Pam had the oddest feeling, while driving away from the city with Angie, that she was making a big mistake. She never should have let Angie talk her into this deal.
Tensing back against the bucket seat of the late-model sports car, she watched the familiar sights of the city fade from view. Angie was tooling along the four lane highway at a sixty-five mile an hour clip, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in tune with the loud rock song on the tape deck.
Pam was tempted to tell the flaky blonde to turn around and go back, that she'd changed her mind about going through with it. The whole idea was too far out. Two eighteen year old girls heading toward the lake to spend a weekend with a man who allegedly was Angie's uncle. A man old enough to be their father. Why, she wondered, why did I ever let myself get talked into such a deal?
The reason she'd finally agreed to go along was Angie's promise that Matt Lynn would give them each twenty-five dollars just for spending a weekend at his plush, lakeside estate. Angie had mentioned she'd been there before with other girl friends. Uncle Matt had always lived up to his promise of money.
Now, her fears mounting, Pam realized she'd failed to find out more about what Angie and friends did to earn the money. When she questioned Angie, the blonde girl had brushed her questions aside.
She could use the money. She had graduated from high school three weeks before and all she'd managed to latch onto had been a part time job as a waitress. Usually during summer vacations she'd had no trouble finding a job. Not this year. Things were tight.
Her widowed mother, Lois Haley, a plump, thirty-six year old, harassed lady had made it plain to Pam that if she wanted to go to college, she'd have to make it on her own. There was no way she could help her financially. Money was a scarce luxury in the dingy Haley household.
That's why she'd agreed to go along with Angie. She needed every cent she could earn. She wanted to attend college in the fall, if at all possible.
Pam glumly watched Angie tooling the snazzy new sports car along the highway. Angie, a beautiful, blue eyed shapely blonde, was an only child of well-to-do parents. She had never done a day's work in her life. She always had plenty of money from doting parents who had given her this late-model sports car on her birthday a few weeks before. Not only did they shower their offspring with gifts but they also gave her a generous allowance. An allowance Angie didn't mind sharing with her best friend of the moment, who at this moment happened to be Pam.
Angie was all set to go to college this fall. No problem for her. No need to scratch, or work, for money. Angie was not a bright student ... she barely made passing grades. But she wasn't exactly a dumb blonde either. She just didn't apply herself to the boredom of school work.
Pam was a straight-A student. She was a brown haired replica of Angie and had been voted the prettiest girl in the senior class. Angie had run a close second. They were like two peas in a pod with a few exceptions. Angie was a dizzy, bubbly type, while Pam was serious and very much a square.
Angie had a bubbly, impish sense of humor. Pam was straight laced and serious about life. That was why they hit it off so well. The only thing they had in common was their beauty.
The closer they came to the lakeside estate of Matt Lynn, the more misgivings Pam was having. She had heard Angie bragging about her rich uncle out in the sticks. Now that she was about to meet him, her fears grew. Was Matt anything like his dizzy niece? She wished now she'd asked more questions about him before accepting Angie's invitation to spend the weekend. Angie had mentioned they'd be alone with the guy.
Turning the volume of the stereo down some, Pam turned to Angie. "Tell me more about this uncle of yours. What sort of a man is he?"
Angie grinned impishly. "You'll like him. He's a doll. A bit of an oddball, but nice." Reaching over she patted Pam on the crotch area, covered by a pair of Pam's best, form fitting jeans. Jeans that were so tight against Pam's cunt as to reveal the small crack and puffy vaginal lips. The light weight material blended against the exotic shape.
Pam blushed at the familiarity of Angie's fingers stroking the outside of her cunt. This was one of the things that bothered her about Angie. The unpredictable things she did. Pam made no effort to remove Angie's stroking fingers from her cunt area. It felt good, but it raised a question in her mind. Was Angie suggesting that using her pussy would be part of the weekend deal? The earning of the much needed twenty-five dollars?
Easing her legs further apart to allow Angie more cunt feeling efforts, she murmured, leaning back against the head rest of the bucket seat, "Is Matt really your uncle?"
Angie giggled. "Not really. I just call him that. He's a sort of third cousin to my mother. His dead wife was distantly related to our family."
"Hhmm, I see. When did his wife die?"
"About three years ago. Matt took it rather hard. He inherited scads of money along with the estate where he lives. Since her death, he's sort of living a hermit-like existence. He doesn't work. He doesn't have to. He's very wealthy. His big hobby right now is painting."
"Painting?"
"He thinks he's an artist. Actually he's a screwball. An eccentric. Don't be surprised at anything he says ... or does. He's an oddball, but a lovable one, and he's harmless." Angie rubbed around on Pam's cunt area, covered by the tight fitting material. "He's, gonna love this!" She chuckled.
"Hold it!" Pam's fears intensified. She edged her cunt away from Angie's stroking fingers. "What's 'at crack mean?"
"Oh, stop worrying." Angie giggled. "Let's just say Matt likes little cracks." She chuckled at her own pun.
But Pam didn't smile. Her prudish instincts took over and she began to worry. The wise cracks. Angie patting her pussy. The suspicions grew, about how she'd have to earn the twenty-five dollars Angie had promised Matt would give her.
"Let's turn around and go back. Take me home. I don't think I'm going to like your Uncle Matt. Get someone else to go along with you for the weekend."
"Relax, Pam. Nothing's going to happen to you that you don't want to happen. I told you that before. I still mean it. Matt's a very gentle person. He never makes any girl do what she doesn't want to do. So cool it. Stop making like a little Miss Innocent." Angie's voice had an edge of harshness. "You'll like Matt. Like I said, he's a nut, but a lovable one. Now stop worrying."
Pam managed a wan smile.
"There's his place!" Angie pointed. They had turned off the main highway a few miles back and had driven a couple of miles along a secondary highway and onto a black topped road. They were now in a very secluded area with glimpses of the huge lake in the background. A lake surrounded by plush estates.
Pam ogled Matt's place in awe. Angie had explained that the man lived in a big house, but she hadn't expected anything quite like this. It was fabulous. A large, two story affair, modern design. A plush lawn surrounding it, dotted with clumps of well tended bushes and shrubbery. A dream house. The type that until now Pam had seen only in movies and on TV.
When they drove toward the parking area to the side, she could see a large patio in the rear. A swimming pool, a tennis court, and a picnic area. Beyond a fringe of trees was the lake, with a boat dock and a couple of boats anchored.
"Like wow!" Pam murmured, her voice filled with awe. "What a place!"
Angie parked alongside a limousine and a smaller late-model sedan. Picking up her suitcase from the back seat, she said, "Let's go get squared away."
Following Angie into the house, Pam's eyes continued to pop wide with awe and with a twinge of jealousy. It was unfair for some people to have so much and others to have so little. Like her own family house, for example. A dump compared to this palace.
Angie led the way up the carpeted hallway, and into a bedroom. She had long ago been impressed by the decor of the place, so her feelings were unlike Pam's. She was a regular visitor to her uncle's place, even to the point of having her own room which she was to share with Pam.
Tossing her overnighter on the bed, and motioning for Pam to do likewise, Angie said, "Let's go find Matt. Tell him we're here."
Pam meekly set her bag on the queen sized bed. Her mind was still boggling with awe at the sight of the surroundings and at the evidence of wealth and expensive decor.
"Where is he?"
"Probably in his studio. As I mentioned, he thinks he's an artist." Angie opened a door leading up the stairs to an attic area. "Matt's set himself up a studio up here so he can catch more sun light," she explained. "Yep, there he is!" Angie's voice was filled with pleasure. She bounced up the few remaining steps and rushed to the far end of the huge room. "Hi, Uncle Matt!" she gurgled. "We're here!"
"Hi, Angie!" The heavy set, goateed artist, who'd been dabbing at a canvas with paint brushes, paused in his art endeavors, spun around and, with a squeal of delight, drew his little niece into his ample embrace. Drawing Angie close, he showered her with kisses, hugs and pats. "Angie! Angie!" he croaked, patting her cute butt. "Am I glad to see you!" He slapped a few more kisses onto her lips.
Pam, who'd slowly followed her impetuous friend up the stairs leading to the attic, paused in open mouthed amazement at the loving scene between uncle and niece. Her amazement wasn't caused because of the display of affection between them, but because....
Matt Lynn was bare ass naked!
Pam had never actually seen a naked man before, even when she'd been fucked the few times in her young life. Those times had been surreptitious and the boys usually just dropped their pants, or pulled their cocks out to shove them in her cunt. None of those times had she been stripped bare, nor had her lovers been naked. She had observed many a man in swim trunks, but never before had she actually observed a man completely naked like this one before her.
And he wasn't a pretty sight. Matt Lynn was thirty-eight. He weighed two hundred pounds on a six foot physique. He had thinning hair on top, long sideburns, a goatee and a moustache along with a pot belly.
He had a nice coat of tan on his ample body and not too much hair.
What fascinated Pam the most, while ogling the touching reunion between uncle and niece, was the sight of his cock. Despite trying not to stare too much at it, she could see that even in repose it was a sizable item. Matt was heavy hung.
After nuzzling, kissing and feeling Angie for some time, Matt glanced up and saw Pam. He stared at her with a startled look in his brown eyes. His fat mouth drooped open and he was immobile for a long time-just staring.
Pam flinched uncomfortably under his odd glance. He seemed in a state of shock at the sight of her. Pam was aware of her beauty, but never before had she affected a man so much as to render the guy speechless.
She forced a smile, and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Hi. I'm Pam."
Angie, aware that her uncle had broken off body contact and was no longer patting her butt, uncoupled from his embrace. "Uncle Matt," she introduced, surprised at the way he was looking at Pam, "this is Pam Haley. Pam, this is my uncle-Matt Lynn." Having completed the introductions, Angie slyly jabbed Matt in the ample belly. "Didn't I tell you she was something? "
Matt finally snapped out of his trance and came back to reality. Holding out his chubby hand, he shook Pam's. "Hi, Pam. Welcome to my home." For another long moment he got a glazed look in his eyes, while glancing at her from stem to stern.
"Thank you." Pam fidgeted some more. She wished he wouldn't stare at her like this. It was unsettling.
"Whatcha doing, Matt?" Angie asked, bouncing forward to peer at what he'd been working on with his paints and oils. Then she giggled. "Hah! Still working on that painting of me?"
Matt smiled and nodded. Tearing his glance from Pam, he stepped over to where he'd been working before they'd barged in. "I can't get it quite right. How 'bout if we do a bit more on it now?" He glanced at his watch. "It's still early and there's plenty of light." He glanced at the skylight from which the sun rays were beaming, giving plenty of light to the lavishly furnished artist studio.
Pam stared around. Even here in the attic, it was apparent that Matt had spent thousands of dollars fixing the place up to suit his artistic tastes. She drifted toward the painting he'd been working on while Angie quickly stripped bare.
Her eyes distended in surprise when she ogled the masterpiece Matt had been working on.
It was a painting of a cunt!
The eighteen-by-twenty inch canvas on the easel featured a blonde haired pussy. It was centered on the canvas in intricate and intimate detail. The feature item. Directly below the hairy little cunt there was a puckered asshole, and trailing off to the edges there were parts of a lovely pair of thighs and below there was a cute pair of asscheeks.
The main thrust of the entire painting, however, was the blonde haired cunt, spread slightly apart showing the clitty button and the inner, velvety walls.
Pam's startled glance swept from the canvas to other pictures in the room. It was then, that the enormity of the situation swept through her startled mind. Hanging around the studio there were more paintings. Paintings obviously done by this connoisseur of cunts. Paintings of more cunts. Dark haired ones. Light haired ones. Reddish colored ones. Intermingled among the display of cunt pictures one could see a few paintings of girls' breasts. Lush, voluptuous breasts.
There were a few paintings of asses. Nothing but asscheeks with the shit chutes showing, and directly below, the cunts. Lewd, erotic paintings-all. It was plainly evident to Pam what kind of an artist Matt was. He was one who specialized in girls' sex items. Cunts. Assholes. Tits.
It was crazy. Weird. Far out. Her mind boggled while she stared at the array of feminine art. Then her fears returned. She felt an overpowering urge to flee this mad scene.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Angie. "How do you like the painting of me, Pam?"
Pam turned around and sucked in a deep breath. Angie, having stripped bare, had climbed onto a posing table. She was now sitting on the dark cloth covering the narrow table. She had her legs spread wide and her cunt completely exposed to view-just like on the canvas.
Pam, a sense of terror gripping her and wondering if she'd stumbled into a nut house, tried to maintain a semblance of composure. She peered from the painting on the canvas to the model on the bench.
Deciding to play it cool, and knowing that most times Angie was as sane as her, she pursed her lips and tried acting like an art critic. "It does look a lot like you, Angie." Her glance swept from the painting to the spread eagled legs of her friend.
Matt was pleased by Pam's praise. Sliding closer, to her, he pointed with his brush at his painting, "I've been working on this one for some time. I just can't quite get it perfect. This little area here keeps changing." He pointed to the crack near Angie's clitty. "I think Angie's doing too much fucking on the side. It's changing her cunt size." He chuckled.
"You know better than that, Matt. You're the only bastard I've been fucking lately." Angie giggled.
"Hah!" scoffed Matt, stepping over to his blonde model. Bending down, he arranged a few cunt hairs and spread the vaginal lips apart to suit his artistic eye.
While arranging the cunt of his model to his liking, his little blonde haired model was toying with his limp cock. "I'll bet I can get it real hard, Matt, if you let me suck it."
"Be my guest!" Matt, knowing that his artistic endeavors were over for the time being, smiled knowingly and eased his cock toward Angie's eager mouth.
Angie, in perfect cock sucking position, reclining on the bench, pulled his limp cock close to her and, without batting an eye, drew it into her mouth!
Pam stared in surprise. Not only had Angie lived up to her promise to get Matt's prick hard but she had also managed to get it to an enormous size. With each stroke of Angie's mouth on the surging cock, it grew in size and thickness.
From her vantage point, standing near the easel with the painting of Angie's cunt, she stared fascinated at the scene. Angie had moved around on the posing bench until she was in excellent cock sucking position. It was obvious that Angie was an expert fellatrice.
She handled Matt's surging prick with expertise. In. Out. The thick rod slid down her deep throat. She fondled his swinging, hairy balls and dipped fingers in and out of his asshole to exact greater size and strength to the soaring cock.
Angie's baby blue eyes were filled with passion and lust as she sucked off her uncle. She winked lewdly at Pam and rolled her eyes in ecstasy.
She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy while sucking the prick and getting her pussy licked by Matt who had bent down and was returning the sucking favor.
To Pam, still in a state of shock, it was unreal. She could feel a flush on her cheeks. She glared at Angie. Her friend had tricked her. Here they were in the house for less than an hour and already Angie was stark naked, as was her Uncle Matt.
And were thoroughly enjoying themselves!
With a moan of despair, Pam stepped away from the easel, bypassed the sucking couple on the bench, and with head high and shoulders squared, she left the lascivious scene of the artist at work on his model.
A few minutes later, she flopped on the bed in Angie's bedroom and gave way to sobs. Her initial feeling of having made a mistake in allowing Angie into talking her into coming here had been verified.
CHAPTER TWO
Pam was still sobbing a half hour later when Angie casually wandered into the bedroom, carrying her clothes. She had an expression of contentment on her face.
Tossing her clothes on the vanity stool, Angie paused by the bed. "Hey, what's with you? Why the weeps?"
Sitting up on the bed, Pam glared. "You tricked me!"
"I tricked you? What the hell does that mean?"
Hopping from the bed, fully dressed, Pam paced the floor. "You promised nothing would happen if I came here!"
"So?" Angie smiled impishly, went over to the bureau and poured a round of drinks. Handing one to Pam, she murmured, "What're you pissed off about?"
"You broke your promise!" Pam sipped at the drink. She needed it. "I want to go home. Please get dressed and take me back to the city. I don't want to stay here. No way!"
Angie shrugged. "Suit yourself. I take you home now, you don't get the twenty-five bucks."
"If I have to do what you did to earn it, I don't want it!"
"Geez, you're uptight." Angie wandered over and stood by the window overlooking the rear of the mansion and grounds, including the swimming pool directly below and the tennis courts in the background.
"You lied to me. You said nothing would happen."
Turning around, Angie cut loose with a disarming smile. "I said nothing would happen to you that you didn't want to happen. Right?"
"Well, yes, you did phrase it that way."
"And it's still that way. Like I said, Matt's a nice guy. An oddball, but I can assure you he won't touch you, or harm a hair on your head-or cunt-unless you want him to."
"But you and him?" Pam was puzzled. "And those weird paintings in his studio?"
Angie chuckled. "Relax, darling. Matt's harmless. He just likes girls, that's all. Pretty young ones. Mostly he just likes to look. He is getting a bit old."
"Hah!" Pam snorted, recalling the scene in the studio a short time before. Thirty-eight year old Matt was acting like a young buck while he was getting his cock sucked and sucking Angie's cunt. Hardly the image of an old man.
Angie, who was now laying on the bed, legs spread wide, knees up and her cunt completely exposed, patted the bed beside her. "Sit down and I'll explain a few facts of life about Matt."
Pam hesitated, then sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance from her friend. "I think he's a nut. He scares me. The way he stared at me."
Angie frowned. "That was a bit unusual the way he looked at you. As though he'd seen a ghost, but forget that. Let me tell you a bit about him. He's a lonely man. He's been moping around like a lost soul ever since his Gloria got killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. He's just beginning to snap out of it. His painting hobby."
"That's another thing. Why does he paint such lewd things? Why not trees, the lake, other scenery. Why just girls' items?" Pam was beginning to get intrigued with the story of Matt Lynn.
"He tried painting other things. No dice. He's not an artist. He's a no-talent dauber, so now he just concentrates on painting the things he likes most. Cunts. Assholes and titties." Angie giggled.
"He does pretty good on them. I noticed the one he was painting of you." Pam glanced at Angie's exposed cunt. The painting had been a remarkable likeness of the twitching twat.
"It should be a good one. He's been working on it for a couple of months." Angie smiled. "I don't think hell ever finish it. He just uses it as an excuse to get me to visit."
"And those other paintings? They're of some of the friends you brought along?" Pam's suspicions surfaced. A reason why he was staring at her so oddly. Maybe he was picturing how her cunt would look on canvas?
"Right.
"And that's what the girls do to earn the twenty-five bucks?"
"Wrong." Angie dashed her solution to smithereens.
"What?"
"The money. The twenty-five. That's just for your being here. Spending the weekend as his houseguest. No strings attached. Matt likes to have young girls around to look at. Mind you, I said to look at! That's all you have to do to earn your twenty-five. Just hang around and let Matt look at you. He won't lay a hand on you if you don't want him to. Believe me."
"But those weird paintings? The other girls posing? Your posing?"
"That's extra. All those girls whose parts you saw in the paintings earned extra money for posing like that. An opportunity you'll probably get, if you want it."
"Well, I've got news for you, I don't want it! No way!" Pam hopped to her feet, went to the window and peered down at the recreation area. She was startled to see Matt near the swimming pool.
Startled because Matt was still stark naked.
Pointing, she grumbled, "Don't that bastard ever wear any clothes?"
Joining her at the window, Angie slid an arm around trembling Pam. "Not around here, he doesn't. Matt believes in nudism. When his wife Gloria was alive they used to go to nudist camps a lot. The poor bastard's been all shook up since her death. He took it real bad. He sure loved Gloria."
"How old was she when she had her accident?"
"Twenty-six. She was about ten years younger than Matt. She was sure a beautiful girl, with a shape like out of this world."
"Hhmm." The picture Pam was getting of the naked man was beginning to come into focus. A guy who loved his wife. Her sudden death. His shock. A couple of years of grieving. Now, finally coming out of his shell. But somewhere along the way he must've cracked up a bit. He sure did oddball things. His painting hobby. Liking to have young girls wandering around his estate just to look at, she thought.
"When you get to know him maybe you'll like him. I'll agree he's a nut, but a lovable one."
"Yeah, you proved that a short time ago. It didn't take you long to start with the love." Pam said sarcastically.
"Aw, come off it, Pam. Stop sounding like a prude. You act like you never sucked a cock, or got fucked. I know better." Angie smiled knowingly.
"Yeah, but I don't do it right out in the open, in front of anyone!" Pam protested, trying to retain a semblance of common sense to the conversation. "And to my own uncle!" she added, scathingly.
Angie shrugged. "So maybe he ain't really my uncle. So what? Hell, Matt's been sucking me off and fucking me since I was fifteen. He used to play with my pussy when I was a kid, ten or eleven years old. So what's the big deal? I love my Uncle Matt. He treats me good. I'll let him do anything he wants to me, any time he wants."
"Yeah, so I've noticed."
"Okay. Okay. You've made your point, Miss High and Mighty." Sliding her arm from around Pam's waist, Angie reached for her clothes. "I'll get dressed and drive you home. The way you're sounding off, you wouldn't be much fun around, anyway. I should've known better than to bring you along. You act just like you do in high school. Your nose up in the air." Angie sounded bitter in her analysis of her friend.
"It's just that I'm confused. Things happened so quick." Pam was staring at Matt who was reclining on a full length beach chair, soaking up some of the waning afternoon sun. Even in repose he was a majestic figure of a man. Except for his pot belly, he was a fine specimen of manhood and looked quite distinguished with his longish hair, moustache and goatee. He looked the part of an eccentric artist.
And he also had one other outstanding point. A big cock which even now in repose, from having been recently sucked, was an interesting item.
Wobbling around on one leg and trying to maintain her balance while trying to get into her panties, Angie said grumpily, "C'mon, grab the overnight bags and bring 'em to my car. I'll drive you back home. I'm quite sure I can find another girl who'll be glad to hang around here for twenty-five dollars!"
The mention of the money caused Pam's mind to whirl. Money was a very short supply item in her house. Mom had all she could do to keep the home together without allowing for extras like sending her to college in the fall. She'd have to make that on her own.
"You sure Matt won't touch me, or get fresh with me, if I decide to stay?"
"You have my word for it." Angie paused with her see-through panties barely covering her cunt. "I guarantee that if you don't want him to touch you, he won't. Like I said, all he wants to do is look. Hell talk to you, of course, and maybe hell proposition you. Offer you money to do something, but you'll have a free choice of saying yes or no. If you flat tell him no, that you're not interested, hell drop the subject and just be a looker. My word on it." She smiled hopefully. "You'll stay?"
Cutting loose with a big sigh, Pam nodded. Angie was right so far. Nothing had happened to her. Matt had barely spoken to her. Of course he'd been too interested in his cute blonde model to pay attention to anyone else at the time. "I'll agree on one condition?"
"What?"
"That if I find out you've lied to me again, or if I change my mind, you'll drive me back home?"
"A deal!" Angie quickly slid from her panties and was back to being a nude. "Now c'mon, get undressed and we'll join Matt at poolside."
"Aren't you going to wear your bikini?" Pam was horrified.
"Hell, no. No one wears clothes around here. Not even Missus Duncan, the housekeeper. Like I said, Matt believes in nudism."
"But ... but I can't run around naked!"
"Suit yourself. Put on your bikini if you want, but you're going to look mighty foolish being the only one with any clothes on."
Pam quickly changed into her bikini. Even with the skimpy, light brown colored garment, she felt almost naked. It barely covered her, but at least it hid her small patch of brown colored cunt hairs and her bra barely covered her lush, out-thrust breasts. "I'm ready." She laughed nervously and followed Angie from the bedroom.
En route down the carpeted hallway, Angie paused before a closed bedroom door. "This used to be Gloria's bedroom. Matt keeps it locked and exactly like it was when she was alive. Don't ever mention it to him, or try to get in there. It's off limits and sacred to him."
"Gotcha." Pam sighed.
When they arrived at poolside, Matt hopped to his feet and beamed. "Ah, there you are!" His glance roved over Pam and a momentary gleam of disapproval swept to his dark eyes when he noticed she was not completely naked. "Didn't Angie mention I'm a confirmed nudist?" he asked, his deep voice low and soft.
"She did, but I mentioned I'm not. I mean, I feel kind of embarrassed with nothing on." Pam felt a trifle foolish trying to explain being a prude.
"That's quite all right, my dear. You look lovely just as you are. Any time you feel like it, you can strip and join us in the nude bit. If not, you just keep wearing what you want." He stared oddly at her.
Pam flinched under his glance. There it was again. His giving her the odd looks. She wished he wouldn't stare at her like this. She felt like a specimen under a microscope. He was staring at her almost like a man in a trance.
To break the trance, she nodded toward the inviting pool. "Mind if I try it?"
"Be my guest." He waved a hand.
Pam dove into the cooling water and swam around the large pool. She was an excellent swimmer. The water was nice and cool and felt good on this hot, late afternoon. She made up her mind. Matt could stare at her all he wanted. Get his twenty-five dollars worth in looking. She'd enjoy the goodies, like this pool, the tennis court and other recreational things.
That way, they'd both be getting their money's worth. She enjoyed the pool and was joined by Angie and Matt. The trio swam around and enjoyed the luxury of the private pool. They raced each other. They took turns diving. They had fun. Pam felt rather odd being the only one in a swim suit, but the odd feeling soon ebbed. She enjoyed.
She watched amusedly while Angie and Matt played grab-ass with each other. She was shockproof about her friend and her uncle. Nothing they would do now would surprise her. Not after what she'd seen and the talk with Angie. The relationship between uncle and niece was an endearing one and one which they both enjoyed to the hilt.
At the moment Angie was swimming under water, grabbing at Matt's limp cock with her mouth as she swam by. Despite Angie's all-out efforts to get his prick hard again, it remained at half mast, thanks to the cool water and the fact that Angie had drained it dry a short time before, Matt was thirty-eight. At his age it was becoming more and more difficult to maintain hardons at so fast a pace. He needed plenty of rest between cums.
But Angie enjoyed clowning around with his limp prick. Matt, not to be outdone, fondled Angie's breasts, butt and cunt while frolicking around in the water. The two naked water sprites were thoroughly enjoying each other and copping copious feels of each other.
Pam, heating up from watching the lewd action, was tempted to strip off her bikini and join them. Her scruples and prudishness warned her against such activity.
She would bide her time. Not rush into anything. She forced a smile when Matt and Angie swam down to the shallow end of the pool and joined her. Matt was on his back, doing a back stroke. Angie was between his legs with his cock in her mouth, doing the breast stroke.
When they arrived in front of her, Angie released the half hard cock and grinned. "Wanna try that trick, Pam?" she offered generously.
Pam was tempted. Then she noticed the way that Matt was staring at her. That odd gleam in his eyes. The scary stare. She shook her head. "No, thanks. You two enjoy yourselves. I'll just swim around." She had set the record straight for the oddball. He could only look, but not touch.
She noticed the disappointment in his eyes when he swam away. She didn't care. There was something about him that was scary. He frightened her. She would try to stay clear of him. Be polite, but wary.
She watched when the fun loving duo headed upstream. This time the positions were reversed. Angie was floating on her back, doing a slow back stroke. She had her legs spread wide. Matt was nuzzled between her glorious, creamy pink white thighs. He had his fangs sunk deep into Angie's lovely pussy while he pushed along doing a breast stroke. He managed to keep his tongue in her twat while he moved toward the other side of the pool.
Pam smiled tolerantly when Angie winked lewdly. She felt a moistness at her crotch which wasn't from the pool water only.
Again she felt herself heating up and beating down the desire to join them in the fun and games. Matt's prick was still at half mast but she figured she could get it hard in a hurry if she sucked it.
She pushed the lewd thoughts to the back of her mind. She wanted no part of that kind of action ... at least, not yet. She had to give it plenty of thought.
She was still giving it some thought a few minutes later when she climbed from the pool and dried herself. She was joined at poolside by the two playful naked nymphs. She noticed that despite all Angie's sucking and playing with Matt's prick, it was still only half-hard. This was an indication that the man possibly had complete control over his passions and was able to turn it on and off at his desire. And that at his age he had learned to pace himself.
"Angie, how 'bout going to the kitchen and tell Missus Duncan well be eating dinner in about an hour? Also mention we have a guest." Matt said, indicating with his head toward Pam.
"Sure." Slinging a towel over her shoulder Angie strode toward the house.
Turning to Pam, with a shy smile, Matt murmured, "You're scared of me, aren't you?"
"I ... I...." Pam shrugged. "No, not exactly. It's just that you are kind of ... different. And the way you stare at me...."
"I'm sorry." He smiled and finished drying himself. "I'll explain later about that. But I am sorry if I frighten you. Do I come on too strong, or something?"
"It's not that," Pam tried to explain. "It's just that things are not exactly like I thought they'd be. I mean, you and Angie doing what you do."
"Oh, that!" Matt chuckled. "Hell, we've been doing things like that since Angie was this high!" He held his hand out to indicate the size of a tot.
"Not only that. It's other things, too. Like your studio!" blurted Pam. "Those paintings!"
Matt nodded and smiled. "I thought that was bothering you," he beamed, then asked, in a low voice, "Pam, honey, would you pose for me?"
CHAPTER THREE
Pam, vividly recalling the painting of Angie's cunt on the easel in his studio, and the other weird paintings hanging around on the walls of the studio, was shocked at his blunt request. Her initial reaction was to blurt out a "Hell, no!"
"Please?" Matt, now completely dry, wrapped the towel around his neck and stared at her from stem to stern and back again. He wet his lips in anticipation. Oddly enough, his prick, which had been bouncing around rather stiffly in the pool while Angie and Matt had been playing grab-ass, was hanging limp, with hardly a sign of stiffness.
That was one of the things about him that puzzled her. Any other man hinting at such a proposal and ogling her in her brief bikini that revealed far more than it concealed would have a rip roaring hard on. Not Matt. He sure was an odd one.
She recalled how avidly he had sucked Angie's cunt in the studio and how he and Angie had clowned around in the pool. She also recalled that he had a nice, thick prick. A prime one. The kind that a girl likes to get shoved up her cunt.
Despite these conflicting thoughts, she still had the inner fear of the oddball. The way he looked at her. The crazy gleam in his eyes. It was scary.
"How 'bout it, honey?" His deep voice pleaded.
"Gee, I don't know. I never posed before. When Angie mentioned me coming along she didn't say anything about me posing, expecially for the type of work you do."
Matt chuckled. "I try to capture a girl's best points."
"And what're my best points?"
"That's what I'd like to find out." He held her hand and squeezed. "Please pose for me, honey. I'll pay you extra for this weekend if you do. And if you're concerned about me, you have my promise nothing will happen to you-that you don't want to happen," he added, his voice filled with sincerity.
Pam, staring down at Matt's mighty prick which was still in repose, and churning around in her mind his promise of additional money for posing, nodded. "I guess so."
"Splendid!" Matt beamed, and glanced at his watch. "We have about an hour before eating dinner. Let's go to my studio and get things set up?"
Cutting loose with a resigned sigh, Pam allowed herself to be led off by the kooky artist. En route past the bedrooms on the second floor, she inclined her head toward the closed door of Matt's deceased wife's bedroom. She had learned the reason for the closed door from Angie, but now wanted to hear it from him. "Whose bedroom is that?"
His eyes clouded. "That was my wife's room. Angie tell you about her?" His voice was tinged with sadness.
Pam nodded.
"I've left her room exactly like it was when she was alive. I haven't touched a thing." There was a sob in his voice. "I don't allow anyone in there," he added softly.
"Hhm. I see." Pam continued down the hallway, opened the door leading to the attic studio and mounted the steps. Even the stairs leading to the attic were carpeted. Matt sure hadn't spared any expense in making this mansion a fabulous one.
She hesitated near the special bench on which he posed his models. A low, narrow, wooden bench covered with a dark-blue cloth, presumably to contrast it with the pink white flesh of his models.
Matt went to his easel, slid off the incomplete drawing of Angie's golden-haired pussy and replaced it with a blank canvas.
Peering owlishly at the canvas and casting a glance upward at the skylight through which the waning afternoon sun was still casting a few beams, he murmured, "We still have a bit of daylight left to make a few preliminary sketches. Take off your bikini, honey, and hop up on the bench," he added casually.
Pam hesitated. The moment of truth was upon her. The moment she'd been dreading and which she knew the horny bastard had been leading up to. A chance to ogle her cunt.
Her glance went to his cock and some of her fears ebbed. It was still in repose. The guy sure had a remarkable control over his prick, or could it be something else? The thought intrigued her, but she felt a sense of security. She dropped her bikini bottom and slid off her bikini bra. She was now in the uniform of the day.
Stark naked!
She smiled with approval when she noticed his look of awe and admiration. She was well aware that she was a physical specimen of marvelous dimensions in the 35-23-35 range of curvy, creamy white loveliness. She had nice, rounded, solid, out-thrust titties, with taut nipples in a small sea of darker pink flesh. She had a small mat of dark, curly brown hairs that formed a neat triangle above her pussy. The top of her cunt crack was visible from the way she was standing with legs slightly spread.
Slowly she eased herself onto the bench, trying not to show too much of herself to the artist.
Matt, almost in a trance, stepped from behind his easel and came over to pose his model. He stood before her and stared at her, trying to decide which were Pam's best points. A difficult thing to determine. The girl was so beautiful all over. Lovely, creamy white breasts, so nice, so firm, so fully packed and so round. Sheer mounds of glory and, oh, so voluptuous.
His glance swept down to her pretty pussy. He almost flipped. A long-time connoisseur of beautiful cunts, he knew that this one was without a doubt one of the prettiest of all. A small crack, indicating extreme tightness. A clitty button peeking through the tiny crack. Cute, puffy vaginal lips that were so adorable and so kissable. Fringing the tiny cunt area was a mop of curly brown hairs.
Directly below this sight to behold there was a cute, puckered asshole. A tiny aperture, fringed with soft brown hairs.
Matt, having ogled many a young cunt since he took up his hobby of painting girls' private parts, knew that at this moment he was gawking at the fairest of them all. A marvelous thing of beauty. A naked girl who was sheer perfection and would cause him some trouble in deciding which feature to concentrate on. It would require a good deal of thought and plenty of close-up study before he could put the brush to canvas.
Pam, the recepient of his stares, felt a hot blush in her cheeks. "Well, what part of me are you going to paint?"
Stroking his chin and trying to play the part of an artist, Matt continued to stare first at her boobs, then at her cunt, then at her asshole, back to the boobs and cunt, then at the pretty face. "My God, honey," he murmured, his voice filled with awe, "you are so beautfiful ... so beautiful."
Reaching out, he placed a hand on one of her wondrous melons and gently fondled it. Then the other one. He tweaked at the taut nipples. He then ran his hand down her flat tummy. Pam, was sitting, with hands behind her and leaning back, propped on one elbow. She had her legs spread wide, knees apart and her cunt completely exposed. He touched her warmly moist pussy and slowly began running his palms around and about on it. "That feel good, honey?"
Pam, heating up, nodded and humped her pussy forward for more palming. "You going to paint that?" She giggled nervously.
"Perhaps." Matt, the Renoir of the pussy painting set, leaned down and planted a hot kiss on the hot pussy, and then voraciously licked at the pretty pussy.
Pam began to climax and her cunt grew moist with his licking at her cunt juices. She always enjoyed getting cunt lapped by an expert. This oddball with the paint brushes was an expert in the art. He had a nice, long tongue and knew how to use it. He dipped it far into Pam's spasming pussy. He licked and slurped like a cunt lapping poddle doggie, thoroughly enjoying his task and savoring of the nice pissy odor that accompanied the cunt swabbing job.
Pam, heating up to the point where she was ready to climb the studio walls, reached for his still soft cock. "Let's get this bastard real hard," she suggested, pumping it slowly. "Then you can shove it in my cunt before you start painting." While she made the remark she recalled what Angie had mentioned, that Uncle Matt wouldn't do a thing to her-unless she wanted him to. Well, she was begging for it. She was so damned hot, she would have let a monkey fuck her at the moment.
Matt weighed her fucking suggestion while lapping her cunt. Then he did an odd thing. He stepped away from her jerking fingers and moved back behind his easel. His prick, which had begun to show signs of emerging hardness, thanks to her jerking, drooped to his normal, limp stance.
Pam's cuntal heat waves receded. She stared in disbelief. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
Stepping closer, but staying out of reach of her groping fingers, he smiled down. "Do you really want me to, honey? Do you want it so badly you'll beg for it?"
"I ... I...." Again she recalled Angie's words that Matt wouldn't touch her unless she really wanted him to. Here she was, in the man's house for less than three hours and already she was practically begging to get fucked. Yet, a short time ago, she was threatening to leave for fear that this big cocked bastard might make a pass at her. She was confused.
She smiled thinly. The heat waves receded. He wanted to play games with her. She'd play along with him, using her ground rules.
She eased her legs together, hiding her cunt and asshole. Sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees she smiled enigmatically. "I really don't want to get fucked. I was just testing you to see how far you'd go. Hell, how could you fuck me anyway," she added, a note of scorn in her voice and inclining her head. "You can't even get a hardon!" His cock was flaccid and in repose.
"I'm glad you said that, honey." He beamed happily. "I'm glad you're not like more of the girls who come here with Angie. Or like Angie, for instance. Little Miss Pushover," he whispered, with a wide grin on his face when Angie barged up the steps and joined them.
Angie, who hadn't heard his sarcastic remark about her, stepped over and peered at the blank canvas. "Hey, you haven't even started!"
Matt smiled. "We haven't decided which part of Pam to paint."
"Why not do a full length portrait? That would be a switch."
Matt frowned and digested the suggestion. A thoughtful gleam came to his eyes. "A portrait? Hhmmm."
"Well, whatever you decide, it'll have to wait. Dinner's about ready. Missus Duncan said to get downstairs pronto!"
Matt nodded, still mulling over the thought she had suggested. Patting her on the ass, he eased her toward the steps. "You run along, my pretty little lass. We'll be right down."
When Angie had left, he turned to Pam. "What do you think of the idea?"
"What idea?"
"Me doing a portrait of you?" He waved a hand about him at the lewd paintings he'd done and which adorned his studio.
"Can you do portraits?" All Pam had seen of his artistic endeavors were these pictures of cunts, tits, and assholes.
"I'm not sure." Matt shrugged. "When I first started painting several months back, I took a few lessons from a real artist. I bought all this gear, and all these books on learning how to draw and paint. I tried a few things but they didn't turn out so good. Then one day while Angie and I were kinda fooling around, I posed her on this bench and started doing a painting of just her cunt." He smiled at the memory. "It turned out kinda good."
"And since then youVe specialized in girls' parts?" Pam ventured.
"Right. I do seem to have a knack for painting them. Of course," he added truthfully, "it doesn't take too much talent to paint those kinds of things. Just time and patience."
"And a willing model?"
"Exactly."
"To whom you pay a good price?"
"Right. The amount of time and money I spend on a subject depends on the model herself. Some of these girls had to pose several times. Others I finished in one sitting."
And one fucking, thought Pam, glad now that he hadn't given in to her plea to fuck her. His new brainstorm was the beginning of a new ball game. "It would take a long time to do a portrait, wouldn't it?"
"It sure would. A few hours a day for plenty of days. I'd have to study up on the subject. Do plenty of research. Maybe even consult with some artists. Frankly, I wouldn't even know how to start, but I'd be willing to give it a try." He was enthusiastic. "How 'bout you, honey?"
Pam shook her head. "No way. I guess maybe Angie told you a few things about me? We just graduated from high school. I'd like to go to college this fall, but if I do, I'll have to find a steady job. I'll have to pay my own way. My Mom couldn't afford to send me."
"Yeah, I know. Angie did mention a few things about you."
"So, I guess that lets that out. I guess you can just have time to paint what you want of me this weekend. Then it'll be endsville. I won't be coming back. I'll be working somewhere, I guess."
Stroking his beard, Matt eyed her thoughtfully. The idea of doing a portrait of Pam was running through his mind, pushing aside the things she was saying. He only half-heard her. His mind was racing. "It would take weeks. Maybe months. Maybe I couldn't do it, but I'd sure like to give it a try. A portrait of Pam. Even the title sounds exciting."
Pam shook her head. "You haven't been listening."
He frowned. "What?"
"I mentioned I wouldn't be available. I have to get a job. A full-time summer job."
"Sure."
"It'd take plenty of money to pay for college. Thousands of dollars."
"I know." Matt stared at her. Again with the odd gleam in his eyes. "A portrait of Pam. Hhmm. Maybe we can work something out? Let's give it some thought. Right now, let's go eat." Patting her on the bare behind, he eased toward the stairs.
"Sure, we'll give it some thought."
* * *
A few hours later, immersed in a bathtub full of hot water and soaking herself, Pam was still giving the matter some thought. She'd had lots of time to think about it. Matt and Angie, after supper, had taken up where they'd left off at poolside, playing grabass with each other.
Impish Angie had been hot to trot and Matt had obliged her. They all had gone into the den for some fun and games, shooting pool, throwing darts and playing ping-pong. During the fun and games, Angie had teased Matt and had gotten him all hot and bothered. He and Angie were still in the nude. Pam had slipped into a pair of shorts and a halter. She hadn't joined too much in the fun and games. Frolicking around in the nude wasn't her bag.
Matt had danced together cheek to cheek, tittie to tittie and bare cunt to half-hard cock. Angie had playfully teased Matt's cock and several times had impishly gone down on him for a few quick sucks.
Pam guessed that this was the way the uncle and niece acted when together like this. Fun and games.
Several times during the evening Angie had tried to induce Pam to join in the fun and games and play with Matt's cock. Pam had politely, but firmly, edged away from the lewd invitations. At the moment she wasn't in the mood for such action. They respected her wishes and left her to brood in silence, and sip a few drinks in her thoughtful solitude. Again it proved that Angie had been right about Matt. He didn't force himself on any girls.
Matt glanced at her hopefully a few times during the horseplay with Angie, but she ignored his pleading glances. So Matt concentrated on his impish niece who was bound and determined to get him into a fucking mood.
Angie succeeded. She finally got Matt's cock to surging heights. He was ready. Sweeping his impish niece up into his arms and nipping at her lovely breasts, he carried her from the den and up to his bedroom, after remarking, "Okay, you little imp. You're asking for it. Up we go. I'll fuck you until you cry UNCLE!" He chuckled at his pun.
Angie winked lewdly at Pam when they passed her en route to the bedroom. Her big baby blue eyes were alight with happiness and great expectations. Angie had gone this route many a time with her uncle.
While soaking in the tub and giving deep thought to all that had transpired since she'd come here earlier in the afternoon, Pam wondered if maybe she should accept Matt's tentative offer to do a portrait of her. She wasn't quite sure what the portrait would include, but he seemed sincere in his desire to give it a try.
"Hi, darling." Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Angie.
She glanced up, startled. "Oh, hi, Angie. Did you have fun?"
Angie, her blonde hair messed up somewhat and a trifle breathless, with heaving breasts and sucking in deep breaths of air, sat on the commode and pissed. Her face was still flushed from her endeavors, and she rolled her eyes upward while unloading her piss. "Man, was he ever hot tonight!
He fucked me twice." Angie sighed in ecstasy.
"Don't talk like that!" Pam said sharply, her prudish instincts stirring within. "It's disgusting!"
Angie chuckled, wiped her cunt with some paper and stood beside the huge tub. Peering down with an impish grin, she murmured, "I think the reason Matt's so damned hot and bothered is because of you."
"Me?" wide-eyed innocence said.
"Yeah, he's been acting odd ever since he first laid eyes on you. There's something about you that sure turns him on. Even when he was fucking the shit out of me he was talking about you!"
"Oh?" Pam frowned. "What did he say?"
"Move over and I'll tell you."
Angie stepped into the tub and sat down facing Pam!
"Hey, what d'ya think you're doing?" Pam moved over, surprised and annoyed at the sudden maneuver on the part of her friend. She was used to Angie's unorthodoxy, but this was a bit too much. All her life, Pam had taken baths by herself. She had also slept alone for most of her life. It was somewhat disconcerting to find another girl sharing the same bathtub.
Ignoring Pam's shock and evident annoyance, Angie picked up the washcloth, soaped it and began impishly washing Pam's already well washed titties. "Mat mentioned something about doing a full length portrait, or a facial portrait of you this summer."
"We talked about it." Pam said, shocked at finding her titties being washed by Angie. By now she realized she should be shock proof about anything Angie did. The kooky kid was full of surprises. Maybe that's why she liked her so much. "What did he say?"
"Not too much. I guess he's giving it some thought. It would take plenty of time."
"And money?"
"Hell, that's no problem with Matt. He's loaded. If he makes up his mind about something, money won't stand in his way." Angie dipped the wash cloth down between Pam's thighs and washed the brown-haired pussy. "My, what a cute little pussy!" she exclaimed, impishly, sliding her moist fingers up and down the tiny crack.
"Oh, you!" Pam pretended shock and annoyance, but for some odd reason she kind of liked what Angie was doing. All evening while watching Angie and Matt in action, she'd been heating up and almost giving in to the urge to join them. Only her deep rooted, inner, prudish instincts had prevented her from stripping bare and giving way to her wanton thoughts with action.
"Here, your turn to wash me." Angie handed her the washcloth. "Do a good job on my pussy. The big cock of Matt's just about ruined it!" She chuckled lewdly.
Pam hesitated. This was crazy. What the hell was she doing here in a bathtub with another naked girl. A girl who had just washed her cunt and titties and was requesting similar services? A girl who was talking dirty and saying nasty things?
Hesitating, she was lost. Soaping the cloth she moved forward and began washing Angie's solid breasts. Angie had a nice pair of boobs. So firm, so round, so fully packed. Creamy mounds of flawless, white flesh, with taut nipples and a small area of darker pink flesh. Small wonder Matt had flipped over his niece.
Angie placed her hand over Pam's and assisted in the tittie washing project. She stared deeply into Pam's troubled, soft brown eyes. Now she, too, got that odd gleam in her eyes. It was as though she suddenly saw something in Pam's appearance. In her face. In her eyes. She nodded and murmured, "I got it!"
"Got what?"
"The reason why Matt's been looking at you so oddly."
"Oh. Why?"
Angie opened her mouth to blurt out the reason, then quickly changed the subject. "Never mind. Let's just say you're so damned beautiful, he's flipped. If I were a guy, I'd flip for you, too. Now c'mon, wash my pussy." She slid Pam's hand and the washrag down to her cunt.
Pam heated up while washing Angie's cunt. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Washing another girl's pussy. And oddly enough, she enjoyed the task!
The girls washed each other all over. Titties. Cunts. Assholes and all over the thighs, legs, and backs. While washing each other, they giggled, pinched and nipped. Pam forgot all about her inner scruples and prudishness while enjoying this playful moment with the blonde-haired dazzler. Angie was such fun.
Finally they hopped from the tub, and between more giggles, pinches and pets, they succeeded in drying each other.
Angie went to the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, held out her hands invitingly and murmured, "Come to me, darling." She had an odd gleam in her eyes.
Pam's merriment died. She ogled her nude friend. Angie was flopped on her back, bare ass naked. Her knees were lifted and her legs were spread wide, revealing completely her lovely, golden haired twat. "Aren't you going to wear a nightie?"
"Don't be such a square. C'mon, let's sleep in the raw." She wiggled her fingers in an inviting manner, indicating Pam should join her on the bed.
"Gee, I don't know." Again Pam hesitated. "I always wear a nightie to bed. I never sleep naked."
"Try it, you'll like it." Angie patted the bed beside her. "Please?" she coaxed.
Almost in a trance Pam moved forward. She didn't seem to have the willpower to resist this impish girl. So far it had been all fun and games. Giggling. Pinching. Acting the clown. Wrestling around in the tub. Touching. Slapping butts. Pinching titties.
But this. Climb into bed nude.
Pam, who had her own bedroom at home, and who had never spent a night in bed with another person, hesitated. Not only would it be unusual to sleep with another girl, but it was also down right crazy, because they'd both be naked.
She sat on the edge of the bed, prepared to tell Angie that it might be better if they used separate bedrooms. She noticed that there were at least two more empty bedrooms, not counting Gloria's locked one. Angie would understand her need for privacy. She was a private type person and liked sleeping alone. She was sure Angie would understand and would move to another bedroom.
Before she could frame the words to tell Angie of her decision, Angie made a sudden move.
She pulled Pam down onto the bed, wrapped her in a fond embrace and, squeezing her to her bosom, planted several soul kisses onto Pam's startled lips!
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam struggled to free herself from Angie's embrace. Feeling a hot flush in her cheeks, she pushed away and glared. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she murmured, "You kissed me!"
Angie chuckled. Placing her hands on Pam's swaying breasts, she nodded. "I sure did." Gently she squeezed the lush melons.
Pam, frowning and still wiping her lips with her fingers, asked, "Why did you kiss me?" Shock waves still engulfed her. Angie was flaky, but she had never done anything quite this crazy. She stared down at the oddball who was grinning impishly up at her and fondling her titties. It felt so good.
"Let's just say I'm AC/DC."
"What's 'at mean?"
"It means, darling," purred Angie, "that there are times I like girl love. Like right now, I have the strangest desire to make love to you." She ran fingers all over Pam's nudeness and touched Pam's small mat of soft, brown colored cunt hair.
"You'd make love to me?" Pam was shocked. In high school there had been a few girls who'd gained reputations as lesbians. These girls had made advances to her, but she had turned them down flat.
Now to find out that her best friend was a girl lover. It was shocking. Angie was the last girl in the world she would ever have suspected of being queer.
"You've got to be kidding. You're just teasing, huh?"
Angie answered by pulling Pam down to another bosomy embrace. Her hot lips sought Pam's and she kissed her tenderly. Her tongue shoved Pam's reluctant lips open and snaked down into Pam's mouth.
As the two girls tongue-sucked, Angie continued to fondle Pam's lovely titties and she pulled Pam on top. She gently spread Pam's legs apart and ever so gently began to fondle Pam's twitching twat. She caressed, petted, slapped Pam's cute, wiggling butt and stroked Pam's lovely, creamy, pink-white physique.
Pam, her shock waves ebbing and being replaced by heat waves, had the answer to her questions. Angie wasn't kidding. Angie was making like a lesbian.
Finally queer Angie came up for air. Holding Pam off her breasts and slightly above her, she smiled. "Does that answer your questions, darling?" Her voice was strangely hoarse, and husky sounding. Angie's baby blue eyes were filled with glints of lust and passion. She continued to scratch at Pam's snatch.
Pam, her inner feelings of prudishness reeling under the force of Angie's lovemaking, had an overwhelming need to flee from this kooky kid. "I ... I ... we shouldn't do this." She didn't have the willpower to get up and run. "I mean ... this is far out!" She glanced hopefully at Angie. Hoping Angie would understand that she didn't go in for this kind of action.
Angie tenderly stroked Pam's tender titties. Ever so gently, she cupped the lovely mounds and toyed with the taut nipples. "Darling," she breathed huskily, "you've gotten me so hot. Please don't fight it. Please let me love you. Please?"
Pam scooted from the bed. Stepping over to a bureau on which Angie had placed liquor, mixes and glasses, she poured herself a drink. She needed one. She lit a cigarette and puffed nervously at it while glaring at Angie. She still had the overwhelming desire to take off and leave this cuckoo nest. Too many strange things were happening. A nude fat man. A nude housekeeper. Angie changing from a normal high school chum into a lustful demoness.
Her glare softened while she peered down at the lustful one. She liked Angie despite the fact she was such a kook. Unpredictable. She shouldn't really be this shocked by Angie's actions for this was her true character.
Angie was now impishly playing with her twat, gently fondling the small crack and sliding her snake-like fingers in and out and spreading her vaginal lips wide. "Wouldn't you like to kiss this, darling?" Her voice was low and throaty.
Pam grimaced, but despite her inner feelings of disgust she couldn't help but be fascinated at the sight of nude Angie. She was still heated up from the session in the bathroom and the few feels and kisses Angie had already copped.
"If you don't knock it off, I'm going to sleep in another bedroom!" She sipped at her drink.
"Okay, you win." Angie giggled. "You're a prude. Come on. I won't hurt you. Bring the bottle with you."
Pam edged over to the bed, carefully easing onto it and leaving sufficient space between their bodies. She poured a drink for Angie and handed it to her.
Sipping at the drink, Angie murmured, "Spoilsport. Chicken. Little Miss Innocent. Phooey to you." She grinned and continued scratching her snatch.
"How'd you get involved in girl love?" Pam asked, the effects of the drinks were getting to her. She had never been much of a drinker.
"A couple of the girls at high school. Janey and Emily. They invited me to Janey's house one night." Angie leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes, reflecting. "We made it together. Boy, did we ever make it." A smile came to her pretty face. "A threesome. We had a ball. Janey had a few dildoes around."
"Dildoes?"
"Phony pricks."
"Oh." Pam finished her drink and poured another. Despite her aversion to what Angie was talking about, she felt herself heating up and almost wishing it had been her. She knew Janey and Emily. They had tried getting her to join them. She had refused. Now she was wondering if maybe she shouldn't have given it a try. It hadn't affected Angie too much. She still loved boys-and men, and uncles!
"Those girls taught me all kinds of tricks," explained Angie, finishing her drink. "And I kinda like what I'd learned. Not enough to make a habit of it, but enough to try it out once in a while. That's why I made a play for you tonight. I'm in the mood. I thought maybe I'd get you in the mood. But since you're not...." Angie shrugged. She leaned on top of Pam and, picking up the fixings, poured herself a drink.
Pam tried to squirm out from under Angie's weight. Angie's lush titties were pressing against hers and Angie had one knee between Pam's legs and was surreptitiously rubbing against Pam's snatch. Pam knew this action was deliberate. Angie didn't take no for an answer.
Angie stalled as long as she could in pouring herself a drink and the tittie and cunt rubbing process, hoping to arouse Pam to fever pitch. When Pam tried moving her off, Angie sighed and backed away. En route to her side of the bed, she deliberately spilled a few drops from her glass.
The liquor landed flush on top of Pam's beautiful breasts and settled in the lush valley between.
With a squeal of delight, Angie swooped down. "We can't let this liquor go to waste, can we?" Using that as an excuse, she lapped up the spilled liquor from Pam's breasts. She kept lapping until the liquor was all gone.
Pam moaned and whimpered in delight, but her scruples still had the upper hand. "Enough yet."
"Oops, there's one more drop!" Angie dipped in and lapped with her tongue on each of Pam's quivering nipples.
Pam continued to moan and whimper in delight while Angie lapped her tits. She wanted Angie to stop-but she didn't want her to...."
"Oops! I spilled some more!" Angie, pretending surprise, deliberately poured some of the liquor directly onto Pam's pussy!
Pam sighed and winced slightly at the feel of the liquor tingling onto her exposed cunt.
Again Angie went into her act. "We can't waste all this nice liquor, can we?"
Swoop. She dove down onto Pam's hairy cunt like a vulture. She quickly and eagerly slurped at the spilled liquor and deliberately spilled some more.
Pam moaned and whimpered some more. Her will to resist was now gone. She didn't want Angie to stop now. It felt so good. She humped her pussy up and down for more licking.
Angie spun around on the bed, got under Pam's legs with her shoulders and brought Pam up with legs spread wide, cunt completely exposed and with her legs wrapped around her neck. This brought Pam's pussy directly to her mouth.
Angie impishly poured some more liquor into Pam's cunt, and since the cunt was now on a level plane, it didn't seep down. It entered Pam's cunt.
Angie dipped her tongue far into Pam's pussy and sucked at the liquor laden cunt. She had a wild gleam in her eyes and an ever busy lapping tongue. She pushed one hand down to fondle Pam's huge breasts while pouring liquor into her cunt and noisily lapping it out.
From her awkward position with shoulders and head on the bed and feet propped up over Angie's shoulders, Pam watched in awe while her kooky friend poured liquor in her cunt and lapped it out as fast as she poured it in.
Between licks at her liquor laden pussy and feels of her lush breasts, Angie winked lewdly, and murmured, "You like what I'm doing?"
Pam sighed. All scruples were gone. Heat waves engulfed her. She had a habit of telling the truth. She couldn't tell a lie now. "I love it." She whimpered in delight with every nip of Angie's tongue in her twat. She humped her pussy up and down for more and more sucking. "This one of the tricks your queer friends taught you?"
Angie nodded. "One of the many." Having run out of liquor, she placed the empty glass on the end table, and after giving a few more laps at Pam's lovely cunt, she slowly let Pam's legs slide down from her shoulders. Pam was now flat on her back.
Angie moved forward as though she were a boy with a big cock. "Along about this time," she explained, pushing her cunt against Pam's, "Janey or Emily would have a phony cock attached to herself and would be pushing it into my cunt. But since we don't have any dildoes, well just have to pretend."
"Pretend what?"
"Pretend I'm fucking you." Angie moved back and forth atop her little lover, pushing her mop of golden-colored cunt hairs against Pam's glorious snatch of brown colored cunt hairs. The two mounds of love bumped against each other. Angie rubbed around and managed to get the clitty buttons to touch ... almost. The vulva lips meshed against each other.
Weird sensations swept through Pam. She felt herself heating up. This was crazy. Far out. But she loved it. She drew Angie to her bosom in a frenzy of passion. She rubbed her titties hard against Angie's. She pulled Angie's head down and kissed her.
"I love you. I love."
Smiling knowingly, Angie returned the kisses with a passion of her own. Another convert. Another girl turned on. She recalled how Janey and Emily had turned her on the first time. Now she was converting her best friend to lesbianism.
She eased slowly around atop her lover. She kissed and sucked Pam's titties. She bounced her own lush melons to Pam's face for some kissing and sucking.
Pam kissed and sucked. She squealed and moaned in ecstasy. Pam was hooked.
Angie continued moving around on the bed, assuming the lesbian stance. She peered down at the lovely cunt she'd filled with liquor and lapped at a few minutes before. An adorable item. So small. Such a tiny crack. Such a tight little pussy. Almost virginal. With a whimper of delight, Angie swooped down and began sucking the now lust incited cuntal opening.
At the same time, she straddled Pam's face and offered her own golden haired little delight to her friend to do with as she wanted. She wiggled her butt and humped her pussy suggestively so Pam got the message loud and clear.
Pam stared in awe at the cunt so close to her face. She had a moment of despair when the womanly cuntal aroma assailed her nostrils. The twitching twat was being offered to her. She moaned and whimpered in delight at the feel of Angie's sucking of her cunt. God, it felt good ... so good. She humped up and down like crazy to catch Angie's sucking, lapping tongue.
Holding her hands on Angie's asscheeks to steady the downward movement, she studied the item being offered to her. She winced. God, what an ugly looking thing. A long gash, moist and with puffy vaginal lips, fringed with light colored hairs. Above the awful looking gash was a triangle of golden curly cunt hairs.
Near the apex of the gruesome item was a knob of flesh that seemed to be twitching with each movement of Angie's humping cunt. The clitty button of love. Directly above the twitching twat, Pam got an awesome view of Angie's asshole. Another gruesome looking item. A tiny, puckered, brownish hole, fringed by light colored hair. A bull's eye set in a sea of creamy, flawless white flesh.
It was the first time in her young life that Pam had ever been so close to a naked cunt and asshole. She shuddered in dismay. How in the world, she wondered, could anyone suck such things?
While Pam continued to stare in anguish and dismay, Angie continued to suck her best friend's cunt and asshole, unaware of Pam's thoughts about people who would engage in such revolting pursuits.
Pam moaned and continued to offer her goodies to her friend. With each suck of Angie's tongue and each feel of Angie's fingers, she grew hotter and hotter. Her resistance crumbled and she finally reached upward and touched Angie's swaying pussy. She shuddered and almost drew back her fingers. It felt all moist and gooey. She slid the finger in, withdrew it and tasted it. Ugh! It tasted awful and with a pissy twang to it.
For a moment she felt the urge to slide out from under and flee from the sucking demoness. But she was too hot. Instead, she eased her tongue forward and touched it to the gruesome groove. Again with an "ugh." She hastily withdrew her tongue from the moist, smelly cunt. No way could she suck that awful thing.
Her firm resolve remained intact for a few more minutes, then Angie's cunt sucking endeavors got to her. She was so damned hot. She'd do anything, but anything. She eased her tongue forward again. She crinkled her nose in disgust but pushed forward determinedly.
Zap. She sucked in a deep breath and shoved her tongue far in. Squaring her shoulders manfully, she continued to suck and kiss the gruesome pussy. Lick. Slurp. Lick. Lap.
She felt a subtle change coming over her. With each lap, each suck and each kiss, her feelings underwent a change. This wasn't a horrible, gruesome thing at all! It was beautiful. Adorable. Kissable. Suckable.
A beautiful work of art, with a wonderful odor. A veritable thing of beauty. An adorable item that deserved all the kissing, lapping and fingering she could give it.
Pam, her feelings undergoing a one hundred and eighty degree turn, eagerly sucked Angie's cunt and asshole. The more she sucked, the more she wondered how she could have ever thought of these lovely items as gruesome things. They were adorable and, oh, so suckable.
She sucked.
The two girls were now caught up in a frenzy of girl love. A love known only to girls who have the courage to dip deep into each other and plumb the depths. Squealing, moaning and whimpering with delight, the two lovelies serviced each other. A beautiful blonde girl of eighteen and a lovely brown haired girl of eighteen. Two lovely sucking little lesbians making it with each other and enjoying every sucking moment of love.
They lay in each other's arms, whispering words of love and endearment. They touched each other all over. Wonderment filled Pam's mind while she nuzzled her best friend. Never in her born days had she ever though she'd enjoy making it with another girl. Now she not only was making it, she was also enjoying it.
"I love you, dear," she whispered, gently fondling Angie's lush melons and giving with soul kisses. She ran her hands all over Angie's sweet body, dipped fingers into Angie's lovely pussy, and asshole, and savored of the finger licking.
Angie, happy that she'd converted her pretty classmate to girl love, petted, patted and fondled the prettiest girl in their graduating class. She explored every sucking inch of Pam's adorable physique, with tongue and fingers. For long periods of time they just lay next to each other, fondling, touching and kissing. Girl love at its finest. Two adorable teenagers finding true love and savoring of each sucking moment. Tongues in cunt. Tongues in assholes. Tongues swabbing breasts and suckling them. Tongues swabbing creamy thighs and asscheeks.
Squeezing titties. Kissing titties. Tongue dueling. Climaxing again and again. Cunt lapping and savoring of pussy juices. Teasing. Pouring liquor into cunts and assholes and drinking the liquor from those glorious receptacles.
Angie, the more experienced of the two little lovely lesbians, brought her newfound lover along with finesse and gentleness.
Pam, the new convert to lesbianism, lay flat on her back, legs spread wide, getting her cunt sucked tenderly by expert Angie. She toyed with Angie's well sucked pussy, kissed it again and again and ran fingers in and out of Angie's asshole. She loved these adorable items which she had harshly misjudged a short time ago. Angie's cunt and asshole were not gruesome items at all as she had previously thought. They were lovely works of art.
She paused with tongue hanging out, aimed at Angie's twat. A pair of hands was lifting her target away from her sucking lips. She frowned. What the hell.
She peered backward and the frown deepened. Matt was standing at the foot of the bed. His hairy legs were close to her head. She could see his throbbing cock directly above her face.
He had it aimed at Angie's cunt The nice, creamy little pussy she'd been so eagerly eating!
Pam stared, fascinated at the sight. Matt easily positioned Angie's cunt directly in line with his rip roaring hard on. Then, without asking Angie's permission, he rammed his huge, thick cock directly into his little niece's little cunt!
Angie, who had her face buried in Pam's pussy, whimpered and moaned in ecstasy at the sudden invasion. Breaking loose from her cunt lapping task, she quipped, "My what a big tongue you've got, darling. All of a sudden." In peering back, she winked lewdly at Matt and signified he had her complete approval of the rear end fucking of her twat.
Matt shoved all eight inches of his thick cock far up Angie's twitching twat. In. Out. Unhurriedly he reamed the well sucked pussy. He'd been watching the girls making love to each other for a few minutes after entering the bedroom unseen. The sight had brought his cock to majestic proportions. The sight of two lovelies sucking each other off always had such an effect on him.
Pam stared at the scene. It was the first time she'd ever gotton such a close-up view of a cock entering a cunt. The hugh cock, caught in a vise-like grip by the tight pussy, pushed inward, then outward in measured strokes. With each stroke, the huge cock had Angie's cunt wrapped tightly around the huge, burrowing shaft. The vaginal lips moved in and out with each powerful stroke of the powerful prick.
It was a marvelous sight to behold. A tight pussy, wrapped tightly around a solid rod and the vaginal lips moving in and out with each stroke. She reached up and played with his swinging, hairy balls and dug a finger into his asshole. "Fuck 'er, Matt," she whispered. "Fuck the shit out of the bitch!"
Matt, holding tightly to Angie's swaying hips, heeded her advice. He pounded his huge cock in and out of the tiny crack. His belly slapped against her ass with each inward stroke. He winked lewdly at the onlooker. "Like this, honey!" Slam! Bang! Cock in cunt.
Whimpering Angie joined the lewd chorus. "Fuck me, Matt. Sock it to me. Like wow! It feels so good. You've got the biggest damned cock. Wow! Aaaaaaah ... Ooooooooh...."
Matt increased the tempo. "I'm gonna cum, you filthy fucking slut!" he moaned, ecstatically. "I'm gonna ... cum...."
"Yeah, cum in the filthy fucking bitch," echoed Pam, watching with interest from her vantage point directly below the fucking action. She continued to jab a finger in his ass excitedly and fondled Angie's swinging, swaying boobs. "Fuck the shit out of the queer bitch! Shoot it to her. Fill her cunt up with juices. The, I'll suck 'em out."
Matt unloaded. Again and again. He couldn't contain himself any longer. Load after load of hot steamy cum. Filling Angie's cunt to capacity, then to overflowing. He continued to push forward. It was by far the largest load of cum Matt had ever unloaded in his entire life.
But finally he had to give ground. He could no longer maintain the pace, or unload any more cum. The well ran dry. With a moan of despair, he withdrew his limp cock from the ravished cunt. His cock was still dripping cum and Angie's cunt was all moist and gooey from his cum. He backed away.
Pam quickly seized the opportunity to get into the act and back into Angie's well fucked cunt. Eagerly she slurped up the juices that were still flowing from the tangy twat. Slurp. Slurp. Pam gobbled the gook and swallowed it, and bore in for more. She sucked the wet cunt and swallowed the tangy cum.
Angie, who had unloaded time and again during the climaxing, moaned and whimpered in happiness and burrowed her cunt harder and harder onto Pam's eager, suckling mouth.
At the same time she continued to suck Pam's cunt, trying to get some juices to swallow, too.
Matt, surveying the damage he'd done to Angie's pussy and the damage she'd done to his limp dong, retreated from the sylvan scene, a thoroughly pussy whipped man. He was done for the night. Completely done in. He'd take a shower and turn in. Three times he'd cum in his pretty niece. It was far more than a man his age should attempt, but he had accomplished it.
He left the two lovely lovers to their moment of glory.
The two lovely lovers enjoyed their extra moment of glory for a long moment, then they, too, separated.
Angie, the blue eyed blonde whose cunt had been so wonderfully assaulted by Pam's darting tongue and by Matt's big prick, flopped onto her back and drew her little lover to her embrace. Shoving kisses onto Pam's lips, she murmured, "I love you, darling. I love you so much."
"And your uncle sure loves you." Pam muttered, a trifle envious that Angie had been the recipient of Matt's big cock three times already and she hadn't sampled it even once. She hadn't even gotten to sucking it.
Noticing Pam's irritation, Angie murmured, "What's with you, darling?"
"Matt never fucked me once today!"
"Oh that?" Angie chuckled. "I thought that was bothering you. Come to think of it, he didn't, did he?"
"Why didn't he?" Pam pouted. "Is there something wrong with me?"
Angie smiled reassurance. Patting her lover and stroking her, she murmured, "I told you Uncle Matt was an oddball. I gave up trying to figure him out long ago. Normally under these circumstances, he wouldVe fucked you more times than me, since you'd be something new to him." She shook her head. "I can't understand why he didn't." She pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"Well, I don't like it," grumped Pam, hopping from the bed and heading for the bathroom for a quick clean up, then to bed-to sleep. A feeling of discontent welled up inside. She didn't enjoy getting the brushof f.
CHAPTER FIVE
The feeling of discontent remained with Pam for the balance of the weekend. Not once during Saturday, or the following Sunday, did Matt make an attempt to shove his big wang into her tiny cunt. He continued to avoid her fucking cunt and sucking mouth as though he considered those items off limits. Yet, during the balance of the weekend, he managed to dip his cock time and again into Angie's willing mouth and cunt.
To Pam it was frustrating. Not that she minded so much not getting fucked. She had this thing about promiscuity. A prudish idea that a girl shouldn't go around laying under guys until she was married. Old-fashioned concepts about love and marriage, but which she believed in. What irked her was the fact that she'd gotten so hot several times during the weekend, she'd almost begged him to fuck her. Matt had ignored her fucking pleas, and avoiding filling her void with cock. It had been very frustrating.
She mentioned it to Angie when Angie drove her home Sunday. Just before they'd left Matt's estate, he had handed her a small envelope which she had shoved, unopened, into her purse. Leaning back in the seat of the car, she cut loose with some personal observations about her kooky host. She would be the first to admit she'd enjoyed her stay at the palace, what with the boating, tennis, swimming pool and all the other goodies. But underneath it all, she'd had the feeling she'd missed out on an all-important thing.
Matt's big cock!
"That uncle of yours is a nut, Angie."
Angie chuckled. "I told you he was a kook."
"What else did you tell him?"
"About what?" Angie, who'd been well fucked and sucked during the weekend, felt fine.
"About me?" Pam eyed her flaky friend suspiciously. "Not once did he make a pass at me. How come? Did you say something?"
"I told him you were a square. A prude." Angie chuckled. "I mentioned you'd bop him in the kisser if he made a play for you."
"I'm serious. What did you tell him?"
"Nothing. Really." Angie grew serious. "I was kind of surprised. You're the first girl I've taken up there he didn't shove his cock into." She shook her head. "He's a weirdo, but cheer up, maybe you'll get lucky next time."
"I don't think there's going to be a next time."
"Oh. Don't you like him?"
"I'm not sure. There's something about him that turns me off. The way he stares at me." Pam frowned. "Maybe living like a hermit is addling his brain?"
"He's not exactly a hermit. There's Missus Duncan, his housekeeper. She lives in. Then there's a handyman who comes around a few times a week. Matt's always going into the city. He keeps his hands in things. So a hermit, he's not. And he often has a girl shacking up with him."
"He does?" Pam's evaluation of kooky Matt was undergoing a change.
"Heck yeah. Last summer, when my parents went on a long vacation to visit some people out West, I stayed with Matt."
"Hhmm." Pam lapsed into thoughtful silence. A silence that she maintained until she arrived home. Then, after eating supper with Mom and the other kids, she went to her room to recuperate from the strange weekend. It was then she thought of the envelope Matt had handed her. She opened it and her eyes widened in delighted surprise. It contained fifty dollars! And a note.
How come fifty dollars? The agreed-on price had been for twenty-five.
The note was neatly written in a bold, masculine handwriting. 'Darling Pam. I thoroughly enjoyed having you for the weekend. Please think over what I said about wanting you to pose for me. I know it will take a lot of your time, but I will pay you well. Give it some thought. I will call you Wednesday evening about seven. Angie gave me your phone number. All my love. Matt."
She read the note over and over. She counted and recounted the money. So much. Just for spending a weekend with him. A weekend she'd thoroughly enjoyed and a weekend that had been an eye opener. Watching Angie getting fucked time and again by her uncle. Making it with Angie as a girl lover. The boating. The swimming. The tennis. And the disappointment at not getting fucked herself. That had been a jarring note.
Angie's mentioning that Matt had girls shacking up with him from time to time. He was a wealthy man. She needed to earn money to go to college in the fall. Things were very confusing. She'd have to see what he'd come up with.
He called at exactly seven o'clock Wednesday. She'd had plenty of time to think things over and when he called she'd about had her mind made up. No dice. He was too weird. Too far out. She would politely refuse his offer to pose for him, then hang up. Her mind was made up.
It wasn't easy, telling him no. His pleasant voice did things to her. Her definite "no" became a maybe and finally he exacted a promise that she'd meet him and talk things over. She arranged to meet him at a nearby shopping center. She didn't want him to visit her run-down house.
Now, facing him across a table eating lunch, the following day, she felt her firm resolve to refuse any offer, ebbing away. The way he stared at her with his soulful eyes and held her hands and squeezed gently, turned her to butter. There was something tragic about this lonely man that touched her heart.
During the noon-time lunch, she'd mentioned her dreams and plans for the future. Her hopes of going to college in the fall. Her need for money. While she talked, he listened attentively and nodded. She explained that she wasn't a women's libber by any means, but she did believe a girl should have a chance to make it big in life-if she really wanted to.
Matt listened patiently and squeezed her hands and kept staring at her with a tender smile. "You realize, of course, honey, that all this will take money. Plenty of money?"
Pam sighed. He had hit upon the big flaw in her dreams. Money, or rather the lack of it. "I know." Her voice filled with sadness.
"Perhaps I can help you realize some of your dreams."
"How?" She felt a hot flush in her cheeks. She had an idea of what he was driving at. What was in his mind. An artistic mind that was filled with visions of cunts, assholes, and titties.
"You can pose for me. I'd like to try doing a portrait of just your pretty face. I'm not sure I can do it, but I'd sure like to try. How 'bout it?" Squeezing her hands, he smiled. "Please say you will."
Pam hesitated, then blurted, "You'd pay me?"
"Of course." Smiling thinly, he added, "Maybe enough to pay your way through your first year of college? It depends on you, honey."
"I ... I...." Pam's resolve to give this weirdo went down the drain at the mention of college money. "How would we work it?"
"You could move in with me-temporarily. At least until we finish the painting." A casual suggestion.
"I can't do that!" Pam gasped. "What would my mother think? Or say?" It was an electrifying thought.
He shrugged. "Does that really matter? You are past eighteen. An adult. On your own. Legal age. Free to make adult decisions. If it would ease your mind, you could tell your mother you have hired on as my secretary. A live-in one."
"Hhmm." Pam withdrew her hands and leaned back in the booth. It was tempting. Moving in with him. Living at that mansion. The wonderful things available. A paradise. All she'd have to do would be to pose for this oddball-and maybe a few other things.
It was the other things that bothered her. He was a weirdo. She never felt at ease in his presence. The odd way he had of staring at her at times. Yet, his glance was gentle and his smile disarming.
"I'm not sure, Matt."
"I understand." Glancing at his watch, he said, "I have an appointment with my broker at two. It won't take too long. I'll drive back here at three o'clock and meet you here. If you've made up your mind to accept my offer be out front of this building. I'll pick you up. You won't need to bring much. An overnight bag with your essentials will be enough." He grinned knowingly. Being a nudist he travelled light about his estate, though now to visit the city he was fully clothed in a natty business suit and tie.
"And if I decide not to accept?"
He shrugged. "Then I'll drive on home-with my broken heart." He smiled and again squeezed her hands and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please be here at three, Pam. It means so much to me.
Then he was gone.
At exactly three o'clock Matt's huge car drove up in front of the shopping center restaurant and Pam climbed aboard. She had done a bit more soul searching and had talked things over with Mom. After a few words of advice from Mom about being careful, she had finally made up her mind. She'd give it a try. She had much to gain, and little to lose.
She smilled nervously when Matt ushered her into the bedroom she'd be using during her stay with him. It was the same room she'd shared last weekend with Angie. She hadn't brought along many things. A few pairs of jeans and some blouses. A couple bikinis. Undies. Two nighties and her makeup kit. A comb and brush.
Matt made no move to leave. He glanced at his watch. "Hhmm. Let's see. Almost four o'clock. Missus Duncan will have dinner ready by six."
"So?"
"There's no point in starting your portrait today."
Pam sighed in relief. "Good." She glanced toward the window and nodded. "Time for a swim?"
"Exactly what I was thinking." Matt quickly stripped bare.
Pam gulped. "Aren't you going to wear swim trunks?"
Shaking his head, he set the record straight. "Onh. Unh. When I'm home, I seldom get dressed. I'm a nudist. I enjoy running around naked. I guess Angie mentioned that Gloria and I had been nudists?"
"Yeah, she mentioned it." Pam slowly unhooked her blouse and tossed it aside. Next came her bra, then her jeans and panties. She was now in the uniform of the day.
Stark naked!
She glanced longingly at the bikini she had laid out on the bed. She wanted desperately to put it on. She felt rather foolish in the nude, having him gawking at her. Then she noticed an odd thing. Despite her nudity, his cock was still flaccid!
The sight of his limp dong was thought provoking. Here she was, standing before him stark naked, ready, willing and able for anything he could toss at her, yet his cock remained limp. If she hadn't seen him in action fucking Angie many times last weekend she would have thought there was something queer about the man. But she had seen his cock hard too many times in Angie.
It must be something else. It wasn't Matt. It must be her.
She needed time to think. "I gotta use the potty." She forced a smile and headed toward the John. She sat on the commode, peed and reflected.
While she was pissing and reflecting, Matt strode into the bathroom. Since the commode was directly alongside the door, his entry brought his cock right in line with her face. His prick almost brushed her lips when he entered. He paused before her, prick still slack and limp. "Let's take a shower together, honey." he suggested, his eyes bright with expectation. "Instead of a dip in the pool."
Pam beat down a natural instinct to say no. During the ride out here, she had made up her mind. As long as he was paying her, she'd do anything, but anything he wanted her. Her only aim would be to please him. The more she managed to please him, the more generous he would be. He was that type of person.
"Sure."
She reached for some toilet paper to wipe her crack, but he beat her to it.
"Allow me, honey." Raising her butt up some, he gently and tenderly wiped her pussy with the paper. Reverently, he bent far down and slapped a few tender kisses on her pussy.
Next, he slid open the glass sliding doors of the large bathtub, bend down and started the shower, testing the water to get the right temperature. He helped her into the tub and joined her under the cascading flow of warm water.
He disported himself gleefully with his shower mate. He soaped her all over. He ran the wash cloth all over her lush body. He washed her pussy, her back, her creamy thighs and her lovely asscheeks and asshole. He stroked her all over, crushed her to him and warbled songs of love. Old-time songs.
Pam soaped and washed him. She was enjoying this game. It was the first time she'd ever taken a shower with a man. She soaped him all over and washed him all over. She even joined him in warbling the few songs she knew. It was weird. Crazy. Fun.
During all the fun and games, however, she noticed an odd thing. Despite all her washing, fondling and tugging at it, his prick remained only half hard!
The goateed artist sure had remarkable control of his cock. Any other guy would have had a roaring hardon by now and would have tried shoving it into her somewhere, but not him. All this clowning around in the shower and all the feels, pats and squeezings had served to get her hot as hell, but apparently he was cool and under control.
Weird. Weird. Weird.
She wasn't too concerned. In a way, she felt a sense of relief. At least he wasn't a horny bastard. A guy who would be all over her all the time. She was a trifle annoyed at her inability to rouse him to great heights of passion. At that moment she would've enjoyed a nice, fast fuck.
It was a vexing problem. One that had haunted her since she first met the weirdo and noticed the way he stared at her. But she could cope with that, and she could cope with the lack of fucking. Some day she might find out the answer to the problem. Until then, she'd go along.
After drying themselves, they went back into the bedroom. He eased her onto her back on the bed, lifted her knees, spread her legs wide and stared down. "Beautiful, but beautiful," he murmured, touching her cunt with his fingers.
Pam smiled hopefully. This could be it. The big moment. The moment she'd been hoping for, and waiting for. She humped her pussy up and down and whimpered with each touch of his finger. "That feels so good, Matt."
"This'll feel even better." He knelt between her legs, bent far over, and zeroed in on her wide open pussy. Without further ado, he began lapping her cunt. Expertly and with great gusto. In. Out. His big tongue slurped into the tiny pussy. Using his hands, fingers, mouth and tongue he gave her a wondrous lapping of cunt and asshole.
Pam moaned, whimpered and humped like mad. She spasmed again and again. She wished he'd move around on the bed. Assume a sixty-nine position so she could suck his cock while he was sucking her cunt. She beat down the urge to suggest such a move. This was his show. He was calling the shots. She was his love slave. His willing, obedient little servant. His every wish was her command. He had made it very clear that he would call the shots. She would make no moves without his okay during the love sessions. She had agreed.
While he was eating her cunt, she caught glimpses of his cock. It was still at half mast! The guy sure had remarkable control of his prick.
He peered upward, over her hairy little snatch, between sucks at her tiny crack. "I love this pretty pussy, honey. It's the tightest thing I've ever sucked."
She nodded and smiled at the man who was lapping her cunt, and sucking it so nicely. "I love the way you do it. It feels so good. Like wow....
Oooooooohh ... Aaaaaaaaah...." She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy.
She hoped all his sucking would get his prick bone hard and he would shove it into her hot pussy. At the moment she could use a big fat cock in her cunt. Her eyes pleaded with him, but in accordance with their agreement she didn't utter the words.
As though reading her mind, he murmured, "We'll do things my way, honey. Please understand." Having delivered his latest message, he dipped back to his cunt lapping chores.
Pam sighed. This was crazy. How could he resist her? How could any man not want to shove cock into cunt at a time like this? It was mystifying.
Her mystifying thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Mrs. Duncan. The willowy, thirty-five year old blonde housekeeper was clad as usual in practically nothing. A skimpy apron was all she had on. An apron that barely covered her golden-haired pussy. Along with a nice shape, Mrs. Duncan had a nice pair of titties, although they were showing signs of sagging with age. The firmness was gone and the drooping was beginning to set in. She was an attractive woman. A widow.
She smiled down at her cunt sucking boss and called cheerfully, "Hi, Pam. Having fun?"
"I sure am." Pam giggled.
Matt peered around. Mrs. Duncan was a good friend, as well as being a good housekeeper. "Dinner about ready?"
"Just about." Mrs. Duncan reached down and tenderly stroked the cute pussy he was sucking.
"You sure you'll be wanting dinner, sir? After eating such a tasty dish as this?" she chuckled lewdly.
"A man has to eat." Matt took a few more bites at the tasty morsel. "Food, that is," he added impishly.
"Can I have a taste, sir?"
"Be my guest." Matt, taking one last lick at the creamy cunt, disengaged his sucking mouth and got to his feet. He believed in keeping his hired help satisfied. It made for better employee relationship. He knew how much Mrs. Duncan liked to suck pussies-and cocks. She had been with him ever since Gloria died. He often shared his female visitors with her.
Mrs. Duncan, licking her chops, knelt on the bed, between Pam's legs and quickly began lapping at the cute cunt. She was quite expert and soon had Pam moaning and whimpering in delight while she applied her expertise. Gently stroking Pam's lush, creamy white thighs and fondling her enormous breasts, Mrs. Duncan eagerly ate Pam's pussy.
Pam, from her vantage point flat on her back, head resting against the headboard on a pillow, peered down at Mrs. Duncan's bobbing head. Winking lewdly at Matt who was standing alongside the bed watching his replacement cunt lapper in action, Pam murmured, "Suck me good, you cunt lapper. You queer bitch. It feels so good. Ooooooooh ... Aaaaaaaah...." She felt herself climaxing internally again and again.
Mrs. Duncan, feeling her tasty tidbit shuddering and moaning in climaxing ecstasy dipped her long tongue farther inward to tast of the wondrous, creamy nectar. This was one of the things about her job as housekeeper that she thoroughly enjoyed. The fringe benefits. The pretty girls, with pretty cunts, that her boss was constantly bringing to the mansion. He generously shared the tasty tidbits with her.
At times, when the master of the mansion was crapped out by his little chicks, she would bring the girls to her one bedroom apartment over the garage and have them spend an evening with her-for a price. She gladly paid the little darlings money for the use of their cunts for a nice blow job. To her, it was money well spent.
Squirming forward and hunching Pam's asscheeks upward to allow better ingress for her sucking tongue, Mrs. Duncan dipped far in. "C'mon, lovely girl," she whispered, between sucks, "unload. Shoot some creamy cum into my mouth. Hhmmm ... it's so ... good ... so ... good...." She shoved her tongue far in, cutting off all other sounds when she felt Pam spasming and cuming.
Pam unloaded. Again and again. The combination of Matt sucking her cunt and now Mrs. Duncan had worked its magic. She could hold back no longer. She hoped Mrs. Duncan's tongue was long enough for her to get some juices. She wrapped her legs around Mrs. Duncan's neck and squeezed and unloaded again and again.
Bending down, Matt kissed her on the lips while she unloaded wads of cum into the housekeeper's eager mouth. "Nice going, honey," he whispered. "Nice going." He had a moment of regret that it wasn't his mouth receiving the love potions for Pam's pussy, but he knew that his time would come-again and again.
He allowed the action to continue for a while longer, then he got to his feet. Slap! He smacked Mrs. Duncan on her bare ass. "Enough yet," he said, smilingly, "let's go eat!"
Mrs. Duncan took a few more quick licks at the twitching twat, then uncoupled. Wiping her lips with her tongue, she left the bedroom, her bare ass wiggling in the breeze, and with a contented smile on her face. This was one of the better fringe benefits. It was without a doubt one of the tightest pussies she'd ever sunk her fangs into. Pam had been almost virginal.
Pam, still writhing around and still hot to trot from the cunt sucking, peered up at her mentor. She held out her hands and broke rule number one by murmuring, "Please fuck me. Please."
Slap! By way of reply, Matt reached down and gave with a stinging slap to her face. Then a matching slap to the other side. Two red welts appeared on her lovely face. He glared. "Don't ever do that again!"
"Do what?" Pam cringed away, fear welling up inside. He had a crazed gleam in his eyes.
"Tell me, or ask me, about such things." Some of the madness left his eyes, to be replaced by a look of contriteness. Then he smiled disarmingly. "I'm sorry I slapped you, honey," he breathed, bending down and gently touching her cheeks.
"But you disobeyed me. I told you I would call the shots during our sex. You agreed to be my willing slave. To do exactly what I ask you to do, without question. Remember?"
Pam nodded. She had agreed. That was part of the deal. He'd call the shots. She'd be the willing love slave. No questions. Just blind obedience.
"But I'm so hot. I mean, with you sucking me off. Then Missus Duncan ...?"
"I understand, honey." His eyes softened. The maniacal glance was gone. Back to being gentle Matt. "But please do things my way. I have my reasons. Please?"
Pam smiled. Incident closed. She had opened her big mouth when she should have kept it closed. He had his reasons. It was all very mystifying. She sure wished she'd find out quick what his real reasons were. Even now, despite his having sucked her cunt and watched Mrs. Duncan suck her off, his cock was still only half hard.
It was all weird and far out, but deep inside she knew she'd have to retain her cool if she was to retain her sanity.
CHAPTER SIX
Pam tried her best to maintain her cool during the following days. It was a difficult task trying to adjust to weird Uncle Matt, and his equally weird housekeeper, Mrs. Duncan. The hardest part of all was being naked most of the time. She was normally a shy person and had an inner sense of modesty. She was well aware that she was well equipped with the assets that glorified nudity, but she felt uneasy running around with her naked tits bobbing in the breeze and her furry little snatch uncovered. It was downright embarrassing.
But she went along with it. She was being well paid. Matt and her had driven to the city one day and he had deposited five hundred into her savings account for her. Apparently he was going to go through with his promise to see to it that she had enough for her first year of college.
So far she'd done hardly a thing to earn it. He had sucked her pussy several times. He seemed to enjoy cunt lapping her, but oddly enough he seldom managed to get his prick more than half hard. It was as though he were holding back for something, or some special moment. She didn't ask. She didn't pry. She had learned not to question him about things sexual. The slaps in the face she'd received before had taught her a lesson not to bring up the subject of him shoving his cock into her. That was a forbidden subject. She could talk about anything else, but that.
It was Saturday afternoon. She had been posing for three days in his studio. She knew he was having trouble trying to do the portrait of her. Time and again he sketched her with pencils, only to rub out the results. He constantly mumbled under his breath at his inability to catch her beautiful face on canvas.
Time and again he was on the verge of giving up. "I can't do it! I can't! I'm not good enough," he moaned and wailed, while dabbing at the canvas in futility.
Today he was especially frustrated.
Pam felt sorry for him. She wanted so much for him to succeed in doing his portrait of her. For hours during the past few days, she had sat patiently in an easy chair, posing. Her face turned in his direction.
To ease the boredom of posing, there was a portable TV set in the background which she could watch while posing. It helped keep her face turned in the right direction. She relaxed, sat in the easy chair and watched her favorite games shows and soap operas while he tried capturing her beauty on canvas. The volume was turned low so as not to interfere with his concentration.
But it didn't help. She figured the main reason that he couldn't do her portrait was because she was posing completely nude!
Since she was facing him, this stance completely revealed her cunt, puckered asshole and thighs, along with her out-thrust, jutting breasts. From time to time she fondled her own titties and scratched her snatch. She had hopes she'd get him in a fucking mood, and forget all about the damned portrait of Pam.
He, too, was naked. But unlike her, he didn't get heated up. His massive prick remained limp and unconcerned while he tried to concentrate on the business of painting her portrait.
She had come to the conclusion that he was some kind of a nut, or somehow had remarkable control over his cock to keep it at such a low profile. For a few days now she'd been around the estate, naked as a jaybird. Nude while swimming, playing tennis, putting on the green and just hanging around the estate. She had brought along a few items to wear but for all the good they had done, she could have left them home.
The only time she ever wore anything, except for the one trip to town, was when she put on her bikini to go boating on the lake.
She liked boating. Matt had taught her how to handle the powerful boat and she zoomed all around the large lake as often as she could. For those occasions, she wore her bikini, and he wore his swim trunks. While boating and water skiing, another art he'd taught her, they met several other people. Inhabitants of the other estates that dotted the lake. Very friendly types. Casual, and not too nosy. They had probably met many girls from Matt's place. He seemed to be well liked by his neighbors.
She felt kind of sad that Matt seemed unable to capture her face on canvas. He tried so damned hard, but it always seemed to elude him. He wasted many tubes of oils and paints in vain efforts, and with each passing day became more frustrated at his own inability. Matt was a man used to being successful. That's how he had acquired his vast wealth.
Watching him struggling with himself and the canvas, she came up with a bright suggestion. "Perhaps if I were to get dressed? Cover my body? Then you could concentrate on just my face. I could also turn off the TV?"
He sighed. The inner rage and frustrations ebbed. He peered artistically from her to the canvas and back again several times. "Get dressed? Hhmm." He tapped his nice white teeth tentatively while mulling over her suggestion.
"It might help." She wanted to suggest it from the very beginning of the posing, but had refrained, because of the way he flared up on occasions.
"You know something, honey? That might be just the right idea!" Placing his brush down, he advanced toward her, with that odd gleam in his eyes.
Pam shrank back in her chair, feeling a wave of terror coursing through her. Her and her big mouth. Had the weirdo flipped? Was this it? Ever since she first met him, she'd had the oddest feeling that someday he would explode. That his pent-up frustrations would unbalance him and tip the scales.
Cringing back in her chair, she cut loose with a smile, though the terror within had reached alarming proportions. "What're you going to do?"
Standing before her, he stared down. The odd gleam in his eyes was very pronounced. "It is time," he murmured, reaching for her hands.
"Time for what?" Pam quavered.
"Time for you to get dressed." Squeezing her hands, he lifted her to her feet. "Come, my darling." His voice sounded strange.
Pam went with him, trying not to show her terror. She had read somewhere, the best way to humor a madman was to try and humor him, or keep him talking. She noticed that his cock was still at half mast. Not once since her arrival a few days ago had she seen it stiffened.
She beat down an urge to break loose and run from this oddball. She entertained the thought while descending the attic stairs. She could easily break loose, dart down the back stairway, rush out to the boat dock, climb aboard the boat and get away to safety.
As though reading her mind, Matt maintained a tighter grip on her arm.
Trying to maintain a casualness she definitely didn't feel, Pam allowed herself to be gently propelled along the carpeted hallway in the bedroom area. Her terror increased with every step she took. Her imaginations ran wild. Where would he kill her? In his bedroom? In the kitchen? Assisted by Mrs. Duncan? Was she in cahoots with this madman?
The scary thoughts grew wilder and reached a zenith when he paused before his dead wife's bedroom. The door key was in the lock. He unlocked the room and eased her forward. "In here," he murmured, flipping on the light switch.
She gasped in awe, despite her terror. The huge bedroom was a dream. It had everything a girl could ever want. A queen-size bed. Big bureaus, a dresser and vanity. Full length mirrors. Pink was the decor color. A spacious closet at the far side of the room. An attached bath. A TV set. A stereo. Even a small, built-in bar at one side of the room. "Wow! What a room!" She stared around, bug eyed in appreciation.
He seemed pleased. "You like it?"
"It's adorable." Pulling free Pam impulsively swept around the room with hands outstretched. "I never saw a bedroom this beautiful before!" she enthused.
"This was Gloria's bedroom." His voice was filled with sadness and his eyes mirrored his sorrowful feelings. "I left it exactly like it was-before the accident!" Sobs tinged his voice.
A feeling of compassion swept through her. Stepping over, she gathered his hands in hers and squeezed. A man who could cry couldn't be all bad. "Angie told me about what happened to Gloria. I'm so sorry for you. It must have been a terrible blow." She had lost her own Dad a few years ago, so she knew how this man must have felt at losing a loved one.
"It was." Matt sniffed and forced a brave smile. "I guess I'll never really get over it. I loved her so much."
Feeling that her life was no longer in danger, Pam nuzzled close. "Why did you bring me in here?"
Matt stepped to the bureau, picked up a glass framed eight by ten picture and handed it to her, without a word.
Pam ogled the picture, then it dawned on her. "It's a picture of me, isn't it? Where'd you get it?" She wasn't aware of having posed for any pictures lately. Only her class picture several months ago, but that wasn't this picture. The hairdo was different. The dress was different. She never had a dress like the one in the picture.
He smiled, between tears. "Look again, honey. Look very close."
She studied the picture and noticed a few more things. "It isn't my picture at all!" she exclaimed, "but it sure looks like me. Who is it?"
"Gloria." Matt gave way to more sobs. His heavy shoulders shook. He joined her and together they stared at the picture.
"Like wow," murmured Pam, her voice filled with wonderment. "It looks like a picture of me." She eased back, sat on the edge of the bed and continued to stare. She was beginning to notice a few more differences. The hairdo. The makeup. This was a picture of an eighteen year old girl, but one of a slightly different era.
Sitting beside her on the bed, and in control of his emotions, Matt explained. "That was Gloria's high school picture. It was taken about ten years ago. She was just past eighteen. The most beautiful girl in the world. I married her a few months after that picture was taken. Right after she graduated from high school."
"Hhmm. I see." Pam continued to look at the picture. It was a remarkable likeness of her. It also explained why Matt had been staring at her so oddly ever since being introduced. To him, it was like looking at a ghost. His wife reincarnated.
Seeing the picture cleared up a big puzzle for her, but it didn't explain an even-bigger puzzle. How come he couldn't get a hardon for her? Especially since she resembled his dead wife?
"When Angie first brought you here a couple weeks ago," Matt muttered hoarsely, "I could hardly believe my eyes. It was as though Gloria had risen from her grave and had stepped back into my life." Again with the glazed look in his eyes. "You understand now why I've been looking at you like I have?" He gathered her hands in his and squeezed intimately.
Pam nodded. "I sure do understand!" Things were falling into place. She peered down hopefully.
Still no hardon. Still a mystery to be solved.
Matt went to the bureau, opened a drawer, and pulled out some photo albums. Placing them on the bed, he lay flat on his ample stomach, alongside Pam, who was also flat on her tummy. He leafed through the albums. A trip down memory lane. "Here's one of Gloria and me, right after the wedding. This one was the morning after...." His eyes grew misty while he took the verbal and mental trip back through time.
Pam's amazement increased while she took the journey with him down his memory lane. She looked so much like Gloria, it was almost as though she herself had lived the full life as his wife. It was the oddest feeling.
Not only had Gloria looked exactly like her, but she'd also had almost an identical build. Except for the difference in time and ages, she and Gloria could have passed for identical twins.
After showing her the albums which even included many nude pictures taken at various nudists camps and around home, Matt closed the pictures of memory lane.
Then, his eyes misted, and a faraway look in his eyes, he led her to the clothes closet. Pointing to the wide variety of things he said, "Her clothes would fit you, honey."
"So?"
"You mentioned something back in the studio about getting dressed?"
"I sure did. So?"
He hesitated, then blurted, "Would you mind dressing up in Gloria's clothes?"
She frowned. "Why would I want to do that? I have my own things to wear, even though you don't want me to wear 'em." A new fear tugged at her heart.
"Please do it for me, honey? I want you to look exactly like she did. Select any outfit you want. Maybe if you sort of style your hair some. Like she wore hers."
"Gee, I'm not sure I'd want to do that. I mean, I'm not Gloria, even though I probably look just like she did. What would it prove?"
"Please for my sake, will you?"
Pam sighed. It was the least she could do for the kooky guy. He'd been nice to her. He had given her the five hundred to put in her bank account. "I guess I could give it a try. Any special outfit you want me to wear?" She pointed at the large array of outdated clothes.
"She used to like to wear miniskirts and blouses."
"Okay, I'll see what I can come up with."
"Good. I'll be back shortly." With a big smile chasing away the sadness stirred up by his trip down memory lane, Matt left the room.
When he left, Pam went to work. She felt excitement building. This could be fun. Pretending to be another person. It was far out, but it cleared up a few things that had been bugging her. Why Matt had been looking at her so strangely. Even Angie had made some remarks about her looks, but had abruptly changed the subject. Now she knew why. Matt, then Angie, had both been startled by her remarkable resemblance to Gloria.
Pam studied the pictures in the albums, trying to decide which outfit to wear. She realized that if Gloria was still alive she would be about thirty years old. That accounted for the styling of the clothes in the closet. At eighteen years of age, Gloria would have been addicted to miniskirted outfits which were the rage at that time. Even the pictures in the albums showed her in many poses wearing mini outfits.
The pictures taken shortly after the wedding and around this estate showed Gloria in minis. So mini outfit it would be. She selected an outfit which seemed to be one of Gloria's favorites, judging from the pictures. A brown miniskirt and a white, form fitting blouse, That, plus low heeled shoes.
She smiled at her reflection in a full length mirror. This outfit was a far cry from the blue jeans and loose fitting skirts she was used to wearing. The sloppy, boyish type outfits that were now in vogue.
Satisfied with her choice of an outfit, she sat at the vanity and applied makeup and brushed and combed her hair so it would resemble the way Gloria's looked. She couldn't get the permanent wave, or curls in her own long, straight hair, but she did the best she could to make it appear similar to the hairdo in the pictures. She dabbed on some lipstick from the array left behind by Gloria. She used the eye shadow and a dab of eyebrow pencil.
Pursing her lips, to assure even distribution of the lipstick, she peered intently at her reflection in the mirror and then peered at the high school picture of Gloria.
She smDed in satisfaction. She had done a remarkable job of makeup. To all intent and purposes, she was now exactly like Gloria, right down to the false eyelashes which she had put on.
She slowly arose from the stool when she heard the doorknob turning and the bedroom door opening. She stepped toward the opening door, a smile of hope on her face. Hoping that she'd please her lord and master.
The smile on her face gave way to a look of awe when he entered the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pam's surprise at his appearance was reflected in his surprise at her appearance.
Matt's face lit up. An expression of disbelief swept to his face and he stared open-mouthed. To him, it was like looking at a ghost. A living ghost of a long-lost loved one. Holding his hands out, he gathered hers in his and squeezed tenderly. "Gloria!" His voice was choked and filled with emotion. His eyes misted with tears.
Pam's surprise was caused by the fact that he was dressed in a tuxedo. She had never seen a man formally dressed like this before, except in pictures. This was probably the same tuxedo he'd worn on his wedding day and several times afterwards, judging from the photos seen in the albums.
She was quick to set the record straight, however. "I'm not Gloria. I'm Pam. Remember?" The fears persisted. She didn't like the strange look in his eyes.
He nodded. "I know." Holding her at arms' length, he ogled her from stem to stern. "You look exactly like she did in that outfit. It was one of her favorites."
"I figured that."
Matt impulsively drew her to his ample bosom, showered her with kisses and murmured, "Gloria. Gloria. You've come back to me. Oh, darling, I've missed you so much." He sobbed.
Pam eyed him warily. Had the guy flipped? Was he off his rocker? Would he clobber her when he back to reality and realized she wasn't Gloria? Backing away from his embrace and kisses, she said, sternly, "Knock it off, Matt. I'm not Gloria. I'm Pam."
His moment of madness ebbed. His mind came back to the present. He smiled sadly. "Forgive me, honey. For a moment I was carried away. You look so much like she looked." Smiling wanly, he released her, went to the bar and poured a round of drinks. Handing a glass to her, he murmured, with hope in his eyes and a sob in his voice, "Will you do me a big favor, honey?"
"That depends." She sipped at her drink. She needed it.
"Would you pretend to be Gloria tonight?"
She shrugged. "I guess I could. I'll be your Gloria. You can even call me Gloria, if you want."
With a whimper of delight, he crushed her to him. "Darling. Darling Gloria," he breathed huskily. "We'll reenact everything, just like it was on our honeymoon night." Taking her by the hand, he led her from the bedroom and down the steps to the huge living room. "We'll pretend this is the bridal suite of the hotel where we spent our first night. After the wedding, you'd changed into that outfit." He waved a hand about him. "We drove to this hotel, and I carried you into this bridal suite."
"You did?"
"Like this." Bending over, he easily hoisted her into his arms. Stepping from the room, he turned around. "We'll pretend I'm carrying you over the threshold, just like I did that night." He went through the motions, even to pretending to kick the door shut behind him.
He dumped her onto the couch on her back. "Remember how I could hardly wait to get into your panties, darling?" he breathed huskily, zipping open his fly.
Pam nodded. "I remember," she murmured, getting into the spirit of the game of let's pretend. A game she was beginning to like when she noticed that his cock was now bone hard!
"I was in such a rush to fuck you," chortled Matt, "I didn't even remove my pants. Remember how I tore your panties off?" He ripped Pam's panties off, leaving her bare assed naked from the waist down.
"Yeah, I remember." Pam frowned. "And then?" she added hopefully.
Then, without further ado, Matt bounced onto the couch and with a sickening thrust, she shoved his enormous cock into her tiny, unprepared cunt!
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop it, you bastard! Stop it! It hurts!" wailed Pam, trying desperately to squirm away from being raped. "It's too damned big! It's killing me." She was no longer playing the game of let's pretend. She was fighting for her life against a madman. A rapist who was brutalizing her.
Matt, a lewd smile on his face, continued to rape the squirming girl on the couch. "Shut up, little bitch!" he chortled, his eyes aglow with madness. "Shut up and take it, Gloria. Wiggle your ass. Now. Oh, dammit, I'm cuming ... I'm cuming...."
He lunged forward with mighty, powerful fucking strokes into the tiny, ravished pussy and unloaded a gigantic wad of hot cum juices. Again and again, he powered his enormous hot rod into the cold cunt. The cunt that hadn't even had a chance to warm up to the fucking task.
It was over as suddenly as it had begun!
Matt backed from the couch, a shamed look on his face. The madness left his eyes. The bestial look on his face was replaced by a look of remorse and regret. His huge, solid cock had now dwindled to a flaccid dong which was still dripping cum. Peering down, he murmured, "I'm sorry, honey. I couldn't wait. I just had to do it. I've waited so long for this moment."
Pam, sobbing up a storm, hopped from the couch, cringed away from him, straightened her mini skirt to hide her battered pussy, and edged toward the bar. She was fearful he might try to assault her again, though a glance at his limp dong assured her that that would be a difficult task at the moment.
Pouring herself a drink, she gulped it down. Then, glaring, she muttered, "You bastard! You lousy bastard! You raped me."
He hung his head in shame. "I did. I did," he murmured, his voice contrite. "I'm sorry, Gloria."
Flinging what remained of the drink in her glass into his face, she raged, "Stop calling me Gloria, you bastard! I'm Pam. And don't you come a step closer, or so help me, I'll clobber you with this!" She picked up the bottle of whiskey and held it threateningly.
Matt held his hands up, palms outward in the peace gesture. "Pam honey, you're doing just fine." He smiled disarmingly.
Pam, waving the bottle before her, frowned. "I'm doing what?"
Matt lit a cigarette, but didn't come any closer to the weaving bottle wielder. The smile widened. "You're doing just fine, honey," he explained, blowing a few smoke rings ceilingward. "You reacted just like Gloria did the first night."
"You raped her that night?"
"I did." Matt stroked his goateed chin and smiled reflectively. "I got carried away, just like I did a few minutes ago. I couldn't wait. I had this uncontrollable urge to fuck her. The moment we were in the room, I did. I raped her-just like I raped you." He smiled tenderly.
Pam poured a round of drinks. Handing him one, she muttered, "This was all part of your game?" She rubbed her still-tender, battered snatch.
He nodded, sipped at his drink and edged closer. "I'm sorry I raped you, honey."
Pam was mollified. "I guess it's all right," she murmured, "but it would've been much better if I knew what to expect."
"I know." Matt sat on the stool next to her, rested his elbows on the small bar and sipped his drink. He was still wandering down memory lane.
"You reacted beautifully, Pam. Just like she did."
"I did?" Pam didn't know whether to be pleased, or still horsed off.
"You sure did." Matt downed his drink. "Now, let's get on to the next phase."
"You mean, after what you just did ... what you did to Gloria, there was more?"
He nodded. "She was plenty pissed off. Just like you are, and she was plenty scared, just like you are." He chuckled. "She got over it when I explained why I acted like I did."
"Oh, how 'bout explaining to me!"
"I had been holding back my passion for too long," he explained. "Then we got married. At long last, I had her completely alone. No interference from anyone. We were suddenly all alone. I guess I exploded at that moment. Just like with you. That's why I haven't touched you, until now."
"I see." Pam sipped at her drink. "Gloria bought that explanation?"
"She did, and for the balance of my wedding night, it was sheer ecstasy." He eyed her shrewdly.
"Hhmm." Pam wobbled slightly on the barstool. She'd already taken one too many drinks. Far above her normal quota. She seldom drank, or smoked. Only when shook up. Like now. "And you're expecting me to believe that phony story?"
"Don't you?"
"I'm not sure." Pam shook her head to clear the cobwebs. What he was saying was logical. It could explain why he hadn't fucked her, thereby clearing up the mystery that had been bugging her. On the other hand, the guy was an oddball. A kook.
Wobbling to his feet, Matt held out his hands. "Are you ready, honey?"
"For what?" Pam cringed against the bar.
"The balance of the night. The sheer ecstasy. The reenactment of the wedding night." He smiled hopefully.
"You mean, after what you just did to me, there's going to be more?"
"There sure is, if you agree. How 'bout it?"
Pam glanced down at his dong. Still limp. He was hardly in a raping mood at the moment. Like most men, his initial charge was probably his most urgent. Anything from here on in should be more orderly and planned. "You've got to be kidding," she murmured, nodding toward his limp cock.
"Oh that! Don't you worry your pretty little head. Just say you're for more. Please?"
Grinning impishly, Pam nodded. "Sure, why not? What've I got to lose?" The effects of the raping had worn off. The sight of the naked, handsome man was turning her on. That, plus the effects of the liquor, was heating her up. "Let's go." She slid from the barstool.
Holding her by one hand, Matt went around the room and turned out some of the lights. The room was soon in semi-darkness. He turned on his stereo and mood music filled the air. Smaltzy, slow tunes from the far past. Tunes from long ago when he was a young buck and had himself a blushing bride.
Crushing nude Pam to his naked embrace, he waltzed her around the room in time with the smaltzy music. A tune from long, long ago. Long before his own time even, but a tune he loved and had played for this special occasion. He had everything exactly right. The music, the soft lights, his lovely bride in his arms. The perfect setting. His mind went back into the past. To that night many years ago. Gloria was in his arms. He was singing in her ears.
"Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed. We vowed our true love, though a word wasn't said...."
Pam, catching on to the magical moment, closed her eyes, nestled in his arms, and listened to his wonderful baritone voice singing just for her-and Gloria. At the moment she almost felt as though she were Gloria. This guy sure must have loved that girl. She had the oddest feeling as though the clock had indeed been turned back. That she was Gloria, and not Pam!
This was her wedding night. Forgotten was the brutal ravishing he'd given her a short time ago. Like Gloria had probably done that night long ago, she forgave Matt for the raping. She could understand why he had done it. With Gloria, then with her. His passion for Gloria had probably been building for a long time. He went berserk when he'd finally had her alone. Just like he had done her a short time ago. Ever since she had met him, he'd been watching her strolling around in the nude. During that time he had done everything but fuck her. He had sucked her cunt often, and her titties, but not once had he shoved his cock into her cunt.
Now she understood why. He was building up to this reenactment of his wedding night, right down to the initial raping.
Now, nuzzled in his arms, trying not to step on his toes while doing the unfamiliar dance steps, she felt safe. She also felt a stirring down below near her crotch area. With a hopeful gleam in her eyes she reached down.
Matt's prick was getting hard again!
She smiled and nuzzled her head on his shoulder while he crooned love songs in her ear. It was a wonderful moment. She had her hand wrapped around his emerging hardon. With the magical touch of her fingers, the cock hardened more and more. She teased it against her hairy, little snatch. Her mini outfit was ideal for this type of action. Simply by easing the tiny garment upward she was completely exposed.
"You like?" she breathed in his ear, and humped her pussy suggestively against his throbbing cock.
He smiled tenderly and nodded assent. "Almost her exact words." He was still in memory lane. He unbuckled his belt, moved around a bit while still dancing and deftly removed his pants. He was naked from the waist down. His throbbing cock grew stronger and more massive while she fondled it and touched it to her cunt.
He continued singing and slid his hand down until he was fondling her bare butt. While she fondled his cock, he fondled her asscheeks.
Between words of the songs he was crooning in her ears, he murmured, "It was just like this, honey. That night long ago." His face radiated the happiness he felt.
Pam smiled contentedly. Now that his initial lust had been taken care of, he had returned to being gentle Matt. She loved him when he was like this. She didn't mind playing the part of his dead wife. To help him recapture the moment from his past. She tried putting herself in Gloria's place. What would her look-alike do? Pam slid her legs apart and eased his throbbing cock up against her tiny crack. She tried to ease the throbbing monster into her cunt. A difficult task to accomplish since Matt continued to dance around the floor and warble words of love into her ears.
"What did Gloria do after you kissed and made up-after you raped her?"
"She sucked my cock!" Matt impishly shoved his bone hard cock against her spasming little pussy and almost got some of the cockhead in.
"Like this?"
Pam squatted down, reached forward, grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it into her eager, sucking mouth. From her squatting position before him, she peered archly upward and continued sucking his huge rod. She winked lewdly.
"Exactly like that!" Matt gasped in pleasure while he fucked Pam's pretty face. While she sucked him off, he removed the rest of his clothes, and helped her remove hers. Now, with both of them stark naked, he pounded his big cock into her small mouth. "Suck it, Gloria!" he screamed, his eyes alight with lustful gleams. "Suck my cock, Gloria! Suck it! Suck it!" With each word, he pounded cock into the pretty mouth.
Pam nodded and, just like Gloria before her had done, she sucked Matt's big cock, expertly containing his violent lunges and bestial thrusts. She gathered his swinging, hairy balls in her hands and fondled them. She dipped fingers into his shit chute and stroked the base of his cock. These added pleasures bought his surging cock to even greater strength and hardness. His cock was big, thick and extra long while he rammed it far down her throat. She loved to suck big, thick cocks and had a deep throat for it.
In. Out. She sucked the enormous cock. She liked it. She kissed it. She licked the cockhead. She sucked the hairy balls. She jabbed fingers in his asshole. She whimpered and moaned happily, while squatting down before him, pleasuring him.
He whimpered and moaned in ecstasy while getting serviced by the pretty cocksucker. The best mouth since Gloria. She, too, had been a wonderful cocksucker, with a nice, deep throat. Just like this one.
Closing his eyes dreamily while shoving cock into her pretty mouth, he moaned and whimpered. "Suck it, Gloria. Suck it good. C'mon, make me cum, you pretty cocksucker. My beautiful cock sucking wife!" He opened his eyes and stared lewdly at the cock sucker. He felt himself building up to a gigantic climax. At the moment he was lost in the maze of time.
For him, the clock had been turned back. It was his wedding night. He was at the hotel. His beautiful Gloria had his prick in her mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking....
His beautiful Gloria. The girl he loved more than any thing in the world. She was squatted before him with his big cock in her pretty mouth. He was fucking her pretty face. She was staring up at him with her soft, brown eyes, begging for more and more fucking cock in mouth. His glance swept to her twitching twat. Such a marvelous little thing. A tiny, hairy, little crack between a pair of creamy pink-white thighs and directly below he could see the tiny, puckered asshole.
His Gloria had come back to him in all her beauty of face and body. His wonderful wife had returned and she was sucking his cock. Reaching down, he held her lightly by the ears and steered his cock in and out of her pretty sucking mouth. "I love you, honey," he whispered, his eyes ablaze with lewdness and love. "My pretty, cocksucking wife. We're going to be so happy. You're getting me so hot ... I'm gonna cum ... right into your pretty mouth...."
Pam nodded and braced herself for the deluge.
He unloaded. A gigantic wad of hot, salty cum juices. Load after load slammed into Pam's deep throat. She eagerly adjusted to the hot, sticky cum and swallowed the gook expertly. She sucked for more, more, more....
At last the squirting hose ran dry. The powerful strokes into her eager throat ebbed and finally stopped. The cum became a trickle, then barely a drop. The majestic rod wilted and slid from her mouth.
Matt, thoroughly sated and running out of cum, wobbled back from the lovely cocksucker. His eyes were glazed. He collapsed onto the couch and gasped for breath. His chest was heaving and he was moaning and whimpering like a pussy whipped man.
Pam, fearful she'd done him bodily harm, rushed to the couch and sat beside him. Stroking his flushed face, she murmured, "You okay, Matt?" He was still heaving and gasping. "Take deep breaths," she advised, having read somewhere that was a good thing to do under such circumstances.
Matt nodded, sucked in deep breaths and began to regain his composure. The heaving of chest ebbed. His breathing became more regular. The glazed look left his eyes. He was almost back to normal. He smiled reassuringly and patted her thighs. "I love you so much, honey." He smiled wryly. "I sure wish I was ten years younger." He sighed. "On my wedding night, I hardly stopped to catch my breath. I must be getting old."
"You are not," she reassured him quickly, wrapping fingers around his limp sticky dong. "You're doing just fine. How many times did you cum that first night with Gloria?"
"Gee, I didn't count. Six, maybe seven times."
"Maybe we can beat that record tonight?" Pam chuckled. It's early yet."
Drawing her down to an embrace, he crushed her to him. "Honey, you're beautiful. You make me so happy. Break the record? Hhmm." He stroked her lush nakedness. "At my age?" He sighed.
"You're not that old." Pam ran her finger around his handsome face, touched his lips, his eyebrows and tugged at his goatee.
"I'm old enough to be your father."
"So what?" Pam snuggled against his naked, tanned physique. She wrapped fingers around his battered cock, and nuzzled her solid melons against his hairy chest. They were side by side on the couch, nuzzling together. She slid a leg up over his hip and thigh and nuzzled her moist pussy against his limp dong. "Age isn't everything. A person's only as old as he feels," she quoted, smiling and humping her pussy against his worn-out wand.
"At this moment I feel as old as Methusala." Matt grinned. "You sure took a lot out of me, honey."
"Let's see if I can't take a lot more." Pam slid her tongue into his mouth and began tongue dueling. "I'll bet I can get this bastard up again," she murmured, gently jerking at his limp cock.
"How 'bout if we go to my bedroom?"
"Okay." Pam hopped from his embrace. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock, and holding it like a leash, she led her big mastiff from the living room, up the stairs to the bedroom area and into the master bedroom, still with hand on his cock as though leading him with a leash.
"There! It's starting to get hard already!" she announced, feeling his prick stiffening under her grasp.
"No wonder," Matt chuckled. "You pulled me all the way upstairs by my cock. It should be ten feet long by now, the way you were pulling it!" Chuckling, he drew her into his embrace and hugged and kissed her. "Honey. Honey. I love you so much. I want you with me always. Will you stay with me? I mean-like forever?"
His question caught her off guard. "You want me to move in with you?"
"Will you? Please?" Matt kissed her tenderly.
"I ... I...." Pam frowned. What was he suggesting? A shack-up job? Angie had mentioned that girls shacked up with her uncle for long periods of time. He was talking in terms of a permanent arrangement.
"Don't answer now, honey. Let's make love. We can talk about it later." Matt busied himself with kisses. On her lips. On her cheeks. On her throat. On her breasts. He was a busy kissing beaver. He eased her back onto the bed and laid her on her back. He lifted her legs, spread them wide and peered down at his pretend-wife in all her glory. Glorious Gloria in person.
The sight of the girl who reminded him so much of his dead wife, brought signs of life to his prick. He stared humbly at the twitching twat that was so like Gloria's had been. Tender, juicy, petite and -rimmed with a nice fringe of dark-brown hair. The same type of wavering crack with clitty button peeking through. The same tender, puffy vaginal lips. He had gazed at Gloria's cunt countless times just like now, and the memories flooded back to his mind. Not only did Pam resemble Gloria in beauty of face and form, but she also was identical to Gloria in her pussy area.
The stirring sight stirred his cock to greater heights. "Can I kiss your pussy, honey?"
"Be my guest." Pam humped her pussy up and down suggestively.
Matt swung around on the bed to a sixty-nine position. Kneeling beside her pretty face, he sucked his way down, kissing her on the lips, throat and titties enroute to her wondrous twat. His eyes were alight with the glaze of memory lane as his mind wandered back in time-to his wedding night!
"Gloria! Gloria darling!" he breathed huskily.
Pam sighed at the Gloria reference. She wished he would knock off that kind of stuff. It was weird, pretending to be another person. Not that she minded pretending to be Gloria, but it was nerve wracking. Matt got carried away. His mind really did slip back in time. She was fearful it might happen someday and he might suddenly realize she wasn't Gloria and clobber her because she wasn't. He had such a crazy gleam in his eyes during those moments.
On the other hand, she was getting well paid, and he had come up with a tentative offer of permanency on this job. And she did need a job. And money. Matt could offer both.
Reaching up she played with his emerging hardon. Time to worry about mundane things later. Right now she had a difficult task to accomplish. To bring stiffness to this battered rod. This old cock that had already shot two big loads into her. One in the mouth and one in the cunt. If she were going to try for new records on their first night, she'd have to get with it.
She squealed in delight at the feel of his hot tongue on her titties, cunt, and asshole. Matt sure had a fast tongue and knew how to use it to pleasure a girl. She squirmed and moaned in ecstasy while he serviced her with tongue, lips, and fingers. Now he was at her asshole. A special pleasure. She stared up at his hairy ass, swinging balls and half hard prick. She had her work cut out for her. Like he had mentioned, he wasn't a young buck anymore. He was old enough to be her father.
Well, daddy-o, she thought impishly, get set for a good blow job.
Placing her small, lilly white hands on his big asscheeks, she gently rubbed them and massaged around his bung hole. The shit chute was a gruesome sight. A big, puckered asshole, surrounded with dark hairs. Directly below and continuing with the hairy mess was his big, swinging balls. They were flaccid at the moment as though they had been discharged and not refilled. She toyed with them and nipped fingers in and out of his asshole. She then impishly shoved her tongue far into his shit chute. She winced for a moment, then resolutely continued sucking his asshole.
It was all part of the game. The game of let's pretend being Gloria. She figured this was exactly what Gloria must have done to get him hard. Since she was paid for being Gloria she would do the same. Get him hard. Bone hard.
Her ass sucking had anticipated results. She saw stiffness come to his cock. She reached up and toyed with it. Gently she handled the hardening cock with her soft hands. "C'mon, big cock," she whispered to the dangling dong, "get nice and hard for your little Gloria!" She giggled nervously. Was she beginning to flip, too? Here she was, calling herself Gloria. She drew Matt's big ass down, eased him around to a good position, then aimed his hardening cock toward her mouth. She now had him in perfect face fucking range. His cock was directly above her shitty mouth. She licked the remnants of the shit she'd been sucking from her lips and gently, but firmly, wrapped her lips around his half hardon.
The results were slow in coming. Much slower than she'd figured they'd be. His prick began to assume a hardness, but hardly the stiffness desirable. Maybe Matt was right? Maybe he was getting old. A young buck with prick stuffed in the mouth of a pretty girl would be bone hard and raring to go-and cum!
Matt's ding dong was still at half mast, but rising with each suck. She pressed her lips tight against his cock. She ran her tongue around his prick inside her mouth. She pulled his cock out and licked it up one side and down the other. She realized she had her work cut out for her. Getting this bastard hard again. She kissed the bulging cock head. She kissed the small opening atop the cockhead from which his juices flowed.
Unhurriedly she licked, sucked and fondled his not-so-stiff cock. She was in no rush. They had all night. All next day, and the next. All summer, if need be. She would continue the action for as long as he wished. He was calling the shots. If he couldn't get it hard, so what? There would always be a tomorrow.
She heated up considerably at his sucking endeavors at her rear end and her pussy. He sure knew how to pleasure a girl.
She perked up when she noticed his cock beginning to perk up. She figured it was because he was concentrating on sucking her ass hole. She could feel his tongue slurping far up her bung hole and felt his fingers sliding in and out of her shit chute. It was electrifying. She thought for a moment that she was glad she'd gone to the potty just before they'd started the evening.
She heard him murmuring to her asshole and smiled while she crooned to his surging prick. This was fun. If Gloria acted like this, no wonder Matt loved her so much.
"Pretty little asshole," Matt mumbled between licks at the shit chute. He dipped fingers around and about the puckered hole and shoved his tongue as far in as he could. He reamed the tiny aperture open and soon succeeded in getting three fingers far in without harming the merchandise.
Pam whimpered and moaned in slight pain at the fingering invasion of her butt. Until this moment her asshole had been a thing of privacy. No one had ever manhandled it before. Angie had girl-handled it during their love sessions but this was a first time Pam had a man around her asshole. It felt good, even though he was reaming her little shit chute wider and wider with strong fingers.
"You like it, honey?" he murmured, between finger reams and shoving his cock into her mouth.
Pam nodded her head and between gurgles, she muttered, "I love it, you finger-fucking bastard. It feels so good."
Her words brought almost instant stiffness to his cock. He smiled fondly at her. "That's just what she said that first night."
"It is?" Pam was overjoyed at the feel of his huge cock in her mouth. This was more like it. More like her Matt. His cock was now bone hard and swollen. Big, thick and solid. At least eight inches of thick, solid prick. Prime stuff. She sucked it avidly. "I'm gonna make you cum, you big cocked bastard!" she whimpered between sucks.
"Not that way, Gloria darling," he muttered, the glaze coming back to his eyes.
"Oh?" the fear returned. "Then how?"
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Gloria?"
"You are?" Pam winced. What the hell was he talking about?
Matt was no longer talking. He rolled Pam onto her stomach, then, reaching down, he arched her upward until she was on hands and knees before him. He positioned her butt until her well sucked asshole was in direct line with his surging cock.
"What're you going to do?" quavered Pam. She had heard about ass fucking, but had never thought much about it, having never before been faced with the problem.
"Relax, honey." Matt bent forward and kissed Pam's tender asshole and gave it a bit more reaming with his fingers. He nodded approval. "It's about ready for my prick. Are you ready, Gloria?"
Pam beat down an urge to tell him she wasn't Gloria, and that she wasn't about to let him fuck her in the ass. No way. But the weird gleam in his eyes warned her not to open her mouth with a load of objections. This was hardly the moment to rile him. He was like a man possessed. Instead, she inclined her head and tried to brace herself for the ordeal. Bingo!
Matt eased forward. His huge, throbbing cock bounced against her unyielding little bung hole. No entrance. The cockhead was far too big for the tiny aperture. The opening was covered completely by cockhead. A classic example of an irresistible object meeting an immovable force.
"Damn, Gloria, you're so damned tight!" Matt muttered and pushed. He sweated. He fingered. He reamed. He kissed the asshole. He wet it and slobbered all over it, trying to enlarge the tiny shit hole.
"Dammit, Matt," Pam wailed, "your prick is too damned big! Let's do something else." She whimpered and moaned in pain and anguish.
"No way." Matt persevered. He licked asshole. He sucked asshole. He fingered asshole. He reamed asshole. Again and again he aimed his big throbbing cock at asshole. Finally, the well sucked, well kissed, well fingered asshole began to widen under the barrage of attenion.
His cock finally slid in!
"Ouch!" Pam almost climbed the walls with pain and agony. Her pierced asshole felt as if it had been invaded with a baseball bat. The huge, thunderous weapon sank deeper and deeper into the tiny, ravished well ... the tiny shit chute.
She shrieked with pain and tried getting away from the rear end invasion. "Take it out! Take it out!" The pain was agonizing. As though her asshole had been split wide open. "It's too big! It's too big! Stop it, you bastard. You hear? Stop fucking my asshole. Stop. Stop." Desperately she tried to break loose from his powerful grasp. He had her tightly by the hips and had his cock reamed deep into her shit chute.
Matt, holding to the struggling girl, eased his shitty cock in slowly, but surely. There was no turning back now. There had been no turning back that night long ago when he'd ravished Gloria's asshole the same way. He kept a tight hold to Pam's wiggling hips and continued to pound his cock slowly into the tortured butt. It was an entrancing sight. He wet his lips and moaned in ecstasy, while watching his shit covered dong slide in and out of the tiny, puckered asshole. He was reliving a moment of past glory.
Pam, noticing that her struggles and shrieks of pain were getting her nowhere, tried the next best thing. She tried relaxing. And the more she relaxed, the less painful the ordeal became. The huge cock continued to pound shit, but with each stroke it was becoming more bearable. Her asshole was well lubricated and the dip stick eased in with less and less grueling pain in her ass.
She relaxed a bit more with even better results. Now the pain had almost receded completely.
The pleasure began!
In. Out. Matt, noticing that her whimpers of pain had turned to murmurs of pleasure, smiled tenderly at her when she glanced back. "You're doing just fine, Gloria." His cock was in the present-in Pam-but his memory was back in time.
His mind had turned back the clock. He was fucking Gloria in the ass on his wedding night.
Pam, mindful of the game of let's pretend, nodded and smiled. She pushed herself up by her hands and eased her ass down a bit to give him more direct ingress. She stared fascinated at the scene. She couldn't actually see his prick sliding in and out of her bung hole, but she sure felt it. She saw him stroking the top of her butt and her asscheeks. He was fucking her ass slowly, but with measured strokes. Between stroking her asscheeks, he leaned forward, grabbed a handful of tittie and squeezed. It was electrifying.
Never before in her life had she been so rudely assaulted, and never before had she so thoroughly enjoyed being assaulted.
"C'mon, you big cocked bastard," she whimpered, "fuck my ass! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck it! Fuck it!"
Matt, continued gyrating his cock in and out of her gooey asshole. He continued fondling her breasts and her asscheeks. Then he suddenly removed his cock, bent down and licked her shitty shit chute!
When he had licked the hole clean, he held his cock toward her mouth. "Want to suck it clean, Gloria?" he asked, hopefully.
Pam stared in awe at the shitty cock. A wave of nausea swept through her. Then, mindful of the role she was playing, she nodded, and opened her mouth.
With a wail of delight, Matt shoved his enormous, shitty cock into her pretty mouth.
"Gloria, you're making me so happy!"
Pam almost fainted at the entrance of the gooey cock. Then she began sucking-and swallowing the gook. The taste was nauseating, but the thrill of what she was doing over came misgivings. Eagerly she sucked it clean and swallowed the gooey mess.
Matt, noticing that his prick had been licked clean, drew it from her mouth and slammed it back into the shit chute. It slid in very easily and without a whimper of pain from the recipient.
In. Out. Gently, but firmly, Matt stroked his huge rod into the small hole. He was in no rush. His eyes were alight with gleams of lust, intermingled with happiness as he relived his wedding night. Gently he slapped the lovely ass and squeezed the large, voluptuous breasts. Unhurriedly he eased his cock in and out of the well lubricated chute.
Pam, on hands and knees, peered back and with one hand, caressed her boobs. This self-indulgence, while her asshole was being filled with cock, brought her to climax after climax. She played with her breasts, and her cunt. She masturbated while he master-cocked her. She rammed fingers in and out her snatch while he rammed cock in and out her asshole.
She wished it would last forever. Matt tried his damnedest to stretch it out. To prolong the pleasure. He slowed down to a crawl. The slower his strokes, the harder and larger his cock became. The sight of the lovely girl before him, finger fucking herself while he asshole fucked her brought him to dizzy new heights.
His thickening cock slid deeper and deeper into the tiny well finding new territory to ream out and new sources of shit to hit. He bounced his hairy stomach against her creamy white asscheeks with thudding strokes, almost as though he were trying to get himself inside her. .He moaned and whimpered happily and tried desperately not to cum.
Pam, on the other hand, tried desperately to make him cum. She was jabbing fingers in and out her snatch like crazy and climaxing again and again. Now she wanted to feel him cum in her ass. Something she'd never felt before. "C'mon, you bastard! Cum in me ... cum in me ... Aaaaaaaah ... Ooooooooh...." she whimpered and moaned happily when she felt a sudden stiffening in her asshole and the sudden hard plunge forward and keeping the cock stuck far in.
This was it!
It was. Matt, whimpering and half crying with exquisite pleasure, pounded his cock deep inside her asshole and kept it there. He came. Wad after wad of hot, sticky cum he shot into the tiny well. The cum mixed with the lovely shit, causing a nice, messy cauldron of steamy liquid paste.
Again and again he shot his load, holding tightly against her hips to keep her in acceptable position.
Pam removed her fingers from her snatch and toyed with her titties with one hand while balancing herself with the other. She whimpered in delight while fondling herself and accepting an ass full of cum.
A glorious moment. A moment that her predecessor, Gloria, must have enjoyed almost as much. Squeezing her tits and peering back, she murmured, "Fuck my ass, Matt. Fill it good. Fuck your little Gloria. Fuck the shit out of me."
He nodded and continued to fuck her ass. "Yes, Gloria," he muttered. "I'm cuming. Oh Lordy, am I ever cuming...." With each word he uttered, he unloaded more and more hot cum.
Finally the magical moment ended. The groom of long ago ran out of cum for his bride of long ago. The trip down memory lane ebbed with the stiffening cock growing limp. Finally the majestic flagpole slid from the battered asshole and hung limply and forlorn, still dripping a few drops. The pole was coated with a brownish stain.
Matt, his eyes glazed, his chest heaving and gasping for breath, slowly, but majestically sank onto the bed. He was thoroughly beaten. His gigantic cock had been brought back to size by a tiny, shitty shit chute.
He stared up at the victor who was still in a kneeling position on all fours, ready, willing and plenty able to give more and more. "Thanks, Gloria!" he gasped, squeezing her hand and giving with a contented smile. "It was wonderful. You've made me the happiest man alive." He sucked in deep breaths in an effort to regain his composure.
Pam, squatted next to the huge man she'd crapped out, smiled. "It was great. We'll do it again sometime?"
"Often, Gloria. Often." He fought to keep his eyes open. He was dead tired and completely bushed.
"But not tonight?" guessed Pam, ogling his limp wand.
Matt smiled wanly. "No more tonight, Gloria. You win." He patted her titties. "Thanks for the lovely evening ... Pam...." He winked, indicating the game of let's pretend was over for the night.
Pam, relieved that he had returned to the present and sanity, kissed him tenderly. "I loved it. Every fucking minute of this wonderful night."
"And I'm sure we'll have many more such nights if you agree to live with me, honey?"
"I'll give it some thought," she promised.
Hopping from the bed, Pam leaned down, took a few quick licks of his shitty cock to wipe it clean. She couldn't let him go to sleep with his cock so shitty and messy. After she sucked it clean, she kissed him on the lips. "Goodnight, lover," she murmured.
"Goodnight, honey." He smiled happily. "Think over what we talked about. You moving in with me for good."
"I will." Pam gave him another quick kiss, then, while his eyes were closing, she drew a light blanket up to cover his nakedness. The room was air conditioned and a trifle chilly for good sleeping.
After bedding him down for the night, she went to her own bedroom. Her wedding night was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pam had plenty of time to mull over his proposition in the next few days. Matt lapsed into a cone of silence after the wedding night.
He continued with his painting project as though nothing had interfered and the night had not occurred. He could see that she was in deep thought about his offer to move in with him, and he respected her solitude and didn't press her for an answer.
It appeared to Pam that Matt's reliving the long ago wedding night had released him from the tremendous inner pressures and he was now returning to normal. For this she was thankful. Not that normalcy with Matt was a big deal. He was and probably always would be-an oddball.
She had a chance to talk over her problem when Matt drove her into the city one day and dropped her off at Angie's while he went in to see his broker and attend to some business.
They were in Angie's bedroom after a cooling dip in the condominium pool. Angie's parents were gone for the day and they were alone. She was glad to see her bosom buddy, and ever since her arrival they had gabbed up a storm. Now, alone in Angie's bedroom, both naked after removing their bikinis and drying off, Pam lounged on the queen-size bed and poured out her troubles to her long time friend.
She told Angie all about the mock wedding night and how Matt had acted, and how she had played the part of Gloria.
After she'd finished her true confession, Angie nodded, "I kind of figured Matt was leading up to something like that. You look exactly like Gloria. Of course, I knew her when she was older, but the resemblance is remarkable. I saw some of those pictures you mentioned, taken when Gloria was about your age and, believe me, chum, you sure look like her."
Pam nodded. "It explained a lot of things. Why he stared at me as though he'd seen a ghost. Why he acted like he did, but now I'm more concerned with what's going to happen."
"Oh?"
"He asked me to move in with him. To live with him."
"He wants to marry you?" Angie pursed her lips in surprise.
"He didn't mention anything about marriage. Just that he wants me to live with him permanently."
"Hhmm. A permanent shack up job. I see."
Angie impishly eased her foot over onto Pam and scratched at Pam's pussy with her big toe. She was reclining alongside Pam while they were giving with the girl talk. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him I'd think about it." Impulsively Pam nuzzled up to Angie and hugged her to her bosom. "Oh, Angie, I don't know what to do ... or say! He scares me."
"There, there, darling." Angie soothed and stroked her trembling friend. "Uncle Matt's not a monster. He's just a lonely older man. He needs companionship. Your looking so much like Gloria has him all excited."
"That's just my problem," explained Pam, beginning to heat up under Angie's toe scratching. "At times he thinks I'm Gloria. It's so real to him, it's frightening. I'm afraid one of these days, he might flip completely. Then, realizing I'm not really Gloria, he might clobber me. The guy's weird."
"Yeah, I see what you mean." Angie removed her toe and replaced it with her fingers on Pam's pretty pussy. She nuzzled closer and shoved a few kisses on Pam's lips. "Why don't you leave?"
Pam sighed. "Because of the money he's giving me. Already, he's given me over five hundred, and he's promised me a lot more."
"And you deserve every cent of it, darling." Angie stroked Pam's cheeks and ran a finger across Pam's lips. She stared deeply into Pam's soft brown eyes.
"I want to earn enough to at least go to one year of college with you this fall, lover." Pam, heating up under Angie's loving touches, pushed her titties against Angie's and toyed with Angie's golden-colored pussy. She stared deep into Angie's big, baby blue eyes, and murmured, "I love you so much, dear. Why don't you move in with me and Matt. I'd feel so much safer if you were there."
"For one thing, darling, he hasn't asked me to, but I've got news for you. I'll be there this weekend along with his other friends."
Pam broke off the loving action and sat up. "What other friends?"
"Hasn't Matt told you about the big party he's having this weekend?"
Pam shook her head. "He hasn't been very talkative since that night. He did mention something about me meeting some of his friends, but he didn't say when, or anything about a party."
"Well, I've got news for you, darling. He's invited a few old friends to his place for a party this weekend. Some of the people him and Gloria used to hang around with. Nudists types. He called me the other day and asked me to come along to sort of help out with Missus Duncan and keep things moving. I've done it before for him, so I said, sure."
"Hhmm."
"He hasn't told you?"
Pam shook her head. "Not about a party."
"Well, don't mention I told you. I guess he wants to surprise you, or something. Matt is unpredictable. Mind you, now, darling, don't mention I told you. I don't want him thinking I'm a blabber mouth." Angie chuckled and used her blabber mouth to suck the nicest pair of titties she'd mouthed in a long time.
Gently fondling, squeezing and cupping Pam's firm, round melons, she kissed the nipples. Nipped at the nipples, and suckled the creamy mounds. She ran her tongue around the taut nipples and eased her face between the mounds, uttering animal like sounds while enjoying Pam's titties.
She had missed her friend and wanted to make up for lost time. Impulsively she bounced on top of Pam and showered her with kisses. "I love you so much, darling," she breathed huskily. "I've missed you." She dueled with Pam's tongue. She stroked Pam's long brown hair and nuzzled her knee in between Pam's thighs. She pushed her knee cap up against Pam's furry, little snatch. She meshed her big, solid breasts hard against Pam's big, solid breasts. "Darling. Darling. I love you. I love you."
Pam squeezed Angie to her bosom and returned the kisses with delightful fervor while heat waves engulfed her. This was paradise. In the arms of her lover. Her girl lover. Cheek to cheek. Lips to lips. Titties to titties. Cunts to cunts. Tummy to tummy. She thrilled all over at the magic touch of Angie's pure, white body against hers. The two lovers heated up while caressing and kissing. Squeezing breasts. Pinching butts. Touching cunts. Fingering assholes.
Wrestling each other around the large bed. Touching. Fingering. Gentle prodding. Kissing. Murmuring words of endearment. Giving of all to each other. Licking each other over every inch of each other's lovely bodies. Two lovely little maidens making love to each other as only girls in love can do.
Sighing. Petting. Leading up to big moments of climax. Then the assuming of the classic lesbian position, locked in fond embrace with tongues deeply shoved into each other's pussies. First one on top, then the other. Tongues in slots. Tongues in assholes. Finger fucking. Breast squeezing. Kisses. Pats. Caresses. Love in bloom.
A marvelous sight to behold. Two lovely eighteen year old girls sucking each other. Lapping each other. One, a bubbly, blue eyed blonde; the other, a dazzling brunette with doe like brown eyes. Both girls so filled with love for each other. Both pretty mouths so filled with cunt and cunt hairs. Both pretties savoring and servicing each other. Two creamy, pink-white bodies meshing in togetherness. Two lovelies whimpering and moaning in ecstasy.
A sylvan scene had just such an effect on Matt when he entered the room at the height of their loving glory. He had stopped by to pick up his part-time model and tell her it was time to go back to the drawing board.
Seeing her engaged in a lesbian scene with his beautiful blonde haired niece came as no big shock.
He had known for a long time that Angie was a pushover for man, or girl. He had tapped his little niece a long time ago. Gloria had also sampled some of Angie's pussy a long time ago, when Angie was but a small girl with a very small pussy.
He'd had a hunch when he'd dropped Pam off at Angie's that when he returned he'd find just this situation. He'd have been disappointed if he hadn't. Standing in the doorway he watched the sylvan scene for a long time. They were so engrossed in sucking each other, they were unaware of his arrival.
While watching them and his prick hardening, he slowly undressed. The more he watched, the harder his prick got. He inched forward, holding his huge cock with both hands and fondling his balls. The huge, bulbous cockhead stood out like a beacon.
Slapping his big cock against Pam's twitching asscheeks, since she was on top at the moment, he got their attention.
Pam, feeling the big prick bouncing against her asscheeks, peered around.
"Matt!"
Squealing in delight, she broke off her cunt lapping action, spun around and flopped on the bed, next to Angie who was shocked at the sudden removal of the pussy she'd been lapping and was left with tongue hanging out and no cunt attached to it.
Then Angie, noticing Matt and his big prick, also squealed in delight, "Matt!"
Matt, glad he had their attention, waved his big cock before their pretty faces. "Hi, girls. Having fun?"
They nodded in unison. Angie spoke up, "We sure were, but now you're here, we'll have even more fun. Won't we, darling?"
"We sure will." Pam, at sight of Matt's monstrous prick, forgot all about her lesbian urges. Her mouth watered at sight of the surging cock.
Reaching up, she placed a hand on it. "Can I suck it, Matt? Please?"
"Sure, honey." Matt moved forward, placing his cock in sucking range of his Pam's pretty face.
Pam eagerly drew his huge cock into her mouth. Eagerly she sucked it. She drew Matt onto the bed, continuing to suck him. Angie, joining in the fun and games, knelt on the other side. The two girls were now on either side of the man with the prick, facing downward. Their cute little butts waving in the breeze while they bent low over the horny, hairy bastard and shared his prick.
First Pam took several good licks at it. Then Angie took a few swipes at it with her big mouth and deep throat.
Matt, the man being serviced by the cute little chicks, lay on his back. He toyed with the wiggling butts and twitching twats that had been well sucked. He jabbed the fingers of his right hand into Pam's pussy, and the fingers of his left hand into Angie's asshole.
At the moment Matt was in seventh heaven. What more could a man ask for than to be cock sucked by two pretty little maidens, and manage to play with their sex at the same time?
He caressed their swaying boobs. He squeezed titties. He ran hands around and about their creamy thighs. He pinched cute butts. He reamed cuntholes and assholes. He licked his fingers after each incursion and friendly invasion of his fingers into twats and assholes.
Matt paced himself. He had learned how to control his passion and lust to make it last, and last, and last. He cautioned the girls not to suck him too hard.
They obeyed. They licked his cock. They ran tongues up and down the enormous rod. They bumped noses from time to time when they both reached the zenith at the same time. They laughed, giggled and gently pleasured their man. Share and share alike. They whimpered and moaned in ecstasy while he reamed their assholes and cunts.
The two lovely darlings knew how to pleasure a man with a big prick. They kissed him all over. They took turns licking their way down his hairy, muscular legs and thighs. They nipped at his hairy asshole and dipped fingers and tongues into his shit chute. They rolled him onto his stomach and attached him from the rear. They dipped down and sucked his balls and cock from the rear end type invasion.
Matt whimpered and moaned in ecstasy at the servicing job he was getting. These kids knew their stuff. They were much better than the girls he'd had in the massage parlors. He felt himself beginning to build to a climax. He would have to decide pretty quick which cunt to fuck.
Both girls sensed the moment of decision. Both girls wanted the feel of cock in cunt badly. Both were hot to trot. Both glanced at him appealingly.
"Fuck me, Matt," the blonde haired charmer begged, placing his hand on her twitching twat suggestively.
Reaching around, he eased Pam upward until she was directly above his face, squatting back with her legs alongside his head, and straight up. "Squat your cunt on my face, honey," he ordered.
Pam complied, a bit puzzled and disappointed that she wasn't going to get cocked. She squished her cunt hard onto his fucking face and moved around on his tongue.
Matt eased Angie upward, facing him and placing her cunt on his throbbing cock. She was now getting fucked in an upright position.
The two girls were now atop Matt, face to face. One with his big cock shoved up her cunt. The other with her cunt pushed hard onto his face.
Matt, the recipient of this love action, mumbled between sucks at the cunt and pushed up the cunt, "You girls kiss each other while I suck and fuck you!"
The two girls looked at each other, then, obeying the command from their leader, they drew close, embraced and started kissing. It was an unorthodox position for them all to be in and required care so as not to dislodge the triangle.
Pam, a bit disappointed at not being chosen as recipient of the big cock, continued to squish her moist pussy onto the goateed face. She had a moment of meanness. Maybe she ought to piss on the bastard for choosing Angie instead of her for his cock.
The impish moment passed with out piss. She was getting too hot to hold a grudge against him. Instead she held her cunt against him. Solidly and with titillating effects. He did have a nice long tongue and the way it was lapping upward was almost as good as a cock. A small one.
She continued to kiss and hug Angie, who continued to grind her cunt onto her uncle's big prick.
Lips to lips. Tittie to tittie, the two girls serviced the horny bastard under them. They giggled, moaned and whimpered during the pleasuring. They swapped kisses. They tongue dueled. They bounced titties.
"How 'bout if we swap around, Matt?" Angie, knowing that Pam was a trifle disappointed, suggested.
Matt weighed the request. He lifted Pam from his mouth and peered intently at her. The strange gleam came back to his eyes. The odd gleam when he thought she was Gloria.
For a long moment he stared deep into her eyes.
Pam smiled hopefully. Please, Matt, please let me change places with Angie, she thought.
Matt dashed her hopes. Still with the weird gleam in his eyes, he pulled her cunt down to his mouth and continued sucking it.At the same time, he continued pushing his cock up and down into Angie's golden haired pussy.
Tears misted Pam's eyes while she continued to gyrate her cunt on the bastard's face. She sobbed her disappointment.
Angie, sensing Pam's shock and disappointment, tried soothing her. "There, there, darling," she breathed huskily, between kisses and movements up and down on the lovely cock. "Don't be upset. There'll be other times."
Pam shook her head. "Maybe not." At the moment she almost decided not to go back with Matt. He was too crazy. Too far out.
Her momentary disappointment was dispelled with the arrival of the climaxes. Matt's licking her pussy had brought her to spasms again and again. She was now approaching a gigantic climax. She whimpered, moaned and squished her cunt hard on his eager, sucking face. He was nipping at her clitty and she was about to cum.
Angie was in a similar position. The upward pounding of the huge cock into her tiny cunt was producing results and building her to a climax. Between kisses and hugs of Pam, she whimpered, "I'm gonna cum....I'm gonna cummmmmmmm...."
"Me, too," whimpered Pam, between sobs and climaxes.
"Me, too," muttered the cunt lapper, cunt fucker who was humping up and down like crazy, trying to appease two lovelies. "Let's all cum together," he ordered, between sucks at the cunt. "Now! Now ... now ... oh Lordy, I'm a cuming ... I'm a cuming...." He thrashed around wildly, trying to keep things and cunts in place.
The two girls came with him. One unloading squirts of hot, juicy nectar into his willing mouth. The other unloading hot, juicy nectar onto his hot, squirting hose which was shooting cum upward, and the upward cum was dripping back down, covering his hairy stomach with a mixture of hot, creamy juices from a hot cunt and a hot cock. At the same moment he was voraciously licking at a hot pussy, trying desperately to get some nice, creamy cunt juices into his eager mouth. He succeeded.
The three came together. The three tried holding their positions for a long time. The girls held out the longest. The big, virile male grew limp and his cock grew even limper. With a tired sigh, he reluctantly removed the still spasming girls from his cock and mouth.
"Enough, girls." His chest was heaving. He was gasping for breath. He was a thoroughly pussy whipped man.
The two girls knelt on both sides, peering down hopefully, and ogling his sagging cock sadly. They had crapped the big bastard out-again.
He smiled ruefully, sucked in deep breaths and at last regained his composure.
Wobbling to his feet, he stared down at his two lovelies. "It was marvelous. We'll have to do it again sometime."
Angie nodded eagerly.
Pam glared. As far as she was concerned there would be no next time. This was it. Endsville. She wanted no more parts of this oddball uncle.
Glancing at his watch, Matt said, "We'll have to get going, honey. Missus Duncan will have dinner ready by the time we get home." He reached for his clothes which he had strewn all over the bedroom.
Pam opened her mouth to give out with a retort. To tell him that she wasn't going back.
He beat her to the punch. As though reading her mind, and guessing that she was horsed off, he said, "By the way, honey, when I was in town, I stopped in at your bank and deposited three hundred dollars in your savings account. I've got the bank deposit slip here in my pocket." He pulled it out and handed it to her.
Pam stared at the receipt, then at him. She sighed. How could she stay mad at such a generous man. Even though he was a kook.
This didn't seem like the appropriate time to tell him to go to hell. Instead she smiled and began getting dressed. "I'll be ready in a jiff, Matt."
CHAPTER NINE
Pam's hurt pride and shock over the treatment that Matt had given her at Angie's a couple days ago didn't last. So he preferred fucking Angie over her, so what? No big deal. Her savings account was growing with each passing week. It was now close to a thousand dollars. If she could keep up the good work and continue to please the oddball, she might just make enough for at least one year of college.
She was becoming adjusted to his unpredictable moods. One moment, he could be happy and contentedly painting up a storm in his studio. When things went right for him, he hummed tunes, peered owlishly at her and smiled happily while applying brush to canvas.
On the other hand, when things weren't going too well with his portrait of Pam, he snarled at himself, daubed the canvas in anger and once even slashed the canvas in his frustration and rage. It was at those moments that Pam had her fears. The thought persisted that he might vent his frustration on her because she was Pam instead of Gloria.
At this moment, spread nude on her posing chair in his studio, watching a soap opera and toying with her breasts and pussy, Pam could sense that he was in a happy mood and things were going well with the portrait. She had never gotten a peek at what he was putting on the canvas so she had no idea what she looked like according to his concepts. Each day when the posing session was finished, he draped a cloth over the canvas. A cloth stretched out so as not to touch the wet paints and oils.
He was a temperamental artist. When he wanted her to look at the portrait he would tell her. Until then, even her peeking at it was a no-no. Not that she was too concerned. She was content to pose for him, and in between posing, do his bidding. She was getting well paid.
He hadn't mentioned the subject of her moving in with him on a permanent basis since that mock wedding night. He hadn't even mentioned the possibility of marriage, like Angie had hinted might be bouncing around in his thoughts. Angie had mentioned Matt had once confided in her that he might remarry if the right girl ever came along. Angie had suggested she might be that right girl, especially since she resembled his former wife so much. But Matt hadn't even hinted at a marriage deal.
It wasn't until late Friday afternoon that Matt brought up the subject of the impending weekend party. She was seated in her usual chair, one foot flopped over the chair arm, pussy completely exposed, breasts out-thrust and idly fondling her assets while he tried capturing her beauty of face for his portrait of Pam.
Between daubs at his canvas, Matt casually mentioned, "We're going to have a few visitors this weekend, honey."
"We are?" Pam pretended surprise. "Who?"
"A few friends I haven't seen in a year, or so. Members of a club Gloria and I used to belong to. A nudist group."
Pam shrugged. "You mean we're all going to wander around the estate naked?" she chuckled impishly.
He nodded, and muttered with a trace of annoyance, "It's not a joking matter. Gloria and I were quite serious about nudism. It's a way of life." Placing his brush down on the easel and covering his masterpiece signifying the session was over for the day, he stepped over and, touching her lips, he murmured, "It could be that the way you handle yourself this weekend, honey, might have some bearing on your future. Our future together."
"Oh?" Reaching up, Pam impulsively placed her hand on his and drew it down to her breasts. Playing with herself had heated her up. The sight of his half hard cock during the painting session had added fuel to her lustful thoughts. "Exactly how am I supposed to handle myself?" she murmured, fondling her titties with his warm hand. "I've never been a nudist."
He smiled and stroked her titties. "Just be yourself. Act natural. The only difference between nudists and other folks is a matter of clothes. A true nudist believes in the sanctity of the body and the freedom of expression and to worship naked in the sun." His eyes were alight with fervor as he outlined the simple basics of nudism.
"I see." She didn't really see, or understand. Her knowledge of nudism was zero. She knew some people practiced it, going off to isolated places and stripping bare. Family groups. Even small children got involved. Sun worshipers.
Well, she would go along with it. It would be a new experience. Angie would be here. That would be a big help. Deep in her heart she knew that it was a kind of test Matt was giving her. To see if she fit in with his kind of people. His naked friends.
Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his half hard prick. She was delighted to feel it spring to instant hardness. She seldom did such things, knowing of Matt's desire to be the top dog. The guy who called the shots. At the moment she expected to get a shot on the chin for being so forward. He had slapped her before for suggesting he have sex with her. She almost winced while toying with his cock.
To her surprise he didn't slap her for being so bold. Instead, he bent down, lifted her in his arms, carried her to his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed. By now his prick was soaring hard.
Kneeling between her legs, he moved forward, slid his massive cock into her tiny cunt and ever so slowly began fucking her.
Slowly, tenderly and with powerful strokes, he eased his enormous prick into her tiny cunt. "Honey," he whispered, stroking her hair, cheeks and kissing her on the lips, "you're going to be just fine. I know my friends will just love you. Just like they loved Gloria." His eyes began to get the glazed look while his mind wandered back down memory lane.
Pam sighed. She always had the oddest feeling that every time Matt shoved his cock into her, he was thinking of fucking Gloria. Invariably he'd mention her name during the cocking procedure.
She whimpered and moaned in ecstasy when his big cock sank deep into her snatch. She reasoned a girl could put up with most anything just to get a cock like this. She wiggled, moaned and thrashed around like crazy while he fucked her soundly and with emphasis.
He came too quick. She sighed. He continued to lay on top of her letting his limp cock flop from her steamy cunt and dribble a few drops of cum on the bedspread. "I love you so much, honey," he whispered tenderly, brushing her hair with his hand, while pressing her butt upward against his soft cock with the other hand.
"Oh, Matt, Matt," she sobbed happily and kissed him again and again. "You're so wonderful." She tried to bring herself to say she loved him but the words wouldn't come. She knew deep in her heart she didn't love him. She could never really love him as a lover. He was too old. Old enough to be her father. "I'll do anything I can to make you happy." She squeezed him to her bosom and showered him with kisses. Hopefully she'd get his prick hard again.
Matt returned her kisses with fervor. But he had remarkable control over his dong. It remained limp and dejected in spite of her valiant efforts to bring it back to stiffness. He eased from her and peered down with a fatherly smile. "I'm quite sure things will work out, honey," he murmured enigmatically. "We'll see after this weekend."
Pam nodded. "Anything you say, Matt. I'm your love slave. I'll be anything you want me to be, or do anything you want me to." She was going to add the words, even marry you, but decided that would be too much. She had to be very careful what she said to this oddball. He was a man of many moods.
He was in a very happy, friendly mood the following day when his weekend guests started arriving and shedding their clothes. Pam was amazed at the appearance of the people, and how casual they acted after their arrival. Most of them were stark naked within minutes after their arrival and checking in with Matt and Mrs. Duncan, who was keeping a head count to determine how much food would be required to feed the mob.
Most of the guests were in their late twenties, or early thirties. Some, married couples. Others, just friends and shack-ups. Pam was introduced to them all by Matt, and since she was acting as official hostess and Matt's current heart throb, she quickly lost track of who was who and who was with whom.
The guests soon began to look alike, especially since they were all naked and roamed around the estate in pairs, threesomes, or foursomes, to sample the recreational and liquid goodies. The pool was soon filled with nude swimmers of both sexes. The tennis court was a beehive of activity. The basketball court was alive with ball tossing people and the putting green was a big attraction.
Matt went all out to entertain his guests. Liquor flowed freely. A snack table was set up in the den, laden with all kinds of goodies. Mrs. Duncan, ably assisted by nude Angie, kept the drinks coming and the food table laden.
Matt, himself, went from group to group, laughing, talking and rehashing old memories. Pam gathered that this was the one big, organized group that Matt last belonged to, before the death of his wife. He hadn't seen all of them together in a group like this since then, having crawled into his shell of self pity. Now, at his invitation, they were all back together. A sort of a class reunion. A nudist class.
Pam was amazed while she watched, and from time to time helped Angie and Mrs. Duncan. What really surprised her was the casualness of the group. The friendliness and the remarkable control the men had over their pricks. Not once, as the afternoon wore on, did she see a man with a rip roaring hard on, though the girls were wandering all over the joint as naked as jaybirds.
From time to time she observed half hard cocks when a man observed a tasty tidbit between a girl's thighs in a certain pose, or position, but for the most part the men had their cocks under control. Not once did she see a man try to shove a cock into a girl. It was amazing. Maybe there was something to this nudist bit, after all.
Pam, as hostess, went from group to group, being friendly. The initial feelings of awe and wonderment began to wear off as the day progressed. Her nervousness ebbed. She was being accepted as a member in good standing of the nudist club.
To the group she was just another pretty face and figure. Matt's new girl. Once who looked a lot like his dead wife. During the day, several people commented to her about the remarkable likeness she bore to Gloria.
One couple in particular, a Bruce Allen and his wife Dawn, was visibly impressed by her appearance and remarkable resemblance to Gloria. They had known Matt and Gloria for years. Pam gathered that they were special friends and from time to time she observed them observing her more than casually. She had the uneasy feeling that they were part of Matt's overall plan. That they were analyzing her and evaluating her and would make a report to Matt later about their feelings regarding her. She felt like an amoeba under the microscopic scrutiny of the pair. Like as though they were dissecting her with their thoughts to determine if she was a fit replacement for Gloria.
This feeling persisted throughout the day. She would suddenly look around from whatever she was doing and, sure enough, either Bruce or Dawn would be ogling her and mentally cataloging her.
Except for this unusual set up, she enjoyed herself and relaxed more and more as the day wore on. She could sense that Matt was pleased with her actions and the way she was being accepted as part of the group. She swam with the nudists. She played basketball with them. She banged tennis balls with them, and even putted on the green. She managed a gay, sparkling exterior because she was feeling happy and at ease with these nice people who treated her so friendly-like.
When darkness finally settled on the estate, the group drifted indoors to the huge den to continue the fun and games. The indoor sports. Pool tables. Table tennis. Ping pong. Dart boards. Card games. The dance floor. The outside casualness moved indoors. They had the run of the house, upstairs and down. Matt had gone all out for the occasion, throwing his huge mansion and estate wide open for his groupies.
The soft music, the clink of glasses and the hum of voices as the nudists gathered in congenial groups impressed Pam. She was most impressed by the lack of sex action. Even when the naked couples danced together they managed to keep their passion and lust under control. True, the pricks hardened while men danced with women other than their wives, or girlfriends, but not once did she see a man try to shove a prick into a girl during the fun and games. She realized this was true nudism at work. A group of men and women who just enjoyed beeing naked and not thinking of sex.
All her preconceived notions about nudists being sex freaks who engaged in orgies went down the drain while she watched, and joined in the fun and games. To these people nudism was just a lack of clothes and nothing associated with sex. There were no lewd gestures, no ass pinching, no tittie tweaking, or any other such things as far as she could observe.
By midnight, she began tiring and when Angie, who had joined in the fun and games, suggested they turn in, she was only too happy to oblige. It had been a long, exhilarating day. She noticed that some of the couples were drifting away. Some to go home. Others to find places to rest their weary bones. There were plenty of couches, sleeping bags and comfortable chairs for everyone to use.
After taking a quick shower, the two girls lay on the bed in Pam's bedroom, talking excitedly about the events of the day.
"What do you think of Matt's friends?" Angie asked, gently fondling Pam's bushy beaver and solid melons.
"I'm kinda shocked. I thought they'd be a bunch of sex freaks. They're all so nice, except...." Pam broke off and felt a flush in her cheeks.
"Except what?" Angie impishly dipped fingers into Pam's pussy.
"Except for one couple, Bruce and Dawn Allen. They give me the creeps. The way they've been staring at me all day, as though I'm a specimen they have to make a report on."
"You are, and they are." Angie grinned. "Bruce and Dawn were special friends of Matt and Gloria. Bosom buddies. Swap mates. That kind of stuff. Bruce and Gloria. Matt and Dawn. They were the ones who introduced Matt and Gloria to nudism."
"And Matt has them spying on me?" Pam was shocked.
"Not exactly spying. Just checking you out. I think Matt has big plans for you in his future. Like maybe even marrying you. I guess he wants to get their opinion about you before he makes up his mind. You know Matt." Angie chuckled.
Pam nodded. The mystery was clearing up, but she wasn't sure she liked what Angie told her. She flopped back on the bed and let Angie play with her cunt while she thought things out.
Angie was about to lay her tongue into Pam's cunt when there came a knock on the door. Angie quickly withdrew her suckling tongue and lay on the bed beside Pam. "Come in," she called.
The door opened and in came the couple they'd just been discussing. Bruce and Dawn Allen.
Dawn, a bosomy blonde of thirty, with candid blue eyes and a lush, curvy body of one hundred and thirty pounds of creamy, white loveliness on a five-eight frame, smiled. "Are we interrupting anything?"
"No." Angie chirped, smiling and indicating for them to enter the room. "We were just gabbing."
Pam ogled Bruce. He was thirty-five. A dark haired, dark eyed Adonis who weighed in at one hundred and eighty pounds on a five eleven physique. A handsome, virile hunk of manhood with modishly long hair and clean shaven face.
Noticing that his prick was hardening at sight of the two naked lovelies, she smiled. "Make yourselves at home. There's always room for more." She figured they might be looking for a place to sleep. It was a large bed. Large enough for four nudists.
Bruce shook his head. Holding out his hand toward Angie, he murmured, "I was looking for you, dear. I haven't had a dance with you yet. How 'bout it?" He inclined his head toward downstairs where sounds of activity were still being heard. "Things are heating up."
Angie took the hint. "Sure, Bruce. Let's go dance." Winking lewdly at Pam, she waved her hand, "See you all later." She closed the door after them.
Dawn came over and sat on the bed. Reaching down, she gathered one of Pam's hands in hers and squeezed. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw you, Pam darling," her voice low and throaty.
"Believe what?" Pam had a queasy feeling, being alone with this older girl who was peering at her so oddly. Something like the look Matt bestowed on her from time to time.
"How much like Gloria you are. It's amazing. When Matt called the other day and mentioned you while inviting us to this party, I thought he was just having another one of his hallucinations about Gloria." She shook her head. "But after watching you all day, I'm convinced. You not only look exactly like she did, but you act very much like her. Gloria was sort of shy and bashful at first. It took her a long time to really accept things."
"Like what?"
"Nudism. Free love." Dawn smiled and brushed Pam's hair. "I noticed you today, darling. You were embarrassed by us, weren't you?"
Pam nodded. "Truthfully, yes. I still am." She wrapped part of the spread around her nudeness.
Dawn chuckled. "I'm making you nervous, aren't I?"
"Well ... yes."
Bending over until her lush titties rubbed against Pam's lush ones, Dawn stroked Pam's long, brown hair and forehead. "Such a pretty girl," she murmured. "Even more beautiful than Gloria." She smiled when Pam frowned. "I'm coming on rather strong, ain't I?"
Pam shrugged and tried covering more of her nakedness with the spread. "It's okay, I guess."
"Gloria acted the same way as you are, the first time I met her." Again a flashback into memory lane by a person who knew Gloria. Dawn gently ran fingers across Pam's eyebrows, touched her cute, button nose and ran fingers across Pam's full, kissable lips.
Pam, sensing what the other girl was leading up to and not wanting such action from a complete stranger, faked a yawn. "Perhaps we could get together some other time, Dawn? I'm kinda sleepy. It's been a long day."
"Nonsense. You're just afraid of me!" Dawn boldly reached down and fondled Pam's lush breasts, tweaking at the taut nipples and cupping the lovely globes with her hands.
"It's not that!" protested Pam, feeling herself heating up, and really not wanting to. "It's just that I don't know you. We just met. You're all strangers. I don't know any of Matt's friends from his past. It's kinda weird."
"I understand." Dawn fondled the lovely titties.
"Poor Matt."
"What's 'at mean?"
"The poor guy keeps trying to live in the past," explained Dawn, continuing to squeeze and fondle tit and slap hers against Pam's. "I don't think he'll ever get over his Gloria. It kind of affected his mind. It's become an obsession. He keeps trying to find another Gloria. You make about the sixth one he's come up with since she died."
"Oh, I see."
"You don't. Not really. You're puzzled-I can tell. Has Matt asked you to move in with him?"
"I'm staying here. He's doing a portrait of me. He did mention something about a permanent arrangement."
"Hah! The old portrait routine." Dawn chuckled. "What's he doing? Your cunt? Your titties? Or your ass?"
"None of those. He'd doing a painting of my face."
"What?" Dawn was shocked. "Say, that's a switch." She peered intently at Pam, and pursed her lips. "Could be you might be the one."
"The one what?"
"Matt mentioned many times if he ever found an exact replica of Gloria he would marry her." Dawn studied the girl she was breast fondling. "Hmmm. Could be you might just be that one. You look exactly like her, only much younger, of course. But let me check some more." Impishly Dawn tossed the spread that was covering Pam's snatch and, without further ado, bent herself around and ogled Pam's pussy.
Pam felt herself heating up all the more at the large girl's activity. Dawn was now in a sixty-nine position, facing downward and was nuzzling at Pam's pussy, pretending to be making a study of it, but actually fondling and touching it.
Winking lewdly, Dawn murmured, "Your pussy's exactly like hers. She had a nice, tight one. Let me kiss it a few times, and I'll be able to tell better." Dawn swooped forward and buried her tongue in the tiny twat. She lapped, sucked and tongued the glorious little, hairy item with such a nice, pissy odor.
Pam writhed around on the bed, enjoying the cunt lapping action. She always heated up when someone sucked her off. "Oh Lordy, that feels so good ... so ... gooooood...."
Between sucks, Dawn cut loose with an observation. "You even sound like Gloria did when I sucked her cunt."
"I do?"
"Yep. Now you suck me off and I'll be able to tell if you're just like her." Dawn swung around and mounted Pam in a conventional lesbian position, herself on top, nuzzling her face deep onto the lovely brown haired cunt. At the same time, she squatted her golden haired snatch down to the teenager's pretty face.
Pam whimpered and moaned in delight. She humped her pussy up and down like a yo-yo for some nice cunt lapping by the expert lesbian with the big, blue eyes. At the same time, she drew the pissy smelling, big, golden-haired twat down to her face and like a good little lesbian she eagerly began servicing the older girl. Pushing at Dawn's swaying asscheeks, she drew more and more of the big cunt into her suckling mouth. "Yummy. This tastes good!"
The two beautiful lesbians quickly got into the swing of things, and into each other with tongues, fingers and mouths. They rolled around on the bed and serviced each other in their own way. Ass sucking. Tittie fondling. Cunt lapping. Lips kissing. Touching. Feeling. Fondling. Girl love. The big girl handling the little baby doll with gentle ease and tender passion.
The little girl handling the larger girl with equal passion and love. Tittie bouncing. Slapping of butts. Palming of cunts. Love in bloom. Girl love. Spasming. Cumming. Sucking for cum.
They were wrapped up in each other and loving every sucking minute of their bliss. Time passed. They were unaware of anything except each other.
Pam sighed and sucked. She thought, What I wouldn't do for a nice big prick at this moment.
Girl love was wonderful but it had a tendency to turn her on beyond relief. To heat her to such an extend that she would even fuck a monkey at this moment, she was that hot.
At that moment, she stopped sucking the big, hairy snatch directly above her. The snatch that was grinding hard onto her face. At that moment, her wish was coming true.
A big, fat prick was in sight!
CHAPTER TEN
Not only was the big prick in sight. It was being shoved into the shit chute directly above the cunt she'd been lapping. Pam stared in envy while watching the big cock slide into the well sucked asshole of Dawn. She whimpered along with Dawn with the rear end invasion.
She also squealed in delight with Dawn when the blonde haired amazon accepted the rear end invasion.
Uncoupling from the brown haired snatch she was sucking, Dawn peered back. "My what a big tongue you have, darling." She crinkled her nose impishly.
"The better to fuck you with, m'dear!" A man's voice answered. Matt's deep baritone.
Pam peered upward at the lewd action taking place directly in front of her sucking face. Matt was pounding his big, thick cock in and out of Dawn's big ass. An awesome sight. Reaching up, she ran fingers over Matt's gooey cock and toyed with his swinging balls. "Fuck 'er, Matt," she encouraged. "Fuck the shit out of her."
Matt grinned down and nodded. "You're next, honey. "Just a few more strokes into this big ass." He peered around. "Got enough pictures of this, Bruce?"
Bruce, in the background snapping pictures of the sylvan scene, took one more shot, then nodded. "That should do it."
Matt backed away from the big ass. He peered fondly down at his little protege. "Having fun, honey?"
Pam sat up in bed, feeling a hot flush in her cheeks. She went over and poured herself a drink. "Having a wonderful time, Matt."
Matt joined her in a drink. Wrapping his hand around her slim waist, he asked, "How do you like my friends? The members of the club?"
"They're all nice people. Very friendly."
Dawn joined them at the small bar and sat on a stool. "She's everything you said she was, Matt." She sipped at a drink.
"She sure is." Bruce joined them in a drink. Handing Matt the pictures, he added, "She sure looks like Gloria." The pictures were from a self developing camera. Instant photos.
"And she acts and sounds like her," Dawn added to the report.
Matt studied the lewd pictures. "I'll start a new album. But we'll need a few more pictures." He studied the pictures, then studied his hardon, Bruce's hardon and the two twitching twats. "Let's go, gang. Picture-taking time."
He handed the camera to Dawn. "You be the photographer for a few minutes. Me and Bruce'll give the kid a good going over." Matt swayed slightly. He had taken aboard one too many drinks. His eyes were glazed. "C'mon, Gloria, let's go over here." Taking Pam by the hand he led her toward the bed.
Pam sighed. There he was again in memory lane. But what the hell. He was harmless, and she was getting well paid to humor him. Not only that, she was hot to trot. "Anything you say, dear," she murmured.
"Bruce, you stand in front of Gloria." Matt, the master director of the film making epic, directed the scene. "Good. Right there. Dawn, you get over there and get ready to shoot pictures when I give the word."
The man and wife team instantly complied with Matt's instructions. Bruce stood before Pam, a lewd gleam in his eyes and a solid cock bouncing forward.
Pam stood before him, eyeing the solid cock. Bruce was a heavy hung bastard. As big as Matt, and his cock was just as thick. She liked thick cocks with plenty of length.
Matt, peered at the scene he was staging. Seeing that he had his actors positioned to his liking, he issued new instructions. "Gloria, you bend from the waist, hold onto Bruce's hips and start sucking his cock!"
Pam, alias Gloria, instantly complied. Her mouth had been twitching at sight of the monstrous cock. She needed no prodding. She bent at the waist, grabbed his hips and began eagerly sucking his enormous cock. Yum. Yum.
"Take a shot of that, Dawn!"
Dawn snapped the picture of her husband getting cock sucked by a pretty teenager. She smiled lewdly while taking the picture. She waited the required period of time, then the picture flicked out and self developed. She showed it to the master director.
"Good." The director was satisfied with the result. He bent over and began reaming the cock sucker's tiny asshole. Between nips at the puckered shit chute, he issued more instructions. "Get ready to take a picture of me fucking Gloria's asshole." He continued to suck her asshole.
"Gotcha." Dawn aimed the camera at the sylvan scene.
Matt, giving with a few more licks at his protege's cute asshole, stood up. Holding his huge, throbbing cock with one hand and Pam's swaying asscheeks with the other, he moved forward and pushed his enormous cock into the tiny asshole!
Pam moaned, whimpered and screamed in agony while continuing to suck Bruce's cock. The pain and anguish soon wore off and her asshole adjusted to the rear end invasion.
"Okay, everyone, hold a pose," directed Matt, pushing his cock halfway in Pam's shit chute. "You keep your sucking mouth half-way on Bruce's cock, Gloria. That's it. Now, everyone sort of turn toward the camera and give with a lewd smile. There. Take it, Dawn!"
Snap. The picture was taken for posterity. While the film was self developing Matt continued to gently shove his cock into Pam's asshole and Pam continued to suck Bruce's surging cock.
Dawn handed the finished photo to Matt for his approval, or disapproval. He eyed it, then nodded. "Good shot, gang. Let's break it off." He pulled his brown stained cock from the cute ass he was fucking.
Reluctantly, Pam withdrew her mouth from the nice cock she was sucking.
Matt stroked his goateed chin. "Hmmm. Let's see now. What pose can we get?" His eyes lit up. "I've got it! A sex sandwich with Gloria the meat!"
Pam eyed him in puzzlement. Now what?
She didn't have long to wait to find out.
Matt directed the scene. "Bruce, lay on your back on the bed. Keep your feet on the floor. There, that's it." He smiled in approval at his long time friend who had gone this route many a time in the past.
Turning to Pam, he said, "Gloria, you get on top of Bruce and let him shove his cock up your cunt."
With a squeal of delight, Pam complied with his directions. Moving forward, she positioned herself into a fucking positiong atop big cocked Bruce. She whimpered with joy when his ram rod slid into her cunt. God, he had a big one!
"Take a picture of him fucking Gloria like that!" Matt directed. "Get a good view of Bruce's cock actually entering her pussy. You two, turn toward the camera and smile. There, hold it!" He snapped his fingers for a take.
Dawn took the picture. While awaiting the development, Bruce continued to grind his huge cock into the tiny pussy. He smiled tenderly at Pam. "You're sure wonderful, Pam," he whispered. "Just like Gloria was."
"I'm beginning to think maybe I am Gloria," whispered Pam, easing up and down on his glorious cock. She didn't mind playing this game at all. She didn't mind being Gloria for this group of nuts. Not as long as she was able to get such wonderful cocking. She would have pretended to be anyone if it meant handling such pricks.
Matt eyed the finished photo and again nodded approval. Stepping over to the fucking couple, he pushed his cock into Pam's asshole. Pam was now a sex sandwich. The lovely meat between two horny bastards who had their cocks shoved into her. One in her cunt. The other in her asshole. Fun. Fun. Fun.
"Okay, gang, let's pose." Matt pulled his cock half-way out of Pam's asshole and held. Bruce eased his cock halfway out of Pam's cunt and held. They all smiled lewdly toward the camera.
Dawn zeroed in on the scene. "Got it!" She snapped the picture.
While awaiting the development, the horny bastards continued to fuck the teenaged darling. They battered her asshole and her cunt.
Dawn waved the finished picture before Matt's approving gaze. He nodded then pulled his shitty cock from her shitty asshole. Slapping her on the ass, he said, "I guess we got enough pictures for now." Winking lewdly at his two old friends, and feeling of Dawn's golden-haired pussy, he said, "Gloria, why don't you go down and mingle with our guests? I want to talk things over with my old friends." He led his old female friend over to the bed, knelt between her legs and, shoving his cock into her big cunt, began fucking her!
Pam shook her head in disbelief. Matt was fucking the shit out of Dawn while Dawn's husband was watching them and sipping at a drink. Bruce was nodding and smiling approval while watching Matt fuck his wife!
Pam tottered to the door, and left the scene. Talk about oddballs, this took the prize. A stray thought entered her mind. If this was what it was going to be like married to Matt, if he asked her to marry him, she wasn't sure she could take it, or accept it.
On the other hand, he was a rich bastard. Very rich. A future Mrs. Matt Lynn would be well off. Would have everything money could buy.
Enroute downstairs she bumped into Angie coming from a bedroom. "Hi! I was gonna look for you. What're you doing?"
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Angie smiled lewdly, "I'm having fun, darling. Boy, am I having fun. Come along, we'll have fun together."
Pam eagerly accompanied her. They went looking for more action. The nudists were now acting like mere mortals. Fucking mortals.
They found plenty of action. All over the place. The nudists, having proven they could act as normal people, wandering around without clothes on, and behaving in a normal manner, now began to revert to being all the more normal. It was as though the setting of the sun on the sun worshipers released them of their vows of behavior, and turned them into being normal hot blooded people who acted and reacted like normal naked people would act.
There was fucking and sucking going on all over the place. Pam, and Angie, the two beautiful teenaged lovelies were much in demand, by men and women alike. Pam lost track of time, and lost track of the times she got cocked, and the cunts she sucked and got hers sucked in return.
Both little teenagers had been welcomed with open arms by the horny nudists. Both had been fucked, sucked and brutalized delightfully time and again. And time and again she and Angie had sucked each other off to the delight of onlookers.
She even lost track of when she finally settled down for the night in her bed. Now the sunlight was streaming into her room. She moaned and stirred around in bed. She then sat up, yawned and flexed her muscles. What a night. What a night. Memories of what had happened flooded back to her mind while she stretched and yawned.
Pam became aware of another form beside her in the bed.
Angie!
"Hey, wake up!" She slapped Angie on the bare rump.
Angie opened her eyes and went through the yawning and stretching routine. Sitting next to her all night companion, lover, she shook her head, and murmured, "Wow! What a night." She ran her tongue over her dry lips. "I feel lousy. I drank too much." She felt of her head. "My head feels like a balloon."
"Mine, too." Pam peered owlishly at her companion, then the enormity of what they'd done the night before came to her with shocking suddenness. Throwing herself into Angie's embrace, she flopped them back onto the bed. She sobbed, "Oh, Angie, I'm so ashamed. The terrible things I did!" Tears streamed to her eyes. Tears and sobs of shame and remorse. It had been awful the way she'd debased herself. Defiling. She had sunk to the lowest levels of depravity.
Angie consoled her weeping playmate. Unlike Pam, she felt no remorse, or regrets. Angie had enjoyed the action all the way. Stroking Pam's bare back and buttocks, she soothed, "There, there, darling. Just you relax. It isn't the end of the world. Everyone let their hair down last night. It was a party. Everyone enjoyed."
"I know," sobbed Pam, nuzzling against Angie and stroking her, "but I acted like a nympho. I let everyone do anything they wanted to me. Ugh! I'm so ashamed."
"So what? You weren't the only one. I did everything you did, and then some." Angie chuckled.
"I know, but you're used to such things. This was a first time for me. I shouldn't have drink so much." Pam ran her tongue over her dry lips.
"Big deal." Angie continued to stroke and fondle. She felt herself heating up, then beat down the urge to make love this moment. She needed refreshing-a bath, something to eat. Plenty of time to get recharged for more action. They had the whole day before them. She eased Pam to her feet and joined her alongside the bed. "Let's take a shower, darling. Then go get something to eat. Then see what's cooking."
Pam winced. "How can I face anyone? After the way I acted last night?" She sobbed and swept into Angie's embrace. "I'm so ashamed of myself."
Angie wrapped an arm around sobbing Pam and led her to the bathroom. She giggled. "I wouldn't worry about what anyone's thinking about last night, darling. That's done. Over with. I don't think anyone's going to worry about what took place, or even mention it. You'll see. I've been through these things before. I know."
"I hope so."
Pam still had doubts, but allowed herself to be swayed by Angie.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
To Pam's surprise, Angie proved right about the outlook. Everyone who was up and around the estate at the moment acted casual, relaxed and unconcerned. It was as though last night hadn't taken place. No particular mention was made of the events that had taken place. The nudists went about the business of being conventional nudists. Some were in swimming. A couple was playing tennis. A few were in the kitchen eating breakfast.
The big surprise to Pam was the casualness of the people. The lack of regret, or remorse. No evidence that those things existed. No reproach. No bitterness. The bare assed guests had reverted to being sun worshipers and people who were proud to just be themselves in all their naked glory and freedom. Now with a new dawn, and a new sun, the naked people wandered around the estate enjoying themselves. Again with the half hard pricks, and the total lack of lust and lewdness.
Pam guessed that there might be something to this nudity bit. In a way she sort of enjoyed wandering around stark naked and seeing everyone else bare assed naked. She even found herself peering casually at pricks that been sunk deep into her last night, without batting an eye, or getting an urge to get the pricks hard again.
Men who had fucked her gleefully the night before now passed her with cheerful greetings and casual waves of the hands-and with their pricks remaining in repose. The very same cocks that had been shoved into her cunt, mouth, or asshole time and again the night before. It was weird.
Pam knew that if she were to agree to stay on with Matt, either as his mistress, or his wife, she would have to get used to such things. Matt, and his friends, had made it abundantly clear the night before what life with him would be like. She had learned quite a bit from these people the night before, during some of the moments when she was without a cock.
Between sucks and fucks, she had pieced together quite a bit of information about Matt. She learned that she wasn't the first look alike that Matt had trotted before his friends. She had learned that Matt was making a career out of trying to relive his past, and to find a new Gloria.
The paintings he did. His way of life. The parties. The old friends. The nudism. The picture taking sessions. The photo albums. All these things were part of the madness of the man. The man who couldn't face up to reality and who was constantly trying to relive the past. He was wealthy enough to indulge in this hobby.
What concerned Pam was a terrifying thought. What happened to the other girls Matt had brought home to pose as his dead wife?
She had asked this question time and again during the pauses in her fucking, and when she had time to talk to his old friends. She had received no valid answers-only brushoffs. Either his friends didn't really know what happened to the other girls, or they didn't think it was any of their business.
Most had come up with a stock answer that Matt had probably paid them off and sent them on their way.
Pam, aware of Matt's temper flareups, wasn't too sure this was the straight answer. Her mind conjured up all kinds of terrible things that could have happened to the girls once Matt really decided the replacement girl wasn't his Gloria, or wasn't as good as his Gloria. The man's mind hovered between reality and insanity. He was a borderline case and there were times she was positively frightened of him. The way he stared at her.
Despite her fears, she couldn't break herself away from him. She couldn't bring herself to leave. It wasn't only the money that kept her rooted to his roost. It was the fact that she enjoyed being here, despite the possible danger involved. Sexually she was being sated like never before. She had copies of the pictures they had taken when she'd been with Matt, Bruce and Dawn. The lewd pictures of the things she'd done and had done to her excited her.
During the days following the wild party, she noticed that Matt's mood began to undergo a change. Most times he was inclined to be on the sour side. Now he was beginning to bubble with joy and cheerfulness. The smile on his face, during her posing sessions, began to be a normal expression. He sometimes whistled while he worked, and he announced that her portrait was almost finished.
It was Friday. He was putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece. A dab here. A touch there. He stood back and peered intently at the painting, then at his model. He stroked his goatee. Reaching forward like a Rembrandt, he put one last daub of oil on the canvas. Then with a smile on his face, he stepped back. "It's finished."
Pam got to her feet. "Can I take a look?" Since he first started his painting, she hadn't even dared to ask to look at it. He'd always kept it covered when not working on it.
Holding out his hand, he led her to the back of the easel, much like a Renoir leading one of his naked lovelies to view a finished product. A smile was on his face. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction of a job well done. He had poured his heart and soul into this portrait of Pam.
Pam ogled the masterpiece with the quizzical glance of an art connoisseur. Her eyes widened in surprise. She frowned. This was a picture of her? She tried not to show her disappointment at the finished product, but a thought persisted. Her little kid sister, Amy, aged twelve, could draw and paint a picture better than this.
Sensing her disappointment, Matt frowned. "You don't like it?"
"I ... er ... it's good, Matt, but...." Pam hesitated in trying to explain her feelings. Her entire credo in life had always been to be truthful. She found it difficult to come up with a little white lie. "It stinks!" She shook her head. "It doesn't even look like me, does it?" She stared deep into his eyes.
He flushed. "Frankly, it doesn't. I'm disappointed. I thought I could really paint your portrait." Matt sighed. "It's the first time I've tried painting someone's face. I'm glad you didn't give me a snow job and tell me it's good. I go along with you. It stinks!"
Taking the canvas from the easel, he glared at it, then pulling a knife from the table nearby, he slowly, but methodically began slashing his masterpiece, his eyes filled with sadness and his goatee twitching.
Pam's inner terror began rising. He was getting that gleam in his eyes again. Sucking in a deep breath and easing from him, she murmured, "It wasn't too bad, but it just didn't look like me. I had to be truthful."
"I know." He slashed the canvas into small pieces and tossed them onto the studio floor to join other canvases that didn't make the grade.
"So much for Portrait of Pam." He turned to her with a sad expression on his face. "I should have known better than to try something like that. I should've stuck to my specialty."
"Right." She agreed heartily.
Matt fondled her boobs, then her snatch. "I should have made a painting of these lovely items. Those kinds of things I can paint!"
Pam, heating up under his fondling, grinned. "You do seem to have a knack for painting them."
He chuckled. "From now on, I'll stick to what I can do."
"Good thinking." Pam stared deep into his eyes and wrapped fingers around his hardening cock. "I guess this is the end for us, isn't it?" She gently jerked his emerging hardon.
"What?" He frowned and scratched her snatch.
"We agreed you'd do a portrait of me." Pam sighed and nodded toward the shredded canvas. "Well, it's finished. I guess my job is, too. Right?" She gave a few more gentle jerks to his solid cock.
"But I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay." He backed her toward the couch. "I love you," he breathed huskily.
"But you don't really want me to stay. You love a memory. You think I'm Gloria. You'll always be thinking that. It just won't work out. All your dreaming. All your hoping can't change that. Maybe it's best that I leave? Especially after what happened at the party last weekend?" Pam felt a blush coming to her cheeks when the memory of the terrible things she'd done came into focus.
"You didn't have a good time at the party?"
"That's just it. I had too good a time. Posing for you is one thing, but allowing myself to do all those things I did to a bunch of strangers? Unh-Unh."
Matt drew her into his embrace, squeezing her solid breasts against his hairy chest. Smiling tenderly, he stroked her bare back and buttocks. "My little darling. You're upset. You're shy. Oh, I love you so much. I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay. To live with me."
"But I can't. I want to go to college."
"I'll send you to college. I'll pay your way through. Please say you'll stay, Pam. Please." He coaxed and stroked.
Pam, feeling her resistance ebbing, but not hearing him say he wanted to marry her, hesitated. "You want me to shack up with you?" she asked bluntly, giving a hard pull at his cock.
Matt flushed. "You put it rather bluntly, but, yes, I guess that's what I want."
"No marriage?"
He hesitated. "We can talk about that sometime in the future."
Pam hesitated. His offer to put her through college was something to consider. But to pay such a price? Be a shack up whore for him?
"Let's not louse things up by talking about marriage?" He continued to stroke her nudeness. "That can wait. I'm not sure what I want to do about that. I mean, you're so young. I'm so much older. There are other complications. Let's just continue as we are for a while? I'll start paintings of you. My specialties."
"Oh?"
Scratching at her snatch, he murmured, "This pretty pussy for instance. I could do a marvelous job of it."
Pam hesitated. "Let me think about it for a few days."
"Good. In the meantime I have to take a run into the city." He glanced at his watch. "I'll be back in a couple hours. Maybe I'll have something that will convince you to stay." He smiled enigmatically.
Reluctantly Pam removed her fingers from his cock. It was obvious he didn't have his mind on fucking, even though his prick was bone hard. She could tell from the odd gleam in his eyes that he was dreaming up something new.
Matt was a man of surprises. She never knew what to expect from him.
This thought was still running through her mind a few hours later when he returned from his trip to the city. She was flopped on her bed, listening to some rock records and idly thumbing through a magazine when he barged into her bedroom. She glanced up in surprise. He wasn't alone.
Angie was with him!
"Hi, Pam!" Angie put her suitcase down, bounced over to the bed and gathered her in a fond embrace. She showered Pam with kisses. "I sure missed you, darling."
Pam, a bit shocked at Angie's forwardness, returned the kisses, but without the fervor. "It's only been a week."
Angie, having unloaded her welcome kisses, stepped from the bed and slowly began sliding from her jeans and blouse. She wanted to get into the uniform of the day. Naked!
Matt, fully dressed, beamed at his lovely niece and his concubine. Winkling lewdly at the blonde haired one and nodding approval of her actions, he murmured, "I'll leave you two love birds to catch up on your girl talk. See you later." He closed the bedroom door when he departed.
Pam, watching Angie getting undressed, frowned. "Matt brought you here to talk me into staying with him, didn't he?"
Angie nodded. "Yep. He mentioned you were thinking of leaving." Naked Angie bounced onto the bed and nuzzled against Pam. "I sure missed you, darling." She gently stroked Pam's out-thrust breasts.
"Hey, knock it off. Not so fast. Let's talk first." Pam was shocked at Angie's forwardness. Of course, after last weekend and a few times before that, Angie probably figured there was no need for coyness. Angie was a direct action type.
Flopping onto her back across the bed, and resting her head on Pam's boobs, Angie peered up at her long time friend. "Okay, let's talk first." Impishly she fingered Pam's pussy hairs.
Pam filled Angie in on the latest scoop. Matt wanting her to move in for good. How he'd put her through college. Pay all expenses. How she'd wind up being his private little whore. She wound up her discourse by saying, "I've given it plenty of thought, and I've decided not to accept his offer." She grimaced. "I'm leaving."
Angie grinned. "Matt kinda figured you would after thinking it over."
"So he brought you here to try and talk me into staying?"
"Exactly." Angie eased around on Pam's belly and titties until she was facing Pam's face. With one of Pam's taut nipples in her ear, she smiled, and murmured, "Why are you all shook up? Why don't you want to accept his offer?"
Pam reached down and stroked Angie's golden hair. "Because of Gloria."
"Gloria?"
"Hell never get over the obsession that I'm Gloria come back to life. It's scary. The way he looks at me. The way he calls me Gloria. Hell, he's so convincing that sometimes I even think I am Gloria! One time when he was fucking me I kept telling him to come on fuck your Gloria. It wasn't exactly pretending. At that moment I actually thought I was Gloria!"
"Hhmm. That's the bad part of the whole deal." Angie idly ran fingers around Pam's lovely face. "I can see why you get shook up. I guess I would, too."
"So don't talk me out of leaving. Huh? Let me work things out myself?"
"Sure, but before you make any rash decisions, think of all the benefits." Angie sat up. "You'll be assured of getting a college degree. You'll be living in this estate with all the goodies. You'll have your own car. Plenty of spending money."
"But I'll always be under a cloud. Pretending to be someone I'm not. That's too nerve wracking."
"Probably." Angie pursed her lips. "Uncle Matt's an oddball. He'd be the first to admit it, but I think with you it's something more than his pretending you're his long lost Gloria."
"Oh? What else?"
"I think the reason he doesn't want to marry you is because he also looks upon you as a daughter. He is old enough to be your father. He never had any kids. He's getting old. I think what he has in the back of his mind is adopting you."
"He said that?"
Angie nodded. "On the way here from the city, he talked about a lot of things. That was one of the things he mentioned. How you were young enough to be his daughter. How maybe that could be the solution to his problem. You be his daughter."
"His fucking daughter?"
Angie giggled. "To put it bluntly-yes. His fucking daughter. How does that strike you?"
Pam sighed. The situation was going from bad to worse. Matt didn't want to marry her. Now he wanted to adopt her-maybe. "I'll have to think about it."
She put the thought on the back of her mend when the bedroom door opened and Matt strode in. He was now in the uniform of the day. Stark naked.
"You kids have a good talk?" He stared meaningly at his niece.
Angie nodded and cut loose with a wink. "We sure did. Didn't we, darling?" She leaned over and stroked her darling's darling pussy and slipped a few sucks onto her darling's darling breasts.
Pam, heating up under Angie's boldness, smiled at Matt when she noticed his prick getting hard.
"Well, now that you've explained a few things, Angie," he muttered, slapping Angie's wiggling butt and disengaging Angie's suckling mouth from Pam's cunt, "there's a few things I'd like to say to Pam. Something I'd like to show her. So if you'll excuse us...." He hoisted Pam from the bed, depriving his little niece of her tasty tidbit.
"Aw, Matt, just when I was enjoying myself." Angie impishly licked her chops and smacked her lips.
"See you later, my cunt lapping little niece." Matt grinned at her and led the tasty tidbit from the bedroom.
Pam, the pawn between uncle and niece, followed him. "Where are we going? What do you have to show me?"
"This!" Matt shoved open the door of Gloria's bedroom.
Pam entered, a puzzled frown on her face.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pam stared around the room, looking for something unusual. Nothing. The room was just as it always had been. The bed was made up. Everything was neat and orderly. Just like they had left it, the night of the mock wedding.
The drapes at the windows were drawn, and the light from the floor lamps cast a soft glow in the room. The record player in the room was on, giving out with soft, smaltzy music. Mood music. Fucking mood music.
Turning to Matt, she asked, "This is what you were going to show me? Gloria's room? I've seen it before. So what's new?"
"This!" Stepping to the bed, Matt carefully began removing the light, blue colored spread on the queensize bed. He began at the top and very slowly, and gently, removed the spread.
Pam stared in awe. Underneath the cover that Matt was carefully peeling from the bed was a veritable sea of money!
She gawked in amazement. One dollar, five dollar, ten dollar, and twenty dollar bills were neatly laid out on the sheet. Edge to edge, the bills covered the bedsheet.
Pam, usually an A student in math, tried to count the money while ogling it with awe. She lost count when she hit a thousand dollars. "What's this all about?" she gasped, feeling Matt at her rear.
Matt, cuddling up behind her behind, wrapped his hands around her and fondled her lush melons. His big prick prodded inward toward her asshole. "It's my surprise, honey," Matt breathed, kissing her on the back on the neck and bare shoulders. Squeezing her melons, he continued, "I know how difficult it's been for you. Pretending to be Gloria. Me acting so damned foolish at times. Scaring you. Hurting you. Asking you to move in with me. Hinting that maybe I'll marry you someday." He stroked and squeezed while giving with the explanation of the odd setup on the bed.
Pam, wiggling her ass against his big prick, murmured, "You're not going to marry me?" She placed her hands over his while he fondled her lush breasts.
"I can't, honey. It wouldn't work out." He continued kissing her neck and prodding his cock inward and fondling boobs. "You don't love me. You never will. And, truthfully, honey, I don't want to marry you."
"Why?"
"It's too hard to explain. Main reason is that I don't want to be tied down to the responsibility of a wife. That would get too involved, so I'm offering the next best thing." He inclined his head toward the money.
"Angie mentioned something about how you'd like to adopt me."
"I'm considering that." Matt swung her around in his arms. His big cock nestled between her thighs and bounced against her pussy, since she had her legs spread apart and he crouched down.
"Considering it?" Pam tried capturing his prick in this standing position, with her cunt, but the angle wasn't quite right. The cock head bumped against her cunt but didn't enter completely.
"I never had any children," explained Matt, brushing her hair and kissing her tenderly on the lips. "It might be nice to have a daughter."
"A fucking daughter?" Pam giggled nervously.
"Yeah, a fucking daughter. How 'bout it, honey? Would you be my fucking daughter?" He managed to get his cockhead into her tiny pussy by maneuvering around.
"Could I call you Daddy?"
"You sure could." Matt eased another inch inward into the hot, little pussy.
"And all this money would be mine?" Pam pointed to the bed.
"All that and more," promised Matt, giving with the kisses and shoving more cock into her cunt.
"I'd have to give it some thought."
"Take all the time you need." Matt smiled. "This money on the bed is yours to keep, honey, regardless of your final decision. That's why I brought it with me from the bank when I brought Angie back, too. I can't marry you. Possibly I could adopt you. Don't rush your decision. Give it plenty of thought. Okay?"
Pam nodded. "Right now, I have but one thought."
"And that is?"
"Fuck me, Daddy-o. Fuck me!" Pam eased him and his big cock toward the money-laden bed.
Matt nodded. Smiling tenderly, "Okay, my fucking daughter. You asked for it! You're getting it!"
Slam. Bang.
Pam whimpered and moaned in ecstasy when her new daddy-o fucked his daughter-to-be-maybe. She felt the crisp, paper money under her asscheeks when she bounced up and down like crazy, accepting his thick, long cock.
In. Out. Matt shoved his lovely cock into the lovely cunt.
"Come on, you pretty slut! Move it. Move it. Earn your money. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Matt slobbered and pounded cock into cunt.
"Yes. Yes. Daddy-o." Pam sobbed happily while accepting his pounding. This was wonderful. Getting fucked on a sheet of money. The bills were floating all over the bed due to the wild gyrations.
Matt grinned lewdly when she called him daddy. This seemed to give added impetus to his cock. "I'm fucking my daughter! I'm fucking my own daughter!" The idea intrigued him. His cock rose to new heights inside her pussy. He had always wanted a child. Gloria hadn't been able to deliver. Deep inside he'd had that yearning for a child-preferably a daughter. Now, in his new game of let's pretend, he had one.
The loveliest daughter of all. One who looked so much like her mother-Gloria. His imagination grew wilder and his prick grew harder. Before when he was fucking this kid under him, he could easily imagine he was fucking his departed wife. Now the illusion was even better. His wild imagination took over. He wasn't fucking Gloria at this moment.
At this, moment he was fucking his own daughter!
The thought intrigued him. It brought his prick to great heights and lengths. His big, thick rod slid in and out of the tiny pussy. He felt himself building up to a gigantic climax. His love and passion for this girl under him took a new twist and turn. His imagination ran wild. The new concept opened up all kinds of possibilities. He could utilize Pam in two ways now. Either as his wife or as his daughter, during the sexual encounters.
"C'mon daughter, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me!" he chortled, slamming happily into her cunt. "Like this, daddy-o."
"Yes, daughter. Yes, Gloria." Matt was on cloud nine while he pounded his cock into his dual mate.
Pam sighed. She was too full of love, and cock to argue the point with this oddball. She was pleasuring him. He was pleasuring her. No matter if he thought she was his dead wife, or his newfound daughter. Nothing mattered at the moment except to make that big, solid cock cum into her cunt.
Feeling the bills swirling around her wiggling ass, Pam redoubled her efforts. "C'mon, you big cocked bastard! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me, daddy-o. Make me cum! Make me cum ... like wow ... Ooooooooh ... Aaaaaaaah."
"I'm gonna cum . .-.'now...." whimpered Matt, building up to a climax. "Now ... now ... cum with me...."
The pseudo-father-husband unloaded into the juicy cunt of his pseudo-daughter-wife. His big, surging cock unloaded time and again. His hot, steamy cum slammed into her spasming pussy, intermingling with her love nectar. Her tiny well became a hot, steamy cauldron of love juices.
Wrapping her legs around his, Pam pulled him in deeper and deeper. Her mind exploded. She was on cloud nine. The wild, weird fucking session had been one of the best ever. The new game of let's pretend had worked them both up to a new pitch of excitement, lust and madness.
"I'm cuming," she wailed, sobbing happily, and giving her all. "I'm cuming ... Boy, am I ever cuming ... come with me, you big cocked bastard ... my daddy-o ... cum ... with ... me...." She moaned, whimpered and unloaded time and again.
Matt tried valiantly to keep pace with his newfound daughter. His ex-wife. His love child. His well paid little whore. His protegee. All these thoughts ran through his mind while he pounded cock into her cunt and unloaded. Matt knew at that moment that if Pam accepted his bid to stay with him, he'd be the happiest man dive. This little teenaged darling could be every thing to him. No matter how far he stretched his mind, or went back into memory lane, this kid would bring him marvelous results.
She was marvelous at playing the game of let's pretend.
While he unloaded his cum into her twitching twat, sanity returned. With the last oozing drop sliding into her battered little pussy, he returned to the present. Back to being Matt, the childless widower. Pam back to being Pam, the girl he'd just recently met.
Giving with a last, feeble shove before his cock plopped out from the steamy cunt, he murmured, "Thanks, honey. It was wonderful. Just wonderful."
Pam nodded and smiled through her tear -rimmed eyes. She realized the magical moment of make believe was over. He was back to being Matt. She was back to being Pam. She felt a wave of love and compassion for this beautiful hunk of manhood who was burdened with such deep sorrow.
Crinkling her nose impishly, she said, "Let's do it again." She impishly wrapped her hand around his limp, soggy dong. She knew from past experience it would be a while before he got it up to a fucking posture again.
Matt, sucking in deep gulps of air, and his chest heaving from the great exertion, smiled wanly. "Sure, honey. We'll do it again, and again, but not right now. I'm bushed." He slid away from the scene of battle. The love battle he always lost.
Dragging his limp cock with him and wearing the wan smile of a happy, contented man who'd been pussy whipped, he staggered from the room. "See you later, honey," he promised. En route, he nodded to Angie who was standing just inside the doorway. "Take care of my honey until I return, Angie."
Angie nodded. "I sure will."
When Matt closed the door, Angie bounced forward and hopped on the bed. She had come in on the tail end of the fucking scene and had been an interested observer. Picking up a handful of bills, Angie chortled, "Wow! All this money! That uncle of mine's sure an oddball! Only he would think of a trick like this!" She continued picking up the money and letting it float down to the bed.
"Yeah, he's quite a trickster." Pam frowned. "How long were you standing there watching us?" Angie shrugged. "Long enough."
"You heard what he was talking about? Like adopting me?"
Angie shrugged. "Sure, I heard, but don't count on it. Matt has a way of promising things, and backing out."
"I know." Pam, watching Angie floating her money around, joined in the fun. She grabbed handfuls of bills, tossed them up and watched them float down. "I still can't make up my mind whether I want to stay or leave. He's scary at times."
"Sure. But at other times, he's wonderful. Like this time." Angie fingered the bills and Pam's snatch. "He's offering you a good deal, darling. All his love. All his money. Plenty of fucking. Ensuring your college education. This nice home to live in."
Angie sighed a bit enviously. "I'd jump at the chance if it were me."
Pam flopped back among the greenbacks. Spreading her legs wide, lifting her knees and fondling her breasts, she peered thoughtfully at the ceiling. "If only I thought it would last."
"What?" Angie knelt beside her.
"Your uncle Matt is flighty," explained Pam. "Right now, he's all hung up on me. I remind him of Gloria. He always wanted a daughter. Right now he thinks I'm his daughter, the one he always wanted. His fucking daughter. Personally I think the guy is nuts." She flopped onto her side, facing Angie. "What do you think?"
"So, he's a nut! But he's a harmless one. He lives in a dream world. So what? Don't we all? No one is all sane. We all have these flights of fancy and dreams of what might be, or what might have been." Angie, who'd taken a course in applied psychology, was quoting from a textbook she'd studied and remembering words from lectures she'd attended. Routine discussion items, but thought provoking.
"I know." Pam had attended the same course and lectures. "But he scares me at times." Idly she reached over and touched Angie's breasts. She tweaked at the taut nipples. The lovely nipples set in a small sea of darker pink flesh. "I don't love him. I never could really love him. He knows that."
"Of course he knows it. Matt's not thinking in terms of love, darling. All he wants is a safe place to park his cock. A nice pussy to suck and fuck. He's a lonely man. He needs someone like you. You remind him of his past. That's good. So he'll pay well for your services. Consider it a job for which you are getting well paid. If you're lucky, you'll make enough to get yourself through college." Angie outlined the business proposition.
"Hhmm." Pam tweaked at Angie's nipples and scratched at Angie's snatch. "If I do stay, that means you and I can go to college together? Be roommates?"
"Exactly." Angie impulsively drew her lover to her bosom and kissed her. "We'll have so much fun together, darling. Please say you accept Matt's offer. Stay with him, even if he doesn't marry you or adopt you. Please."
Pam heated up. She slid her tongue in and dueled with Angie's. It would be nice having Angie as a permanent roommate at college. She squished her titties hard against Angie's. More heat waves. "Oh, God, I love you so much, dear," she whispered, nuzzling deeper into her lover's embrace. She ran fingers down and entwined them in Angie's golden-haired pussy.
When she was in Angie's arms she felt safe. Her fears of Matt vanished.
"Then you'll accept his offer?" Angie withdrew her suckling tongue from the duel and pressed for an answer.
"Let's say I'll give it some thought. Maybe before the day is out, I'll decide." Pam shoved her tongue back into Angie's mouth and sucked tongues again.
Pam's thoughts wavered while she made love to Angie. All her common sense told her she should get away from the weirdo who kept trying to fit her into his past. Her feelings toward the man were up and down. At times she almost loved him, then at times she loathed him. She knew she couldn't continue like this. She had to make up her mind soon. Today, if at all possible.
Having made up her mind to come up with the big decision, she shunted the thoughts aside and began concentrating on the business at hand.
Angie!
Pam kissed her lover. She licked Angie's pretty face and got hers licked in return. She kissed Angie's titties. She squeezed them. She suckled them. Gently, but firmly, she cupped the lush mounds in her hands, crooned to them and sucked them again and again. "I love your big titties, dear," she murmured, between sucks.
"I know." Angie sighed and whimpered in ecstasy while her pretty lover played with her pretty titties. She continued to squeeze and fondle Pam's solid melons. She moved around on the bed, kissing, nipping, licking, pinching and touching glorious Pam. "I love you so much, darling. So very, very much," she murmured throatily, her voice sweet and low.
Pam moved around on the bed, unhurriedly. She kissed, nipped, pinched and sucked at Angie's creamy white body. She had become quite expert in girl love and with each sucking session she learned new tricks, new ways to service her lover, and be serviced in return.
Straddling the lovely blonde lover, Pam stared down at the gorgeous pussy directly beneath her twitching mouth. While shoving her own twitching twat into Angie's willing mouth, she gently touched Angie's hairy, golden colored slit and ran fingers in and out on the clitty button. "Such a pretty pussy." she cooed, easing her tongue down and licking it tentatively.
She sighed in ecstasy at the taste and smell of the pissy pussy. Already it was nice and juicy. Shoving her tongue far out, Pam lapped at the crack. With brush like strokes, she slapped her tongue against the hairy, little crack. From time to time, she dipped her tongue far in and licked at the creamy, velvety inner walls. She felt Angie shuddering with each lick of tongue and inward shove of fingers.
At the same time, she wiggled her butt and pushed her cunt down onto Angie's suckling mouth. Again and again she spasmed and built up to a big climax. Angie had her tongue shoved far up Pam's snatch. Sucking. Sucking. Sucking. Trying desperately to make the pretty, brown haired pussy cum in her mouth.
"I'm gonna cum ... dear...." Pam wailed and moaned. "I'm ... gonna ... cum...."
"Me ... too ... Suck me dry, darling ... suck me dry ... like wow! It feels ... so ... good...."
The girls humped their cunts up and down like crazy. They shoved tongues far inward. They licked, sucked and suctioned in their frenzied effort to receive the love potions being offered.
They came-together!
Writhing, moaning and uttering animal-like sounds, the two lovelies serviced each other. They rolled around atop the bed. First the blonde lovely on bottom, then the brown haired darling. Tongues shoved far into juicy cunts. Fingers reamed into tiny assholes. Titties bouncing together. Thighs interlocked with pretty heads in scissor-like grips.
"I'm cuming, you bitch! I'm cuming...."
"I'm cuming, you bitch! I'm cuming...."
The words were muffled by the cunts that were cuming. Sheer ecstasy. Two lovelies giving their all, and getting each other's cum. A sucking moment of glory.
Finally they broke apart. The sucking was so good, it was beginning to hurt.
Pam, licking her chops, hopped to her feet and smiled down at her lover. "Thanks, lover, "she whispered. "It was nice. Oh, so nice."
Angie smiled. "It will always be this way, darling. Remember that when you give Matt his final answer." She humped her well sucked pussy up and down lewdly.
Pam nodded. With a deep sigh, she backed from the room. Time to talk to the master of the manor. To have it out with him once and for all. No more putting the decision off. It had to be made.
Now!
Oddly enough, when she pushed open the door of his bedroom, she wasn't sure in her own mind what her decision would be.
A lot would depend on what he said, and what firm promises she would get from him.
She paused beside his bed and peered down. Matt was sound asleep! She had crapped him out before while fucking him in the bed full of money.
He was laying on his side, his mouth partly open, and snoring gently. His legs were slightly drawn upward and his limp cock was flopped onto his thigh. His hairy balls were visible. Even in repose, his cock was majestic.
She stared down at the sleeping man, clutching the pile of bills in her hand. She had gathered them together to take with her for this showdown visit. Odd thoughts ran through her mind while she peered at the sleeping, naked man. Should she write him a farewell note? Leave it and the money on his bureau? She could get Angie to drive her home.
That course of action intermingled with another thought tugging at her mind. Could she stay? This man was a weirdo. A rich one. A man who refused to get out from the past. A man old enough to be her father. Who wanted to think of her as his wife and daughter. A fucking daughter. A man who frightened her in many ways.
Yet, he had been kind and gentle to her despite his idiosyncrasies. He looked so peaceful in repose. She felt compassion for the lonely man. He needed her.
Did she need him?
She was young. Her whole life was ahead. He was retreating into his past. She was looking forward.
In looking forward, however, she realized she would need money-plenty of it-to get her education and prepare herself for the future. This sleeping man could provide that vital element. Money. And with it, his own weird brand of love.
Should she take the chance?
Answering her own question, she squatted alongside the bed, eased her face forward and began sucking his cock. With a feather like touch, she licked the limp dick.
Matt moaned and stirred, but didn't awaken. Impishly, she continued to lick his cock. It was getting harder with each lick. She enjoyed the game and grew bolder and eased onto the bed alongside him in a sixty-nine position. She slid her leg up over his face very carefully and eased her fuzzy little snatch to within smelling distance of his nose.
Very carefully, she eased him onto his back. Being careful not to put her weight on him and thus awaken him, she eased her mouth down and drew his hardening cock into her mouth. It grew harder and harder with each slow suck she gave it.
Sucking gently, so as not to awaken the sleeping beast, she wondered if she could make him cum while still asleep.
Bending to her sucking task, she was unaware that her victim had awakened.
Matt opened his eyes and saw the hairy little cunt he loved so much directly before his gaze. Cunt hairs and a tiny snatch, he instantly recognized. He also realized from the way Pam was gently servicing him that she was trying to get him to cum while asleep.
Smiling happily, he closed his eyes and pretended sleep, even to giving with some snoring noises. His heart sang in happiness. She had made up her mind to stay.
He sniffed at the nice, pissy pussy so close to his mouth. He beat down an urge to snap at the snapper. He loved eating this tasty tidbit. He would give Pam some head for a while, but he couldn't cum in her mouth. He'd go along with the game of let's pretend she was playing. He'd pretend to be asleep.
Pam moaned and whimpered softly while sucking his hard cock. God, it was so big. Her cunt twitched. If only he would shove it up her snatch. She needed it. She wanted it.
As though reading her mind, Matt made a sudden move. He bounced around on the bed, rolled her onto her back and without asking her permission, he rammed his bone hard cock deep into her wet, spasming cunt!
In. Out. He rammed his well sucked cock into her well sucked pussy. "Pam! Pam!" he chortled. "I love you so much. Pam, darling!"
Pam, humping up and down like a crazy, accepted his enormous prick into her tiny pussy. Waves of happiness engulfed her. "You called me Pam. Not Gloria!" Her voice was filled with awe.
He nodded and fucked. "I did, didn't I?"
Pam sighed. "It will always be Pam in the future? Just Pam? No one else?"
He weighed her request while shoving cock into cunt. He smiled. "If you agree to stay with me, Pam darling, I'll try not to live in the past. From here on in it will be Pam, Pam, Pam...."
With each word of his promise, he stroked his mighty cock into her tiny cunt.
Pam accepted his promise and his cock. Her decision had been made. He had finally accepted her for whom she was. Pam!
She settled her ass deeper on the bed and accepted him for what he was. A new man. A new lover. A guy who hopefully could forget the past and move into the future with her. Just like he was moving his glorious cock into her cunt now.
