations. She forced her ass onto the last fraction of Rob's cock. The vibrating cumtube strained her rectum with each shuddering jolt of his semen.
Her pussy was clamping savagely on emptiness. Her clitty drove her on, grinding her loins against his sweaty belly. The chrome chains on her limbs tightened with her convulsive jerks against them. Iris saw blazes of streaking light, engraved on the inside of her clenched eyelids.
Rob strained into her ass long after all his cum was drained. The intense heat of her ongoing cum drove his prick off.
Iris gagged on the fullness in her ass. She tapered off, feeling the waves of orgasm slacking, easing down slowly. Her arms and legs went limp, but her sphincters stayed tight. Iris passed out, not waking until Rob's cock had softened enough to pull limply out of her ass.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Iris felt a dull ache in her wrists. Her ankles hurt. She slowly opened her eyes, beginning to recall where she lay.
It feels like my rectum's split wide open, she thought. It doesn't seem controllable somehow.
She opened her eyes. The light was still on. Rob was fully dressed, walking around her. The sun was rising. Iris wanted to pee. She tried to sit up.
"Good morning," Rob said. "How you doin'?" He grinned cruelly at her as he filled his pockets.
Iris was still bound. The sticky pool of cold cum under her ass made her skin itch. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Well, why don't yon?" Rob invited, sneering. "I sure's shit ain't gonna untie you." He stepped to the side of the bed and put his fingers on her belly, just above her pubic bone. He drummed his hand up and down.
"No!" Iris thought her bladder would burst. The tapping strained her pussy. "Please, Rob! Let me up, please?"
He snapped off the light. "I'll have Bobby bring you a jar. I gotta go to work." He ran his fingers through her cuntal thatch. "Sure wouldn't mind another go, but I'm late already." He opened the door. "Bobby! Come in here!"
Iris nearly wept with shame. The whole room reeked of her cunty fluids and the thick semen that had spilled out of her ass. The young boy all but licked his lips when he came in and saw her tied to the bed.
"Whatcha want, Dad?" Bobby asked, his eyes glued to Iris' naked pussy. He stepped toward the bed.
"Bring somethin' for Iris to piss in," Rob said. "Don't you or Danny let her loose today. I'll beat your asses black and blue if she's gone when I get home." He blew Iris a kiss, grinning, then thudded heavily down the stairs.
Iris watched Bobby until the door downstairs slammed. She heard the baritone roar of the truck starting up. "Please," she whispered, "please loosen the straps, Bobby."
Bobby unzipped his pants. His shirttails flapped around his prick. The boy's sock stood out like a staff. "No!" he stated. "Dad said you gotta stay tied up." He jacked slowly at his cock.
"Please, honey," she begged. "I'll stay here. My hands hurt!" Iris bit her lip. Even the child acted as cruel as his father.
Bobby climbed onto the bed. He knelt between Iris' legs. He aimed his prick at the open wound of her abused pussy and pressed against her cunt-mouth.
"No, no," the blonde woman whimpered. "I have to go! Bobby, please! I promise I'll come right back in here! You can tie me up again and do anything you want!"
Bobby shook his head. Looking intently at the shaft of his prick, he spread her cuntlips and slipped in.
The pressure on her bladder made his cock feel three times as big. Iris was full of the boy meat. Her cuntal channel opened automatically for his wand, then closed around him. "Please, after you're done?" she asked hopefully.
Bobby bore down, grinding in to the hilt. "Maybe," he grunted. "Just lay there!" He pulled back, then shoved it in again.
Iris couldn't believe the cruel voluptuousness of the feeling. Her clitty wasn't even erect yet, but she felt like she was already cumming. A tiny quiver passed through her loins.
Bobby stirred around a little. Every time his cockhead moved against the front wall of her pussy, Iris nearly cried out. She was almost grateful when he went back to his straight, in-and-out thrusts. At least the quick jab didn't threaten to make her piss all over him. Bound and helpless, Iris was afraid to think of what the cruel child would do to her if she let the golden stream go.
Against her will, forced on by the pressure in her lower belly, Iris became more excited. She sighed, trembling under the slim boy. Her vagina molded tight around his young cock.
Bobby liked the glove soft heat that welded him to the pretty lady. He stroked her titties, watching the tips of her nipples rise and darken. He sucked one of them, rubbing his palm across the sides of the smooth mound.
Iris felt the hot connection of nerves. The sucking, caressing touches of Bobby's hand and mouth telegraphed little messages of lust down to her pussy. Her clitty was beginning to stand up.
At least he's not heavy and hairy like his father, Iris thought. I can breathe under him. And he's leaving that other hole alone.
They're both really cute. I wish there were some way to get them away from Rob. He's not a nice man at all. If only I'd realized before how cruel he could be! Even the first time, when he tied me up, I should have known.
Oh, Bobby moves nice. I like this. He's speeding up a little bit now. I wonder how soon it will be? He was really quick before.
I think I'm going to cum with him! I think I will! Oh, please God, let it keep on until I'm ready!
"Bobby," Iris cooed. "Oh, it feels so good! Please don't stop!"
"I'm gonna shoot off," Bobby warned. "I'm gonna go off any second!" He pumped vigorously in Iris' pussy. The tight ring at the mouth of her vagina milked at him, matching his strokes with gentle squeezes.
Iris wanted desperately to put her arms around the boy. He had quit sucking her nipple. His hands were on her ribs, rolling her skin up and down. His face was pillowed between her titties.
Iris felt the stiffening. His body was tensing. She threw her pussy up at him, then rocked back. Her pelvis moved like a flour sifter, trying to get the last dusty grain of feeling from his loins before he shot off and stopped the delightful plunging.
"Hramm, hmmm, hmmm!" Iris whimpered. Bobby's breath gusted on her sweaty skin, chilling her. Goosebumps sprang up. Her pussy needed only a few more seconds of thrusting motion.
Bobby went in with a jerk. The first gob of seed spurted into Iris' pussy. She whipped her ass upward, grinding her lovemound on his hairless belly.
"Oh, yesss!" she hissed. The boy's grunting was music. The flower of warmth in her pussy bloomed. She thought she could swallow him whole as the exquisite, fresh pleasure in her pelvis flowed through the rest of her body.
Iris cradled him, rocking as gently as a boat at anchor. The incoming swells of her orgasm carried them both away, slip-sliding down into tenderer sensuality by the second. Bobby's cock kept moving, led on by the erotic motions of her hips.
Long seconds of pleasant warmth tapered off slowly. Iris was just starting to unwind from the mild, lovely peak when Danny burst in.
Inert, her head turned toward the door, Iris smiled at the younger boy. Even the full need in her bladder didn't matter now. Iris let her eyes flutter closed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Bobby!" the younger boy hissed. "Mom's home! She's coming up the walk right now!"
Iris looked at Danny, astonished. How did Dawn get away from Earl? She didn't have any clothes at all-she wouldn't come home naked, would she?
Bobby pulled his still-hard prick out of Iris. He jumped off the bed. "She ain't! I'll kick your ass if you're lyin'!"
"Honest, Bobby! That man's with her-the fat guy we left her with!"
Iris struggled. "Let me loose, Danny!" She looked at the older boy, adding, "You said you might let me go after, Bobby!"
Bobby shook his head. "Nunh-uh. Dad wants you to stay right there. Don't touch her, Danny!" He looked around the room. "We better get out of here! We're s'posed to be at school!"
Danny looked at Iris. The pleading woman looked up at him, her neck twisted awkwardly. The boy hesitated, then turned to leave.
"Please!" Iris moaned. "Don't leave me here like this!"
The door opened downstairs. "Rob? Are you here?" Dawn called. She started up the stairs, Earl right behind her. "Bobby? Danny?"
The boys froze. Bobby pulled up his pants. "Shit! Now we're really gonna get it!"
Dawn opened the door. The voluptuous blonde woman stopped, staring.
"What the hell's going on here?" she asked, a second before Earl came in behind her.
"I've been tryin' to call your place all night," Earl said. "What happened to you?"
Iris burst into tears. "I-I-I don't know," she blubbered. "I thought Rob was going to be nice to me!"
Dawn, clad only in a loose-fitting shift, came over to the bed. She undipped the leather straps from the chains on Iris' arms. "There, honey," she said, gathering Iris in her arms. "I coulda told you!" Dawn's breasts pillowed the sobbing, shaking Iris.
Earl knelt at the foot of the bed. He undid the anklets. "After Dawn fell asleep, I tried to find out what happened to you," he explained. "I went by your apartment this mornin', but you weren't there."
Dawn cuddled Iris. The boys started to sneak out the door, but their busty mother stopped them with a glance. "I figured that bastard would try something like this," she said, rocking Iris to and fro. "He about knocked the crap out of Sarah."
Iris sniffled, pulling her head up. She looked from Earl to Dawn. "He-he wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom," she sniffled. "It was terrible!"
Earl looked at his watch. "Do you think we should call the cops?" he asked. He looked at the ugly bruises around Iris' ankles, then shot his eyes away.
Iris pulled back from Dawn. "Don't, please. Mr. Bridges. I'd be in so much trouble!"
"Don't worry about that," Dawn reassured her. "Nobody'd believe you were molesting my boys. I know you just fell for that snake I married-I don't hold it against you, and Earl sure doesn't."
Earl looked tenderly at the massive blonde mother. "No, I don't. Dawn and I get along real well. I don't think Rob should go loose, though."
Iris gulped. To think that Rob had taken her in, and that she'd been so willing to believe him! The young woman didn't know what to say. "B-but what could they do about him?"
"Aw, to hell with him! Earl says the boys and I can live with him. I've been looking for a way to get loose from him since the first year we were married!" Dawn said. "Why don't you get yourself cleaned up and we'll all take off?"
Iris nodded and tried to stand up. Earl caught her as she staggered. Her feet didn't want to work right. "Thank you," Iris muttered. "I really feel dumb. I can't even walk!" Iris tried to pull the filmy peignoir tight around herself, but gave it up. Everybody in the room had not only seen her naked, they all had taken the lewdest intimacies imaginable with her.
Now what am I going to do? Iris wondered as she stumbled into the bathroom. I don't have a fianc� anymore, Dawn's going to live with Earl, and Rob's just no good at all! Why did I ever get tied up in this mess? Damn those boys!
Iris tottered back out into the hall. The threatening low tones of Dawn trickled into her ears. The big blonde was chewing out Bobby and Danny.
Dawn stopped when Iris came into the room "You look awful tired, honey," she said. "It's gonna take a while before Earl and I are ready. Why don't you just take a nice long bath?"
Iris nodded. The warm water would feel good. She smelled the miasma of long, sweaty fucking clinging to her skin. The slender letter carrier drew a bath and soaked.
Earl tapped politely on the door, then entered. "I talked to a lawyer." Iris looked quizzically at him. He'd pronounced it "liar."
"He told me it'd be a real mess to get Rob arrested, but Dawn could divorce him for just about any reason by now." Earl looked away, then back at Iris. "Uh, anyhow, you still gotta worry about him, Rob, I mean."
Iris' spirits sank. She'd hoped for some magical answer to get the man out of her topsy-turvy life. She looked down at her pussy. A sticky-looking cloud of muck trailed off her cuntal hairs, smirching the water. "Yes? So what else is new?" She looked up at Earl again. "I figured he'd be after me if I got loose. That and the boys really bothers me."
"I don't know if you'll wanna do it," Earl evaded, "but I'm takin' leave from the station."
"I should go off with you?" Iris asked, disbelieving. "What about Dawn and the boys? What would happen to them?"
Earl knelt next to the tub, not looking at the satiny, waterspotted woman. "No. I ... I gotta move, too. Dawn says it's okay with her if you live with all of us. Would you like that, Iris? I mean, you are an awful sweet girl," he said. "With both of us on leave, we could find a place twice as fast."
"I don't see how that would help keep Rob away," Iris muttered. She thought about the fresh, smooth skinned bodies of Bobby and Danny. Maybe there's still a chance to bring them up right, once we get them away from their horrible father. I wonder if Dawn would help keep them from masturbating?
Earl was still talking. "I mean, you girls would have a lot of time together. Either one of you could wear me to a frazzle. All we gotta do is have Dawn file for divorce, then Rob can't even come around her. If you're living with us, he can't come near you, neither. What do you think?" He looked hopefully at the slim blonde, running his eyes from those marvelous conical breasts to her golden pussy, then up to her solemn face.
Iris turned her head toward Earl. She picked up the bar of soap and held it between her titties. Sliding down in the tub she opened her legs and smiled. "It sounds wonderful to me."
Epilogue Exactly one year after she'd first seen the two naked boys masturbating in the hedged yard, Iris Coit walked past the big old house. A moving van stood out front, with men walking in and out. Iris smiled, knowing that Rob had finally left the state, after a week in jail for bothering Dawn just before the divorce was granted. A new family was moving in.
Iris didn't feel the urge to check the yard or talk to the moving men. Whether there were young boys there or not, she had no inclination to save them from the evil habit of self-abuse.
Look at all the trouble that got me in last time, she thought. My God! Rob could have killed me, and nobody would have known except Dawn. I'm so glad Earl cared enough to come to the house with her!
A car drove up. Iris bent her head to sort the handful of mail she carried. The family in the dusty sedan looked up at the tall house. A man, totally average in every way, held the door for a lovely redhaired woman. Three young boys, about six years old, cascaded out behind the redhead.
Now, Iris! You have anything you want at home! Bobby and Danny are just learning how to make love for a long, delicious time, and Dawn's always happy to sleep with me.
It is awfully nice when Dawn and I curl up around Earl. I'm sure even he didn't know he had so much stamina left. Iris giggled to herself, thinking of the lusty circles that formed and re-formed in the household. She looked up again from the handful of mail.
But even so. . .Triplets???
The address burned into her memory, Iris walked on.
