It is argued amongst learned men and women with alphabetic suffixes to their names that if attractiveness in mate selection is an acquired value, then the heterosexual choice of mate from within the nuclear family unit is a natural and understandable phenomenon, except that law and custom forbid it. And, accordingly, it is still a question hotly debated by social psychologists and others engaged in the study of contemporary sexual mores.
We, the publishers, were as aghast as you, the reader, will be by the time you reach the conclusion of this heart-rendering chronicle, Mother's New Job. Again, as in all his novels, author John Lewis has attempted to present a believable case study for the broader understanding of phenomena normally considered taboo in current American literature.
Lewis pulls no punches as he delves into the psychological motives of each of the story's principal characters motives that in various guises have affected nearly all of us at one time or another. Beginning with the attractive young mother's almost whimsical decision to abandon her job and the winter cold of Minnesota in order to drop in unexpectedly on her son and his pregnant bride in California, and following fecundly through to a rapid series of events that culminate in a curiously illogical but entirely believable conclusion, we are certain that you will be unable, as we were, to shelf this book in an incomplete state.
Of course, as in all of Mr. Lewis' books, there is just no way to compromise on dialogue and narrative and still come up with a tale fraught with the very stuff from which life itself is made. Some, perhaps many, will be shocked and appalled by the admittedly graphic descriptions contained herein, but we hope that that will not interfere with your enjoyment of what is essentially a highly moralistic tone. It is neither the author's wishes, nor our own, to offer thus a diluted rendition of an all-too-common situation that bears closer inspection by us all.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Nancy Greenwell trudged wearily from the front offices of Nor'star Milling & Grain Co. and turned down River Street to begin the block-long hike to her car. St. Paul screamed around her in the throes of its rush-hour convulsions, spewing out people and cars and noise in frenzied, hysterical haste. The sky was low with ominous-looking snow clouds, even though three inches of the messy stuff still covered the ground from last Thursday's blow. It was cold, noisy, and cramped ... and lonely.
"Hey, lady, get the hell out of the way!"
Nancy jerked her head up, and stepped quickly back up onto the curb. The irate cab driver squealed around her, blasting his horn at the same time, and staring at her as though she had just set his front lawn on fire. Nancy glared back at him, angered by his anger, feeling the tension of the day suddenly wash over her. Then, she was pushed off the curb by the mass of humanity pressed up behind her, as the traffic light turned green and the mindless herd began to swarm across the intersection. Nancy was forty-one-years-old, and had lived in St. Paul nearly all her life, but she could never adjust herself to the capitol city's rush, the tension, the nerve-wracked tempo that others seemed to take for granted. She was a beautiful woman, with mink-brown hair that lay in soft curls on her shoulders, and an innocent face betrayed only by a pair of intense, smoldering eyes. She affected a somewhat cool, aloof manner, but this was only a defense, a rein that held her frustrations in check. Only in her soft grey eyes could one perceive the fire that burned inside her, concealed behind that cool exterior. It was this combination that served to make her irresistibly magnetic to men, who flocked to her like bees to honey ... that and a still-firm forty-two inch bustline.
Nancy's five-year-old Plymouth Duster finally came sputtering out of the parking lot, adding more than its share to the poison in the air around her. She quickly paid the attendant, and slid her girlish voluptuous body behind the wheel. She eased out of the parking lot and began to make her slow, agonizing way out of the city. This was the part of the day she hated the most. Even the morning rush hour was not this bad, because then she was fresh, still untouched by the day's trials and tribulations.
She honked at a bread-truck trying to force its way into her line of traffic. She eased the accelerator toward the floor, cutting him off and forcing him to brake with a jerk. He glared at her, she glared at him, and the traffic slowed around them like a river flowing around some unseen obstruction. Then, she shot ahead of him, a minor victory in this latest battle to escape the city.
Nancy lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in suburban Pine Hills, which had no advantages except that it was relatively inexpensive. But that was enough. Her job as bookkeeper for Nor'star certainly didn't pay very well, and to think of moving into something that was closer to her work and therefore more expensive was simply out of the question. She tolerated her work, but didn't enjoy it. Still, it was something, and the best she could find with her work record. She had moved from job to job in the past two years since her husband had died and her only son married and moved to California, seldom staying at one place more than two or three months, sometimes less.
She hadn't always been so nonchalant about her life; in high school Nancy had been quite active in her school's social scene. She had been cheerleader, class vice-president, homecoming queen all of the things that typify a young girl's high school success story. Boys had swarmed around her, inviting her out, walking her to classes, begging for some of the attention she gave to those she liked. But that had all changed, abruptly, her senior year ... had changed with a finality that still drove her from place to place in an unending attempt to escape its irrevocable consequences.
Nancy tried to force her mind onto some other subject, but it returned every time to the pain of that last year in school. She hadn't even known Bill that well. She had only accepted his offer of a date in order to attend a last minute party with some friends, and had not even found him that attractive. Bill Greenwell had been very attentive, and Nancy had had much too much wine to drink, and before she knew it she was wrestling with him, separated from the others, at first resisting and then, aroused beyond endurance by his sexual foreplay, finally accepting his body with an abandon that took Bill completely by surprise.
Nancy passed a trembling hand over her soft grey eyes, and tried to focus on the traffic ahead, but the cars ahead had slowed until they came to a complete stop, and while she waited for the line of traffic to start moving again, she tried to remember what it had been like that first time.
She remembered a great deal of pain, her shame once it was all over, and her agonized waiting until her period came, but little more. And when her period hadn't come, she'd waited longer, praying that it was just delayed, her fears of pregnancy immobilizing her completely, until finally she was simply spending the entire day in bed at home. Finally, her mother had forced her to see a doctor, thinking she might be seriously ill, but having no idea of the nature of her illness. The doctor easily drew the truth from her, and when his tests were completed, her terrible fears were proven true.
Nancy felt a shiver run through her curvaceous body, still able to feel the effect that awful news had had upon her so many years ago. The doctor had told her mother immediately, and her mother, despite Nancy's heartfelt protestations, had insisted that the boy marry her. She hadn't wanted that, simply because she hadn't known Bill Greenwell very well, and there followed a traumatic four months while Bill and his family were convinced, arrangements were made, and Nancy herself grew steadily larger with the life inside her.
Still, despite their crude beginnings, they had, for the first two or three years, been happy. And, little Bobby had turned out to be a beautiful baby. But then, eventually, perhaps because they had married too young, Bill began to wander to play around with other women and the more adventuresome he became, the more time and attention the heartsick little wife began to spend with her bright and growing son until little Bobby became the center of her life.
But while Bobby had been able to salve those wounds with the simple fact of his presence, he hadn't been able to heal the scars they left on Nancy's personality, and on her sexual being in particular. Anything that even remotely reminded the young mother of the traumatic experience she was going through with her immature husband was avoided, shoved into the far recesses of her mind to lie hidden behind an almost neurotic wall of repression. She had been hurt irreparably, and she had subconsciously placed the blame for all her troubles on the sexual side of her nature.
She feared any kind of intimate involvement even yet, and had summarily rejected coolly all the inevitable advances made by the scores of men drawn irresistibly to her in the months since Bill's untimely death from a coronary. And so, she moved from job to job thinking she was avoiding entanglements that could only lead to further heartache, but in reality simply trying to escape the undeniable pressures exerted on her by her own seething sensuality. Nancy left the expressway and began to make her way up the small streets to her apartment. The rows of dingy apartments passed by her with a hypnotic sameness as she turned into her ice-encrusted parking slot, cut the motor and wearily eased her voluptuous body from behind the steering wheel. Nancy didn't bother to lock the car, but made her way toward the common entrance she shared with the dozen identical apartments in her building.
She stopped by her mailbox hopefully, but it offered her nothing more than an advertising circular marked Occupant. She sighed, then turned to the stairs leading to her apartment. "Well, Mrs. Greenwell, no word from the kids again?"
Nancy stopped, but she didn't turn around. The last person in the world she wanted to talk to was her bitchy, nosy old landlady, Mrs. Carmichael. "No, Mrs. Carmichael," she answered curtly, "nothing again today."
"Well, ain't that a cryin' shame," the old "witch" cackled behind her as she mounted the stairs. "These kids today just don't seem to have any consideration for their betters. Why, when I was young, I used to write my family-"
"Mrs. Carmichael," Nancy snapped harshly, turning to face her. "I'm sure you were a darling little person, but I don't want to talk about it now!" She turned on her heels and strode quickly up the stairs, leaving the landlady open-mouthed in the hallway below.
She unlocked the door to her apartment and went inside, closing it behind her. Gossipy old bitch, she thought to herself as she moved to the fridge to pour herself a glass of sherry. She took a long swallow, letting the amber-tinted wine wash the tension out of her, then turned to go to the bedroom to change. Damn, but she hated coming home to an empty house!
As she changed quickly into her dressing gown, the young mother issued a small sigh. It had been two weeks since she'd heard from Bob and Judy, two long weeks without so much as a line. Damn, but she unshed her new daughter-in-law was a little more thoughtful with her correspondence! And then, idly at first, but with growing curiosity, she wondered just what the kids would think if she were to pop in on them unexpectedly one of these days.
She thought Bob would be happy to see her, but she didn't know for sure about Judy. Indeed, she hardly knew her daughter-in-law at all, except through photographs and the infrequent letter. But then, she thought, why not? ... Really! ... What better excuse as if she needed an excuse than to get to know her daughter-in-law better ... to help her through her pregnancy? Quickly, Nancy flew to the little Princess phone on the night table and began to tap out the required long distance code with the tip of one long-nailed finger. Bob wouldn't be home from work yet, what with the time difference, but she just couldn't wait to tell some body ... even Judy!
CHAPTER TWO
Phil Gordon leaned back in his plush leather chair and swung around toward the massive bronze-tinted window behind him. He stared down through the late afternoon sunlight to a traffic-clogged Oakland intersection far below his eighth story office. Spring had come to the Bay Area a couple of months early it seemed and now the air shimmered with a warm and hazy mist. With an impatient snort, he spun his chair back around and pressed the speak toggle on the intercom. "Miss Cunningham, has Greenwell gone home yet?"
"No, Mr. Gordon."
"Tell him to come into my office before he leaves."
"Yes, Mr. Gordon."
Gordon turned back to the window and folded his beefy hands behind his head. He stared down at the ribbons of traffic reflectively. Damn! he fretted. I really hate to do this to the kid but, damnit, we've just got to cut back somewhere!
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Gordon?" Phil Gordon turned in the direction of the voice and the face that peered in at him from around the edge of the door. "Yes, I do, Bob. Come in and shut the door behind you."
As usual, young Bob Greenwell was in awe of his employer's impressive eighth-floor suite. As he took his seat, he glanced quickly around at his posh surroundings. From the original Mondrian paintings on the oak-paneled walls, to the Barcelona chairs at nine hundred a throw; from the huge teak desk that must have weighed a ton to the genuine muskrat covers on the stools at the beautiful chrome and glass bar that dominated an entire wall the whole atmosphere was one of calculated debauchery and elegance. There probably wasn't another office like it in the entire city of Oakland.
Bob looked back nervously at the large man on the opposite side of the desk. "What's the problem, Mr. Gordon?" He fumbled inside the pocket of his suit jacket for a cigarette. "I mean, is something wrong?"
Gordon disentangled his thick fingers from behind his head of salt and pepper hair and leaned forward across the desk. "Bob ... Bob, you know you're a good accountant...." Bob searched his pockets for a match, an unlit Lucky dangling uselessly from his lips. "Yes, Mr. Gordon?"...." You also know things are pretty tight right now with everybody cutting back on expenses...." He slid a four-pound sterling lighter across the thirty-nine inches of polished teak that separated them, "And, well, you're the junior man around here." Bob tried to light his cigarette, but he was shaking so badly it took both hands just to hold the lighter, and he was afraid he'd send it crashing to the floor. "Yes, Mr. Gordon?"
"Bob ... Bob, I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go."
Before the incredulous young accountant could catch it, the lighter hit the carpet between his legs with a loud thud. "But, why?" he stammered. "I mean, jeez, Mr. Gordon ... you can't! My wife's pregnant, and-"
"I'm sorry, Bob, but that's the way it's got to be ... We've simply got to start cutting back around here!"
"But, my wife!"
"Now don't piss me off, Bob ... I've got enough problems of my own!" Young Bob Greenwell could feel his guts tie in a knot. "M-Maybe I could take a cut, Mr. Gordon," he whispered. Christ, he was barely making enough to cover the rent as it was! "How much of a cut, Bob?"
"Fifty?" Gordon smirked amusedly. "How 'bout a hundred?"
"How 'bout you shove this job up your tightwad ass!"
As Phil Gordon watched the broken young man storm out of his office like a whipped pup, he straightened the rising bulge in his slacks and leaned forward to press the switch on the intercom again.
"Yes, Mr. Gordon?"
"Miss Cunningham, did you call about those opening night opera tickets like I told you to?"
"Yes, Mr. Gordon ... But I'm afraid you'll have to go through a scalper to get four together in the balcony."
"How much?"
"Seventy-five dollars apiece, Mr. Gordon."
"Okay, go ahead and order them, Miss Cunningham ... And you'd better make it six, my nephew and his wife will be joining us."
"Yes, Mr. Gordon, I'll get right on it."
"And, Miss Cunningham?"
"Yes, Mr. Gordon?"
"Don't forget to put them on my expense account."
"Yes, Mr. Gordon."
Phil Gordon released the toggle and turned back to the enormous bronzed window, entwining his beefy fingers behind his neck again. "The goddamn nerve of that Greenwell punk," he mused aloud. "It's no wonder this country is going to hell when these young bastards don't have any more respect for a buck than that!"
"Lost your job!" Judy Greenwell echoed explosively. "Oh God, what about the baby?"
"I'll ... I'll just have to get another one, honey," Bob soothed, slipping a comforting arm around her burgeoning waist as she sat sobbing softly beside him on the couch. "But, nobody's hiring anybody, Bob!" the nineteen-year-old blonde protested. "Y-You said so yourself!"
"Hey, baby," he tightened his hug, "there's things I can do besides jockey figures you know ... I mean, accounting's not the only job in the world!"
Judy remained unconvinced, but screwed up her courage for an unseasonably mature, "Sure, darling ... We'll make it ... I-I'm sure we will." She patted him on the leg for assurance, but her heart wasn't in it.
"Besides," the young husband added quickly, "the baby isn't due for three more months ... We can start saving up and "
"Saving up!" Judy shrieked. "What about the insurance?"
"I'm afraid that went with the job, honey." Judy felt her heart go "thud" as she announced sardonically, "And now, for the good news ... Your mother called about an hour ago to say she was coming out."
"Oh, Jesus."
"And then some," Judy sighed. "Oh well, I guess we'll be able to see if there's any truth to the old adage, 'three can starve as cheaply as two'."
"Better make that four," Bob added, patting her growing belly in a crude attempt at humor. A long silence passed before Judy got to her feet and started for the kitchen. "Well," she sighed, "I guess we'd better eat while we still have it."
"I'd rather screw while the screwing's good," Bob voiced. "As soon as I take a shower to wash the smell of defeat off of me." Judy shrugged indifferently. "Sure, why not? ... It might help take our minds off things."
Even pregnant, Judy Greenwell was a wife any man would be proud to have. Her long, golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she stretched, curled around her full breasts and made a contrast to her blush-red nipples and areolae. Her breasts were firm and taut, even larger now that she was six months along than they were before. The sheet had slid down to expose her waist and round tapered thighs. She kicked the sheet aside with her long slim legs and stood up, flouncing her hair and yawning. She wasn't naked, the way she usually slept. Instead, she was wearing the little nightie she'd purchased for her wedding night; the fact that her stomach raised the front hem high to expose the full golden mound of her sex added piquantly to the naughtiness of the flimsy ensemble. The top, what there was of it, hung in transparent gossamer folds from her blush-pink nipples. She was certain Bob would be pleased ... if he ever got through in the bathroom.
Judy's face went well with her body, a sort of pouty, sensual, flirtatious look about it with its small nose and full ripe mouth and incredulous green eyes. There was nothing aloof about her; it was pure animal, pure female. She giggled to herself as she crossed to the open window to shut it. A little shiver of delight passing through her stomach as she remembered the way men used to stare at her when she was working at The Silver Goose, where she'd met Bob, she could still picture their eyes and the bulges in their loins, hard and waiting. Not that she had ever been promiscuous, but a little coy flirting never hurt anybody, and it made her feel so ... so feminine.
"Hurry up, damnit, Bob!" she moaned aloud to herself. "Hurry up and get done in there!"
The very thought of Bob taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard cock long and deep inside her belly and making her forget their financial troubles was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, just the way it always had. Some women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others teased only if their nipples are softly stroked. But Judy had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a brassiere sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the white globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, her husband would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly ... With a low mewl of passion, she let one hand move slowly down from her breasts and down her rounded plane of a stomach, down to the soft curling fleece of her pubic triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy. Closing her eyes against the guilt in her mind, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist lips, part the pubic hair, and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager.
She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way into her open, wet cunt hole. Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.
"Oh ... God ... oh God," she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Bob's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, hurry, Bob!"
Suddenly, as if in answer to her thoughts, the door to the bedroom banged open and the muscular young man with his shaggy brown hair and rugged youthful face entered. "Hi, honey," he said breathlessly. Then, delightedly, "Y-You're wearing your sexy nightgown!"
"Do you like me, Bob?" she cooed sweetly. Bob swallowed tightly, his head bobbing up and down in the affirmative.
She raised one leg and let it part so he could see the champagne curls of her pubic hair, slightly damp from her fingerings, and her teasingly puffed vaginal lips. "All of me, Bob?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on her husband. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked, but he was her husband, after all.
Bob Greenwell gaped with utter astonishment at the breathtaking sight of his wife stretched out so wantonly on the bed. "Judy," he whispered hoarsely. He dropped his robe, leaving it to puddle on the floor where he stood. He was now in just his underpants, and his cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of his wife smiling lewdly up at him.
Bob groaned aloud at Judy's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him to the bed beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.
Judy beamed up at him with a Cheshire smile. "Do you like what I'm doing, Bob darling?" she queried knowingly. Bob didn't answer. He couldn't. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. His cock's swollen hardness couldn't be denied. Neither could Judy. Suddenly, nothing mattered to him now but plunging his aching cock into her lust enflamed pussy. He reached for her, his hand slipping gently into her sunflower tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lip between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.
"Oh, Bob ... darling," she murmured as he sucked on her lips.
The young wife felt a tingling shock run icily into her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing ... always caressing. Bob leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back onto the pillow and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half-sitting, so that he was beside her. Judy lay obediently back against the cool cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly splayed. "Yes, darling," she whimpered softly, her lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes, "now!"
In passionate silence, Bob ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft fleshy folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. His young wife moaned, her body alive to his caresses.
Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him! Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and totally ... as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening strokings.
"Oh, yesss," she whimpered. "Yes, Bob ... touch me there ... There ... Oh yes, therrrer." She sensed the dew-drops of semen rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Bob ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses ... She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Ohhhhhh!" Judy cried. "Fuck me fuck me! Now, darling! Now.!" She twisted her husband's hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please, darling! Please!"
The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Bob to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly grow flame hot as one of his wife's hands closed like a steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh and, insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips. The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen blood engorged penis along her open pink slit and parted the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance to her vagina. Her young husband clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward, at the same time supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as his cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet sucking sound.
Judy groaned, her body tightened into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then surged in again. Up and down, faster and faster ... and Judy's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs.
Bob felt the smooth raw flesh of his passion-aroused wife's pussy clasp him tightly, and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks. Judy twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, causing him to gasp and quiver. A fierce storm whirl-winded through him as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin, and knew he was about to cum.
Judy sensed it too. She could feel Bob's cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please ... not yet! Not yet! ... Wait for me ... wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider as she bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. "Now ... HARDER!"
But it was already too late as her husband groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky white semen, leaping bursts of his cum which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice. It was as if all the tensions of the day had conspired to rush him to completion, leaving his young wife of ten months high and dry.
"Oh, Bob!" Judy voiced her discontent beneath him. "Why didn't you wait for me!"
"I'm sorry, honey," he whispered hoarsely as he rolled to his side beside her. "I ... I just couldn't hold back any longer."
Judy heaved a heavy sigh as she stared bitterly at the ceiling above, a tiny tear of frustration rolling down her downy cheek. "Yeah, sure, Bob," she managed bravely. "It's ... It's okay. I understand." But, in truth, she didn't. First her mother-in-law had phoned to say she'd be dropping in for an unexpected visit ... then Bob tells her he's lost his job, and now ... and now, this! It was nearly more than the pregnant young wife could bear as she thought in impassioned silence, Okay, you goddam loser ... If you can't finish what you start, I'll find someone who can ... A real man, like ... like Gerald Dearing!
CHAPTER THREE
As always, while Gerald Dearing supervised the final painting and carpeting of The Silver Goose in anticipation of its reopening, his mind was on business. He'd invested a lot of money on this damned remodeling, only to have three of his regular girls quit him to go to work in that new place opening up across the bay in 'Frisco. Goddamn it, what he really needed was some of the "old" girls back ... girls like Judy Edwards, or whatever she was calling herself these days since she'd gone off and married that college punk ... girls like that he could count on; not like these new tricks who were just in it for the money.
The portly middle-aged club owner pivoted suddenly on his heels, leaving the workmen to finish their appointed tasks without his supervision, and waddled on his curiously spindly legs to the backstage office. It was a grotesque sight watching the fat man, all two hundred and eighty-seven pounds of him packed into a five-foot-seven frame, swivel-hipping across the stage, and the workmen had all they could do to keep from snickering aloud. Mindless of his "audience," a smile played across Gerald Dearing's rubbery pouting lips as his mind began to formulate a plan.
Like a teetering bowling pin, the fat man wheeled through the door of his office, his hips scraping the doorframe on either side. Frantically, he snatched the telephone receiver up in his sweaty hand and began to dial Jane Kimberly's number from memory. If anybody would have Judy's new number, it would be Jane ... The girls had practically been sisters when Judy was working there.
Judy Greenwell was standing at the sink peeling onions when the phone rang, her eyes pouring forth more than the requisite amount of tears as she reflected on the devastating turn her life had taken within the past twenty-four hours. God, as if her life hadn't been dreary enough the past few months without facing the prospect of having her baby in a charity ward!
"Hello?"
There was a short click and a wheezing pause on the other end of the line, as if the calling party was about to hang up after the fourth ring. "Judy?" a familiar male voice breathed heavily into the receiver. "Judy Edwards?"
"It's Greenwell now, but yes ... Who's this?"
"It me, Gerald ... You okay, kid? You sound like you've been cryin'!"
"Gerald! Gerald Dearing?"
"Yeah ... You sure you're okay, kid?"
"Just peeling onions, Gerald ... Trying to get a roast in the oven before my old man gets back from the airport with my mother-in-law ... To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of this call?"
"Uh ... I just got through remodeling the club and I thought maybe I'd call up a few of my old favorites and see what they were up to these days."
"Business, huh?" She sounded almost disappointed. "Not necessarily, Judy."
"Well," she chuckled, "I don't think you'd care much for my new figure, Gerald."
"What'd you do, kid, go out and get yourself pregnant?"
"Well, I didn't go out for it," Judy laughed. "But, I'm P.G. alright ... about six months worth, as a matter-of-fact."
"Hey, that's too bad, kid. I was hoping I could talk you into coming back to work for me for awhile."
"I wish I could, Gerald," she sighed wistfully, "we could use the money right now."
There was a brief pause while Dearing straightened the rapidly thickening lump in his trousers. Christ, but that little shit had a sexy voice! "Hey listen, kid ... Uh, how 'bout lunch or something tomorrow? ... I mean, just for old times sake?"
Judy could feel the lips of her pussy part slightly at the scarcely-veiled lewdness in her former employer's voice. "Uh ... Yeah, sure, why not? ... I'll just tell my old man I've got a doctor's appointment or something."
"Sounds good, Judy ... How about one sharp at the Bib 'n' Tucker?"
"Sounds okay to me, 'Boss' ... Just look for the blonde-haired lady smuggling a watermelon...!"
Banking steeply against a billowy pile of snow-white clouds, the lumbering Central Airlines flight 167 non-stop from Minneapolis-St. Paul circled the cobalt waters of the sunlit bay below for the run-in to Oakland International Airport.
From the tinted glass of the passenger terminus, young Bob Greenwell watched the silver 727 drop to a perfect three-point landing on Runway E, taxiing to a halt in a tidy arc in front of the appropriate debarking platform. He joined the crush of welcoming friends and relatives ringing the entrance way, straining his neck for a glimpse of his mother's beautiful familiar face in the stream of passengers pouring from the door. "Hey, Mom!" he shouted suddenly with an enthusiastic wave of his powerful arm that nearly took the hat off the lady standing in front of him. "Hey, over here!"
"Hi, handsome!" the young mother brightened as she rushed to join him. "Where's Judy?"
"Home making dinner, Mom ... she doesn't go out in crowds much anymore, if she can avoid it."
"I suppose that's the smart thing, alright. Lord, she must be way out to here by now."
Bob held his radiantly beautiful young mother at arms length and stared at her for a long moment. Christ, but she was a gorgeous woman ... And, she still looked more like his sister than his mother! "It's good to see you, Mom," he smiled warmly. "Now let me have that bag and let's get movin' ... If we're late for dinner, Judy'll be hopping for sure!"
Nancy Greenwell craned forward and planted an affectionate kiss on the handsome mouth of her twenty-two-year-old son. She lingered perhaps a little longer than she should have; but then, she reasoned, it had been a long time since she'd seen him. "It's good to see you too, son," she whispered, breaking the kiss. "I've missed you a lot!"
"So that's it, Mom," Bob continued over a succulent slice of beef. "Here today...." He drew his finger across his neck in a cutting gesture. " ... gone tomorrow!"
"Oh, son, that's awful," Nancy sympathized. "If I'd only known, I wouldn't have dropped in on you like this."
"Hey c'mon, Mom," her handsome son chastised playfully. "It's okay ... isn't it honey!"
"Yeah, sure, Bob," Judy shrugged with a pretty show of dimples. Then, to Nancy, "We're real glad you could come, Mom!"
In truth, the young daughter-in-law was truly in awe of her husband's mother. She'd been expecting someone, well ... older. True, she'd seen pictures of Bob's mother and had remarked then on the dark-haired woman's beauty but, somehow, she'd just naturally assumed that they'd been taken much longer ago than they actually had. Indeed, she was almost envious of the older woman's looks, particularly those devastating grey eyes and that fantastic bustline ... and she herself had been a topless waitress at The Silver Goose for nearly a year before she'd married Bob!
"Well, maybe I can help you kids out a little," Nancy announced generously. "I'm not a cripple yet, you know."
"Aw, Mom," Bob groaned. "We'll be okay, honest ... I've got some unemployment insurance coming, and I haven't even cracked the papers yet. I'll come up with something."
"Maybe she ought to try The Silver Goose," Judy cracked humorously. "She's certainly built for it!"
Bob nearly choked on his salad fork. "Judy! For Christ's sake!"
"What's The Silver Goose?" Nancy questioned innocently. Bob hastily cleared his throat with a hearty swig from his water glass. "Uh. it's a topless place here in Oakland, Mom ... Judy's got a funny sense of humor."
"I used to work there," Judy added. "Oh?" Nancy commented, masking her initial shock behind an appraisingly cocked eyebrow. "Did it pay well?"
Bob's cheeks were really burning now as he mumbled something about "pulling up his pants and going home." Nancy and Judy both glanced at him in amusement, then at each other, and then burst out laughing.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gerald Dearing looked over at the girl seated next to him on the couch in his backstage office and smiled. His beady little eyes dropped to the exposed satiny thighs beneath her hiked-up skirt, to the sheen of her nylon hose glistening in the faint illumination coming from the table lamps. He said nothing, but felt his penis stir at the sight and memory of those still-slender white legs when once they had been wrapped around him.
As the portly club owner watched, Judy lay back in a half-sitting, half-reclining position, her knees drawn up shamelessly, exposing the naked backs of her white thighs from her taupe-colored nylons all the way to the strip of white panties that barely covered her delightful crotch. "Now," she cooed over the Vodka Gimlet he'd just pressed into her hands, "what did you want to talk to me about, that we couldn't discuss in the restaurant?"
Gerald took a hearty sip of his own straight Scotch and smiled lewdly. "You, kid ... I just wanted to find out how the world was treating you."
"Oh?" she countered with a naughty smile. "I thought maybe you were horny or something." The fat man took another sip of his drink to cool the sudden burning in his jowls. "Yeah ... that too."
"Okay," the young former employer returned gamely, "let's do something sexy."
The big man blinked incredulously as Judy got to her feet and stood directly in front of him, her soft white hand extended in a gesture of invitation. "I thought you was the devoted little bride now," he chuckled gamely as he fought his way to his feet. "What's the matter? ... That punk fraternity boy don't turn you on anymore?"
Judy reached down reflexively to fondle the fat man's cock through his pants as he encircled her in his bear-like arms. "No, that's not the problem," she cooed seductively. "It's just that a girl likes a little strange cock once in a while ... And, Gerald honey, yours is one of the strangest."
Gerald couldn't control himself. The presence of Judy's succulent body cradled in his arms and grinding against him lustfully had suddenly made a shambles of every sensible thought he had. Sweet fucking Jems, even pregnant she was one of the sexiest young fillys who'd ever worked his stables!
"You beautiful little slut!" he hissed into her open mouth, his hand coursing up to her pregnant waist, then along her ribs to the magnificent swells of her milk-filled breasts. "I know ... I know," she hissed. "You want to fuck me, don't you Gerald baby?"
"Oh Christ, yes ... yes!" he panted. "Oh God! Now, Gerald, now ... Let's get naked! Hurry!"
The bizarre splendor of Judy's pregnant body was openly inviting him as she dragged him into the adjoining bedroom and threw herself on the bed. Her sculptured, creamy white thighs were spread wide to him, the slightly-parted pink slit of her feminine bewitchment clearly visible beneath the smooth upward rise of her belly. Jesus, he could hardly believe she was as far along as she was ... three or four months, maybe ... but six? ... No way!
He lay partially on top of her, one massive hairy thigh pressed between her spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her pussy while she lifted her loins to rub against it. Judy's cool hand dropped down between then to seek out his now throbbing, steel-hard cock, clutching it greedily and massaging the thick wealth of foreskin in an irresistible milking motion. Gerald's eyes dropped instantly to the pregnant blonde's succulent breasts. Big to begin with, they had nearly doubled in size, their nipples alone fully the size and shape of sun-ripened strawberries, their color a deep and angry scarlet that seemed to cry out for them to be sucked.
"Aren't they huge, Gerald?" Judy asked proudly. She ran her hands over them lightly. They swelled out from her narrow chest like ripe cantaloupes, jiggling like jello with even the slight effort of her breathing.
The fat man stared at them in awe. "J-Jesus," he mumbled eventually, "are they full of milk?"
"Too much!" she confessed. "Look at this." Her slender fingers scissored open around each strawberry-sized nipple and squeezed. Instantly, two streams of dripping grayish fluid jetted forth from them, squirting all over the former employer's flabby stomach.
Gerald Dearing was flabbergasted, his eyes glazed in disbelief, his jaw hanging slack, unable to move.
"Well, aren't you even going to touch them, Gerald?" Judy asked impatiently. She wedged a hand under each one, raising them toward the fat man's expressionless face, the soft pliant flesh spilling sloppily over her fine-boned fingers. "Suck them, Gerald," she hissed. "Please?"
He reached out with both hands then, squeezing the bloated globes gingerly, liking the way his fingers sank deep into the resilient white flesh. "Oh, yes, Gerald ... yesss! Suck them! Squeeze them! Hurt them...!"
The lewd club owner tweaked her puffy distended nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and they swelled still larger and became taut. His own cock began to stiffen in response, and he felt a strange sense of power come over him, maneuvering this delicious young pregnant girl to suit his whims.
"OOOhhh! That's the way, darling," Judy cooed him onward as Gerald increased the painfully pleasurable pressure on her swollen nipples. Her warm eyes were half-closed with lust and passionate moans were beginning to gurgle from deep within her chest.
The fat club owner felt a wild surge of excitement taking hold of him as he continued his rough pinching of his former employee's nipples, then kneaded the enormous mounds of the young wife's flesh with his palms and fingers as if he were mixing dough. His prick was fully rigid as his mouth dropped to the swollen pap that loomed nearest to his lust-gazed eyes.
"Oh, yes! God, yes!" she shivered delightedly beneath his oral assault. "Oh Gerald, darling, it's ... beautiful!"
Warm viscid mild was running down Gerald's chin as he gorged, first on one nipple, then on the other. Judy sighed with relief as he lessened the pressure within them. The excited former employer sucked until he thought his cheeks would cave in. His cock felt like it would burst like an overstuffed sausage if he didn't find relief soon. Damnit, it was her turn!
"Okay, you fucking bitch," he sputtered, raising his head from the still-leaking udder in his mouth, "it's time for you to do a little sucking!"
"Oh, yes, Gerald. I want to. I want to!" Abruptly, she squirmed out from under him, rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs to remain on all fours as she lowered her face to his rigid, upthrust cock. He gasped excitedly as he watched her hot pink tongue dart out instantly to lick at the gaping coralline slit in the tip of his penis. Jesus! Gerald Dearing thrilled. What a filching feeling!
He watched her small hand drop to the base of his prick and extract the loose flap of skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside. Then, dropping to where her fingers held it at the base, she licked deliciously upwards again. And finally, he saw the smile of lust etched upon her lovely face as she ovaled her warm, satiny lips over the naked head of his prick. Clasping it tightly just beyond the coralline rim, her cheeks hollowed in and out in a sucking motion as her free hand moved down to cup and squeeze his bloated balls.
He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the lewd sight of her spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she began to move up and down with her lovely mouth sucking at his cock, but he couldn't believe it. He gaped in utter astonishment as inch by inch she seemed to absorb his dripping flesh into her grotesquely sucking mouth until the end of it had to be battering against the back of her throat ... and then, her shimmering champagne hair fell forward and he could see little or nothing ... he could only feel the delicious velvet comfort of her glistening pink lips and the mad swirling tongue while her long golden tresses teased above his stomach and abdomen.
"Oh Christ!" Gerald bellowed suddenly. "Get up here and let me fuck you before I go out of my goddam mind!" Almost reluctantly, Judy released the poling scarlet cock from her feverishly nursing lips. "Yes," she gurgled delightedly, "fuck me!"
Nancy Greenwell awakened slowly, languidly, stretching first one arm and then the other above her head as she luxuriated in the, to her, unseasonable sunshine pouring in through the bedroom window. It was nice of the kids to give up their bed for her first night in town, she mused. But tonight she was going to sleep on the couch ... And, today, she was going to go out and find a job. There was no reason she shouldn't be an asset rather than a burden, now that she'd decided to stay.
Idly, she brought herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and slipped into her high-heeled mules and dressing gown before heading out of the bedroom. "Bob," she called, "Judy...?"
Silence.
Cinching the belt of her dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist, she made her way to the apartment's tiny kitchen ... and the hastily scribbled note propped conspicuously on the dining table. Mom, it read, Bob's down at the Department of Employment Security. And I have a doctor's appointment. There's some waffle batter in the 'fridge and a fresh pot on the stove. See ya later! Judy.
"Good grief," Nancy exclaimed as she glanced up at the kitchen clock, "it's after noon already!"
She didn't feel much like eating, even at this late hour, but the coffee sounded good. So she poured herself a cup and sat down at the table with the morning paper, flipping immediately to the want-ads.
She ran her long-nailed finger down the columns marked "Help Wanted Clerical," and circled the few that caught her eye with an eyebrow pencil. Then, curiously, she let her eyes wander to the adjacent rows. It would be nice if I could get a job that paid a little something for a change, she mused. And then, it caught her eye, the now-familiar name, The Silver Goose, at the foot of an ad headed, Topless Waitresses wanted for reopening, $225 wk + tips, no experience necessary, apply in person, 231 W. Grand.
"Wouldn't that be something!" she laughed aloud. "Nine hundred a month and tips for showing off my chest!"
Laying the paper aside, the still-lovely young mother downed the last swallow of her coffee and went to the bathroom for her morning shower. "For two cents I'd run out and see what it's all about," she laughed.
The workman touching up the plastering on the ceiling looked down at the gorgeous big busted brunette who'd just let herself timidly through the front door and emitted a low whistle. "Hey, Chuck," he whispered to the man carpeting the floor below him, "get a look at the tits on this babe!"
Chuck's eyes nearly popped from his skull as he rushed to cut Nancy off just inside the door. "Hey, lady," he gushed excitedly, "can I help you?"
The beautiful young mother-in-law felt a little nervous about what she was doing, but she stared at the workman levelly and resisted the temptation to cover her half-exposed cleavage with her arms. In view of the "nature" of the job, she had deliberately worn her most daringly cut dress ... and without a bra!
"Uh, who do I see about a job?" she questioned nervously, producing a neatly quartered section of newspaper from her handbag. "The one in the Oakland Examiner."
The man continued to ogle her lecherously, as did the one above, both men ignoring the classic perfection of her face to concentrate on the melonous white orbs of her breasts as they rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. She supposed she'd better get used to having men drool over her enormous titties if she was serious about making some real money for a change. So, philosophically, she allowed their eyes to feast for several moments on the most conspicuous of her several charms indeed, even sucking in her breath slightly to give them a more expansive view before reminding, "Uh ... the job?"
The carpet-layer, panting now and on the verge of drooling, gestured with his hand toward a distant door. "Mr. Bearing's got another chick with him right now, so you better knock first." There was more than mere suggestiveness in the man's accompanying smile, that caused Nancy to turn away abruptly.
"Uh ... thank you," she called over her shoulder. "Thank you, lady," the carpet-layer returned lewdly.
Nancy hesitated just outside the door marked Office, then raised her hand cautiously and knocked. She repeated the process three times and was about to turn to leave when she heard a far-off male voice-like it was coming from a room within the room call out, "Yeah, what is it?"
"Uh, I'm here to see about the ad you ran in the pa "
"You'd better come inside," the voice called again, "I can't hear you!"
Cautiously, almost reluctantly, Nancy entered the empty outer office and shut the door quietly behind her so the workmen wouldn't overhear her in case she was forced to shout again.
And then, abruptly, the inner door to the adjoining room jerked open a crack and Gerald Dearing's hog-like head peered critically around the corner. "Yeah? ... Waddaya want, girlie? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"I'm here about the topless waitress job," she stated evenly, with a surprising show of courage. "I don't have any experience, but my breasts are ... well, huge!"
"I can see that," Gerald grinned, "why don't you take off your dress and we'll see how they hold up. I'll be through in here in a minute!"
As the fat man tucked his ugly head back inside and closed the door, Nancy reached behind her back to wrestle with the catch of her zipper. Her breasts were already threatening to burst through the thin material when she drew the silver fastener all the way down and stepped out of her single outer garment, letting it fall to a shimmering puddle at her feet.
Nancy was down to her garterbelt, nylons and high heels when she first heard it, a low groan of agony ... or pleasure, coming from the adjoining room.
"Oh yes, you fat bastard, fuck me! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" Nancy froze in her tracks, her pulse quickening thickly as her mind registered the lewdly uttered expletives echoing through the thin walls. The voice was female ... and it sounded curiously familiar somehow! She was torn between putting her clothes back on and leaving, never to return, or following her basest instincts to press her ear to the connecting wooden door.
"Fuck me, Gerald, fuck me!"
Drawn along like a puppet on an invisible silver string, the luscious forty-one-year-old mother-in-law, herself nearly naked, dropped to her knees before the old-fashioned keyhole.
Nancy's heart lodged in her throat at the sight that assailed her startled eyes. The man, an incredible mountain of fat in his naked obesity, was up on his flabby haunches, his arm-like length of hot scarlet penis rifling in and out of the vagina of a kneeling girl with a big stomach. Big, hell, she was pregnant! And blonde!
Oh my God, it's Judy!
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy Greenwell reeled in shock, and felt the strength leave her legs in a rush, making her feel totally helpless and alone. It couldn't be! ... It must be some kind of nightmare! ... It isn't possible! But it was possible, and it was happening, right before her incredulously staring eyes. Her own pregnant daughter-in-law! That was the most hideous part, seeing her own son's wife who, as far as she was concerned, was the ultimate in virtue! There she was, up on her hands and knees like a common sow, her dimpled little white ass bucking back against her "boar's" filthy red penis as if her very life depended on it!
My God! How could she! Nancy's mind burned, sick to her very soul, the breath which she had been going to scream with knocked from her lungs.
"It's been a long time, ain't it, Judy baby!" the fat man slobbered audibly between pants. "But, ol' daddy knew you couldn't stay away from a real man-size fuckin' forever! ... Couldja now? Huh? Couldja?"
"Oh God, no, Gerald," Judy gurgled delightedly, oblivious to her audience. "I like my ol' man's fucking, but your prick is so long and hot ... Oh, I love it!"
The girl's mother-in-law was frozen under the bluntness of the obscene words. And yet, their very lewdness excited her more and more, and she was at a loss to understand her reactions to what was occurring. She could feel the heated moisture of her passion soaking her vagina, and she reached down to rub between her legs as if trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning madly in the pit of her naked belly. As sudden as her shock came the realization that she would stay right where she was and watch the lewd thing run its course ... that she wouldn't stop it if she could! She could feel small pin pricks of empathic delight racing through the tips of her nipples as she watched the fat man reach down to roll the hardening nipples of Judy's leaking breasts maddeningly between his thumbs and forefingers; she could almost feel the heat of his vile breath on her own naked back as he labored and bucked like a giant pig!
Judy was moaning ecstatically, her slender fingers reaching out to wad the soiled sheets beneath her dangling milk-filled breasts. She despised herself for the surges of hot longing that had caused this delicious little moment of infidelity ... Then, suddenly, she was released from the depraved bondage of desire, a tremendous surge of acceptance clearing her mind of every thought but that of unyielding, voluptuous, animal lust.
She wanted him more than anything now, and began to wriggle the lower half of her lush body sensually back against him.
Nancy couldn't believe her eyes as she watched, or the tight sensation gripping her in the depths of her belly. The brutish tableau was beyond her comprehension, her one overpowering thought that somehow, someway, it was her daughter-in-law's own fault; she was unable to attach any guilt for the carnal scene before her to the fat man with the bloated red penis ... he was a man, after all, and then some!
Little Judy's life-filled body was bent nearly double, the pain of her strained muscles almost overpowering. The glistening pink mouth of her pretty pussy was presented up to him as he quickened his vicious thrusts, the lewd intrusion making her dilated vagina grow and expand before his uncontrolled assault, the heavy weight of his flabby loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he lunged forward with all his strength to sink his cock as deep as he was able into her round white belly. She groaned defenselessly beneath him, her face showing a mixture of the pain, humiliation, and pleasure she was feeling.
Gerald's ham-like hands cupped her dangling naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them with savage brutality, teasing and tugging at them until she thought they would burst from the wild manipulations. Then, as if a miracle had taken place, she felt her pleasure increasing and the warmly seeping walls of her cunt began to clasp hungrily around his thick, blood-engorged rod, her hips slithering back wetly to devour the length of his lusthardened flesh. His hugely swollen balls still smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she began a slowly tentative rhythmic undulation to meet the long spearing strokes of his fucking.
The young blonde's horrified mother-inlaw stood in almost hypnotic fascination as she watched with utter disbelief her daughter-in-law's growing response to the powerful thrusts of her former employer. She had a strange sense of not being a part of herself, the shock of actually viewing sexual intercourse that strong on her, and she couldn't understand it. Down between her clenched thighs her brown-fleeced cunt was tingling like it had never tingled before. She thought fleetingly of leaving ... but she continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality. The huge-breasted mother-in-law centered her gaze on the muscles straining out on the blonde girl's inner thighs as Judy struggled like a drug-crazed nymphomaniac to get the fat man's cock deeper inside her hungrily sucking pussy. Gerald Dearing was cupping the pregnant blonde's naked buttocks with a savage strength that cut white, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons. He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his turgid penis, and Nancy studied the thin, moistly glistening lips of her daughter-in-law's pussy as they strove to milk the giant shaft of its strength. God, she could even see the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the ridge which ran the full length of the underside of the fat man's penis!
Judy's blue eyes were tightly closed now, as she writhed beneath Gerald Dearing in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement. The fat man sweated over her, moving suddenly into a series of longer, smoother plunging strokes, that brought his lustthickened crimson penis almost all the way out of her softly clutching vagina on the backstroke, and then ramming forward into her until he could feel the huge, blood-swollen head of his cock colliding hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside. The fire of animal lust raged out of control in his madly fucking loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that a beautiful, full bodied, pregnant woman was responding under him to his skewering cock and frantically roving hands. Spurred on by Judy's wildly bucking body, he dug more deeply into her, forcing her chest down flat against the mattress and elevating her shimmering white ass to outrageous heights.
Judy moaned and attempted to hump backwards as she felt her climax approaching, driving her wild with a force she had never experienced, not even with her own husband, Bob! "Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming nowww!
Fuck harder! Fuck harder! ... AAAuuuRR-gggHHH!" she cried in a voice shrill with mind-reeling passion. Her heated fluids flowed wetly out around his still driving cock and spilled down the trembling standing columns of her thighs.
Goaded now to a mind warping frenzy of abandon, Nancy brought her hand down along her body and across her thighs to rest against her own enflamed pubic mound. She could feel wetness flowing on her thighs and down her inner legs, and she lowered her hand to her pussy mound and began to rub there with lingering delight. Her daughter-in-law's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, and the glazed eyes of the brunette stayed glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place a few feet away.
Nancy's middle finger slid along her wet cunt lips and found her clitoris, teasing it with her fingernail, and she felt waves of consuming lust rip through her. She dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her now thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the bed while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris.
The young mother was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the office floor and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered.
Then, Gerald reached back and cupped the globes of Judy's ass, stretching them wide, and watched his angry red shaft pummeling into her pussy. He could feel the hot load of his sperm building up for an earth shattering release, the broad blunt head of his cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside her insanely ravaged cuntal passage. At last he erupted, his hot thick liquid exploding deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing salaciously with the wetness of her own cumming.
Judy's head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with their warm sticky whiteness. The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his crazily jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Her life-carrying body was drained of all the passion she'd repressed so long, and her limbs collapsed loosely on the mattress as the fat man's grip on her quivering buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released altogether. He rolled off her, breathing thickly in an effort to fill his lungs with air. Judy groaned at the loss of his penis and felt a cool rush of breeze caressing her spent, cum-soaked loins.
From her secret vantage point on the other side of the keyhole, Nancy could see the stream of the fat man's thick ejaculations running down the velvety inner columns of her daughter-in-law's thighs to form a viscid pool on the sheets below. And then, as if by remote control, the obscene spectacle in the adjoining room seemed to trigger her own explosive climax and she lifted herself from the floor in a trembling arch, all her fingers and half her hand buried in her deliciously creaming sex, and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.
Suddenly, swiftly, even before the last lingering thrills of her orgasm had left her body, Nancy was back on her feet and slipping frantically into her street clothes. She didn't know what she'd tell Bob about the depraved spectacle she'd just witnessed, or even if she'd tell him anything ... God, how could she, without telling him what she herself was doing there!
She shrugged unceremoniously into her dress, nearly snagging the zipper in her haste, her mind now bent on but a single purpose: to get out of there and fast, before it was too late!
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy didn't have any idea where she was going when she brushed past the leering workmen and out onto the dusty Oakland street outside. What she did know was that she needed a drink, and her intuition told her that she wouldn't have far to go to find a bar in this part of town.
She was already in a lighter mood when she walked into the cocktail lounge off the lobby of the Grand Hotel. There were no conscious thought processes involved in the selection, she simply went in and slipped onto a stool at the end of the bar. The lounge, Kelly's Green Room, she supposed in honor of money, was dimly lighted, carpeted, plush and cozy, occupied mostly by men, probably conventioneers, she thought, but there were women, too, all paired off ... none alone like herself. She still felt curiously wild from her brief brush with fate, and knew that male eyes were following her. Wouldn't it be something if the bartender asked her for her ID to prove her age? She didn't look that young, of course, but wouldn't it be a kick? Indeed, she was feeling quite confident and made a point of letting her voluptuously curved buttocks hang over the rim of the cushioned stool, like a pouting lip.
With a broad seductive smile, the brunette mother ordered a Peach Brantly from the green-jacketed bartender and surveyed the room from the corners of her sexy grey eyes. She was sorry she hadn't taken the last stool in the corner. It would've given her greater command of the room. Presently, she was trying to utilize the back-bar mirror to scan the male faces, but it was only moderately effective with the array of bottles and shelving blocking it.
And then, as she worked her buttocks back a little further on the stool, a flash of masculine white teeth in the semi-darkness caught her eye in the mirror. They were handsome teeth, seemingly set in a deeply-tanned face, but she couldn't be sure with the subdued lighting. Anyway, the face was studying her, eyes locked on her back ... undoubtedly her buttocks and legs. She felt a little shiver of pleasure, as she lifted her drink and sipped. If only she dared turn around ... smile perhaps ... God, she didn't have to ... he was getting to his feet ... coming toward her now ... Jesus, what was she supposed to say?
"Hi, beautiful," the young man breathed, easing onto the stool beside her. "Waiting for somebody?"
"Nobody in particular," the young mother dimpled coquettishly, returning his pleasant smile. God, he's young, she thought with a slight shiver. He can't be much older than Bob ... and nearly as handsome.
"If you're here to audition," he quipped boldly, his eyes feasting on the enormity of her half-naked breasts, "you've got yourself a job!" He was still smiling, his flashing dark eyes moving to her sensuous pouting lips, reminding her that the soft indirect lighting would be playing there, causing an attractive jewel-like glitter against the thin layer of lip gloss. She wet them tantalizingly with the tip of her small tongue.
The young man's smile broadened. "This is a strip joint, lady," he winked. Then, sensing her confusion, he added quickly, "I'm Johnny Kelly, the owner's nephew and M. C. of this joint ... How does three bills a week sound to you?"
"T-Three hundred ... a week?" She was definitely flattered. "Uh, my name is Nancy, Mr.
Kelly ... Uh, Johnny ... W-Why don't you join me in a drink?"
"Nothing I'd like better, Nancy," he winked. "But, I've got a show to do right now. Stick around and watch if you like ... and tell Jim to put your drinks on my bill."
Nancy felt somewhat disappointed as she watched the smooth-talking young man glide off to greet a tableful of conventioneers with girls obviously much too young to be their wives, on his way to the tiny dance floor that doubled as a stage. God! she thought with a delightful shiver of excitement. He's not a day over twenty-five ... But, oh so attractive! She glanced at her own modest watch. It was still early ... Maybe she would stick around awhile ... Just to see what the show was like....
As the house lights dimmed their way to total darkness, a respondent hush fell over the audience. A blue spot light flashed on center stage, and the muted percussion of brush on drums began filtering over the speaker system, steadily picking up tempo. "And now, Ladies and Gentlemen," Johnny Kelly breathed heavily into the microphone, "Kelly's Green Room is proud to present our first act of the evening, the one and only, Patti Kake!"
The drum roll increased then, as a white strobe-light began to flash blindingly through the blue circle the overhead spot cast on the stage floor. Slowly, a lovely red-haired girl in her late twenties entered the room through a side door hidden by a black velvet curtain and mounted the steps to the stage.
She was wearing a shimmering white floor-length evening gown with a slit in the side that ran to mid-thigh. From the appreciative murmurs circulating through the audience, Nancy noted that the young woman had been handsomely received. Her rusty hair was plaited into a single rope-like braid that sprouted from the top of her head and ended between her shoulder blades. On her arms, she wore matching opera-length white gloves, while beneath the garter supported mesh of her stockings, she was pantyless.
Stopping at center stage, the rangy redhead turned her back to the anxious audience and bent slightly forward, rotating her slim hips lewdly in time to the music.
Teasingly, she began to hike the long skirt up her legs until the hem was at the juncture of her thighs. "All the way, Patti!" a faceless voice in the crowd was pleading, "Show us your foxy little ass!" Leaning forward still further, and drawing her legs together femininely, the girl gave the long skirt of her dress a quick flip, baring the luscious white moons of her buttocks completely in the harsh spotlight. Whistles and catcalls rifled through the diminutive lounge.
Patti straightened quickly then, careful not to show them too much for too long lest they lose interest in her act. "Show us your titties!" came a shout through the smoke-filled darkness. "Yeah, let's see some boobs!" came a second. There was an audible intaking of breath as she turned to face her audience straight on. A little smile began to play across her lips as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. "You like it, don't you, you horny bastards!" she laughed into the microphone, knowing that even at that very moment, every cock in the house was lifting in salute to her. The lithe young redhead stood brazenly naked to the waist now, having let the upper portion of her dress slip from her shoulders to hang loosely about her waist, giving her naked breasts more sensual interest than had she been completely naked at that point.
"Play with 'em!" someone cried. In response, she fondled her conically lush, strawberrynippled breasts for her admiring audience, feeling a tremor of increased excitement herself. Nancy felt herself respond with a straddled gasp as the girl on stage squeezed and mauled over her own breasts with the practiced sensuality of a real pro, taking the points of her rapidly distending nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulling them outwards from her body with a twist, manipulating them into bizarre and fascinatingly wicked shapes.
Then, raising one deliciously molded pap to her face, the girl's darting pink tongue flickered out to lap at the puckered tip of her nipple, then swirled in tiny concentric circles to engulf the entire puffy areola and a good portion of milk-white breast flesh in her mouth and began to suck with earnest contentment. Her eyes closed in passion then, and then reopened to flutter trampishly at her audience as she continued to maul and lick her nipples. Below, her hips began to swing forward freely in a lewd parody of fucking. "All the way!" someone called out in the darkness. "All the way! ... All the way...!" several other voices chorused. With a trained flick of her hips, the redhead's shimmering white gown slipped the remaining distance to the floor.
Except for the long white gloves, opera hose, and high heels, she was completely naked. "That's gonna be some tough act to follow, huh, lady?"
Nancy, somewhat startled at the sound of a human voice at that moment, shot a glance over her shoulder at the bartender who was standing directly behind her with a fresh drink. "Huh? ... Oh, yeah!"
Nancy watched as the girl wound her act to a swift conclusion, then gathered her fallen garments and disappear through the same door from which she had entered. "Whew!" the young mother gasped.
"Personally, I prefer brunettes," the bartender commented. "So does Johnny ... Here, he asked me to give you this."
Cautiously, with a sidelong glance down the length of the bar to see if anyone was watching, Nancy reached out to accept a neatly halved cocktail napkin from the barman's extended fingers. Opening the hastily penned note and turning it slightly towards the pale reflected light coming from the backboard, she read: Hey, Gorgeous, I'm working the day shift today and I'll be off at seven. Stick around and we'll go to dinner.
Johnny Nancy felt her cheeks flush hotly at the prospect of letting herself get picked up by a man nearly young enough to be her son. But then, she shrugged, why not? ... After what I've seen today, what difference could it make? She took a long thoughtful sip of her freshened Peach Brantly and smiled warmly at the knowing barman. "Tell Johnny I'll wait," she announced with a shimmering toss of her long brown hair.
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Judy Greenwell didn't know for sure if it really had been her mother-in-law she'd seen leaving The Silver Goose at a dead-run, but if it wasn't, then Bob's mom had a twin sister running around loose in Oakland. But how? she wondered, unless she'd followed her to the club ... And had Gerald really been telling the truth about her looking for a job there? In any case, she knew what she had to do, and could only hope that Bob got back to the apartment before his mother did. Somehow, she'd have to screw up the courage to tell him of her little escapade herself ... before Nancy got the chance.
It was dumb what she'd done, and she knew it. But, damnit, a girl had a right to a little fun from time to time, didn't she? She loved Bob more than anything, job or no job, and didn't want to lose him over a lousy few inches of stiff prick. Maybe her total honesty and her feminine wiles would do the trick. Anyway, she hoped so. And, carrying his child wouldn't hurt either.
Quickly then, her mind bent on her singularity of purpose, Judy moved to the bathroom to freshen up in anticipation of her husband's hopefully early arrival. Her plan was a simple one; she would seduce her handsome young Bob Greenwell wait until his climax was hanging in that delicious balance between heaven and hell and then hit him with all the gory details of her infidelity while they were still fresh in her memory. Hell, who knows ... it might even be fan', , The needle spray of the shower felt good against her sensuously aroused flesh, and as Judy soaped her generous milk-filled breasts into a creamy lather she lingered delightfully overlong at the tips, her long pink-lacquered nails scratching and pinching at her distended pregnant nipples with near-masochistic abandon. There was no denying what she knew to be the truth; she'd loved every lewd second she'd spent in her former employer's office ... and she'd probably do it again. Not just with Gerald, either.
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"Judy ... Mom? ... anybody home?"
Nancy was just finishing her fourth Peach Brantly when the last of several strippers, a lissome young black girl by the name of Cherry Chocolate, shrugged out of her sequined G-string and beat a hasty retreat through the side door. It was seven straight up, and before she had a chance to mull over the situation with lady-like deliberation, Johnny Kelly had swept down on the stool beside her like an avenging hawk.
"Hi, Nancy," the handsome young M.C. smiled, his perfect white teeth brightening that corner of the club. "How'd you like the show?" Nancy managed a brazen smile as she breathed an honest, "Well, it was interesting!" into the bowl of her glass.
"Hungry?" Nancy set her glass down on a little shamrock-shaped coaster and shook her head. "Not really, Johnny," she said. "Me either," Kelly responded. "Why don't we just skip dinner and take in a show?"
"I'm sorry, but "
"Hey, you're not chicken, are you, dollface?"
"No ... It's just that ... Well, okay. What kind of show?" Johnny's dazzling smile flashed again. "Sexier than the one you just saw. It's a private little club I know. Think you can stand it?"
Nancy mulled it over thoughtfully for a moment, her mind reflecting back on the rapid changes her life had undertaken within the past forty-eight hours; moving from Minnesota, discovering her daughter-in-law was nothing but a common tramp, and now ... now she was about to go to a dirty floor show with a man nearly young enough to be her son. "I can't stand it," she announced at last, "let me make a call first.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Nancy's eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she began to make out the huddled forms of couples on couches in front and to the side of Johnny Kelly and herself. The darkness had emboldened them, and she could see some of the reclining figures embracing. In front of her, a man had wedged his hand in the cleavage of a toothsome blonde's fully ripened breasts. Nancy could see the man's fingers massaging the girl's nipples beneath the clinging material of her sweater. Then, she felt Johnny's hand on her own thigh, his fingers coursing teasingly up and down the length of exposed flesh between her knee and the hem of her skirt. The young mother reached down to pull his hand away, but her attention was suddenly deflected by a dim light appearing on the stage. Then, the curtain rose over the platform, and the footlights on the stage grew brighter, finally shining strong enough to disclose a bedroom setting. On a large bed on center stage a figure was moving.
Gradually, Nancy distinguished the form of a young girl really not much more than a well-developed child dressed in a transparent negligee barely covering the large uplifting orbs of her breasts ... She couldn't have been a day over eighteen, Nancy thought; her hair was braided in pink ribbons and her face, reflected in a wall length mirror beside the bed, was glowing in the full flush of youth. A glass was pressed into Nancy's hand by her handsome young escort, and again she felt his hand touch her thigh. This time, with more certainty, she pulled away from him, and she felt his fingers slip to her knee, then flutter away. His arm brushed her shoulder and his forearm drew her closer to his chest. Again, the young mother's eyes were caught by the child on the stage. She had slipped to the side of the large bed and was cupping her face in her hands.
Soft sobs came from the girl as she leaned sadly down on the edge of the mattress, her eyes welling with tears, and Nancy in her near-drunken state suddenly identified with the girl's loneliness. She felt tears straining her cheeks and realized a sympathetic chord was being struck by this child who seemed a reflection of a hidden part of herself.
Slowly, the girl rose from the bed and began unbraiding her hair. She stood sideways in front of the full-length mirror admiring her voluptuous profile for a moment, then began combing out her long blonde hair, turning slightly to the side to obtain a full view of her smoothly curving body. From the right-hand section of the stage, the door to the girl's bedroom opened. A woman about Nancy's age with a short pixie haircut entered quietly and slipped onto the bed behind the girl. The woman was more slightly built, with applesized high-set breasts which would be seen in sharp outline as she sprawled across the bed. Her face seemed caught in rapt attention as she swept her eyes over the curvaceous profile of the teenager who, absorbed in combing her hair, still had not noticed the intruder.
The young blonde began to undress, slipping the long gown slowly upward, exposing the gently tapered calves, then the full well-rounded thighs. Nancy could hear the sounds of delight coming from the males in the room as the pegnoir snaked its way over the girl's head and her budding young body emerged. The top of the gown fell to the floor and her lushly ripened breasts swung resiliently into freedom. They uplifted gently from her body in all their youthful firmness, and their erect little nipples stood out on the large white mounds like roses about to blossom. They swayed in the overhead light from the stage and cast a suggestive shadow on the carpeted floor.
Nancy's grey eyes focused on the older woman on the bed. The girl seemed unaware of her presence, and the woman took advantage of this and began to disrobe. She was quickly out of her micro-mini, beneath which she wore nothing but a pair of flimsy transparent pink panties. The slender, almost boyish lines of her mature body contrasted with the youthful curves of the blonde, but it retained a lithe sensuality that was emphasized by her high-set breasts and her tight little buttocks. Nancy heard a lewd moan of hunger from some of the men around her as she drew her panties obscenely from her loins, squirming her buttocks as she slipped them down over her thighs and kicked them carelessly to the foot of the bed. She touched the nipple of her right breast with one finger while she stroked her moistly glistening vaginal slit with the other. Her burning eyes flickered obscenely up and down the girl's body; yet the teenager continued to admire her reflection in the mirror, still completely ignorant of the alien presence. Nancy tightened her hands into small fists and drew in a deep breath. Even the strip show she'd just witnessed was nothing like this. Both girls were totally naked, and the older woman on the bed was openly fingering her pussy while she fondled her breasts. Through the intoxicating haze of alcohol, the drama going on before them became as real as anything the young mother had ever witnessed ... with the possible exception of the antics of her daughter-in-law and the fat man earlier that afternoon. She found herself waiting suspensefully on the edge of the couch for the moment when the girl would notice the woman watching her. She could feel her own body twitch in sympathy with the woman who was finger-fucking herself, and she pressed her thighs tightly together to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her breasts and worked its way slowly down to the sensuously throbbing point up between her legs.
The little young blonde turned to the bed and let out a high-pitched cry when she saw the woman lewdly pistoning her finger in and out of her vaginal slit. The older female gestured for her to approach but the girl cringed away in fear. Then the woman rose from the bed and violently slapped the blonde on her nakedly rounded buttocks. The girl screamed. Again the woman smacked the flat of her hand against the girl's backside, this time letting her hand linger there for a teasing moment. The girl shuddered under her touch but did not make an effort to get away. She turned her head and looked at the naked older woman beside her. Her eyes rose from the boyish shape of the woman's waist to her smallish breasts. It all seemed so real.
Nancy wondered how two women could play such parts unless they really felt like it. Never in her life had she felt a passion for another woman, but the strength of the scene evoked a strange kindling of lust inside her which she struggled against now. She nervously squirmed her buttocks and felt the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vaginal lips. She jumped at the unexpected sensual contact it brought as her breath quickened.
Johnny Kelly pressed a freshened glass of Pernod into her now-trembling hand. For a moment he faced her, and then shifted his concentration to the stage. Nancy drained the glass almost to the bottom, trying to cool some of the warmth the women's passion transmitted to her own love-starved body. But the potent liquid had the opposite effect. The warmth and stimulation crackling through the room was beginning to excite her hotly against her will. She slid down slightly against the cushion again, feeling the side of the cushion press her skirt and panties into her moistly throbbing cuntal crevice. She squirmed almost imperceptibly against it, working the corner of the cushion between the sensitive lips of her vagina, rocking her body back and forth as she watched the woman on stage slide her hand from the girl's softly rounded buttocks to the golden Vee between her legs.
The girl mumbled something, then instantly arched her hips and began undulating them gently back and forth against the caressing fingers which were now slowly insinuating themselves into the narrow hair-lined pussy slit. Without moving her hand from the soft blonde pubic mound, the woman moved slowly backwards across the stage. The girl's mouth emitted soft mewls of pleasure as she followed the woman in a hypnotic trance until they stood at the edge of the bed. The large spotlight encircled the two figures, and the color of the lighting turned from yellow to brilliant gold. The two naked women faced each other like lovers. The older woman slowly lowered her head and planted a gentle kiss on each of the girl's ripely trembling breasts, and increased the speed of her finger circling obscenely against the tiny bud of her own clitoris.
Nancy could feel the warm wetness spreading between her thighs, and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her erect little clitoris through her sheer panties. Out of the corner of her eye she looked guiltily across the table at the man with the big-busted blonde. They were so engrossed that they hadn't noticed her odd behavior. She saw the man rummaging his hands beneath the blonde's sweater, massaging the full sensuous mounds in the gently squeezing palms of his hands, and this drove Nancy into an even more intense state of lustful arousal. The blonde's face was pressed lightly against the man's as she kissed his cheek, darting out her tongue salaciously to touch his mouth.
Stretching out backwards against the rear cushions, yet careful not to break contact with the edge of the ridged cushion pressed between her warmly tingling thighs, Nancy let herself rest against Kelly's arm behind her; it felt strong and solid, and somehow reassuring. When his hand touched her breast, it, too, was welcome and went unnoticed for a moment. For a fleeting second it touched the bodice of her tight dress, then went away, and then returned again. I can at least let him do this, she thought. It won't hurt anything as long as I don't let him go farther ... even though it is a little like sitting here with Bob.
A loud moan came from the stage, and Nancy's eyes switched back through the darkness to the brightly illuminated setting. The two women were lying sideways on the bed facing each other. All signs of struggle from the teenaged blonde had vanished, and her fingers were now sensuously stroking the narrow glistening opening of the older woman's vagina. The woman reciprocated with her own hand thrusting lewdly against the girl's eagerly undulating cunt, her head was down between the child's fully ripened breasts where she sucked on one nipple and then the other, changing positions at intervals as though she couldn't decide which quivering mound was more delicious than the other.
Suddenly, the teenaged blonde shifted her weight and brought one knee up to the woman's thighs. She thrust it forward, pressing it against the woman's obscenely gyrating pubic mound. An agonized moan of lust rumbled from the older woman's chest. She splayed her legs and let the girl's knee rest against the wetly throbbing flanges of her pussy, and then both women were writhing wildly back and forth over each other. They tumbled down to the base of the bed, their nakedly entwined bodies squeezed tightly together. Suddenly they pulled apart and, with one hand affixed momentarily to the girl's frantically quivering breast, the boyishly built older woman slowly inched down the young girl's naked body until her face was pressed in the golden triangle of sparse pubic hair. Slowly, the trembling ivory columns of the girl's legs opened and the woman's face pushed downward, her tongue flicking out and into the nakedly exposed pussy. Nancy gasped in disbelief when the girl plunged her hand into the woman's short dark hair and pushed her hungry young cunt up against the tormenting tongue, then drew herself forward as the suspense continued to mount. She was aware of Johnny's hand making persistent contact with her breasts now, and as she pulled forward he squeezed them even tighter. His breath grew heavier and heavier and came faster and she was forced to look at him then, but as she turned her head, another low murmur from the spectators drew her eyes back to the stage.
The door to the bedroom was flung open, and an angry middle-aged man dressed in a business suit entered. He threw a quick glance at the women so lewdly engaged in oral intercourse, and immediately unclasped his belt and drew it from his pants. His face took on an expression of fury as he gazed at the blonde girl wantonly writhing in front of him. Suddenly, the blonde gave a start and screamed in terror. Was she his daughter? Nancy wondered. Was the woman beside the girl supposed to be her mother?
The woman, sensing the girl's alarm, loosened her grip on the teenager's undulating buttocks and lifted her wetly glistening face from the naked young pussy. She turned just as the man approached the bed. The belt slashed out like a whip, snapping in the air above the bed. An incoherent oath sputtered from the angry man's lips, and again the leather sliced smartly within a fraction of an inch from the blonde's fearfully cringing buttocks. Nancy knew she had to leave now to keep from going to pieces. But somehow the idea of the two girls caught making love, and the sight of the man standing sadistically over them fascinated her. She couldn't look away. She reached for her glass and found it empty. Johnny Kelly handed her his own glass, and she drank the liquid thankfully. His hand was pressing provocatively against the nipple on her left breast now, and she could feel pinpricks of delicious sensation racing through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny hardening bud through the flimsy cloth of her dress with his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed against her ear, and then before she realized what was happening, he had locked his lips wetly against hers. She struggled to turn her face, but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state. I must stop now, she admonished herself. If it goes much further, I won't have any choice in the matter.
It was Johnny who pulled away first, his attention riveted back onto the stage by a piercing groan. This time the man had struck the woman with his belt. The two nakedly cowering females looked fearfully at him as he unfastened his slacks and kicked them onto the floor. His shorts slipped off quickly, and his giant rigid cock immediately jutted out in the air. The blonde let out a gasp of fright and cowered behind the boyish-looking older woman, struggling to conceal her exposed secret parts from the man's hungering gaze.
He sprang animal-like across the room, and in one swift movement hurled himself on the bed. Instantly, he was straddling the teenaged blonde girl's full swaying breasts and had thrust the head of his turgid cock against her parted lips. The woman fell to the side, and then drew closer to the man and the struggling young girl again. She had raised her fist, about to strike him, when he seized her wrist and pulled her down beside the girl. She fought vainly against him for a moment, her face grimaced in pain, then lay still. Still holding the woman's arm in one clenched fist, he swiveled his hips, pressing the obscenely pulsating head of his huge male organ against the lips of the blonde's mouth. Again he thrust! His hand released the woman's arm and slipped to the groaning girl's throat. Pushing her neck up so that her mouth was directly in front of his hardness, he flicked his hips once more, and the girl's wetly parted lips gave some more. Although she was no longer restrained, the woman beside them lay silent. Her gleaming eyes stared across the girl's splayed out torso to the huge bloated rod of flesh extending lewdly from the man's hairy loins.
Nancy's thighs began to tremble. She felt the warm moistness up between her legs pulsating eagerly in anticipation of the impending ravishment of the helpless young girl's mouth. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the tight elastic leg band of her panties deeper into the split of her cunt. Johnny Kelly's hand had somehow parted the front of her bodice, and now his fingers played over the soft fullness of her breasts, prodding and tugging at the tight covering of her dress until his entire hand was cupping her aroused naked flesh. Almost immediately his thumb and forefinger came into warm contact with the sensitively throbbing nipple of her right breast, and he tweaked and twirled the erect little bud in a maddening circle. Below, she could feel tiny throbs of pleasure pulsing in the nerve center of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were flickering obscenely up between her thighs.
Back on the stage the man had lunged forward again, pushing the huge blood-filled cockhead inside the girl's wetly parted lips. Nancy gasped at the obscene sight of the thick fleshy shaft stuck so lewdly just inside the girl's mouth. She watched the woman lying next to the defenseless young girl and the man and felt a twinge of strange sympathy for her because she was fingering herself forlornly as she watched the man tangle his hands in the girl's hair and force her to begin a gentle sucking motion on his cock. God, so that's what it's like, Nancy's mind reeled. I didn't know your cheeks hollowed and expanded like that!
Now, the slender older woman reached up and with one hand cradled the man's sperm heavy swaying balls in her kneading fingers, while the other hand moved to the erect nipple of the naked young girl's left breast beneath the man's straining thighs. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from between the girl's tightly ovaled lips as he drew his penis back; they disappeared back inside her mouth when he thrust his hips obscenely forward, driving his lust-thickened prick into her warm wet cavern again. He began a rhythmic sawing motion, never quite drawing it outside all the way but leaving the tip just inside the warm moistness of her mouth. The girl slowly warmed to the task as her glance fell on the older woman holding the man's testicles. In sympathy, the young blonde's hand dropped to caress her friend's small firm breasts.
Like a surrealistic dream, the figures on the stage were reaching a crescendo of obscene excitement. The man had increased the speed of his thrusts into the girl's hotly sucking mouth. The woman lying beside them was pulling up and kneeling above the tangled blonde hair so that the man could run his tongue against her wetly glistening vaginal lips at the same time as he obscenely sawed his cock into the young woman's mouth. The girl stared vacandy into the widespread crevice of the older woman's legs while she continued sucking eagerly on the thick massively hardened penis. With each thrust he made, a wet sluicing sound erupted from the stage, for the man's tongue was snaking into the hair-lined pussy lips in front of his face in a rhythmic counterpoint to the lewd smack of his loins against the young girl's face.
Nancy's head reeled in confusion; her breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment she watched the girl being ravished. Her alcohol-stimulated body was beginning to perspire in the hot closeness of the room, and her dress felt moist from the sweat trickling down her abdomen. She felt Johnny Kelly's hand squeeze tighter against her nakedly quivering breast, slipping his fingers from one erect little nipple to the other as if they were his private playthings.
This has just got to stop! the young mother's heart pounded. I'm not a whore like Judy! She wanted to stand up and scream, but she knew it would be ridiculous to throw a scene in front of everyone. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep back the frustration that was building in her chest, building in her belly.
The three fondling bodies were bouncing lewdly back and forth on the mattress in an insane fury. The kneeling woman's pelvis gyrated hard into the man's face in blind sacrifice to his rapidly licking tongue, while he continued battering his long hard cock deep into the girl's throat. The woman's tight girlish buttocks were churning smoothly in the air as she greedily pressed the naked mound of her cunt against the man's tongue. She gazed down from time to time to glance at the teenaged girl sucking hungrily beneath her. A tiny rivulet of saliva, mixed with seminal fluid, trickled down the side of the blonde's mouth when she hollowed her cheeks, attempting to swallow the entire length of his madly throbbing cock into her throat.
Now, she thrust her neck hard against the mattress, as though the wildly plundering penis had forced it back against her will. The man's hand reached up and seized the older woman's tightly clenched buttocks. His tongue swiped up from the opening of her vaginal passage to lick tantalizingly at her clitoris while his hand pressed in through the fleshy ass cheeks, seeking the tiny puckered orifice of her anus. After another prolonged moment of oral fucking at her enflamed squirming pussy, he thrust his outstretched middle finger into the woman's defensively cringed anus. Her slim, boyish body stiffened, her face contorted painfully ... and then, her features softened into an expression of pleasure.
The small ivory spheres of her buttocks quickened their movement, and began rotating furiously back and forth and up and down in front of the man's head while below, the girl began drawing her lips with greater suction around the long thick shaft. She sucked at the still lengthening cock with a fury that seemed inhuman to the almost mesmerized Nancy.
The teenage blonde's eyes rolled in her head and her cheeks expanded over-sized on the instroke as though the enormous blood-filled cock was lodged hotly against the inner walls of her cheeks and was pushing them outward. One of the young blondes little hands swept up from her sides to cradle the man's ballooning balls and knead them sensually in her fingers, while her other hand sought her own blonde-haired vaginal mound and began thrusting her fingers madly into her insufferably heated cunt. Her hips raised blindly off the mattress and rotated in tight ovals in rhythmic time to the thick pistoning cock fucking into her mouth.
Nancy squirmed down hard against the seat as Johnny Kelly dropped his other hand to her bared knee and slipped it up toward the fullness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect like over her sensitive flesh. She felt his hand sliding for a second over her nylon stockings, then it was tugging and pushing at the hem of her skirt. His fingers darted halfway up to her panties before she had a chance to drop her hand to stop him. They fought a silent, one-sided battle up there beneath her dress as she seized the young M. C.'s wrist, attempting to keep his fingers where they were on her naked upper thigh, but his greater strength gradually forced her fingers apart and upward. She should scream now, she thought, but it would do no good. Johnny's hand was dangerously close to the thin silk of her panties, and it felt deliciously good playing erotically against the nakedly warm flesh above her hosiery. It rested, not moving, and she became barely conscious of its pressure. Her eyes drifted back to the salacious coupling on the stage. She pressed harder against the cushion, knowing Johnny would think she was trying to escape his fingers and did not suspect that secretly she was pressing the ridge of the cushion into her hotly throbbing cuntal fissure.
Her cuntal juices seeped hotly from the hole up between her legs now, and she wondered if he, too, sensed it. It felt warm and tingling sliding down the crevice between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder and felt the almost unbearable pleasure building there. Again the tantalizing fingers moved upward, and then once more. She gripped him reluctantly around the wrist. Only a few scant inches separated his fingertips from the saturated cloth of her panties ... and then her hand loosened its grip on his wrist!
Suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Johnny was touching her just below the nylon that was wet from her vaginal secretions, and a lascivious tingle of wantonness feathered softly through her enflamed seeping pussy and down across her quivering thighs. This has got to stop! Oh God, I've got to stop him before I lose control of myself! But, God forgive me ... it feels so good!
The three figures were writhing crazily now, building towards their inevitable release. The teenage blonde sucked shamelessly on the man's thick wetly glistening penis while the older woman punched her pussy with increased fury against the man's licking tongue. Suddenly, the woman arched her pelvis, moaned, and began thrusting herself furiously against the man's working mouth. And, nearly simultaneously, a low coarse groan came from the man's throat. His torso stiffened as he shoved the entire length of his wildly jerking cock into the young girl's sucking mouth.
The lights dimmed and Nancy heard a murmur of expectancy rush through the crowd. The couple to the other side of her appeared in a state of wild arousal. She could make out a woman kneeling over the reclining form of a man with her head bobbing lewdly up and down over his cock which appeared and disappeared between her tightly ovaled lips. Suddenly, there was a deep gasp from the other side of her and Nancy shifted her eyes to the man with the big-busted blonde to her right. The girl's breath was coming at short intervals, and she had lifted her hips up off the couch to afford the man access to her steadily rocking pussy. She could see the girl's fingers holding something long and crimson. The inebriated young mother jerked when she recognized the turgid head of the man's penis throbbing between the girl's tightly grasping fingers ... the girl was massaging his foreskin back and forth while he wormed his fingers obscenely up into her widespread vagina!
On stage, the two women and the man had reached the point of total release, and a powerful choking spasm shook the young blonde's body as the man's face contorted brutally, and he rammed his massive penis in even further into her wetly ovaled lips. As she voraciously sucked on the lust-inflated penis, the young blonde girl twirled her hand in a wildly erotic movement over her own vagina, sliding fingers over the hair-lined wet fissure to plunge desperately into the glistening hole of her pussy, then slipping upward to stroke the miniature erection of her clitoris again. The older woman kneeling above the girl thrust the slimness of her hips closer to the man's face as though to bury her pubic mound, drenched with vaginal secretions, inside the man's obscenely licking mouth.
Nancy could see the small white-skinned breasts of the older woman jiggling lewdly, the taut little nipples more erect than ever as he licked his tongue down the swollen flanges of her cunt to probe into her vaginal opening. The man was tonguing into her wildly pumping cunt in obscene time to the rhythm of the blonde's lewd ministrations at the rubbery hardness of his cock. Then, suddenly, the three lewdly coupled bodies froze, captured by the glare of the spotlight and the scores of eyes focused on them as they collapsed with a loud mutual groan.
Nancy could see the base of the man's cock, massive and pulsating, just below the pinkness of the blonde girl's tightly compressed lips, lewdly jutting like a pile-driver into her mouth and pushing the inner pinkness of her lips open. His sperm-bloated balls lay momentarily against her small moist chin, and even as Nancy stared in stunned disbelief, she saw the white-hot cum bubbling from the girl's lips around the penis gurgling out to drip across her chin and run in a silver rivulet down across her neck to her proud young breasts. Both females were writhing in what obviously was the throes of sexual ecstasy as they orgasmed along with the naked man.
The young mother, in a state of near shock at what she had just seen on the stage, fell back against Johnny Kelly's shoulder. She watched as the man on the stage sent the last scalding bursts of his erupted semen into the blonde teenager's mouth, and then she turned slowly to her handsome young escort in utter awe. In the distance, she could hear the two women uttering their last shrill cries of climax.
Around the room, sounds of couples engaged in lovemaking formed a lascivious backdrop to the lewd performance on the stage. Nancy no longer had the will or inclination to struggle against Johnny's fingers working so pleasurably beneath her panties. She saw the curtain close slowly, leaving the depraved scene the three nakedly exhausted figures layered on top of one another still undulating in the afterglow of orgasm imprinted deeply on the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with the warm air of excited breathing that had accompanied the passion inciting exhibition.
Everyone present had felt the sensations of lust emanating from the three at that final climax including the wantonly aroused Nancy Greenwell. It was with relief and regret that she felt Kelly's outstretched finger slip from her hotly pulsing vagina and his hand slide from beneath her. She was so close to her own orgasm that within a few more moments when would have been just as helpless a victim of lust as the young girl subjugated to the depraved will of the lesbian and the man on the stage.
In spite of her confusion, Nancy managed to arrange her clothing and comb back her hair to produce the impression at least momentarily that nothing had gone wrong. She felt the warm wetness beneath her trembling thighs as she lifted herself off the seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks. She faced away from Johnny Kelly as he straightened his tie and brushed out the crease in his jacket. She couldn't look at him after the lewd thing he had done to her a few moments before. She had never felt so humiliated and ashamed in her life and could not understand how that big-breasted blonde could stand there so calmly after letting that man do the things he did to her while the lights were down. Then, remembering her own uncontrollable lust as Johnny's fingers played over her erotically quivering thighs, she realized that anything was possible. In fact, Nancy felt, it was a much worse thing for her to have done than the blonde since, for one thing, she was nearly old enough to be Johnny's mother, even if she didn't look it!
"Looks like you could use a little cooling off," Kelly said, turning toward her. "Why don't we go back to my place and have a drink? ... Jim and Cherry will be dropping by later for a nightcap; we can make a real foursome out of it."
Nancy looked at the young M. C. incredulously, then found herself returning his enthusiastically infectious smile with one of her own. "Sure," she shrugged, "why not?" Closing the distance that separated them in three long strides, Bob Greenwell took his pregnant young wife in his arms and crushed her tightly against him. "Who was that on the phone, darling?" she protested teasingly. "Mom," he returned. "She said she was downtown looking things over and thought she'd take in a movie."
"That's all?"
"That's all, baby." Judy breathed a small sigh of relief as Bob kissed her passionately, hotly, his tongue probing deeply between her succulent peach-glossed lips. So far, so good, she thought. For a minute there I thought Nancy was going to spill her sexy guts before I had a chance to wield my wiles!
"I'm glad Mom called," Bob breathed hotly into the shell of Judy's ear as he broke their kiss. "It'll give me a chance to make up for the other night."
Judy, still fresh from her shower, snuggled still closer so that Bob could feel the spiked out points of her well-sucked nipples through the whisper-thin material of her pegnoir. "Bob," she sighed, "darling ... I'm the one who has the making up to do."
"You! ... hey c'mon, Judy, I was the one who couldn't "
"I'm not talking about the other night, darling," she cooed, interrupting. "What, then?"
"Fix us a drink and I'll tell you, darling ... And bring them to the bedroom."
When Bob returned to the bedroom with a pair of Rusty Nails he'd whipped up hurriedly in the tiny kitchen, he found Judy sitting on the edge of the bed with her pegnoir off, the light of the bedside lamp playing across her gently uplifted breasts beneath her matching transparent brassiere. Fuck, what a pair, he mused as he pressed her drink into her tiny trembling hand, and all his, too!
His eyes lowered to the enticingly rounded, ivory sheened hips that led to the delicious sweep of her thighs. Up between her outstretched legs he could see, through the soft pubic hair covering her pussy, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly. God, even pregnant she was the sexiest broad in Oakland! Still, it was obvious that something was bothering her; she was shaking like a leaf and her deep blue eyes were full and glassy ... as if she'd been crying.
He sat down beside her then, his muscular young arm encircling her narrow shoulders protectively. "What's wrong, baby," he soothed, placing a finger beneath her chin and turning her face towards him. "Is it the job? Listen, I got a lead on a warehouseman's job at a winery in Mendocino; thought I'd run out there tomorrow and see about it ... Sounds good?"
"Oh, Bob," Judy sobbed expertly. "I'm so ashamed!"
"About what?" Bob tightened his grip. "I-I didn't have a doctor's appointment today, Bob ... I went out and got myself laid!"
"You what?" Bob stammered incredulously. "I went out and got fucked, Bob ... And I loved every minute of it!" She was almost defiant now in her desperate need to "come clean" about her infidelity. "I'm sick, Bob ... I need help ... All a guy has to do is pull his penis out of his pants and I'll do anything he asks me to!"
"Sweet fucking Jesus," the young husband choked, "you really mean it, don't you, Judy!"
"Oh, Bob ... C-Can you ever forgive me?"
Bob felt the bile rise in his throat and he chased it down quickly with half a Rusty Nail. Good Christ, what a predicament this is! he reflected in tortured silence. And yet, oddly, the mixture of her near nakedness and her blatant confession caused his prick to jerk traitorously in his slacks. "Who, Judy?" he managed at length. "W-Who'd you do it with?"
Judy Greenwell, ever the expert young actress, turned again to her husband and buried her face against his shoulder, more to hide the beginnings of a small smile than a gesture of sincere remorse. "It was ... It was Gerald Dearing," she sobbed. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry____" Inexplicably, the thought of his beautiful pregnant bride riding the long fat cock of her lecherous former employer caused the young husband to come to full erection. "D-Did you like it?" he stammered.
"I loved it," she sobbed. "Oh God, he's hung like a gorse and he made me get down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me dog-style and ... and, forgive me, darling, it was wonderful!"
"I-I guess you couldn't help yourself, Judy," Bob offered generously. He supposed he should be angry maybe even go down to The Silver Goose and punch Gerald Dearing's fat face in but he couldn't ... not yet ... Sweet Jesus, the whole bizarre situation was turning him on like nothing had before! "T-Tell me about it, Judy," he encouraged her, tossing down the rest of his drink. "Tell me milling!"
Judy's small smile broadened into an open grin against her husband's shirt collar as, casually, she let her long-fingered right hand drop to the prominent bulge in his trousers. "Oh, darling," she gushed in mock surprise, "you have an erection! ... D-Did I turn you on?"
Suddenly, Bob raised her face to his again, kissing her hard as he forced her back on the bed. Instantly, his fingers were probing the still-creamy depths of her well-fucked cunt as he found himself whispering hotly, "You little slut, you knew damn well you'd turn me on with a story like that, didn't you!"
"Yes," she cooed, "but it's not a story; I really did screw Gerald, and I really loved it, too ... But then, I knew you'd understand, 'cause your feet are made of clay, too ... And that's why I love you."
"What do you mean, my 'feet are made of clay'?" Bob queried playfully as he reached for Judy's bra straps.
"I'm talking about your mother, dummy," Judy parried. "I saw the way you were looking at her chest at the dinner table last night."
"Hey, c'mon, Judy!" Bob protested, his cheeks flushing hotly. "I was just admiring her sweater."
"She wasn't wearing a sweater, and you know it, you awful horny-person ... Your eyes never got past her cleavage!"
It took only a moment for Bob to sit up and pull off his clothes. He dropped his shirt, trousers, and shorts in a heap on the floor and then lay back down on the bed beside her. Judy raised herself up on one elbow and looked down at his massively pulsating penis standing out in rigid erection over his flat belly.
"MMMmmm!" she piped, lowering her eyes down its long thick length. "It looks bigger tonight, for some reason stiffer and thicker, too! Why I think I'm going to kiss it ... or suck it!"
Her burning gaze swept from the throbbing cock-head down to his cum-filled balls cradled between his muscular thighs. Suddenly, she leaned forward and wrapped her fingers tightly around the rigid shaft of hot male flesh. Bob groaned, heaving his weight toward her.
Laughing, Judy released her hold on her husband's cock and rolled nakedly to one side of the bed. "Do you want to suck it, or not, Judy!" he spat impatiently. "Let me hear what you'd like to do to your mother first!" she teased, wrinkling her pert little nose at him. "Jesus!" he blustered. "You get me all heated up and ready to fuck you in the mouth, and look at yourself ... You're just a goddamn cock-teaser!"
"If you'd really like to fuck her, maybe I can help," she said, squirming seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed. "After all, I am a woman."
"Good Christ, Judy, Mom's not like that!"
"You wanna bet?" Judy countered, seductively rolling back to grasp his ceiling-pointed cock. "With boobs like hers, and that 'little-boy' ass ... don't make me laugh!" She scooted closer then, brushing a wandering strand of sunburst hair from her mischievous blue eyes as she bent down to give the leaking purple head of his cock a preliminary kiss. "I'll bet you a buck she's not at the movies right now, either ... I'll bet she went out and got herself picked up by some handsome young stud with a huge cock!"
"You really are a bitch, aren't you?" Bob squirmed beneath Judy's lathing tongue. "Alright, I'll tell you what I'd like to do to that cow-titted mother of mine ... First, I'd like to screw her between those big white breasts of hers, then maybe make her get down on her hands and knees and...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
With some misgivings, Nancy followed Johnny Kelly up to his sumptuous second-story Bayside digs. Jim, the bartender she'd met earlier at the club, and Cherry, a beautiful black girl and one of the strippers at the lounge, were waiting by the pool for them and they entered as a foursome.
"Well, this is it," Johnny announced proudly, helping the voluptuous dark-haired mother off with her coat. "What do you think of it?"
"It's nice," Nancy commented appreciatively as she stepped down from the foyer into the sunken living room with its enormous free-standing fireplace. "Really nice!"
In a few minutes, Jim and Cherry were already seated behind a coffee table in front of a king-sized bed "Too big to fit in the bedroom," Johnny explained while in front of them stood a bottle of Black-and-White Scotch and an ice bucket. Soft seductive music played from the paneled box of a stereo beside a small bar to one side of the room. It all looked very seductive particularly the mirrored ceiling and wall behind the enormous bed!
Nancy sat down beside Johnny on the couch while Jim, ever the bartender, poured out the drinks. "We'll only be with you for a short while," he slurred. "We've got some unfinished business that needs attending to!"
Cherry ran her well-manicured nails through his shaggy gray-streaked brown hair. "I'm glad you weren't so crude about it, sugar," she purred huskily at him. Then, looking languidly across at Nancy, "He usually makes a reference to his manhood, and that I can't stand!"
"Ya'll mean you don't like the size of it," he mocked her sultry Southern inflection. "Or, is it just too hard for ya'll?"
Cherry let out a lewdly assertive laugh. "There he goes. Don' need much encouragement, do he?" Nancy sipped nervously at her drink. She could still feel the effects of the Pernod and the Peach Brandies they had consumed earlier, but in her state of mind she welcomed the refreshing taste of the Scotch. Still, she was having second thoughts about staying, lessened only superficially by Kelly's reassuring arm around her shoulders.
Cherry was apparently pleased with the way things were working out, and made soft cooing noises against Jim's shoulder as the bartender squirmed closer to the statuesque black stripper who was nearly young enough to be his daughter. Nancy wondered whether the whole evening hadn't been planned around her own seduction. She recalled the Pernod Johnny had given her and the sequence of events began to form a disturbing pattern in her mind.
Kelly reached behind the coffee table and turned up the sound of the stereo. The deep, resonant voice of Brook Benton resounded from the dual stereo speakers across the room. It was strange how a few senseless words of unrequited love from a popular tune could have all kinds of meanings for a person, Nancy thought Those few words reverberated in her mind, bringing back memories of lovemaking with Bill during the first months of their marriage, so long ago. Yet, even now, she could picture him wandering down a street in Minneapolis with one of those little hussies he used to step out with.
The girl would be pretty, right enough, and she would rest her hand lightly on Bill's arm. He would buy her a drink and ... and in a few minutes they would be dancing, just as Jim and Cherry were dancing in front of her right now!
"Feeling down, gorgeous?" Johnny queried abruptly. "You look like someone just shot your hamster!"
"I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand back there. That's ... That's the first time any man other than my husband has touched me. I-I don't know what happened."
"It was pretty exciting, you've got to admit," Kelly laughed. "It just shows you're human, Nancy ... A girl'd have to be made out of Silly-Putty to resist an act like that!"
Nancy laughed in spite of her heartfelt guilt. It was nice talking to Johnny; he seemed to understand her more than the others, and she began to relax for the first time since they'd arrived at his apartment. Even though the young M. C. had caressed her up between her thighs earlier, she supposed he was like any other man trying to take advantage of his date for the evening. He seemed more like a handsome young nephew than someone she had to fear.
She finished her drink, and Johnny rose from the couch and went to the small bar to get another bottle of Scotch and returned to his seat on the couch, making no move toward her. They talked at random for a few minutes, making joking comments on how tight Jim was holding the young black stripper. Then, Nancy became engrossed in watching the couple and hardly noticed when her handsome young escort excused himself to go to the bathroom. As she listened to the music, the young mother couldn't help noticing how close Jim was thrusting his body against Cherry's. She watched as the older man pressed the leanness of his hips into the young negress's pelvis and held his body there for a moment, gyrating his buttocks smoothly back and forth and sliding one hand down to squeeze suggestively at her full rounded ass cheeks Cherry wrapped both her arms around his waist and was pressing firmly on the small of his back with the palms of her tiny hands. Nancy felt a ripple of sensation race through the tender area up between her legs. She felt strange, looking at the intimately dancing couple from this distance without so much as a shrug of embarrassment coming from them. As the bartender shifted slightly away from his girlfriend, Nancy could see the elongated line of his bulging cock pressing through his slacks. It looked huge, almost as though it could burst his fly in all its awesome stiffness!
The bulge pressed hard against Cherry's slacks, touching, Nancy thought, where the black girl's clitoris must be. She brought her drink to her lips and sipped, trying to dull the growing excitement throbbing up between her thighs. One of Cherry's long-nailed hands rode from the roundness of Jim's rock-hard buttocks to the angle of his hip bone. He shifted his weight towards her, and she slid her hand down the front of his pants, coming to rest on the bulge.
Nancy watched as Cherry began a slow tantalizing up-and-down movement over the cock pressing out from beneath Jim's slacks. He made a perceptible rocking motion, arching up on the balls of his feet so that the length of his penis lay aslant the clasping palm of her hand. And then, suddenly, Cherry gripped the clasp of the bartender's fly and pulled down the zipper. With knowing fingers, she wormed her hand inside the bartender's slacks, gripped his massively hardened penis, and pulled it out into the open air of the room where it reared up long and hard between her fingers. His warmly throbbing cock lurched involuntarily into Cherry's hand as she clasped her fingers around its thickness, massaging the fleshy foreskin in smooth jerks until it was pressing hotly against her abdomen.
"Oh sugar, he's so hard!" Cherry laughed as though totally oblivious to Nancy's presence. "Not as hard as it's going to be when I screw the shit out of you with it," Jim bellowed suddenly.
Across the room from them, Nancy was no longer capable of containing the excitement tingling in her wetly pulsating vagina. If she waited a moment longer, Johnny would be back ... and confronting him with Jim and Cherry the way they were now might have tragic consequences! Still, the same caution that had kept her silent in the club restrained her from calling attention to herself now; she tried not to look at the couple, concentrating as much as she could on the soft music coming from the stereo. The lewd couple leaned forward and opened their mouths against each other in a deep soul kiss. In spite of herself, Nancy's eyes flickered down the long thick rod clasped nakedly in the black girl's hand. She could make out the one small pearl of warm male lubricant on the blood-inflated head of his cock as the black girl's fingers slid from the underside of his erect penis and lewdly circled around the tip to probe against the tiny slit at the end. His hands slipped from her smoothly curving buttocks to the side zipper of her slacks. Then, the young mother could see him working the zipper down and tugging at the waistband of her slacks while the lusty negress undulated her hips, wriggling loose from the clinging material. The slacks slipped smoothly down her firm full thighs, falling to her ankles, when she neatly stepped out of them.
"My God," Nancy said involuntarily, the shock of what she was viewing bringing her back to reality. She stood up, grabbing her purse, and headed for the door just as Kelly reentered.
"Leaving so early, gorgeous?" he questioned. "Just when the party's starting?"
"This is too much!" Nancy choked in exasperation. "I've had about all I can stand for one day!" Suddenly, Kelly smiled and pressed his hand against her shoulder, guiding her smoothly backwards to the couch. "Hey, baby," he soothed, "nobody's gonna hurt you!"
Beneath Nancy's protesting plea was a strong desire to stay ... to unburden herself of the feelings of growing rage against her daughter-in-law ... and so, her protests stilled by her own uncertainty, she ended up back on the sofa ... and regretted it immediately!
She looked up to see Jim kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants. Cherry sat on the bed, gazing appreciatively at him ... it was almost as though the two of them were alone! "Will you please show me the way to get out of here?" Nancy whispered harshly. Kelly crossed his arms stubbornly across his chest and stared at her coolly. "Stick around, lady," he said. "You might just learn something!"
"I think I've learned enough for one evening," she returned. Then, she looked up at the almost naked form of the stripper seated before her on the bed. Cherry's blue-black hair fell softly down her back and curled over her shoulders, touching the twin, high-set moons of her breasts. Beneath the transparency of her brassiere, the slight rise of her nipples could be seen, a gentle brown beneath the flimsy white cloth. Jim, his demandingly throbbing cock standing erect against the tightly coiled hairs of his belly, slid across the side of the bed to her. "Now, I've definitely got to go!" Nancy choked and stood up from the couch.
She lurched backward when she felt Kelly's hand curl brutally around her shoulder, pulling her onto the sofa beside him again. "Oh please! ... Now, this is enough, let me go!" she beat her hands against his chest as he pulled her roughly against him. She felt her nipples unexpectedly stiffen when he pressed his lips against her own and splurged his tongue into her mouth. She tried to close her mouth to shut off the brutal invasion, but the will of her body fought against her conscience, and her lips began to open, her tongue fluttering lewdly against the tip of his tongue as it plunged deeply inward.
"Look, gorgeous," Johnny said, breaking contact with her mouth, "you just stay here and watch awhile ... You're a big girl now ... You can handle it!"
Nancy looked warily into his face, searching for reassurance, the uncertainty of her own emotion paralyzing her. Then, turning to the bed again, she started when she saw Cherry now lying spread-eagled at its center, completely naked. Her head was rolling back and forth on the mattress, her beautiful young face contorted in ecstasy.
Jim was kneeling between her widespread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her voluptuously writhing body. Nancy bolted forward, but Kelly's fingers on her shoulder pulled her body back to him. She couldn't move! Johnny's restraining arm and the lewd spectacle of the black girl lying naked before Jim's crouching figure immobilized her. She tried to blot out the obscene picture but she couldn't. She had to look the salacious scene was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled to watch a strange man toying with the nakedly squirming body of a bewitchingly beautiful young black woman.
Nancy reached quickly forward and retrieved her drink, welcoming the sensation of it burning into her stomach and immediately surging into her blood stream. The alcohol she had consumed throughout the evening almost at once was reinforced and took effect again, as though the sip of Black and White Scotch had rekindled something inside her. Her head lightened. Her fingertips tingled and felt warm, and the nipples of her gently uplifting breasts stiffened as her eyes swept back to the black girl's beautiful body.
Cherry really was beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. Even held here in Johnny Kelly's restraining arm, Nancy could appreciate the lush curves of the woman's proud black breasts and the tight arc of her buttocks pressing provocatively on the mattress beneath ... and for a moment, the alcohol-dazed young mother forgot she was being kept here against her will to watch the stripper's ravishment. Adding to her depraved excitement, was the fact that Cherry was actually bold enough to let her date do such a lewd thing in front of others!
Jim, the bartender, was grinning obscenely as he placed himself in position over the naked negress' rapidly rising and falling body, his face hanging within inches of the kinky curling hair that covered her pubic mound below. His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach, and his thumbs massaged for a moment, then pulled outward slowly, parting the hair-lined cuntal lips to expose her moist contrasting pink vaginal slit. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening to her pussy.
Jim's head fell, his face plunging down to the naked Vee between her legs, his tongue slipping from his mouth to lick tantalizingly at the trembling bud of raw nerves at the top of her slit. Cherry's body spasmed, and, momentarily, her thighs jerked together in rapture, ensheathing her boyfriend's head. Her buttocks began a gentle up and down movement on the mattress, reaching up to thrust the wetly glistening slit of her pussy against his face. Jim grasped both her legs and splayed them wide apart, his head nestling down into the angle of them, his mouth and teeth claiming the soft velvety flesh of her inner thighs as he pulled his tongue from her pussy and began licking and biting her defenselessly upraised buttocks.
Nancy's mouth fell open in disbelief as she watched Cherry twisting so lustfully at the depraved sucking of her loins. Her confusion mounted as she watched the two figures lewdly writhing on the bed in front of her. Was this real or a figment of her intoxicated imagination? She couldn't fathom her state of mind, nor could she understand why she was responding so physically to the scene on the bed! She felt almost a part of it, and yet distantly removed from everything, as though she were actually off to one side watching herself reacting to the lewd act of oral love between another unmarried couple.
Nancy's own body began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Cherry's as the black stripper's nakedly groveling body squirmed in obscene surrender to the nerve-shattering licking of the lips and mouth glued to her pussy. Alongside her, she felt Johnny Kelly guiding her hand down over his trousers until it was resting on the belt of his slacks. His other arm extended around her back and touched at the sensitive underside of her right breast; the reverberations of sensations from his softly caressing fingers distracted her from the salacious pressure of his fingers against her hand on his belt ... and then the metallic sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed obscenely through her consciousness.
"Go ahead, touch it ... it won't hurt you," the young M. C. hissed lewdly in her ear.
The sight of Kelly's massively hardened penis jutting out from the coarse black pubic hairs around its thick base stunned the beautiful brunette mother. The tiny slit at the end of the bulbous cock-head seemed to peer up at her, its droplet of clear lubricant gleaming like a pearl in an oyster. Slowly, he drew her hand down from his belt buckle to the excitedly pulsating cock; she offered only token resistance, drawn as much through her own arousal as by the strength of his hand. As her fingertips made their first heated contact, she drew in her breath.
"I can't, please, please, don't make me do this, Johnny," she pleaded, not removing her eyes from the eagerly throbbing penis.
Kelly's other arm began massaging and cupping her ripely quivering breast in a teasing circle, causing her to squirm her buttocks down into the cushion of the couch. She fought a double battle now between one hand holding her fingers closely against the rigidly heated length of his cock, and the other that was kneading the sensitive mounds on her chest. Small warning spasms of pleasure radiated warmly down from her breasts into her tightly clenched thighs, bringing renewed moisture to the silk panties that pressed into Nancy's hotly pulsing cuntal crevice.
Something inside the young mother's mind seemed to snap, leaving her will shattered and left nothing but a desire to be fulfilled, a wanting she'd had all evening long. Slowly, she unclenched her fingers and gently wound them around the thick rubbery shaft.
She did it as Bill had taught her after they had married, holding it below the head and jerking the foreskin up and down gently, but this was different than pulling on her husband's cock ... Johnny's was at least two inches longer and a half an inch thicker! Indeed, she had difficulty fitting her small hand around it without straining her fingers.
Gradually, she fell into an easy motion, sliding her hand up and down his long hardness, feeling an answering throb from the organ as she drew her fingers up against the vein below its lust-swollen head. Then, without volition, she leaned forward, letting him unzip her dress. She released her grip on his hotly throbbing penis long enough for him to pull the snug cotton fabric from her arms and let it drop to her waist beneath her jiggling naked breasts ... then her hand returned quickly to his cock and she continued her lewd ministrations with renewed pleasure. Only moments had passed since she gave in emotionally to him, but already she felt willing to let Kelly slide a hand down from her yearning breasts to probe for wetly heated pussy through her bunched cotton dress. One of his hands kneaded her breasts and swollen beige nipples, while the other moved up under her dress and began lasciviously caressing her moistly pulsating pussy through the slick nylon fabric of her panties.
"Christ, Jim, suck it, lick my puss," she heard Cherry gasp from the bed as the lewd bartender tongued into her pinkly glistening vaginal slit, lowering and raising his head rhythmically while one of his hands squeezed and fondled her erotically jostling breasts above. Slowly, he raised himself from between her legs, sliding up her sweat-soaked body, pausing momentarily to probe the scarlet tip of his enormously thick cock against the swollen chocolate flanges of her pussy; then he continued slithering his lean muscular frame over her squirming young belly until his arms were outstretched on either side of her high-set conical breasts.
Finally he pivoted himself up so that his ass cheeks straddled the succulent ebony mounds.
Nancy could see the black stripper's fleshy breasts squeeze out from under the naked cheeks of Jim's buttocks as he sank down, squashing them on her chest. His massively erect penis stood straight up from his belly, with the turgid rubbery head only inches from her beautiful face. Then he swiveled his hips, forcing her fully ripened lips open with the lust swollen head of his cock. He flexed his lower torso back and forth until several small droplets of cum oozed from his hotly throbbing glans and lubricated the half-open mouth surrounding it "Just look at that beautiful bitch suck," Nancy's handsome young escort breathed in excitement "I-I never saw anyone doing that before tonight ... except my husband. But he just tried ... I wouldn't let him!"
Johnny's head dipped, his wetly ovaled lips sucked around one spiked-out nipple, drawing inward and gnawing his teeth around its lust-stiffened succulence. The eagerly trembling young mother jerked at the sudden sharp pain, then settled back against Kelly's broad shoulder. In blind reaction to the abrupt pulsations of erotic pleasure that tingled down from the firm melons of her breasts, she began jerking vigorously on the M. C.'s lust-distended cock. She could feel the warm droplets of lubricant trickling down from the head to moisten her palm as she eased her hand more softly now up and down its rigid underside. Beneath her he fingered the tight elastic legband of Nancy's panties, stealthily touching the quivering furrow of wet flesh between her hotly throbbing vaginal hump and her thighs.
Nancy could feel the smooth droplets of her own moistness rivuleting from her wetly tingling pussy into the narrow split between her restless buttocks. Quickly then, he reached down to pull her dress completely off. Barely aware of what she was doing, Nancy raised her buttocks, permitting him to remove the light confining material and drop it to the floor.
"Jesus, you're beautiful, gorgeous!" the handsome M. C. exclaimed with an audible intake of breath.
He stood then, his impatiently throbbing cock rearing obscenely out from his fly, and rapidly pulled off his pants and shirt. Nancy's eyes searched hungrily over his large chest covered with curly dark hair and down the flatness of his stomach to the thick turgid shaft of his penis. He thrust his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and drew them down, kicking them against the pile of clothes in front of them.
"Stand up!" he commanded.
Kelly's strong words startled Nancy for a moment. A resurgence of guilt flooded through her ... and the image of Cherry hungrily sucking on Jim's sperm-bloated cock fused with the myriad of sensations and images that had bombarded her consciousness all evening. Still, she stood up from the couch, naked but for her thin nylon panties, her sensually ripened body swaying slightly under the effects of the liquor.
"Lie down on the bed," Johnny instructed. "Next to them!"
"Oh God, I-I can't, Johnny," the young mother protested, her face flushing in embarrassment.
"Lie down, goddam it!"
Nancy's uncertain legs felt suddenly rubbery as she slipped onto the mattress only inches away from the black stripper's naked body spread so lewdly out beneath the bartender. Johnny sat back beside her, but Nancy couldn't tear her eyes away from Cherry's sensuous lips ovaled so tightly around the blood-filled head of Jim's cock.
"Decided to join the party?" the lewd bartender queried as he thrust forward into Cherry's hungrily sucking mouth.
Instantly, Johnny thrust his hands inside the elastic waist band of Nancy's whisper-thin panties from behind. She jerked but turned toward him, lifting her thighs and buttocks to let him peel the filmy garment down over her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks. As he pulled them lower, his free hand moved surely to her naked cuntal mound and touched the quivering bud of her clitoris. Unprompted, the dark-haired young mother raised her ankles above the bed, letting her virile escort slide the last vestige of clothing from her voluptuous full-blown body. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, Nancy's cool slender fingers again went directly to the heated hardness of Johnny Kelly's prick. The young M. C. adjusted his weight so that she was sitting atop his muscular thighs, facing him, with her long lithe legs around his hips. His cock was swaying only inches now from the healthy bush of pubic hair that framed her dripping cunt.
They faced each other, sitting up, their naked bodies jostling from the movement of Jim pistoning in and out of Cherry's mouth beside them. Slowly, Johnny drew the shamelessly aroused young mother's body toward him as he shoved his lust-swollen cock-head against the pinkly parting lips of her pussy. Trembling her expectation, Nancy raised her thighs above Kelly's, spiraling her legs from her seated position around his ass and squirming her wetly throbbing vaginal sheath against the fleshy underside of his hardness.
Johnny's handsome face dipped to suck and nibble gently at one erect nipple and then the other. Again, the young mother squirmed forward, using her buttocks against his thighs, feeling now the heated pulsing of his shaft pressing against the little opening of her pussy. "Now, let me fuck you, gorgeous!" he rasped. "You know fucking-A well you want it as bad as I do...!"
The room seemed to spin before Nancy's startled grey eyes. The younger man's strongly muscled body came into obscene focus, and she felt the hot throbbing tip of his enormous penis sliding back and forth over her wetly flowering cuntal lips ... strange hot flesh touching her where no one but Bill had ever touched her before!
Johnny moaned lustily as his lips moved over Nancy's forty-two inch bust, his eyes hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Now, open your legs wide ... Yeah, that's right ... Now, down flat on your back so we can do it together!"
Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Nancy lay back obediently, feeling his body following hers, his arms stiff, his hands now resting on her shoulders. Lying on her back, she could see the wetly glistening white trunk of the bartender's cock stretching Cherry's dark lips as he thrust in and out of her sucking mouth.
The closeness of the other couple increased her excitement to an unbearable degree. She wondered how Cherry could tame the thickness of his penile enormity inside her mouth; it looked like the poor girl would strangle on it if Jim actually came in her mouth. And, suddenly, that thought too heightened her arousal to the point where she began trembling anew. Then, as Johnny Kelly levered over her, he dropped one hand between their naked bodies and took his hard thick cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the lubricated tip to part the fleshy lips of her cunt.
Nancy turned her head to the side of the mattress, glimpsing Cherry's face contorted around the rigidly pulsing column of Jim's penis, and closed her eyes with a shudder as she felt the soft electrical contact of Johnny's desire-swollen flesh against the sensitive edges of her lust-moistened pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation beneath the young M. C., not even daring to breathe.
And then, he thrust!
"AAAUUURRRGGGHHH!" she gasped, jerking at the first piercing pressure against the taut elastic opening of her hotly throbbing cunt. She whimpered her heartfelt torture as the lust-swollen tip of his cock wormed cruelly through her painfully stretched pussy lips, and felt as though her thighs were ripped apart from the unyielding pressure there. She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but his powerfully driving hips swiveled forward again, skewering his impaling hardness another half inch inside her.
God, he was killing her, and ... and he was enjoying it!
Suddenly, the smile on Kelly's face dissolved into an expression of sheer unbridled lust. Nancy could sense his mood changing ... his emotions catapulting from desire to an insatiable cruel need to ram the thick length of his hotly throbbing cock with all possible force through the moistly dilating walls of her cunt. He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long thick cock slid into her cunt like a rapier plowing through the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls.
"Oh, dear God!" the young mother cried, flailing her lustrous dark hair from side to side in protest against the brutal impalement. Suddenly, she felt her inner muscles collapsing against his penetration, and all resistance disappeared. There was no stopping him now until, with a loud groan, Johnny's bloated balls smacked heavily into the defenselessly upturned cheeks of her buttocks. Nancy had never been so cock-filled in her life, and the young man's penis felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads as he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. His massively swollen thickness lay sunk deep in her belly filling her to the point where she felt certain the dripping apple-like head of it would burst through to pierce her heart. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh as it pressed against the soft flesh of her pussy, enclosed in her moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into the belly of an unsuspecting victim.
Meanwhile, Jim was wildly thrusting the entire lust-inflated length of his cock deep into Cherry's sucking mouth, with each brutal stroke his cum-filled balls slapping obscenely up against her chin. Nancy felt the satiny chocolate flesh of Cherry's arm brush softly against her own, and she wondered how long it would take until the filthy bartender would empty his bloated scrotum into the black girl's warmly sucking oral sheath.
Her answer wasn't long in coming, for even as she watched in obscene fascination, Jim jerked his wildly pulsing cock suddenly out of Cherry's mouth and held the huge, lust-swollen head an inch away. And then, with a deep animal cry, he began to squirt his hot sticky cum directly into her wide-open mouth.
Nancy found herself swallowing in sympathy as Johnny's strong hands slipped down her sides and slid under the soft globes of her grinding buttocks, grasping them cruelly, viciously, one in each hand. She still looked to the side, watching the black girl's face bobbing rapidly up and down on the bartender's penis, trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating load of sperm pumping into her pretty sepia face.
Then, Nancy's attention was drawn back with cruel force to Johnny Kelly thrusting his long thick hardness up between her legs. The pain was gone now ... her legs on either side of his skewering rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Nancy's whole body twitched and writhed in complete abandonment beneath him as she groaned in anguish and need up into the moistness of his mouth and shoved her tongue deep into his throat. All she wanted now was to extinguish the lewd obscene burning sensation that flickered wantonly through her cunt into her belly and up to where it swept out to the tips of her quivering breasts. "Oh God, do it!" she panted.
"Do what, gorgeous? What do you want me to do?" Johnny tightened his hands on the softly pliant moons of her ass. "FUCK MEEE!" she screamed.
The velvety walls of the young mother's vagina grasped the M. C.'s hot stalk of flesh tightly, milking him until she could feel every tiny wrinkle of his cock. Nancy's intoxicated mind reveled in her wickedness, and she screwed her belly up against his pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his balls pressed hard into the wide-stretched anal crevice below her vagina. He rammed forward again, burrowing the length of his cock deeper into the tightly clinging cuntal walls until the head bounced off her cervix. She tightened her buttocks, feeling his hands knead them with greater pressure, and then she raised her ass cheeks off the mattress, screwing her suddenly wild pussy up against his pulsating hardness.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, sliding her legs around his outer thighs and snaking them over his churning buttocks until the balls of her feet rested on the small of his back. "Oh God, fuck me 'til I die!"
Kelly's muscular torso stiffened into a band of steel tendons. He groaned and stabbed his rigid pole of flesh like a hot sword into her wetly pulsating cunt. One of his hands slipped from her undulating buttocks to where his cock was pistoning moistly in and out of her pussy. Johnny played his fingers over Nancy's hot pussy lips clasped tight to his rampaging cock, and felt their softness pulling and giving with each jack-hammer thrust into her. He squeezed and massaged the contracting flesh of her cunt, coaxing tender moans of obscene submission from her lust-constricted throat, feeling at the same time, the ever-widening passage of her vagina palpitating in hungry need as it swallowed his cock to the balls.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Kelly sputtered, quickening his thrusts as she thrashed her lush young body beneath him. "Oh, yessssss, Johnny darling, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!" she intoned, digging her feet harshly into his back.
The tips of her nipples danced lewdly against Kelly's muscular chest, and the ecstatic tingle radiating outward from her nipples mingled in the pit of her stomach with the ripples of pleasure shooting obscenely upward from her cock-impaled vagina.
"Fuck me!" she commanded, gasping, the lewd words and phrases bubbling out of some previously untouched depths of her soul.
She was fast approaching orgasm now and her sensually aroused body became something animal as she writhed and twisted, pulling her legs outward and raising her feet higher up on Johnny Kelly's back as she opened up more and more of her creamy pink crevice to him. Her head flailed from side to side, spilling her ash-brown hair over the mattress in all directions and across her face ... Oh God, how she loved it!
Kelly grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his madly pulsating cock bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. He rammed into her with a relentless onward pressure, plowing the softly clinging walls of flesh before him as he slapped the head of his big thick cock incessantly against the tender ball of her cervix. And then, he was there!
"OOOoooh Christ!" he groaned. "I'm cumming!" Nancy's hotly throbbing pussy clamped down around his thickness and her buttocks rose voluptuously off the bed and she began screwing her cunt wildly in tight ovals around and around, feeling the warm gushes of his wet viscous liquid flooding hotly from his expanding cock. He plowed into her faster, digging deeper until she thought the head of his cock would burst through her womb and come out her mouth. She reached up, up, upward with her straining loins, reaching for her orgasm. And then, it was there ... just within reach!
Suddenly, Nancy lurched back, lifting her body far off the bed in an effort to get as much of Kelly's long thick hardness into her as possible. "OH GOD, I'M CUMMMING!" she screamed. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
She could feel Johnny's sperm-bloated testicles bouncing against the crevice of her upturned buttocks, his talon-like fingers biting into her waspish waist and squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his grip. Her orgiastic secretions gushed wetly around his lust-stiffened cock and then slowly flowed down her wildly trembling thighs.
Kelly tore at her buttocks like a maniac clawing the earth for gold, the twin moons as wide apart as he could pull them in order to watch his wildly jerking cock disappearing into the helpless young mother's moist pink cunt as he empted his balls into her most secret depths.
The whole room was alive with blobs of iridescent color dancing in front of Nancy's eyes in time to the explosions of hot sperm shooting far up into her quivering belly. Her wetly heated vaginal walls clasped and unclasped desperately, squeezing the M. C.'s hotly spurting cock like a milking machine. And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Nancy felt the spent young man pull his still-dripping cock from her cunt and flop over on his back beside her with a loud, "Whew, that was something else, gorgeous! Gimmee a couple minutes to catch my breath and we'll do it again ... Or, maybe you'd like to switch with Jim and Cherry here "
"Take me home," Nancy insisted with authority, her languid eyelids batting back the tears of remorse that threatened to consume her as she stared blankly at the ceiling. "Now!"
"But, I thought "
"Just take me home, Johnny," she sobbed. "Please ... My family will be worried sick!"
CHAPTER NINE
Nancy tossed fitfully on the cramped couch, covering her tousled head with her pillow in a futile attempt to stop the intruding mid-morning light pouring in through the living room window. God, she felt awful ... ached all over ... especially down there. Young Johnny Kelly had given her the most thorough going over she'd had in years, and this morning she was going to pay the price in spades!
"Coffee, Nancy? ... Or, would you rather I called you Mom...?"
Nancy's startled eyes fluttered open to look up at the brightly beaming face as her daughter-in-law set the steaming cup down on the coffee table before her. "I ... Uh, Nancy's fine, Judy ... Where's Bob?"
"He drove down to Mendocino to see about a job in a winery ... He probably won't be back before tonight."
Nancy sat up on the edge of the couch, shielding her nakedness with the bedspread, and took a sip of the morning elixir Judy had brought her. "MMMmmm!" she piped. "That's good!"
Judy sat down beside her, a mocking grin cutting across her pretty blue-eyed face as she laughed, "Had yourself quite a time last night, huh?"
Nancy felt her cheeks burn hotter than the coffee as she deliberately avoided Judy's searching eyes. Then, searching the pile of hastily discarded clothing on the floor beside the couch, she blurted, "I want to get dressed ... Where are my underthings?"
"I threw them in the washer," Judy retorted matter-of-factly. "You know what God-awful stains jism can leave if you don't wash it out right away." Nancy's stomach turned an anxious flip. "W-What are you talking about, Judy!" she stammered. "I-I've just been having a little problem down there, and "
"Ha!" Judy laughed. "You're as healthy as a newborn filly and you know it! ... Besides, I can tell cum when I feel it."
I'll just bet you can! Nancy thought venomously, reaching for her cup. Then, half whispering, "You're one to talk anyway, little girl ... After what I saw you doing at The Silver Goose yesterday afternoon "
"Oh?" Judy feigned. "What did you see me doing, Nancy?" Nancy swallowed a large mouthful of coffee that seared her gullet all the way down. "I-I saw you making love to a ... a fat man!" she blurted. "No you didn't," Judy chuckled.
"I damn well did, you little whore!" Judy's smile lessened somewhat. "We weren't 'making love,' as you so kindly put it," she corrected. "We were fucking. Pure, unadulterated fucking ... Go ahead and say it, Nancy ... From the looks of your panties this morning, I'd say you were a big girl now."
Nancy turned on her sharply. "Why you little tramp, I've got half a mind to "
"To what, Nancy? Tell Bob? You're too late for that; he already knows." Nancy stared at her incredulously. "Y-You're lying, Judy," she softened. "Bob wouldn't stand for that kind of crap!"
"You'd be surprised what kind of 'crap' Bob would stand for, Nancy ... What would you say if I told you that when we made love last night he made me pretend I was you?"
"I-I'd say you were lying!" Nancy stood suddenly, forgetting her nudity as the bedspread fell revealingly from her full-blown body. "Now stop it, Judy!" she demanded. "I ... I don't want to hear anymore!"
Judy's jaw fell slack at the sudden, startling appearance of her mother-in-law's voluptuous naked body. "My God," she stammered breathlessly, "you're really beautiful, Nancy ... No wonder Bob wants to fuck you so bad he can taste it!"
This time it was Nancy's turn to smile, even though her face was still flushed in embarrassment. "What were you expecting, Judy," she queried proudly, "grey hair on my puss?"
Judy's pink tongue darted out of its own volition to wet her lips. "Please don't be angry, Nancy," she pleaded sheepishly, her eyes flickering nervously back and forth from her husband's mother's enormous white breasts to the inviting blanket of brown fur that framed the older woman's cunt. "Sit back down and let's talk," she continued, patting the spot Nancy had just vacated. "After all, we're family now, aren't we? ... I mean, we shouldn't carry on like this, should we ... I am carrying your first grandchild, you know."
Nancy could hardly believe the sudden rapid change that had come over her asp-tongued daughter-in-law. She was practically begging for a second chance! Quietly then, she sat back down and reached again for the bedspread to cover her nudity.
"Please don't!" Judy objected, extending a restraining hand. Then, embarrassedly, "I-I mean, it's okay; we're both girls, aren't we? ... Here, I'll make myself naked, too ... so you won't feel embarrassed." Quickly, she got to her feet and undid the loosely-folded sash that held the front of her worn white terrycloth robe together around her burgeoning waist. 'There!" she announced proudly as she shrugged the simple garment from her narrow shoulders and let it fall to a crumpled heap around her tiny feet. "Now, I'm naked, too!"
Nancy's doe-like grey eyes took in Judy's nudity with critically undivided attention. Pregnant or not, it was obvious what her handsome son had seen in her in the first place; she was gorgeous! Her breasts, high, proud and huge in a conical sort of way, swung out to either side like a pair of poorly braced cannon as the young blonde daughter-in-law sucked in her breath.
"They're not as big and soft as yours," Judy offered as she sat primly back down with her thighs pressed together guardedly. "But all the guys I've ever dated loved to suck them ... Do you like to have yours sucked, too, Nancy?"
Again, Nancy reached for her coffee, this time draining the cup and setting it back down before she dropped it. "What woman doesn't, Judy?" she managed with feigned nonchalance.
Judy gave her a sidelong glance and dimpled prettily. "Do you go out much, Nancy?" she asked innocently. "I mean, here we are practically mother and daughter, and I don't know anything about you!"
"Last night was the first time I've been out since Bill Bob's dad died," Nancy confessed. "Oh God, how can you stand it?" Judy smiled. "I mean, I'd go nuts if I didn't get screwed every couple of days or so!"
"You get used to it."
"Don't you use anything? ... Not even a vibrator or something?"
Nancy opened her mouth to speak, but could find no words. The only sensation she was aware of at that moment was that of her clitoris slipping wetly forward through the enveloping pink folds of her labia.
"I used a vibrator once," Judy announced pleasantly. "It belonged to my 'roomie,' Janie ... before Bob and I got married."
"Oh?" Nancy swallowed dryly, her eyes dropping to the slightly-parting slit between Judy's legs as the younger girl suddenly let her legs fall lazily apart at the thigh.
"Yes," Judy continued. "It was shaped like a man's cock a big man's and I'd sit on my bed just before work you know, trying to get myself in the mood and I'd turn it on and run it up and down the crotchband of my panties ... just let it play there, buzzing and tickling like crazy until I couldn't stand it any longer, and then I'd push my panties aside with the tip of it and spread my legs on the bed and slide it up and down across my clit I'm not bothering you, am I?"
"N-No, go on."
"More coffee?"
"Go on, Judy!"
"And then, well, I'd just sort of jam in my pussy as far as it would go and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze." She gave Nancy a moment to catch her breath, her eyes nearly popping from her skull at the sight of the older woman's huge breasts rising and falling with her rapid breath. Then, she leaned back against the couch and let her long white legs splay widely as she reached down to scissor open the half-parted lips of her pussy with the middle and forefingers of her right hand. "Good Lord, look at that!" she exclaimed as if she'd just discovered a mosquito bite. "My clit got all stiff just talking about it ... You must think I'm an awful whore!"
Nancy's eyes were glued to the inviting spread of Judy's obscenely open crotch as she blustered, "I-I guess you kids are a little more liberal than people were when I was your age, Judy."
The conniving blonde-haired daughter-in-law smiled warmly. "Don't you ever think about doing things with other people ... I mean, just for sex?"
"I've had a daydream or two," Nancy admitted. Oh God, why doesn't she stop rubbing herself down there! "I guess I'm sort of weird about things," Judy droned on. "Love is great, and making it with Bob is something else with that big cock of his Did I tell you he's bigger than Gerald?"
"G-Gerald?"
"The fat guy ... Hey, are you alright, Nancy? ... You look like you're going to faint or something!"
"I-I'm alright, Judy."
"Well, anyway, sometimes I like to do it just because it's wrong maybe evil would be a better word y'know what I mean, Nancy?"
"I think I'm beginning to."
"I mean, I'm not a big brain or anything; I don't know if there's a scientific term for being a 'naughty-britches,' but when Bob told me he wanted to take you to bed I mean, treat his own mother like she was just some tramp he'd picked up in a bar I thought that was the most exciting thing I'd ever heard in my life! ... Isn't that awful?"
In paralyzed silence, Nancy stared with glittering intensity at her daughter-in-law's soft pubic mound. Her breath caught in her lungs. She was unable to take her eyes off Judy's obscenely displayed sex ... where she'd seen the fat man's hot scarlet cock slide in and out the day before ... from which had spurted his overflowing sperm! "Are you sure you're okay?" Judy intoned concernedly.
"I ... I don't know."
Then, as if she'd just discovered a long lost secret, Judy chirped, "Of course you're not alright. How silly of me. How could you be with this right in front of you?" With "this," she arched her pelvis high above the couch. "Isn't this the prettiest little pussy you've ever seen, Nancy? Wouldn't you like to suck it?"
Oh, dear God! Nancy thought, sickened to the heart. I do, I do!
"Go ahead and touch it, Nancy," Judy offered graciously, bracing her hands under the small of her back to support the obscenely arched position. "I don't say 'no' to anybody else; I don't know why I should make an exception in your case!"
Even though her face was flushed a beet red, the brown-haired mother-in-law reached forward with one hand, only to stop indecisively half-way there, only to move again at the pregnant blonde's impatiently snapped, "Go on and stick your fingers in me, Nancy ... everybody does!"
Nancy was trembling like a leaf when the tips of her long-nailed fingers made electrifying contact with her pregnant daughter-in-law's moist pink flesh. Her heart felt like it would pump right through her breast when she inserted first one, then two, then three fingers in Judy's hot young cunt to the palm of her hand.
"Oh yes, Nancy ... like that!" the young blonde cooed as she lowered her buttocks back to the couch and spread her naked thighs as far as they would go. "Just pretend it's yours, and do everything to it that you'd like Bob to do!"
Nancy was almost delirious with the unexpected lust that threatened to consume her as she inserted another finger and began to fuck them in and out of her daughter-in-law's clinging vaginal sheath.
"Oooh, a four-finger girl," Judy moaned delightedly. "Well, that's MMMmmm! okay; Bob is very well hung...!"
Dear God-in-heaven, Nancy's tortured mind fused hotly, I must be as sick as she is ... In twenty minutes, she's got me thinking about screwing my own son and ... Oh, God, I want to suck her!
Like a spider feeling the tell-tale tug of its unsuspecting victim in its well-spun web, Judy reached down gently to touch the alabaster whiteness of Nancy's melonous breasts. She hefted them in her hands as if she were weighing them on a scale, then tugged cruelly on each strawberry nipple in turn with her long-nailed fingers. "You're very beautiful, Nancy," she soothed. "And I don't think we're so unlike as we've been pretending ... You want to fuck Bob, don't you? ... You want to fuck him because he's handsome, because he has a long thick cock ... because it's wonderfully wicked to fuck your own son...!"
"Oh God, yesss!" Nancy blurted suddenly. "I want to fuck Bob ... I want to fuck my own handsome son!"
"What else do you want to do, Nancy?" Judy pressed cruelly. "I-I want to suck you, Judy ... I want to eat you!"
"Then do it, Nancy! Get down on your hands and knees and show me how much you want to be evil with your own stud son!"
"B-But how can we do it?" Nancy intoned breathlessly as she withdrew her lust-slickened fingers and assumed the required position. "Simple, Nancy, you wanted a job at The Silver Goose? Well, take it! ... Believe me, when Bob gets a load of these big cow tits of yours he'll be ready to fuck a skunk!"
"In that case," Nancy offered, "why not offer him the whole damned package?"
"Oh?" Judy smiled. "How do you propose to do that?"
"By going to work at Kelly's Green Room," Nancy stated flatly. "Besides, it pays better." And then, irresistibly, the beautiful young mother buried her face in the pregnant girl's upturned crotch and began to suck at whatever pink flesh found its way into her mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
In the subdued emerald tinted lighting of Kelly's Green Room, the white linen that covered the many intimate tables gleamed like so many stars in the firmament. The walls were draped in velvet of the same Irish green as the table linens, and the geometric pattern of the orange and white entrance carpeting gave way to an enormous green shamrock of the same plush material in the center of the large, but intimate, room. The tables themselves rested on cantilevered tiers suspended on silver chains on the free side around the several-sided area. Directly overhead, swung an enormous chandelier composed of unnumbered shimmering crystal prisms that reflected the misty lighting to infinity. As Judy breathed an inaudible sigh of anticipation, and Bob reached back fondly to touch his wallet in his hip pocket in fond remembrance, the house lights dimmed still further and a handsome, well-dressed young man appeared in the light of an overhead spot at center stage.
"That's Johnny Kelly," Judy announced abruptly over the rim of her Black Russian, "the show must be about to start."
"You know him?" Bob whispered, casting a surreptitious glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was listening.
"Oh, sure," said Judy. "I know everybody on the 'strip' ... Say, you're not losing your word, are you?"
"No," the red-faced young husband protested over his Harvey Wallbanger, "it's just that, well ... I didn't get that job in Mendocino, and this place is kind of out of our league as far as the price of "
"Bullshit," Judy dimpled affectionately. "I already told you Johnny'd pick up the whole ticket, didn't I? ... He's really tickled about Nancy being in the show."
"I know, Judy, but-"
"Shhh! The show's starting now!" After a few preliminary static pops over the P. A. system, and a hastily rendered, "Testing, testing ... two ... six ... nine," on the part of the young M. C., a startled hush came over the audience. Then, assured that he had their undivided attention, Johnny announced, "Ladies and Lechers, Kelly's Green Room is pleased to announce the first public appearance of a young lady who is destined to become one of the biggest names in the business. She has wit, charm, and a pair of knockers that'll knock your socks off. Would you please welcome, Nancy Brown-bush!"
"Brownbush?" Bob sputtered in the darkness. "What kind of name is that?"
"Cute, huh?" Judy piped proudly. "We thought it up when I was helping her with her routine; we thought it was more descriptive than Greenwell!"
As the small combo struck up a brassy rendition of a current bit, the spotlight dimmed, then came back up slowly to candle-brightness, centering on the figure on stage. A tiny tremor of anticipatory excitement coursed up Nancy's spine, as whistles and catcalls ripped through the expanse of the lounge until Johnny Kelly thought he'd have to call the police.
The young M.C. had never seen an audience react to one of the girls so quickly. And he was pretty sure why; this little mother breathed an innocent brand of sex appeal his somewhat jaded patrons found delightfully refreshing. The sheer joy of what she was doing onstage, after five years of being a near sexual recluse, communicated itself to her audience as clearly as the peal bells announce that it's Sunday morning.
She was wearing a simple clinging cocktail dress of midnight black, that stopped just below the knee, yet revealed more by suggestion than absolute nudity itself. The contrasting white swells of her breasts shimmered invitingly above the low-cut bodice and undercupping black lace half-bra, looking for all the world as if they might pop completely free at any given moment. The only other garment she wore was her shoes stack heeled black patent pumps. Almost instantly, every cock in the house and several clitoris' rose to rapid erection. The intimate little lounge went silent then, as the music reached a crescendo, and the erotically reawakened young mother began to unfasten the thin silver zipper that ran the length of her dress in back. With an invitingly lascivious wink at her audience, Nancy let the garment slip gracefully from her unblemished shoulders to puddle on the floor at her feet. Then, standing before the silently awestruck audience in a nearly imperceptible pair of black bikini panties and the beautifully shaping half-bra, she smiled lewdly and reached behind her back to unfasten the bra straps.
The panting crowd stirred restlessly then, as the tiny brassiere slipped away, revealing her succulent pink-nippled breasts in all their proud glory. She lifted them, jiggling, in offering to her watchers. "Kiss 'em!" someone yelled. "Kiss your titties!"
Fortified by a sudden crazy naughtiness that permeated her entire being, Nancy responded instantly to the lewd request, raising first one breast and then the other to her lips. Her pulse was pounding furiously in her excitement over exhibiting her most intimate parts with such dispassionate coolness before a bunch of people she knew intuitively were sizing her up like a cut of beef. She also knew, without a trace of guile, that she had more unmitigated class than all the other girls in the show put together. Look, you lovely horny people! her mind sang joyously. Wouldn't you just love to take me home with you!
Like a naked fashion model, the beautiful young mother displayed her birthday suit to the roomful of panting strangers. From one end of the tiny stage to the other she walked, the spotlight following, as she teetered precariously on the built-up shoes. The lithe, long muscles of her thighs tautened sinuously, the rich white flesh of her ass dimpling in promise with every step she took. The luxuriant dark wealth of her hair swung back and forth like a shimmering curtain in time to the softer melody. Then, she was back at center stage again, full front, the nut-brown wisps of her softly curling pubic hair glistening in the reflected glow of the stage lights.
She squatted. The audience went crazy, then, stock still. Nancy leaned back on her slender arms, her hair touching the floor as she bent her knees, raising her vaginal tract that was no longer hidden from view by the black panties, peeking pinkly below, in lewd offering to an imaginary lover somewhere in the audience....
Long after the lights had lowered again in anticipation of the evening's second performance, young Bob Greenwell stared at the stage where he'd just seen his mother strip with mixed emotions. His eyes seemed filled somehow as he leaned forward to light a cigarette from the glass-encased candle that decorated the center of the small table, and the bulge in his suit pants threatened to tear right through the light gabardine material.
"Wow, that was really some " Judy began as she turned away from the stage to study her young husband's reaction to his mother's performance. Then, sensing his confusion, she gently offered, "Bob, darling, you look like you could use another drink."
Bob inhaled deeply on his Lucky, then let smoke out in short erratic bursts. "Yeah, sure," he agreed, motioning to a passing waitress. "Bring us another round, please!"
"Well, what did you think of the show, Bob?" the young wife tried again after the drinks arrived. Bob took the top off his Wallbanger with a slight slurp, then sat the glass down gingerly and managed a small nervous smile. "I'm going back," he announced importantly.
"Back?" Judy queried incredulously. "You mean backstage?" Bob nodded in the affirmative, then reached forward to crush his cigarette out in the ashtray. "But you can't, Bob ... I mean, not now ... It'll ruin everything!" Bob glared at her impatiently as she hastily added, "You'll ... You'll find Johnny back there!"
"Johnny?"
"Johnny Kelly, the M.C.. He and your mom have, well ... you know."
"Now, I know I'm going back!"
Judy extended a restraining hand across the table, then retracted it immediately. "Alright, Bob," she sighed resignedly. "But, I'm going with you ... If you go back alone in your condition, you'll wind up getting yourself shot!"
Sixty-year-old George Kelly and his handsome nephew, Johnny, were already sitting nakedly at the opposite ends of the enormous couch that lined one wall of the elder Kelly's office when they heard the soft knock on the door. "Johnny?" a sweet female voice queried uncertainly. "Are you in there?
Cherry told me you wanted to see me, and-"
"Come in, Nancy," Johnny called out loudly, setting his drink aside. "Come in and meet your new boss!" Cautiously, Nancy recinched the hastily donned dressing gown that covered her breathtaking nudity, and reached for the door handle.
"Johnny's told me a lot about you," the elder Kelly announced gruffly as she entered the room and shut the door quietly behind her. "And, you did good in the show tonight ... real good!"
Nancy nearly fainted when she turned to face the two naked Kellys seated on the couch before her, sipping martinis as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then, as her gaze flickered from one to the other of them, she realized that both were in a rampant, flaming state of erection!
"I ... Uh, thank you, Mr. Kelly," she blustered. "I-I'm glad you liked the act."
"Take off that fuckin' bathrobe," George Kelly barked suddenly, "I want to get a closer look at you!"
Nancy's wide grey eyes were locked solidly on George Kelly's evil-looking penis, then, as she hesitated but a single heartbeat before shrugging the garment from her shoulders. It was short and stubby like the man himself, but gnarled with age and the efforts of a thousand illicit sexual encounters ... and thick ... God, it was as thick as her ankle!
"Very nice," the lewd older man complimented, "your tits are real honeys!" He reached down to stroke himself then, the tomato-like head of his cock actually squirting out as he drew back the thinly clinging uncircumcised foreskin, then milked it to bring a thick pearl of jism to the surface. "Now," he added lewdly, "turn around and show us your ass!"
This time, Nancy hesitated a little longer.
She'd more or less expected that screwing Johnny would be a pre-condition to her continued employment, but his uncle, too? ... Still, the kids were in trouble and could use the money.
"That's real good, baby," George coughed. "Now, bend over and grab your ankles."
Naked now but for her high-heeled pumps, the luscious young mother again complied, exhibiting her shimmering naked backside and the quivering pink cleft of her sex to the lecherous club owner who was to become her lord-and-master for as long as it took to get Bob and Judy back on their feet again. She was more determined than ever to see the thing through now ... willing to see it through whatever its bizarre conclusion, in the knowledge that her "sacrifice" was for a worthwhile cause. Indeed, one of her biggest regrets in life was that she hadn't been able to help Bob very much financially while he was working his way through the University of Minnesota ... In fact, with the kind of money she'd be making now even with the baby coming he could go on to grad school, maybe even law school like he'd always wanted!
Suddenly, Nancy was aware of a pair of beefy, hairy hands roaming over her dimpled alabaster buttocks at will, parting the peach-spilt crevice of her sex, pinching and probing with lustful abandon. "Get back over to the couch," Johnny Kelly's uncle spat harshly. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style while you suck the kid's prick!"
As they entered George Kelly's huge beam-ceilinged office, Bob Greenwell's eyes stung from the stale cigar smoke that hung in the air like a cloud. He did not immediately recognize his mother. How could he, at first, when all he saw was her naked back, the white ass high in the air and spread lewdly apart by the squat, hairy man who was fucking her dog fashion while her buttocks gyrated wildly under him?
Nancy's long brown hair had fallen loose and hung around her contorted face. Her cheeks regularly bloated and hollowed as she sucked hungrily on the angry red penis that was sticking up into her obscenely ovaled mouth. He stared disbelievingly, stunned into immobility at the incredible sight of his mother with a man's long hard cock between her beautiful wet lips. God, she wasn't fighting it! He could actually see for himself the hungry sucking motion of her cheeks while all the while her ass-cheeks churned in her lewd efforts to capture more of the older man's cock fucking furiously in her gaping, streaming cunt. Oh, Jesus, what had they done to his beautiful, innocent mother? Was it possible that she was enjoying this rape ... this obscene ravishing of her body?
It was quite obvious Nancy had lost control of herself and was now sucking the young nephew willingly while allowing the grey-haired uncle to fuck her dog style. "Look at that," Judy panted hotly beside him. "She's sucking and fucking like she can't get enough cock!"
Bob listened to the lewd wet sucking noises coming from Nancy's mouth as she labored over the man who was under her, and realized that his own little wife was becoming so aroused by the wanton display that she was now removing her own clothing. He alone was sane in all this madness, although his own loins were beginning, inevitably, to heat as he watched the subjugation of his beautiful mother by two total strangers.
His eyes rested on the taut moons of Nancy's buttocks, as they undulated high in the air in her humped-over position. Even as he saw it with his own tormented eyes, he could not believe this nightmarish orgy was actually taking place in front of him. Although he knew well how deep her self-enforced Puritan streak ran, she was not fighting this lewd, horrible rape. It must be rape ... Mom would never willingly let her body be used this way! But, even as young Bob Greenwell prayed that he was right, gurgling moans of pleasure rippled from Nancy's cock-filled mouth.
Great waves of sensation were whirling through Johnny Kelly, centering deep in his balls as he watched the beautiful contorted face of his uncle's newest employee laboring over his lust-hardened penis. His muscles tightened as she strained over his up-thrust cock like any common whore would have done. He arched his back and shoved his throbbing cock even further between her wet sucking lips, watching her take the added length voraciously. He swore and gasped as he felt the boiling pool of semen gather in his balls and come squirting out with measured pressure into the warm cavern of her mouth. She swallowed desperately to keep up with the teeming, sticky flood that spewed from the tip of his cock. As he watched, she kept swallowing until he had emptied the last drop of the white sperm up into her willing mouth.
Roughly, Johnny seized Nancy's hair and forced her head harder against his still convulsively pumping loins while she coughed and swallowed the final spurts of the slippery fluid. As she felt her boss' nephew's spent penis gradually deflating and going soft within her mouth, the hot young mother hungrily licking it for the last precious drops of the sticky fluid. As she released the near-limp organ and delicately licked her pink lips, Nancy was aware of the maddening assault that continued on her cunt and the sensations deep in her belly that cried out for release. In her dazed, impassioned condition, she did not know that her son and his wife had entered the office and was standing only inches away as she raised her lovely lust-distorted face from the young Kelly's satiated loins and gave her full attention to the sixty-year-old club owner fucking into her from behind. She was very near to her own orgasm now and she skewered her hips back onto the impaling cock with small pleading mewls of passion from deep in her heaving chest.
Bob was nearly driven out of his mind from the sight of this horrifying depravity taking place in front of him and the shocking obscenities that burst from his mother's contorted lips. He didn't know she knew such words, or could ever bring herself to utter them! Yet, simultaneously, his own cock was growing rapidly into aching stiffness that bulged the front of his constricting slacks. He took a step forward as Nancy's mouth opened again, this time to emit a muffled scream as she began to toss her head from side to side, flinging the long ash-brown strands of her hair about like whips. But before Bob could interfere to save his mother or separate her from the stranger whose hard thick cock was buried deep in her eagerly sucking cunt, he felt Judy's arms sliding around his waist as she suddenly kissed him and pressed her lithe body sinuously against his. He pushed her head away roughly so that he could go on watching what was being done to his mother, but he let his pregnant wife's arms remain entwined around his muscular young body.
"My mother ... That's my mother!" he choked out the words. "Ahhh," Judy thickly whispered, "never mind ... It'll be okay. Don't stop them now ... See, she's cumming!"
He realized that Nancy was indeed in the beginning of her orgasm, and he gaped as she screwed her buttocks salaciously back against the hard-fucking cock of the grey-haired stranger. She didn't even look like his mother now, all semblance to her sweet puritanical self gone forever. Velvety noises of rapture gurgled in Nancy's throat as she rolled her head in delighted ecstasy. There had never before been anything in her life to equal this pleasure ... when she jammed her cunt up tight against him she found that the intensity of her bliss was almost more than she could stand. Behind her, she knew that George Kelly was ready, too. She could hear his panting gasps as he forced her thighs still wider apart until she was taking all of him and yet her hungry cunt tried to clasp and hold even more of him inside her.
George knew he couldn't hold his climax back much longer, his cock felt ready to rip apart now ... once it started, he couldn't hold it, that was for certain! And then, he heard her begin anew to moan and whimper like some little animal and felt her strong thighs convulse and begin to jerk. "Oh, fuck ... now, now! It's happening ... I'm cummmiiinnnggg...!"
Nancy's mouth fell open and a long wail escaped from her lips as she thrust her pelvis back at him with incredible force, offering him the whole of her greedily sucking vaginal slit to plunder as he wished. As she screwed wildly backward onto his cock he felt the walls of her cunt grow sticky with the gush of her orgiastic fluid, flooding his shaft and balls with warm wetness. Her ecstatic spasms drove him on until he felt his own hot ready sperm streaming through the length of his prick to shoot deep into her quivering belly. His juices spurted out from the top of his cock and bathed the inner walls of her pussy with a rapturous, stimulating warmth. It poured out of him in a seemingly endless stream and as he emptied himself deep into her, she urged him on with more lewd cries of pleasure.
At last, the sated young mother let her body sag forward and rest on the lean hard form of Johnny Kelly, while behind her, the last jabs of his long orgasm completed, the lecherous uncle also slumped forward and withdrew his rapidly deflating penis from the still throbbing, cum-soaked folds of her brown-thatched cunt. Nancy sighed happily; she could feel the warm sticky semen pooling inside her, filling her as Johnny had filled her with the most utter complete joy she'd ever experienced. She felt George's aging, flabby body slipping away from her and when she had recovered enough to move, she too, slid away from Johnny and stretched out full length on the couch, still breathing heavily from her exertions.
Instantly, galvanized into action by what he had just witnessed, Bob Greenwell stepped forward, eyes gleaming as he surveyed his prostrate mother's limp form. "Fuck my hot little wife," he snarled, "if you think you can get it up again ... I'll take care of my mother!"
A murmur of surprise went through the Kellys, and George scrambled hastily to his feet. Where in hell had this punk come from?
"Bob!" Nancy screamed, cringing before his enraged face. Was this only some horrible nightmare, or could it really be her son? Oh God, he was real enough and he had seen everything ... seen her being fucked like some bitch dog while at the same time she'd had Johnny's cock in her mouth! He was straddling her outstretched legs with his own legs planted wide apart and the bulge in the front of his slacks showed that her son was himself aroused from watching the debauchery that had just taken place. His own cock was rock-hard and ready!
Indeed, as he looked down on his naked, frightened mother, Bob was swept by a sudden uncontrollable desire to ram his cock hard up into her exposed, defenseless cunt. His lust was rampant, threatening to overshadow his righteous indignation and all thoughts of possible retribution for her whorish acts. Just the thought of the way he had watched her handle the two men spurred his lust until her could contain himself no longer. She was his mother ... who the hell were these bastards to think they could pass her around between them? If anyone was going to fuck her tonight, it would be Bob Greenwell! Nancy suddenly burst into tears. "I couldn't help it, Bob ... Oh God!"
"Shut up!" he cut off her rising hysteria with his sharp retort. "I want you, just like I've always wanted you. Now, I come here and I find you sucking cocks and sticking your ass up in the air like a goddamn whore. What am I supposed to think? What's a guy supposed to think when he catches his mother doing that?"
"Darling, I can explain it ... I can explain everything, if you'll just listen to me!"
"Shut up, cunt," Bob snapped savagely, slapping her white round buttocks. "Get your ass up there for me, like I saw it a few minutes ago ... We'll talk about it later, after I get through fucking you just like ol' grampa there!"
"Oh, yes, Bob," Nancy choked hastily, scrambling up on all fours again in her anxiety to placate his wrath. As he dropped his pants, Bob smiled evilly ... she was going to get the shit fucked out of her, whether she knew it yet or not!
Nancy looked over her shoulder as her now-naked son bent down over her lewdly exposed buttocks and pussy. She was no longer afraid to see his penis. In fact, she stared at the long thick organ with growing fascination, as it jutted forward at the base of his flat stomach, above his heavy testicles. She would love the taste of it in her mouth, but apparently he did not want that now, for he was leaning over to inspect the still-dripping lips of her vaginal orifice, framed by the nut-brown curls of her pubic hair.
Bob placed his hands on the twin moons of her trembling buttocks and stretched them apart. His eyes rested hungrily on the little puckered ring of Nancy's anus, nestled in her anal crevice just behind the rosy cuntal slit. God, it was a tiny asshole ... didn't look as if it would even take his little finger! As he surveyed the inviting plane of her open crotch, his eyes kept returning to the minute hole ... Goddam it, yes!
Nancy waited for his entrance into her already stretched and lubricated pussy. She felt herself again growing hot with desire. She could take much more sex without tiring, now that she truly understood the intense pleasure to be gained from making love ... she liked to fuck. Shocking, perhaps, but it was true. She didn't even mind that Bob was only using her now to satisfy his rage, and not in a loving way. Even if he was going to be rough with her, she would welcome his mistreatment ... Oh, why didn't he hurry and enter her? She wanted cock, more cock ... filling her to bursting!
Smiling as he thought of the way he would punish his erring mother, Bob moistened his middle finger in the dripping passage of her vagina. As he thrust it up into her passage, Nancy prepared for the even greater girth of her son's hot cock, squirmed with disappointment. The way she felt right now, it would probably take his balled fist to satisfy her raging hunger. Then, she caught her breath in startled surprise as he withdrew his now-lubricated middle finger and abruptly pressed it into the tight little hole of her rectum, barely pausing to tease the tantalizing area before he began to stretch the unyielding entrance.
"Ooohhh!" she squealed, in shock and pain as he pressed forward and popped through the elastic ring that guarded the delicate little hole. "Oooh, stop, Bob! Please, no ... you can't!"
She was totally unprepared for his attempted perversion. God, she remembered that when she was a girl in school there had been whispers, rumors, of such things happening, but Nancy had never really believed them. It was impossible ... a woman couldn't take a man's penis back there ... she would be torn apart!
The pain from Bob's extended middle finger was bad enough. She tried to escape from the torture of the brutal, unnatural invasion, but moving around only made it worse. Now, he deliberately rubbed another finger through the moisture that seeped from her aroused cunt and then stretched the anal muscle to admit this second punishing width. His pretty victim moaned aloud.
"You're hurting me! I can't take it ... I'm too small ... You'll kill me if you try!"
The words changed to a long wailing cry as he sadistically flexed his fingers within the spongy depths of the virginal rectum and began to stretch her tiny rear entrance in preparation for his massive cock that he would soon insert up between his mother's nakedly cringing ass-cheeks.
Nancy clenched the muscles of her quaking moon-like buttocks as she felt a new, rubbery hardness pressing tightly against her unwilling back passage. There was a second of acute agony as her son's lust-swollen penis suddenly popped through the tiny ring and slipped up into her rectum. God help her, he had it inside her now, he would kill her with it ... she could never take it! She moaned and moaned again as the pain spread through her cowering loins.
But, Bob took no notice of her protests, he was far too intent on the maddening pleasure of feeling his cock gripped tightly by the warm constricting sheath. She was incredibly tight, but he'd get it all in there! He looked down with lust-glazed eyes at the sight of his own rigidly erect cock disappearing into his mother's tight little hole, sliding in farther and farther until at last his loins smacked up against her ass-cheeks and his balls dangled lewdly against her pussy. Seizing her hips firmly, he began to fuck her with short strokes that gradually lengthened and increased in speed. He thought he'd go out of his mind with the velvety clasping sensation of her rectum pulling obscenely on him as he pulled the other way.
Nancy gasped with the unbelievable pleasure-pain as she knelt helplessly under his vicious invasion. At first she had felt nothing but excruciating hurt as his massively throbbing cock burst through the spongy resistant flesh and buried itself deep in the warm tight depths of her rectum. As he continued his merciless impaling thrusts she could feel his balls slapping against the moist, open lips of her vagina below, and suddenly the young mother began to derive a strange, masochistic satisfaction from her brutal sodomization. She was now actively taking part in a depravity which she had hardly dared to believe existed. It was actually being done to her ... and by her own son!
Her moaning slackened with lust and as the pain steadily diminished in her anus she began to move her body rhythmically backward and forward in time with Bob's thrusts into her now-bucking ass-cheeks. The thought of this unnatural fucking which was being witnessed by the others sent licentious enjoyment pulsing through her lust-maddened body. She looked back under her body and again watched her breasts sway and jiggle just as they had done when George Kelly was mounting her from behind but this new attack seemed even more exciting ... more filling. She tried to visualize her son's raging penis as it slid ever deeper into the stretched mouth of her anus.
"Oh ... God ... it feels so ... good," she panted to her son. "Oh ... oh, fuck me ... fuck my ass, Bob darling, fuck my ass!"
The filthy words pouring from the lips of his beautiful dark-haired mother incited Bob beyond belief. He pummeled her incessantly with his rock-hard penis while Nancy begged for more and more of it. God, she was insatiable ... never had he fucked a woman who could take him this way! He had just seen her go through one orgasm, could she have another one so soon? His own was getting closer and closer ... he could not keep up such a furious pace much longer, that was for sure ... he'd have to let go and blast her with his hot load of cum ... Jesus, he was going to squirt everything he had right up into her rectum ... at any moment now.
Guttural, animalistic sounds burst from deep within Nancy's throat as her heaving, sweat soaked body jerked and convulsed in its rapid orgiastic rhythm as she screwed her buttocks back frantically on his hard driving cock, seeking to pull more and more of it up into her. Suddenly, the crazed young mother reached down between her legs and shoved a finger up into the patch of her brown pubic hair, and into her hotly streaming pussy. She gasped at the erotic sensation when she realized that through the thin wall separating her rectum and vagina she could actually feel Bob's cock going in and out of her. As the fire in her wildly buffeted loins increased she rammed another finger up into the gaping crevice of her seething vagina, and then another, cramming them into the sticky warmth. She tried desperately to spread her legs wider apart to receive more of her son's sodomizing cock and at the same time drive her fingers deeper up into her pussy ... And then, it happened again!
Bob felt his mother's buttocks begin to contract as he held them in his big hands. While her ass-cheeks milked him frantically, he watched the thick white liquid ooze from her quivering cunt and trickle downward to bathe his cock as it slid in and out of her tight little rectum. Trickles of it ran down the lovely columns of her thighs.
"I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" she wailed, for the second time that evening. "Ooooooh," Bob groaned in mounting ecstasy. "Hold on ... I'm cumming, too...!"
When it came, it was the swiftest, most complete emptying of his hot male seed he'd ever known. The pressure in his balls and cock was unbelievable as the white-hot liquid began to jet from him and spray high up in the spongy depths of her back passage. He filled her and the excess fluid ran down and dripped from her asshole, coating his cock with its pungent smelling slippery wetness. When his jerking penis had completed its last deposit of cum and, milked dry, began to go soft and flaccid, he at last withdrew from his mother's stretched anal opening with a small popping sound. Nancy pitched forward in exhaustion. Her backside glistened, pink flesh gleaming open between her exhausted legs as her satiated body relaxed at last.
What a woman! Bob thought proudly of his mother's performance as he stretched out exhaustedly beside her.
On the far side of the room, he could see Judy down on her hands and knees, giving head to the tomato-crested cock of George Kelly while he sprawled obscenely back in his wingbacked chair, his anxious young nephew masturbating himself slowly as he stood idly by awaiting his own turn. Yessir, Bob smiled smugly, things are going to be a little different from now on!
EPILOGUE Bob Greenwell looked up from his law book just in time to see another grimace cross his young wife's pretty features. "How far apart are the pains now, honey?" he queried concernedly.
"About ten minutes," Judy smiled bravely. "Reckon we ought to call Mom?" Judy shook her head, no. "Let her work, Bob ... There's nothing she can do about this."
"Well, then, how's about grabbing your bag and heading for the hospital?"
"I think that'd be a good idea, Bob," she admitted, struggling to a sitting position on the edge of the couch.
It took only a few minutes to get Judy safely bundled in the car, and as Bob slid in behind the wheel he reached across to lovingly pat the bulge beneath her carcoat. "Well, baby," he announced, "this is it ... Let's hope the first one's a boy!"
"As soon as I go into labor, then you can call Nancy," Judy reflected as he started the engine. "She's done so much for us these past few months."
"Especially these past few weeks, since you've been out of action," Bob winked. "Yeah," Judy sighed as they stopped for a traffic light. "Well, this girl's going to be back in circulation before you know it," she said. "In fact, I'm thinking about trying my hand at Kelly's Green Room as soon as I get my shape back." The words had no sooner left her lips than her face screwed up in another terrible grimace.
"How far, now?" Bob asked, pressing down a little harder on the accelerator. "Eight minutes."
Four minutes later, Bob brought the car to a smooth halt in front of Oakland General. Judy looked over at him and forced a pretty pair of dimples. "I've been thinking, darling," she sighed, "with both Nancy and me working, you could just drop law school and become a man of leisure."
"Not on your life, baby," he beamed, springing around to open the door for her. "Suit yourself, silly," she said.
