Violently he stripped her bra off and feasted savagely on her huge, supple breasts.
God, but he is an animal, she thought, leaning back on the bed and enjoying the savage, intense pain of his teeth and hands on her breasts. He's a sexual animal, and I love it.
"Oh, you're really flying tonight, daddy," she moaned, pulling his teeth and lips harder against her breasts. "It's gonna be a good one!"
He kept his attention on her breasts before the need for something more consuming pulled him away from her. He undressed, fast, pulled her to her feet. He stripped the dress and clothing from her body, until she was as naked as himself.
CHAPTER ONE
"That's IT, DADDY!" she screamed, as she hunched her cunt up to meet the onslaught of his cock. "Harder, Daddy, harder ... don't stop fucking me until I come a million times!"
Russell Burton, forty-one, one hundred and ninety pounds of youthful, athletic flesh and bone, slammed down hard. Again and again he brutally buried his cock in the writhing form of the beautiful young girl beneath him.
"You like it, daddy? You like little Rusty's pussy?"
"Shut up," he growled, and lifted her legs by the ankles until she was practically bent double. When she would bend no more, the big man re-activated his hips and felt his balls once again slam against the crack of her ass as he pumped his cock into her pussy to the root.
She groaned happily, giggling, clawing with her sharp, red nails along the taut flesh of his buttocks. Again and again she dug into him until she could feel the skin break under her cruel, cutting scrapes.
He pounded her even harder, as if he could shove his whole ass into her cunt and thereby escape the pain she was creating in his flesh.
"That's it, daddy, you handsome old bastard," she hissed at him. "Get rough ... get real rough!"
A beefy hand released her leg and slapped her soundly across her baby face. She laughed. He slapped her again, sending another wave of pleasure through her.
Rusty Case enjoyed pain during sex; the more pain, the more pleasure. She enjoyed giving it and getting it. For that reason, her boss, Russell Burton, was an ideal lover. When the big man fucked, he fucked only with his body. His mind became a dull blob in his head that only registered the amount of sensuality that came from the fusion of his body with that of a woman.
"Oh, you love it, don't you, daddy? You love little Rusty's red-haired pussy, don't you?"
He slapped her again, and her eyes glazed with lust. She breathed deeply, making her huge breasts rise towards him. They danced in ripples on her chest as she heaved her ample hips up to meet each new thrust of his cock. It seemed that every movement of her restless body rippled through the rich swells of her breasts.
"I like it ... oh God, I love it," she crooned to herself. "I'm glad you're big, I'm glad you can hurt me with your cock!" He was big, much larger than a normal man. And his cock was a powerhouse of passion as it skewered her cunt.
While his ass rose and fell, she tossed herself around, thrilled by the friction on her cuntal walls. When he started riding her even faster, she convulsed. He pressed his face against her breasts, gripped her writhing ass cheeks, and stabbed her like his cock was a knife, and he was a murderer.
Rusty shivered and pumped up harder, rolling her hips in a circular motion to ring the cock that gave her so much pleasure and pain.
She tensed her muscles, tightening her inner walls around his meat. She felt the hot spurts of his cum and she rose up, carrying him with her.
"Again...." she said. "I want it again, right away! Don't stop!"
"Don't worry, baby," Russ said. "I'm granite."
"That's it ... that's it! Oh, fuck me ... fuck, fuck, fuck me! OHHHH, DADDY ... FUCK MY CUNT!"
He smiled down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming faster and longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The channel of her cunt was tight but moist and slick. It gave off a musky odor that filled his mind with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm and squeezing with the full force of his hands. She moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his cock. Her hard little clit was getting the full benefit of his long, throbbing staff.
"I love it!" she screamed into his ear. "I love that cock ramming home. Don't stop ... go ... GO!"
He worked one hand farther under her bouncing ass and managed to shove one finger, and then two, into her cunt, thus increasing the pressure on her erect clit.
"I love it too, honey," he moaned. "My cock is loving your sweet pussy."
Her hips pumped even faster, matching his pace and rhythm. He was aware of every inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen cock. He spread his legs so that he could drive her down even harder.
Rusty's legs were now draped around his back, her heels digging into his hard, lean buttocks. The sounds that filled the room were animal. Two animals in heat, pounding away at each other's flesh, seeking release. He could feel it coming. Starting at the base of his spine, building, and rising toward his lengthy cock.
"Oh, fill me up, fill me up ... full!" she shrieked, her body suddenly a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
He was there.
She was there.
They were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Rusty's cunt pulsated and throbbed. He could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her own hot juices over his spurting prick. Her cunt was sopping wet and getting wetter as he poured stream after stream of white hot liquid into her.
Her moans and cries of pleasure only served to quicken the result. Again and again they came, spasm after spasm rocking their bodies.
A convulsive sob broke from Rusty's full, pouty lips as she felt his hands tangle in the long length of her red hair. He crumpled the strands in his thick fingers as the last surge of his come caused a groan to erupt from his barrel chest.
At last, Rusty's legs collapsed as he slumped onto her heaving body, his head buried between her breasts. His cock still throbbed in her young, wet cunt. He pulled it out slowly, moved upward until he could feel her soft belly against his cock, and began to lazily rub their mixture of love juices together as their bodies relaxed.
She lifted his head and smiled coyly at him. "Again?"
"Jesus," he groaned, and rolled off of her. He lay on his back, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling.
Hanging her legs over the side of the motel room bed, Rusty extracted a cigarette from a pack on the night stand. If he could have seen her face just then, he would have wondered about her. She looked as though she had just finished her Christmas shopping, or put out the cat for the night, instead of fucking his brains out.
"You were good, daddy," she laughed, poking the cigarette in her mouth, striking a match on the night stand. She dragged deep, turned and looked at the man next to her.
Russell Burton was in good shape for a man his age. His muscles weren't as hard as they must have been in his youth, but still solid enough. A little bulge had softened his stomach, and his face had broken veins showing. But there was strength in his arms, in his large hands. The once black shock of hair was greyed at the temples, but otherwise thick and wavy. His face and neck were the only things which really showed age. He had a thick face, darkened to a reddish hue from too many drinks, too many convention orgies, too many motel stops like this one. Sagging jowls gave him a bull-dog look that was accented by a thick neck. But his body; that was all that counted.
He wasn't the best lover she'd had; but he was good. Especially considering his age.
Forty-one was old to Rusty. She was just twenty. Burton was old enough to be her father. His son, Marty, was twenty-one and old enough to be her lover.
"You're a crazy woman," Burton growled. "You know that?"
Rusty laughed and patted the matted hair on his huge chest. Her fingers curled, scraped over the breast muscles, digging deep.
He jerked up. "You little bitch!" he cursed, slamming his hand across her face, hard, almost knocking her off the bed.
She laughed, stood, wiggled her cute little ass at him. "Go ahead, daddy, hit it, if you want."
He sighed, flung his legs over the bed, and went to his clothing, which was a bundled heap on the only chair in the room. He searched around until he found a large cigar. He lighted it while watching her.
"Rusty, I don't understand you. I never have," he said gruffly.
"What's there to understand, daddy?" she said, bowing daintily, crushing out the half-finished cigarette.
She lit another, nervously, scratching at a burn streak on the nightstand.
"You shouldn't do that."
"Shut up, daddy ... I don't like to be told what to do!" she snapped. , "Don't call me that."
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she chanted in a childish voice. "Come on, daddy, daddy, what's you gonna do, hit me again? You gonna hit me again?"
She wiggled over to him, her wonderfully shaped breasts bouncing. Rolling her hips against his, she tickled her fingers under his chin, pouting, her lips dimpling at the corners.
"You bitch!" he hissed, pushing her lightly away. He sat down on the bed, studying his cigar. "I sometimes wonder why I put up with you."
"I'll tell you why," she said, coyly standing in front-of him, her smooth belly only a few inches from his face. "Because you hate your wife, and you take it out on my body. We match pretty good, don't we, daddy?"
He sighed heavily, his chest heaving in the effort, cigar smoke jetting onto her stomach and blossoming out against the rounded flesh, disappearing as it circled her creamy sides.
"My wife has nothing to do with it."
"You're a fink, daddy. You should know that. Your wife cooled you so long ago you don't even know what it's like to make love to her. So, you pick ... willing secretaries. Right?"
He was thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "Yes ... maybe." Then, half to himself, said, "I remember what it was like making love to Jessie. I can never forget that. She just lies there like a dead fish, looking up at me, waiting for it to finish, her lips drawn tight into rigid lines, her eyes lifeless. God ... I'll never forget!"
"Why didn't you dump her?" Rusty said, playing with the cigarette in her hand, wondering what he would do if she put it out on his nose. The thought intrigued her.
"Because of Marty ... and other things. People just keep living one day after another, things happen ... and, well, I guess we've learned to accept our marriage ... our lives."
"What do you mean?" Rusty asked, not really caring.
"She has hers, and I have mine. She doesn't get in the way of my life ... I keep out of hers. She takes care of the house, and she's a good hostess for business parties. In return, she gets supported in a way which wouldn't be possible if we divorced. Oh, she could take me to the cleaners with what she knows about me ... but she wouldn't." Russell took a long drag on the big cigar, smoke curling around his head. "Once I wanted a divorce, a long time ago. We talked about it, very coldly, like everything else we did together, and decided it was better to stay together."
The impulse was too great and the cigarette almost down to a butt. .
Her hand went out, and her throat erupted in delighted laughter as the man leaped back, yelling in pain.
She stood in front of him, shaking from laughter, shaking from the good, exciting thrill it had given her.
His nose was red, with black ash peppering the burn.
Then he leaped at her, his hand slapping out so hard that she slammed back, hitting the desk against the wall. For a moment, a darkness spun around her head and Rusty was afraid it wouldn't clear away. When his hand hit her again, she slumped to the floor at his feet, trembling. She hugged her arms around him, her white teeth clamped on his leg. Then she felt herself lifted upwards, as his leg raised, pushing her away.
Rusty fell on her back, then popped up, glaring at him. Her eyes were bubbling, fiery.
Her body ached delightfully where Russell had hurt her.
He stood there, high above her head, panting, his fists doubled up at his sides. For a long time neither of them moved. Finally he stepped back.
"You shouldn't have done that, Rusty," he murmured, collapsing on the bed again. "I ... wouldn't have ... shouldn't have hit you...."
She sprang to her feet, mocking him with her smile, with her eyes. "What's wrong, daddy? You know you like it ... you like to hit me. So stop beefing, and give me something good." She slipped down onto his lap, sliding her arms around his neck. "I ... need it ... now!" she moaned, softly caressing his ear with her lips. Then she pulled the lobe between her teeth, biting hard.
He swung her around on the bed, flat on her stomach. His hand slapped at the round, tight mounds of her ass, sending ecstatic pleasure coursing through her. The heavy hand slapped down again and again, each time harder, each time making her quiver, sending her fingers deep into the mussed blankets and sheets below her, until the nails were ripping into the white sheets. Her head pounded against the bed, her lips uttered low animal sounds, her teeth bit into cloth.
She threw her head from side to side, sending her rich, red mane of hair flying as he continued to slap her. Her eyes opened and the grin on her full lips became a leer as she saw that his cock was again hard and ready.
"Fuck me ... fuck me again, daddy!" she hissed.
Her eyes gleamed like her body. Her lusty instincts came to the surface. She spread her legs. Burton gasped as he saw her pink, wet cunt reaching up to him. Jesus, she's beautiful, he thought. He wanted her in spite of himself.
He moved close to her, blocking out the light with his huge body. His enormous prick, fully erect, danced before her eyes, the round, heavily-ridged knob flaring deep red.
It was a magnificent shaft, she thought. Fat as the devil at the root and that roundness not at all diminishing at the tip. Absently, her fingers fondled her fur-covered cunt lips. His fingers replaced hers. Her scent was as musky and as intoxicating as that of a healthy animal.
"Come to me," she whispered.
He planted a trail of kisses along her tensed thighs, her belly, her aching ribs, her arms, awakening the nerve ends, expertly heightening her pleasure, preparing for the moment when he would drive his shaft through her sweet, open cunt lips.
Her hands stroked his erection. She knew its size, but the hardness caused her to gasp. It was large, rigid, yet malleable. Cushioned on her warm stomach, he gathered his breath, reared up and plunged down, deep down.
The joining was smooth. Rusty's long, lush body bucked under his like mad, and it made his prick harden even more.
He ground her huge tits in his hands. "You like 'em, daddy? You like my tits?"
"I love 'em, baby," he growled.
His prick was an enormous, pulsing hunk of meat and muscle as he skewered her time and time again. She rose to meet him, feeling it pushing solidly into her cuntal opening, widening it, rubbing her to more desire and lust. It probed farther and farther into the hot, humid cavity of her cunt. Then their groins met, their bellies stuck, and they both fucked with joy and abandon.
He rose and fell, his cock driving her crazy. The shaft, now well lubricated, pulled out and penetrated again, becoming a fleshy auger, drilling her to ecstasy.
"Let me know when you're ready, baby," he whispered.
"I'm ready right now," she replied, "but I don't want to come yet. I want this one to last."
The slit was gaping, making his drives into her easier. She strained her legs, rising as he drove all the way in and, as their bodies smacked together, she flung herself harder against him.
Her orgasm was imminent. So was his.
"Come! Come! Come with me! I can't hold it back much longer!" he rasped.
"No!" she shouted. "I want to fuck all night!"
"We can't."
"Yes! Yes, oh, do it, screw me, fuck me harder, oh, shit ... dammit, I knew it ... I'm going to come!"
"Now?"
"Yes! Yes, oh, I can't hold back! Oh, dammit!"
"Then come. Don't fight it! Come!"
"Please don't move up and down so fast, please! Rest a little bit ... I want to make it last longer. Please!" she begged.
"Are you flowing? Huh, tell me!" he demanded.
"Yes! I can feel it starting! Oh, shit, it feels good ... your cock, my cunt!"
Her tits were rolling about in front of his face. It spurred his own passion. He leaned down, and his hungry mouth went sliding over the tantalizing flesh. His tongue speared down the shadowy cleft dividing the sumptuous globes. There was perfume there, the perfume of lust, and perspiration and bits of his previous cum. He sucked it all up eagerly.
"Beautiful tits," he groaned. "Beautiful!" He gripped her gigantic breasts and seemed to tear them from her body.
Rusty screamed.
He ignored her. He squeezed and squeezed until she cried. Tears trickled from her eyes; her body tossed about frantically, seeming to be without bones. He could smell the heat of her come rising from her sopping hole.
She came, in great searing waves.
Her tits heaved in cadence to her spasming, the opening and closing of her well-muscled thighs, the hammering of her ass, the arching of her back. As the last bit of her climax surged through her, she went into a final series of writhing contortions.
Russell shot with her, scalding the inner reaches of her pussy with his hot cum.
She lay back, her part of the fuck over. She let him knock himself out. He pumped out his cum, wildly lurching through his orgasm, pumping his heat along the quivering length of her cunt. She was nearly battered to unconsciousness before he quit. What a fucker he is, she thought.
Then he rolled off her, falling to the floor.
"Jesus, I think I'm dead," he moaned.
"No, you're not, daddy," she giggled. "You're just plain fucked out."
She lay there for a moment and then slowly slipped from the bed and went into the bathroom.
As she looked at herself in the mirror. Rusty grinned. Her face was vivid pink where he'd hit her. Turning, she studied her pert little ass and the large blood red marks where he had beaten it.
Humming happily, she stepped into the shower, turned on the water and shivered under the ice cold spray.
That old man is good, she thought, delighted.
It had taken time with Russell Burton. At first he had been like so many other men, after learning about her wanting to be beaten. But by the third outing with him, at the convention, like the one they were now coming back from, he'd been drunk enough and she'd teased him enough to bring out the latent brutality which had been pent up inside him so long.
Old man Burton, her boss. Damned good.
She rubbed her breasts, enjoyed the thrill of touching herself. She fingered her nipples until they were ruby red, stiff and erect. Then her hands fell away and she delighted in the denied pleasure which ebbed through her.
It was nice touching breasts. She liked breasts, her own, and other women's.
Oh, it felt nice with a woman, she thought. That was good, too.
Women ... and men, like Russell Burton.
CHAPTER TWO
Across town from the motel where his father was fucking his secretary, Marty Burton was trying futilely to hold back his lust in the back seat of his car. The object of that lust was his steady girl friend, Janice Ryerson.
"No ... Marty, we can't," she whined. "Not right here in my folks' driveway!"
"That's what you say every night we're alone together, dammit."
"Marty, please ... I love you ... but...."
"Yeah, I know ... let's wait."
"Yes." She turned away from him in the seat. "You've got to remember, Marty, I'm only seventeen and just out of high school. You've been in the service, and you've probably ... well, been with girls. I just want to go a little slower than you do, that's all."
"But, Janice, we love each other. You do love me, don't you?"
"Of course I love you ... but...."
"But you don't want to fuck me!"
"Marty, don't talk like that ... please."
He sat in the seat beside her, smoking, trying to control the fires that burned in his belly. So she was only seventeen, so what?
He had screwed a lot of seventeen year olds. Of course, none of them was like Janice Ryerson; she was special, very special.
Marty had dated a lot of girls and had already had his share of sex. But no one had really touched his emotions until Janice.
He fell in love with the young girl immediately. He loved the soft shape of her large, firm breasts, the promise of fire in her hips, and the passion he detected in her eyes.
Janice was young, innocent, and wonderful. He loved her very much, but he also wanted to fuck her.
Now, sitting beside her lush figure, her scented, olive skin, and her dark silken hair, the weeks of frustration had gotten to him.
Janice was also thinking about sex. At the end of every date, the front seat of Marty's car had become a hotbed of passion, and the young girl didn't know how much longer she could hold out.
She hoped that someday soon she would marry Marty, and she was afraid that if she let him fuck her first, he wouldn't marry her.
He threw his cigarette out the window and turned to her again. She slid into his arms. They kissed, tenderly at first, and then more passionately. He edged his hand into the top of her blouse and fondled the bulging globe of her right breast.
Then they were on the seat, their bodies pressed tightly together. He nibbled at her eyelids, her nose, and then his lips touched hers and they kissed again, longingly, hungrily.
She made no move to stop him as he opened the clasp in her bra. She wanted to believe that just going that far was all right.
Then came the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, naked flesh of her full, young breasts, and suddenly it was different ... more exciting, yet more frightening, too. Now she had no cloth to shroud the mystery of her heaving tits.
His pinching of her slowly hardening nipples caused her to gasp and moan. She had not caught his other hand as it taunted teasingly at her flat, smooth tummy, moving always downward over those sensitive areas to the insides of her quivering young thighs.
Then, smoothly and unhesitatingly, it snaked straight under the elastic waistband of her thin nylon panties to the moistly pulsating lips of her virginal young cunt.
A dryness clutched at her throat. She was losing her head entirely. She knew the wildly satisfying sensations she could cause in herself by touching there. It was a frightening thought. To think what she might be reduced to doing if anyone else, especially Marty, touched her there!
He tenderly massaged her budding clitoris and then teased his middle finger slowly into the seething little passage up between her legs. His tongue had mingled with hers, enjoying the combined saliva as they ground hard against each other, her inexperienced flesh responding as it never had before. An electricity was building between them.
Suddenly, her body took over from her mind. It was as if she had become a total slave to the throbbing between her soaking thighs. She found herself sucking wildly on his tongue. It was as if she wanted to devour him.
A low moan came from her throat as she felt his fingers working their way deeper into her quivering pussy. Slowly, her own hands went down along the hardness of his chest, hesitatingly at first along its smooth, muscular surface. Then her trembling fingers had edged along faster, pausing at the flatness of his hips. Slowly they moved forward and she was grasping the rigidly throbbing flesh of his cock through his pants.
He moaned low and lustily in his throat when he felt her hand go into his crotch and wrap around his rigid cock. It was all he could do to hold back the flow of his hot fluids into her warm, soft hand. He tried to force his prick between her legs and their bodies closer together.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of his hand's soft but eager attention to the trembling walls of her aroused cunt, Janice brought her own hands up to his shoulders to force him away. Something had snapped within her brain and she made the big effort, stopping him on the edge of what they both wanted so badly.
"No ... no, we can't."
"Shit," he hissed, and started the car.
"Marty ... I love you."
"What's the use," he replied, gunning the motor and popping the machine into reverse. "You're just a frustrated prude...."
"Frustrated?" she stormed. "You're the one that's frustrated! I know exactly where I'm going ... what I'm doing. You're the one who's trying to find himself. Me ... frustrated? Oh, you ... man!"
"I love you, dammit," he said, his eyes straight ahead.
"You have one hell of a way of showing
"Look, Janice. I love you. And I can't go on like this."
"Then why don't we stop playing around and get married?"
"You know why."
"I know what you say. Your father runs one of the biggest auto agencies in the country, but you won't work for him. Why? ... because you think you're going to be some hotshot Gran Prix driver! Well, if you keep up like this, you'll be nothing but what you are ... a mechanic in a second-rate garage!"
His face burned. "Good night, Janice."
"When will you grow up?" she countered in a high-pitched voice.
"I said, good night."
She bolted from the car and, as she ran toward the house, Marty screeched backward out of the driveway. He slammed into drive gear and ten minutes later pulled up in front of the apartment house he had moved into after his last argument with his father.
It had been over his father's treatment of his mother, and over the fact that Marty wanted to race instead of going into his father's business; a business his father had built up with guts, sweat, and blood.
His parents' family life had never been a loving one. His father and mother were silent enemies who lived together because it was easier that way. His father lived his life; and his mother lived her life of women's clubs, social activities which became a woman in her social position as wife of a successful businessman. It was a cold life, without any affection, except for their son. He'd been pulled by both of them, and had learned to live with it, ignoring each in his own way.
He sat in the car for a few moments, brooding and smoking. A cab pulled up to the space in front of his and a tall, leggy redhead got out and entered the apartment house.
It was Heather Paley.
A couple of months before, Heather had moved into the apartment across the hall from him. Her parties, her flirting, had annoyed Marty because of the lack of sexual release between himself and Janice.
For weeks the tension had been building up. The sight of her, a tall, green-eyed beauty with a figure to match, and the agony of wanting Janice, was suddenly more than Marty could handle.
He entered the apartment house and took the elevator to his floor. Walking down the hall and then down the steps, he found his own apartment. He hesitated at the door, looking across the hall to where Heather lived. She'd flirted enough. She'd made it quite obvious that she liked men, a lot of them, and enjoyed wide open, casual affairs.
What a temptation she had been during these past weeks. Now, he wondered if maybe....
He crossed the hall and rang the bell.
"Well, hello there." She had changed fast, into a negligee that failed to hide a single curve or shadow in her big body. The way she had said the words made Marty feel like a little boy. Even though she was only a couple of years older than he, Marty knew just by looking at her, that here stood more woman than he had ever had before.
Heather smiled. She was even younger at close range, scarcely in her twenties, he thought. She wore very little make-up, her only concession to fashion being carefully pencilled eye-liner. Her face was luscious, inviting, and she had the sweetest pair of lips he had ever seen; they pushed forward in a kind of perpetual pout, as if she was constantly begging to be kissed. It gave her a sulky little-girl look that was belied by the far-from-innocent appraisal in her clear green eyes.
"I ... uh, saw your light...."
"Sure you did. Come on in." Marty stumbled as he followed her into the room and pushed the door closed behind him. "Drink?"
"Sure."
She filled two glasses and joined him on a mile-long sofa. "I hope you like Scotch."
"Fine."
"I was wondering when you'd take my invitation," she said, her eyes dancing above the rim of her glass.
"Invitation?" he gulped.
"Let's not be coy," she said, the lips pouting again. "You have a fight with your little girl friend?"
Marty could only nod dumbly.
His eyes were working again. There were deep, erotic lines around her kissable lips that strongly suggested what she could perform with them. In fact, her entire body radiated eroticism. Her full, shapely breasts spread over her chest, braless in the negligee. He could see the dark, voluptuous roundness of her large aureoles beneath the filmy material.
From the perfect roundness at the sides of her breasts, her body tapered into a narrow waistline, flaring hips, and a fleshy ass. Her legs were long and well-muscled. Marty imagined them winding around his hips and felt his cock getting hard.
After they had finished a drink and a few minutes of bullshit conversation, Heather came to the point.
"Darling, I really don't know why we're both sitting out here in the living room when the bedroom is only a few steps away. Excuse me."
She glided like a cat across the room, the cheeks of her ass poetry in motion as they disappeared through the door. Marty heard the rustle of clothing and then her voice calling him.
He moved like a zombie, but he moved.
As she lay there on the bed he could see why she was so much sought after as a piece of ass. Tall, with a beautiful oval face and expressive, candid eyes, she had an irresistible figure with huge breasts and slim legs.
She smiled up at him, knowing full well what her magnificent, naked body was doing to him.
"Well?" she sighed, and spread her legs wide, until a foot dangled over each side of the bed.
"You're beautiful," Marty gasped.
"Get your clothes off, lover ... I want to see you, feel you, suck you...."
She was still going on verbally about what she wanted to do to him when he slid his naked body into the bed beside her. "Owwwwww," she groaned, as she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his rigid cock. "You're going to be good ... I know it...."
He folded the lushness of her willing, supple body into his. His lips locked onto hers in a passionate, searching kiss, the fires of desire growing wild in their loins.
They broke the kiss and she moved above him. Her breasts hung like melons, sweet, rigid with firmness. Her narrow waist promised to be agile and the blossom of her hips left no question that all the mysteries of womanhood were contained in the thick, auburn bush that lay dripping between her thighs.
Marty shivered with lust as she moved down his body, trailing her erect nipples across his flesh. She enclosed both hands around his throbbing cock with a glow of supreme passion in her eyes.
Marty watched with saucer-like eyes as her head descended. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Then the delicate ring of red lips closed over the head, and with a gentle sucking sound, she worked it around and around in her warm mouth.
In seconds, his already erect prick stood even straighter, stiffer. The head throbbed and oozed his juices.
"You like that, lover?"
"Oh, God...."
"Then you'll love this."
She lowered herself to her knees between his legs and took the whole head of his prick into her mouth. The twin erections of her dark nipples poked at his surging thighs. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and then, just once, she lowered her long, slender neck completely and took the entire length of his cock deep into her throat.
"Oh, shit," Marty groaned. "Be careful ... damn, I'll shoot off right in your mouth. Let me ... let me put it in you!"
Heather pulled her beautiful face from his cock and threw herself onto her back beside him. She snapped her heels up tight against her buttocks and spread her legs.
"Jesus," he moaned as he stared down at her.
The gleaming pinkness of her cunt, oozing the juices of her passion, spread wide before his ogling eyes.
He lifted his head to look down at her face. His weight was light on her naked, squirming body.
Her eyes were narrowed, as if she were some kind of lusting animal rather than a human female. Her flesh was rippling with desire.
With a quick movement, she reached down between their bellies and grabbed the hard, pulsating length of his prick with her hand. Her fingers locked around the lust-swollen shaft and aimed it perfectly, fitting it deftly to the shimmering entrance to her clasping cunt.
She shivered at the feel of its touch against her naked, hungry cunt.
The blood-filled, engorged head of his prick brushed between her pussy lips, parting the curling pubic hair and entering with a wet, sucking sound as she ravenously pulled him into her.
"Oh, yes, baby ... yes, yes, yes, it's in me ... it's in real good, lover ... push, shove, push it hard, now, now, NOW! FUCK ME!"
Marty obliged eagerly and shoved his cock to the hard hilt into her crazed cunt.
Heather went immediately insane with the joy of it, writhing and bucking her ass up over his cock.
"Easy ... easy, baby!" Marty gasped. "Jesus, I'm gonna come like a fucking house afire if you keep that up!"
"So am I!" she gasped, pounding even harder.
"Easy...."
"Fuck you! Cock me ... just shut up and cock me good! Fuck, don't talk. ... FUCK!"
He couldn't hold it back. Her fury was just too much for his balls to take. He came in great floods and her cunt milked him.
But still she was far from satisfied. She flipped her body over on top of his and started the whole process over again.
"Christ," Marty groaned.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she chanted.
She was on her haunches above him now, with one knee on either side of his hips. She sat bolt upright, with her hands on his chest to steady her movements.
He was only half hard, but the sight of her beautiful thighs spread wide over his cock and her swaying tits dancing before his eyes and slapping the sides of his face, quickly brought him to a state of unabated lust.
She grasped his cock cruelly and pulled it to her. She jiggled forward and one of her breasts thrust itself wildly into his gasping mouth. Up came her hips to a poised position above his cock. She rocked from side to side and scalding juices from her pussy streamed over the shaft of his prick.
She's crazy, Marty thought, staring up into her crazed, sweating face.
Gradually her undulations took her downward, until the underside of his prick was trapped along the furrow of her cunt and she could run it up and down her pussy, and jam her pelvic bone hard against it.
She scooted her knees forward to the base of his chest and applied more and more pressure until it almost became painful.
She ground and pumped her crotch into the probing hardness of his cock. A devious, sensuous smile creased her face.
She thrust forward with bone-jarring snaps of her pelvis.
She dropped herself on his cock. It disappeared far up into the dark, rippling flesh of her squirming cunt.
Marty scissored upward, offering all the cock he had into her burning hole.
"Yes," she sighed. "That's the way to shove it into my fuck hole!"
With a light tug on his hands, she lifted her body, did a quick twist of her cunt on its head, and dropped back down with a slurping sound. Once again reaming herself on his up-raised prick, she squealed with delight. Then again and again shesent her ass into the air, only to come down again with even more force on his driving staff.
Then she growled and leaned back as far as she could, twisting his hammering cock in the process.
"Good ... ohhhh, baby, that's too good to be true!" she cried, nearly twisting his prick from his body with her wild, lusting vibrations.
In a frenzy of squirming and thrashing, she drew her knees back below his waist and brought the trembling weight of her tits back down to his chest as she mercilessly continued to writhe and buck her cunt against the long, painful hardness of his cock.
In the middle of this wild, vibrating pelvic attack, she froze in mid-air, gasping, sobbing, and coming in a great flow that flooded over his pelvis and balls. His pubic hair became matted with the scalding flow of her sweet juices.
And then it was again his time.
With one last, desperate rise and fall of her haunches, she tripped the lever at the base of his cock and in his balls. Great globs of hot, white, sticky fuck liquid flew from the throbbing head of his wrenched prick and soaked the far reaches of her heated, sucking cunt.
Her vagina milked and milked at his cock until he cried out for her to stop. At last they lay perfectly still. Both their bodies were sweat-soaked from their efforts. Then he rolled from her body.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm done," he gasped.
"Oh, no, you're not, baby. Not by a long shot," she said, her hands working at the entrance to her pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
Rusty worked the soap into all parts of her body, letting the sting it caused in the cuts and welts burn clear through the walls of her pussy to her nipples. Her mind was at peace for a while. Russell had loved her good, and that kind of loving always brought back memories of her other lovers.
"Hey ... you gonna be in there all night?" Russell called from the bed.
"Why?"
"I gotta go pretty soon."
She laughed. "And you want one more quick one before we split, right, daddy?" There was no answer. "Ashamed to admit how much you want little Rusty's pussy, daddy?" Still there was no answer. She laughed again, louder. "I'll be there in a minute, daddy, as soon as I get it nice and clean for you!"
Russell Burton was no different than most men Rusty had met in her young life; they all had wanted her pussy.
Again her thoughts drifted over the long lists of her lovers, the sexual adventures she had piled into the seven years since her thirteenth birthday.
She had developed young, and a wild, strange need had driven her body right from the beginning. She had prided herself on that body, worn tight blouses, tight skirts, and even at the age of thirteen, Rusty had been a mature, full-figured woman.
One month past her thirteenth birthday, Rusty was still a virgin, not because she hadn't offered, but because the boys she knew were afraid to take.
Then, one hot summer evening, she'd been walking down a little traveled side street of the small, mid-western town where she had been born and raised. A car pulled up beside her and a blond, handsome man in his early thirties leaned out.
"You need a ride, honey?"
The way he admired her breasts thrilled Rusty. Impulsively, even though she was only a couple of blocks from home, she got into the car.
"Where you headed?"
"Home."
"Where's that?"
Rusty turned and gave him a flashing smile. "Outside of town, about three miles out the old Mill Road."
He returned the smile knowingly. "I just happen to be goin' that way."
The man was hardly able to keep his eyes on the road. As they slowly drove out of town, she moved over closer to him. This was a stranger, a man whom she'd never seen before and probably would never see again. She pressed her soft, youthful breasts against his arm and the man turned so fast that she was almost knocked to the other side of the car.
"What you after, honey?" he asked her.
She laughed, flirting with her eyes. Then she told him she had lied about living outside town. He got the message, found a lonely road and parked.
His hands and body were all over her in the front seat of the car. Somehow, he got her sweater off and then her bra.
"Jesus Christ," he growled, "what a set of tits!"
He kneaded one breast with his hand and devoured the nipple of the other with his mouth.
"Ouch! Take it easy ... your teeth ... they hurt!"
"C'mon." He pulled her from the car and found a soft, grassy place under a tree.
Rusty was a little frightened, but she was also excited. That excitement grew as she watched him drop his pants and reveal the huge, veined staff of his throbbing prick.
"Are ... are you gonna fuck me?"
"You better believe I am," he gasped. "Take your panties off ... leave the skirt ... I don't give a shit about that."
She kept staring at his hand moving back and forth on his rigid tool as she slipped her panties off and dropped them on the grass.
"Oh, shit, sweet young pussy," he growled. "Boy, honey, does my peter want some of you. Lie down!"
"You won't hurt me, will you?"
He sensed her sudden fear and the tension in her body, but she nodded and slipped to her knees. He twirled, still in his clothes, and fell to the ground on his back. Gingerly, he grabbed her by the hips and picked her up. She straightened and tensed her legs as she spread them.
Rusty was hot and ready. Her juices dripped from her tiny hole onto the head of his gleaming prick.
"Reach under you and put my cock there, put it right where I can fuck you with it," he commanded.
She did as he asked, her eyes wide as she saw the huge muscle in her hand, its head swelling with blood in anticipation.
She rubbed the swollen cockhead back and forth from her clitoris to her asshole. Then she wriggled her hips until the pricktip-was nestled inside her lips, its swelling, throbbing folds palpitating against the stiff rod.
"There," she groaned, half in fear, half in frenzied anticipation.
"Steady it, dammit, I want to dick you all ... all at once!" he shouted.
"I am, I am," she breathed.
"Then take it!" he yelled as he pulled her savagely down on him, burying his cock deeply in her tiny pussy.
"AAAARRRGGGGG!" she screamed as he impaled her to the balls.
He felt his prick tear her open and then his pubic hair meet hers.
"Oh, God!" she screamed, her voice full of pain. "It's too much! It's too much! I can't take it ... you're killing me! You're killing me with that damn big cock!"
"You've already got it," he breathed through clenched teeth, panting as he held her against him and surged up and down with his driving, hard tool, unmercifully burying it again and again in her soft, tight little hole.
"Please ... oh, please!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My God, I can feel it somewhere clear up inside my throat!"
Her cries fell on deaf ears. The sight of her young flesh bouncing up and down on his body mingled with the delightful torment her tight hole was giving his prick. Together, the two drove him onward to fuck into her little pussy even harder.
Slowly, the pain in her body turned to pleasure as her cunt opened itself for his tremendous male rod. Her body relaxed a little, and she began to match his rhythm, grinding herself against the hardness of his pelvic bone in sudden, uncontrolled passion.
The girl's breath came quickly, in sudden gasps, as she finally surrendered herself completely to the mountain of rock-hard cock flesh that seemed to be tearing her pussy in half.
"Yes ... go ahead!" she shrieked in complete abandon. "Tear me apart ... give it all to me!"
Again and again he fucked her with long, thrusting lunges.
She cried out again, her voice a long, rasping whine of pleasure-pain as she rolled and pushed in an attempt to swallow his huge rod in her own virgin cunt.
Deeper, ever deeper into her he went, his mind reeling, his breath fast and heavy. He fucked faster, determined to extinguish the burning sensation within him and unleash his boiling sperm in the body writhing above him.
Rusty surged with her hips, counterattacking his body with her own. She became more and more savage ... thrusting, bucking, demanding, begging. Her fingers dug into his legs, his butt, and even his belly as she demanded more and more of his pistoning cock.
"More ... more! Send me home with your cock! FUCK ME!"
Excitement welled even more in him as she screamed in rising passion. Her back arched, sending her tits outward from her body, the nipples suddenly turning a deep purple as they filled with her lusting blood.
"OOOOHHHH AGGGGHHHHHH! I love it! Oh, God, I love your cock!" she cried out again and again in an agony of desire.
Hearing her cries made him fuck even faster, made his strokes more savage in their intensity. Eagerly, his prick thrust and rooted inside the quivering walls of her cunt while she screamed, sobbed and cried for more, even more punishment from his rock-hard, ramming meat.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her back and forth against him. Their pelvic bones crushed against each other, with her' tortured clitoris crushed between them.
"There, there!" she cried. "More ... more of that! You've got my clit! Work on it ... work the shit out of it!"
She closed her eyes and panted in passionate heat. Faster and faster she went until, finally, she screamed and slammed herself down hard on him as the final spasm of exquisite release reverberated like a finely tuned violin throughout her body.
At the moment of release, he poured forth his own white hot sperm inside her convulsing hole.
"Me, too!" he shouted. "I'm coming, too! Suck my cock dry with your sweet pussy, baby!"
Again and again an enormous stream of jism spouted inside her cunt. He emptied his balls into her while a violent orgasm shook her, and her hunger gradually ebbed away into the realm of contentment.
They smiled at each other as she finally stood, withdrawing herself slowly from his still-rigid prick.
He watched, fascinated, as his own sperm, mixed with tiny droplets of blood, flowed freely from her hairy slit to drip steadily onto his pubic hair and crotch.
They lay quiet for a long time, she across his belly, fondling his dying cock, he watching the steady stream of sperm pour from her open gash.
And then she gave him the surprise of his life. "Do it again," she pleaded. "Please, do it again!"
But the man laughed, saying that was enough for one afternoon.
Her need drove her at him, begging. When he refused, she told him that she was underage and if he didn't do it again, she'd tell the police. He tried, but his prick remained limp and lifeless.
Angry and hurting, Rusty dressed and walked all the way back to town. By that time, her body was calmed down and her emotions more organized. She went to a gas station, cleaned herself up, and then took her time getting home.
During the next weeks, she sought out a few boys at school, tried to teach them what she had learned, and discovered they weren't any good. They couldn't give her the satisfaction she needed.
One night, when her mother was away visiting a friend, and she was alone with her stepfather, Rusty found herself raging with need. She had been out with one of the boys late in the afternoon, and he'd left her frustrated and wanting. She was in her room, naked, her hands caressing her breasts and body.
Suddenly, the door to her bedroom swung open and Dave, her stepfather, reeled into her room. He was drunk. For a long time he stood there in the doorway, stunned, his breathing growing heavy, his eyes fastened to her youthful body.
She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled, her lips very full and soft looking, and something akin to lust glowing in her strange-colored eyes. Her body was long, full-fleshed, her tanned thighs quivered and her breasts bounced.
A shiver possessed her body and her ass, two solidly-hewn cheeks, trembled. He looked at her, perspiration beading on his forehead.
Suddenly, as if it had been done by other hands, his cock was out of his pants, erect, the huge head throbbing.
"Da ... daddy," Rusty mumbled, her eyes riveted on her stepfather's cock.
Rusty had never been able to imagine her mother fucking this man. Even when she had heard the wild sounds coming from their bedroom at night, she had never been able to visualize it.
Now, looking at his huge erection, he seemed more like a lover than the frustrated boys who constantly pawed her, but were too afraid to go much further.
For his part, Dave was all too aware of this young girl's beauty and what could be done with it. She was young, but she was a sexy creature, who moved in a rhythmic, enticing way. He had often lusted for her, for her huge tits, her pussy.
In the semi-dark room, her tits were full, rich with fleshy firmness. He looked down at the pulpy curve of her cunt and then back up at the deep valley between the two pink peaks. He was rooted to the spot where he stood, his cock erect, quivering. What in hell should he do?
Rusty eased herself up, giving more roundness to her body, emphasizing the length of her legs, the muscles in her slim thighs. Something wild shone in her eyes. Digging her heels into the bed, she strained the rounded calves and thigh muscles and bucked up, revealing a gaping cunt. The nipples of her luscious tits were elongated, her lips parted.
With a sigh, she fell back. As her thighs parted, her palm rubbed along the mound, flattening the curly hairs, pressing down the soft lips. Her ass went off the sheet, rotating, and her thighs tensed.
"Do you know what the hell you're doing?" Dave said, his voice husky with drink and lust.
"No ... not really," she said, her eyes halflidded, "and I'm a little afraid. But I wanna do it anyway."
Then he was on her, sobbing drunkenly, covering her breasts with his lips, his hands playing over her, hot and wild. At first she was a little tense and frightened. This was different from the out-of-towner and the boys she had played with. This was her mother's husband.
This isn't right, she thought, this is my stepfather. But then her hand closed over the rigid length of his prick and she didn't care any more. She stroked it lovingly, as if it were an old friend.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Feels good ... feels big and hard."
"Crazy. This is crazy," he groaned.
The warmth of her hand made the blood pound in his prick. The reasoning, thinking part of his brain took a trip as the musky odor of her pussy rose to fill his nostrils. He bent his head and took the end of one delicious tit into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly with his tongue.
Her grip on his cock tightened and her slick, white thighs closed over his hand. Her lips sucked hotly on the back of his neck, driving his lips harder over her tit. With a flick, she threw her long hair over his shoulders, making them twitch.
"That's so good ... feels so good," she purred, "your hand there, on my pussy, while I hold your cock in mine."
He moved his body between her legs, fingering her seething slit at the same time. His mind, by now, had completely blocked out the fact that this was his stepdaughter.
With one hand in her thick, bushy cunt hair, he struggled with his free hand to remove his trousers. She couldn't wait. She pushed him up and used her hands on his pants buckle and zipper.
His pants fell around his ankles. "Kick 'em off," she said, and lowered his shorts. His" cock leaped out at her face, hard, full, and throbbingly erect. She sighed, running the tip of her wet tongue over her lips in anticipation. "Oh, shit ... you got a big one!"
Suddenly, away from her body for a moment, Dave's mind started to clear a little. Oh, Jesus, he thought, what the fuck am I doing? She's my daughter! "I ... no, I can't do it, Rusty! Oh, Jesus ... no! What if your mother...?"
"Screw my mother! Right now you got what I want, so give it to me!"
She ripped the remainder of his clothes off as she continued to praise and demand his body. She handled his pulsing cock and drops of clear seminal fluid trickled down over her hand.
"Beautiful ... beautiful cock. I mean it, you've got a gorgeous, big, thick prick! Fuck me with it! Give it to me! Ream out my pussy with that gorgeous hunk of meat!"
Dave couldn't help himself. He couldn't still his own desires. His hips moved by themselves, under their own power, as they slid between her thighs.
Her legs parted, lifted, and she wrapped them around his body. As the long, thick, hot cock spread her seething cunt lips, Rusty squeezed him with her legs and felt the pressure of his prick throughout her entire body.
She could feel her cunt closing over his cock and it was wonderful. The skin inside her vagina was warm and slick as her juices transmitted their heat to his plunging cock.
Rusty was obviously more experienced than Dave had thought she would be. She knew exactly what to do to drive him to the brink of insanity with lust and desire. She unwrapped her legs and dug her heels into the bed. This raised her cunt hard into him and he couldn't believe that his prick actually went deeper on each plunge. The angle also brought her clit into direct contact with his sliding cock and she knew she would soon be at the peak of her come.
Their bodies merged farther and farther into their mutual passion as they both felt one another's orgasm swell. When the hot explosion of climax struck, Rusty's throat erupted in shrieks of delight.
"Ohhhh, yes, OHHHHH, DADDY, your ... your fuck, it's wonderful ... it's fantastic! I'm going to ... I'm coming with you! I'm shooting, daddy, I'm shooting ... oh fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I'm shooting so goooooooood!"
Their pulsations continued for what seemed an eternity. He didn't think his fuck would ever end; the orgasm was the strongest, the heaviest, the most satisfying he had ever had. The hot cum wouldn't quit streaming into her sweet cunt, and he could feel her pussy rapidly filling with the result of both their comes.
Afterwards, when it was all over, he had clutched her to him, sobbing and telling her that he was sorry, so sorry; he hadn't known what he was doing. He begged her to please forgive him, please forgive and forget what had happened. Then, when he got up, and found no bloody aftermath of what he'd done, rage had flooded through him. What followed was Rusty's first experience in masochism.
Something must have snapped inside him, something so basic and violent that he couldn't control his actions. His hands slammed out at her body, hitting her over and over again until blackness broke over her conscious awareness. She didn't even have time to realize that what he did gave her more pleasure than pain. The next thing she knew, he was wiping her face with a cold cloth, begging her to come out of it. Somehow he had managed not to touch her face in his outburst. This proved lucky for both of them.
They talked a lot after that and she agreed not to say anything to her mother, if he didn't say anything about her sexual adventures.
Over the next weeks, when she found herself alone with Dave, she forced him to make love to her, threatening to tell her mother if he didn't. He always accepted, and seemed to look forward to their little secret meetings. Then one evening her mother had come home from a visit too soon and discovered them in bed together.
Rusty ran away from home that night.
She went to another town, got a job at a hash house. The owner, a man named Tom, let her have a room in the back. On the first night, after closing time, he made advances to her. He was a large, strong man, with strong sexual hungers, and was delighted when she willingly cooperated with him. They made a habit of it until she tired of him and started picking up some of the customers. One night in a jealous rage, he started hitting her, and to his surprise, she taunted him into hitting her more. Afterwards, he kicked her out, saying never to come back again.
That night, alone, scared, she rented a hotel room. The next day she went to the saloon across the street, convinced the bartender that she was old enough to drink, and experienced her first bout with the bottle. That evening she ended up in the hotel room with a stranger. There wasn't much to remember about him, because she was too drunk to know what was going on. But the next morning there was a ten dollar bill on the dresser, which the man had left.
Rusty's first reaction was rage, and she shredded the bill into several pieces before actually realizing that she had discovered a delightful, easy way to make money.
That night she went to the bar again, picked up a man, asked for twenty dollars, and was surprised to get it. During the next weeks she collected a couple hundred dollars before the hotel manager realized what she'd been doing and kicked her out for being a prostitute.
Rusty merely moved into another hotel down the street, set up business, and for a little over six months continued to rake in an easy living, selling her body to all takers. It wasn't until she realized she was two months pregnant that she stopped picking up men.
Everything had been so glowing for those months, even if the thin edge of sexual pleasure had dulled a little from too many men, too fast. Now, afraid of having some unknown father's brat, she managed to find a doctor who was willing to perform the necessary operation for five hundred dollars.
She moved again, and kept moving, until she found herself in Chicago with a waitress job.
That's where she had met Gilda.
They had dinner at home, then drinks. The drinks worked a sensual glow through Rusty. It was the first time since coming to Chicago that she actually felt the physical call for sex course through her loins. She mentioned the fact to Gilda, and the woman asked her if she'd ever made lesbian love. That was one element of life Rusty had never heard about, but Gilda described it so beautifully, making it sound so wonderful, that Rusty, now almost drunk, willingly accepted the offer of love from another woman.
Only Rusty still called it sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marty wasn't done, not by a long shot. And the crazy, green-eyed redhead wouldn't let him be done.
After he had come the first time, he lay beside her until the pumping and throbbing in his groin had died down to a small twitch. He seemed to be waiting for his lungs to catch up with the rest of his body.
But then she was on him again, showing him why there was a different man in her apartment every night; no one man could handle such a woman.
She was all over him, sucking, nibbling, pulling at his cock with her hands.
"Damn it, honey," he sighed. "Cool it for a little bit, will ya'?"
"Bullshit, lover," she hissed back at him. "You came over here for sex, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but...."
"Well, then, let's do it!"
She took his hands and cupped her breasts. Marty moved his eyes from side to side, trailing the path of his hands. She had great tits. He tried to say so. He couldn't talk. His mouth was full of tongue.
As he continued to stare, she started his fingers kneading and fondling. Soon, without realizing it, he was doing it on his own. And, in response, his cock was starting to get hard again, which amazed Marty, so soon after coming.
Before either of them realized it, they had scooted to the end of the bed. His cock had risen like a pole in front of his groin as his hands made dough out of her full, fleshy tits. He was hypnotized by her scent and the vision of her luscious, naked body.
When she was sure he wouldn't let go of her tits, she slowly arched her back and tilted her head over the end of the bed. As her breasts moved away from his hands, they followed, stretching him out. Before he knew it, his arms were high above his head, his hands still greedily cupping her tits, and his face was nearly in her crotch.
He looked, swallowed, and gasped. He could see the thick, pulpy lips of her pussy nestled in the dark mat of her curling pubic hair.
The proximity of his face to her cunt and his hands tearing at her tits served to spark a full fire of lust in Heather's body. Love juice squeezed between her cunt lips and in no time his face was soggy with it.
She noticed the new bright, hungry look in his eyes.
"Looks good, doesn't it, lover?" Marty didn't answer, but his throat gurgled. "Go ahead ... it's okay. Taste my pussy ... run your tongue around and take a lick at my cunt!"
He nuzzled in her warmth and tongued her eagerly. Her tits heaved in his hands as he ground his tongue greedily up into her hot slit.
"Oh yeah, Marty ... oh shit, yes! Tonguefuck my sweet pussy! Tongue-fuck it real good and get it ready for your cock!"
He could feel the nipples on her breasts become even harder and erect in his palms as his tongue went wild in the walls of her cunt. Up and down her pussy went his searching tongue. He was lost in her cunt now. Her pussy lips owned his tongue and lips, and her thighs had captured his head.
"Go down a little farther, Marty honey. A little farther. There, that's it! Now stick your tongue in my ass. Oh, shit, that's so good!"
His willing, searing tongue had circled the pulsing hole of her ass and then darted inside the tight little ring. Heather twitched as if an electric shock had shot from his tongue through her body.
Then his tongue slithered slowly back up to her pulsing pussy and his lips nibbled on her clit. Her ass jerked up into his face as her hands clawed the sheets beneath her.
His laving mouth was producing more and more flow from her cock-hungry cunt. And then his mouth wasn't enough. She wanted a cock, any cock, his cock. She wanted to feel it spread the lips of her cunt and soothe the fire in her pussy with its white cream.
She clutched his head in her hands and pulled him away from her pussy and up to her breasts. She tugged until her tits were mashed against his chest and his lips were against her mouth. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and wriggled her voluptuous body up to him.
As they kissed passionately, his hands moved up her inner thighs and finally touched the soft lips of her pussy.
As he ran his fingers through her cunt fur, like a comb, he could taste her pussy on his lips.
He wanted to taste it again.
Marty licked his lips and dropped to all fours between her legs. His lips kissed her slick, smooth cunt and she arched her back, grinding her hairy cuntal lips against his mouth and the darting, loving tip of his tongue.
She reached down between her legs and found the head of his cock. Vigorously, she massaged it as slickly as his tongue pounded and stroked her wet, rigid clitoris.
He started to shift his hips around where she could once again have his throbbing cock in her mouth.
"No, love," she sighed. "We'll sixty-nine later. Right now I want that prick in my pussy. I want to feel it clear up to my throat. You got me real hot, baby ... now fuck me. FUCK ME!"
Marty lifted his head and kissed his way across the pulpy mound of her cunt, stroked her scented navel and at last found his way to her tits. He bit and tugged at her nipples as her torso writhed and squirmed beneath him. His tongue stroked across her nipples and she bucked in agonized joy against him.
"You want it, baby ... you want my cock?"
"Feed it into me, lover! Feed it fast ... with a good, hard, rattling jolt that will tear off the top of my fucking head! Damn, what a cock you've got!"
She squealed the urgent squeal of a woman trying to get something up into an emptiness that had been felt for a long time. She bucked up and her bare crotch came up tight and wet against his belly. The taut mound of her lower abdomen squeezed the head of his cock back against his own navel.
Raising his ass, he drew back on his haunches and the long, stiff shaft of his cock ran down her belly. The head tickled through the outer lips of her cunt and the red-hot flesh pf his prick was suddenly smothered by the streaming wetness of her vagina.
He lunged forward, ripping and reaming into that head. His cock sank into her clasping channel, clear to his balls.
The head of his prick burned like it was on fire. It was a signal of mounting orgasm. He couldn't stop his come as he poured forth his juice into her in great, sopping waves.
And still he fucked as he felt her cuntal wall collide with the hard head of his cock and her come answered his.
"Now ... NOW!" she cried. "Let's sixty-nine again!" , They writhed and twisted until his cock was again bobbing at her lips and her pussy, oozing his own hot cum, was above his mouth. He didn't care. His only thought was satisfaction and release from the weeks of celibacy; this strange, wild, redheaded girl from across the hall was giving it to him.
His cock throbbed. Using her teeth, she bit a strong ring of pain around the head that seemed to stoke his balls again.
As her head went all the way over his prick, he dove into the warm wetness of her cunt. His tongue sank to its core and he hollowed his cheeks to suck the very life from her body.
He stiffened. He gave all his attention, suddenly, to her mouth on his cock. He could hardly believe it, but he was at the point of going off again.
She had both arms around his buttocks. Her thumb brushed his asshole. His hips rose and fell, jamming his cock into her throat. At her touch, his asshole flew open, receiving her plunging thumb. The surprise of this intrusion, jabbing deeply into his rectum, was more than his testicles could take.
With a terrible jerk, he shot his hot jism into her mouth and she jammed even harder into his asshole with her thumb and added a finger. His balls poured more than their usual load of spunk into her swallowing, tugging mouth.
He stiffened over her mouth; her lips working hard and fast around his cock, sucking the last drop of cum from his deflated balls.
He poured semen into her; her throat contracted, trying to get air along with the hot, salty cum. He fucked into her head in short, jamming strokes, her thumb firmly anchored in his asshole. He felt it move in a circle inside his rectum, driving the sensitive nerve endings there to howling happiness.
Suddenly, he realized she was also coming. His chin was sopping wet. Quickly he darted his tongue like a spoon into her pussy and began to lap her sweet juices into his belly.
As they came up out of the half-world of erotic sensations, their bodies exhausted from the interplay, she hugged him happily.
"You're wonderful," she murmured, lying back next to him. He circled her large breasts with an exploring finger. "Hold on, lover," she said, gently taking his hand and pressing the palm to her lips. "Give a girl a chance to catch her breath."
It took very little time for Ker to catch that breath, and when she did, they rediscovered the wild abandon of their passions.
This time she had him do something that he had never done before; she had him fuck her in the ass.
On and on they went, like two animals who had saved up several mating periods for just this one fling.
Dawn was coming over the edge of the partially pulled blinds when at last Marty reluctantly pulled himself from her heaving body and took a shower.
When he returned, she had laid out a complete breakfast. He ate like a man starved and then dressed quickly.
She escorted him to the door.
"You're a strange girl," he said, taking her in his arms.
"You're a normal man," she replied, smiling, "who will grow up someday to acquire riches, a normal wife, and a normal bunch of kids. It was good. Thank you."
"Thank you," Marty said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Again some time?"
"I think not...." she said, still smiling. "It wouldn't be the same a second time ... it never is."
He nodded and left.
Back in his apartment he strolled immediately to the phone. He was going to call Janice.
Sometime during the wee hours of the morning, even while he was locked in wild passion with Heather, he had discovered something. Something that her parting words at the door had brought home to him.
Something had been missing with Heather. It had been good, and he had needed it, but something wasn't there. He had missed the romance, the tender emotional feelings which always came over him when holding Janice in his arms.
Then he remembered that Janice wasn't a part of his life any more, that they couldn't meet on the most basic level of the physical expression of their love-sex. To him, love was part emotional, part passion. Kill one or the other, he realized, and it was only half-love. He needed more than that; he needed the half which Janice could give, did give willingly, and the other half, wh jph this woman had also given so willingly.
Now, standing at his window, away from the wanton spell of Heather's sex, he knew that he wanted someone like Janice, but needed someone like Heather. He found himself thinking about all the women he had known in the past, all the women he knew, now. And finally, as if from out of some subconscious awareness, he remembered Rusty Dale, his father's secretary.
Rusty ... young, innocent, lovely. A girl he had noticed but not really thought about. She was about twenty, he thought, with bright eyes and soft, natural-looking red hair, which glowed as if some summer sunset had cast highlights on it. A neat, cute little package, with sex appeal busting out all over. Even in the white blouses which she wore at work, he'd been unable to ignore the rounded swell of full breasts which filled out the fluffy material with a soft supply of supple-looking flesh.
He hadn't really considered Rusty before, because he had been too involved with Janice. But now that his mind was willing to search, willing to consider other women, he found the mental picture of Rusty so vivid that it seemed as if she were standing before him, there in the bedroom, her soft, yielding full red lips smiling, dimpling at the corners in innocent promise.
Suddenly Marty realized that he was sweating and, even though he had been up most of the night, he was wide awake.
* * *
Janice was wide awake, too. She, like Marty, had also had a sleepless night. But now, lying in her big, lonely bed, staring at the ceiling, she felt no relief in her body, only pain and frustration.
She was daydreaming.
In her dream, she was lying in bed, alone, naked. And then suddenly the door opened and Marty stepped into the room.
It seemed as if he didn't have any clothes on, but she wasn't sure.
Then he was sitting down on the bed, caressing her. She felt herself go wild, anxiously pressing up against his caress.
"Oh, Marty ... Marty ... you forgave me ... forgave...."
But his lips smothered the sound of her words, and they merely rang in her ears. Then she felt his hand moving along her body, touching her in the places which every nerve had wanted him to touch for so long.
Then his body moved between her legs. There was a moment of pain as his flesh entered her; but only a moment, and then there was wonderful, satisfying bliss.
It was a beautiful but horrifying dream.
When she suddenly jarred awake, Janice was shaking. She looked across the room, half expecting that Marty was still there, half expecting the dream had been a reality.
Oh, God, if only she ... she had been able to! she sobbed.
CHAPTER FIVE
"God dammit, are you comin' out or not?" Russell Burton shouted through the shower door.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute, daddy ... just grab your crotch and hold on. I'll be there!"
And she would, Rusty thought, but not right away. Her body was satiated for the moment and the pleasant thoughts of Gilda, and the kind of sex the woman had introduced her to, was more interesting at that moment than returning to the bedroom and another bout with Burton.
To Rusty, who had possessed so many men already, making love to another woman was strange, yet pleasing in its own way. .
Gilda was a wonderful, tender lover. They had undressed each other in the bedroom and lay side by side on the big bed. The softness of the woman's breasts as they pressed against her own, nipple to nipple, excited Rusty beyond anything she could remember. Her pussy throbbed with a new kind of passion as Gilda covered her body with wet, hot kisses. Her mind pulsed with anticipation as Gilda's tongue found the entrance to her pussy and began scooping juice from her hole.
And then she was bucking and writhing with insane pleasure. Gilda was hammering her clitoris with the hard, distended tip of her tongue.
"Oh yes ... oh God, that's good, good! Gilda, you know just how to do it. Suck ... SUCK MY CUNT!"
Then she felt a wild erotic ecstasy when her body found the climactic moment. With her pussy glued to Gilda's mouth, she came and came and came.
"Was it. good, baby?"
"Oh, shit, yes ... I haven't come like that in a long time!"
"Good ... I'm glad I was good for you."
Then Gilda rolled over on her back. She splayed her legs wide on the bed and, with . one hand, she pried the pink lips of her tight pussy far apart. Three fingers, wet with the gooey juices from her slit, were massaging and grinding her clitoris.
Fascinated, Rusty sat at the foot of the bed and watched. She had never looked up into a woman's cunt before, and it intrigued her. She could tell, just from looking, that Gilda's cunt was small and tight. Even with the woman pulling and tugging at the lips, it seemed to open only a tenth as much as Rusty's cunt did in repose.
Absently, she wondered what it would be like to kiss a pussy, perhaps even stick her tongue inside the pretty and juicy pink cunt lips and roll it around.
"What are you doing?" she asked Gilda.
"Bringing myself off, honey ... just like I brought you off."
The more she watched Gilda play with her own cunt, the more fascinated Rusty became with the idea. Almost without her own knowledge, she leaned her head lower and lower until her nose was almost touching Gilda's pussy hairs. The musky scent from her cunt rose up and surrounded her; it filled her nostrils with its sweet scent.
She flicked her tongue out and touched its tip to the tiny knob of the other woman's clitoris. The hand fell away and the hips lifted the furry muff towards Rusty's face, as if to invite more of the tender touch. Rusty ran her tongue tentatively up between the lips of the pussy lips, sucking the cunt juices into her mouth as she went.
Gilda groaned and slid her ass downward, almost shoving her cunt into Rusty's face. "Go ahead. It feels good!" Rusty heard her say.
"Do ... do you want me to eat you?" Rusty asked.
"Only if you want to, baby."
"Oh, I want to, all right."
Rusty moved her arm around the woman's body, finding her ass, letting her fingers mold into Gilda's crack. Her tits shook as Rusty kissed first one and then the other, drawing the nipples deeply into her mouth and sucking with just enough pressure to arouse and yet not hurt.
Then Rusty went wild. She pried the woman's knees far apart and shoved her own knee up between Gilda's thighs. The woman's pussy locked against Rusty's knee like a suction cup as Rusty started grinding against her clit. She applied more and more pressure so that soon Gilda's cunt opened, gushing her juices over Rusty's leg.
The feeling excited her. Her knee worked faster, fucking between Gilda's legs. She raised her head from the woman's tits. "Oh, lover," she moaned, "am I gonna love to eat your pussy. I'll send you to the moon, honey!"
She bent her head for another kiss and Gilda opened her mouth in acceptance. It felt so strange to have other lips as soft as her own kiss her, and Rusty was thrilled by it. She felt her whole body go out to Gilda in the kisses that were stirring her soul and her body.
The way Rusty used her tongue made Gilda's cunt gush even harder.
"You know you have a beautiful body, Gilda," Rusty cooed, finally breaking the passionate kiss.
"You do, too," Gilda gasped.
"Do you really think so?" Rusty asked.
"Yes ... oh, yes," Gilda sighed. "You are so beautiful! Please, baby ... eat my cunt. Eat it and suck it dry!"
With a relishing groan, Rusty dipped her head between the opened thighs. The light thatch that covered Gilda's pussy was wet with a mixture of perspiration and cunt juice that seeped from her puckered cunt lips in blobs.
Rusty tasted the soft, silky-smooth skin above and around the clitoris with her tongue, brought it back into her mouth, and savored the tangy flavor before letting it roll down her throat. Nestling her cheek against the furry wetness of Gilda's cunt lips, she sighed, "oh, Gilda ... you taste so good. You smell so good. God, I could eat all of you ... from the outside to the inside!"
"Suck it, Rusty! Eat my pussy out! Make me come on your tongue!"
Rusty slid her tongue between the folds of the woman's cunt, nudging them open until once again the sweet nectar flowed into her mouth. She began a series of love kisses, molding her mouth to Gilda's cunt.
Her tongue reached out to tickle and bathe the hard little knob that pulsed before her.
"Yes ... oh, yes, that's it, my darling," Gilda urged, lifting her hips and straining her cunt over Rusty's face.
Quickly, Rusty plunged her lips and her tongue between the oozing cunt lips. Her concentration was complete, and soon her head was bobbing in time with Gilda's silken loins.
The sounds became animal-like as both bodies became one mass of violent, pulsating flesh. Rusty's face became covered with the honeyed juices from Gilda's sopping cunt.
"Don't just tongue it, suck it, too!" Gilda directed. She reached around and under her own ass so she could hold the lips of her pussy apart. "There. Now get your face right in there and eat! Bite my clit a little ... that's it! That's good, baby-ohhhh, that's so gooood!"
Rusty eagerly obliged. The groaning satisfaction she was giving her female lover coursed through her own veins like welcome fire on a cold night. She had never known she could give such pleasure to another person. She ground her own thighs together as she continued to tongue-fuck the wet, rosy folds of Gilda's willing, lunging snatch.
"Oh, honey," Gilda sighed, "you got it. You got it! I'm coming! Grind your tongue in my hole and your nose against my clit! Yes! Yes! Like that!"
Gilda's whole body seemed to explode at once as her cunt gushed cum juice into Rusty's sucking mouth and onto her face. She rolled over until she was on her knees, looking directly down between her tits and over the mound of her pussy, at Rusty's surprised face between her thighs.
"Now, take it all, lover," she said. "Swallow it as I squeeze it out of me!"
With her hands, Gilda spread both her ass cheeks and her cunt lips as she settled her whole weight over Rusty's face. The younger girl opened her mouth and ground her chin into the oozing cunt hole as she finished off the woman's quivering come by bathing her clit with the flat fullness of her tongue.
Gilda tensed her thighs and lifted her body slightly off Rusty's face. Slowly, her cunt still seeping juice, she moved her hips and butt in circles, bathing Rusty's beautiful face with her dripping cunt. Rusty moaned in ecstasy as she felt the wet pussy hair tickle her nose, her chin, her cheeks.
Then she opened her eyes and looked up across Gilda's body. She had a complete view of the love she had just consummated and, at the same time, could think of nothing more beautiful. Gilda's bushy cunt seemed to ebb and flow up into the flat belly as it hunched slowly back and forth, pushing the slit within the reach of Rusty's tongue. Above, the tits bounced delightfully, their fullness below the nipples like round melons.
"Oh, Gilda," Rusty sighed, still lapping at the woman's pussy, "I never thought sucking a cunt could be so wonderful!"
"For the first time, baby, you did one hell of a job. You just about wrung me dry!"
"Did I give you a good come?" Rusty asked breathlessly, still swallowing the remnants of pussy juice left in her mouth.
"One of the most beautiful I've ever had," Gilda sobbed. "No ... the very best! Oh, Rusty ... I love you."
Sex with Gilda was so different from the brutal jolting of a man's hard body on hers that Rusty settled into the relationship with enthusiasm that taxed even Gilda.
Rusty moved in with the other woman. Weeks drifted into months as Rustybled the relationship for everything she could get.
But slowly, like a tiny animal gnawing at her nerves, she realized a need for something more; something more than Gilda could give. As time wore on, Rusty's pussy let her know that she once again needed a man.
There were enough who flirted with her. Now, fully matured, her bustline had blossomed out into large, supple globes. She knew men found it impossible to keep their eyes off her. Seeing their looks heightened her own need, fired the desire for a man's hard prick.
Then, one night, she impulsively flirted with two salesmen who had been eyeing her for quite some time.
They were quick to respond, and suggested that she come to their motel room when she got off work.
"Jesus, you mean ... both of you ... at once?"
"Why not, honey ... if one's good, two's better!"
Their names were Will and Robbie. And when they invited Rusty to join them, they had no idea what they were getting into.
They stood in the center of the motel room when she entered.
They had barely exchanged greetings and names when she started unbuttoning her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Then came the skirt, slowly inch by inch downward, until the dark triangle of her pubic hair gleamed in the light before their eyes. She kicked the skirt off and leaned forward, so her breasts swayed tantalizingly.
Robbie stood closest to her. "Jesus, you don't fool around, do you?"
She directed her attention to him. He could feel the uncomfortable bulge in the front of his pants and knew it was clearly obvious to her. He shifted a little to ease the strain caused by the taut fabric. It only made it worse.
"I can see that it's big," she said, looking directly at the front of his trousers.
"What do you like, honey?" Will croaked.
"Everything," Rusty replied. "Let's all get naked." She swiveled her head back and forth between them. "I want to suck your cocks."
They undressed like robots, as if she had turned a key in their backs and pushed a button on their foreheads that said, "Undress."
Robbie interested her the most. His cock was gigantic. The head was swollen to bursting and it throbbed as tiny drops of fluid glistened in the slit. The shaft was thick, with pulsing blue veins that betrayed his passion.
"Beautiful cock," Rusty cooed, thinking how lucky she was. She curled down into a crouch in front of him, running her hands over the length of his rod.
"Honey, you are somethin' else," Robbie sighed. "But what say we...."
She silenced him by parting her lips and sliding the full length of his pulsing meat down her throat. She lifted her face off of it and then repeated the action. Her lips settled into the pubic hair at the very base of his cock.
"Oh, my God," he groaned.
Both men swung into action immediately. They picked Rusty's writhing body up in their arms and carried her to the bed.
She lay back and made her breasts quiver and shake for their delight.
"Shit ... oh dear," Will groaned, and ground his mouth over a nipple.
Robbie caressed the length of one leg, and then up the fullness of her buttocks. She lay there with her hair falling to her shoulders, hips rotating, grinding against his greedy fingers. She whimpered and brought her thighs apart to absorb the heat of his body.
"Your cock feels good between my legs like that, just touching my pussy," she said in a groggy, lust-filled voice.
Will continued to kiss her breasts and run his tongue over her armpits as Robbie worked his own tongue over her belly. The kiss came farther down to her navel, teasing the crest of her belly. He settled between her legs on his knees. He stared at the wide patch of curling hair over her cunt. Cupping her buttocks in both hands, he rotated her ass so that her pussy was up against his mouth.
He began sucking in and around her cunt. His tongue lapped up over the hump of her mound, then squeezed through the lips to find her little bud of a clit.
"Mmmmm ... your cunt's juicy," he sighed. "And your thighs are so beautiful ... I love full, heavy thighs." He withdrew his tongue and licked the insides of her thighs and underneath to where her buttocks came spilling down.
"What do you want, honey? Tell me what you want," Robbie groaned.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" she said, exasperated. "I want you to fuck me, dammit! Stick your cock in my cunt, for cristssakes"
"What about me?" Will said.
"Jesus," Rusty laughed in mock exasperation. "Fuck my face! I'll suck you off while he fucks me!"
Robbie centered his throbbing prick at her hole and nudged it through the outer folds. And then all hell broke loose. Rusty became a volcano of sex and lust. She lunged with fury against him, sheathing all of his cock in one gigantic thrust of her hips. Her cunt seemed to take his whole body inside her, rather than just his cock.
"Oh God!" he shrieked. "Easy ... take it easy!"
She paid no attention to him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and fucked her cunt with powerful precision over his meat. She seemed to be tearing his cock out by its roots with her pounding thrusts. He had never been fucked so completely and so frighteningly.
At the same time, Will knelt above her face and jammed the full length of his prick down her greedy throat. She didn't even gag; she just swallowed and started sucking.
Both of the men were soon at a fever pitch. Each of their cock thrusts extended farther than the last into her cunt and mouth.
Rusty jerked her head off Will's raging cock long enough to shout, "Now ... both of you, now ... fast, faster ... FUCK FASTER ... DON'T STOP!"
They both eagerly complied.
And then, as if on signal, all three of them came together. Rusty's cuntal juices flowed like a river from her pumping cunt. Will and Robbie's cocks spurted cum into her mouth and the fiery slit of her cunt.
They came and still she went on, refusing to release either of them. Robbie felt as though his cock were being ripped away and his balls were being turned inside out. It started hurting. He begged her to wait. On and on she went, until his cock went limp inside her. And still she fucked.
At last she turned them loose as she came again; then she watched his cum and her flowing juices run down between her legs to form huge puddles on the bed.
"You're some kind of woman," Robbie breathed.
Will lay panting, half passed out, on the floor beside the bed.
That night Rusty discovered how desperately she had needed a man. The youthful sexual fires that had driven her before were now even more intense, more mature in their need.
She soon found herself picking up other men and taking them to the apartment on nights when she was sure Gilda would be out.
Then one night she found an exceptionally wild man. He had brought a briefcase full of crazy sexual objects, including ticklers and dildoes.
He put Rusty into ecstasy. She lay across him, sucking his cock, while he pounded a dildo into her cunt and a second, even larger one, into her ass.
His cock was ball deep in her throat and spurting cum like a faucet when Rusty realized that Gilda was standing in the doorway, watching them.
There was hell to pay.
Gilda accused her of being nothing but a cheap slut, and said that if she was going to pick up men, she could get the hell out and stay out.
Rusty moved that very day, and rented an apartment in another part of the city. That evening when she went to work at the bar, she learned that Gilda had talked to the owner and gotten her fired.
Alone, jobless, Rusty started going to school, studying to become a secretary, learning typing, shorthand, and practicing until she was good enough to get a job.
Taking her savings, which amounted to a couple of hundred dollars, she got a job with Russell Burton and worked her way up, over a period of nine months, to secretary of the company's owner and president.
The company was big enough for people to get lost along the way, but by sleeping with the right men, paying attention to what went on around her, she had managed to reach the top position, fast. She was a good secretary, but what was more important was that she was a good partner for Burton's subconscious need to release the savage, pent-up furies within him.
Rusty laughed as she stepped out of the shower. Drying herself, she let her thoughts drift again, slowly settle. She remembered another lesbian affair that she'd had with a woman in this town. Her name was Mona Mossburg, and she was a member of the Canto Hills Country Club. Mona was a big, buxom woman who loved sex. She was a part of all the homosexual activities in that end of the city.
Mona owned a night club called The Sleeping Sickness. It was a gay bar. Mona was attracted to Rusty at once and took the girl home for the night. It was after they had made love that Rusty saw the inscribed photograph of Monica Burton on Mona's bureau.
Mona, not knowing that Rusty recognized the picture, openly admitted to having regular sex with Russell Burton's wife. Rusty tucked it all away in her mind and started formulating a plan. Rusty was just waiting for the right chance and time to put the plan into action, action which she was sure would pay off in big bucks.
Shrugging her shoulders, Rusty threw the towels on the floor, looked once more at her face, the red marks slightly dulled by now, and then stepped into the other room.
She looked down at the man who was snoring in a loud, grating rasp.
Plopping down on the bed beside him, she slapped his face lightly. "Okay, daddy, stop the snoring.,. stop it!"
He groaned, made a snorting sound and then rolled over on his side, turned away from her, and was silent.
"Couldn't wait, huh," Rusty laughed, starting her hands roaming and tickling his bare skin.
Make love to this man, she thought, then seduce his wife. That will be a nice twist; a nice, beautiful, profitable twist.
CHAPTER SIX
Marty Burton paced back and forth in front of his father's agency. He had been doing it for over an hour, trying to talk himself into crossing the street and talking to Rusty Dale.
For several days he had been thinking about Rusty, recalling her lovely, angel face, innocent warm blue eyes, soft, natural red hair, her delightfully formed nose. That oval, high, rounded cheekboned face had tormented his casual thoughts ever since the night he had broken up with Janice and possessed the lush body of Heather Paley.
Now that he had made up his mind to go after Rusty, he wasn't sure how to do it. Their conversations in the past had been limited, but he hadn't been able to ignore the subtle interest in Rusty's eyes when they met his. It was merely a question of finding the proper way to approach her.
Suddenly he was sprinting up the steps, three at a time. Stopping, breathing heavily, he slowly walked down the dimly lighted hallway to the suite of offices which were his father's business' nerve center.
For over a year the thrill of the hunt, the search, for new pussy had been denied him.
Now, suddenly, the excitement was throbbing blood at his temples, pumping his heart in his chest. For a moment he stood there, waiting for his nerves to calm; then, flinging the door open, he stepped into the dark-walled offices with oak furniture and expensive carpets.
Rusty was sitting behind a small oak desk, swiftly typing some letter, completely lost in her work.
She looked so lovely sitting there, her pert little face screwed up in thought, the hair flowing over her ears, her breasts pressing out the front of a yellow sweater.
The moment he saw her again, he knew why she had suddenly popped into his mind; why he had wanted her. She had the sweetness and innocence of Janice, and, at the same time, purveyed the sultry, mature sexiness of Heather.
"Hello."
"What? ... oh, hi, Marty," she said, smiling. "Your father's out of town."
"Oh-" He leaned across the desk, trying to keep his eyes averted from her breasts. "Actually, I came here to see you, Rusty."
"Really?" She stopped typing and turned to face him. A strange, amused expression lighted her eyes. "What about?"
He hesitated for a moment, then dove in. "How about dinner after work?"
"Tonight?" she murmured, her eyebrows arching slightly, her lfps dimpling.
"Why not?"
Rusty was silent for a long time, studying Marty's eyes, as if attempting to read his thoughts, before answering. Finally she said: "why not?"
For a stunned moment, Marty just stood there, surprised, dumb. It had been so easy, so very easy. Yet, why should that surprise him?
"Hey, that's great. Pick you up around seven-thirty ... your place...." He almost tripped backing toward the door. "Uh ... see you then."
Rusty sat in the office, studying the closed door. She was still puzzled over the fact that she'd accepted a date with Marty.
The idea amused her. Laying his father, then running into the son. And, later ... mommy. The idea was very amusing to her, because she had never managed such an intriguing triangle of conquests. She sat there for a long time, attempting to decide what type of face she would reveal to Marty. From the expression in his eyes, he expected her to be the innocent, little schoolgirl type, unpossessed and respectable. It might be interesting to surprise him with a real far-out party.
She was bathed in a soft pink dress which draped her figure like caressing waves. It was pulled tight around her waist by a thin white belt, knotted at the side. Her breasts were covered up to the neckline, but pushed out against the cloth, full and solid. She smiled up at him as he escorted her toward his car. Her hair was cupped around her head, short and silken looking. Sitting beside her in the car, Marty found it hard to keep from pulling her into his arms. It wasn't pure animal passion, though; it was tempered with tenderness.
"Where're we going?" she asked, taking out a cigarette, which he quickly lighted.
"Country club, dinner and dancing. Okay?"
"Okay."
The drive was short, with very little conversation. Then, as they pulled into the country club parking lot, Rusty said something that unnerved him.
"What happened to your girl friend?"
"That's over with."
"Oh, sorry," she said, in a very unconvincing voice.
He helped her out of the car and as they walked across the parking lot to the large, modern white building, Marty felt her hips touch his, brushing accidentally, thrilling him. The soft feel of her hand in his, her tiny delicate fingers, clutching like a child, made him feel emotional.
She's so beautiful and innocent, he thought. So like a little child. A little baby, for whom the world is just too big and bad.
Dinner was the usual getting to know each other. Throughout the meal, Rusty felt herself being drawn to this boy in some way that she had never felt before.
"Would you like to dance?"
"After four martinis and a steak?"
He laughed. "I'll hold you up."
Helping her out of the chair, Marty again thrilled to the touch of her, the soft, warm feeling of her fingers clutching his. As they moved to the dance floor and her body slid close to his, he felt another sensation-a hot, thrilling excitement.
Her breasts were soft under her bra, her lips firm against his. The feel, the wonderful excitement of her body, was almost overwhelming. Erotic desires whipped up through him, a need which was almost as powerful as he'd felt when seeing Heather's body in the negligee, though strangely different ... more full, more complete. The emotional with the physical.
He found himself wondering what it would be like to make love to this woman, and the desire welled up more explosively than anything else he had ever felt. The way she moved against him was just the right amount to be sensual, without being crude or coarse.
Just the right amount to intrigue but not invite.
As they sat back down at the table, when the band took a break, he asked, "how's Dad treating you?"
There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, then it veiled over. "Fine."
"I'm surprised. Most of his ... well, he usually ends up having affairs with his secretaries. I'm just surprised that you're still around."
"Why?" There was amusement in her voice and eyes.
"Well ... because...."
"Well, I'll relieve your mind, Marty. Your father tried, once, but when he saw it wasn't going to get him anywhere ... well, he just stopped there. Didn't try anything afterwards. He's a dear man, really. You should be proud of him."
"I'm glad things worked out that way," he finally said, more relieved than he'd realized.
Even though he had been sure she wouldn't sleep with his father, there had been a nagging doubt, a doubt created from knowledge of his father's habits.
"I'm having fun, Marty," she said a few moments later. "More than for a long, long time."
* * *
Later, well past one, when he parked the car outside her apartment, she slipped over to his side of the car, let him put his arm around her shoulders, and leaned against him.
"It's been a wonderful evening, Marty," she breathed softly, looking up into his eyes. "A really lovely evening, and...."
"Tomorrow?" he offered, guessing the finish of the incomplete sentence.
"Maybe ... call me at the office." Her lips were just under his, glistening in the bright moonlight, moist, half parted.
Suddenly he was kissing her lips, feeling the softness under his mouth. She tensed, her arms pressing the supple mounds of her breast's against his chest. Then, after a long moment which seemed over much too soon, she slipped away. She sat on the other side of the car for a moment.
"I don't think we should do that kind of thing ... I didn't know ... it would affect me ... so much." Her eyes turned pleadingly in his direction. "I think I like you, Marty ... like you a lot."
Then, without another word, she got out of the car and rushed to the apartment without waiting for him to follow.
For a long time he sat there, dazed at her sudden disappearance.
His first impulse was to follow her. Then, sighing deeply, he started the engine of the car and drove down the street, dazed in the beautiful aftermath of her soft lips, which had left their taste printed on his mouth.
He could love such a woman, he realized, as he drove home.
* * *
The date with Marty Burton had unnerved Rusty far more than she realized. There was something about him that stirred her emotions. Why hadn't she just asked him up to the apartment and fucked him? God knows she had wanted to. And she knew he wanted her.
But it was too late now, and her mind was a mess. She needed sex, and Russell Burton was out of town.
She waited until Marty's car was out of sight around the corner. Then she came back out of the apartment and hailed a passing cab.
* * *
The apartment was just as Rusty remembered it; big, beautiful, and expensive. It was the kind of apartment that Rusty wanted for herself, and seeing it again reinforced her resolve to get it by blackmailing Monica Burton.
But seeing the apartment was only secondary. Rusty's prime reason for being in it was to have sex with its owner, Mona Mossbury.
Mona was about forty with large, full tits that matched Rusty's in size and fullness. Her hair was dark and piled high on her head, capping an angular face that was strangely beautiful, yet alarmingly cruel.
"What brings you around so late, dearie?"
"You," Rusty said.
"Ho, ho, the little girl got tired of all that cock and came back to mama, huh? Well, why not? Want a drink first?"
Rusty nodded and dropped to a sofa. Mona fixed drinks and joined her. She handed the girl a glass and drew her legs up under her body so that the split in her dress revealed the creamy whiteness of her full, fleshy thighs to Rusty's stare.
"You ain't been around for a long time, honey," Mona said, causing a quiver in Rusty's body by constantly shifting her position to give the girl more and more looks at exposed parts of her womanly body.
"I've ... I've been busy," Rusty stammered, obviously nervous, needing the sex she knew the woman could give her.
"You should start treating your friends a little better, honey." Casually, Mona reached over and placed her hand under Rusty's heavy breast. She bounced the pendulous globe in her hand, as if to test its weight. "Jesus, you got some kind of body, kid."
Rusty groaned and arched forward, pushing her breast against Mona's hand. The hand suddenly left her tit, and Rusty bit her lip. She didn't want Mona to know just how badly she needed her.
"Who have you been fucking, honey?"
"I don't ask you that," Rusty said, hoping Mona wouldn't get sticky about the fact that the girl didn't want to move in with her. Rusty had higher ambitions than being some older lesbian's kept girl.
"Does your latest stick his cock up your cunt and come? Does he rub the head of his dick all over your body? Men are such bastards, such beasts, Rusty. When are you going to learn that?"
"Mona, I...."
"All they know is, stick their fat pricks in a woman and come. They don't know how to really enjoy sex like ... like women know how to enjoy sex."
Finally, Rusty could take it no longer. "Dammit, Mona, I didn't come here for a lecture. Do you want to tease me ... or fuck me?"
"Oh, I want you, Rusty," Mona said, rising. "I want you like hell. But I also want you to know that, someday, you'll come crawling in here and I might not." Now she was standing before Rusty and lowering her voice to a husky growl. "Someday you'll learn that, compared to a man, woman to woman lovemaking is warm and comforting, as well as wild and exciting. You'll learn, Rusty, that what you've always really wanted was a woman."
Then, with no warning, Mona slipped a catch on the back of her dress. The garment slithered from her voluptuous body. It fell in a tiny pile around her ankles. With a slight kick she flipped it across the room and sat back down beside Rusty on the sofa.
Mona turned to the young redhead with her eyes hooded. She spread her thighs and lifted her ass slightly off the sofa, offering Rusty a better look at the thin, smooth cuntal slit barely hidden by the crotchband of her panties.
She deliberately lowered her eyes to where Rusty had been kneading one of her own breasts. Rusty, seeing the wetness from Mona's pussy seeping through her panties, reached out to fondle the woman's crotch.
"Oh, no, sweetie. Not yet." Rusty tore her hand away, a flush of embarrassment reddening her face. "If I can only have you now and then, between your cocks, then at least I'm going to drag it out and enjoy it."
"And torture me at the same time?" Rusty said, suddenly hating the woman for what she was doing, and getting disgusted with herself for putting up with it.
"Maybe."
Mona looked her straight in the eye, smiling all the while, and lifted the soft, bulging mounds of her ass cheeks from the sofa. Gripping the fabric with her fingers, she slowly and provocatively peeled her panties down over her fleshy thighs. She raised herself higher to clear the well-rounded swell of her creamy ass, then trailed the flimsy garment along the smoothness of her thighs. She lifted her legs high in the air, exposing her gaping pussy, and then dropped the tiny garment beneath her.
Her knees were held together like a shy little girl. She reached in back of her and unhooked the elastic strap of her bra. With both hands cupping the huge fullness of her breasts, she pulled the restraining cups away. The enormous soft globes sagged just a little as they left the support of the thin bra.
Rusty's eyes locked on the twin dark circles of her nipples, the slight roughness around the two thick, jutting peaks that stood out proud now, unrestrained and inviting.
Again Rusty's hands wandered to her own breasts as she saw the older woman lick the tip of a finger and lovingly rub the taut pinnacles of her large, full tits. Rusty thought she saw the woman shiver as she recoiled slightly from her own delicate touch. The nipples grew harder and pulsed at the sensation.
"You really are a bitch, Mona."
"I know, baby. Just like you. We'll make a good pair some day."
"Don't kid yourself," Rusty said, but couldn't stop her eyes from wandering down between the woman's thighs. They were parted. Rusty's mouth watered and her own pussy juiced as she gazed longingly at the pink inner flesh of Mona's gaping vulva.
The old hunger for this woman's magnificent body flowed through Rusty. "I want you," she moaned.
"I know, baby," Mona responded. She spread her firm thighs ever wider, giving the young girl an unobstructed view of her heated, trembling cunt lips. The inner walls of her huge hole were now completely open to Rusty's eager eyes. There was a thin line of moisture along the rim of her parted labia. A narrow trail of warm pussy juice flowed along the puffy furrow of the woman's gaping cunt.
"You're beautiful," Rusty breathed. The words just seemed to come to her lips. She felt like an adolescent again. She hated herself for giving away her eagerness. She also hated herself because she was forever unable to deny her desires.
She tried to control herself. In reality, she wanted to drop to her elbows and knees and bury her lips in that soft, deliciously pulsating split.
"You want it bad, don't you, baby?" Mona grinned up at her coyly, measuring Rusty's response as she moistened her ruby lips with the wet tip of her tongue. She laved her lips, rolling her tongue slowly from side to side.
"Yes."
"How much?"
"A lot."
"How much is a lot, dammit?"
"MORE THAN ANYTHING!" Rusty shouted back at her, and added, "right now."
That seemed to satisfy Mona. "Then eat me, Rusty baby. Put your face in my cunt and suck my juices!"
"What about me?"
"Eat me first," Mona hissed, "and then I'll suck your cunt and your asshole. I'll make you come right through your asshole, Rusty. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Ye ... yessss," Rusty said, at last, feeling her own moisture start to creep from her cunt and soak her panties and dress.
"Take your clothes off, baby," Mona ordered. "I want to see you while you suck my pussy."
Rusty had already removed her bra in the cab driving over so she could caress her breasts. She opened the top of her pink dress and let it fall from her shoulders.
"My God, you're beautiful," Mona gasped, letting just a touch of saliva drool from the corner of her mouth. The tantalizing sight of Rusty's now nakedly vulnerable young breasts filled her with sensations of lust and need. The tops of her full, ample tits were almost as large as the full, sagging bottoms. Her turgidly tensed nipples were dark shadows that nearly covered the complete ends of her swaying breasts.
"Jesus, they get bigger and more beautiful every time I see them," Mona sighed.
As Rusty moved toward her, the heavy, womanly breasts swayed back and forth sensuously, nearly slapping against each other with their weight.
Mona took Rusty by the arms and pulled her down to the floor. Together, they rolled away from the sofa and sank into the heavy carpet. It felt like fleece on Rusty's naked back. Mona's legs were tangled around her own and the woman's soft muff tickled the outer part of one thigh as an expert hand unfastened and unwrapped her dress, until she lay with only her panties on. Mona's hands moved up to caress her tits, applying just the right amount of pressure to bring groans of pleasure from the redhead's throat.
Rusty knew she shouldn't give in so easily, but the woman was a master at her craft. She lowered her sensuous lips to Rusty's and kissed her tenderly. The kiss was gentle, with the tongue probing insistently but never rough and demanding. She worked her free hand under Rusty's ass until she could probe at will in the smooth valley between her ass cheeks, running the thin material of her panties right into the crack with the pressure.
Rusty became aroused beyond her wildest dreams. She forgot all thoughts of men in the instant delirium of releasing sexual passion. Suddenly stimulation, satisfaction, and tenderness was what she wanted, and she knew that this lesbian woman, so many years her senior, could give it to her.
"Do you want me, Mona?" she cooed.
"Yes. Oh, God, yes, I want you, Rusty! You're soft and young, and so beautiful. I want to do everything for you, and to you!"
Rusty quickly writhed out of the flimsy panties.
Mona's fingers trailed lovingly up and down her pink slit, from the peak at her clitoris to the pucker of her asshole. Rusty loosened the muscles of her ass and allowed the woman's talented fingers to probe her anus. The woman's nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the silky hair, tickling just enough to make jolts of passion course through her body.
Then Mona's head moved over her rippling breasts. Skin over her whole body quivered as the older woman's tongue left a trail of warm saliva around her globes and nipples. Then the hot mouth moved downward across her stomach and between her thighs, leaving a trail of warmth that didn't miss an inch of her skin.
Rusty groaned aloud as she felt the lips of her tender pussy being pried so skillfully apart. The hot, pointy tip of Mona's tongue darted around and around the cunt lips, caressing and loving the juice-soaked soft skin around the throbbing clitoris.
"Is that good, little love? Is my tongue good in your pussy?"
Two fingers slipped into her pussy and massaged the slick inner walls. When they were removed, the woman's tongue took their place. It felt like a thick spoon scooping the floor of her cunt and winding its pleasure-giving way through the hot hole.
Rusty's fuse was well lit. She couldn't have stopped the tongue-fucking now even if she had wanted to. Her hips started a demanding, wild gyrating. Harder and faster the wet tongue went, foraging in and out of her pink slit like a man's hard cock.
As Mona's tongue continued to pound the inner cunt walls, she flattened the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to grind against the girl's hard clitoris. At the same time, two well-lubricated fingers entered Rusty's asshole easily and gave her the same joy there that they had given earlier to her cunt.
Her body wanted this, Rusty thought. Her cunt screamed for it, and then and there, she set her mind. She would never again love any one man or woman. She pushed all thoughts of Marty Burton out of her mind.
"Oh, fuck me!" she chanted. "Fuck me, Mona! Tongue-fuck all the juice out of my hole!"
Her eyes had rolled back as her head thrashed back and forth in the throes of passion. Her beautiful red hair spread out around her head like a halo as she thrust her cunt up to the woman's eager lips.
"Harder! Faster! Fuck me, goddammit, tongue-fuck me harder!" Clutching the woman's hair, Rusty pulled her wet face into the soaking mass of her cunt. Urgently, she thrust her pussy upward with her hips, telling Mona with her actions that she wanted her to take more, more, more ... all of her cunt.
The young girl's legs and thighs were spread as wide as they could go as she willed with her body and her mind for her cunt lips to expand to their fullest and try to envelop all of Mona's face between their wet, spongy flaps.
And then she came. Without warning, the cap exploded off her violent desire.
But it wasn't just a come.
It was the searing heat of a blast furnace that soared through every pore in the heated inner walls of her pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods, as Mona, sensing the come, inserted two more fingers into her asshole and continued to scoop with adoring love at her cunt with her tongue.
It wasn't momentary. It seemed to go on, and on, as Mona, like the master she was, held the young girl right on the very peak of passion, causing eruption after eruption to spill gush after gush of cunt juice from her steaming cunt.
When that first come had barely subsides, Mona struggled up and over Rusty's body until their legs became two crisscrossed vees, with their cunts at the apex.
"Now, my little darling, I'm going to fuck you," Mona moaned.
Rusty felt the woman's clitoris touch her own. Between them, the lips of the two pussies clasped in wet suction. Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's clasping, grinding cunts.
"Yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Jesus, that's too goddam good to be true!" Rusty gasped as she came again.
And still it didn't stop.
Rusty took Mona by the ass and dragged her cunt around until it was directly in front of her face.
"Yes, baby," the woman cooed. "Take a taste. That's it, put your tongue right in it, little lover! Eat me!"
Rusty eagerly buried her head between Mona's upthrust, quivering thighs. The willing pussy opened wide at the touch of the young, tender lips. Inhaling the combination of odors inside Mona's seething cunt, Rusty jammed her tongue between the pulpy lips and started to suck.
"Yes, baby," Mona breathed, "you're getting there. That's it ... that's how to eat cunt! Eat it, lover! Suck my fucking pussy! Lick the shit out of my ass! Eat, suck, fuck!"
The total penetration of her pussy by the cock-tongue drove Mona wild. Her legs shot straight up from the floor and sagged apart until they could spread no more. She balled her fists and placed them under her ass to lift her pussy even higher. The older woman's flesh fairly rippled in delight as Rusty's cock-like tongue flew in and out of her throbbing, creaming hole. Its hard tip traced a path from the woman's clit to her asshole.
Mona applied all the pressure of her belly muscles to create a giant expansion in hqc cunt. Rusty felt the walls pulling away till there was suddenly nothing inside the woman's cunt but a vacuum. It drove her wild to be able to slosh her tongue around from side to side inside the pussy. Mona's hole, slimy with juices, slithered across Rusty's cheeks and chin, adding to the young girl's already maddening ecstasy.
Again she rammed her tongue hard up Mona's sucking pussy and felt her chin nuzzle the anus below it. She rammed the hardness of her teeth, buffered only by the thin flesh of her upper lip, against Mona's throbbing clitoris.
The older woman's hips became pistons under power as she felt them lunge upward and drive the girl's tongue on into her pussy. She felt the gushes of a small climax start and pour from her spread lips to flow downward and glue her thighs together in their descending wake.
"I'm coming, honey! Ohhhh, I'm coming good ... real good! Don't stop! Keep sucking and tonguing, baby! For God's sake, don't stop!"
The bittersweet juices rushed into Rusty's mouth. The girl tasted and devoured them as she placed her hands on the woman's cheeks and spread them wide in preparation for the on-coming tide she knew would soon follow.
"Oh, God, yes! I'm coming! Make it a big one for me, honey! Help me come good!" Mona screamed, her whole body now writhing in lustful torment. "Stick your hand up my cunt....yes, that's it! Put your whole fucking hand up my pussy!"
Mona's body became wilder and more frantic as the young girl carried out her wishes.
"AARRRGGGHHHH! Yes, fuck me with your hand and your tongue at the same time! OHHHH, IT'S SOOO GOOOOOOD! Tear me apart, honey! I love it!"
Rusty sucked and kneaded the throbbing clit with the hard tip of her tongue as she made a plunger out of her hand and jammed it in and out, as far as her wrist, into Mona's willing hole.
"OH, FUCK ... I'M BLOWING UP!" Mona screamed as she arched her back and corded every muscle in her body. She threw her cunt against the multiple instruments of pleasure and pain with lust. At last she exploded in the throbbing ecstasy of total release. Her cunt released its flood gates, pouring forth a stream of hot juices.
The hot juice seared across Rusty's tongue and seeped in waves down her throat. Slurping sounds came from her throat as she sucked and swallowed the cum from Mona's cunt as fast as it came.
At last, when the heaving body beneath her started to ease, Rusty raised her head from the soggy pussy mound. She looked up between the heaving hugeness of Mona's tits and smiled.
The older woman returned her look through heavy-lidded, reddened eyes. She looked down between the mountains of her breasts at Rusty and lolled her thick tongue out between her lips. She ran the red tip around and around her lips in open invitation.
Rusty's own juices still flowed like a miniature river from her puffy gash. They traced a path down her inner thighs as she swung her body up and over Mona's breasts. She moved on up over the gathered mounds until her cunt was nearly resting on Mona's chin.
"That's it, baby," Mona cooed. "Bring your beautiful cunt up here to mama. Give it to me, baby. Give that pussy of yours to me so I can suck and eat."
My God, Rusty thought, this woman could never get enough. But then, she mused, smiling, as she lowered her soaking cunt over Mona's waiting mouth, neither can I.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, Rusty had barely entered her office when Russell Burton buzzed her. "Yes, sir?"
"Dinner ... your place ... tonight!" He didn't wait for a reply.
The father's voice brought back a memory of the son's warmth and gentleness. She tried to push Marty from her mind, but couldn't. Later in the day the phone rang. It was Marty.
"Hi, how are you, Rusty?" he chimed, happily.
"Oh, hello...." She looked instinctively toward the door which led into Russell's office.
"How about it, tonight?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Marty, but ... I don't think so. Something's come up."
There was a long drawn-out silence and then he asked, "giving me the brush?"
"No ... honest."
"Then how about tomorrow?"
"Okay ... tomorrow. But meet me at the apartment. I don't want ... well, you know your father's rules ... about dating. I don't know if he would like the idea of us ... at least, not right away. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure. Anything you say."
They talked for a short time, every moment sending shivers of fear along Rusty's back; shivers which were both exciting and sensual. Finally he said goodbye, and she sat there, numbed by the fact that she actually was looking forward to being with him the next night and wished it was sooner.
Russell decided to close the office early. They left together and Rusty felt a stab of conscience, mixed emotions at spending a long evening of sex with the older Burton.
Russell was depressed over dinner. He had several drinks before and demanded more after.
As she poured a huge shot of brandy into a snifter, Russell stepped behind her and whacked her hard across the buttocks. "Where were you last night?"
"Out. It's none of your business. You don't own me!"
"The hell, I don't. I stopped by ... you weren't here." He stared accusingly at her, his eyes boring deep.
"I had a date."
"With whom?"
His manner and his possessive tone was getting to her. She decided to needle a little. "Somebody." She coyly teased him with her eyes. "Maybe it was your little boy."
"Shit," he boomed, and took half the glass in one swallow.
"Why shit, Mr. High-and-Mighty?" Now she was mad.
"You just wouldn't fit with Marty," he grinned, pushing a hand between her breasts under her jumper.
"What makes you think I wouldn't fit with Marty?" she inquired innocently, leading the way to the bedroom.
"I don't think I like talking about it," he announced.
"Why not? He's my age ... and damned good looking." She sat down, looked up at him, her face blank of all expression.
"I don't want you talking about my son. He's a nice guy ... you're a bitch!"
Rusty grinned, pulled him down beside her, caressed his chest, let her fingers slide over his lips. "What would you do, daddy, if I went out with that little son of yours?"
The man tensed, his eyes narrowed, his face hardened. "Don't let me catch you, Rusty...."
"I just think maybe I'll go out with him ... just to see what you'd do," she announced, teasing him with her lips, brushing them along his cheek.
"You do and I'll...."
"You'll do nothing, Russell. You wouldn't do a thing, because you need me. And you wouldn't want to be turned off ... just like that!" She snapped her fingers in front of his nose. Her face was hard, her eyes burning into his.
"What's wrong with you?" Burton demanded, staring at her.
"Just that I don't like being told what to do ... who I can see, and who I can't see. You don't have any hold on me, old man, and you never will. Just get that through your head. I sleep with whom I like ... and nobody is going to tell me who I can't sleep with!"
"When it comes to my family ... I'll tell you who!"
"Shut up, old man," she snapped, tapping his face with her hand. "Get on with what you want, or I'll send you packing ... without any goodies!"
Russell glared at her angrily. His fists knotted up, his face grew red, his breath sucked in and out. "You push me, Rusty ... sometimes too far. Don't push too far this time, because I might do something ... something violent."
"Like hitting me?" she laughed, tapping his face again, a little harder. "You'd really hit a woman!" She slapped him then, hard, a stinging blow which reddened his cheek. Her laughter mocked him. "You would hit a woman!"
"You slut!" he hissed, reaching for her.
They ground their bodies together, their lips tightly pressing open and moist, their tongues dancing until Rusty drew his so tightly into her mouth that he groaned, pushing against her breasts in his attempt to get away. She bit his tongue and felt a giggle bubble up through her chest at the violent reaction he had.
He jerked away, slapped her face and then took hold of her dress, ripping it violently from her. His hand jumped for her tightly restraining bra and jerked it up, yanking her body up with it.
"You animal!" she cursed, hitting his chest, his face. "You dirty animal! That dress cost me ... it'll cost you, too, daddy!"
All the time her face and voice laughed at him.
Violently he stripped her bra off' and feasted savagely on her huge, supple breasts.
God, but he is an animal, she thought, leaning back on the bed and enjoying the savage, intense pain of his teeth and hands on her breasts. He's a sexual animal, and I love it.
"Oh, you're really flying tonight, daddy," she moaned, pulling his teeth and lips harder against her breasts. "It's gonna be a good one!"
For a long time he managed to keep his attention on her breasts before the need for something more completely consuming pulled him away from her. He undressed, fast, then pulled her to her feet. His hands stripped the dress and clothing from her body, until she was as naked as himself.
Without a word, he threw her down on the bed and moved next to her. But Rusty slipped away and stood glaring at him, laughing.
"Nothing tonight, Russell ... nothing for daddy tonight. Unless you can get me ... unless you can really get me ... and hold me!"
It was a challenge meant for his manhood because of his age. She had done it many times before. She knew it unnerved him and, if she kept at it long enough, angered him.
He came to his feet, leaped for her, got hold of her shoulder, and whipped her around. His other hand slapped across her face, then it slipped around to the back of her neck, crushing her lips against his.
All the time a bubbling laughter was singing in his ears.
Finally he threw her back on the bed, still holding her powerfully in his grip. She struggled, cut her fingernails into his flesh, thrilling to the pain when he pressed to her soft body. His hands got hold of her hands and held them to her side as his lips teased her breasts with voluptuous kisses.
His teeth raked her nipple and she yelped in pain. "God, you're a wanton little bitch!"
"Be a man, daddy. Gimme your cock!"
He moved his big body up over hers until he could grasp her breasts in his hands. Then he angled his hard cock into the deep valley between them. Savagely, he molded her breasts over his prick and began pumping his hips furiously back and forth.
"That's not doin' me any good, daddy. Is that all you're gonna do ... is that all you're good for?"
"I'll do more."
"What more, daddy?" she taunted, clamping her teeth on the inner side of one thigh and drawing blood. "Tell me what you want to do, daddy!"
"I want to fuck you in the cunt with it...." He started moving his hips slowly back and forth, jacking his big prick in between her tits, " ... and I want to fuck your face with it!"
Rusty made an "o" of her mouth and flicked her tongue at the cockhead each time it came toward her face between her tits. He teased himself by allowing it to come closer and closer to her lips with each thrust. He had no idea that his actions were heating up Rusty to a fever pitch.
Finally she could take it no longer. She freed one of her arms from his knee and grabbed his cock in her moist hand. "Gimme," she cried out, and pulled the bulbous head between her lips. She hollowed her cheeks, shoved the hard tip of her tongue against the tiny eye of his cock, and started sucking wildly.
Russell shoved forward with his hips as she eagerly accepted his thick meat in her throat.
"Yeah! Oh, shit, yeah!" he groaned. "Your fucking mouth feels like a cunt!"
She rocked her head backward and forward, nibbling and sucking hard on his root as it rammed her face. The warm, liquid, swirling suck of her mouth and tongue made him squirm above her. He lifted his ass from her tits and stretched his legs out behind him, between hers. Now he could ram his cock clear down her throat in long, steady strokes and fuck her head like he would fuck her body very, very soon.
Rusty worked like a master on his prick while he balanced himself with his head and used his hands on her big breasts. They were huge and firm, with hard nipples and dark, soft aureoles.
She was hotter than hell. Her ass began to twitch and squirm on the bed, hunching and humping at the nothingness that lay above her oozing cunt.
It was a good cock, Rusty thought, caught up now in the joy of fucking, as she always was, no matter whose cock was fucking her. She wanted it in her pussy, but she couldn't, bear to take it out of her mouth. She wanted to taste some of his hot, salty cum first.
Then fiery, sticky juices from his powerful balls streamed down her throat both inside and outside. She swallowed and then swallowed again. When the jet streams from his cock subsided a little, she pulled her mouth free.
"Oh, shit, daddy," she whispered, "don't put it all in my mouth. My pussy wants a little, too!"
"I ... I don't know...."
She squeezed the last drops of jism from his cock. They trickled in silver strands down on her breasts, but his prick hadn't diminished in size or rigidity. If anything, it was harder and throbbing stronger than ever.
"Hurry and put it in my belly, daddy! Then I can get myself off before it melts!"
"You never get enough, do you!"
"I couldn't ... from you."
He slid his hips down until they were between her thighs and put his lips to her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you till your pussy cries uncle!"
"That'll be the day, you old fart!"
She reached between them and folded around his turgid prick. She squeezed it hard, feeling the power it still held, and ran the throbbing head up and down her oozing slit. Each time it scratched across her clit she squirmed and moaned.
"Pour it to me," she groaned, positioning his big cock just inside her cunt lips.
Russell was breathing hard as his prick slid into her. She kissed him, clamping her teeth down on his lips at the same time. He growled and shoved the rest of his meat up her juice-soaked cunt hole. When he had it all inside her writhing pussy, he slowly began to move his ass up and down.
Rusty gasped. "Good cock ... good cock ... good cock," she chanted.
"Hurtin' you, baby?" he laughed.
"Shit, no," she moaned, "get it on! Keep it comin' ... it's good ... it's fuckin' good!"
He began fucking steadily, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. It seemed that the harder he fed his meat to her, the more she groaned for it.
She began panting heavily as her first climax overtook her. He's a good fucker, she thought, wriggling her ass in his hands. He was ramming her, holding her tightly and pumping his hard meat into her with a fury.
She trembled violently. "I got it, daddy! I got it, I got my come!" she cried.
She started to convulse. She began to writhe and buck her ass harder. She kept writhing over his driving cock, forcing him to fuck her even harder. She kissed him sensuously and squeezed his cock inside the velvet lips of her cunt as she finished her tremendous come.
"Didn't you come, too?" she gasped.
"Shit, no, baby," he growled. His eyes smoldered down into hers. "You wanted to get laid ... all right, now I'm gonna lay you! You'll see, you little bitch. I'm just getting started!"
And he was.
On and on he went. She worked her cunt muscles and the rest of her body every way she could to make him come.
He just kept having the time of his life, pounding into her. Once again his prick, combined with her own seething pussy and her nearly insatiable lust, brought her to the peak of desire.
"You got it again, didn't you, baby?" he said.
"Almost ... almost," she panted in reply.
He bored deeper into the warm, clasping cunt walls, burying himself completely inside her and groaning in delight as his balls slapped against the white, soft moons of her young, upturned ass cheeks. The girl's mouth opened and closed from the pressure of having a fuck so deep and far up inside her heaving belly.
She whimpered as he began thrusting in and out of her tightly clinging little pussy, wiggling her buttocks around in tiny little circles, trying her best to bring him off.
She could feel his balls slamming up against the soft, wide-spread cunt lips and the maddening tickle of his bristly hair brushing again and again against her clit. The swollen pink lips of her tightly clasping pussy drew back each time he lifted himself to pump his lust-hardened cock even deeper into her. The fleshy outer layers of her cunt clutched at his cock as though reluctant to ever let it leave.
And then she came again. "Fuck me! Fuck into me harder!" she cried joyously. "Fuck my cunt harder!"
Underneath him, the wanton body became wilder and wilder as her breath rasped hoarsely. Her smooth, white ass rose to meet his every desire-driven thrust, and each time he buried his pounding prick to the hilt in her, she wiggled wildly, like an animal in heat.
Their joint cries were a confusion of grunts and groans as they tore madly on, the sweat of passion dripping heatedly from their bodies.
Rusty finished another come and still he fucked.
It felt to the young redhead like there would be no end to his staying power this night.
"What the hell's wrong with you tonight?" she finally cried out. "Can't you get it off?"
"Oh yeah, I can get it off, all right," Burton hissed back at her.
Then he pulled his cock with a slurping sound from her creaming pussy and rose to his knees above her. As he straddled her body, he fisted his cock, pumping it a few times. Suddenly he spewed his cum over her naked belly and breasts. The last few globs of watery spunk landed on her face and in her hair.
"You cocksucker!" Rusty screamed. "Why'd you do a stupid fucking thing like that for?"
"Because I felt like it," Burton said, and rolled to the side of the bed, chuckling. "Just can't explain it."
Rusty rolled off the bed and grabbed his silk shirt from the floor. Before he could stop her, she had smeared it with his own cum and run both sleeves through the sticky moisture between her thighs.
"You cunt!"
"See if you can explain that to your old lady, or your maid." She threw the shirt at him, grabbed a bottle of bourbon, and darted into the bathroom. The door slammed behind her.
A few seconds later he heard her gargling. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," she shouted. "I'm just trying to get your putrid taste out of my mouth."
Burton grimaced and inspected the stained shirt. "One of these days," he muttered to himself. "One of these days I'll really beat her ass black and blue. Then I'll get somebody to stick a needle in her arm and sell her to a Chinaman."
* * *
Marty lay on the sofa watching television. He had turned the sound off an hour' before when he found himself thinking more about Rusty than the program. Why hadn't she been able to go out with him? Did she have a lover?
The more he thought about her, the more he realized that he wanted her.
He became restless and soon tormented with the temptation to go across the hall and play games with Heather Paley. He had seen her in the hall earlier. Her eyes had held an invitation, but the image of Rusty had held him back.
But now, feeling his loins on fire with a need for Rusty, he reasoned that nothing was wrong in satisfying that need with Heather.
He reached for the phone, dialed the number, and waited. "Hi. This is Marty Burton."
"Hello, love."
"Are you busy?"
"Uh. ... well, I will be in about an hour."
"Oh. Well, maybe some other time."
"Hey, wait a sec," she added quickly. "I said in an hour."
"You mean...?"
"An hour's an hour, lover."
Ten seconds later Marty was ringing her bell. When the door opened, he completely forgot Rusty. He didn't think about Janice, either. His eyes were filled with Heather's statuesque beauty. Even in a plain blouse and skirt, her body was electrifying.
She motioned him in and pushed the door shut behind him. Taking her in his arms, Marty completely forgot what she had said about an hour. He wanted all night with this deliciously sensual woman. Without one word passing between them, he gave her a deep, lingering kiss. It was nice, warm, almost loving.
And then her body came alive against him. She wore no bra beneath the blouse and her nipples burned his chest through the material of his shirt. She was moaning into his mouth, pulling and urging him toward the bedroom.
He tried to hold her back. He wanted to just hold her for a few moments, love her, build up slowly to their lovemaking. He broke the kiss.
"Heather...."
"C'mon. Let's go."
"But...."
"But what?" She seemed irritated. "Do you want to fuck or not, Marty? I told you my date will be here in an hour."
"But can't we just hold each other for a little bit first?"
"Marty, remember what I told you the last time you were here? When you were leaving? I "said no to a second time. It's never as good as the first."
"Yeah ... I remember."
"Well, I'm making an exception to the rule. Don't fuck it up!"
Heather turned and walked into the bedroom. Marty followed her like a trained puppy. When she reached the bed she turned. Her face was a mask of desire as she pulled her blouse over her head and unfastened the buttons on her skirt. With a careless toss, she threw both garments to the floor.
The sight of her voluptuous body naked before him, forced all thoughts of tenderness or love from Marty's mind. In their place came raw, unadulterated lust.
She stood completely naked, the russet, curling hairs of her pussy already glistening from her arousal. Absently, Marty wondered if Rusty's pubic hair was the same dark, auburn shade.
"Well?"
"What?"
Heather's huge, pendulous breasts quivered in proud anticipation as she threw her head back, almost insolently. "Are you going to gawk, or are we going to fuck?"
"You are truly a woman who knows her body, aren't you?" he said, his even teeth shining in a smile that was as much anger as amusement.
"Yeah, I know my body. And right now it wants to get fucked. Get naked, Marty," she crooned. "Right now ... hurry! I want to see your big, hard cock!"
His prick was a rigid pole in his pants. He clawed at his clothes until he was as naked as she.
It was obvious that she didn't want any foreplay and, suddenly, neither did he. It was simple and straight-forward; she wanted cock and he wanted pussy.
"C'mon, baby. Give me all your sweet dick!"
She settled back on the bed. He took his already rigid prick in his hand and stared longingly at the pink, gooey slit of her cunt. He didn't want to say anything, do anything but fuck her. Easy and quick, deep and clean, letting nothing interfere with the sensations of his cock sliding skillfully into her cunt.
He climbed on top of her and she spread her legs for him, grabbing his cock and guiding it directly to her pussy, which was wet and tight.
He lodged the head of his cock in her cunt lips and let it settle there. A tiny bit of cum oozed from the head, allowing it to slip in a bit at a time. The friction of his huge hunk of meat soon had her juices flowing like a river.
She sighed happily and wrapped her legs loosely around his back as his cock snaked far up into her belly. She thrust her pelvis up at him and they were locked to it, both moving in time, giving each the maximum pleasure possible.
"Ohhhh, that's nice, Marty," she crooned in his ear. "Put it all in, fill me up with your beautiful cock. Hurry, honey, hurry! We don't have much time."
Marty wanted to tell her to shut up and fuck. She wanted to fuck, all right, let's not talk about it, let's do it!
But he knew he wasn't brave enough for that. He kissed her instead.
Their mouths locked in a tongue-entwining kiss as they ground their pubic bones together. He pounded her steadily and hard, and she responded as her cunt warmed up. The strong inner muscles were milking his cock, sucking it in deeper and deeper. Feather-like movements deep in her pussy seemed to whisk over the head of his big prick, making his cum start to bubble in his balls.
He began plunging in and out like an animal. Her hands were w-edged under her ass. She moved an exploratory finger around her own anus, and then plunged it in to the second joint. She joined that finger with another and kept time with his pounding cock.
"I ... I'm going ... to come. Oh shit, I can feel it boilin' up!"
"Yes, yes," Heather cried, her eyes bright as the pupils rolled far back in her head. "I've got to get dressed soon, honey. Hurry! Put your cock clear in to the end of my cunt and put the fire in my pussy out for awhile!"
Shut up, shut up, his mind screamed.
"Come ... COME!" she wailed. "Pour your meat to me and give me all your hot cum! Floor me with your fucking cum, Marty! Hurry, I've got to go."
And then together they came, Marty pouring his boiling cum far inside her cunt. He plunged it in as far as it would go and let it throb and spurt deep within her, filling her with the fluids of his balls. She came just as hard, her cunt writhing over his hard, full shaft. She stuck three fingers deep into her ass and ground down on them, pushing them in as far as possible and then spreading them inside her, making her own asshole hurt, giving her come added pleasure.
And then they parted, satiated. Marty climbed wearily to a sitting position on the bed and idly flicked his cock against his leg, looking down at her.
"That was nice," she said.
"Yeah, yeah, nice," he said, feeling as though 'he should find his wallet and give her twenty dollars.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rusty accepted the next time Marty called for a date. For the following month it became a pattern; brutal sex with the father one night and warm, loving conversation with the son the other nights.
Russell Burton kept pumping her about the dates, wanting to know who she was going out with.
"None of your business!" she snapped, tempted to tell him the truth, just to see what he'd do about it. But she decided to wait until the right time, the right moment when it would come naturally. Then she'd have the fun of taunting him, or teasing him, or making life as miserable as possible. Because Rusty was aware of one truth about Russell Burton, he would want her bad enough to do exactly what she said. He needed a whipping dog, and she was it. He needed her more than he realized, and she was fully aware of her hold on the man.
The older man might guess that her dates were with his son, but he couldn't be sure. Rusty knew she was getting too embroiled with Marty emotionally. Since dating him she had even toyed with the idea of scrapping her plan to blackmail Monica Burton.
Then, one night after a date with Marty, it all changed.
They had dinner at an ultra-expensive restaurant outside of town, the kind of restaurant that Russell would never take her to for fear of them being seen together. Marty was gracious and adoring and Rusty loved it.
Afterwards, they took a long drive through the country, then returned to town. They had talked a lot and discovered many things in common. Rusty loved to sit in the evening and listen to music, they both liked going to plays, movies, doing little, quiet things together.
Parked outside her apartment, they sat in a car, continuing to talk. Neither of them was saying what was on both their minds. They sat close, touching, talking.
Then suddenly Rusty spoke. "It's been a lovely evening, Marty."
"Yes," he murmured, pulling her into his arms.
Her lips, dimpled, soft, lovely turned under his, trembled. He heard her whimper slightly and then she pulled away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing...." Her eyes were moist, her face drawn. She was lying, hiding something from him, he was sure.
"What's wrong, Rusty?"
Suddenly, she crushed herself to him, her lips finding his, opening, and he felt her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. Her breasts were soft against his chest, heaving. Her body clung to him as if seeking strength, as if attempting to find all there was of him. Then, without a good-bye, she slipped from him, out of the car.
Marty rushed after her, caught her shoulders as she was just about to climb up the steps to her apartment.
"Rusty ... tell me what's wrong," he demanded, drawing her closer.
"It's you ... and me. Everything is so beautiful. I've never been treated like this before-" Her voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.
"What way?"
She turned and looked directly into his eyes. "Marty ... Marty, you're a nice guy ... I like you a lot ... I...." Then she looked down at her feet. A moment passed and she raised her head; she was smiling. Her arms circled his neck and she drew him closer. They kissed for a moment, and then she stepped away.
"See you tomorrow?" he asked.
"No, Marty. Not tomorrow."
"When?"
"I'll call you. I have things to attend to. Believe me, Marty, I'll call you the moment I'm free...." And then she was gone.
He got back into his car, numbed by what had happened. He couldn't understand her sudden change of moods, her effect on him. Yet he was humming all the way back to his apartment.
Rusty leaned against her door, looking into the blackness of the darkened room, her breathing labored, her body bathed in sweat. For a long time she stood there, shaking.
Marty Burton was so strangely wonderful. He affected her in a way which no man ever had. He was gentle, kind, understanding and had demanded nothing in return except her company. In his arms she had felt a goodness, a strange wonderful sensation which overwhelmed and terrified her. It seemed a damned shame to take advantage of him.
For a moment she had almost told him what she was, what she planned on doing, told him to leave her alone and never come back to her again. Then selfish need overruled her impulsive desire. She realized how impossible it was to consider anything other than the far-reaching desire to get as much out of her life as possible. She couldn't turn away from a gold mine which was being offered her.
Marty was, after all, a man; like all men, he was a beast who had to be conquered, shredded to pieces in the arms of her love. Her own desire for him would bring their bodies together soon. It was to have been tonight; but something had held her off.
Then it hit her.
Oh, my God, she thought, I'm falling in love with him. But no, that's impossible. Or is it?
She didn't have a lot of time to formulate an answer. The door behind her burst open, sending her sprawling across the living room floor. The lights came on, almost blinding her, and standing above her, his face a mask of contempt and hatred, was Russell Burton.
"You cunt ... you bitch!" he howled. "So it is Marty!" His voice was thick with emotion and his eyes were threatening.
"Listen, you bastard," Rusty hissed. "I told you. What I do is none of your business!"
"And I told you what I'd do."
"What?"
"Kill you."
"Shit," she laughed.
Russell stepped close, his hand raised.
"Going to hit me?" she taunted, pushing her breasts against him. "Go ahead ... hit me! You know how I like that! Just go and hit me ... but you can't stop me from seeing Marty!"
He moved away, his barrel chest heaving. His shoulders sagged and he looked away from her.
"What's with you, Rusty?" he demanded, slumping into a chair.
"Nothing ... just nothing. I do what I like and that's it. If you don't like the way things are going ... well, we can just stop. Right now. I'll go get another job ... and we're finished ... as of now."
She folded her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
Burton's eyes grew large. He leaned forward, staring at her body. There was defeat in his face, a defeat which was complete, without even the suggestion of a fight in it.
"See, Russell ... you don't have a chance, and you know it. You want me. You want me, bad!" She quickly slipped out of her dress, unclasped her bra, let him see her naked breasts, then moved to the large couch on the side wall. "Come on, get me ... come on, daddy, get me good," she murmured sensuously, knowing the power of her body, knowing that this display would prove to him beyond a doubt that he was helpless to do anything, anything at all to stop her. He would want her more, now, because the fury was building in him at that moment, a fury which would cry for release.
She lay provocatively on her stomach, waiting.
The man let out a low animal growl. "You little whore!"
Then he leaped across the room, his hand hammering down on her naked ass, sending a wave of voluptuous pleasure through her. The hand slapped down again and she clawed against the sofa, sobbing, her eyes closing against the sudden pleasure that whipped her body.
It was a long time before the violence in the man simmered down enough so that he could jerk her around and move down against her.
"See? ... see how much you want my body ... my pussy? Take your clothes off, Russell. You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes, dammit."
"Well, take your clothes off. It's easier to fuck without your clothes on."
Burton's clothes fell away from his body while his eyes assimilated hers for the hundredth time since he had become entrapped by her and his own lust.
Her naked beauty thrilled him, as it always did. She cupped her breasts in invitation and need filled his loins.
"You've got a good, hard cock, old man. Are you just gonna stand there and play with it?"
"I hate your fucking guts, Rusty," Burton said, his mouth kissing her neck as his hands roamed over the firm, out-thrust breasts. One hand dropped from her breast to roll over her rounded stomach. He found her thick, young bush and plunged two fingers through the pubic hairs into the hot opening.
"Ouch!"
"Good, huh?" he said.
"Yeah ... it hurts," she replied. "Do it some more."
He put his cock between her legs and took her standing up. She spread her legs for his entrance and took all of his rigid meat easily up into her sopping cunt. He pounded into her pussy like a wild man and came almost immediately.
His thick jism shot into her in great wads, giving them both more pleasure than either would admit.
"You're a lousy fuck, daddy. Fuck me some more!"
"I hate you, Rusty, but I love your rotten cunt!"
Far from going limp, he retained his erection. To her surprise, he kept humping her even harder, plunging his cock in and out of her slurping pussy.
This time she joined him all the way; leaping on the balls of her feet, she twisted her taut ass and ground her cunt over his surging rod. She mewled in delight as she kissed him and thrust her tongue deep into his throat.
"I'm coming!" she cried.
"Whores don't come," he replied caustically.
"This whore does, you asshole," she said, "because she loves to fuck so much."
"You're crazy!"
"Never mind. Just fuck me! I'm coming, dammit!"
Suddenly her cunt seemed to open wider and close tight, then even tighter, and she became hysterical, bucking into him wildly.
It was difficult to stay in her. He clutched her hard. "Easy, we've got all night."
"Ah, no! No, I tell you....Noooooo!"
Russell pulled out, passing his mouth over whatever areas of, her body excited him. Her skin was tight and fresh, her body totally sexual.
He wanted to play with that body for awhile, but she was screaming for another orgasm. They dropped to the floor and started fucking again.
Rusty raised her legs high, guided him knowingly to the center of her cunt, and took his cock up her in one lunge.
"You don't know how to fuck very good, daddy, but you've got a big cock."
"Shut up, you rotten bitch."
Her thighs, holding him close, were strong, her belly cushiony, her pussy tight and moist. Her fabulously shaped body bent, her ass bounced up like balls, and he was sheathed, running right in on the well-oiled track. Her hips writhed spasmodically while he jabbed into her. Her arms clasped tight around his neck.
He tried to grasp her grinding, elusive rump with one hand and a firm breast with the other. She popped, climaxing silently, not saying a word, only gasping when she felt his cum flushing her insides.
Suddenly, she hauled off and smacked his face, causing his ears to ring. Another shot, coming right up from the floor, rocked his head and left his eyes running water.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Hah, hah, fight me, fight me, fight little me."
With his body w-edged between her taut thighs, he delivered a dozen slaps to her face. Her head went this way and that, and thin trails of blood leaked from both corners of her mouth. But she didn't cry. Instead, she laughed and begged him for more.
Masochistically, she shoved her ass up. His hands clutched her cheeks and he sank his teeth into her shoulders and started to rise and fall, finding that as he pumped away, his cock stiffened even harder.
She sank back, moving only the lower part of her body while he went up and down, diving into her with long strokes of his prick. Now and then he altered the rhythm of his attack, and soon he was crooning another climax.
"Oh God, it's good. It's so good. I love you ... Jesus, I love you, you rotten bitch."
She kept humping her cunt up over his plunging rod and laughing up into his face.
"See, Russell, what I mean? You need me ... you need me a lot more than you realize. You won't turn me off. You couldn't, and you won't do a damn thing about your son. You understand?"
She grabbed his head and pulled it around so that their eyes met. Even though he was fucking, loving every touch of her pussy against the flesh of his cock, his eyes bore down into hers with hatred.
"You bitch, I could kill you," he groaned in a rasping voice.
"But you won't. And you won't get in my way, either. You understand that?"
"Don't push too far, Rusty. Don't push me too far."
She slithered from beneath his body. His rigid cock popped from her cunt with a slurping sound. She kicked him in the side, hard, with the side of her foot. "You better understand it, or no more of Rusty's pussy for daddy!"
"That's what you think, bitch!"
He grabbed her by the throat. She fought like a wild cat as he dragged her into the bedroom. She scratched, she screamed, she tried to gouge out his eyes with her long, blood-red nails. But the more she fought the more he wanted to fuck her and the harder his cock got.
His hands kneaded her globe-like tits, making the huge buds of her nipples stand out while he held her body to the bed with the weight of his own.
She tried to wrench her knee upward between his legs.
He only laughed and dropped one of his hands to her bared knee and slipped it roughly up towards the fullness of her thighs.
"I hate you, but you're right," he hissed. "I love to fuck you!"
She struck out blindly with her nails again. He responded by slapping her hard across the face. It was a merciless, stinging blow that left her head ringing.
Her legs fell open and her ass came up off the bed in supplication. "Give it to me!"
His muscular, powerful hands reached for her, and with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up to him and thrust his mouth over hers. His tongue snaked down past her lips into the depths of her throat.
She bit it as she felt the hardness of his swelling cock digging into the tender softness of her vibrating belly.
In retaliation, he made a wedge of all five fingers on his right hand and savagely jammed it up her cunt. The pain went through her body like an electric shock.
She released his tongue and raised her head, moaning in lust at the pain he was generating between her thighs. She looked down at his huge, dripping cock poised above the hand that was hammering into her pussy.
"Put that in, too ... at the same time!"
Writhing, with her legs high in the air, the pink, wet flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in helpless giving. She could see the thick, white juice already seeping from the throbbing head of his waiting cock as it neared the spread lips of her cunt.
He bent his head to one full, bouncing tit and clamped his teeth hard on a nipple. He bit it and worried it, like dogs a bone, until she moaned in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.
"Hurry ... fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Levering himself upward, using all the strength in his powerful body, Burton slammed his cock all the way into her cunt, not stopping until his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapped flatly against the up-turned cheeks of her unresisting ass.
He let his weight settle down on her, crushing her fleshy, writhing butt farther into the mattress and flattening her huge, brown-tipped tits with his chest. He tensed his muscles, flexing his cock as hard as he could, curious to see what effect it would have on her.
He hadn't removed his fingers from her hole when he jammed his cock in. Her cunt was stretched to painful proportions. She screamed as he started pumping in and out of her. But it was a scream that urged him on, rather than one telling him to stop.
"Fuck me, daddy! Hit me! Hit me hard!"
He slapped her.
"Harder!"
He did it again. The palm of his hand landed on her face like the cracking of a whip.
"Again!"
"Jesus, Rusty ... I'll tear your fucking head off."
She didn't hear him. She was coming. "Harder ... fuck me harder! Hit me harder...."
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning Rusty could barely crawl out of bed. Her body ached and burned from the sex and beating at the hands of Russell Burton. But she admitted to herself that she had loved it. She also reasoned that she couldn't do without it, and she would never get it from a gentle soul like Marty.
That fact, and Russell Burton's vow that if she had any real ideas about Marty he would tell his son the whole story about them, made up her mind.
She called the office. "Mr. Burton," she demanded of the switchboard operator.
Russell's voice came on. "Where the hell are you? You're supposed to be in the office by now."
"Fuck you, bastard. I'm beat to shit and you know why."
His tone changed. "Oh, You do sound pretty rough. I'm sorry. Check with me in the morning. Maybe it would be better if you took a couple days off."
Rusty replaced the receiver and stood a moment, considering. The direct approach would be best, she decided. Go out and see Monica Burton and, one way or another, get the woman to let her stay. Then just let things work out naturally.
Again she reached for the phone and dialed.
A woman's voice answered. "Hello? Burton residence."
"Mrs. Burton, please."
"This is she."
"Mrs. Burton, this is Rusty Dale. I wonder if I could see you. It's terribly important." Rusty let the implication of intrigue slip into her voice.
There was a strained silence on the other end. "What is it you wanted?"
"Something private. Very private."
"Oh? Don't you work for my husband, Miss Dale?"
"You know I do," Rusty answered. "I stayed home from work just so I could see you."
"Very well. In an hour then?"
"An hour would be fine ... Monica."
* * *
Russell Burton sat in his office, fighting the violent emotions that whipped through him. It was nearly overwhelming to discover the complete depths of Rusty's mind. How could she have become what he now knew she was? How was it possible for one woman to be all the things Rusty was?
And what could he do about it?
He answered himself almost instantly. Nothing.
The total hunger he felt for her body had proved itself the previous night. He had never known any woman to be so child-like and innocent in appearance and so satanic in her actions. And he had never really realized just how far down to her level he, himself, had sunk. Was it too late?
Of all the women he had possessed, Rusty was the most horrifyingly desirable. The desire to release all his own frustration on her body was more than he could handle. He needed her and she knew it.
And in that knowledge, he wanted to kill either her or himself. Rusty made him face what he had become. She forced him to admit things which he didn't want to admit. She made it necessary to face the degenerate reality of his life, his marriage, and everything surrounding him.
What effect would she have on Marty? How could he stand by and let her filth rub off on his son?
For awhile he sat in his chair, fighting the impulse to call his son. Then suddenly he was dialing.
"Hello?" Marty's voice came over the receiver.
"Marty, how are you, son?"
"Fine, Dad. What's the event? Something wrong?"
Russell hesitated, then finally said: "I hear you're going out with my secretary, and...."
"Oh? How'd you find out?"
"That doesn't matter, son. The thing is...."
"Look, Dad ... about that. I don't know what you ... well, I just want you to understand that it's ... well, it could be...."
"Son, look, I wish you wouldn't see her!" Russell blurted out.
"I think that's between Rusty and me, Dad. I don't question your love life ... and I can't see what right you have to question mine."
"Marty, believe me, you'll be making a mistake...."
"So I'll make a mistake and...."
"She's a little tramp, Marty."
"Stop it, Dad! Rusty is one of the sweetest women I've ever known, and I don't like you...."
Russell slammed the receiver down on the hook and sat there, brooding.
"Shit," he said aloud. "How did I ever have a kid in the first place?"
* * *
Rusty was let into the house by a tall, slender, extremely attractive woman. She had aged a little since the picture she had given Mona Mossbury, but Rusty recognized her at once.
Rusty followed her from the hall into a high-ceilinged, expensively furnished living room. The woman moved with a carriage that conveyed her position in life that she enjoyed it.
Rusty sat, letting her loose skirt gather high on her legs. She acted as if she hadn't noticed just how much creamy white thigh was showing. The other woman's eyes noticed, though. There was a beady, almost greedy look in her expression.
"Well, Rusty, what was it that's so important? I don't believe there is anything you could tell me which would be shocking or...." Monica shrugged, very coldly, stiffly.
"It's not about your husband, if that's what you think," Rusty announced, deciding exactly what approach would be most effective.
"Oh?" The woman's eyebrows arched, giving her an expression of superior ice.
"No. I imagine you already know about his little escapades. And you probably know that he's tried things with me," Rusty pointed out, leaning forward, letting her neckline show the soft thrust of luscious flesh, as she lit a cigarette. She was pleased to see that Monica noticed her breasts.
"You surprise me," Monica said, suddenly relaxing, staring into Rusty's eyes. "What in the world are you here to talk about, then?"
"What do you think, Monica?" she smiled, putting a slight accent on the woman's name.
"I don't know, to be truthful."
"We're alone in the house?" Rusty inquired, standing, turning, looking around the room. "We are alone, aren't we?"
For a moment Monica hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes. I gave the servants the afternoon off when you called. I couldn't know for sure what it was you had in mind ... so ... I took care."
"I've heard stories about you, Monica," Rusty said. She turned and looked directly into the woman's eyes, letting her expression become intimate, suggestive. She smiled, moistened her lips with the point of her tongue. "I was wondering just how true they might be."
"What kind of stories?" Monica Burton shifted uneasily in the chair, as if guessing what the redhead had in mind.
Rusty changed the direction of her attack. "You're a handsome woman."
"Oh?" Monica frowned, studied Rusty for a moment, and then stood, stepped closer, reached out a thin finger to touch her shoulder. The touch was both casual and suggestively intimate so that it could be taken either way.
"Yes, I've heard stories ... so I wanted to find out if they're true. A woman can't be too careful, you know, and there just isn't that much of ... well, shall we say ... that many opportunities?"
"For what, dear?" Monica inquired, letting her eyes strip down Rusty's body.
"Oh ... opportunities like ... Mona Mossbury. That name do anything for you, Monica?"
The woman looked as if she had been hit in the face. Her features grew tight, her hands squeezed against her thighs. "What about Mona?"
"Some time ago, I got to talking to her ... we talked so much that she invited me up to her apartment to continue the conversation. She had a picture there, and I asked about it. I guess you know who was in the picture. Well, maybe now you understand."
Monica didn't say anything for a long time. Then finally she seemed to have made up her mind.
"How do I know that ... that my husband hasn't sent you?"
"Don't be silly. All you have to do is try me." Rusty leaned closer, let the warmth of her breath touch Monica's cheek. "Your husband has nothing to do with this. And how could he find out about the picture? You certainly wouldn't tell him ... would you?"
"Hell, no!" Monica exploded. Then she laughed. A moment later, frowned. "Why did you come, Rusty? Don't you think it's rather strange?"
"Not really," Rusty answered, leaning forward to slide her thrusting breasts against the woman's arm. "I saw that picture and ... well, you know how men are. Sometimes I get lonely ... lonely for a woman's warmth."
Monica hesitated only a moment and then slid an arm around her. "Yes ... I, I guess I do, too."
Rusty moved against her and let her head rest on one of Monica's ample breasts. She could feel the woman's body begin to shake. "Maybe that picture of you reminded me of someone I knew, someone I loved."
She rubbed a little harder against the fullness of the woman's breast. This time the nearness, the closeness became more inviting, and suddenly she raised her head, and as naturally as possible found the woman's lips, kissed them, gently, and then pulled shyly away. "You remind me of ... a woman I knew. She cared for me ... and showed me how wonderful it can be ... with a woman."
Monica stood there for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, it can be so wonderful ... so beautifully wonderful." She turned her eyes toward Rusty. "You are such a sweet dear, so beautiful, so young and wonderful. I've never known a girl so beautiful as you are, Rusty."
"Oh, Monica, I knew you would understand. The moment I saw your picture, I knew you would understand and ... love me ... and love me like I need to be loved."
Rusty flung her arms around the other woman, pulled herself tight against her. Her enormous breasts pressed tautly against Monica's. Their lips met. Monica's tongue parted Rusty's lips and delved into her throat. They trembled, holding each other tight in a desperate, hungry embrace. Then, finally, Monica gently pushed Rusty away.
"You are so lovely ... a person couldn't help desiring you. Such soft, young breasts, so lovely a body...." She broke off, closed her eyes, then sighed. "I can't think ... you have me all confused. I always entered things like this so carefully. Now ... now I don't know what I'm doing. It just doesn't seem possible that you are sitting here ... out of the blue. I don't know ... I can't understand what's happening, even. Oh, you are so beautiful...."
The sudden break in her words startled Rusty. Then she realized that the woman had taken the bait.
Monica took her hand and led her out of the living room, then up the steps to the second floor. All the time Rusty's brain was singing, laughing at the ease with which she had managed the impossible. In the beginning she had been unsure of herself, unsure of just how Monica Burton would react. But Russell Burton had made up her mind for her. She would seduce his wife, regardless of how it had to be done. The direct approach had been so impossibly easy that she was still dazed when the older woman closed the bedroom door and led her to the large, frilly bed in the middle of the room.
Rusty was looking at the bed, looking at the room, then looking at Monica. She smiled shyly at the woman, and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.
What a lonely creature, Monica thought. Poor little baby, alone in the world, unable to face the cruel universe which was just too large for her.
She could hardly believe this was happening so fast. Rusty was such a lovely girl, so direct, so honest. Like a little girl lost. The woman couldn't help feeling a motherly tenderness toward her, while at the same time feeling the lusting passion of one sexual creature for another.
What a beautiful body. Young, throbbing with life and emotion, passion.
"Well?" Rusty asked, sitting on the bed, looking up at Monica, her eyes an open invitation.
Monica imagined that she reminded Rusty of her mother; and that was the reason for the sudden burst of love. That was it. Rusty needed tenderness, comfort, love, things which Monica always had wanted to give, but never been able to give to anybody but her son. Marty was different; he was a man. Her son, but a man. And in a way that had always made him the enemy.
"Well?" Rusty said again.
Monica smiled and stepped to the girl, sat down beside her, took hold of one hand, folding it between both of her own.
She felt a sense of hesitation. It wasn't hard to imagine the delights which this beautiful young woman could offer, the soft, yielding flesh which would tremble under her own. Yet she hesitated, some inner emotion held her off, an instinctive motherly emotion. It seemed hard, at that moment, to think of Rusty as anything other than a young daughter. Then, as if Rusty guessed at her hesitation, the young woman pulled away from Monica and stood in front of her.
The redhead's eyes blazed, burning over Monica. Then she reached around her back, and in one quick motion, pulled her zipper down. The dress whispered softly to the floor. She stood there for a moment, letting Monica take in the soft, plush swell of her breasts which struggled against the tight bra, riding the flesh high on her chest. Her belly was soft, white, the tuck of her navel just peeking out over the pink panties. Her hips were rounded circles which bled off into well-formed thighs. Such a cute little package of womanhood, Monica thought.
Rusty slowly unlatched her bra and let it fall to her feet. Her breasts burst out, but didn't fall. They supported themselves on their high, invisible platform, their rose-colored centers calling hotly to Monica.
Rusty moved closer, her breasts even with Monica's face, tempting, soft beacons waiting to be brought to life.
"Kiss me...." Rusty murmured in a low, husky voice. "Kiss them...."
Then, without waiting for Monica to move, Rusty's hands folded around her head, caressing her neck, pushing her lips against one soft, hot breast.
Monica couldn't hold off any longer. The animal heat, the hunger which the young girl's voluptuous shape sparked deep within her, fired her lips into action. She folded her kiss around the soft pink of Rusty's nipple and felt the large globe press against the kiss. The nipple hardened fast under her kiss, becoming a hot little point against her dancing tongue.
She felt the girl move, and she was kissing the other breast. Her lips trembled against the yielding flesh; her insides suddenly flamed with erotic desire and she was holding Rusty, her arms hugging the redhead's chest to her kisses. A moan, low, animal, greedy, came from her lips as she moved back to the other breast.
"Ohhh, Monica, you're good," Rusty whispered, trembling. "You're good ... so good...."
A wildness overcame Monica then, and she kissed the girl's stomach, thrilling to the softness of the youthful flesh. Rusty was the youngest woman she had ever possessed and the wonderful silk of her flesh sent madness through her.
Her fingers worked wildly on the pink panties.
Rusty laughed and pulled away. "Oh, wait ... wait ... I want you, too."
Monica sat there, breathing hard, fighting back the overwhelming need to reach for the girl, to grind her lips against the soft, willing, yielding fires of that feminine body.
Then, slowly, as if coming out of a daze, she stood and started to undress herself. Rusty's hands moved to the dress, helping her. The touch, the intimate caresses which rushed over her body, drawing the clothing away, sent shivers of weakness through her.
She stood there, letting the younger woman undress her, letting those warm hands and fingers worry the wild passion over her body. Then, as the last slip of clothing fell away, she pulled Rusty with her, and they fell to the bed, locked together, their lips fused in a deep, erotic kiss which tore at her very guts, building the need until she couldn't stand it any longer. She drew Rusty's body closer, kissing the hot flesh, and finally searching out the most desirable portions to caress.
"Let me on top," Rusty groaned and wriggled her body around.
Monica could feel the girl's soft thighs caress her cheeks. She opened her eyes and looked up between Rusty's spread white thighs. She smiled at the pink swell of her cunt, opened her mouth wide, and curled her tongue in an upward, scooping motion between her lips.
Rusty returned her smile, slid across her face and lowered her body to a squatting position with her cunt a scant inch above the woman's waiting lips.
"Do you like to eat cunt?" Rusty whispered.
"I love it," Monica crooned.
"Well, here's a cunt that likes to be eaten," Rusty said, and lowered her pussy into the enveloping glove of Monica's mouth.
The older woman let herself go completely. She grasped the redhead's ass cheeks and pulled her down and forward as she ground her tongue and her lips into the girl's syrupy pussy.
Rusty's usual need for release surged through the walls of her cunt. She started grinding her hips around and around, mashing her steaming pussy against Monica's face.
"God, you're good ... so good," Monica mumbled, as she gulped down the girl's cuntal juices.
Then Rusty gasped and ground down so hard that she nearly choked the woman. She screamed and writhed through a climax.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Monica gasped, as she felt the matted pelt of Rusty's pussy being lifted from her face.
Then she realized that the girl's head was between her own thighs. Her hands crawled up Monica's thighs and stopped, barely ruffling the light, curling hairs that covered her pussy.
The older woman sighed and spread her legs wide under Rusty's caresses. "Are you ... are you going to eat me, too?" she asked.
"Of course ... don't you want me to?"
"Yes! But you're so young ... to know...."
"Never mind," Rusty said. "I know."
Monica's mind relaxed and accepted everything as the girl's fingers slipped into her gushing hole. She writhed in bliss at the tender probing of her clitoris. "Oh, yes, Rusty, love me ... LOVE ME!"
The redhead's mouth watered as she looked directly into the gaping pink crevice out-lined between the pulpy mounds of hairy flesh. Rusty had meant for the seduction to be only one way. Monica was to have sucked her off, and that was to have been the end of it.
But her own lust was getting the better of her. Now her face was a scant three inches from the delectable cunt, and she had the uncontrollable desire to lick and suck the sweet juices that flowed from the lips to dribble down the lower slopes of the fleshy ass cheeks. The heady musk of passion steamed up into her face from Monica's cunt as she manipulated the cuntlips with her fingers.
She ran her fingers clear up the hot hole, got them wet, and then massaged the lips of her cunt, pressing gently and cleverly against the erect knob of her clitoris with each plunging movement.
Monica's voice was a rising and falling crescendo of passion as her head flew from side to side on the pillow. Her hips were straining, rising off the bed now, as Rusty's fingers ran in and out of her tortured cunt.
.Rusty lowered her face until she could feel pubic hair tickling her cheeks and nose. Slowly she pushed with her tongue, until the hard tip was far up Monica's heated cunt.
The woman's body, from the waist down, was divorced from her mind as her cunt and its longings took over. She felt her hips hump upward, sending the tongue up her hole even deeper.
With the flat of her tongue, Rusty worked on the pulpy ridges of the pussy and laved the clit until Monica's body was a writhing mass of uncontrolled passion.
"Oh, stop ... stop, Rusty! I can't take any more! I think...."
"Come!" Rusty urged. "It's all right, Monica! Come!"
Rusty crossed her own legs, bunching her thighs so she, too, could come again, when at last Monica exploded. She felt the gush of cunt juice flood her mouth as the woman started her come. Rusty thrust her tongue quickly and expertly against Monica's clit, toying with it, lapping it lovingly, almost nibbling at it with her lips. At the same time, she ground her own clit between the swollen lips of her cunt with her heated thighs.
Now Monica didn't even know who or where she was; she didn't care. Her whole body was centered on the tip of her throbbing clit. She arched her back, moaning through the room, every muscle tense as she threw her cunt against Rusty's sucking mouth.
Higher and higher she rose on a whirling cloud of passion. At last she exploded in a throbbing storm of total release.
Rusty sucked at her pussy, swallowing the cunt's sweet juices as she felt her own come vibrate through her loins. Her own honeyed juices flowed from her cunt lips down her thighs, sending thrills throughout her body.
When the full extent of Monica's juices had seeped in waves down her throat, Rusty lifted her head and looked up between the heaving globes of the woman's huge tits. She had the urge to do more, suck those magnificent breasts. But, wisely, she retreated, rather than push her new-found good fortune too far.
She wanted Monica to continue in the role of the seducer. At least for awhile.
The older woman continued to writhe under her, gasping out in joy as Rusty brought her to yet another peak. Then, as if controlled by some volcanic eruption, Monica convulsed her pussy up for a last caress against Rusty's willing lips. Then she fell back, spent.
* * *
They slept. It was dark outside when Monica awoke. She turned to look at the beautiful face of the girl lying beside her. She thought about who she was, that Rusty was her husband's secretary. The girl had said that Russell had tried to seduce her.
Monica smiled. No doubt the girl had been lying when she said she hadn't slept with Russell. The thought sent a tremor through Monica. And then a chuckle. It was quite a joke on Russell, sleeping with a lesbian and not even knowing it. What a blow to his over-inflated, stud ego if he knew. What a joke it would be!
Rusty moaned a little, moved, but didn't wake up.
Monica leaned over, kissed the mound of the girl's breast.
Rusty stirred; her eyes opened.
"Hello?" the redhead said, her eyes smiling up at Monica.
"Hello, dear," Monica murmured, kissing her lips. "You are wonderful, Rusty ... so wonderful."
"I don't like it." Monica frowned and then forced a smile. "I don't like thinking about the difference in our ages."
"Russell doesn't like being called daddy, either," Rusty laughed, caressing the older woman in such a way as to create an erotic need to stab through her.
"Don't talk about my husband!" Monica snapped, angrily.
"Why not? I'll do what I please!"
There was something in Rusty's voice which startled Monica. Then, before she could do anything, say anything, Rusty's hand caressed her again, and kissed her lips.
"You little beast!" Monica laughed throatily, hugging the girl to her.
After that they didn't talk much, because their lips, hands, bodies were too active to carry on conversation. They made love, violently, wildly, hungrily. And they didn't stop for a long, long time, until all the passions, all the pathways, had exhausted their bodies beyond their ability to call up energy for any more.
Only then did Rusty slip away from the bed and gather her clothes.
"Where are you going?" Monica asked, watching her dress through half-closed
"Home. It's late, already dark outside," Rusty answered in a distant, impersonal voice.
"When will you be back?"
Rusty turned away, and her voice sounded a little mocking, but Monica wasn't sure.
"Well, we'll see, Monica ... we'll see."
"I have to see you again, Rusty ... you're wonderful."
"Oh, I know that, Monica ... I know that." Rusty turned, faced her, grinned. There was something in her young eyes that unnerved Monica, but she wasn't able to pin-point it.
"When?" Monica asked again, desperate. She felt angry at being so desperate. It didn't seem reasonable. Yet, she had never known a lover like Rusty before.
"Well, when I can ... when I get a chance. Maybe." Rusty came over to the bed, kissed Monica on the forehead. "You are a dear old woman, Monica."
"What?" Monica sat up, startled. "Oh, don't get all uppity. After all, you're old enough to be my mother! Your son is old enough to be my lover! So don't get all worked up. It's enough that you can possess me ... that I let you have my body. What else do you want?"
There was a harsh cruelty to her voice that struck a nerve in Monica. There seemed a strange change over the girl.
"I don't get you, Rusty," she said, as the girl started for the door.
"Don't try ... just enjoy yourself, Monica. You might as well make the best of things ... while you can." She stood by the door, looking across the room at her. "What does that mean?"
"It means that things never stay the same. That things happen. All you should do is enjoy it when I come over to your place. Take my advice!"
With that parting shot, she left. Monica lay there, shocked, unable to move, unable to believe what she'd heard. There was a threatening sound to those last words. But what could they mean? What? And why the sudden, unexpected change?
She felt a shiver shoot through her. A terrible, horrid shiver which felt like cold ice had been rammed into the very depths of her.
What had happened? What kind of woman was this little girl who had stepped into her house, taken completely over, seduced her with words of innocence, only to become a threatening bitch in the last moment?
CHAPTER TEN
Rusty bided her time. She had a few more dates with Marty and held Russell off. The latter, surprisingly, wasn't very hard to do. The older man actually seemed to fear her, even around the office.
Then, two weeks after her original seduction of Monica, Rusty called in sick and called the older woman, saying that she had to see her. Monica agreed, but told her to wait an hour. That would give her time to get rid of the servants.
Then Rusty called Marty.
"Hi. We still on for tonight?" his bubbly voice came over the wire."
"We sure are. And, Marty ... guess what?"
"What?"
"Tonight is the night."
She hung up the phone without waiting for an answer, and grabbed her purse. She left the apartment whistling. It wouldn't be long before Russell Burton would wish to hell and back that he had never known her, never stepped out on his wife, never been born.
She was still smiling as she climbed from her car an hour later and rang the Burton's bell.
Monica answered the door. She ushered Rusty through the hallway and into the same room where they had first talked.
"I hope you like martinis," Monica said, sitting down on the sofa. Rusty joined her; Monica slid closer and patted the girl's leg. "What kept you away so long?"
"I told you there would be things that had to be taken care of ... first." Rusty waited until the woman handed her a drink, which she quickly gulped down. "Monica, I have a few things to talk over with you."
"Oh?" The woman frowned. "You sound so serious."
"I am. Very serious!" Rusty announced, glaring at the woman.
Monica's face fell, her features tightened thin. "What's wrong, Rusty?" she asked in a careful voice.
"Well, to begin with, I understand that you are a very careful woman. Is that right?"
"Yes...." Monica answered in a small voice that was edged with fear. It was as if the older woman guessed what was coming, but was afraid to admit it.
"You have been very careful to keep your ... well, little escapades pretty secret, haven't you?"
"What are you driving at, young lady?" Monica snapped, sitting up rigid, her eyes narrowing, her lips growing hard.
"Well, you wouldn't want ... well, people to know about our little relations, now would you?" Rusty grinned knowingly, leaned forward, ran a finger along Monica's soft breast. "Relax, mommy, there's nothing to worry about."
"I don't like the drift of...."
Rusty smiled and then let her lips drop into a sneer. "I really don't give a fuck what you like or don't like." She let her hand float up and slapped the older woman hard across the face.
Monica recoiled, rubbing her cheek. "Don't ever do that again!"
"Fuck you, mommy!"
Monica seemed to choke. Her eyes were wide in alarm, her breasts heaved. She squeezed her fingers around the glass as if she would crush it.
"Now, I'm going to be blunt about this, Monica, and I want you to listen very carefully to what I tell you and...."
"Get out! Get out of here!" Monica screamed, leaping to her feet, her face contorting with rage. "Get out this minute!"
Rusty sat there, relaxed, waiting for the woman to stop her outburst. When Monica realized that she wasn't moving, and wasn't about to move, she slumped down in the sofa, covering her face in her hands, sobbing.
"Oh, God ... God ... what have I done?" she moaned.
Rusty waited a long time, until the woman regained control of herself. "Now," she said evenly, "I understand that you put a lot of value on your social position, and that wouldn't stand a scandal. Am I correct in that?" Rusty questioned in a cold, business-like voice. Her gaze leveled with the other woman's eyes.
For a moment, Monica didn't say anything. Then she sighed deeply. "How much do you want?"
"Well, now, dearie, you are a very smart woman!" Rusty couldn't keep from reaching out and patting her on the cheek.
The woman moved, so fast, so violently that Rusty was stunned. She slapped her hand across Rusty's face and then hit her on the other side with the back of her hand.
Rusty sat there, a slow smile creeping on her lips. "Ooowwww! You hit good, mommy! Real good!"
"Good God. What kind of a bitch are you?"
"You're about to find out. I want a hundred thousand dollars ... and I want it by the end of the week."
"Good Lord," Monica gasped, her face frozen in amazement.
"Oh shit, mommy. Don't tell me you can't get that much! I've already checked your private accounts, your stocks, your shares in the business. You can get it, and you will. By Friday. If you don't, I tell Russell, your son, and a few other people about what we did together. I don't think your social standing could take the pressure."
Monica sat there, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her hands clutched her breasts through her dress. Her eyes were white, wide, the pupils glazed.
Rusty stood up, stepped around the coffee table, and paused at the door. "I'll expect to hear from you, mommy." She started out the door, then turned. "Oh, by the way ... by tonight I expect to be engaged to your son. I wouldn't try to do anything about it if I were you. The ante might double, and you would still be exposed."
With that piece of information imparted to the trembling woman, Rusty walked from the house.
* * *
For Marty, the evening was perfect. All through dinner he and Rusty had come closer and closer together. He knew that it was going to happen, and he knew that she knew it, too.
They were sitting in the living room. The lights were low and seductive, the music muted and sensual. It was as if both of them were waiting for the right moment.
Then he reached over and pulled her closer to him. Her soft, sensual body melted against his. She took his hand and placed it gently on her breast.
"It's a beautiful evening, Marty. You'll never know how much it means to me. I've known men, but never like this. I never dreamed it really could be like this."
He lowered his lips to hers and tasted the sweet honey of her mouth as it trembled under his.
"Oh, Marty, hold me, hold me close," she murmured against his throat. "Hold me and make me feel wonderful...."
He held her, very close, achingly aware of the excitement of her body, aware of the need which was building much too fast. He didn't want it to happen right then; he didn't want to ruin the beauty of what they were enjoying right at that moment.
"Marty, tell me you love me."
"I do," he murmured, pulling her hard against him, finding her soft lips, covering them with his own. "I do love you, Rusty."
She sighed and cushioned her lips against his lips, her breast against his gently kneading hand. "You ... you make me feel so clean, so good. I really didn't think it could be like this."
"Rusty, honey." He kissed her again. This time she opened her kiss to his, drawing his tongue deep into her mouth.
Then he felt the wildness in her body and it started to possess him. A wildness which was both tender and passionately savage. They strained together against the power of the kiss and then finally broke away.
"Marty...." Rusty breathed, standing. "I want it, darling." She reached for him. "Come...."
Marty stumbled up from the couch and eagerly followed her into the bedroom. There she folded into his arms in front of the bed.
The softness of her yielding body against his own drew the need strong through him. Never had he known such emotional and physical beauty as that which attacked him while he was holding her. She trembled slightly against him, her young body surging softly to his, her lips hungrily moving under his in their intimate embrace. Finally, they broke away from the kiss and she turned.
Slowly, Marty unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor. His hand moved around her waist and held her against him. He thrilled to the softness of her, the yielding pressure of her buttocks which pressed against him. She sighed a deep throated murmur as he kissed her neck.
"Oh, Marty, I do love you," she sobbed, as he pressed his fingers into her bra, feeling the hard points of her nipples. "Oh, God, Marty, this is really happening to me ... me!"
She twisted in his embrace, found his lips. They kissed, straining together. Then suddenly he was unclasping her bra and it fell away and her breasts were naked against him. His fingers slipped down to her panties, moved under the elastic until he was fondling the mound of her pussy, feeling her writhe under the caress.
"Marty, Marty, please ... please," she begged, frantically trying to unclasp his belt buckle. "Hurry ... please, for God's sake ... hurry!"
As his hands tore at his clothes, his eyes took in the perfection of her body. He had never seen a woman so sensually beautiful.
"Hurry, take your shorts off, too! I want to see your cock all big and hard and ready to love me!"
Marty pulled his shorts down and his erect cock sprang forward from his hairy groin. Rusty let out an involuntary gasp and let her own hands roam up and down her body in anticipation.
His cock was huge, even longer and thicker than his father's. The head looked as fat as her fist, and tiny flecks of pre-cum already dripped from its pink slit. The barrel itself was as thick as her wrist and heavily coated with large blue veins that stood out in the tanned skin and throbbed with coursing blood. It jutted out like a gigantic spear from the heavy mat of hair above it. The huge, wet knob pointed impatiently at her trembling body.
Rusty was immediately driven to total excitement when she saw the well-muscled leanness of his torso. Her head spun with desire just from looking at the flat hardness of his belly and the rippling muscles in his shoulders and arms as he moved towards her.
His rugged self-confidence, his strength, and his overwhelming masculine beauty made the other men she had fucked seem fraudulent and weak.
Particularly his cock was beautiful to her as it flowered from the base of his belly in jutting gracefulness. She gasped in lust and joy as he took her in his arms and slid his huge prick between her wet thighs. The head probed out a full three inches beyond her throbbing ass cheeks.
"Ohhhh, darling, that feels so good," Rusty sighed into his shoulder as he slid his cock slowly back and forth between her already-soaking thighs.
Marty's brain whirled with lust, totally abandoned now to this voluptuous woman. His body was vibrating wildly, and his balls ached painfully with building cum as she answered his calls of passion by squeezing his cock with her thighs and clutching at it with the taut lips of her hungry pussy.
She stepped closer against him. Breathing hotly into his face, she took his hand and guided it down between her thighs. She replaced his cock at her cunt with his hand and shivered as his extended middle finger slid along the moist, heated furrow. Then he slipped it inside her hole and it felt like fire to her cuntal walls.
She curled her fingers over his cock, stroking it lightly, tickling his balls with her fingers and nails. "I love you."
"I love ... and want you, Rusty," Marty stammered.
Still holding his throbbing staff in her soft hand, she guided him to the bed. His finger still teased her clitoris and the swollen lips of her tight, young pussy as they fell together onto the bed.
He was both gentle and savage as he tongued her nipples to their final hardness. "You must have the most beautiful breasts in the whole world," he sighed.
"All they do is match your beautiful, hard cock. Come to me, Marty. Come into me and love me!"
He lay beside her, unable for a moment to do anything but drink in her beauty. The moonlight through the partially opened drapes flooded her body with an angelic glow. It highlighted her hair where it cascaded outward from her face in waves on the pillow. Her eyes were closed, with her head thrown slightly back to give a gracefully arching line to her perfect throat. The red lips were parted and the even white teeth were clenched in passion.
Unconsciously, Rusty's own hands started roaming over her own body, stopping now and then to knead and bring an excited flush to her skin. She cupped her giant breasts and squeezed them together, pointing them towards him to further accentuate their fullness and firmness.
She threw one leg slightly over the other so that her gleaming golden thighs merged together, framing the rust-colored triangle that was her pussy.
For a long while Marty could lay and stare. Her body in the soft moonlight, as it slowly moved in anticipation, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His chest heaved as he watched her, not only from sexual excitement, but also from sheer wonder at her flawless, bountiful beauty.
And then he knelt, his cock rigid and throbbing above her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She began breathing in heavy gasps and, turning, extended her arms to him in invitation.
He slid over her, softly running his hands over the satin smoothness of her skin. With one hand she pulled his head downward, and with the other guided a tit into his waiting, mouth. He caressed the swollen tip of her nipple with the point of his tongue as his lips chewed on the flesh surrounding it.
The sound of his sucking delighted her, and to let him know, she slid her body a little beneath his, locked her legs around one of his, and began rubbing her moist slit up and down his hairy thigh.
She slid her hands downward, exploring every hollow and muscle of his body, until she found his throbbing, rigid cock. Tenderly, she squeezed the massive rod and pumped it.
"I want this in me," she moaned. "My pussy is screaming for it, Marty. Love me ... FUCK ME!"
He watched as Rusty grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked it expertly. It was as though she had been jacking off men all her life. She cupped the cum-bloated balls with her other hand. In seconds, holding her breath in anticipation, she pulled him against her until his pulsing prick rested tightly against her seeping cunt lips.
Marty moaned in joy and tensed his quivering muscles as he felt his aching cock touch her eagerly clutching cunt. He could feel the wiry pubic hair and the swollen, slickened flesh of her cunt lips nibbling hotly at the head of his cock.
"Jesus, Rusty," he cried, "you drive me right out of my fucking mind!"
"I know," she said, smiling and wriggling her cunt lips over the head of his cock.
Arching her hips, the flashing-eyed young girl let go of his thick prick and slid her hands around his hips. She felt the flexed muscles of his powerful, taut ass cheeks. She looked up into his eyes and pleaded for his cock.
He returned the look, seeing in the depths of her eyes pure, raw passion, the heated need and desire for cock that he had seen in only one other woman-Heather Paley.
The head of his prick oozed impatiently against her pussy lips. He lunged forward with a loud groan of joy and shoved the full length of his swollen cock into her belly.
The youthful tightness of her outer rim held him for a few seconds and then he was inside, his prick gorging itself on the smooth, fleshy walls of the heated passage of her cunt.
"Oh, my God ... ohhhh, ohhhhh, Marty, you're so big!"
"Is ... is it all right?"
"It's wonderful! Ohhhh, darling, fuck me!" She bucked wildly up to him.
"Rusty ... oh, my darling, yes! Hump like that up against me!"
They started slowly, but the heat of their mutual passion soon overcame any pretense of gentleness. Lust overcame their minds, and their bodies reacted accordingly.
Marty growled with joy when he felt the head of his cock hit, almost painfully, the far inner reaches of her cunt, where the walls contracted and held it in a vise-like grip.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned. "Cunt ... good cunt!"
"Give it to me!" she shrieked. "Pour your cock into me!" God, he was a good fucker, she thought, the best. He had a lot of good thick meat and he knew just how to use it to inflame and excite her pussy to come and come.
His lust-hardened cock worked its way deeper and deeper up into her hot, rippling cunt. Her clasping pussy held his prick like a hot, vise that squeezed and pulled at his cockhead. The cuntal muscles between her widespread thighs rippled and clutched, massaging his cock like a vibrator.
Her pussy pulled at the building cum in his balls, making him growl and gasp in pleasure. He could actually feel the seething pressure in his testicles.
Rusty, in turn, reveled in the hot, muscled back that helped to pound the cock into her. She ran her hands like hot tongues of flame over his ass cheeks as the mammoth, pulsing hardness of his cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt. It felt like it was deep enough to pound the back of her throat. She could feel every ridge and muscle, every throbbing inch of his pounding cock. Her heels came up to lock behind his ass. Her thighs closed around his hips, urging him on.
Her mouth opened and she laved the inner part of his ear with her hot tongue and obscene words of lust tumbled from her mouth.
"Oh fuck me ... fuck me good! Oh, Marty, you have such a beautiful, hard cock! Fuck me like you've never fucked before! I want your cock, I love it, I love your big stiff meat inside me! Make me sweat, lover! MAKE ME COME!"
Her hips began gyrating wildly as her own words served to further inflame both their bodies. She rolled her head and her body around on the bed to squeeze every bit of his solid prick, his turgid flesh into her seething cuntal depths.
His wildly pulsing cock answered her passion with the motion of fucking as he pumped in and out of her hot channel in a fevered, uncontrolled passion that threatened to rock them clear off the mattress.
"Oh, I love to fuck you!" Marty shouted. "You're such a woman!"
"I'm all woman, Marty ... your woman!" she cried out.
He dug his hands under her ass and pulled her gripping cunt hard up against him until their pelvic bones mashed together. Her ass cheeks ground her cunt against him in ever increasing waves of heated, pounding fucking.
She heaved herself up and down on the powerful dick filling her cunt. Her right hand dipped down between his legs to fondle and caress his balls as her hips slammed down hard against his loins in an ever-increasing tempo.
Marty's fingers were hard and merciless on her swollen tits, squeezing them painfully, thumb and forefinger on the nipples, until she cried out with the delight of his manipulations.
Oh, God, she thought, he's good. It really is good! His cock feels wonderful. I want to come. I want to come with his cum pouring into my pussy!
Marty mashed down to meet the pistoning strokes of her locked cunt, as the first white-hot jets of his exploding cum burst along the underside of his cock and filled her tight, clasping pussy to overflowing.
So intense was this explosion of cum into her cunt that it sent her over the brink of her own orgasm.
"Yes, YES!" she hissed at him. "I'm coming, lover! I'm coming like a fucking dam bursting!"
"Oh, Jesus, good....so good!" he choked.
"Oh, Marty ... Marty ... God ... God ... Marty...." she sobbed with every movement of their bodies. She seemed insane, her fingers clawing at his back, her flesh convulsing under his until finally neither of them could stand it any longer and they strained together for the last time, voluptuous pleasure exploding over them.
Finally they fell back on the bed, still locked together, their bodies bathed in sweat, fusing their flesh together. Her arms embraced him, her breasts pumping against his chest. After a while they twisted on the bed, moved upwards until they were lying side by side, holding hands, aware of each other's nearness.
"Marty," she said in a soft whisper. "I didn't mean it to happen this way."
"I know."
"No, you don't." She turned, resting her body on one elbow, looking down at him. "You're good ... a good person ... so good. I'm...." Her voice choked, her eyes seemed to mist.
"You're beautiful, wonderful, Rusty. The most wonderful woman in the world." Then he fully realized the emotional need within him, the love which burst from every cell. "I love you, Rusty. Really love you. I...."
She covered his lips with hers, kissing them over and over again, frantically, her breasts rubbing his side and chest, her body trembling, her hands racing over him in a desperation. "Oh, God, Marty, what have I done...." she moaned, moving her kisses over his neck, down over his chest. "I love you, too...."
The need built again and he felt himself pull her over onto him. Her kisses continued to cover his face, his lips, until suddenly he moved, surged up against her and suddenly, as if by magic, they thrust together, sobbing, almost on the point of physical and emotional hysterics. She clawed him, her hands encased his head, her lips ground into his, her tongue worked in and out of his mouth like a hungry thing which couldn't get enough of him.
"Again. It's hard, Marty. Put it in me again!"
He rolled between her thighs and slipped his cock easily into her cuntal channel. The fires started all over again.
"On top....let me on top!"
He rolled her over.
Together they became completely lost in the frenzy of their fucking. The bed became a trampoline as they thrashed wildly on it, seeking their climaxes.
Rusty rotated her hips from side to side around the impaling rod of his magnificent cock as it pressed hungrily into her quivering belly. Her cunt dilated rhythmically in time to the hammering of his inflated cockhead.
The lips of her soft, hair-lined slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his cock for several inches and then working slowly back up, mashing her wet pubic hair tightly against his own bristling growth. Again and again she embedded the full length of his cock deep, deep into the warm soft recesses of her churning cunt. She gripped him tight with her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time with his long, hard thrusts.
"Hurry, baby! Hurry and come!" she moaned. "I want you to fill me up with your cum again!"
"I am! Oh, God, Rusty. ... I am!" He spun her back around until he was again on top, lunging his huge prick into her in staccato bursts.
"Oh, fuck me harder, faster! I'm almost there! Hurry! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"
She pounded her heels on his ass cheeks as she jackknifed her legs up to mash her knees tightly back against her tits. The position offered Marty the full expanse of her up-turned cunt. Her eyes rolled in joy as his cock plunged farther and harder into her steaming hole. She ground her ass cheeks and cunt up desperately to achieve a monumental orgasm.
"There ... I'M THERE! OH, FUCK, I'M THERE!" she shouted, and exploded in a frenzy of release.
"Almost," he panted. "I'm almost there...."
"Oh, Jesus, I'm coming good! Come with me!" Her voice became a piercing wail. "COME WITH ME!"
She pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving, driving cock. Her ankles locked back up over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild dance of release, screaming out her orgasm.
Marty felt the warm, gushing juices of her cum flow and seethe around his plunging cock. He gasped as she strained her loins convulsively around his belly. And then he came. The hot, sticky load began its rush from his aching, bloated balls through the sperm tube on the underside of his cock.
"Here it comes, Rusty!" he shouted. "I'm pouring it to you!"
"Yes, YES!" she shrieked. "Give it to me. GIVE IT ALL TO ME!"
His huge cock began to spew out hot, thick streams of cum into her eager pussy. It was like a never-ending flood as he emptied his balls deep, deep up into the warmth depths of her clutching cunt.
When at last he moaned out his final spurt of cum and his cock began to deflate, he withdrew it from her pussy and rolled over onto his back.
It was a long time before either of them moved. Marty was first. He rose from the bed, went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and then returned to Rusty.
"How about it?" he offered, caressing her breast. "Come, lover," he laughed, pulling her from the bed.
She slipped into his arms, gently kissing him. "Marty ... you're wonderful!"
They moved to the bathroom and then into the shower. The stall was crowded with both of them, and they made the most of it, letting their slippery bodies caress one another.
"I never thought of this," she laughed. "You're really something." Her hand did things to him which created an immediate reaction. "Hey, look at you!" She pressed hard against him.
"You little devil," he said, kissing her, letting his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting of the sweet wine there. She trembled and laughed again.
"Oh, Marty, I never knew it could be so much fun!"
The shower spray soothed over their bodies, but didn't cool the heat of their passions which drove them against one another for a long embrace. Finally she pushed him against the wall.
"We can't do anything in here!" she giggled, wiggling her hips provocatively against his.
They kissed again and then she handed him the soap.
"Wash me, honey."
And as he did, the need slowly started to run through him, a hunger which was more than passion, more than sexual desire. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to love her tenderly, gently, and passionately all at the same time. He soaped her huge breasts until they were covered with suds, then finally worked her whole body over until it shone with lather. Then she returned the favor, firing the need until he brushed aside her hands, crushed her against him.
How it could happen he would never know. It seemed an impossibility. They were suddenly one throbbing form, convulsing against one another, sobbing, gasping out their anguished need, until finally it came so fast, so completely that they were exhausted, clinging desperately together. Finally they stepped from the shower, dried each other and then went back into the bedroom.
Marty folded her in his arms, holding her gently, his lips touching her ears, his hand caressing through her soft red hair.
"I love you, Rusty," he murmured softly. "I love you so very much."
"And I love you."
"Will you marry me, Rusty?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rusty walked straight past her own desk and into Russell Burton's office. "Mr. Burton?"
"What's wrong with Russell, honey?" he said, leaning far back in his chair. "We're alone."
"Not any more."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I'm quitting. It means I don't need you or this job anymore."
"How do you figure that?"
"It's simple," she replied. "I'm marrying your son."
Russell Burton didn't bat an eye. "And what are the two of you going to live on, Rusty ... love? Or are you going to walk the streets and sell your pussy?"
"You bastard," she hissed, and then contained the anger. She had an ace in the hole. In fact, she had one-hundred thousand of them! "We'll manage," she smiled tightly.
"Bullshit. I know your tastes, Rusty. They're expensive. If Marty marries you, he won't get a dime. And, besides, I've decided to tell him the whole story about us."
That unnerved her a little, but Rusty figured she had that angle covered well enough. She turned and walked toward the door. "You're gonna miss my pussy, daddy," she said over her shoulder. "But, if you keep your mouth shut, maybe you won't have to."
"You whore."
"Think it over ... daddy."
And she was gone.
* * *
They were parked in the garage of Rusty's apartment house.
"Marty, I have something I have to tell you. If I don't ... well, something might happen and I don't want you to get all upset."
Marty stared at her. Suddenly she didn't seem like such a little girl. Around her lips he saw something that startled him. They were harsh, set in a straight, thin line.
"Can't we go up to your apartment and talk...?"
"No. Here, now."
"All right. What is it?"
"It's about your father, Marty. I have to tell you, before he tells you a lot of lies."
Marty gripped the steering wheel with both hands, feeling a fluttering deep in his gut. Here it comes, he thought, it had all been a sham, she wasn't innocent at all. He couldn't help expecting the worst, and that would be that she had slept with his father. That was one thing that would be hard to stomach, but it wouldn't change his feelings about her. He was sure nothing could change that.
"I told you once that your father had tried to get me to sleep with him."
"Yes."
"Well, I put him off, but...." She looked down, as if she were too ashamed to continue. "I ... I let him believe that, in time, he could ... well, he waited. I guess that was why I kept my job...."
"Did you, Rusty?"
"No ... you must believe that. I never did. And today he said that if I didn't tell you that it was all off between us, he would tell you that we'd slept together ... and had been for a long time."
"The bastard," Marty choked, his knuckles white on the wheel.
"He said he would tell you that I was a masochist, that I liked to be hit ... and things. Marty, I'm frightened ... really frightened!
For a moment, Marty couldn't speak. He knew his father was an ass, but it seemed fantastic that even he could do such things, impossible that he would treat Rusty that way, any woman that way. But then, look how he had treated Marty's mother all these years.
He didn't speak. Sitting in the car, he hesitated, not knowing what to do. Physical instinct wanted to make love to her; the depressive knowledge of what she'd told him about his father made that quite impossible. The mood was shattered.
He pulled her close to him. They kissed gently, without passion, without excitement. As she pulled away from him, her eyes were hidden in darkness, but appeared emotional, on the verge of tears.
"What'll we do, Marty?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"We'll get married this weekend," he said calmly.
Rusty kissed him again and then slipped out of the car. He started to get out to take her up to the door, but she shook her head.
"No, don't bother, Marty. It's all right." Then she was gone before he could do anything to stop her.
Sitting there, he puzzled over his thoughts, tried to tell himself that this was exactly what he wanted. And, in a way, it was the truth. He wanted Rusty. Any man would want such a woman, such a wonderful, child-like woman. So innocent, so beautiful, so thoughtful about his feelings.
Slowly he started the car and drove toward his own place. There were a lot of things he had to do; a hell of a lot of things, and the next day would be the beginning.
Married to Rusty? It seemed incredible. He couldn't even get emotional about it because it was happening too fast.
As he was stepping into his apartment, footsteps stopped him. A feminine body pressed close to him.
Startled, Marty turned, and looked at Janice Ryerson. She was dressed in red, the lush shape of her breasts revealed seductively over the v-neckline. She looked so lovely, so desirable.
It had been months since Marty had seen or talked to her. But, as he stood, watching her lovely face and her beautiful body in the room's dim light, all the love and affection he had felt for her came flooding back over him.
"What do you want, Janice?" he asked.
"I want you," she said, swaying. She fell toward him, almost slipping to the floor.
He grabbed hold of her and then lifted her to her feet.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, gently, and then realized that she was drunk. "Janice, you're drunk!"
She giggled. "No shit!"
Her eyes were bright, too bright, as they looked into his.
In a controlled voice, she said, "Marty, I've ... I've ... waited hours ... for you ... please ... Marty...." She slumped against him, her breasts pressing against his side, soft, yielding.
Marty had a strange emotional reaction to her nearness. "Please, Janice ... get hold of yourself."
She didn't say anything, just stood there, leaning against him, her eyes closed. For a moment he hesitated, thought of taking her home, and then he decided against it. She could sleep it off just as well at his place. It would be better than having to explain to her folks.
Struggling, he opened the door to his bedroom and then lifted her into his arms and gently lay her on the bed. Then he returned to the living room, closing the door behind him.
Standing there for a moment, he thought about Janice lying on his bed. Janice, the girl he had wanted for so long, so desperately long.
He returned to the bedroom. He stood over her still body, trying to decide if it was necessary to undress her, or better to merely leave her there and put a blanket over her body.
He decided that it would be better if she walked out of his apartment in the morning looking presentable. He rolled her over, unzipped the back of the dress, and then slowly worked it off her body. She moaned slightly, but didn't wake as he rolled her over again, on her back.
Her bra was tight around her soft, white breasts, cutting into the silken flesh. For a moment he was tempted to take the bra off. Then he shook his head. Janice is so beautiful, he thought, fighting off a natural impulse to make love to her. He raised her lovely legs and then worked them under the covers.
She moaned, her eyes opened and looked up into his.
"Oh, Marty ... Marty...." she murmured, sliding her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Marty! Please ... kiss me." Her lips trembled, half-parted, bright and moist, her eyes closed, waited. She moved up against him.
For a moment he almost kissed her, then fought down the impulse. Instead, he gently lowered her to the pillow, and then again left the room.
For a full minute, Janice lay there trying to weed out her thoughts, frantically attempting to control their muddy drifting.
He hadn't kissed her, she thought.
Hadn't kissed her. Where was she? In his apartment? Her eyes opened and she looked around in the darkened room. It took a moment before she could see shapes, and then she nodded, pleased.
She was in Marty's apartment. In Marty's apartment.
Suddenly she sat up in the bed, remembering what she had come to him for.
There was only one chance, only one way she could possibly win him back, and that was why she had come.
Her body had been denied him.
She sat there for a long time, listening to him in the front room. He moved silently, yet she could hear just the whisper of clothing.
He's undressing, she thought. Undressing, and in a few moments will be lying down on the sofa, trying to sleep, aware that she was in here, half naked.
Janice thrilled at the thought.
All she had to do was finish undressing and walk in and offer herself. How could any man deny an open offer from a woman he had loved?
Janice moved, as quietly as possible. She slid her legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, trying to keep the room from spinning around and around.
She could offer herself to him and he'd be sick to refuse her. She was damned if he would. Her body was as beautiful as any other woman's ... if not more beautiful. He had wanted her before; and from what little she knew of men, they couldn't refuse a beautiful body when it was offered, naked, willing, begging.
Her hands moved around her back, struggled with the tight bra. A moment later she let the garment slip to the bed, and then slowly, carefully, her hands worked the panties off her hips.
* * *
Marty was lying there, thinking about Janice in the other room. It was unnerving, especially considering the fact that he'd just that night made his marriage plans with Rusty.
It was unreal, distant; a little ironic.
Then he heard movement, soft shadowy movement. For a moment he felt it was his imagination. Then the movement became more pronounced.
He was sure, it was his imagination working overtime. In the dimness, the shape took on a form. It looked like Janice, a naked, beautiful Janice.
He didn't move or breathe.
The shadow whispered across the room, directly toward him. And she was naked; there was no imagining that.
"Marty?" a voice whispered in the darkness.
He almost answered, and then forced his eyes half closed, letting himself look at her through thin slits. His breathing was beginning to quicken, a hard excitement bursting through every nerve.
"Marty?" the voice said again, a little louder this time. Janice came to a stop over him. Her voice was inviting, almost musical as it called his name. "Marty...."
He felt her hand touch his forehead and jerked as if shocked at the contact.
"You are awake!" she laughed, slipping down next to him, sitting on the sofa. "Oh, Marty ... Marty, I love you ... love you so....
Her hands reached out, embraced each side of his face. Her lips lowered, touched his.
"Janice ... what the hell are you doing?" he exploded, sitting up, almost knocking her off the sofa.
His eyes couldn't keep off her figure. Naked, so near, so lovely and near. It was obvious what she was offering; painfully obvious. The blood was thundering at his temples; the wild urge to crush her against him was almost overpowering.
"Marty, make love to me," she breathed, quickly embracing him in her arms.
His head was touching her warm breasts which pumped faster and faster against him.
"Are you crazy?" he groaned, forcefully pulling himself away from her.
"Please ... I mean it...."
"Janice, you're drunk!"
He tried to move from the sofa, but she pressed against him, the weight of her body making it impossible to get away.
"I'm not drunk, Marty ... not any more."
Her face was so close to his, her lush lips breathing warm air on his cheek. The nearness was driving him mad; it was almost impossible to keep from claiming her body, from taking her, making love to that wonderful soft shape so close.
"Please, Jan ... you don't know what you're doing." He didn't move, afraid that any movement would excite his body to the point where he couldn't control himself longer.
"Why ... why, Marty? I love you ... I want you! And, God, you'll take me!" Her lips crushed to his, her tongue ran along his teeth, attempting to find entrance.
Oh God, she felt good, he thought. Her tits were hot against his chest. For a wild, insane moment he didn't care about anything other than the wonderful, warm feel of her nude body.
How he had wanted her to do this before. If only she had. If only she had come to him, like this, then, when he had begged her.
"Jan ... for God's sake, stop!"
But her lips smothered his protests. Her body trembled, and suddenly he was crushing her to him, unable to control himself any longer.
"Damn you," he cursed when they broke for air. "Damn you!"
"Oh, Marty, I love you ... I love you...." she breathed, hugging closer. "Make love to me ... give me that ... please."
Gently she took hold of his hand and led him from the sofa, across the living room, and finally into the bedroom. She pulled him onto the bed beside her.
"Love me, Marty, like you never loved a woman before...." She kissed his lips and her mouth was a wide open invitation he couldn't ignore.
What was happening to him? he screamed at himself. This was insane, impossible. He shouldn't be here; Janice shouldn't be letting him make love to her. It wasn't fair to either of them ... it wasn't fair to Rusty.
"Oh, Marty, I love you ... I want you ... I need you! Please ... oh, please." She hugged against him, pulled him down against her breasts.
And he wasn't caring any more. He couldn't care because the call of her, the wonderful excitement of her overpowered him, made it impossible to do anything other than kiss her again and again and again.
His kiss caressed around her breasts, teasing over her nipples until they hardened under the point of his tongue. She surged up against him, her hands pressing against the fullness of her flesh. She trembled, soft moans gasping from her.
Janice felt like she was going out of her mind. The wonder of his lips, the thrilling wonder of his kisses as they circled around her breasts, sent wave on wave of need over her. It seemed as if she were trapped in a sensual place where normal people never lived. All she could think of was the pleasure of his nearness, the joy of his loving, the wondrous excitement of being possessed by the only man she had ever wanted.
Then his caresses became even more erotic; his kisses moved over her with such a wild abandon that she was trembling, writhing under him, savagely straining toward him.
He moved between her legs on the bed, spreading them with his knees. He bent his head and sucked first one and then the other of her glorious breasts. The nipples hardened at once into thrusting points that burned along the top of his tongue and radiated their heat through his whole mouth and throat.
"Ohhh, Marty, I love you ... I love you," Janice groaned, as his chest mashed against hers, spreading the wealth of her fabulous tits across her body, and the head of his hard, thrusting cock slid down the wet slit of her cunt to come to rest between the soft globes of her ass.
She felt her skin quiver as Marty's lips explored her body, nibbling eagerly at her hard nipples as they jutted proudly from the firm round globes of her tits. He licked tenderly at the soft curves of her breasts, biting her playfully on the shoulder and in the curve of her neck.
Her lingers touched his thick bushy pubic hair. A low gasp came from his throat as she clamped them around the hardened shaft of his prick. Her fingertips caressed the bulbous head, flicked at the tiny eye of the opening, eased down to the swollen softness of his balls and gently, ever so gently, squeezed the leathery, sperm-filled sac.
Marty's lips left her breasts and trailed down between the firmly ripe melons to the smooth, flat plane of her belly. He paused to nibble tenderly at the top of her pussy mound.
She felt her thighs being parted even farther as his fingers, in turn, parted the soft hair surrounding her moist cunt lips. He moaned, filling the room with his joy, as his tongue suddenly made electric contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris.
He spread the opening wider with his fingers and burrowed his face into the pussy, poking his tongue deep into the soft, wet cunt flesh. His tongue was suddenly everywhere. One moment it was lashing at the nerve-tingling button of her clit, then probing deep between the tight, satiny walls of her open cunt.
Then he left her quivering pussy for an instant, his tongue pushing unexpectedly at the puckered ring of her asshole.
Yes! Oh, God, don't stop! she thought, her blood suddenly racing as she felt every nerve, every muscle in her body starting to come back to life. She was living in passion now, quivering and suddenly writhing as he deftly brought her to the level of wanton desire.
Marty could feel the power of her trim thighs increase as they pressed against the sides of his head, jerking harder together as he gave her an extra-deep jam into the honey of her cunt. Her belly began to jerk and rise more rapidly now; her head hung limply to one side.
He thrust his tongue farther into her hot pussy, his finger hard up into the tiny puckered hole of her writhing ass. Her breasts heaved and danced wildly as she quivered and squirmed. Her head suddenly lifted as her back arched off the mattress. Her face contorted. She ground her cunt up against his face, touching the bed with only her ankles and head.
"Put it inside me now, Marty! Give it to me! Please!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure! That's the way I want you ... all at once ... hard and fast!"
Marty rolled his muscular body between her thighs and ran the hard, rubbery tip of his throbbing cock up and down the lips of her flowing pussy.
She moaned encouragement as she grasped the twin bulges of his taut ass cheeks and urged him to impale her with his enormous prick.
And then he did it. She felt him lunge forward. There was a tiny tear, a bone-jarring jolt of white hot pain, and he was inside her.
As he moved down, thrusting into her, her lungs burst with sounds she would never have thought possible. The pleasure knifed through her and for a moment the pain caused a piercing scream to tremble from her tortured lips. Then ecstasy, burning ecstasy turned everything into explosive colors that slowly faded away.
"Is it all right?" he rasped.
"Yes ... oh yes, Marty," she whimpered. "Just hold still for a second. The pain will go away and then you can take us both to heaven!"
Marty didn't move. The only movement was a slow circling of her hips as she ran her hands up and down his back and her breasts back and forth across his chest.
"Now, Marty. It's all right now. Fuck me ... fuck me hard and make me come!"
He started to move then, back and forth, faster and faster. It was just as she thought it would be, the first joyful thrill of his big prick sliding between the lips of her spread cunt to fill her belly with its throbbing, pulsing head. With elation and joy she felt the lips of her pussy close around the long, thick shaft of his cock as his hips started fucking it back and forth in her cunt.
She came quickly the first time, her hips and belly beating a violent tattoo on his as she felt the juices pour forth from her cunt to gush in a seemingly endless stream downward to tickle the gentle crack of her ass.
But her first come was just a prelude to several others he caused in her with his gentle but strident fucking, as his experienced cock continued to work its way in her hot pussy.
Then she felt a sudden, burning fire inside her and knew that he had given her his seed. "Did you come, my darling?"
"Yes ... yes," he groaned. "It was wonderful." But he didn't stop. His hips continued to shove his huge instrument of pleasure into her willing belly.
Gratefully, she clung to his strong, muscular body. As she did, she became aware that once again he was pushing and pulling the long hardness of his prick in and out of her seething pussy.
It made her proud that she could excite him in such a way. Again, she moved her hand between them and clutched his huge cock as it shoved in and out of her hot hole. Rapidly, it rose and fell, each entrance thrilling her and bringing her closer to another come.
A delicious tingling began to pulsate through her stomach and thighs, and there began a new urgency in her warm young pussy as she felt his balls quiver and the head of his cock swell inside her hole.
She felt as if her whole body were melting as his jerking shaft shot out its second hot, jet-like stream of cum into her waiting belly. As he shivered through his come, her hands, as though with a mind of their own, ran over his body, making it their own. She loved the hardness of his chest, the thick mat of curling hair that covered it.
His cock left her.
Her own voice came to her, trance-like: "Don't stop ... love me! Love me some more, put your wonderful, sweet cock back in me!"
"I will ... I will," he whispered.
But a few minutes later, when he could, she had fallen asleep.
He moved from the bed and, like a zombie, entered the kitchen. He poured himself a tall drink and downed it in three swallows.
"Now," he said aloud, "what the fuck do I do?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Monica Burton had made up her mind and formulated a plan to thwart Rusty. And now that she was about to reveal that plan, and herself, to her husband, a tense and nervous depression had set in.
"All right, Monica, what is it? You got me away from the office in the middle of the afternoon, now what do you want?"
"I want to stop Rusty Dale from marrying Marty."
"So do I, but...." He paused, his eyes suddenly studying those of his wife. "What do you know about Rusty Dale?"
"A lot," Monica replied. "I know that you've been screwing her for quite some time."
Russell blinked, took a deep breath, but held his composure. "So what?"
"I have, too," Monica said, staring down into her glass. And then, before he could vilify her, she went on to tell him the whole story.
When she had finished, Russell was at the bar finishing a third drink. "All right," he said slowly, "what do you propose to do?"
"I've already called both Rusty and Marty. They're on their way over. When she gets here, I've instructed the maid to show her out to your old office in the pool house. You'll be waiting for her there."
"Oh? And what do I do then?"
"What you do best, darling," Monica said, staring straight into his eyes for the first time since the conversation began. "You'll fuck her. I'll take care of the rest."
* * *
An hour later, the Burton maid escorted a narrow-eyed, tense Rusty into the pool house office. "Where's Monica? I thought I was to meet with her."
"You'll meet her after I'm done with you."
"Sorry, daddy," Rusty laughed, "no more screws for you. I'm a promised woman!"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Burton said, sitting and staring at her. "Close the door and sit down."
Rusty kicked the door shut and took the chair opposite Russell's. "What do you want?"
"I understand you quit."
"That's right. I plan on coming into a lot of money."
"By blackmailing my wife?"
Rusty lit a cigarette and blew smoke in his direction. "So she told you. Well, what's the difference?"
"Blackmail is against the law."
"So I've heard. You want to go to the police ... have at it!"
"And if we pay you?....what then? Will you give up Marty?"
"No way. I want my cake and eat it too."
Russell stood and stepped around the desk. He leaned over her, his fists clenched at his sides. "And what if I tell him about us?"
"He won't believe you."
"How can you be so sure, Rusty?"
She smiled and mashed out the cigarette. "Because I've already warned him." She slowly came to her feet. "Now, if this little talk is finished...."
Russell stepped back, his face white, his body trembling. "I'll never let you marry Marty. You're a tramp, a dirty little slut, and don't forget it."
Rusty felt an emotional retort well up inside her at his words, but fought it down. Instead, she softened her tone and replied: "Don't you think that sometimes people can change?"
"Not you."
"Well, maybe you might be surprised!"
Russell moved close to her, his hand slapped out, unexpectedly. The sting of the blow sent a wave of pleasure through Rusty. And, with pleasure, came defeat.
His hand slapped out again, harder, hitting the other side of her face.
Then he pulled her close, brutally crushing her soft lips against his teeth, forcing his tongue deep into her throat. After a moment he stepped away and she was trembling, tears flooding down her cheeks, her lips sucking in hot air.
"You see, Rusty ... it goes two ways ... today is my turn to teach!" He pulled her by the arm, half throwing her toward the sofa.
She fought with the need which burst alive deep within her. He roughly forced her down on the sofa. His hand pulled her skirt high, caressed against the soft flesh of her thigh. Then his fingers squeezed against her thigh, hurting, hurting so beautifully, so wonderfully that Rusty couldn't hold off the moan of pleasure, the ripple of need which took complete control of her body.
With a powerful yank, Russell shredded the panties from her body and then ripped open her blouse. "You want me, don't you, Rusty?"
"No! No, I don't, you old bastard!"
He started hitting her again. He slapped her buttocks and thighs until they were bruised red. With each new blow on her soft flesh, desire heightened in Rusty's eyes and in the delighted moans pouring from her throat.
"Yes ... GOD DAMMIT, YESSSSSS...."
"Yes, what, Rusty?"
"I want you."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me ... take your cock out and fuck me! Beat me, hit me, Russell ... like only you can do it!"
"Take your clothes off," he said.
Obediently, her eyes glazed with lust, Rusty stripped naked and threw herself back on the sofa. She spread her legs wide and tore at the juice-spewing lips of her pussy with tortured fingers.
He moved between her legs. She tugged at him hungrily, pulling him down to her. As she lurched her crotch up to meet the bulge in his still-zipped pants, she let the wildness take complete possession of her body. She didn't care. For that moment, she didn't want to care about anything but the pleasure she knew she could get from Russell Burton's pounding hands and savage cock.
In those moments, Rusty learned a brutal truth about herself. Before, she had believed herself in complete control of others, in complete control of her body, able to turn it off, to seek the pleasure when it came, the way she wanted to find it. Now she realized that things had reversed themselves. Her body controlled her. She could no more control her body than the throbbing of her heart.
The passions, perverted, normal, romantic, masochistic, were ail part of her which controlled her, which made her what she was. She didn't use them ... they used her.
And behind the screens that separated the office from the rest of the pool house, Marty saw it, too. He sensed what Rusty was, and he was about to be sick.
"I've seen enough," he told his mother, and he turned to leave.
"No, Marty," Monica said. "We've started this damn thing, now let's finish it. C'mon."
As the mother and son stepped around the screen, Russell pulled away from the girl. Rusty saw them and leaped for her clothes. "What kind of a trick is this?" she cried, as she wriggled into her skirt and tried to hold the button-less blouse around her heaving breasts. Her eyes met Marty's vacant stare.
For a few moments everybody stood still, unmoving. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
Then Rusty seemed to crumble. She stepped back, away from them, her eyes large, her lips trembling, her face flushed red.
"You're all against me ... that's what it is. You're all of you against me! You want me destroyed ... you want to kill me, you want ... you ... all of you dirty bastards!" Her arms waved in the air, her voice reached high, cracking against the silence of the room. "You ... you, Russell, you wanted me! You wanted to hit me, to get out your sadistic perversion on my body! You enjoyed it ... you couldn't get enough!
"And you, Monica, wanted lesbian love ... and you got it! You wanted it, and you took it. Now you turn on me ... all of you!
"Marty, you wanted love ... you lose the most, because you could have had it with me. I loved you ... I really went for you!" She was still backing across the room, screaming at them, her face contorted in rage, her whole body shivering. "Well, you haven't won. None of us have won. All three of you are just as perverted ... just as bad as I am!"
Then, without another word, Rusty turned and ran outside.
Several minutes passed before Marty turned to both of his parents. "She's right, you know. Good-bye."
Then he, too, left. Eventually, after pouring himself yet another drink, Russell spoke to Monica.
"What happens to us now ... divorce?"
Suddenly Monica threw back her head and laughed. But there were tears in her eyes. "Divorce? Don't be stupid, Russell. We're both rotten to the core. Marty is better off without us. But we're all each other has. No, Russell, no divorce. We'll just stay together and suffer for it. We deserve each other!"
* * *
Once outside, with the afternoon breeze in his face, Marty let the emotion he felt hit him like a fist in the stomach.
He was sick inside. The world spun dizzily. For a moment he was standing there and the next he crashed to the lawn, sick, convulsively emptying out his guts.
Dazed, numbed, he finally forced himself to stand. He looked at the house where he had been raised, then getting into his car, he drove down the street. He drove for several minutes before making up his mind about what had to be done.
Directing the car in the direction of his apartment, he felt the anger, the disgust and sickness ebbing away. Just maybe he could piece together a little of what had been his. Maybe there would be some sanity in his life. He only hoped it wasn't too late.
As he stepped down the hallway toward his apartment, he hesitated only a moment, breaking stride for one step.
Then, hoping against hope that she would still be there, he entered the apartment and walked straight to the bedroom.
She was still in bed. When she heard him, she rolled over onto her back and smiled.
"Janice ... I'm going away, getting out of this stinking town for good. What do you say?"
"I say, do we have time to stop by my place for my clothes?"
He smiled. "I love you."
"Then we can take even a little more time."
"For what?"
"Can't you guess?" she said, holding her arms out to him and slowly kicking the sheet from her beautiful, naked body.
* * *
Rusty's hand trembled as she lifted the ornate knocker and let it fall. A few seconds later a voice came from the other side of the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Rusty, Mona. Rusty Dale."
The door didn't open. "I'm expecting somebody, Rusty. Somebody that might be permanent."
"You can call her and tell her not to bother, Mona."
The door opened at once. Mona stood staring at her, then pulled her inside. She shut and locked the door, then turned to face Rusty. "You sure?"
"Yes."
"Good. We'll have some good times, baby, some real good times!"
