George had fucked his boss at least a thousand times, but only in his dreams. Now, following her to her office at just after closing time, he was fucking her again. He was well prepared for it. His dick was good and hard, rubbing warmly against the cloth of his suit pants as he walked in the wake of her gardenia perfume. His hands were tensed and slightly sweating at his sides, all ready to take a firm grasp on her sleek swaying hips and position them just so for the insertion of his cock into a cunt that would be tight and slick and firm, as elegantly beautiful as all the rest of her. His mouth was dry. He'd quench his thirst by dipping his tongue between her carmined lips, and if the eagerness pounding in his boxer shorts did not prevail, he'd take the time to ruck up her skirt and pull down her pants and slide his tongue deeply through a plump slit brimful of creamy nectar before he fucked her.
His cock and his hands and his tongue were ready, but it was his eyes that were doing the job, peeling off her crisp white blouse and bottle green skirt, picking off bits of lacy lingerie one by one, stripping off whispering silk stockings and laying her completely bare from her raven black hair to her painted toenails. All that was in between hair and toes would be his, the olive-skinned perfection of heavy tits and long waist and powerful hips, the sleek serpents of long legs and arms to wrap around him, the classic Grecian features of her face, all twisted with hot passion as he clasped her to him, balls deep in her writhing cunt, pumping quarts of his jism into her while she orgasmed in endless ecstasy. All this was George's, as he followed his boss to her office, but only in his lusting mind.
Hell, he didn't even have time to screw her if she'd wanted to. It was Friday night and he had a date with Debbie, the office receptionist, at eight o'clock, and this left him little enough time to rush home, fix dinner for his daughter Kim, and shower and shave for the date. Actually it was an imposition for his boss to ask him to stay late over some routine matter on this night. His only compensation for it would be the more intense fantasizing that her closeness would bring to him, getting him hornier still for her, making him have to take it out on dippy little Debbie later on. Still and all, it would be the first time he'd been alone with his boss since she'd hired him at Grain Belt Finance Co. two months before, and the excitement of that prospect more than made up for sweet discomfort of carrying a stiff cock around for the next few hours. George entered her office smiling, and she firmly shut the door behind him.
"Sit down, George," she said, very friendly and nice, very close and warm.
He sat on the edge of the chair in front of her massive, modern desk and she sat on the edge of the desk, right in front of him, sleek legs gleaming, skirt up high and tight. And smiling down, she said, "I hope your staying over doesn't inconvenience you. It shouldn't take long."
"Oh, no,!' he quickly said, hands folded in front of his outrageously bulging dick. "I've got plenty of time."
"Oh?" she said, and reached back behind her on the desk, and George looked right up her skirt. Nylon stockings, welts fully packed with tapered thighs, tight black elastic garters, bulge of black panties in the shadows of tawny loins. He was gaping right at her twat, close enough to sniff its musky sweetness, and his prick was straining and oozing against his pants. She turned around with a smoldering cigarette between her glossy red lips and he barely had time to look up before she said, "You've been doing good work here, George. Do you like your job?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Barclay. I ... like it fine," he said, and darted a fast glance at her gorgeous big tits as she lazily stretched, tightening the thin fabric of her blouse.
"It often bores me here," she said. "I often feel like just tossing it all over and running off with someone. But then I don't have anyone. Not even a daughter like you do. Is that a graduation picture of her I saw on your desk?"
"Yes, uh, Kim's just going into the tenth grade," he said, feeling like a tenth grader himself, sitting before a highly admired teacher after school. "She'll be entering high school. In the fall," he lamely explained. She was stunning. She was awesomely alluring.
One pencilled eyebrow went up, and she said, "She hardly looks old enough. Have you another picture of her in your wallet? I'd like to see it."
"Sure," he said, fumbling for his billfold while still trying to hide his steeply tented trousers. He got another good, fast look at her shadowy twat as he fished out his wallet, and his fingers brushed her reaching hand with electric contact as he handed it over.
"Pretty girl," she said, gazing into George's opened wallet, and giving him the chance to squeeze his badly itching cock while he looked up her skirt. He slipped into a fast fantasy, saw himself sliding a warm hand over her silken knee and thigh, over her vibrant living flesh to her bulging twat. It would be nice and wet and swollen. Even the crotchband of her panties would be wet, and he'd have her wetter and hotter still as he boldly, confidently caressed her there. She'd look at him in mock surprise for a moment, then melt and say, 'Oh, George. Maybe I do have someone to run off with.' The fantasy slipped away quicker than it had come on him, though, for she held his stolen postage stamps in her hand and her voice was very cool as she said, "Do you need extra money so badly, or are you just a kleptomaniac."
Beet-red, hot with fear that he tried to turn into indignance, George said, "What are you talking about? Those are mine! I bought 'em myself when I went out to get stamps for the office today."
She waved the twelve one dollar stamps before him, shaking her head, and she said, "Oh, no. You bought them with my petty cash. And you altered the voucher to make the cash box balance. And you've been doing it for the last four or five weeks. You're an office thief, George, and I've caught you at it."
"No," he protested. "Really, I ... I bought those stamps with my own money. For myself. I wouldn't lie to you. I ... I couldn't," he said, looking straight as he could at her deep, penetrating eyes.
"You're right," she softly said. "You couldn't. I'd find you out, just as I found out about others who've tried to lie to me." Hands on the edge of her desk now, she leaned closer, and all his warmth was turning into clammy coldness. Her voice was a murmur as she said, "Tell me, George. You'll feel better for it. Tell me about it, just like little Debbie told me about all the long distance calls she was making. Don't be afraid to tell me. Are you afraid of a slap on the wrist? Or a spanking?" she said with a small, devastating smile.
He'd never felt so flustered in his life. And he still had that terrific hard-on. He felt vastly better, though, when he shrugged and smiled with her and said, "What the hell. Yes, I bought 'em with money from petty cash. I was definitely going to pay it back. I needed the money for, well, I bought my daughter a dress for her graduation dance. She'll probably never even wear it again." He grinned and held out his hand. "Go ahead. Slap my wrist."
She laughed and leaned back. Just the light in her eyes now was more than worth the confession. He was feeling warmly relieved as she reached back behind her again, and he was feeling amused to know that Debbie had been caught with her hand in the till too. But most of all he was feeling super horny now, because his boss's very shapely legs were quite widely spread now, and he had such a clear view of her black satin covered crotch that the exposure couldn't be entirely accidental. She didn't close her legs when she turned around again, and he let his gaze linger a moment before looking up at her eyes again. She was either either the world's biggest tease or she was going to let him screw her, and George was determined it would be the latter.
She held out a slip of paper with typewriting on it. Still smiling, casual, she said, "Sign this. It's just an IOU for the eighty four dollars in stamps you've stolen. Just initial it. Then we'll see about that slap on the wrist, or whatever."
The slip of paper with his intials on it would be terribly incriminating. The open tunnel of flesh and skirt that led to her pussy was terribly distracting. As he reached in his shirt pocket for a pen, he said, "Did you slap Debbie's wrist for those phone calls ... or what?"
She wrinkled her nose and shrugged. "It was amusing at the time."
He licked his lips. He boldly looked her up and down. He'd had a few lesbian fantasies about her too. "Amusing for Debbie or for you?" he said.
She laughed lightly, high heels drummed softly against her desk. "Have her tell you about it some time. Right now, sign that IOU."
"I could lose my job. And a lot of jobs to come."
"That's true. There's always that chance." She stood up, knees not a foot from his, and she languidly stretched. Looming ten feet tall over him, she placed her hands on her hips, rubbed them up and down, then made every hair on his body stand on end by easing her skirt up to her waist. "Sign that paper and then take off these hot panties for me, will you, dear?"
He scribbled his name on it and let it fall to the floor. Her glossy black panties fit smoothly, without a wrinkle. He knocked his chair over backwards in dropping to his knees before her and inserting trembling, clutching fingers inside the tight elastic waistband, against her warm, soft, oily smooth skin.
She laughed at his clumsiness and he didn't care, pulling down her panties to reveal still more of her smooth olive flesh, peeling down her panties to expose the tight, very thin black garter belt that supported her hose.
There was a band of bare flesh between her garter belt and the first soft fringes of her black black pubic hair. It was the most erotic flesh he'd ever seen in his life-so far. He paused with her pants rolled straight across her bush and he placed his lips against that band of flesh. "Mm," she purred, swaying against his hot mouth, "so you like to kiss cunts. I thought you would."
"I'd like to kiss your cunt," he growled, and yanked the pants down to mid thigh and buried his mouth in the richly scented fur.
She pushed him away, leaned back against the desk edge with her nearly bare buttocks and said, "I like to have it kissed. But when I'm ready. Take off my panties, George."
He had to crouch very low before her to do this. At first he tried to make light of it, chuckling and saying, "I feel like I'm in training to be a lady's maid. Should I be in a union for this?" Lift up your foot, will you? God, you've got beautiful legs!"
Heels still planted solidly on the floor, she twisted a finger in his hair and said, "You're not built like the maids I've had. I hope. Have you got a big cock, George? From the lump in your pants, it looks like you do."
He grinned up at her. "Big enough to do you a lot of good."
"Let's see it. I've been looking at that lump walking around the office for too long. Stop what you're doing for a moment and get up and take your pants off."
He was on his feet, pants and shorts down in a flash, while she waited coolly smiling at her desk, skirt bunched about her hips, panties bunched about her ankles, erotic perfection in between. She looked down at his prick poking proudly out through his white shirt tails. Her eyebrow went up and she said, "A nice big one. Good. I want it," she said, and held out her hand.
"Ahh, God, you're terrific," he moaned, as her hand slid the length of his fiery hot cock with the touch of a warm feather. He went to kiss those carmine lips that had occupied so many of his creams and she pushed him away again, bent gracefully, and made him moan and sigh anew as she dabbed her pointed tonguetip over the oozing gaping split in the end of his big pink cockhead. He was actually living things beyond any of his dreams, and he didn't hesitate at all when she straightened up and offered him her lips. He tasted of himself then, repelled for only an instant, then reveling highly in the taste of her darting tongue and her cushiony lips. He was about to crush her to him and overwhelm her with kisses when she pushed back and said, "My panties, George. Did you forget them?"
Her hand slipped from his cock and he was on his knees at once. Now there was no joking about it. She was stunning, perfectly gorgeous and about to be his. Her legs were long and sleek in their silken sheaths, muscular but extremely smooth and shapely, and he saw them from very close up as she daintily lifted a foot to let him ease her high heel out of the clinging black panties. Her cunt was above the level of his eyes, a tufted black triangle set in tawny curves, framed by the thin black garters. Panting, dizzy with desire and with the burden of his big hard cock, he pushed his lips against the fur and smelled deeply of her twat before her hand pushed him down and her voice said, "George, get my panties all the way off."
They tangled on her heel but he got them free and dropped the warm softness on the carpet. He ran trembling hands up and down the outsides of her calves as he gazed up at the twat that was going to be kissed as it never had been kissed before. He told her that too, apparently, because she softly laughed and said, "Yes, by all means do your best. Start at the tops of my stockings."
She sat back on the edge, wood cutting deeply into her buttocks, while George placed rows of warm kisses around the tops of her hose, marveling at how rough the nylon was in comparison to her skin. He could feel the wood cutting into her because at this time he was free to use his hands, run them up and down over the sweeping curves of her hips, use them on her very firm round buttocks as his lips and tongue tasted pure, bare flesh.
Incredibly smooth skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her cunt to his brain, and he knew she could feel his hot breath inside her as his hungry mouth traveled on, upward. "You're good. You don't go too fast," she said, and spread her legs wider. The long, shallow hollows of her groin that led to her pussy were beckoning, but George dutifully returned to place a few more warm kisses at her stocking tops.
"You're making me feel very nice," she said, and gracefully arched fingers went to her pussy to rub it in anticipation of his mouth there. "You're going to have to make me feel very, very nice though, if you expect to keep your job here."
He found he could still laugh as he lifted his head and brushed his lips back and forth through the tufted black. And he spoke directly into her cunt as he said, "I expect to be working at good old Grain Belt for the rest of my life."
"Working for me." she said, and her fingers twisted deep in his hair and his mouth was mashed against cuntlips that were wonderfully soft and full beneath their covering of hair.
"Ahhh," she said. "All-H-H-H," she purred, holding him painfully hard against her, and he felt her shudder and cum, and he loved the feeling of it. Towering passion swept through him and he gripped her hips hard and pushed his tongue hard against the shielding mat of hair, tasting her and thrilling anew. But yet again she pushed him back, small orgasm over with, and said, "Just use your tongue now. No hands on me at all. And no hands on your big cock, either. I'll help you."
Red-tipped fingers parted her hair and exposed her fat cuntlips, absolutely beautiful, and the bold protrusion of her remarkably big clitoris. George had not seen a lot of clits, certainly very few from this close, but he knew that this clit was out of proportion to the size of her and it fascinated him. She knew it fascinated too, for she laid two fingers beside the glistening pink organ, extruded it out between them, and said, "Touch your tongue to that. LICK IT! Make me feel GOOD!"
He didn't touch it, he stabbed it with his tongue, evoking a lovely warm shudder and sigh from her. It was so firm it reminded him of his cock, as hard as it had ever been and sticking up as if looking at what his mouth was doing to this luscious cunt it would soon fuck. Her clit was firm and wet and delicious, and distinctly hotter than any part of a human being's body should be. He stabbed it and swirled his tongue around it, fenced with it while she sighed and squirmed, but when he sank his lips on it to suck it, she again pushed him back, this time saying, "Lick my cunt all over. Keep your tongue stiff and lick me good before you suck me off." Even if he hadn't been so fiendishly excited, he'd still have had to do exactly as she told him.
And when he'd scrunched up closer under her and she'd elevated her thighs a little more to give him better access to her widely split cunt, he found that he loved this very thorough tonguing of her twat. He kept his tongue stuck out as far as he could and moved it all around, over those wonderfully full cuntlips, around and on her thrusting clitoris, down to the portals of her fuck hole, and up inside it. He -rimmed that hole and stabbed inside it again and again, wanting to get her closer to the mood to fuck, and at the same time lusting for more of the pungently sweet juices that flowed so copious from it. She sighed and oohed and aahed and shifted her hips so provocatively that he didn't grow tired of tonguing her twat at all. He was overjoyed when she said, "Touch me now. Play with my hips and my fanny while you're lapping my cunt."
There wasn't a woman in the world who had skin like hers. There was nothing to compare it with, not satin or velvet or oiled silk, and George gave up at mental comparisons and merely sank deeper into the reverie of tactile sensations of his hands on wonderfully curved perfection and his tongue in nectar wet heat. He didn't know how many times he'd brought her to orgasm, but he could feel every one in himself, and each was stronger than the one before it.
"WHEW!" She sighed and pushed him away, took his cheeks in her hands and bent down to face him almost nose to nose. "You're doing a nice job, Georgie," she said, and kissed him on his cunt wet lips. "I might keep you around for a while," she told him, and mashed her mouth down on his, stabbing deep with her tongue, and she made him flinch in a wonderful way by lightly kicking his stiff prick with her foot.
She melted back from him, lips sticking for a moment, and with his face still clasped in her hands she said, "Now lick me and suck me at the same time, darling. Right on my clitoris. Do it very nicely and you can keep your job here ... and you can fuck me. Do you understand? Very nicely. I like to cum."
"I understand, Miss B ... Martha," said George.
Christ, he felt like he'd been given instructions for some stupid office task. He felt like a child, but only for a moment for then his mouth was back on her twat again and his hands were on her ass and she'd lifted her legs over his shoulders to encapsulate him in the luscious warm grotto of her twat. It wasn't a stupid task then and he wasn't a child. He was a man, pleasing a woman to her utmost, and pleasing himself in the doing of it. He sucked on that big clit till it was twice its normally big size, and in that condition he lashed it and lapped it with his tongue in a frenzy of passion. He had her moaning and muttering right away, and as he looked up at her through the black fringe of her bush he saw her leaning back on her desk, tits heaving with her ecstatic contortions, lovely face twisted into a beautiful mask of requited lust.
"God damn you, EAT IT!" she cried. "SUCK IT!" she commanded, yanking him harder still by his hair. He did exactly as he was told, fingers digging into her contorting ass and mouth burrowing deep in her gushing twat. Her powerful soft thighs were quivering and shuddering against his ears, but still he could hear her every moan of deep delight as he sucked voraciously on her hot wet cunt. He could certainly hear it when she wailed, "UH-H-H-H-H! HARDER! Now! NOW! NOW-W-W-W-W-W!!!" He didn't know women came that hard, nor did he know that a man could cum in sympathy, without his prick even being touched.
He was suddenly squirting like a teenager having a wet dream, jism spurting and gushing out of his jerking cock, while he continued to lick and suck on his boss's, his woman's clitoris. His heavy ejaculation was robbing him of his coordination and his mouth was slipping all around between her legs because his ecstasy was so intense. And she wasn't holding him directly on her clit any more. Her peak had passed, her thighs had relaxed on his head, and her crotch had opened wide again as she lay back smiling and rubbing his head. He was fading into blissful exhaustion when she made a purring sound and said, "Nice. Very very nice. And now you can fuck me, good and hard."
He took his wet face from her crotch, panted for a few moments, and said, "Yeah. But I gotta ... rest for a couple minutes. I...."
She sat languidly up, took her legs from around his back, and looked down at the ropy strands of pearly jism on his thighs, on her desk, even up under her buttocks, and she kissed him very warmly and said, "You couldn't hold it, eh? What a naughty boy you are. But your cock's still nice and hard. Put it in me. Stand up and push your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Now."
George moved quickly before it could go soft. He'd dreamed of this so many times, and now that it was finally happening he wasn't in any shape to do it. But as soon as his dick touched the maw of her cunt he felt new inspiration building in him and when he shoved it right up inside her and felt how tight and incredibly hot she was inside, he found himself pumping away with vigor.
The very fresh memory of kissing her twat as he had never before kissed a twat helped keep him going. He relived every wild moment of it as he shoved back and forth, deeper all the time, into an ever more delicious cunt. He knew he couldn't keep it up, though. But her face was right there to be kissed and he could feel those big tits of hers being mashed by his chest and his driving cock didn't show too many signs of going soft.
She purred and she stretched luxuriously, drawing her legs up till he was slamming very deeply into her, and she smiled and said, "I just love to fuck. I'll fuck you some time, but this time I'm going to just lie back and get fucked. Mmmm. Love it. Just love it."
It was unbelievable how deep he was going into her, and how calmly she was taking it. His dick felt two feet long and he could feel every inch of each rapid insertion and withdrawal of it in her hot, hot cunt. The heat of it was stunning, the tightness thrilling, and George felt for a moment he might go on fucking her forever, without a sign of fatigue, until her legs went around him and she said, "Cum with me. Now. NOW-W-W-W!"
"Uh!" The first spurt of his ejaculation was painful, those that followed were relatively meager when compared to the heavy spoutings he'd just experienced, but shit, he was cumming again like a madman, driven on by her high heels jabbing into his bare ass, with all of his hot semen being sucked up and swallowed by a cunt that was working on his prick like a soft wet hand, milking stuff out of him that just couldn't be there to begin with.
"Jesus Christ. My God," he muttered. Hell, her twat continued to grip his slippery dick even when he'd had to quit humping her. She laughed softly, warmly kissed his flaccid lips, and then her cunt went flaccid and he slipped right out of her and fell to the floor on his knees, never so tired in his life, never so happy, with her surely satisfied cunt right there before his heavy-lidded eyes.
She sat up smiling and said, "You'll do. You'll do just fine, as long as you're good," she said, and clasped his face to her jismy cunt, and for the life of him, he couldn't help but like that too.
It only lasted for a moment, though by then time was out of all proportion to him. He existed in a daze while his boss complained about the mess he'd made with his spontaneous ejaculation. She had him pick up her fallen panties and wipe himself and her and her desk clean with them, and when she stood up and straightened her skirt, she looked as if nothing at all had happened between them. He felt as if he'd spent a night in a Viennese whorehouse, disheveled, exhausted, reeking of sex. He was carrying his pants and shorts and her soiled panties as she led him to the door.
"Hurry home now. Keep my panties as a souvenir, a reminder of more good times to come," she said. "But go on home now and get ready for your date with Debbie. Have a good time with her. And tomorrow morning, oh, about ten, you're to come over for a swim and some fun at my place. It's in the book. Ten o'clock," she said, and kissed him. "Don't be late. And don't come without your daughter Kim."
CHAPTER TWO
George drove home in a dazed condition, mind trying to race but only getting more confused. Why the hell had he stolen those stamps? Why had he confessed to it so readily? Had his boss really screwed him silly or was that just his fantasies coming to life? Had he really groveled at her feet, and liked it? What kind of a punishment had she meted out to Debbie for her long distance phone calls, and how the hell had she known he had a date with Debbie that night? All sorts of unanswered questions jammed together in his brain, but the biggest one was-what did Martha Barclay have in mind when she insisted he bring his fourteen-year-old daughter along? He settled down to sort things out while he drove.
He'd stolen the stamps because he needed a little extra money. It wasn't easy raising a daughter all by yourself. He'd confessed because, well, he was basically an honest man. And perhaps because he'd subconsciously wanted to get caught. If getting screwed silly was his punishment, then he was glad he'd stolen them and doubly glad he'd confessed. Of course he hadn't enjoyed the groveling side of it, but at the time it had simply happened, and it wouldn't happen again. He would dutifully service her, the horny bitch, and he'd enjoy it, but there'd be no more getting down on his knees to lick her twat unless he really felt like it. He grinned crookedly, wondering if that sort of thing had been a part of Debbie's punishment, but the grin didn't last long. Martha was the strong sort of woman who could indeed be a lesbian, and if so he wasn't about to let his daughter get close to her. The picture of Debbie going down on her was disgusting when he dwelt on it, the very notion of Kim going sixty-nine with her was enough to turn his stomach. He shook his head to clear it and drove on, deciding that perhaps Martha Barclay was in love with him, and if so, she'd quite naturally want to meet the other female in his life, his daughter.
He parked his Beetle in front of the apartment house, brushed back his tousled hair, straightened up his clothing again. He was still so excited from it all that it felt like his dick might spring up hard at any moment as he got out and headed homeward. He'd have to hurry if he wasn't going to be late for his date with Debbie, a date on which he'd do all he could to learn more about his sex-hungry boss. The door to the apartment was open, and he hurried in to find Kim in her familiar place, before the TV.
She was dressed in a tight, holey tank top through which her fair skin shone through, and tight yellow lastex bikini bottoms. She had her red plastic bracelet round her left upper arm and she was brushing out her long, dark blonde hair. As he entered she smiled, set down the brush, and said, "Hi, Nanny."
"Hi yourself, Punkin," said he, using a favorite nickname, and held out his arms to her.
She got up and came at him, swinging her lithe little hips, drawing down the tank top till it was stretched drum tight over her insistently pointing young titties. His cock was standing good and hard again as she melted into his arms, plastering her youth against him, and sucking his tongue deep within her mouth. Her making it with his boss was a horrible thought, and George pushed it away again as he broke the kiss and fondled her ass in a fatherly way and said, "Have a good day, Kimmy-Poo?"
"It wasn't bad," she said, exploring the girth and length of his hidden erection with her teenaged hand. "Nave Robbinth came over anfter thnool and we thcrewed and looked at linelevision together. Hollywood Thwares wath weewee hiwariouth."
"Weewee hiwariouth?" George mimicked. "You can talk better than that, Kim."
"Like thnit I can!" she angrily said. "If nyou don't wike the way I talk, nuzz off. And thnop calling me Kim. My name is Metty."
"I must have the wrong apartment," said George, and eased himself out the door despite her fevered protests.
He felt hugely relieved in the hall. There was no way in the world he and Miss Barclay could make it with a harelip daughter around yelling, "Thcrew me! Thcrew me!" Stupid mistake, walking into the wrong apartment, but an understandable one in his current state of confusion and shock. He went up one flight more of stairs and entered his apartment.
Kim was in her familiar place before the TV, brushing out her long dark blonde hair, smiling at him as he entered. She had on her flimsy, holey tank top and a pair of tight lastex yellow bikini bottoms, as she rose and slunk toward him, sensuously licking her perfect pink lips. She pecked him on the lips and said, "You're late and I'm hungry. What's for dinner? And don't tell me it's TV dinners again."
George chuckled and reached with his lips for her dodging mouth. "I've got something big and hard and hot for you tonight, honey," he said. "It's inside my pants, Kim. Want to fish it out?"
She sighed and tried to turn away, saying, "I'll get out some TV dinners."
He caught her and crushed her to him, suddenly enraged he couldn't turn her on, but still feeling soft and fatherly toward her. Then it happened. She came on with a dandy, like eight inches of new sailcloth being ripped down the middle. It was as dry as an autumn day, but it had the power in it that sent George reeling backward blinking and coughing.
Even as he wiped the tears from his eyes she was crouching down, inhaling deeply through flaring nostrils, color coming to her cheeks. He waved a hand back and forth through the crusted air and she said, "Don't blow it away. It's a groovy one."
"Jesus, how am I going to introduce you to my boss," he said in muttered desperation, and she was in his arms of her own accord now, giggling and writhing against him and purring and kissing him and saying, "Hug me, Daddio. Squeeze me good."
"I won't do that any more!" he said. "I can't!" he cried, and pushed her away.
He had his hand on the doorknob when the second one came. With her lovely face all twisted with effort she cut loose with one that sounded like a ripe watermelon hitting the sidewalk from three stories up. She uttered a shriek of shrill ecstasy and fell on the floor frantically clutching at her crotch, and George sadly shook his head and left.
This time he went to an entirely new but nevertheless familiar looking neighborhood, and once again was thinking about his daughter and his boss horsing around together as he mounted the stairs. It was a fiendishly terrible thought. The very notion of Kim going 69 with Martha Barclay was horrifying.
But of course that couldn't happen. Martha was male-oriented. She'd proven that during the past half hour in her office. Any lesbianism on her part was just a product of Geroge's warped imagination. He'd prove that to his satisfaction tonight, when he got Debbie to open up about every single thing that had gone on between her and their boss. There was nothing to worry about. Inviting a fourteen-year-old girl to go swimming was perfectly innocent. For some strange reason Martha Barclay had the hots for him, and she was being most considerate in including his daughter Kim in her invitation. George was feeling good about the whole thing as he parked his VW Beetle at the curb and strode toward the apartment building.
The building was not well maintained, but the rent was cheap, something he could afford for Kim and himself on what was left of his modest salary after paying the debts his runaway wife had racked up. Another year and he could afford something nicer, but for now the third floor apartment would do. Maybe less than a year if he played his cards right with his boss. He entered the apartment to find Kim in her usual place, curled up in his easy chair before the television set. There were magazines, comic books, a half finished coke, and little bottles and tubes of make-up spread out around her but these she left to bounce up and greet him.
She looked as impishly adorable as ever she had. She was wearing a thin white cotton tank top and the yellow lastex bottoms of her bikini swim suit. She had rows of bright beads around her neck and a red plastic bracelet round her left upper arm. Her long, light brown hair was brushed out with an artful touch of disarray and her small, full lips gleamed with pink lip gloss as she came to kiss him. Her lips were cool and sweet as they touched his, and her waist was very tiny and lithe in his hands. She was frowning slightly as she drew back, and this was accentuated by the dark eyeliner she'd used which gave her the appearance of being older than she was. She brushed back bangs that reached almost to her large blue eyes and said, "You've been kissing some girl on the way home, haven't you, Daddy. You taste like perfume."
"N-No, I ... I just...." He smiled and shrugged. At least Martha's perfume covered the taste of her pussy. He said, "I kissed Debbie goodbye at the office. No big deal."
"Oh, I know. It's okay. You're taking her out tonight, aren't you? Good, you ought to get out." She grinned and pulled her tank top down tight, very clearly outlining two hard little nipples through the thin cloth, and she said, "I wish some boy would ask me out."
He looked down at her absolutely cunning shape. Diminutive but growing breasts, apple round now and surely someday as prominently perfect as her mother's. Volleyball round hips that she already knew how to switch when she walked. Lovely little arms and legs, plus that pixy face, all packed into five feet of teenaged energy. And he shook his head and said, "Who'd want to take out a little kid like you?"
She stuck out her fine little tits and her pink little tongue at him and flounced off toward the kitchen, showing off her hip-switching in her tight yellow briefs. His kid was so normal that it was ludicrous thinking about her and Martha Barclay. He sighed and took off his coat and called after her, "I'm going to grab a quick shower while you mix my drink."
"It'll be ready. Just the way you like it."
George quickly showered and shaved. His dick hung swollen and heavy through it all, still engorged with the blood of passion he'd known with Martha Barclay. If one taste of her twat would do that, steady fucking might give him a perpetual hard-on. Her scent was gone from him but the half-hard lingered on when he'd donned his short terrycloth robe and went out for his martini.
He flopped down in his big chair and Kim served him with a flourish. She was so damned cute, and so ready to be turned into a woman by some fortunate young man. She wasn't too bright, but with her looks and energy and personality, she'd do just fine in life. Being around a successful woman like his boss wouldn't hurt her. And, hell, she was probably too young to even get turned on by sex yet.
"Where you going with your date tonight?" she asked, hovering over his chair.
He set his drink down, grinned. He patted his lap and said, "Sit down and I'll tell you all about it."
Kim plopped right down-nothing shy about her-and squirmed about making herself comfortable while George told an outrageous tale about what he was going to do on his date that night. She was a beautiful little animal. Her skin still had that babyish texture to it, but there wasn't anything babyish about the way she was developing. There was a wonderful firmness to her compact little body but at the same time it was very soft and cuddly. And Kim loved to cuddle. She kissed his brow and stroked his hair and giggled while he spun his amusing tale and petted and hugged her in return. He couldn't help but feel of her hard little titties while he was tickling her and of course his prick got fully hard under her squirming bottom as they enjoyed their evening hour together. When he felt something considerably more sinful than a hard cock stirring within him he had her get up from his lap, and while she pouted prettily he stayed there to finish his drink and cool off.
She really was adorable, and a little more mature than he'd thought. Of course she wasn't yet mature enough to feel any real sexual desire in herself, but she was sure able to stir that up in a man. Or in an aberrant woman. But no, Martha Barclay was straight. She'd proved that beyond a doubt with him that day. She was a little on the bossy side perhaps, but that was a part of her personality more than a part of her sexuality. And she'd never ever try to fool around with his daughter, no matter what kind of blackmail she held over his head. People didn't do things like that. Debbie's punishment had probably been no more than a good tongue-lashing. A good scolding, that is. He'd find out about that soon enough, for he had no compunction at all about using whatever means were necessary to get a girl like Debbie to open up. Again he erased the fantasy of Martha trying to seduce Kim, and he rose from his chair with half a hard-on, prepared a hasty dinner for his daughter, dressed and left for his date.
Debbie didn't live far away. She was a cute little thing who lived in a cute little bachelorette apartment and wasn't very artful about wanting to snare a husband, even if he was ten years her senior and had a teenage daughter. She was docile enough but too giddy for George. She was a good-looking little trick, on the petite side, with long chestnut hair and a pretty, wide-eyed, smiling face. Her ass was a trifle large and her tits were a trifle small, but she had a damned nice figure and she pretty well knew how to use it in bed. He'd fucked her on their second date, the last one, and he had every intention of fucking her tonight. But more important he wanted to find out exactly what had happened between Martha and her over those phone calls.
Debbie didn't look bad that night. She was wearing platform shoes, beige pants and a patterned blouse. The pants were bell-bottomed, high-waisted, and tight enough and thin enough to show for sure she wasn't wearing anything at all under them. Her bright blouse was long-sleeved and had a tailored collar, and it was loosely tied in the front to show a creamy cleavage that had to be partially due to a padded bra. The minute he picked her up George began playing with her tits and her ass, and by the time they got to the restaurant she was already all giddy and gushy and soft. He softened her up some more with drinks, wine with dinner, and creme de menthe afterward. By the time he was driving her home she was half smashed, climbing all over him, and wholly ready to be fucked good and proper. But George wasn't about to fuck her yet.
All during dinner he'd brought up their boss as a subject of conversation, even though it was an obviously distasteful one to Debbie. Up in Debbie's apartment, with her squirming her butt hotly on the couch while she gnawed on his shoulder, he said, "What is it you've got against Miss Barclay, anyway?"
"She's a bitch," said Debbie, and loosened his tie.
"She's always been nice to me," George countered. "What did she ever do to you?"
"What didn't she do," Debbie archly said, inflaming George's curiosity even more. "She's mean. She's cruel. I HATE her."
"The way you two get your heads together at times, it doesn't look like you hate her. If you do, why don't you quit?"
"She won't let me," Debbie angrily said. Then more angrily still, "Why don't you quit talking about her?"
"Baby, nothing to get all upset about." George was all soothing and fondling again. Christ, he had her so hot she was ready to crawl out of her skin, ready to do just about anything for some of that big cock that she knew hung heavy in his pants. He coaxed and he wheedled with her even as he played with her padded tits and stroked her steamy loins, and at last he was rewarded by her saying, "She spanked me once, God damn her soul! And I'll get even with her for that if it's the last thing I ever do. Can you imagine? She spanked me, a grown woman and she spanked me!"
Intrigued as much as shocked, George was all sympathy now. And in her drunken anger Debbie ate it right up. Soon she was ranting at their boss, her lust forgotten for the moment, and George deftly egged her on.
"Why did she do such a thing?" he asked, looking appalled.
"For no reason at all! I didn't do anything at all!"
"Then why did you let her do it, Deb?"
"She said I'd never get another job again if I didn't let her. She accused me of making long distance phone calls. Can you imagine?"
"I can't at all," he said. "Where did she spank you?"
She looked at him in exasperation and squirmed in a different way on the couch. "Figure that out for yourself."
He grinned and slid his hand down over her very nicely curved hip to her long oval buttocks and said, "Really warmed your bottom for you, eh? Did she do it on your bare ass? Did she make you take your panties down?"
Debbie paused, nodded, then hung her head, and George kept on stroking her butt and fondling her thigh, highly amused at the thought of Martha Barclay trying to spank him as punishment for his petty thefts.
"Did she play with your fanny a little bit first? Eh? Did she, Deb?"
She paused longer, face still hidden, took several deep breaths and muttered, "Of course not." Then she looked up at him and almost whined in saying, "George, let's go to bed. Now?"
"In a minute. You'll get all the cock you want tonight, kiddo. All the cock you deserve. But this thing about Martha interests me. Where did she do it? At her place? At the office?"
"George, I don't wanna talk about it!" she said.
"But I'm curious," he insisted. "It's something I ought to know about. So it won't happen again. Just tell me about it, Debbie, all about it, and then we'll go to bed and I'll kiss that pretty pussy of yours and do all sorts of good things to it with my cock, eh?" She was panting and writhing, barely able to control her hot lusts for him, and he kept up the wheedling words and the erotic caresses until at last it all combined to melt her last resistances.
"It was awful," she murmured. "It made me sick at my stomach. I had to go in her office. After everybody else was gone home. You didn't work there then. Long argument. I guess I cried. I sure did cry. No sympathy at all. What's a few rotten phone calls? Shit, she can afford it. I told-her I did it. She made me sign a paper. Shit, George, I was scared half to death by then!" she said, and looked up at him for more of his sympathy.
"Of course you were. And then she said she was going to spank you, and she did. How did she do it.
Tell me. Show me."
"Show you?!? Y-You're not going to spank me, are you?"
"Of course not. I promise I won't do that to you," he said, and kissed her trembling lips, and urged her on till she was standing up before him, head hung, biting her underlip, unzipping her tight beige slacks.
Defiantly then she pushed her pants down to mid-thigh, nicely tufted pussy appearing in the middle of young, rounded, white loins and thighs and belly. She bent stiffly at the waist, hands on her knees, and snapped, "She had me stand like this, bare assed, and she beat hell out of me with a goddamned ping pong paddle all covered with sandpaper, that's what she did, the bitch!"
"Tsk, that's a shame," said George, running a hand over delightfully curved, inspiringly warm round butt that he hadn't truly appreciated before. "This is made for better things than spankings," he said, and jerked her slacks lower down her calves and ran his hand up between hotly trembling thighs, while still fondling and patting her upturned white ass.
"Oh, honey," she moaned. Shudders racked through her body and her jelly soft buttocks quivered as she squirmed her hips. "Honey, let's go to bed. You got me so darned worked up I can hardly ... ah-h-h-h," she sighed, as he ran his thumb over her thick wet cuntlips. She was so drunk and hot he felt like laughing at her as she muttered, all bent over with her ass sticking up, "Go to bed. Kiss my pussy a little. You like that. Then fuck me. Fuck me all you want to. Eat me all night long. George, I l-o-o-o-ve you!"
He stood up and said, "Then you better get my dick out, eh?"
She sank to her knees and very clumsily, hastily fumbled open his fly and fished through his shorts till she'd pulled out his long, hard prick. She exclaimed in ecstasy over it and clasped its hard white length to her cheek, then tried to use it as a handle to draw him toward her bedroom.
"Take a suck on it first. Try it out," he said, and steered his hot cock toward her open mouth.
"No, I've never ... MMF!" she said, and then it was in her and George was chuckling at her gagging and choking before she closed her lips on it and started to suck.
She wasn't near the cocksucker that their boss was, but she wasn't doing badly at it. It felt good enough so that he could have creamed in her mouth, but he wasn't there that night entirely for pleasure. The pleasure would certainly come though, one way or another.
"It's not so bad, is it?" he said, releasing the hold he had on her hair.
She backed her mouth off it, panting heavily, held his cock in her hand and licked it and kissed it as she said, "It's good. I ... I like it!"
"And did you like licking Martha's cunt?" he said.
She looked up at him terribly hurt. "I wouldn't do such a thing! Wouldn't even think of it!"
"Did she lick yours?"
"No! She just ... she just spanked me."
"Stand up. Show me where again. Show me how."
"George, let's go to bed," she whined. "You got me so worked up. I sucked on it and everything."
"Get up!" he said. He jerked her to her feet, bent her over double and made her grab her calves. He stroked her lily white ass and ran his hand through the deep groove between her quaking buttocks while she whined and choked back sobs and begged him to take her to bed.
He delved his fingers roughly up her twat, wetting them thoroughly as she gasped and teetered back and forth on her toes. Then he withdrew his hand from her crotch and went to the supremely tempting target of her puckered tan asshole and rudely shoved two fingers in.
"George, not there!" she cried, and tried to twist away.
"Anywhere I want," said he, and held her there with a hand on her ass while he sawed his fingers in and out of her cringing, clinging anus.
"Why does everything have to happen to me," she moaned, and her voice dissolved into blubbering tears.
"You love it. Don't try to deny it," he said, reaming his fingers all around, digging deeper in the soft moist hole between big pinkening mounds of her ass. "Hold your asscheeks open for me," he told her, amazed at his control in the face of the sweeping new excitement now raging in him. "Spread 'em out for me."
"Why can't you just be nice to me?" she sobbed. "Why can't anybody just be nice to me?" she wailed, but she dutifully reached back and parted her soft butts, and George slid another stiff finger up her ass.
She tried to be stoic about it, to simply endure it. He could tell that. He just kept working his fingers in and out, easing them all around, stretching her there. He knew how sensitive a person is there and he knew he wasn't hurting her. He kept talking dirty to her and brushing her bare butt with his cock, and soon enough he could tell she was fighting to conceal her growing enjoyment of it, degrading though it might be to her. But then as he slowed the penetrations of his fingers, she began to move.
"It's not so bad, eh? You could get off this way, couldn't you?"
"Oh, George. Oh, I never DREAMED! OH, GOD," she said in hot anguished tones, and began to arch and twist her butt in earnest as he held his fingers motionless in her asshole.
"Let's go to bed," she panted. "George, LET'S GO TO BED!" she wailed, hips gyrating now, asshole sucking his fingers in and out.
"Let's see if you can get off this way first. Let's see if you can cum," said he, outwardly cool as could be, totally in command, powerful.
"I am! I AM-M-M-M-M-M!" she squealed, and showed him a whole new kind of hip movement, one that got the very most out of those three fingers so deeply up her asshole.
He chuckled and jerked them out, and she uttered a shriek of despair and tried to turn and grab for him. He held her there quite firmly, fitting his pounding cockhead against her sensitized asshole, and shoved it in.
"NO! GEORGE, YOU'RE TOO BIG! OH! OH, MY GOD!!!" she screamed, while he butt-fucked her hard as he could in a fierce rage of animal lust, holding her hard by her perspiring hips and driving the full length of his big hard cock up her ass time and again.
She wailed and screamed in a delirium of ecstasy, and he drove her farther out of her mind by reaching around her heaving hips and grabbing her gushing twat. He was in his own delirium, fucking away without letup while Martha Barclay and his ex-wife and his daughter and every woman he'd ever known went whirling naked through his brain. Cunt juice was streaming down this woman's legs as his fucking drove her down to the carpet, and then he added to the musky stream with a torrent of hot jism that exploded again and in her guts till it was frothing out of her superbly well reamed asshole.
His prick was still dripping when he pulled it out of her asshole, despite her moaning protests, and sat back panting on his haunches. She kept on cumming for a while, writhing helplessly on the floor, feet all tangled up in her pants, face slack, hands clawing at her crotch. He watched, and his prick was quite dead by the time she crawled to him, looked up at him, and murmured, "George. George, I love you."
He laughed and pushed her head down in his groin, and damned if she didn't start sucking him off. He pushed her away, told her he'd see her on Monday, and he straightened his clothing and left at once, ignoring her pleas that he stay.
George's lusts died down, but his scorn for Debbie remained as he drove home. What a worm she was to let herself be spanked like a child. Then to tell someone about it. And to let herself be corn-holed. And to like it, too. Shit, she probably enjoyed the spanking. And she'd probably been disappointed when Martha hadn't forced her into a lesbian embrace. A weak, sick woman, but good for some laughs now and then. Useful, too. He'd learned from her that while Martha had a weird streak of cruelty in her, or the need to discipline people, she wasn't inclined toward her own sex.
Kim would be safe from her. He would too, for he'd never allow himself to be chastised by Martha Barclay, no matter what she held over his head. George was feeling pretty good when he got home, and looking forward to the little family swimming party the next day.
He showered, washed thoroughly, put on his robe, and stole into Kim's bedroom to sit quietly on her bed. Her nightlight was on and she looked both innocent and wanton in repose. She was half girl, half woman, poised between two worlds. Someday she might experiment with the lesbian scene-he had no control over her entire future-but it wouldn't happen with Martha Barclay. He couldn't let it happen. Not even in his mind. George kissed her smooth white brow and went to bed, troubled by another hard-on, but rather proud of himself for the vigorous potency that the day had proved still existed in him.
CHAPTER THREE
Of course Kim didn't want to go swimming at George's boss's house. She didn't want to go there for any reason. "But she's the boss," he reminded her, and pouting, Kim went along with it.
He bought them both new bathing suits on the way, a pink gingham two-piece for Kim and some white boxer trunks for himself. The little shopping trip cheered Kim momentarily, but then she again lapsed into her sulky mood of protest. George of course was terrifically excited at the prospect of getting closer to his boss, getting into her house, just seeing her. He kept up a stream of banter on the way there, but Kim was still sulking when he parked the Volksie in the driveway of Martha Barclay's house. He was a bit frightened too, that he was getting Kim involved in a scene that might not be altogether wholesome and good for her. But he reminded himself that if Martha wanted him as a mate, she'd have to get along with Kim. And if, on the other hand, she wanted Kim, he'd be there to see she didn't get her way.
The house was in a secluded, hilly section of town. It was a ranch style house, so shielded by trees that George couldn't gauge the size of it. It looked expensive, though, as he parked the car and led his daughter to the big front door. Martha Barclay admitted them at once. She was warm and smiling, totally charming, and utterly lovely in a voluminous housecoat made of a gauzy thin flowered material. She kissed George on the cheek in greeting, shook hands with Kim and said how pleased she was to meet her. She laughed and admonished the girl for addressing her as Miss Barclay and she told them both to make themselves completely at home in her house, in every way. When she found out what George had in the bag he was carrying, she took it from his hands and said she'd bought new suits for all of them, the latest style, string suits from Brazil. She gestured expansively about her very comfortable house and said, "Kitchen over there, bathrooms down there, find your own way around and help yourself to anything you'd like. Here are your suits. It's such a beautiful day. Let's change and get out in the sun."
She kissed George's cheek again and he found himself following his daughter down the hall, small package in his hands. Martha's warmth and effervescence were every bit as dazzling as her beauty that morning, and he could hardly wait to get back to her. He was sure the day was going to be a fine one, until he'd stripped off all his clothes in the bathroom and pulled on the bathing suit she'd given him to wear.
There wasn't anything to it. For all the protection it gave him he might as well have been wearing a jockstrap. It was made of a thin, stretchy, satiny material and cut like a woman's bikini. His somewhat swollen cock and his big balls bulged quite visibly through the front panel of it, and most of his asscheeks showed in the back. It came so low on his belly that he had to arrange his cock most carefully inside it, and of course it would show if he got the slightest erection. There was no way he could wear this thing, and to make it all the worse, it was colored brilliant pink. He was about to take it off, dress, and find the bathing suit he'd bought, when he heard girlish giggling through the door. What the hell was going on out there? Was Kim in trouble already? Holding his clothes before him, he had to go and see.
He was brought up short in the living room doorway. Compared to the swim suits the two females had on, his was quite modest. Martha's was bright red and Kim's was emerald green, and now he saw for sure why they called them string suits. There was nothing but string holding tiny patches of stretch material together. Kim's incredibly skimpy bra top made her look as if she was really stacked, and Martha's prominent tits appeared Amazonian in the miniscule bra she had on. The waistbands of their bottoms were nothing but colored string, holding up a small, bulging triangle of cloth in front, while in back there was nothing at all but another string that disappeared down the crack of their buttocks. You could see their asses , completely! It was worse than if they'd been naked. And they were giggling and posturing and posing, turning this way and that to show them off to each other, and to him.
"Aren't they wild?" said Kim, positively sparkling in her good spirits. "They're called string bikinis and they're all the way from Brazil. Martha bought this one just for me. The kids at school would just die if they saw me in it."
"Maybe you'd better wear, ah, the one we bought this morning, honey," said George, distinctly uncomfortable.
"No! I love it!" said Kim, spinning around the thickly carpeted living room, while Martha stood statuesque and near nude, smiling thinly at George.
"Show us how your suit fits, Geroge," she said, and suddenly Kim was at him, tugging at his protectively held clothes, then giggling anew shen she saw how skimpy his suit was, and how pink. She pointed down at him, rocking with laughter so that it looked as if her titties might fall out of her top. She fell back into the circle of Martha's arm and leaned against the smiling woman for support in her mirth, while George stood there helpless, never so embarrassed in his life, fighting vainly against a hard-on nestled hotly against his groin. He knew he should somehow get them both out of there at once, but then Martha Barclay linked her arms in each of their's and led them out through the big glass doors leading to her back yard.
It was all protected by fences and trees. The pool was small, sparkling, inviting, and on its concrete apron was deck furniture, an umbrellaed table, and Martha handed Geroge a paddle and said, "I challenge you first."
"I don't play very well," he murmured.
"Like heck!" said Kim. "He's good, Martha. Beat her, Daddy."
It was no contest. He was playing against too much competition. There was Martha to begin with, forceful and dynamic, coolly slamming the ball every which way, while her big tits jounced and her bulging pussy danced behind their tiny crimson coverings. And there was Kim, almost equally distracting in green, rooting and clapping her hands in the side of his field of vision. And there was his damned hard-on which refused to go away despite his sweating efforts with the elusive white ball. And there was his ping pong paddle, covered with sandpaper and just possibly the one which had been used on another's theif's bare ass. George lost 15-2, dumped the paddle on the table, and reeled off to dive in the pool.
His suit was dragged down to his knees, cock springing free and fully hard in the cold clear water. He frantically righted them, pushed his prick back inside, and watched panting with his chin on the rim of the pool while his boss played games with his daughter.
The two females were impossibly beautiful as they played. Martha was taking it easy on her. They were just lobbing the ball back and forth, laughing and talking like a couple of girls, but looking entirely womanly and graceful in their supremely revealing swimwear. Long straight blonde hair and long wavy black flowed as they kept in constant graceful motion, chasing the ball. Though tiny shoulderstraps came down several times, their dinky little suits remained in place. George hoped they'd stay on them during what looked as if it would be a long, frustrating day.
"You won," said Martha, and tossed down her paddle. She went to meet Kim at the side of the table, linked arms, and led her toward Geroge in the pool, into the brilliant sunlight. "I'm going to put some tanning oil on and pick up some rays before we go swimming. You could use a tan, Kim. This is very good stuff. I'll help you with it."
"I guess it is good," said Kim, looking at the older woman's coppery body with open admiration as she settled down on the towel Martha had spread out. She looked a bit uncomfortable at first as Martha poured oil in her palms and smoothed it on her slim young body. But with the adaptability of youth, and in keeping with her obvious enjoyment of these rich surroundings, she quickly settled down to the luxury of soft hands applying fragrant oil to her skin. George watched closely, looking for any overt fondling of an erogenous zone, but Martha's hands were always clinical in applying the oil and she kept up that girlish banter between them that didn't hold a hint of seducing innuendoes. He watched on while Martha oiled her own magnificent body, smiled warmly back at her when she blew him a kiss, then climbed out of the pool when both females were stretched out on their bellies on the towel.
He spread his own towel and laid on it, his persistent hard-on again concealed. Feigning sleep in the drowsy sun, he listened to their conversation, still entirely innocent, and he looked for contact between them, entirely absent. He might have even dozed a little, but he was fully awake and still feigning sleep when he heard the subject get around to boys.
Kim was lying on her back then, all stretched out, slender and lithe, fair skin agleam with oil. Martha was lying on her side, dark skin equally agleam, lovely dark head propped up on one hand as she smiled down at the pretty teenaged face before her.
"You don't go out with boys much? How come, Kimmy?"
"Oh, I don't know. They're so dumb. So pushy. And Daddy thinks I'm too young. I prob'ly am."
Martha's rich red smile broadened as she looked over Kim's body for the hundredth time, and she said, "You certainly look old enough to me. Have you kissed many boys?"
Kim glanced at her father, face turned toward them but obviously asleep, as he watched them through his eyelashes.
"Just a couple. I guess I liked it," said Kim.
"You guess you liked it?" Martha chuckled. "I love to kiss and be kissed. Do you like to French kiss? Have you?"
Kim's eyes were very wide. She squirmed on her back and said, "Not really."
"Ah," said Martha. "Because you don't know how. French kissing's the best, the very best. Would you like to learn how?"
"Sure. I guess. When I'm ready. You know."
"I know. I was ready at your age. Before. I was thirteen when my older sister taught me how to French kiss."
"Your sister? Really?" Kim's eyes were even wider now, and George knew that his should be wide open and he should be getting them the hell out of there. But what was he spposed to do, jump up and drag his daughter out of his boss's house just because they were talking about kissing? He lay there on his hard-on, still feigning sleep.
"That's the way it is with French kissing. Girls teach girls how to do it, and then when the right boy comes along, the girl teaches him. It's very nice," said Martha, licking her ruby lips. "Is it?"
"Mm-hm. Want to learn?"
Again the look at her father, and still he was fast asleep. He knew that Kim wasn't very bright, and that she was a mischievously adventuresome child, but he gritted his teeth when she got up on her elbows to face the sensuously smiling woman and said, "Yes."
"Fine, Kimmy. Let me see your tongue. Mm, it's so pretty and pink. Now hold it out like that while I touch it with mine. Like this."
Kim began giggling as the serpentine pink tongue approached hers, and ruined this first lesson. Martha giggled with her. They acted so much like silly girls, and looked so much like sensuous women. Again Martha's long tongue approached Kim's, and this time they touched. Again Kim giggled, but so softly that their slowly moving tongues remained in contact. If she hadn't been his daughter, it would have been the sexiest scene he had ever witnessed. They were each fantastically lovely in their string bikinis, and they contrasted so beautifully in age and in coloration and feminine shape. His prick was fully hard, throbbing against the thinly covered hot concrete, and still he feigned sleep as Martha's open mouth slowly and softly descended on Kim's. He saw their nostrils flare and their cheeks sink in and their eyelids flutter closed, and he could almost feel the slithery fencings of their warm sweet tongues. If it had gone on a second longer he would have stopped it, but then Martha drew back, lipstick clinging to Kim's, and asked the girl if she liked it.
"It feels nice. I can see how it would be sexy. With a boy."
"It drives them crazy for you," said Martha, and brought her open mouth down for another long, slow lesson in French kissing.
"It feels real nice," Kim murmured when she could. Her pink lipstick was slightly smeared and mixed with Martha's red, and her outlined eyelids looked heavy and her titties were rising and falling more heavily with her breathing.
"I'd like to see you get good at it," said Martha, and kissed her again, very warmly and sensuously there in the hot morning sun, and laid a soft hand on Kim's very flat, very bare belly. Kim gave a little start, but she stayed with the deep kiss. Martha's hand didn't stray in the direction of her titties or her little pussy, and George swore that if it did, he'd put a stop to this no matter what.
"We used to practice French kissing for what seemed like hours," said Martha. "Here, try this," she said, and drawing back Kim's long hair, she placed her mouth against her ear. Kim's eyes closed and her mouth opened, she licked her lips and softly arched under the hand on her belly, and she murmured, "Oooooo. Weird!"
"But nice?"
"M-hm," said Kim, and turned her face toward Martha's, and reached up and pulled the woman's head down for another kiss on the mouth.
George kept lying there on his agonizing hard-on, telling himself that at any moment it would end. They kept kissing and kissing, sucking tongues and using them in ears and eyes and around each other's noses. Martha still looked cool about it, but Kim was definitely getting aroused, though she surely didn't know what was happening to her. Her little butt was in constant small motion on the towel and her mouth was always open for another kiss, like a hungry bird. She was sweating and breathing very deeply, and her dainty little hand was trembling each time it reached up to draw her teacher into another kiss. Martha's hand was moving in ever wider, very lazy circles on Kim's flat belly and ribcage, and now in the middle of another kiss she slid her long, tawny leg over on top of Kim's. Sexy to look at as it was, it had gone much too far.
George coughed and stretched and woke up. Kim sat quickly erect, and Martha just lay there smiling at him. "Nice nap," he said. "Martha, I'm getting thirsty. How about coming inside with me and we'll make some iced tea or something."
"You know where the kitchen is. Help yourself. Bring us some too."
He shot her a brief glare, smiled warmly, and said, "I'd really appreciate it if you'd come inside with me for a minute."
Martha shrugged and effortlessly rose from the side of George's daughter. She moved with liquid grace toward her house. George followed her, seething with indignation, managing to hide his outrageously bulging hard-on from Kim as he walked in the wake of the leggy brunette.
No sooner inside than he snapped, "What the hell do you mean, kissing my daughter like that?"
"Hush, you won't be neglected," she said, and took his jaw in her hand and gave him a taste of a soft, strong mouth and tongue, already well warmed and sweetened from many kisses. He could have gotten lost in that kiss if he hadn't opened his eyes, looked past Martha's tanned shoulder, and stared at his daughter out there sweating and scissoring her heated thighs together.
He wrenched away. "You've got to cut this out, damn it! I'm not about to sit by while you turn Kim into some sort of a lesbian!"
"Oh, don't be silly," she said, and with deft flip of her hand, sprung his hard white cock out of the tight pink confines of his swim suit.
He gasped and she laughed, stroking it against her hot, oily smooth belly. He had no argument to offer against this, and she kissed him very deeply again while she stroked his hot cock, and all his senses rose right up in a spiral and he couldn't help but cum.
It gushed and squirted between them, and as it did she broke the kiss and spoke quick and sure to him as he gasped and moaned in unholy ecstasy. "I'm not hurting our Kim. I'd never do that. And I'm not hurting you. But believe me, I will if you try to interfere in any way. Just be good, enjoy yourself, and all three of us will enjoy ourselves."
He was still moaning ecstatically, still oozing jism as she bent and sucked his throbbing cock-knob into her mouth. She sucked up his heavy spillings and sent him shooting off to another orgasmic peak of feeling. Every time he came for her, in any way, it was like the end of the world, and now he could do nothing but dumbly nod when she rose and kissed him and told him to make that iced tea.
He stood there swaying, spent, while she left him for his daughter. The flexings of her bare, coppertoned buttocks made her look like an athlete as she gracefully strode toward the waiting girl. She looked like a goddess approaching a lovely golden teenager who'd been chosen for sacrifice. Kim didn't have a chance against such a woman. Neither did he. Kim's welcoming smile was heartbreaking to him as Martha sat down on the towel with her. He ought to go out and put a stop to it all, right now. But shaking his head, he dutifully went into the kitchen to make tea.
CHAPTER FOUR
George put the teakettle on and went to the kitchen sink to wash his dick. Through the window over the sink he could see his daughter and his boss in their string bikinis, talking as they sat on the blanket in the sun. They were sitting up facing each other, long legs pointed in opposite directions. Martha's thin black shoulderstrap fell down as they talked, and Kim looked down as the big-busted brunette righted it. George chewed on his lips. Now that Martha had conquered Kim's mouth, her titties would probably be next. More smiling words were exchanged. Kim looked apprehensively over her shoulder at the house, turned back to Martha, and slipped her little hand under her long black hair to pull the woman into another open-mouthed kiss.
George gloomily washed his dick, dried it with the kitchen towel. He had to do something, but what? When he looked up again they were still kissing, and now as he watched in morbid fascination Martha shifted positions. Sucking mouth still locked on Kim's, she gracefully moved around until they were sitting up side by side. Again her shoulder strap fell down, but this time she didn't bother to fix it as Kim subsided on the towel under the soft pressures of the deep French kiss and Martha followed her down.
Martha's right tit was almost falling out of its tiny bra cup as she eased the weight of her torso half on top of Kim's. Kim's arm snaked farther around Martha's neck and Martha slid her gleaming right leg over Kim's left one. And then it was suddenly happening to Kim, and undoubtedly to Martha as well. The kiss grew fierce, the embrace grew fiercer. Their bodies strained and shuddered together under the hot sun, legs grapevining together, arms pulling hard at each other, mouths growing quickly voracious as unmistakably orgasmic convulsions shivered their near nude bodies and brought their loins into shuddering contact. George was watching his only daughter in orgasm, probably for the first time in her life, and with a damned lesbian. He wanted to weep as he turned to the whistling teakettle.
When he looked again they were both sitting up laughing. Martha's tits were covered and Kim was pushing back her blonde hair, and though she looked excited when she glanced again at the house, she didn't look as if she'd turned into a raging homosexual. Perhaps, George thought, as he went to get ice cubes, it had all been an experiment on Martha's part, and now the experiment was over.
But when he looked again they were at it again, in a way that made him gasp. The leggy lesbian was lying flat on her back and her teenaged protege' was lying on top of her. The pink mouth was sucking very heavily on the red one while fair hands clutched hard at tanned skin. Their tits were mashed hard together, though the lesbian's hands were only playing lightly over the girl's sweating, quivering back. The buttocks on top, so round and sweet, were quivering too, and they were jerking and thrusting in ragged rhythm as time and again the aggressor in this kiss jammed her green-covered pussy hard against the firm tan thigh under it. Now George could almost hear their moans of bliss as they came together, and his hand went unconsciously to his stiff-standing cock to stroke it as he watched to the end of longest, hottest kiss he'd ever seen. He was still stroking it when at last Kim rolled off Martha to lie back on the towel, eyes closed, smiling in supreme contentment. Martha got up on her side, righted her bra top, and smiled down at Kim in lazy triumph while George stuffed his hard-on in his swim suit and finished making the iced tea.
He carried it to them on a tray. "Wake up. Something cold to drink," he called to them with forced cheerfulness from under the awning. They sat up like basking cats as he approached, and as he came closer Martha whispered something in Kim's ear and they were both giggling again.
He stood over them with the tray. "Do you want me to serve it here?"
More whispering, more giggling, and Kim said, "I sure like your new bathing suit, Daddy."
"I think I should have gotten it a size larger," said Martha, and they giggled again as George's face turned crimson while his obscenely bulging cock refused to help him out by dying down.
"Heyh, heh." He chuckled weakly and asked them where they wanted their tea.
Another whisper went from Martha's kiss-swollen lips to Kim's little ear, and Kim tittered and reached toward him, saying, "Those trunks sure are stretchy. What're they made out of, anyway?"
"I'm going to take a swim," he said, and set down the tray and dove in, and the damned things went down to his knees again. He was frantically trying to pull them up and stuff his enormous hard-on in when, still under water, he heard two plunges that told him they'd followed him.
Their bodies were all fuzzy when seen through the water, but nonetheless beautiful. He could identify them by their hair and by the color of their suits, but that was all. He just got his trunks up and his cock inside them when Martha swam down to him, and her lips felt wonderfully warm in the cool water when she gave them to him briefly. She swam on, easing her long shape past his seeking mouth, and George got in one good kiss between her legs before she was past him. He surfaced gasping and shouting, and a game of tag started right away.
Time and again George had to tuck his cock back in his trunks as he chased the squealing women and they chased him. Several times Martha flipped his cock out as she tagged him, and George managed to get in some equally interesting tags on her. He even felt of his daughter's ass and titties a few times in the course of the game, but this couldn't be helped. It all made for a highly interesting game, and to his great amazement, their wonderfully skimpy tops stayed up throughout it. He didn't know who was it when the game spontaneously ended, with him treading water in the deep end of the pool and with the two wetly beautiful women conferring in the shallow end. Both Kim's straps were down and one of Martha's was, but still their tits were partly covered. Now that he'd decided there was little he could do about what was going on, he felt pretty good and was enjoying himself, just as Martha had told him to. He breast-stroked closer, fully appreciating every bit of their beauty as they stood in waist deep water, then swam swiftly to them as Martha called his name. He was grinning with them and brushing against each of them when he stood up.
"Kimmy's got something to show you," Martha announced. "It's something I taught her while you were asleep, something she ought to be practicing. Kimmy, show your father."
Kim grinned like a bashfully proud child, then kissed him like a warm whirlpool. Her arms went round his neck and she plastered herself against him while she sucked on his tongue and munched on his lips and stabbed her tongue in his mouth. He could feel the kiss clear down in his toes, and he could certainly feel it in his throbbing cock, pressed up against Kim's groin while his hands quite naturally went to her willowy slender waist. When the kiss ended, he had to take several deep breaths before he could say, "You learned a lot and you learned it well, honey. Start kissing the boys like that and I'll never get any peace at home. Another thing you ought to learn is how to keep your top up," he said, and hiked up her fallen shoulder strap while she giggled delightfully and brushed his hip with hers. He was so wonderfully worked up he hardly cared what happened, and he turned to Martha and said, "Let's see how good you are at what you teach."
Martha's mouth and tongue were no less exciting then Kim's had been, but the embrace was more so. There was more of her to touch, to hold onto, and as the kiss swirled on her hands were all up and down his back, then fondling his ass. Kim at their sides was giggling and tickling him and urging them on, and Martha's hand slipped partially between their loins so that one finger could get inside his trunks and touch the swollen head of his cock. A little more of it and he would have cum, right there in front of his daughter, and so it was he who backed out of the warm wet clinging kiss.
Martha looked him up and down, licking her lovely full lips, and said, "Your Daddy's had some good teachers too, Kimmy."
"He Frenches really good, doesn't he. As good as I do?" she excitedly asked.
"Practice makes perfect," said Martha, still looking at George. "Aren't you going to fix my bra for me?" she said.
He went right ahead and righted a shoulder strap. Kim was right there, giggling, as he pulled up the bit of black string and helped himself to a brief sampling of heavy conical tit, then did the same on the other side. She kissed him again and said, "Thanks." Then she stepped back in the water and pulled the straps down again.
Kim giggled and said, "Daddy, you ought to see the look on your face."
"Watch it now," said Martha, and peeled her little bra top down to her waist.
Kim's giggling stopped and George's mouth fell open. They were the most perfect tits he'd ever seen, and really big. Their undersides were perfectly spherical and their upper slopes were richly full. They were as evenly tanned as the rest of her, and her aureoles and nipples darker still and touched with shades of pink and purple. The aureoles were the size of demitasse cups and the nipples stuck out like a pair of provocative tongues, and those big tits of hers hardly sagged a bit, despite their heavy weight.
"They're so big!" Kim said in an awed whisper.
"Yeah," said George, and rubbed his hard cock against Martha's firm, soft hip, and felt fully of each of her luscious naked tits before confining them again in her tiny bra. She kissed him and thanked him again, brushed her hand over his cock while Kim stood goggling, and then she peeled the little black top completely off her lovely body and threw it up on the apron of the pool. She linked an arm in Kim's and they waded toward the steps in the corner of the pool, with George and his hard-on following right behind the four near nude buttocks.
"Lesson number two," Martha was saying. "Men fall all over themselves for a look at your breasts. And of course they love to feel them and kiss them and suck on them, especially if you have nice ones, like mine or like yours. But if you have real beauty, I see no reason to hide it all the time. Besides, I like to tan all over," she said, sitting down with tits all ajiggle and reaching for the tanning oil.
On her knees beside her, Kim was silent, looking almost as lovesick as George felt, as she watched Martha anoint herself with oil. George watched standing, hard-on bulging, too tongue tied to ask if he could help with the oil. His fists formed knots as Martha rubbed oil very thoroughly all over her big, naked tits. The stunning brunette looked entirely cool and calm in every way, with the exception of her stiffly erect nipples.
"Come, George. I'll put some oil on you," she said, and got up on her knees. She rubbed it in all up his legs, and very thoroughly between them, stroking his balls as she did. He got down on his knees and worshipped her with his eyes as she put oil on his face and shoulders and chest, and all across his belly. He was hot enough to throw himself on top of her, gnaw on her tits and rape her, right there in front of his daughter, when she casually told him to pour the tea.
"You're next, Frenchie," said Martha, and turned to Kim.
Kim's giggle was subdued as she came to feel the oil being spread on by Martha's soft, warm hands. The girl turned round and round, offering herself in every position to the bare-breasted brunette. She was alternately giggling and taking very deep breaths as Martha's sure hands made her pink and gold body gleam everywhere with the fragrant oil, and every chance she could she was staring with ill-concealed admiration at Martha's proudly naked tits. She was lost, helplessly in love with the same woman George loved, and since there was nothing at all to be done about it, George slumped in the canvas chair under the umbrella to watch.
Kim had stopped giggling. She was up on her knees facing Martha while Martha smoothed oil on her belly from the bottom of her bra to the top of her bikini. The girl was very much aroused, she was hot and all asquirm with it as Martha squinted up at the sun and said, "We ought to move to the shade or you'll get sunburned."
"Or inside the house?" Kim hopefully said.
"It's nice outside. We'll stay here while Papa takes a nap," said Martha, and her big tits swung close to Kim's wide eyes as she rose to her feet. She helped Kim up, for Kim's legs looked weak from it all, and taking the big towel, she steered the girl to the shade beside the ping pong table. George still had a direct view of them, and as his daughter shakily spread out the towel, Martha sailed a broad-brimmed straw hat to him and said, "Cover your eyes when you sleep. Frenchie and I will have no peeking." He arranged it so that his staring eyes were in deep shade, and he folded his hands over his throbbing hard cock and settled down to watch.
They settled down to brush out each other's hair. Christ, that was sexy enough, with Martha's tits jiggling and Kim trying to look at them all the time, and with Kim squirming all around and doing her best to be more alluring to the woman so coolly seducing her. By the time Martha turbanned towels around their wet hair, Kim looked hot enough to melt and run into a puddle of steaming cuntjuice.
Their turbans made them even more stunning. They were nothing but feminine loveliness now as they sat on their legs, facing each other, almost completely naked bodies all agleam with oil and passion. A look at George told Kim he was fast asleep, and then she was staring again at Martha's big tits, licking her lips, and saying, "You sure have big ones. Really big and really pretty."
"Thank you, dear," said Martha, and lifted them and fondled them, while Kim chewed on her trembling underlip.
Kim waited, raptly watching, and when nothing more was offered her she stammered, "Should I take my top off too?"
Martha smiled. "You can't get a tan in the shade. But suit yourself. Or unsuit yourself."
Kim looked for a moment as if she might cry. Then she blurted, "But I thought you'd like to ... see me."
"And so I would. I enjoy beauty," said Martha, and Kim glanced at her father, took a very deep breath, and whipped off her bra top and threw it aside.
"Oh, nice. Very nice," said Martha, and reached out a hand to the young pink and white beauties to touch a fingertip to a rosebud-perfect hard nipple.
Kim gasped as if she'd been shocked, grabbed Martha's hand and kissed it, then clasped it hard against her thrusting tittie. "Oh! Oh, that feels so good!" she cried, loud enough to wake George, if he'd been sleeping.
"It does feel good," Martha purred, cupping and kneading the hard young tit in her hand. "Your titties are as perfect as I knew they'd be," she said, and ecstatic Kim drew back her hands and beamed breathless smiles at the woman as Martha's left hand joined her right on the lovely pair of teenaged tits. "I could play with a pair of titties like these all day long."
"Can I...? Could I..? Would it be okay if I. .?" Again Kim glanced at George. " ... if I played with your titties, too????"
"Of course, darling. We're friends, aren't we?" said Martha, and Kim's hot little hands were squeezing and fluttering over Martha's big tits even as Martha moved closer to her.
They sure knew how to feel each other up. Each being the possessor of a pair of highly sensitive tits, they both knew exactly what felt best, exactly how best to play with another woman. And if Kim was too excited and new at it at first, Martha's soothing voice soon had her hands working as smoothly as Martha's were.
"Lovely things, titties. Eh? We're so lucky to have them. This feels so very nice. I feel so very close to you now, dear. Mmmmm-mm-m. Your nipples get even harder than mine. Delicious, playing with each other like this. Just delicious, isn't it Frenchie? But why are you shaking so? Relax. Enjoy yourself."
"I can't stop shaking! I'm so excited! Oh, Martha, you have the biggest, prettiest titties in the whole world! I just love 'em!"
"Of course you do. But go easy, Frenchie. You're so excited you're getting me excited, and when I get too excited I get my panties all wet."
Kim blushed scarlet, glanced from Martha's tits to her smiling face, and murmured, "Uh-huh. Me too. But, gosh, they're so big and pretty!" she gushed, renewing her fondling attack on the proud beauties. "They make me just want to ... OOOO!!!"
"What do they make you want to do, Frenchie?" Martha murmured, and leaned closer to outline Kim's open mouth with her tonguetip, while George watched with the sweat streaming off him.
Kim kissed Martha long and hard on the mouth, then just as abruptly broke it off to look down at her hands on Martha's tits. "Sh-should I ... would it get you too wet if I ... Frenched you there? I mean, if you'd let me."
Martha kissed her and said, "Darling, if it pleases you go right ahead. It would please me, too. I like to be kissed, just everywhere. And if I do happen to get too wet, well, we'll worry about that when the time comes. Go ahead," she said, and kissed Kim again before the hotly eager girl ducked down her head and sucked a very ready nipple into her open pink mouth.
"Oh, that's delightful," said Martha, and fed her more, and stroked her nape and shoulders. "You're sucking me just right. I can feel myself getting wet already, but I just don't care," she said, with a crooked grin at George that made him gnash his teeth and press down hard on his aching cock.
"Your mouth feels wonderful there!" Martha exclaimed. "Darling, French my other tit. It's got to feel that mouth of yours too. And then I'll show you how it feels."
Little Kim was quite beside herself in her excitement. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she squealed, as her mouth came off a supremely turgid nipple and her clutching hands went to Martha's other tit. "Oh Martha, this is so sexy!" she cried, and her pink mouth was all over the other big tan globe, sucking and kissing with noisy gusto, while Martha grinned down at her and writhed her naked torso in obvious deep pleasure.
She made a half-hearted attempt to push the frenzied girl away, saying, "Kimmy, you've got to stop so I can catch my breath. You've got to stop so I can suck on your titties now and show you how it feels. Darling, Please. You sweet, greedy little piggie, you're getting me all wet and hot," she said, alternately pushing her hard nipples and soft tits up for more of the girl's kisses as she held Kim's sunken cheeks in her hands.
"Don't make me stop yet," Kim panted through her pelting kisses. "Not yet. Oh, they're so pretty! So sexy!"
"You're the sexy one," Martha growled, and dragged her face up and kissed her full on the mouth.
George could hear tendons snapping as they clung and kissed, harder than before, tit to naked tit and squirming closer still. There was no doubt they were cumming again, and he was stunned at his young daughter's capacity for that. He was stunned at everything that had happened since they'd arrived, but still he sat there goggling while his daughter and his boss passionately kissed and orgasmed together and his prick seeped jism in his trunks.
Kim suddenly wilted and went limp in Martha's strong arms. Martha was panting and looking fiercely passionate, but she gently backed off from the kiss and held Kim tenderly as she said, "Ah-h-h, that felt so good. Just what we needed, wasn't it, and no harm done at all. What a sweet sexy girl you are and what good friends we're getting to be. And there's so much more fun to be had together."
Kim glanced at her father through drugged eyes, and murmured, "I'm so tired. Needa nap."
"Yes, darling, right away. I'll tuck you in. But first I've just got to taste those pretty titties of yours. Mmm."
Kim tried to fend her off, but she was far too weakened by her third orgasm of the day to be effective against the determined lesbian. And there was no doubt in George's mind now that Martha was a lesbian, for she had the look of a vampire on her handsome face as with open mouth she descended on the defenseless pink titties of the teenaged girl. It was time to stop things before Kim got raped, but still he didn't move. Lolled back in Martha's arms, Kim was so inert to the kissings of her titties that Martha would soon get bored and stop. Of this George was sure, but then Kim stirred under the very expert tongue ticklings she was getting, and then she smiled in a dreamy way and George's awful voyeurism was back again. He sighed and waited and watched.
"Mmmm." Kim sighed and writhed and slung her arms about Martha's neck. "That does feel good."
"Getting wet again?" said Martha, and went for her other nipple.
"Uh-huh." A troubled frown knit Kim's clear brow. "Uh-HUH!" she said, and smiled and came to life, clasping Martha's head to her bosom and thrusting her titties for all the hungry mouth they could get.
Martha did them proud. She licked them and sucked them and washed them and even bit them, and in minutes had little Kim high in another fine state of raging lusts. And now it was Kim who dragged her up for another clinging kiss and embrace that would lead them to their next orgasm, but it was Martha who stopped them short of this.
She held Kim's raptly adoring face in her hands and said, "Honey, we're just driving ourselves crazy out here and your Dad's liable to wake up any minute and just raise bloody hell for us having such fun together. Let's go inside. Eh? Honestly, my poor pussy's so wet it's about to overflow, and beddy-bye is the proper place to do something about that. Is yours wet too, Kimmy?
Kim nodded. "Uh-huh. Yes. It's sopped! I've never been so ... In b-bed? What're you gonna do? What're WE gonna do?"
"Nice things. You'll see. Come on. We need a little more privacy than this."
CHAPTER FIVE
The voluptuous, athletically trim brunette had to help the highly aroused blonde teenager to her feet. Kim swayed against her and Martha kissed her again there in the warm shade of the awning, bare tits together, thinly clad loins pushing against each other. Over Kim's shoulder Martha winked at George, shocking him yet again, and then she guided little Kim toward the cool privacy of her house. George's eyes devoured the sleek vees of their bare backs, the liquid movements of their long sleek legs, and each soft flexing of the four bare buttocks that showed up so well against the superbly scanty coverings of the black and the green string bikini bottoms. He avidly watched till they were through the glass doors, then rose and sailed the straw hat away and padded swiftly after them.
George was in time to see the two lovely bottoms enter a bedroom door. Kim was still leaning on Martha, but she certainly wasn't lagging behind. The door did not close behind them, and he peeped around the edge of it and saw them locked in another hotly embracing kiss as they stood between twin beds. When it ended Kim looked weak enough to faint, but new life blazed in her clear blue eyes as Martha said, "Let's get all these clothes off and lie down on the bed, darling. God, you're a cunning thing. So sexy and sweet. Come, let's get naked and get together. What we both need is a real good cum. Eh?"
Martha was as graceful as a cobra in the removal of her black string bikini. Kim was clumsy in her overheated condition and the tiny green crotchband of her bikini stuck to her wetted pussy for a moment. But still and all the removal of those strings and patches of cloth was as sexy as any strip tease, and compelled George to strip off the ridiculously small swim suit he'd been given to wear. His cock was sticking out like a pole and oozing steadily as he gazed at the two women, completely nude now, Kim with her pink little pussy nearly hairless and looking quite virginal, Martha with her lovely big twat all covered with matted black hair.
While Kim gazed down, fascinated, Martha laughed and fluffed up that black hair, and the two were kissing again when they subsided on the narrow bed. Martha arranged them there to her liking. Christ, she had Kim so hot that she could have done anything at all with her, and George strongly suspected that she would. But now they sat on the bed facing each other, thighs wide apart and knees up, each displaying a juicy, steamy pussy badly in need of attention.
"Kimmy, what a darling little cunt you've got," said Martha and Kim gasped and arched as Martha's lacquer-tipped fingers reached down to explore it. "So pink and pretty, and just starting to get lovely golden hair on it," she said, gently probing, touching, while Kim moaned and writhed in intense delight. "And so very warm and wet," she went on. "Almost as wet as mine. That tittie sucking really does things to a girl, doesn't it. It makes you feel good all over, but now we're ready to feel even better, aren't we. Now we're ready to have some really good cums. Is that your clit? How darling," said Martha, and she spread Kim's prim cuntlips with the fingers of both hands to look.
"I'm so hot it hurts," Kim panted. "Don't touch it, please, Martha, I ... oh! ... OH! ... OH-H-H-H-H-H!" Kim wailed, as Martha laughed and rubbed her little clit, sending her into paroxyms of orgasmic writhing.
Martha let her subside after it for only a moment, and in this moment she lifted a cunt-wet finger to her lips and licked it. Then she took the wilting girl in her arms and kissed her strongly again, and now it took only seconds to rearouse her. That woman knew her females well, George decided. By giving Kim hardly any rest between orgasms, she was building her up to bigger, wilder peaks of pleasure every time. Of course it was all leading to a twat-licking session the likes of which few men had ever witnessed. George's cock itched and burned and drooled, but he resolved not to touch it till the two wantonly beautiful females were licking cunt, and by then he didn't care that one of those females was his daughter.
Their silken legs were nicely nested and their open twats were just a foot apart when Martha broke the kiss and said, "Yes, you've a lovely little cunt, Kimmy, and I love the way it cums for me. And don't worry about the size of your clit. I guarantee we can make it grow to be as big as mine someday."
"Is yours ... really big?"
"Mm-hm," said Martha, and without hesitation she parted the fleshy, hair lips of her cunt and bared herself completely to the impressionable.
It was glistening with its wetness and so pink it was almost purple. George could see the revulsion on the face of his daughter as she stared down at the very fat lips being held back by the scarlet fingernails, the deeply convolted flesh within, and the overly developed clitoris that thrust obscenely out of the musk smelling gash. Kim was repelled by the sight of it, but still quite fascinated enough to keep staring. And lust had so replaced her inhibitions that she said, "Could I ... touch it? Like you did me?"
"Darling, you'd better," said Martha, and her glistening cunt seemed to wink and smile as she shifted her big buttocks on the bed.
Kin flicked the protruding organ with her finger, and Martha jumped and gasped, "Oh!" Kim grinned and did it again, setting the older woman to jerking and jumping so that her big tits jiggled in a manner that obviously delighted the little blonde. It was Martha who was slack-jawed now and Kim who was grinning as with one hand she toyed with Martha's clit and the other she pulled and tweaked at her bobbing nipples. George's hands itched almost as much as his cock, but still he held back from jacking off.
"Am I doing it right?" Kim asked. "Does it feel good? Am I making you cum, d-darling?"
"Wonderful!" Martha exclaimed, writhing and twisting her torso till her big tits were doing a dance, tangling up her legs with Kim's. "You're just making me cum over and over, better all the time! Pull it now. Oh, yes!!! Push my clit, hard! Ur-r-r-r-r-g-g-g-gh!," she groaned, shaking all over, really having herself a good one at the expense of the happily enthralled girl.
She fell back on her hands, tits lolling back and forth on her chest, as Kim's busy fingers continued to play, and she was panting as she said, "You're as wonderful as I knew you'd be. Oh, Kim, we're going to have such good times together. I'll do anything for you, give you anything you want, make you and your father the happiest people in the world. Oh-h-h-h. OH-H-H-H-H-H-H!"
She orgasmed again. Kim's fingers wrang it out of her, and now Kim was apparently getting the rhythm of it all, for just as Martha's peak was passed she said, "Give me something now?"
"Anything! Anything! cried the orgasming woman.
"Your tits. I want your tits," said Kim, and Martha leaned forward to feverishly kiss her, then got up on her widespread knees to thrust her big-nippled globes at Kim's face.
George had to smile. His daughter was showing she had some initiative of her own, and she was showing it well. She had the experienced lesbian going crazy. Martha was up on her knees, rocking and rolling from side to side and back and forth, moaning and cumming constantly. Kim's pink mouth on her livid nipples and her little fingers in her gushing cunt had Martha quite out of her head. Her big tanned buttocks were jerking and twitching and the cunt juice was running down her thighs in such quantities that his mouth was watering. It was all building up to a cunt-licking that Kim would never forget-nor would he.
But then Martha surprised him again. She took Kim's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the mouth, and gazing intently down at the startled girl said, Darling, that's enough of this. We've got to fuck. Now."
"F-fuck? You and me?"
"Mm-hm," said Martha, and eased herself down till they were nested belly to belly.
"But how? I mean, you're not a boy and neither am I and...." Martha bore her back down on the bed under the weight of a probing kiss, and said to the wide-eyed girl, "Did my big clit remind you of anything, dear?"
Kim's eyes went wider still, and she gulped and said, "It's big enough to ... put it in me?"
"I wish it were. But it will serve the purpose. Here, darling, let's get this nice firm pillow under your pretty bottom. There. That lifts you up just right for me. My, what a pretty pussy. Hold it open for me, dear. Don't turn shy on me now. You're going to adore this. It's called cunt-fucking," said Martha, as she got up to hover horizontally over the apprehensive girl, with her powerful tan hips directly over the little pink-flushed hips that awaited her.
"Will it hurt? Like f-fucking does?" said Kim.
"Of course not! There's no kind of fucking that hurts. Hold still now. Stop your fidgetting. We've got to get our clits and our cunts right together," said Martha, visibly trembling all over in her keen excitement, but maintaining firm control over herself and the inexperienced girl under her. "Ah-h-h-h-h," she said, as their cunts touched, then kissed as warmly as ever their mouths had.
"Ooooo," said Kim, squirming under the increasing weight of the woman.
Martha's powerful hips moved about, her lovely asscheeks squirmed as she nested them better together. "Like it so far?" she said.
"Feels nice," said Kim.
Martha grinned and moved some more, "Nice? Is that all?"
Kim grinned and pushed back at her, took her hands from between them and slung her arms around Martha's neck and said, "Darling, it feels just wonderful!"
That turned Martha on. She kissed Kim fiercely and panted, "Then let's fuck, baby. Stay with me, Kimmy. Stay with your Aunt Marty for a really good cunt-fucking."
Kim twisted her wide-eyed face away from the kiss to squeal "Oo! Oh, Martha! Oo, Aunt Marty!" Martha was working steadily and most expertly with her hips now, squelching her big hair cunt against that of the girl's in a rhythm that George could feel in his pounding heartbeats. And Kim was quaking and squirming under her, hands clasping her tanned shoulders, one moment looking as if she'd push her away, the next gripping her tighter. Her sweet face was not so sweet now as her blonde head twisted from side to side under Martha's grinning countenance. A fine film of perspiration had broken out on her deeply flushed body, and she kept uttering those little cries of mixed fear and delight, "Oo! Oh Martha, wait! Ooooo!"
"Wait, hell," Martha muttered, sweating herself as she rubbed her hot cunt against Kim's, grinning triumphantly down at her and clasping her close about her torso, as it Martha's humping weight wasn't enough to keep her there. Her big tits still jiggled, even though they were mashed as hard against Kim's body as her twat was, as magnificently strong buttocks drove her on. "Been waiting all day to get my cunt against yours," she panted. "Do you like it? Do you like cunt-fucking, you sexy little bitch? Answer me!"
"Uh-h-h-h-h, it's too much!" Kim moaned, though now she was clearly clasping the big woman to her, and her shuddering body was slowly arching higher off its perch on the pillow.
Martha chuckled wickedly and said, "Can't have you getting too much too soon. D'you feel my big clit rubbing against yours?"
"Yess-s-s-s. Oh, yes!" said Kim, grasping at her seducer even harder now. "It's right up against mine!"
"Now try it this way," said Martha, and placing her hands on Kim's upper arms, she pinioned the girl on the bed and pushed up her torso till her big tits were swinging free. Her belly sagged too, but there were powerful muscles slowly at work under the soft flesh of it as she slid her hairy cunt over Kim's, saying, "And d'you feel it now? Tell me, do you feel it now?"
"Oh, Je-e-ez," Kim moaned, weakly struggling to free her arms, and writhing upward till her little pink titties were all aquiver. "You're shoving it right up against mine. OH! It's just like a little prick! Oh, how I wish you could stick it in me!"
At this Martha dropped down and kissed her hard on the mouth, hips ever working, just as George's itching hands ached to work on his throbbing, drooling cock. He was standing full in the doorway by then, gaping, but of course neither of the wonderfully orgasming females could notice him then. He placed both hands on the doorjambs to resist the temptation to flog his cock till he was watching them eat each other's bursting twats, and he went on drinking in the torrid scene.
Martha's eyes were ablaze with lust when she pushed herself up off the deliriously hot girl, but her buttocks stopped their flexings as she demanded, "Well? Have you had enough?"
Kim shook her head, hair flying across her face, gasping.
"Oh?" said Martha. "You want a little more, eh? Just tell me what it is you want, darling, and I'll do my very best to give it to you. Want me to cunt-fuck you some more? Does little Kimmy want to have herself a really big cum? Hmmm? Just say it, dear, and it's all yours."
The frenzied girl was trying to answer her but no words would come at first. Her body answered, though, shurning upward, ever upward, while her hands sought to grab Martha's strong arms and her pink legs tried to twine with the tan ones. Then all at once she cried, "Give it to me fuck me cunt-fuck me! I love you and I love your cunt up against mine and I love to cum with you!"
Martha laughed and put her weight down on her. Kim's arms and legs were quickly around her and her little cunt was now wide open for the sliding wet thrusts of Martha's as the big brunette rolled them all about on the bed, steadily cunt-fucking the hugely orgasming girl. George could see it all clearly, from the black hairy tuft just under Martha's anus to the tangled blonde hair of his daughter's head, and in his brain he felt he was cumming with them. Then Martha's grinning stopped and her red-smeared lips drew back in a grimace. Her rhythmic thrustings grew ragged and her big buttocks quivered and shook as she lowered her mouth on Kim's and kissed her savagely, crushing them together in a long, shuddering embrace that only ended with Kim's little body went suddenly and completely limp under her.
When Martha rolled off her George could almost see steam rising from their cunts. Kim's was flaming red, its prim lips laid back so far that he could see her little clit, standing quite prominently in spite of the heavy cunt-fucking it had taken. Martha's black hair was matted flat, but her clit stood proudly up through the near purple tissues of her fleshy big cunt. Both cunts were saturated with the pungent juices that their embrace had spread over all their loins. George was just reaching for his agonized cock when Martha got up on one elbow and looked down at the unconscious girl, and then looked up at him.
"Good show, eh?" she said.
"My God," he muttered. "What's to become of her now?"
"The question is," she said, rising from the bed with surprising grace and ease, "what's to become on you now?"
She strode purposefully to him, grabbed his cockshaft in her hand, and pulled him down on top of her on the floor. He was on top of her, between her legs, so quickly he hardly knew what happened. And just as quickly the swollen knob of his cock had been pulled against the sopped portals of her cunt and at once he began to cum. Try as he might, there was no way to hold back, and then his jism came in torrents as he clearly saw she was cumming with all the intensity and more than she'd shown with Kim.
Her lips were peeled back again and she was crying, "Oh! My God! OH, GEORGE!" She was embracing every part of him with her arms and her legs, absolutely beautiful as she orgasmed in every cell of her body, while he plunged his huge, heavily erupting cock into her with all the pent-up emotions in his mid and in his body. Once again she was drawing things out of him that had never existed before, and as the peak of this gigantic orgasm passed he exultantly gasped, "Kim Just a ... uh! uh! ... warmup for what you really need!"
"Ah-h-h-h." They sighed in unison as the steepest sensations faded, but there were still orgasmic convulsions rippling through Martha's lush body as she smiled and stroked his hair and kissed him and said, "You're good. You're the best man I've known. Be real good now and get down there and give me a little of your cunt-sucking while I'm still cumming. Go ahead, Georgie. Now. Before I have to wake up little Kim and teach her how."
His dick felt a foot long as he drew it out of the sweet tight sheath of her cunt. He was disgusted with himself for meekly yielding to her threat, and disgusted again with the sudden thrill that went through him as her words had summoned up the picture of his daughter's young mouth on her cunt. But then he was down on his belly on the bedroom carpet with his sucking lips wrapped around his boss's big clit and he could forget about everything else for a while. If she'd let him.
"George, I like that," she contentedly murmured, fingers kneading his bobbing head. "I like you," she said, and he spoke of his feelings to her by pushing he wetted, satiny thighs wider apart and sucking on a wider area of the richly flavored flesh around her clit.
"You saw it all with Kim, didn't you," she purred, tilting her hips for his hungry mouth, and he nodded his head in reply. "I wish you could have felt it with me. She never stops moving under you. She's forever making these little sounds that tell you how very good you're making her feel. She's a wonderful child. Better than I'd hoped for. You'll find out for yourself. Ah! OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!"
George was bringing her off to another good one, all else forgotten, even what she'd done to his daughter, in his need to suck that cunt and make this woman feel as she never had before. It was no effort at all to concentrate his everything into it, burying his face in the luscious hairy trough of her cunt, sucking her exploding clit and lapping it lavishly, tasting fully of the mixed fuck juices of all three of them. He didn't stop until she'd subsided in her orgasmic writhings and groanings, and when he lifted his wet face from her steaming crotch and looked up past her tits, she'd never appeared more beautiful to him. He kissed her cunt again and said, "Hell, you don't need Kim. All you need is me, boss."
"I need you on your back," she said, and smiled and sat up.
His prick was still hard. Would it ever go completely soft in her presence? It sprang up like a pole as she instructed him to roll over on his back, and if there was any softness left in it, that disappeared when she lifted a sleek tanned thigh over his loins and fed his cock to her cunt again.
"Ah-h-h-h," she purred, settling down on it, writhing contentedly on it so that her heavy tits swayed. "You lie back now," she told him, and he did. "This is my treat."
With her hands resting on his chest and her voluptuous body arched forward, she worked over his deeply inserted cock in a massage so muscularly sensuous that it had George's cock throbbing. He stroked her outer thighs and felt of her buttocks while she dug in fingertips against his nipples as she fucked him and dreamily spoke to him. "Yes, she's just a warmup, but God, what a warmup. You'll have to try her soon. Feel her underneath you, darling. It's pure delight, pure delight."
"Are you suggesting that I...? Jesus, Martha!"
She just laughed, dug at his nipples harder and swayed her tits more and milked his cock with her cunt in yet another way. "I'm not suggesting anything," she said. "Right now I'm just reminding you that I have the power over you to make you do anything that pleases me, anything I say. And right now I'm telling you to cum."
"Ur-r-r-rgh!" George came so quickly it shocked him. It pained him too, for there was no way his nuts could have recovered quickly enough from his last ejaculation to spew another load into her. But the pain was so intimately blended with the intense pleasures of having all that jism miled from his cock that George plunged his dick up into her slippery hot cunt, grasped her swinging tits in both hands, and kept on cumming till her laughing lips were again twisted into a grimace of ecstasy.
His cock and balls were completely spent then. He was utterly exhausted and starting to doze off even as she climbed off him and helped him to his feet. He didn't know what bed it was that she flopped him down upon, but he was deep in sleep the moment he hit it.
CHAPTER SIX
George slowly awoke to the sound of feminine giggling. He was lying on his back stark naked, prick standing as proudly as with any early morning erection, and he was too dazed and groggy from sleep to think of moving for the moment. But then he opened his eyes, saw his daughter and his boss on the bed beside him, and he was able to very quickly sit up. He would have jumped all the way up and made a dash for the bathroom, but Martha rose between the twin beds to block his way.
She was wearing fresh make-up and her hair was sleekly brushed out, and she was clad in a voluminous flowered housedress whose hem came to the floor and whose neckline plunged deep between her braless tits. He knew she was without a bra, for the long-sleeved, billowy garment was transparent enough for him to see her big dark nipples and the broad black vee of her pubic mound. Though Kim was quite naked as he was, he couldn't see her pussy. She sat cross-legged on the other twin bed, hands clasped before her loins, little pink-tipped tits impudently bare. Her hair was still a tangle, her face still smudged with her own and Martha's make-up, but it was the look of contemptuous amusement on her face that truly gave her the appearance of a brazen young whore.
"Excuse me," George muttered, and started to get up.
Martha made him stay where he was. He sat there angrily blushing, heavy balls nested against the bed, big hardon sticking up between the scant protection of his elevated thighs. His discomfort grew as Martha sat down on the bed beside him and Kim giggled anew.
"What's that you've got there," said Martha, as her hand crawled over the bedspread toward his hip. "Are you trying to hide something from us?"
Again he started to rise, and again Martha stopped him, now with fingernails digging deeply in his knee, plus a warning glare that would have been enough by itself. The look was replaced by a smile as he settled uncomfortably down on the bed.
"You have an erection," Martha coolly announced.
He sighed and nodded, hung his head and stared at the damned thing. "Yep."
"Kim wants to see it," said Martha, and his head jerked up and Kim giggled again. Martha's hand stroked down his thigh as she said, "Now, don't be upset, George. And for heaven's sake, don't start acting the prude. She's a big girl, and she's getting bigger fast," she said, as her hand smoothly turned and stroked down over his left buttock. "She's going to see some penises in her life, and might as well start out by seeing a nice big one. Right?"
Soft fingertips touched his big balls, and George's voice was tight as he said, "She already saw it when I was asleep."
"But not near enough," said Kim. "I just woke up before you did. Come on, Daddy." she coaxed. "I just want to see it."
He sighed and yielded to the warm pressure of Martha's hand as it moved on to his thigh. He straightened out his legs and sat with his shoulders slumped and his big stiff cock sticking up out of his hairy loins. He had to grit his teeth when Kim giggled and said, "It looks so weird."
"Weird?" said Martha, and her warm hand felt cool as it softly girdled George's hot cock. "Wonderful is a much better word for things like this," she said, and gave it a long, fond stroking that made Kim giggle and George catch in his breath.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, but Martha's tightening grip kept him right where he was, and Kim, "No! I want to see it some more, Daddy."
"Beautiful big cock," said Martha. "Enough to make almost any woman happy," she said, still stroking, and making George start to squirm now. "Its shaft is hard as a rock and its head is soft as a plum," she went on, stroking those parts she described. "And it feels so good, so warm and smooth. Wouldn't you like to see for yourself how it feels, dear?"
"No!" Both George and Kim said it at once, Kim shrinking back on her bed and clasping her thighs tightly over her hands.
"It won't be long till you're begging for a lovely big prick like this," said Martha, and much to George's dismay, she bent over it to place a warmly tonguing kiss on its straining red knob. It was wonderful to feel, beautiful to see, but he couldn't help but look at little Kim, staring with horrified fascination at Martha's full lips on his stiff cock.
"Mmm. It tastes as good as it looks," she purred as she sat up again.
"Yuck!" said Kim, looking very much as if she was playing with her pussy as she stared on at George's cock in Martha's hand.
Martha laughed. "I won't ask if you'd like to taste it for yourself, Kimmy. But I'm sure you'd like to see how your father's cock works."
She leaned forward nodding and George leaned back sighing. There was nothing he could do to stop Martha. He no longer knew if he wanted to.
Kim was definitely masturbating. Her fingers were moving in her little cunt just a few feet from him, poorly concealed by her naked thighs. The lust was there in her eyes and she looked even more like a neophyte whore now, utterly intrigueing in her firm vibrant youth. Her pink lips were parted in her excitement and they matched the color of her nipples, as hard as they could be. The same pink flush he'd seen when she'd lain with Martha now suffused her body and now he had no compunction at all about thinking of how that body would feel under the weight of his. He grinned, looked at his drolling cock in Martha's hand, then turned his attention to the woman herself.
She looked as beautiful as any film star and she seemed able to play as many different roles. Still there was nothing false about the lust in her eyes as she looked at the cock in her hand. Men and women, boys and girls, gender or sex meant nothing to such a powerfully worldly woman as Martha Barclay. He didn't know if she was entirely wicked or entirely wonderful, but he did know she could manipulate him just as easily as she was manipulating his cock.
"Oo, look!" Kim squealed, as ropy jets of pearly white spurted forth from George's cock, and he writhed in wild ecstasy on the bed till the same female laughter that had awakened him brought him back to embarrassed reality. His prick was still oozing and dripping as he scrambled down the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Alone at last in the cleansing shower, George felt as if his prick and balls were hanging to his knees. He was letting those damned parts of his body dominate his entire life, and it had to stop. Because of his infatuation for his boss, because of his fear for his job, he'd led his dearly beloved daughter into an intolerable situation, one that he had to get her out of at all costs. Kim was probably in there right now, learning to suck cunt, he thought, and at this he exploded out of the stall shower, grabbed a towel and headed back to the scene of his latest shame.
He bumped into Kim, gloriously naked, in the hall. She giggled and swerved aside, passed him and snatched the towel from around his waist and left him naked again and shouting angrily after her. Martha came out of the bedroom laughing, and in less than a minute he was laughing along with her. "Don't worry about our precious Kimmy," she said. "She's just young and full of life and she needs someone like us to bring that life out in her. Come now. Get dressed, darling. We'll all fix something to eat. I'm starved."
Kim joined them shortly in the kitchen, fully dressed, looking almost as sweet and innocent as ever. Almost. She was certainly as pretty as ever, perhaps prettier, for she had a glow about her that he'd never noticed before. But she was not so sweet and innocent now, for as the three of them teamed to prepare a meal, she sidled against Martha and shot her adoring looks and made what she thought were sexy little jokes. The jokes included George at times, always in a contemptuously teasing way, and at length he joined in and cracked a few of his own, just to show her a thing or two about adult humor Martha laughed but she didn't enter in.
The kidding, the teasing, went on through dinner. It was a rich meal, steak and lobster fresh from Martha's freezer, and all the trimmings including two kinds of wine. The kidding and the hot looks ceased as all three ate with gusto, and then it all took on a new note when they were sipping improted wine over the remnants of the meal. Kim of course wasn't at all used to it, and her look at Martha was supposed to be brazenly alluring as she said, "I never ate so much in my life before. I feel like I could go right to bed. What about you ... Aunty Marty? Daddy could sleep on the couch in front of the TV. He likes that, don't you, Daddy-dear? Sleepy, Marty?"
Martha yawned and said, "After the dishes, I feel like a little TV myself before you two have to leave."
"Oh, we don't have to leave. Do we, Daddy?" said Kim with her very best smile. "We could even stay all night ... if we were asked."
"Never mind, Kim," George sternly said.
The girl turned petulant in her tipsiness. "Why not? Marty's got plenty of beds. And I don't wanna go home yet. I wanna have more fun," she said, and swayed grinning in Martha's direction.
"Another time, perhaps next week-end you can stay over," Martha said. "If you're good. Now let's do these dishes."
Kim got up, a little unsteadily, to help her. But she was coyly clowning around too much to be of any real help. At last Martha swatted her lightly on the behind and told her to get busy, whereupon Kim swatted her back and said, "Make me."
"I bloody well will!" said Martha, and grabbed for Kim. The blonde teenager lithely dodged away, giggling, taunting with a backthrust posterior. She squealed in delight as Martha caught her, but then her squeals turned to shrill shrieks as she was quickly bent double in the kitchen and loud blows from a flat hand were delivered to her thinly covered rear. She stood aghast, blushing, with tears threatening to spill when Martha let her stand up. She stood there rubbing her chastised bottom, looking at tall cool Martha in a different light, and George thought about Kim being treated as Debbie had been treated, and he felt slightly queasy. And slightly more aroused than he already was.
"Have you ever spanked her? No?" said Martha to George, as Kim very quietly loaded the dishwater. "I find it an excellent treatment for brats. It lets them know who's boss, right now. It humiliates them but it doesn't hurt them for long.
It's best done on the bare bottom. Have a girl lift her skirts, pull down her panties, bend over, and WHACK!" she said, and Kim quickly straightened up and looked at her through very wide eyes. "And once the punishment is over with, well, then it's over with and everyone is friends again. Right, Kimmy?"
Kim nodded eagerly, and when Martha smiled and held out her arms the girl was in them at once, giving and receiving an openmouthed kiss that looked as if she'd learned the art a long time before that day. George stood there and watched like a fool, buttocks tensed and trembling, cock as hard as it could be.
On and off but mostly on, his hardon stayed with him as they withdrew to Martha's comfortable living room for television and after dinner drinks. A sobered Kim gratefully accepted hot tea, and cast pathetically yearning looks at Martha. George drank coffee and brandy, watching the slightest moves of each of them, growing ever more anxious as he pondered what Martha's next move might be. But she sat coolly in her big chair, sipping Marsala wine and smoking cigarettes and commenting on the news program. And when it was over she rose and switched off the big set and said, "I hate to rush you but I have an engagement this evening. It's been a wonderful day. May I look forward to your company for all of next weekend?"
"You have a date tonight? With a man?" said Kim, looking hurt, while George knew damned good and well that her date would be with Debbie, to inflict more of her humiliating spanking.
But Martha laughed and said, "Never mind who I'm going out with. The day was delightful. It made my weekend. But let's do plan on your staying the whole weekend coming up. Right, George? I'll pick you both up after work next Friday. Isn't that right, George?"
He didn't really need Kim's eager clinging to his arm to agree. He didn't need to see the torrid kiss that his daugher and his boss exchanged at the door, but dammit, it excited him. Though not as much as the kiss he exchanged with Martha there.
Father and daughter were very silent on the way home. And back in their shabby apartment they said little to each other as they looked at humdrum television programs, each occupied with his own thoughs about the day's events and the woman who had controlled it all. At last, in bed, George admitted to himself that he was hopelessly in love with his boss. It felt marvelous to fully admit that to himself after the bad experience he'd had with Kim's mother. It didn't feel so great to admit that Kim was in love with her too.
Monday morning found him eager to get to work, and it found Kim in an obstinately petulant mood that told him she was jealous of his opportunity to see Martha again. She glared at him with loathing as he kissed her goodbye, and he got to work half an hour early. How could he do that to Kim?, he asked himself as he sat at his desk in the empty office. How could he do it to himself?, he wondered, and then Martha came breezing in and all recriminations were gone.
"How was your date with Debbie?" he said, as she bent to kiss him.
She stopped short of his lips and said, "Debbie? Saturday night? What ever gave you that notion? My date was with the account books. I work at home. Just as I have fun at home. I'm a real homebody. Next weekend, though, there'll be no work and all play. Be ready for it, George."
"Oh, I will be," he said, and heaved a fierce sigh.
"And Kim too."
He nodded grimly, then abruptly reached for her and tried in vain to drag her into an embrace.
She laughed and pushed him away, far too easily. She smiled at his dejection and felt of the great hard thing in his pants, and she said, "George, you are to be very ready for this coming weekend. Very ready. Except to pee, you are not to touch this cock of yours. Do you understand, darling?"
"Eh? What do you mean? Do you think I still abuse mys ...?"
Her nodding head interrupted him and made his face feel hot, and she said, "No jacking off this week. Get those big balls and that hot cock all primed for this coming weekend. You won't be sorry. About yourself or about our little Kimmy."
With that she had gone, and George spent an hour settling himself down to what would surely be the longest week in his life.
It was long and it was difficult, and Kim made it more so. She was such a pouting, sulking, argumentative brat that he came very close to stripping her impertinent ass bare and turning it crimson red with his hand. But he somehow refrained from this sadistic sort of thing. And other times she was so damnably sexy and teasing and absolutely adorable that he came dangerously close to pulling her into bed with him. But he somehow refrained from that, for that is incest, and sins of that nature were too much for him. Martha Barclay made the week equally long and difficult, for though she treated him as she did any other of her employees, she was there, and now when he stripped her naked with his eyes, he was seeing not fantasy but reality. And thereality was far better than any fantasy he had ever had.
Martha's presence-and Kim's-made abstinence from masturbation extremely difficult. But dammit, he did it. He raised countless hardons that week, each of which went untouched by anything but his shorts or his sheets. He knew very well Kim was frigging holy hell out of herself. Christ, he could smell it about her constantly. And that didn't help his terrifically horny state. He fruitlessly wondered why Martha hadn't forbidden her to masturbate, or if she had forbidden her, how Kim could dare to disobey her. But how could he ask Kim this? She was his only daughter, dammit. And how could he ask Martha when she was so brightly business-like about the office. At times she thought the whole thing was just another fantasy about her, but he knew very well it wasn't. He had that constant hardon to prove it. And he had the itching palm. He thought Friday night would never come. But Wednesday night did come, and during that night George had one helluva wet dream, the likes of which mere teenagers are not capable of. He awoke in a sweat with his groins all covered with cum and his dick sticking up looking for more, and he knew he couldn't wait for the weekend.
Thursday he told Debbie they were going out that night. He didn't ask her; he told her. He and Kim had a shouting argument when he said he was going out, but go out he did. And five minutes after knocking on Debbie's door, he was fucking hell out of her and cumming like a stallion and whipping Martha and Kim through his brain. Since it was a dinner date, he took Debbie out for a cheeseburger, then took her right back to her apartment and screwed her black and blue. He fucked her in the ass-hole and he fucked her in the cunt. He fucked her between her tits and in her mouth. He spanked her and fucked her again and he was horny when he left for she hadn't admitted that she'd gone out or stayed in with their boss the previous Saturday night. He was still so horny after the night of fucking that he wanted to jack off, but he didn't do it. He knew darned well Martha would know if he did.
On Friday morning Kim seemed very calm. Disturbingly so. He was very solicitous to her, fixing them a nice breakfast, talking about school, anything but their joint date for the weekend. Had she forgotten about it? Impossible. At the door he said, "The three of us should have a good time tonight, no?"
"Yes," she said, and leaned up to give him a kiss that set his hair standing on end.
Martha told him she'd pick them up at seven. The office clock ran very, very slowly that day. Debbie looked and acted a total mess, hollow-eyed and listless, but looking at George's desk with such adoration that he felt like getting up from his tasks and whaling her bottom and screwing her, right in front of Martha and everybody. But he disdained her, and he left the office with seemingly the same hardon he's carried out of Martha's house six days before.
When George got home Kim was sitting on the couch in front of the television. She had her hair wrapped up in a towel and she was wearing her long bathrobe. She looked ready to retire for the night, and he said to her, "Have you forgotten about our, uh, date with Martha tonight?"
She turned and looked at him as if he was the stupidest man in the world, gazed again at the TV, and said, "I'll be ready."
He shrugged and went to take a shower. Perhaps Kim's infatuation with Martha had run its course, and he'd have that wonderful woman all to himself in the future. Just thinking about her had his prick and balls hanging thick and heavy, and he'd been thinking about her all week. He dressed in his best suit and tie, and when he returned to the living room, Kim got up and went to her room. Minutes dragged by as he looked at the news. He dreamed about a time when he and Martha had run off together to some idyllic spot in Mexico, leaving Kim behind in an excellent boarding school where she'd be raised as a very moral young lady. He thought about her getting married and having kids, while he and Martha grew old together, fucking and sucking every day, with no one to intrude upon them. He prayed he could have Martha all to himself, and then Kim returned and all his wild hopes were shattered.
She was absolutely stunning, the most provocative little piece he'd ever seen. She had on the pale green formal he'd bought for her with the stolen petty cash, platform heeled shoes, and nothing else at all. The dress was satin, its skirt floor length, backless, with a plunging neckline and thin shoulder straps. It clung to her slender body intimately, clearly defining every curve of her impudently rounded buttocks, the bones of her pelvis, her long narrow waist, and the nicely budding titties with their nipples standing stiff and ready. She had on rich red lipstick, green eye shadow, and long false eyelashes that added years to her face at first glance, though a second look told that this was indeed a teenager just itching to grow up and play adult games. The crowning point of her new beauty was her hair, for she'd bleached it almost white and waved it so that it flowed around her painted face like a halo. George's hopes for having Martha all to himself were not only dashed, now he knew he'd be in keen competition for her. Together on the couch, he and his daughter waited for their date.
Martha Barclay arrived on time. Her hair was done up in a pile of black curls on top of her head, and her face was artfully made up. She had a floor length black velvet skirt, slit up one side to show her curvaceous, nylon-covered leg, and matching tailored jacket over a gauzy thin white blouse. She was as warmly charming as she was stunning, and she greeted them each with a peck on the cheek and said she hoped everyone was as hungry as she was. George followed the pair of elegantly dressed females down the stairs with the overnight bag he'd packed for their weekend.
He drove Martha's Mercedes Benz with Martha by the window and Kim sitting between them. Martha was charming and amusing as they drove, and Kim was haughtily silent. This persisted at the fine restaurant where Martha took them. Martha and George ate and laughed and drank and talked, and Kim sipped her wine and toyed with her steak as if very bored with it all. She fidgetted and sulked, sat slumped in the booth, and added nothing at all to the conversation until they were in the parking lot again.
They'd just gotten into the car, with Kim once again in the middle, when she turned to Martha and snapped, "Why didn't you call me this week?"
"I was busy," said Martha. "And we were all three going to be together this weekend anyway."
"You had somebody else over there this week, didn't you!" said Kim in a rising voice.
They began to bicker like a pair of lovers. George groaned and started up the car. He was halfway out of the parking lot when Kim screamed, "God damn you, I know you're fucking somebody else! Maybe some man, too!"
"Oh, hush," said Martha, and took Kim's chin in her hand and leaned down to kiss her hard on the mouth. Kim made a whimpering sound and melted deeply into the kiss, and the two females were still kissing hotly as George drove past the goggle-eyed attendant and headed for Martha's place.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Martha and Kim were still mouthing hungrily at each other when George stopped the car at the first light. Martha broke the kiss there and Kim fell back gasping, and George took his daughter in his arms to take up where Martha had left off. Her young mouth was wonderfully warm and moist and active. It tasted of wine and of Martha and of her as George tongued her deeply and crushed her to him, ignoring her initial small strugglings till she was kissing him as ardently as she'd kissed Martha.
"God, this is just beautiful watching you two like this," Martha murmured, and slid a warmly caressing hand over Kim's satin-covered tummy to George's bulging pants. She squeezed his cock and stroked Kim's loins, and she moved her warm lips back and forth on George's hand and on Kim's bare shoulder.
A horn sounded twice behind them before George took his mouth from Kim's, and immediately the girl was deeply involved in another full-blown kiss with the woman. The Mercedes wandered in its lane as George watched all that he could of the tight embrace.
Their breathing was heavy as they sucked and tongued. With both arms about Martha's neck, Kim was writhing hotly against her and making those little whimpering sounds of agonized yearning for more. Martha had her locked in the crook of her left arm, and with her right hand she was fondling her tits and stroking her back and doing her best to further stoke the lesbian fires sweeping through the girl. George laid his right hand on Kim's thigh and felt of those fires as he drove, stroking her from her knee to her hip through the rustling satin. When she pushed his hand away he put it right back again and felt all about her loins and belly, while Martha continued to work on her tits. Twice more Kim pushed George's hand off her lap, but by the time they reached Martha's street, the girl was letting her father feel all he wanted of her.
And when the car was parked and he had both hands free, he felt of those fine little tits of hers. Martha obligingly made room for his hand, and George slipped it inside Kim's thin satin bodice to get at the bare flesh. Her nipple was very hard, and George's knuckles were working against Martha's tit as he felt of that hardness.
"Let's go inside where we can be more comfortable, darlings," said Martha, with little Kim panting and pawing at her chest.
George quickly got out and went around the car, while inside it the woman and the girl were kissing again. His cock felt big enough to burst through the front of his pants. When he opened Martha's door she turned and offered her open mouth to him, and now it was Kim who was the spectator as they kissed. George helped Martha out of the car and both of them offered a helping hand to wonderfully hot teenager. She looked beautiful getting out of the luxury car, evening gown in disarray, wite blond hair tousled, eagerness showing in the brightness of her eyes. She fitted nicely between them as they guided her into the house.
A flick of a switch turned on all the lights in the sumptuous living room. Blinking her false eyelashes in the dazzling light, with her mouth all smeared with red, Kim looked dazed, and terribly young. Martha looked like a vampire smiling down on her. But she turned from the girl and said to George, "I'm afraid you've got two very warm women on your hands. Think you can handle us, dear?"
"I think I can handle you," he said, with a grin, and she began to unbutton her jacket.
"Martha," Kim whined, and pulled at her arm. 'I've gotta talk to you. Alone."
"I'm not in the mood for talk now, darling," said Martha, and shucked off her jacket, revealing a very transparent blouse, with nothing under it but a pair of big, firmly pointed tits. "Perhaps you'd best go on to bed while your daddy and I stay up a while."
"I don't want to go to bed ... without you," said Kim.
"Go on now, dear. I'll be along in just a few minutes. Go on, darling," she said, and with her eyes all full of pleading, Kim moved toward the hall door.
George felt positively exultant, and when Martha told him to take off his clothes, he was stripped to the buff in seconds, with his hot cock stuck up staring at her as she took off her blouse and skirt.
"God damn," he muttered. "That looks good enough to eat." The beautiful bitch didn't have any pants on. A smoothly fitting black garter belt held up six shirred straps that kept her midnight black hose drawn tight, and that and her shoes was all she had on.
She stood with her hands on her hips, radiating an almost visible glow of throbbing sensuality. One hand slid down over her garter belt to cup her beautifully hairy pussy. She squeezed it, she moved her fingers in it, and then she lifted her hand and touched her middle finger to her tongue and said, "It tastes good enough to eat too."
"Let's see," he said, and came forward into the circle of her perfumed warmth, took her hand in his and her much much softer cuntal flesh, all wet with the goodness generated by Kim's kisses. As he licked between her fingers she said, "I got so hot in the car. You and Kim do such wonderful things to me. You're going to have to have to eat me really good, darling."
"I will, " he promised. "You know that."
"Yes, you're so very good at it. And tonight I want to feel your tongue all over my cunt." She kissed him with her tongue. "And your lips," she said. "I want to feel them all around my clit, sucking on it, before you put this lovely big cock of yours in me and fuck me, good and deep. Hmm?"
He nodded, panting, and said, "Yeh. I'll do it all. Really good. I want to. I just hope ... Kim doesn't disturb us."
Martha looked over George's shoulder at the doorway, smiled and winked, turned back to him and said, "That's a chance you'll have to take, darling. Now come. Do me on the couch, and do me good."
She sat comfortably down on the couch, leaned back, and spread her lovely legs wide. He feasted his eyes on the flesh he'd soon be feasting oh as he got down on his knees before her, and electric shivers ran through him as his hands stroked up over her taut nylons to the tanned satin of her soft, resilient thighs. With thumbs and forefingers he spread her hairy lips outward, smiled at the full view of her glistening wet cunt with its invitingly protruding clitoris, and then he made a stiff point of his tongue and bent down and stuck it in her. it in her.
With his tongue held stiff he moved his face all around between her legs. She moaned and sighed and crooned her contentment, luxuriously fondling her big tits and soft belly while he went over her pungently sweet twat again and again. "Oh, George," she purred. "That feels so very good. Nobody licks twat like you do. You've got me cumming already, mm-mm-m, and you haven't even sucked me yet. This could turn into a long, lovely night."
"I love your cunt. I just love it," he said, and in a sudden frenzy of deep emotion, he smacked hot kisses all up and down the length and breadth of it, clasping her tightly about the thighs now as she obligingly lifted her legs and continued to croon and purr in her growing ecstasy.
He found he could reach all the way around her thighs and draw apart the upper reaches of her plump slit with his fingers, and this gave him perfect access to her waiting clit. He worked his lips on it as he sucked it, and he roiled it with his tongue, while she held his head firm and went joyfully crazy.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she cried, tits flopping up and down as she humped her gushing twat up against his face. "UH-h-h-o-o-h-h-h-h, again! Make me cum again!" she demanded, and hauled her legs up till her knees were touching the sides of her tits, leaving her luscious cunt wonderfully open for his kisses. "OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H!!!" she screamed, just as little Kim appeared at the edge of George's field of vision.
She shook his shoulder and said, "Daddy, don't hurt her!"
Martha's cunt jiggled as she laughed. She lowered her legs and sighed, "It didn't hurt a bit, Kimmy. Whew! You weren't supposed to see such nasty things as cunt-kissing, but now that you have, I want you to know you saw one of the very best cunt-kissers at work."
George lifted his head, panting heavily, and wiped the musky wetness from his face. He swatted Kim fondly on the ass, squeezed her firm little rump, and said, "You're supposed to be in bed. A girl your age could get in trouble staying up with the grown-ups."
"I thought you were hurting her," she said, tense and trembling under his hand, looking from one to the other at the smiling faces below her. "I thought you were biting her there."
George gave Martha's cunt a loving, lingering kiss, turned back to his daughter, and said, "A lovely cunt like this is much too good a thing to hurt. I love it. I love to kiss it," he said, and demonstrated this. "I love to make it feel good."
He stroked her fine little butt, moving the rustling green satin over it, as Martha purred, "And it does feel good to have your cunt kissed."
A weak smile toyed with her lips as she said, "D-Does it?"
The small bulge of her twat was too close to George's face to be ignored any longer. He drew her closer and placed a warm kiss through the satin, stroked the back of her leg, and said, "That's what the girls tell me. I know I like to do it, I like the taste of pussy. But as for how it feels to have it done, I just can't tell you."
"And I couldn't describe it," said Martha, and took the hand of the apprehensive girl in hers. "It's something every woman has to feel for herself. Why don't you just slip out of that dress and see for yourself just a little? I'm sure your dad wouldn't mind showing you a little, and if he does mind, well, I'd be glad to help you experience something new and nice."
"Y-You do it to girls?" said Kim, showing more interest than surprise, but still clinging to her dress as they plucked at it.
"Not nearly so well as your father does, I'm sure," said the smiling Martha. George was still nuzzling lightly with his lips about Kim's lightly covered loins, too excited at the moment to even talk. He didn't need to, for Martha was right there to help him, smoothly wheedling and cajoling the girl, and at last saying, "Oh, come now, Kim. It's something every girl should feel, and you've already proven you're not a scaredy-cat when it comes to such things. Here, darling, we'll just pull your skirt up like this and you can sit down on your Aunt Martha's knee and feel what it's like to have that pretty little cunt of your kissed. Relax, darling. You're trembling all over. Just relax and enjoy it. I'm sure George will stop right away if you don't happen to like it."
There was no way George could have stopped once he'd seen her slim shapely legs appearing from under the rising green satin. Panting, he watched every inch of the ascent of her long skirt until he was looking from very close at his daughter's fourteen-year-old cunt, very thinly covered with fine golden hair, pinkly bulging, with a prim little slit all aquiver in waiting for his agile tongue. With her skirts bunched up about her waist, Kim sat precariously down on Martha's nyloned knee. Martha was still talking softly and steadily, coaxing Kim's legs apart, and when finally opened to reveal still more of her cunning little twat, George's confidence zoomed, and he moved his face between her legs and extended his tongue.
Kim gave a little start and said, "Oh!" when her cunt felt its first tongue, and George had to hold back from simply devouring it, for it was positively delicious. It was brimful of creamy young cunt juice, sweet and almost totally virginal. With just the tip of his tongue he tasted her up and down, then placed a light kiss directly over her clit and backed off and smiled at her.
She still looked scared. She still looked hot, too, perched on the knee of the near naked woman, with Martha's hands clasping her round her waist. "Well?" he said. "Is that so bad, Kim?"
"It felt nice. Sort of funny, but nice."
Martha laughed and said, "It takes a little getting used to. But very little, really. More, George. Kiss our Kimmy's cunt a little more."
He kissed her more heavily this time, lightly stroking her outer thighs, smoother than the satin of her dress, and touching her clit with his tongue. She was giggling now, as if it tickled, and Martha was helping by giggling with her as George got more deeply involved in eating this delicious young twat. He was lapping up the nectar and at the same time bringing forth more of it with his kisses, proud excitement rising in him with each of Kim's new squirmings on Martha's lap. He had his chin resting on Martha's thigh now, and his hands were caressing both of the girls' thighs and hips as he tongued and kissed the splendid young cunt he'd been given.
"Do you like it, Kim? Do you?" said Martha.
"I think I do. It's ... Oooo. It's nice."
"Then settle back and enjoy it, darling. Your father's not going to stop for a while. Let's take this dress off, Kimmy. But first, give us a kiss."
Kim leaned back and kissed Martha over her shoulder. Their red-smeared mouths clung and sucked while George's mouth sucked warmly on Kim's cunt and his gaze devoured the sight of them further exciting each other. Martha's hands were roving over Kim's tummy and breasts, Kim's were reaching back for Martha, and George's were busily feeling both of them at the same time. And all the while, his long curling tongue moved on through the tight creamy split between Kim's pinkening legs.
The girl was clearly enflamed when the kiss ended. She was panting and slack-jawed and her fine little ass was writhing on Martha's big thigh as Martha inched her dress up higher, saying, "Let's just have this clear off and get you naked, darling. It's a pretty dress, but not near as pretty as you are. There, isn't that better?" she said, smiling as the completely naked girl settled sighing back on her. "Just settle back and be comfortable, dear, and tell me whether or not you enjoy having your cunt kissed."
Martha's hands were working on bare titties and tummy now as Kim babbled, "Oh! Oh, it does feel nice. His tongue goes right up in me. He must like it, but I can't see how. I just feel like everything's running right out of me and he's just licking it all up. Oh, Martha. Oh-h-h-h-h...."
"Yes, dear. You're liking it well enough. Relax a bit and like it even more. Just lean back against me, darling. And look. Isn't his tongue pretty as it licks your little cunt?"
"Uh-huh," said Kim, staring down, while George easily spread her legs farther and stiffened his tongue to thrill her even more. "But maybe we better ... quit, Martha. It makes me feel too funny."
"Funny?" said Martha, holding her right where she was. "Funny like you felt out at the pool last weekend? Whe we were kissing?"
"Uh-huh," Kim whimpered, eyes almost closed now, and body in constant writhing motion on Martha's lap.
"Funny like we both did when we were cunt-fucking in the bedroom last weekend?" Martha said.
"Oh, Martha!" Kim moaned, and sought hungrily over her shoulder for her mouth.
Martha chuckled and said, "Go ahead and cum, darling. Your father knows about how women cum. He wants you to feel good. Go on and let him make you feel good, dear. Then I will."
"Uh-h-h-h-o-o-h-h-h-h!" Kim wailed, as it all broke loose in her and she went into orgasm.
Her cunt got all soft and suddenly much wetter, and George fastened his mouth on it to eke all he could out of this, her first oral orgasm. He wasn't even thinking of himself now, nor even of Martha. All of his sexual being was centered on sucking that soft, sweet, young cunt and giving it such pleasure that it would forever after appreciate a loving and educated mouth such as his. The lovely young blonde was having herself a time on the big brunette's lap, twisting and turning every which way, pressing her bare back against Martha's bare tits, but never once moving her cunt from George's mouth. She was either kissing Martha or she was throwing her head back in her ecstasy so that Martha's mouth could find her throat, and when George had her orgasming steadily and well, his mouth found Martha's cunt.
It was right there under Kim's. It was already well sucked, but certainly always ready for more, and George felt no fatigue at all as his stiffly pointed tongue moved down from Kim's cunt to Martha's, then back up again.
They were different in flavor, different in texture. Martha's twat juices were stronger than Kim's and her cuntal flesh softer and more generous in quantity. Kim's cunt was practically bald compared to Martha's, but both were equally delicious to George as he ran his mouth and tongue over them, feeling them squirm and quiver and cum over and over.
"Together! Right together!" Martha panted. "Oh, what a man your father is!"
"I love to cum with you!" Kim gasped. "And I love to have my cunt sucked. I LOVE IT!"
They locked together in another over-the-shoulder kiss, and George's tongue kept on its course. Kim's bare legs were perfectly positioned on top of Martha's nyloned ones so that their two cunts were one to George. He could go from Kim's clit to Martha's ass-hole with one continuous swipe of his tongue, and this he did over and over as the cunt juice flowed and blended intimately in the two sexiest cunts in the world. He felt as strong as a bull, as if he could go on forever, but when Martha easily diverted him to what he really wanted.
The big woman shuddered through yet another orgasm and said, "Kim! Oh, this's wonderful with you, but I've got to feel his cock in me! Don't move, darling. Take it in your hand and put it in for me."
George stood up on his knees, panting heavily, face drenched with lovely cunt juice. His big, swollen prick popped up like a pole, and the orgasm-dazed Kim could only stare down at it at first. George smiled and leaned forward, took her by her sagging shoulders, and heaved the long, hard underside of his cock against the warm clinging wetness of the two cunts he'd so thoroughly feasted on. He moved it slowly there, feeling the residual orgasms rippling through them, and he softly said, "Don't be afraid of it, honey. Just take it in your little hand and slip it in Martha's cunt. Martha really loves to get fucked. She really needs it. Go ahead, dear. Don't be afraid."
George backed off, and very nearly came when he saw Kim's trembling hand curl and close around his bone-hard cockshaft. When he was able to hold back, though, he felt he might go on all night with this same big hardon.
Despite her orgasms and her excitement, Kim expressed a growing interest in the sweet task assigned her. Now she took George's cock in both hands, down between her outspread legs, and quite accurately guided his extremely swollen cockhead to its waiting orifice. Martha's contented sigh brought a smile to her face, and she let George's cockshaft slide through her little hands as he eased it into the cunt he loved so dearly.
"It's so big!" she exclaimed. "And all of it's going in you!"
"Uh-huh!" said Martha, hands working on Kim's hips just as George's were working on Martha's. "God, it feels good to get fucked! I can hardly wait till you feel how nice it is to have a big cock in you."
"And it won't be long," George murmured, toying with Kim's titties now, and kissing her brow as she fascinatedly watched the long, easy insertions of his cock into Martha's clinging cunt.
"Too big. It's too big for me," she muttered, ever staring, not missing a thing.
"Whoops," said George, and deliberately let his cock slip out of Martha's cunt to send its swollen knob sliding up till it bumped against Kim's clit. She gave a sharp start, but she obviously liked it, for there was a coy smile on her face as she once again inserted his cock in Martha's cunt.
Several more times George made this seemingly inadvertent slip, and soon little Kim had her legs spread even wider and was smiling in eager anticipation of the next intrusion of his cockhead through her vulva. George was amazed at his control. Just a week before, he'd spontaneously creamed in just kissing Martha's cunt, and now he could kiss it and Kim's, could fuck it and practically fuck Kim's and still remain in command of himself. All the thrills were there, more than doubled, and could be enjoyed just as long as he cared to enjoy them. He chuckled at his prowess, took out his cock and bent to kiss the two cunts, then reinserted it with the same deep pleasure he'd felt at the initial insertion. He had both women near swooning with orgasmic excitement and he could do with them what he chose.
He slipped his cock out again and let it rest throbbing against the two cunts. Kim was quick to take it in her hands, and when she did it this time, George smoothly said, "Just touch the end of it against your vagina, dear. Just see how it feels."
"You won't put it in me?" she anxiously said, and just as anxiously, she pressed his rubbery big know there and moved it around, moaning with the new pleasures this afforded her.
"Yoy're much too small for a cock this big," said George. "Don't you think so, Martha?"
Martha could straighten up and smile down over Kim's shoulder. There she said, "It just looks too big. I think it would fit just fine. Hmm, Kim?"
"Maybe just a little. J-Just a little bit," she said, and caught in her breath as she pulled him harder against her.
"Careful now," said George, gently but steadily pushing, and again his control almost fled from him as his cock knob disappeared into Kim's incredibly tight cunt, and she gasped quite loudly.
"It's in me! You're fucking me!" she said, eyes wide with wonder, cuntlips wide with cock.
George laughed and kissed her, easing his cock in and out by just fractions of an inch, and said, "I'm fucking you just a little. Just giving you a taste of it. It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No!" she said in wonder. "Not at all. But it looks like it's going to ... split me wide open!"
"It looks beautiful to me," Martha murmured, and her hands traveled from Kim's titties to her cunt to draw apart her taut cuntlips so that another half inch of George's well lubricated cock could be pushed in her.
"I couldn't take the whole thing! I could never take it all!" said Kim, though from the way her hips were working, she could certainly try.
"No rush," said George.
"But you could take more," said Martha.
Kim flinched when George's cock penetrated her hyman, but the sight of the slight show of blood seemed to relieve her more than frighten her. "There!" she firmly said, and gritted her teeth and began to shove and hump and fuck with her little hips until, with little more urging from Martha, she'd taken his whole big cock in her.
"There," she said again, sighing and leaning back against Martha. "I did it. I really did it!"
"You surely did, honey," said George, and slowly drew the long thick length of his cock out of her and eased it in again to bring an ecstatic smile to her angelic face.
"This is what it's all about," Martha murmured at Kim's ear, as George picked up a slow, steady rhythm. "Eating it and sucking and playing around is fine, but having a good hard thing up your twat is where it's at. Right, Kim?"
"Yes-s-s. Oh-h-h-h-h, yes-s-s-s-s-s!" said Kim, and under the guidance of Martha's hands, her hips picked up the tempo set by George.
"You love to get fucked, don't you?" said Martha.
"Love it. Love to get fucked," she replied, sweating and panting, always ecstatically smiling.
"Big hard things up you cunt. That's what you like best," Martha went on, kissing the girl's ear and feeling her tits, looking down over her shoulder at the nice, slow fucking she was getting.
"Fucking," Kim gasped. "Best thing of all. God, it's so big and I'm taking the whole thing!"
"And more to come," said George, grinding his cock into her as deep as it would go, rubbing his heavily swollen balls against the lusciously wet cunt just under Kim's. "Gonna cum now, eh?" he said, starting to move again. "Gonna cum in a real ... big ... way!"
"Can't ... stop it!" said Kim, as George took firm hold on her hips, and sawed his big cock in and out of her little cunt, and as Martha's red-tipped fingers found Kim's clit and massaged it deeply.
"Oh! OH! All!-YEE-E-E-E-E-ESSSSS!" Kim screamed, taking off on an orgasmic trip that both adults could feel down to their toes. She was sandwiched between them, big man's cock plunging in and out of her cunt, woman's expert fingers tweaking her clit, cumming as hard as anyone possibly could cum. And sandwiched between them like that there was no escape from the sensational pleasures even if she'd wanted to escape. She was going nuts, wonderfully nuts, and both of them could feel her every twitching and cumming as they held her there, gazing over her shoulder into each other's eyes, knowing this might be the peak experience in their sexual lives. George's heavy ejaculation was almost incidental to the furious series of young orgasms that took over little Kim to leave her blissfully spent and exhausted, with her cunt juice and George's jism slowly trickling down to Martha's big cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
George awoke next morning feeling superlatively good, then immediately plunged into a deep depression. "My God," he moaned. "My God, I screwed little Kim last night."
Throaty chuckling sounded at his side. He turned his head to glare at Martha Barclay, and she said from the smugness of the big bed they shared, "And you screwed me too, and did a very good job of it. You're quite a man."
"Yes, quite a man," he bitterly said. "She's fourteen years old and I had to take advantage of her, I had to screw her."
"Girls get screwed all the time, and as far as I'm concerned, fourteen is just about the best age for it."
"I screwed my daughter, dammit!" he said.
"And she enjoyed every moment of it," Martha coolly pointed out.
George cursed again and said, "Next thing you're going to tell me is that I'm going to have to screw her again, you damned lesbian, or else you'll fire me for stealing those goddamed lousy stamps! Well, you can just take that job and shove it up your royal ass!"
"I never intend to threaten you again," she said, still infuriatingly calm. Whether or not you screw Kim again is up to you, and to her, of course. Insofar as my being a lesbian, I think my performance in bed last night after we tucked Kim in proves I like men. And as for shoving your job up my royal ass, that's the best offer I've had all day," she said, and reached out under the covers and found his cock in a fine state of early morning stiffness.
"I could strangle you!" he shourted, and leaped out of bed and headed for her bathroom.
It was all pink and gold and white, disgustingly sybaritic, not a fit place for a man to even wash his hands in. He grew angrier still at himself and his surroundings as he pissed all over his boss's toilet seat, and then he went storming out to cleanse the dirty sex residues from himself with a plunge in the pool.
Up and down the pool he swam, knowing he'd never be clean again, not caring if he exhausted himself and sank to the bottom of the pool. His erection was long since gone, and his cock and balls still dragged behind him. Could he cut off his cock or have himself castrated? That would be the best thing for all involved, but even if he did that, his poor daughter would still be in love with his satanical, bisexual boss.
George dragged himself from the pool and sprawled panting on its concrete apron, shivering in the early morning coolness. The thing to do was just leave. Don't even pack anything, just get in his car and take off, and when he ran out of gas money, start hitchhiking. Get a job washing dishes somewhere, and as quickly as possible, sink to the lowest depths of skid row society where he wouldn't even be able to think of what was happening to his only daughter. She'd probably be okay. Martha would take care of her for a while, and Martha wasn't entirely without a heart. She'd educate Kim in other areas than sex, and when she grew tired of the girl Kim would be old enough to take care of herself. Old enough to turn into the same sort of successful businesswoman that Martha was, and the same sort of sex freak. George frankly didn't know what to do, but he did know he could never face his daughter again for as long as he lived.
But he heard their voices then and he lay perfectly still, feigning sleep or death. They were laughing as if nothing untoward had happened and they were coming closer and he knew he should have already run away. He had to act surprised and groggy when a bare foot nudged his hip, and when he looked up he couldn't help but grin, for both Martha and Kim looked adorable.
He was looking straight up at their pussies. He couldn't even see their faces for each of them was carrying a tray, but he could certainly see their pussies because each of them had nothing at all on but a tiny cocktail apron. Martha's was as furry and plump and beautiful as ever, and Kim's sweet little crack looked none the worse for the big stiff cock it had taken the evening before. All pink and pretty, it seemed to be coyly but eagerly peeping through its golden fringe of hair at him. George's prick was twitching its way to hardness even as he rolled over to have a better look at the two splendid cunts.
"Breakfast is served, sir!" they said in unison, and drew the trays aside to beam down on him with smiles almost as pretty as their pussies. Kim had pink ribbons in her hair and Martha wore green ones, and each was so very gay and lovely that all thought of leaving them had quickly fled. He got up on his knees and gave each of the sweet, clean pussies a warmly welcoming kiss.
"Your breakfast is on the tray, George," said Martha.
"I've got all I want right here," he said, and returned to her lovely warm twat to slip his tongue in the moistening folds and touch that nice big clit she had there.
Kim giggled and said, "Daddy, your coffee is getting cold."
"Coffee's bad for you," he said, and pressed his mouth against Kim's fat little cunt, spread the dewy lips with his thumbs and gave it a nice licking from bottom to top and back again.
She wriggled her hips in delight, and Martha said, "Don't encourage him, honey. He's got to eat his breakfast to keep his strength up for us."
"Just put the damned breakfast on the table," he said, surrounded by pussy. "I've got everything I want right here."
They sighed in mock resignation and turned to place the trays on the patio table. Bent over the table, exchanging some whispered words and gigglings, their lovely bare bottoms presented far too tempting a target to be passed up. He went forward on his knees, toward Kim's impudently rounded little buttocks and Martha's voluptuously rounded ones, encircled both pairs of hips with his arms, and began kissing.
"He's never happy," said Martha, thrusting her bottom back at him. "We fix him bacom and eggs and he wants pussy. We're all set to give him pussy and he wants fanny. How do you please a man like that?"
"You're doing fine," he assured them, and burrowed his face deep in the luxuriously soft crack of her ass, held her hips firm, and kissed his way right on down to her ass-hole.
"But I'm not doing so fine," said Kim, and bumped his cheek with her pert little butt.
"You'll have to wait your turn," said George, and quickly decided it was her turn then, and spread her firm asscheeks wide to give her the same treatment he'd given their hostess.
"Ooo, that feels weird!" she said, and bent over farther to give him better access to her delightfully firm little butt-hole.
"But nice?" said Martha.
"Everything he does is nice. Ooo! Ooo, he's sticking his tongue right up inside my fanny! Ooo!!! I'll bet people fuck there. Do they, Marty? Ooo, Daddy! Martha, do they???"
"People do everything, if they're not afraid," she said.
Martha had turned so that her pussy was right at his shoulder. He turned and spread its fleshy lips wide, gave it a quick licking from its slick hole to its protuberant clit, then wrapped his loving lips around that clit and sucked in the best way he knew how.
"Oh, Georgie!" Martha exclaimed, and spread her knees outward and pressed her fingers against the back of his head. "You can bring me off in such a hurry!"
"Are you going to cum?" Kim eagerly asked, and George brushed aside the hem of Martha's apron in time to see his teenaged daughter slip her arms about Martha's waist. "I love it when you cum. Cum real big!" she said, wriggling against her and fondling her heavy tits.
"Whew! I'm about to. Help me, honey. While your daddy sucks my cunt, you love me up and say sexy things to me. Whew!"
"Fucking and sucking, cocks and cunts and cumming!" said Kim, in a fine state of sympathetic orgasm herself. "Beautiful big titties and big hard cocks! Kissing fannies and fucking and sucking all the time, and we just love it, don't we?!? Cum, Marty! Cum real big!"
Martha's pussy was throbbing and gushing against George's mouth as she hugged the girl closer and panted, "Sexy little twat. Just look at you, pulling my nipples and rubbing your hot little body up against mine while your daddy sucks me off. I love your little titties and every bit of you, just like I love your father, and between the two of us we're going to turn you into the sexiest fucking woman who ever walked the face of the earth. Oh, Kimmy! Oh, George!" she hoarsely cried, and mashed her open mouth on Kim's and stabbed a finger in her cunt as her big clitoris throbbed and swelled between George's lips and she exploded in soaring orgasm.
"Ah-hJi-h. You two are just what I've always needed," said Martha, sighing and settling back with her big butts against the edge of the table. "I think I'll keep you both."
"Just try to get rid of us," said George, and turned to press his mouth against Kim's sweet cunt.
"Oh, yes, Daddy! Do it to me!" she said, spreading her little cuntlips with eager fingers and presenting herself to him as freely as she could. "Make me cum as nice as you did her. Ooo!"
"So you like to cum, do you?" said Martha, fully recovered from her quick climax and getting her hands on little Kim now. She played with Kim's fine little titties and fondled her ass and said, "Do you like this? Do you like having your cunt sucked?"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried, bouncing up and down in her excitement.
"Just look at his mouth working on your box. Look at my hand on your titties. Do you really want to cum good?"
"Yes, oh, yes!" she squealed, tasting to George as if she was already cumming.
"Then hold still, darling, and let me get my finger up your pretty butt, eh? Would you like that, dear?"
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned, lips peeled back in a lovely grimace of ecstasy, lithe little hips pushing back against a hand that George couldn't see. "Don't! Don't! It ... Oh, Jeez!" she cried, hips snapping back and forth now, taking George's tongue in her hot little cunt and Martha's finger in her tight little ass-hole, cumming just as hard as she'd wanted to till she was limply slumped against the big brunette.
George rose unsteadily to his feet. He was grinning, then sucking when Martha gave him a most grateful kiss. Kim's hug was equally full of gratitude as he stood on that lovely summery morning with his hard cock so nicely sandwiched between the two naked women.
"Daddy, you're just wonderful!" Kim enthused, as she squirmed all over him. "You're the greatest daddy in the world!"
"And we ought to feed him," said Martha, and the glowingly contented women quickly made George comfortable on a lounge chair in the shade and served him his breakfast.
It was still warm, and he ate it with gusto as well as with considerable help from his little harem. They sat by his sides on the cushion, feeding him tidbits, touching him fondly. All he needed was the sight of them to keep his prick up hard. They were laughing and talking, having a fine time, and Kim was displaying a growing fascination for father's cock. Her gaze kept turning toward it, and her roving hand grew noticeably twitchy each time it neared the upright organ. It made George nervous too, and of course Martha wasn't missing a thing. As George sipped his coffee she said, "What's the matter, Kim? Afraid to touch it?"
Kim jerked her hand back. "Me? Oh, no. I just ... Well...."
"It's such a nice big one. And so pretty," Martha said, and curled her hand around it, and bent down and pressed her warm lips against its swollen red end.
Kim shivered in spite of the day's warmth, and George shared at least some of her discomfiture. She was obviously repelled as much as fascinated by the naked cock before her. He was aroused by Martha's hand on his cock, but fearful for Kim because of the gleam in Martha's eye.
"Anybody for a swim?" he said.
"There's a lot of good times in this cock," said Martha, still softly handling it. "As you found out last night, Kim."
"It really felt good to ... have it in me," she said, fidgetting her bottom on the lounge chair. "It's just so weird to look at."
"Come on, you two," said George. "You're making me feel like a laboratory specimen. Let's go for a swim."
Martha said, "Stay right where you are, George. Kim, take it in your hand. Go on. Do as I say."
She made a face and George inwardly groaned, but she reached out and touched it with her fingertips, and her eyebrows went up. "It's soft. I mean, it's really hard inside, but its skin is so soft. Like ... like velvet!" she said, and her hand replaced Martha's on George's cock.
Martha laughed and said, "You were expecting maybe sandpaper?"
Kim laughed with her and curled her other hand around it, then stopped short and said, "It won't start squirting, will it?"
"It will if you pump it up," said Martha. "It looks like it's ready to cum. See how big his balls are?"
"Ooo," said Kim, as she bent close to look at George's big nuts nestled between his legs on the canvas covered cushion.
"Er ... nobody's interested in a little swim?" George weakly said, lightly perspiring now.
"Definitely not." Martha pulled at his knee. "Open up your legs and show Kimmy what you've got. Kim, get around where you can get a good look at it all.
Kim was enjoying her father's embarrassment now as he reluctantly elevated his knees and parted them, and as she came around to sit on her heels between his legs. "What's the matter, Daddy? How's come you're so shy? Is he ticklish there, Martha? Should I tickle him? Gosh, look how big it is, sitcking up like that. And his hair feels nice. And his balls are so big, like they're filled up with cum-cum. You know, it is sort of pretty," she said, stroking his inner thighs, using her eager little hands all over his cock and balls, and trailing the ends of her long blonde hair over his open loins.
He slumped back on his elbows, genitalia fully exposed to the minute examination of his daughter. Seminal fluid was oozing steadily from the slit in the end of his dick and sexual excitement was crawling all over him. and there wasn't a thing in the world he could do about it. Kim was playing with him as if he was a new Christmas doll, and the serenely smiling Martha was gently but persistently urging her on. Kim looked as pretty as a naked angel there between his legs, though now there was the light of devilish excitement in her clear blue eyes, confirmed by the erectile hardness of her little pink nipples. His errant imagination skipped to a picture of his dick spurting jism all over her fine little titties and he had to grit his teeth to hold back from creaming.
"He smells good," said Martha. "I like the smell of men in heat."
Kim bent closer to inhale deeply. "Sort of sweaty, but ... but sort of nice."
"And it tastes even nicer than it smells," said Martha.
"Wait a minute," said George, starting to rise. "I really think we all ought to take a dip."
"Taste him," said Martha. "Go on. I won't tell."
Kim licked her lips, looked expectantly from Martha to George, then quickly touched her tonguetip to the sticky wet end of the big cock sticking up before her. She wrinkled her nose and said, "It's salty. I thought it would taste super good or something, but it just tastes salty."
"It's an acquired taste, dear," Martha told her. "A taste that a lot of gals just never do like because they haven't given it a real try. Personally I love the taste of cock."
"You do?" said Kim, eyes very wide, and then she bent down again and swept her pink tongue over George's cummy cockhead, making him gasp and spread his legs wider.
"Not bad, eh?" said Martha, watching closely as Kim licked it again.
"It tastes better all the time," said the girl, holding it in both hands and licking it like an ice cream cone, while George panted and sweated and writhed on the lounge chair.
Martha stroked Kim's blonde head and said, "Kiss it, darling. Suck on it. It deserves that for all the pleasure it's already given you and for all the pleasures yet to come."
"She doesn't need to be turned into a cocksucker too," George bitterly said, but he didn't try to draw away when Kim wet her lips and then slid them down over the bulbous red knob of his cock. Far from that, he grunted in his deepening pleasure and he tilted up his pelvis to push still more of his big thick cock into the sucking mouth of his daughter. "Next thing you'll do is have her eating pussy," he said. "God damn, that feels good. It sure didn't take her long to acquire her taste. Just look at her, Martha. Look at her suck her first cock. Cheeks all sunken in, lips working up and down on it. God damn, that feels good."
"Is she using her tongue nicely?" said Martha, still stroking Kim's bent and bobbing head, caressing her narrow bare back.
"You taught her right, boss-lady. Mmmmm. Little Frenchie, that's her. I'd like to get around and stick my tongue up her twat, but I feel too good to move. If she keeps it up much longer though, I'm going to cum, right in her fucking mouth."
Martha chuckled and said, "Fucking mouth is right. George, just look at her go! It looks as if our little girl likes all the grown-up games. I'll bet her pussy's getting all wet. What do you think, George?"
"I think I'd like to be sucking on it right now, but like I say, I feel too good to move. And I'll bet that hot little cunt of hers would feel real good if she'd move over and squat it down on my foot."
The trio shifted positions on the lounge chair. George and Martha stretched out side by side on the long cushion and Kim moved over till her very nicely wetted pussy was nestled warmly against George's shinbone. Throughout the repositioning Kim did not take her sucking, sliding mouth from George's cock. She obviously relished it greatly. Her nostrils were flaring and her breathing was coming faster than was George's as she sucked and swallowed with growing avidity. Martha's loins were on the same level as George's. He reached for her pussy, parted its hair and extruded her big clitoris between two fingers, and he said, "Whew. Kim likes sucking cock as much as I dig eating pussy. And you dig watching her suck cock, don't you, Martha. You're really getting wet."
"I like watching Kim do anything. And your hand feels so-o-o-o good on me there," said she, rolling toward him a bit.
Kim's mouth stayed on George's cock, but her gaze strayed to the big, black-furred cunt so close to her. George said, "Mm. Oh-h-h. Wow, does my dick ever like this. It really feels big in her mouth. I'm gonna cum. I won't be able to hold it back much longer the was she's sucking me off." Kim's back was perspiring and she was squirming all around his legs, eyeing Martha's cunt sidelong as George sensuously fingered it. "I'm really going to eat some pussy after I cum," he went on. "I love to eat pussy. It's as sexy as getting sucked off. I love to feel my face between a pair of soft thighs, love to lap hot cunt and suck on a big clit like yours till it's cumming and juicing all over the fucking place."
At last Kim lifted her kiss-swollen lips from George's cock, gave an anguished little whimper, and buried her sweet face in the dark tuft at the juncture of Martha's loins. "Darling!" said Martha, and with a wink and a smile for George, she placed her hand on Kim's head. "Kimmy, that feels so good!" she said, spreading her tanned legs wider still for the eagerly cunt-lapping girl. "Honey, you didn't have to do this but, ooooo, I'm so glad you did. Ah, you darling little cocksucking cunt-lapper, make it feel good, honey, make it cum!!! YES! OH, YES!!!" she cried, suddenly heaving and thrashing on the lounge chair, clutching at George and clutching at Kim as the neophyte cuntlicker brought her off to a lovely quick climax.
She was still licking the quivering wet flesh of Martha's big cunt and still retaining her hold on George's throbbing dick. He was highly inspired by all of it, so much so that the throbbing of his dick increased, and he found himself straining to hold back from an ejaculation. He groaned, Kim looked up past Martha's cunt to resume her cocksucking.
"Uh! Here it CUMS!" George grunted, and clamped a strong hand on Kim's head to hold her right there where she was while his thick cock erupted in her mouth.
She showed no signs of trying to back off from what she'd brought about. Far from it, she increased her avid suckings and lickings, eagerly gulping down the rich quantities of hot jism that came gushing and spurting into her mouth. Martha embraced him as the waves of ecstasy swept over him, and when her hot mouth found his, he poured out his love and gratitude to her in a deep deep kiss that lasted till his well sucked cock was once again slowly oozing.
The lights were bright in Kim's eyes as she lifted her head. She brushed back her hair, licked her cum-flecked lips, and said, "I like it. It tasted just scrumptious. Both of you did. Ooo!" she said, bubbling with happy excitement, and her head bobbed down from one to the other, licking Martha's cunt and George's cock, one after the other and back again.
CHAPTER NINE
Kim stood up on her knees on the lounge chair, astraddle George's leg and Martha's. She was all flushed and glowing with youthful excitement, her bleached hair was in charming disarray, and mingled jism and cunt juice was on her fair face. Her little titties were pointing proudly up, her sweet pussy was there to be seen under the hem of her apron, and she looked altogether beautiful as she spoke of her most recent sexual accomplishments. "I just love to suck cock!" she said. "And eating pussy is just terrific. You two are just so good to me to show me all these things!"
"And we can be even better to you, as long as you're a good girl," said Martha, and sat up and kissed her.
Kim wriggled happily in her arms, and as Martha's mouth descended to taste her rosebud titties, she impishly said, "And what if I'm bad?"
SPLAT! The sound of Martha's hand on Kim's bare bottom resonated sharply through the patio. She rubbed her butt with both hands and said, "I'll be good," and Martha laughed and mouthed lower on her cunning body, saying, "And then we'll be good to you."
"Oooo, that's nice," said Kim, as now Martha's hungry mouth was at her loins, and her long, agile tongue was dipping deep through honeyed lips to thrill the girl anew. "Ooooo," she said again, holding onto Martha's dark head. "That feels ever so good. I just knew you liked to do it, Martha. I knew you liked to eat pussy like Daddy does. And I just kept wondering and wondering why you ... oooo! ... why you never did it. Oh, Martha!" she exclaimed, as the soft, strong lips fastened strongly on her little twat, and the hands held her fanny firmly. "Oh, Martha!" she cried, and George sat up for a good close view of the woman's obviously experienced mouth at work, making the girl's cunt swell and throb with paroxysms of joy.
Martha really had her going and wasn't going to let her stop. With her mouth as the focal point of her sexual onslaught, the powerful woman bore the orgasming girl down on her back on the lounge. Her lithe legs were flailing randomly, she was frantically writhing her torso, and her young face was all twisted with the heavy emotions and feelings ripping through her. She was cumming strongly, in rapid succession, helpless to stop it, utterly beautiful. George got up and went around the chair, to toy with her tender nipples while he spoke with her.
"Cumming good, honey?"
"Uh-h-h! Oh-h-h-h-h!!!"
"Do you like to suck and fuck? Do you like us all to get naked together and feel good with each other?"
"Oh-h-h-h! Uh, uh, uh!" she said, clutching at him, cumming, in a mindless state of ecstasy.
He looked down at Martha, noisily sucking on that delicious little cunt, and said, "Come sit on my face, Kimmy, and then I'll show you another way to fuck."
Martha's eyes and her smile were sparkling as she helped Kim up. There seemed to be something about eating pussy that made a woman radiant. Of course George liked eating it too, and he quickly laid down on his back in the shade and reached up for his daughter.
She was still close to swooning with all the orgasms she'd had from Marth's tongue. With a steadying hand from her new friend, she placed her feet at the sides of George's head. He caressed her bare legs and licked his lips in eager anticipation as Martha helped her down. Her sweet pink pussy, all wet and swollen from Martha's kisses, loomed ever closer, its lips parting in an erotic smile as she squatted over him. He raised his head an inch and stuck out his tongue, and he was sure he had her cumming again before her firm little buns were fully settled on his chest.
"Oh, Daddy, lick it!" she crooned. "Oh, how I love to have my cunt licked. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. It just makes me feel good all over. I could just go on like this forev....
Mmph! Mm-mm-m...."
George had closed his eyes in his concentration on their joint pleasures. Now when he opened them he saw that Martha had taken a position standing over his head. He was looking straight up at her, up past Kim's titties, up between Martha's tanned, sculptured legs to her hairy twat, wherein Kim's tongue was working. While he was eating Kim, Kim was eating Martha, and he knew very well that each of the orgasms he brought to his daughter were being passed on after full enjoyment and further enjoyed by his boss. He coaxed every orgasm he could out of them both before Kim was so overcome with it all that she slipped from her perch on his chest and slumped to the patio floor.
George was immediately at her, urgently horny. Her pert little bottom was turned toward him and his strong hands clasped on it and hoisted her up into better position. She was so weakened by the plethora of orgasms that had ripped through her swiftly maturing body that she could hardly stand up on her knees and elbows, but new life was injected into her with the insertion of George's very ready prick. He held her firm and shoved it right in, all of it, and she shuddered and shook like a dog, and panted, "All of it. Yes, I want all of it!"
"You're fucking well getting it!" said George, humping relentlessly hard, and holding her so hard she could barely help him with the squirmings of her hips.
He'd waited too long for it. But he liked it that way. For hours now he'd been in the close company of a pair of tauntingly beautiful, flagrantly sexy women. He'd been watching them play and suck together, and he'd been sucked and done some sucking of his own. True, he'd slipped his nuts once that morning, but even that had been a mere prelude to where it was really at when it came to sex, plunging his dick in a hot, tight, wriggling cunt, feeling that total dick massage while the owner of the cunt went joyfully crazy. Without letup he socked it to her, slapping his heavy hanging balls up under her as she took it dog fashion, driven on by her squeals of rapture and by her friend's open admiration for the cocksman that he was. He fucked her till the sweet juices were spilling out of her well filled cunt and trickling down her legs, and then he emptied his whole being in her in the form of torrents of blasting hot jism. When he withdrew his dripping cock she was limp and panting on the floor, but she was dreamily smiling too. He turned his grin on the black haired woman and said, "Who's next?"
Martha raised her hand. She smiled and said, "I volunteer. But first we're going to have a little talk, the three of us, and see where we stand. If, that is, that's all right with you, George."
He raised his eyebrows at the newly respectful tone in her voice, then frowned and nodded. "Draw a bath for me, will you," he said. "And you and Kim bathe in the other bathroom. And no fooling around between you two. Do you understand? Not until I'm there to help."
The trio soon met again on the patio, refreshed and calm. Martha was wearing another diaphanouts, voluminous flowered housedresses, Kim was looking sweet and teenagey in a little white tennis dress Martha had bought for her, and George was comfortable in boxer style swim trunks also provided by their hostess. As Kim poured lemonade for them, Martha spoke:
"I like you a lot. Both of you. In fact, I'm in love with both of you. It's not that I just love you, I'm in love with you. Yes, it's possible for a woman to be in love with two people of both gender, just as it's possible for a bisexual person like me to enjoy having sex with both genders. It's more than just sex with you two. It started out to be sex, but then I grew fond of you and now I'm sincerely in love with you and I want to, well, form a marriage."
George smiled. "You're asking my daughter for my hand in marriage? And you're asking me for hers? Be serious, Martha. This is all nothing but a sexual lark for you. For us it was something we were forced into." He looked down at his folded hands. "At least at the start of things."
She placed her hand on his, and her other hand on Kim's. "What you say is true. At least at the start of things. I was a horny old bisexual, working too hard, and I ripped off you and Kim for fun and nothing more. But it's changed. I want you both, permanently. I plan to marry you, George, and as Kim's step-mother, provide everything you two need."
Kim looked a good deal more than just interested, but George didn't smile. "Just like that," he said. "You want a marriage to cover up the incestual bixual menage a trois that you find to be amusing just now. And you naturally think you can force my agreement by threatening me with those stupid postage stamps I stole."
"What postage stamps, Daddy?" said Kim, and his angry frown immediately quieted her.
"Your threats won't do any good, Martha," said he. "I won't have my daughter raised to be a lesbian."
Martha clucked in frustration and said, "She won't be a lesbian any more than I am. With the arrangement I have in mind Kim will exist in a world with twice as much room for love and sex as ordinary women know. She'll grow up to be something like me, independent and yet very capable of loving, unconventional but living happily in a conventional world, and with the proper guidance, financially successful, as I am. She won't be a lesbian. We'll see to that. What she will be is a super woman."
George smiled bitterly. "Like you?"
Martha shrugged. "I haven't done badly. I own Grain Belt Finance Company, for instance, and have it at a point where it can be turned over to someone else to run while I thoroughly enjoy life. I know how to enjoy life. Nice cars, nice homes, gourmet food, travel, love. I want to share these things with you two. I'm determined to. I know you love me too, both of you. Will you give it a try?"
Kim was all for it without another thought. But George considered it, then shook his head and said, "It wouldn't work. You're the boss and you always will be. You have everything and we have nothing. In a month we'd be your servants and nothing else:"
Martha smiled and her little finger crept down from his clasped hands to touch the hard lump in his trunks. "I wouldn't say I have everything. I would say that you could benefit from the arrangement I have in mind. You'd be so much more comfortable than you are now, George, and Kim would have all the opportunities for learning and doing and making a real woman of herself. Try it my way, darling. Kim's ready, and you should be too. Try it my way, and we'll see who the servant is."
He shrugged and looked at his daughter. "We've got nothing to lose."
Kim grinned and said, "Teach me some more."
CHAPTER TEN
Just two weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, George was passing out the paychecks at Grain Belt Finance. He saved the last of these for Debbie and he was handing it to her at the switchboard as the last of the other employees left the office for the weekend.
Smiling up at him, she accepted it, then laid her hand on his and said, "Congratulations. George, I'm so happy that you've been made Office Manager. I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks," he said, and sat down on a corner of her desk. "It's going to take some work to get this place whipped into shape, but I'll do it."
"If there's anything at all I can do to help," she said, and laid her hand very lightly on his leg. "I mean, anything at all. George, I just can't tell you how happy I am for you. And for me. Honest, it's going to be such fun working here now that you're the boss and the old Dragonlady is gone."
He grinned. "Is that what you girls called Martha? Shame."
She fidgetted all around in her chair, almost blushing, and hoping she looked as pretty as she felt just then. "Uh-huh. The Dragonlady. I don't know who started it. It was just a joke, really, at least to the other girls. But you know what she did to me," she said, thrusting out a petulant lower lip for a moment. "You know how she picked on me, and I'm glad she's gone."
"I picked on you too. I paddled your fat bottom just like Martha did," he reminded her.
She did blush now, and she squirmed in her chair and said, "That was different. We were both a little drunkie and, well, to tell you the truth, I almost didn't mind it with you. But with her-gag-it made me sick at my stomach to have her even touch me. And I didn't even deserve it! What's a few phone calls? She can afford it. But if I did do something wrong, I mean as far as you were concerned, well, I wouldn't complain a bit about getting spanked or something." Her well manicured fingers clutched warmly at his leg, and she smiled coyly. "But there'd be better ways you could take care of me if I was ever a bad girl again. Not that I would be. All I want is to help you succeed."
"Really, Debbie?"
She nodded most eagerly and sat straighter in her chair.
"You could come in tomorrow and help me reorganize the files."
"I'd be glad to!" she said. "What time are you going to be here? I was going to the beach tomorrow, but just forget about that. Do you want me to work all day? Honest, I'd be glad to."
"All day," he said, "and you'd better not make plans for the evening, either."
George bent and kissed her lightly and she knew her lips were trembling like a bride's, but she couldn't help that. Her pussy was all warm and wet and she knew he might be getting the scent of that, too, but again there was nothing at all she could do about it for she was wonderfully in love with this wonderfully successful man. She felt heartsick when he left the office that afternoon but right away she was filled with good feelings again at the prospect of being alone with him all the next day and night.
What a long night that was for little Debbie. She took a bubble bath, curled her hair, put on a frilly babydoll and sat in front of the TV trying to get tired. But every man she saw on the screen was compared to George, and each one came up lacking. She went to bed early to get a full night's rest for her big tomorrow, but of course she couldn't sleep. What girl could with the prospect of spending the whole next day and night with the man of her dreams? She'd liked him a lot before, but now that he'd been promoted to Office Manager she felt even more loving toward him. It was a good job with a lot of responsibility, and although he was a wonderfully strong man she knew very well he'd need help to cope with it all. He'd been a mother as well as a father to his teenaged darling up till now, and he'd need help with her too if he was going to do well at his new job. He was so talented to be taking over Martha's job in such a short time at Grain Belt, and Debbie, having been there longer, could surely help him in so many ways. Hours of this sort of speculation passed before little Debbie gave up and started masturbating, reliving every moment they'd shared in bed, before she at last fell into a fitful sleep to dream hot dreams of his big cock plunging into her and his stiff tongue lapping her twat, his hard hand searing her bare bottom and even his salty semen gushing into her panting mouth.
Debbie's bed was a mare's nest in the morning and she felt as highstrung as a thoroughbred. She had to diddle herself to two climaxes before she could get up. She bathed again and she dressed with care, selecting a dainty panty and bra set of summery yellow trimmed with white lace, and a darling little white acetate dress, very clinging, with a low-cut bodice and a very short skirt. She put on straw platform shoes, brushed out her long wavy brown hair, artfully applied make-up, and was still an hour early to get to the office. She ached to masturbate just one more time before she saw the man of her dreams but somehow refrained, saving himself for him, if he chose to take her, and if she had anything to say about it, he would. She spent that hour drinking coffee and trying to read the morning paper and still she arrived before George did. Straight to the ladies' room she went, took down her panties, and blotted her badly itching pussy dry. She was just about to give in and frig herself when she heard George's voice in the office, and this alone was almost enough to make her cum. But she quickly hiked up her panties, tried her best to compose herself, and went out of the ladies' to find that George had brought his goddammed kid with him.
Debbie tried to pick up her welcoming smile where it had left off, and she extended her hand to the sullen-faced girl and said, "Hi. So good to meet you, uh,...."
"This is Kim," George proudly said, "and, Kim, this is Debbie."
The girl yawned and looked away as Debby pumped her hand. She was a pretty thing in her way. Long, white-blonde hair, nice even features, but the way she was dressed and the bored look on her face reminded Debbie of a hippy girl. Loose faded Levi's on her long legs, a threadbare tank top that clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra, Mexican sandals on her feet. Debbie fought down her feelings of warmest desire for George and did her best to replace them with maternal feelings for this girl who obviously had so much to learn about being a lady. Those feelings were hard to sustain when George announced that he had to meet with Miss Barclay until at least noon and that Kim would be there to help Debbie clean out the old files. Still she maintained a bright smile, bolstered when George kissed her goodbye in the hall, faltering when she returned to the office to find his daughter slumped in a swivel chair reading a magazine.
She smiled at her possible future step-daughter and said, "Well, we can't get any work done browsing through magazines, can we?"
"Nope. We can't," said her possible future step-daughter, and flipped another page.
"If we pitch right in we can have a lot done by the time Dad gets back, and then all three of us can go out for a nice lunch."
"I just ate breakfast," said Kim, and softly belched.
Debbie clapped her hands together, just as one of her schoolteachers used to do some years before. "Come now," she said. "Your dad left you in my charge, and I'm going to see that you do as he wants you to do. Let's get to work, shall we? And please, let's be friends."
The brat rudely yawned, then even more rudely said, "You go ahead and get started. I've got to take a pee."
How could you argue with that? My god, Debbie thought what kind of a job will I be taking on when I marry George? The girl was much too pretty for her own good and spoiled rotten, and Debbie decided there and then she'd have to quit her job and be a full-time wife and mother once George married her. She attacked the files coolly and methodically, planning her every step in teaching Kim good working habits as soon as she got out of the ladies' room.
But she didn't come out. After ten minutes Debbie grew worried about her and went to stand with her ear pressed against the bathroom door. She heard tiny murmurings and sighings from within that might have been sex sounds if Kim had had a boy in there with her. She knocked at the door and said, "Are you all right, Kim?", and Kim replied, "Mm-hmmm. I'm doing just fine-n-ne."
It was inconceivable that she was masturbating in there. The only reason it occurred to Debbie was because she'd abused herself so many times since the day before. Debbie wasn't a snoop, she was just concerned, and so she squatted down and peeped through the keyhole, and had to stifle a gasp at the sight of the teenager sitting on the toilet, knees wide apart, jeans down to her ankles, dreamy grin on her pretty face as she gazed down at the fingers playing with her little pussy.
It gave Debbie the strangest feeling. She wasn't really inclined toward women at all, but there was something very definetely exciting in secretly observing someone masturbating, even if it was a girl. Her pussy had been damp all morning, and now it was getting wet as she watched the slim blonde girl writhe closer and closer to an orgasm on her throne. She knew if she touched herself there she wouldn't be able to stop, but she also knew there was no chance of getting caught at it so she slipped a hand over nubile thigh and cupped it closely over the softly bulging crotchband of her panties. It felt so good she closed her eyes, but then opened them immediately to drink in all she could of her own private sex show just a yard away from her.
Kim was working herself over as if she'd done it before. Many times. With three fingers held stiff and her pinkie daintily extended, she was massaging all about her clitoral area in a slow, circular movement. You could tell how good it felt. The expression on Kim's face was wickedly beautiful and getting better all the time, and so Debbie joined her. She glanced over her shoulder at the office door, slipped her hand down inside her panties, and caught in her breath at how delightful it felt to touch herself bare.
She was wonderfully wet, creamy, her cuntal tissues fully swollen and her clit all distended. She could have cum in seconds, but she forced herself to go slow, to keep pace with the hot little girl inside the bathroom. It was unbelievably sexy to watch her. Even her pussy, with its very light covering of fine blonde hair, was pretty, exciting to look at. Debbie was panting right along with the girl she was baby-sitting, then letting go all the way and cumming with her, "Mmm! Mmm! M-M-M-M-M-!!!" She ardently wished little Kim would start up again, but then she had to rise on quaking legs as Kim hauled up her jeans and got up from the toilet. Debbie was back at the files, regarding Kim in quite a different way when she sauntered back into the office.
She had a defiant look about her, as if she didn't care if she'd been caught masturbating or not. She was obviously oversexed, and she'd be quite a handful for Debbie once she'd landed George. She stared right at Debbie, almost like a man would, and it was making her even more nervous than she already was. Kim was just awakening to sex, Debbie decided, and it was too much for her. From the look of her she was ready to have sex with just about anyone, including another girl, and Debbie would have to be very careful in guiding her in the right direction. The girl was so cute and sexy she could surely have any boy she went after, but what with the wild ways of today's kids, she just might start fooling around with her girl friends. Not that Debbie was that much older than Kim was....
Debbie wasn't gay, of course, but she really ought to find out if Kim had those leanings. And so she leaned over to reach into the lowest file drawer, affording the girl in the chair behind her a good clear view up the back of her skirt. At the very worst she expected a low whistle or a dirty remark. She certainly didn't expect the soft little hand that slipped over the crotchband of her panties to close on her pubic mound and set her every nerve to tingling.
Debbie whirled around and glared at the impudently smiling girl. "Kim, I'm surprised at you! What was the meaning of that?"
"I was just wondering what your pants were made out of."
"Nylon. Couldn't you just have asked?"
"They felt like silk." She sniffed at her fingers. "Wet silk."
Debbie blushed to the roots of her hair. She angrily said, "You should never touch another girl like that."
Kim shrugged. "It looked good so I touched it. You've got a nice ass. Big but nice. Nice tits too," she said, and flipped a finger up one of Debbie's hardened nipples, and then had the nerve to laugh at Debbie's cry of outrage.
"What's come over you, Kim? Don't you dare touch me like that!" said Debbie, backed up against the file cabinet and brushing at Kim's hands as they reached at her breasts, her loins, everywhere. "I'll tell your father. I will if you don't stop," she said, and still the grinning teenager continued to feel of her very sensitive titties and grope at her shamefully hot crotch.
"Let's play," said Kim. "I'm bored. And we're all alone. Come on. Let's have some fun," she said, and suddenly her hands went around Debbie's waist and their pussies and their titties were all mashed together and she was kissing Debbie, right on the mouth!
Debbie was so surprised that she responded to the kiss at first, softening her mouth and accepting the beautifully sweet little tongue that was inserted. But that only lasted for seconds and then she was able to push the oversexed child away to admonish her again.
"Kim, you've got to stop that. Right now."
"It feels good. Why quit?" she said, hands on Debbie's titties again, loins still pushing her back against the cabinet.
"Because it's not right. Debbie, please stop."
"If it feels good it's right. And it sure feels good, right? It sure beats frigging yourself," she said, and grasped Debbie's hand, drew it to her nose and sniffed her fingers before Debbie could even stop her. "You were diddling yourself outside the John while I was doing it inside. I thought I heard you. Didja cum?"
"What a question! That's none of your business! Darn it, stop!" said Debbie, only to be engulfed in another very vibrant and wickedly thrilling kiss with the schoolgirl.
She was panting when Kim let her go, but Kim was still smiling as she said, "That's better. Now let's take off our clothes and play. We've got plenty of time before Daddio gets back."
"I wouldn't even think of it!" said Debbie, and Kim just started undressing.
Nonpulsed, Debbie just stood there while Kim took off every stitch. It didn't take long. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. And sure enough, she had a perfectly darling little teenaged figure with high, firm titties and smooth slim hips and a diminutive waist, plus a complexion that was absolutely flawless. Kim knew what she had too, and she did her best to tempt Debbie by sensuously fondling herself and smiling alluringly and pursing her pretty pink lips at her. She was actually playing with her pussy and not caring at all about shocking Debbie as she said, "Come on, Deb. It's more fun with two. Let's do it to each other. Now."
"I wouldn't think of it. Put those clothes back on this instant! What if your father should come?"
Kim strolled over and clicked the latch on the office door. She came back and offered her lips to Debbie, and now the older girl gave in and kissed her, not for sexual reaonss, only because she felt so sorry for the poor lonely child who just didn't know what sex was all about. Yes, Debbie would certainly have her hands full once she married George. She'd have to do her best to steer this beautiful sexy girl away from lesbianism. If she failed at this, she and George would be fucking all night long and she and Kim would be playing with each other all day long. She'd be the most sexually fulfilled new wife in the world, but of course it would be terribly bad for young Kim.
"You little brat," said Debbie, when their warm kiss ended. "You've unzipped my dress. What am I going to do with you?"
"Have fun," Kim told her, and peeled the little garment down over her shoulders. "Real nice tits," she went on, feeling of them through the thinness of Debbie's yellow bra.
"Tits is such a vulgar word. Breasts is much more lady-like," said Debbie, watching the soft hands moving on her, maintaining all the mature control she could. "Stop now, Kim. You're embarrassing me."
Much to her surprise, Kim's warm bands fell away from her breasts. "Okay," said the girl. "Take your dress the rest of the way off and I'll help you with those dumb files."
Debbie did as Kim suggested. There was no real harm in being a little more naked in the presence of the fully naked girl, and it would keep her dress from getting wrinkled while they worked together. She couldn't help but do a little posing and posturing as she hung her dress up, for she was justifiably proud of her figure. And poor Kim, taking it all in, couldn't help but massage her hot little pussy as she watched.
Debbie allowed her yet another kiss there at the file cabinet. It had felt nice before, definitely erotic. Now, with so much very smooth, feminine flesh in contact, it felt marvelous to softly writhe together while their full lips merged and sucked so very warmly. Debbie was as hot as the girl was by the time the long kiss ended, but of course she kept this primly concealed.
"You're supposed to help me," she said, shuffling papers, and unavoidably presenting herself from all angles to her future step-daughter.
"I will in a minute," said Kim, leaning against the cabinet, frankly ogling Debbie in her yellow bra and panties and her platform shoes, and unashamedly playing with her pussy again.
Debbie was getting more and more upset. She could hardly remember the alphabet, let alone file papers. Each time she looked at Kim's pussy, which was often, the girl's fingers were still at work there. If it went on like this they'd never get any work done and they still might be undressed when George returned. It wasn't her fault that she'd gotten the girl all hot and bothered, but it looked as if it was up to her to help her out of her sweet misery.
She sighed at the situation she'd gotten herself into and she turned to face the slowly smiling, slowly masturbating girl. "Look," she said, "we're not getting any work done at all. If I...." She looked down at Kim's loins and took a deep breath. " ... do that for you will you promise to be a good girl?"
Kim's fingers left her pussy and she came toward Debbie. She turned her around, unhooked her bra, and slipped it off, even as Debbie was saying, "Kim, that isn't necessary."
"Really nice tits," said Kim, facing her again, very closely, and fondling and stroking Debbie's naked globes, touching their erectile nipples with hers. "I mean, beautiful breasts," she said with a grin, and Debbie found she couldn't even take a breath to thank her for the compliment.
They kissed and hugged and played with one another's breasts there for a long, wonderful minutes. The initial excitement was settling down in Debbie to a wonderful level of erotic arousal. She had no choice but to let it all happen now, with no thought to the future or the harm it might do the girl.
"Nice tits," said Kim, caressing them with her hand, and with her own fine, firm breasts. "I really dig 'em."
"I like ... yours too," Debbie confessed. "They're beautiful!" she said, suddenly squeezing them hard, kissing Kim fiercely, deliberately trying to arouse her as much as she herself was aroused.
"Mm. That's more like it," said Kim. "Take off those pants, eh? Let's have a look at your cunt."
"Oh, God, Debbie thought, as she quickly stripped off the damp and clinging nylon, how did I get myself into this situation?
"That's nice. That's pretty. Jesus, you're wetter than I am," said Kim, as her moving fingers delved through soft hair and supremely sensitive tissues to thrill Debbie even more.
"Let's see," said Debbie, trying her best not to be clumsy, and finding the touch of Kim's cunt to be far more exciting than the mere sight of it. "Oh, Kim. Oh, we're both so wet, we're both so excited. I just love your titties. And it feels so good to be together like this. Oh! Oh yes, touch me there. Oh!"
"Mm. Nice little clit. You got a tight hole? Yeah-h-h. If I had a cock I'd fuck you good. You like to be sucked off? Eh? Do you?"
Debbie moaned and said, "Don't talk like that. Let's just play with each other. Make each other cum. I don't know what I'd do if you s-s-s-s ... went down on me."
Kim kissed her hard on the mouth, tongue going deep, fingers going deep in her pussy. Frantically, wonderfully, Debbie the kiss and the fingering with all the ardor in her soul, desperate to have the girl cum as hard as she was cumming. Their orgasm was blinding in its intensity. Debbie thought she might faint, but she knew very well she'd miss something if she did. It lasted on and on till she felt herself approaching another grand climax, whereupon Kim's hot mouth left hers and her fingers relaxed in her cunt.
"Not bad, eh?" said Kim, smooth body all warm and sinuous against Debbie's. "And better things to come. Do you like to have your cunt sucked?"
"Any girl does, but ... Let's just play with each other again. I mean, even if you were to do it to me, I couldn't ... Oh, Kim. I never dreamed I could ever do this with a girl."
"Sit down on that chair. I've gotta suck your cunt. You just tell me if I'm doing it the way you like."
Debbie's twitching buttocks were soon on the seat of a swivel chair and her lovely rounded legs were fully open and stretched out. As if she'd been doing it all her life, Kim crouched down, parted Debbie's dewy cuntlips, and began to kiss and suck and delve for her clit with her tongue.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," said Debbie. "Oh-h-h, that's so good! It feels so good and you're so pretty and I just love to have my cunt sucked. Uh! Oh-h-h-h, right on my clitoris! Ah-h-h-h, you're soo good at it! Kimmy, you're going to make me cum!!! God, I'm just sopping wet and feeling good all over and I love to have you down there sucking my hot cunt and ... ur-r-r-r-rgh! uh! UH! UH!!! OH, UR-R-R-R-RGGGHH!!" Debbie grunted, rocking the chair on its casters, holding the sex-starved girl by the head and frantically humping her exploding cunt up at the wonderful, sucking mouth that was hers to enjoy for all time if she played her cards right. "Kim, OH, KIM!!!" she cried, shooting up to another orgasm as she mashed her cunt against Kim's mouth, shuddering and shaking everywhere, cumming gloriously, and already looking forward to another of the same.
"Again. Please. One more time," she begged, but Kim had backed off, and now she stood up, her pussy on a level with Debbie's fevered face.
Debbie wasn't the least bit gay, but she couldn't help staring at it. "I suppose you want me to ... do it to you now," she said without thinking.
"Whatever turns you on," said Kim, turning herself on with two fingers.
"I don't know how. I couldn't do it as well as you did. I've never done it before," said Debbie, even as she leaned closer to the slim naked form beside her.
"Just start out kissing it and see what happens," said Kim, and perched her adorable little naked ass on the edge of a desk.
"Oh, heavens. This isn't me. I don't do these things," said Debbie, on her knees on the carpet, pushing Kim's silken thighs wider apart, touching her pursed lips against soft, wet, musky flesh that was made for only men to kiss.
She just had to kiss it again when Kim uttered a little sound of ecstasy and moved her open crotch in a certain way. And then she had to touch Kim's clit with her tongue when it was right there before her trembling lips. And then she had to lick and suck and kiss all over because the taste of hot young cunt was absolutely wonderful.
It jiggled when Kim giggled, but still Debbie's mouth was active there. And she kept on sucking and kissing and lapping and swallowing when Kim said, "You're not good at it yet but you're sure not bad. Suck that cunt, Debbie, and make it cum. Yum yum, hot cunt, isn't it good. Make it cum. Uh-huh! Oh, isn't that good!" said Kim, and Debbie nodded her head enthusiastically, even more avidly sucking and kissing as she felt the oversexed teenager cum all over her cunning little body, everywhere, just as she was cumming too. She had slipped her arms about Kim's slim hips and was settling down to bring her off to another orgasm when the booming voice behind her shattered her entire life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER???"
"EE-E-EK! YEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-E-EK!!!"
"Daddy, what're you doing here?"
"EEEE-E-K! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKK!" That was Debbie screaming, she realized, and she couldn't stop it as she fled backward through the office, stumbling over chairs and tables, fleeing from the relentless pursuit of the man whose daughter she had so grievously sinned with. Her screams did no good, but she couldn't stop them. They didn't put any clothes on her naked body and they didn't turn back the clock and they certainly didn't keep a vengeful father from catching up with her. He, however, stopped the screams by shaking her so hard her teeth chattered, and by bellowing, "Queer! Lesbian! Baby-raper! By God, you're not going to get away with this. By God, you're going to pay and pay and pay for what she did to poor Kim."
"I didn't! It was her! It wasn't my fault!" she tried to tell him through rattling teeth and fallen down hair, but of course he was too mad to even listen. He was going to kill her, of this she was certain, and all she could do about it was blubber and weep and incoherently try to put the blame on Kim where it belonged.
"Leave her alone, Daddy," Kim's voice said. "Look, you made her wet her pants."
"She doesn't have any pants, the whore!" he cried, but at least he stopped shaking her.
"T-T-Tell him," she begged Kim. "It wasn't my fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. It just...."
"Are you saying my Kim started this?" he roared, and before he could shake her again she cried, "No! It was all my fault. I didn't mean to. I'm not that way. Oh, why does everything always have to happen to me?"
"There'll be a helluva lot more happening to you when the boss finds out about this. Come on!" he said, and started for the door with her.
"EE-E-E-K! Don't tell Miss Barclay! You can't take me away like this! This is kidnapping! I'm not even dressed! Kim, tell him it wasn't my fault!"
Kim just shrugged. She was safely out of trouble. She was dressed too, and moving toward the door as Debbie was dragged there, trying to at least scoop up her dress, but even failing in this. She was crying loudly and cringing down when they were out in the hallway of the office building, and when George whipped off his suit coat and wrapped it roughly around her she clutched at it desperately, still humiliatingly naked in public, face all wet with tears and snot.
She tried to hide between them as they went toward the street. A policeman might save her, but he'd probably just throw her in jail instead. It was even worse to be in the parking lot like she was, and she scurried along, trying to hurry them into the scant protection of the big new car that had gone along with George's promotion. Inside it she cowered between them as the grim, angry man drove. She couldn't even explain. Who would believe her? She'd never been in more trouble in her life. And to make it worse, Kim was surreptitiously poking her with her finger as she was taken on toward utter shame and ruin forever. Her last hope was that Martha Barclay was part queer like she was, and that she'd understand.
She didn't understand or offer the slightest sympathy. Inside her sumptious house her face was as grim as George's as the tale of depraved horror was told to her, while she sobbed and cringed inside the voluminous coat and while her willing accomplice in sin calmly ate an apple.
When George was finished with his tale, Martha turned to Kim and said, "Is this true? Did she seduce you? Did she perform cunnilingus on you?"
"Uh-huh," said Kim, and crunched out another bite of apple.
"No! It wasn't all my fault!" said Debbie, and got a slap across the face from the big brunette in the black satin lounging pajamas, and dissolved into a fresh torrent of tears.
Martha said, "You'd better go outside while we deal with this one. Bring me that ping pong paddle and then cool off with a nice swim, dear. Everything will be all right."
"You're not going to spank me with that," Debbie implored, and fell down on her knees. "Oh, please! Not in front of him. I couldn't stand it!"
Kim delivered the ping pong paddle, blew Debbie a kiss, and departed, abandoned her. Martha slapped the paddle into her palm, and the sandpaper surface rasped against her soft flesh while tears flowed freely down Debbie's cheeks.
"So you like to eat pussy, do you?" said Martha.
"No! It's the first time I ever did it! I've never done it before! I don't know why I did it this time."
"Bullshit," said George. "I saw it all. Christ, it looked like she was working on an ice cream cone. Let me have first whacks at her," he said, and reached for the paddle.
"No. We'll get to that in time," said Martha, and Debbie was so overcome with gratitude that she grabbed her boss's hand and kissed it. The hand was withdrawn. Martha said, "You're getting me all wet. George, wipe her nose for her. So you like to eat pussy, do you, Debbie?"
"Honest. I never did it before," she said, looking straight ahead as her face was roughly wiped clean, straight ahead at the big bulging mound between Martha's heavy thighs, and the seam of her black satin pajamas that was so neatly tucked up in her big long split. If only George wasn't there she'd be only too happy to kiss that cunt till everything was all right again.
"Do you like men, too?" said Martha.
Before the kneeling Debbie could answer, George said, "I've fucked her, front and back. She seemed to like it well enough. But you know queers. They'll do anything to keep from getting found out. Martha, give me that goddammed paddle."
Martha held it away from him, and Debbie fell forward against her protector's softness, murmuring, "Thank you, thank you."
"Did she suck you off, George? Give you a blow job?"
"Yeah," he said, and Debbie wanted to die. "But she didn't have her heart in it. Sucking cocks isn't a dike's strong suit."
"I'd like to see how she does it. She might be bisexual instead of just queer. Maybe her thing with poor little Kim was one of those once-in-a-lifetime things. Take out your prick, George."
He shrugged and began to unzip. Debbie pushed his hands away and did it herself. If her present safety, her future, her whole life depended on her giving him a good sucking, she'd be the greatest cocksucker in the world.
They seemed to like her eagerness. George's cock was stiff, and she had a hard time fishing it out of his pants. It was her salvation, a beautiful thing, and she made much of it when she had it in her hands, kissing it and cooing over it, and rubbing its swollen pink head over her throat and breasts as she allowed his suit coat to fall open. "Mmm, God, what a beautiful beautiful cock," she murmured, and took it in her mouth, and it really was delicious.
"She looks normal enough to me," said Martha.
"She's just putting it all on," said George, and Debbie's ardor was doubled at once, her sucking more impassioned, even her throat opening up for more of the thick hot cock in her mouth.
"We'll see if she can make you cum," Martha said.
He chuckled bitterly and shoved more of it in her mouth. "That should be easy for her. She doesn't have a bad mouth. And you know, I couldn't help but get a little turned on when I saw her sucking Kim off."
"A lot of men are turned on by watching two girls make it," said Martha. "Or three," she added, and Debbie rolled what she hoped were lustful eyes up at her as she continued to suck on George's really fine big cock. "Let's see if she can make you cum, though."
"I do!" said Debbie, wildly excited, jerking him off now before her panting mouth, licking his cockhead lavishly. "I love to suck cock. I love the taste of your cream. Give it to me, George. Squirt it all out for me," she implored, and he grunted once and there it came, in long ropy jets of pearly white, making her laugh as it warmed her face and spurted in her mouth while her hands kept milking more out of him. "So good. So very good," she said, licking her lips, swallowing, licking his cock as the first heavy ejaculations diminished to slow oozings.
"But she still likes to suck cunt," said George.
Debbie let his cock fall and turned to Martha. She embraced her commodious hips, laid her cum-smeared cheek against her soft, fragrant pubic mound, and told her, "The only reason I did it to Kim was because of you. I've really got a crush on you, always have. All the time I was kissing her dinky little cunt I was thinking about kissing yours, sucking on it, making you feel good all over. Couldn't I do it now? I don't care what you do with me after. Please, Miss Barclay, couldn't I suck on your beautiful cunt? I know how now."
Martha sighed and said, "I suppose I should let her." She reached behind her for a zipper, and Debbie was already joyfully kissing her cunt through its thin covering of black satin.
"It'll turn me on if she does. I'll get another hardon," George warned.
Debbie laughed and kissed his cock and told him she'd take care of that, then turned back to Martha in time to help her down with her pajamas and get at that big black-haired cunt.
She crouched covering it with kisses, reveling in the feel of her soft perfumed hair against her face. She tongued deeply when Martha laid an encouraging hand on her head, and she found the stronger flavor of the mature woman every bit as thrilling as the taste of young cunt, or of hot cock for that matter. And then her tongue found Martha's huge clitoris, and she was as thrilled as she was startled by it as she said, "Oh, what a big one! It makes Kim's seem like nothing! Oh, Miss Barclay, I'm really going to make you cum!"
"See that you do," she said, and Debbie was already working joyfully hard at this heady task.
What a wonderful big clit! It was fully as exciting as George's big cock had been. She sucked it worshipfully, rapturously, ardently. George's long coatsleeves were getting in the way of her hands as she loved all she could of Martha's hips with them. She couldn't take time to get rid of the coat, but she got the sleeves up by reaching up and squeezing Martha's big tits as she went on sucking' her cunt. She was in heaven, everything was going to be all right, and then even George showed he had some mercy in his soul by flipping up his coat tails and reaching under her ass to poke two fingers up her seething hot cunt, so that she could cum along with their boss.
"Hot cunt. Really wet," he announced, as he cunt danced on his probing fingers and her probing tongue danced in Martha's cunt.
"Hot mouth too. Uh! Yeah! Getting me off ... really good!" said Martha, and Debbie's orgasm soared along with Martha's, till at last her mouth slipped from that juicy wet split and she sat slumped in a puddle of her own cunt juice.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"What're you guys doing in here?" said a familiar voice, and Debbie gazed up from her peaceful reverie to see that Kim had joined them, still wet from the pool, gloriously youthful in her nude beauty.
"Just having a little talk with Deb," said George, as Kim came to nestle in the crook of his arm, molding to him far more warmly than the average daughter would, making Debbie feel pangs of jealousy.
"Didja spank her? I wanted to watch."
"We haven't done it yet," said Martha, and came to Kim's other side, increasing Debbie's longings. "We've just been talking."
"About what?" said Kim, secure between the two sexiest people Debbie had ever met in her life.
"About you, for one thing," said George. "She said you have a dinky cunt."
Kim scowled at Debbie, who tried to stammer an apology. "Get up," said the wet-haired blonde, and tugged at the shoulder of her coat.
"You're not going to spank me, are you?" said Debbie, feeling tears start to well again. "I've been good. I did everything they wanted. And I ... I like your cunt. A whole lot."
"Take that fucking coat off. It looks awful on you." Kim jerked it off and threw it away from her. "Now bend over and grab your ankles. Where's that paddle?"
Debbie was crying at once. "Please don't spank me. I've been so good. I'll do anything you want, but please don't spank me. George, Miss Barclay, don't let her do it!"
They just shrugged. "Kim lives here too. She does just what she wants as much as we do. Here, Kim. Here's the paddle."
WHACK!
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
"The more you scream the worse it will get," said Kim, delving deep inside Debbie's scalding hot vagina with two, then three probing fingers. "Her cunt sure is bigger than mine. She could take a horse's cock," she said with a vulgar laugh, while Debbie bit her lip to keep from sobbing, all bent over with her tits dangling down, getting hot again, God help her, in spite of herself, and moaning when the fingers left her vagina.
WHACK!
"OW-W!"
"She peed herself back at the office," Kim told Martha, roughly fingering in Debbie's cunt once again, roughly keeping her in a state of steady orgasm. "She's sure wet now. Just dripping."
"Did she eat you good back there, honey?" said Martha.
"Not as good as you do, but it sure wasn't bad. Maybe we oughta keep her around for a while. Except that she's always bawling all the time."
Her fingers came out. Debbie gritted her teeth and tensed all over. WHACK! It came again and she didn't utter a sound, though her upturned bottom was seared with pain and feeling twice its normal size. WHACK! A surprise blow brought forth only a gasp, and all at once she was basking in luxury as she felt Kim's wonderful soft tongue licking all over her flaming ass, going on down to greedily lap her juicy, pissy cunt, stabbing right inside her ass-hole and making her keep right on cumming, while inside her head she saw Kim's cunt pressed against hers while each of them pissed a torrent of steaming hot urine.
"Yuck. She tastes awful," said Kim, rising, but Debbie knew better.
Debbie straightened up, turned and tasted Kim's mouth. She looked to their audience of two for approval, then knelt and licked Kim's cunt, looked up at her and said, "I wish I tasted as good as you do."
"But you don't like my clit. It isn't big enough."
"I'll help it grow," said Debbie, and sucked warmly on it, till Kim disappointingly backed away.
"Daddy, where's the dildo?" Kim asked.
"A dildo!" Debbie said in horror. "Oh please, not that. I couldn't take that. Oh, why does everything have to go and happen to me?"
"I'll get it, dear," said Martha, and left the room, with Debbie huddled on the floor, feeling her pussy cringe and close up tight as a fist. She knew just what it would look like. Black, two or even three inches in diameter, well over a foot long, all fitted out with leg straps and waist straps and an aritifical sperm injector, just as she'd read about in an otherwise fascinating dirty book. Getting fucked by a cold and lifeless dick was one thing she just couldn't stand, but then again, she had absolutely no choice in the matter.
It was almost two feet long when Martha returned with it, and it was white, not black. And it had no straps on it at all, and no semen squirter. It looked just the right size to fit comfortably in a nice, relaxed cunt like Debbie's was quickly getting to be. It would fit in two cunts, for each of its ends was very nicely tapered, and it was flexible enough to permit its two users to assume all sorts of interesting positions with it in them. Debbie was turning it over in her hands with great interest as Martha spoke to her about the little black and white dress she carried in her other hand...." and this will be your uniform, Debbie. Long mesh stockings, high black heels, little white cap for your head, and this black taffeta maid's dress I had made up especially for you. It's got pushy-up padding for your titties and a very short skirt, so your fat little ass will show every time you bend backward a little. You'll keep your cunt shaved close all the time you're working here as our servant, and between the three of us, we'll see that it's always put to good use. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Debbie demurely said, smiling deferentially up at her, then smiling much more warmly up at Kim, as she said to her, "I hope your dinky little cunt is big enough to take your half."
"Try me," she said, and spread her knees.
Debbie kissed her cunt once and started pushing the dildo in, trying not to hurt her by hurrying, yet dying to get to work on her half of it. George and Martha laughed when Kim paraded about the room sporting the long white prick that jutted from her loins, but Debbie didn't see anything funny about her having to wait. At last Kim came and laid down on her back beside her, lovely white prick sticking up like a magic wand.
"Climb on, Deb. It has to be really wet, wetter than a cock, before it goes in easy."
"It's going in just fine!" said Debbie, beaming smiles as she straddled it, working more and more of it in her.
"Feels good?" said Martha, stroking Debbie's back.
"Wonderful!" she replied. "Can we use it together sometime, Miss Barclay?"
"Lots of times, if you're good."
"Oh, I'll be good!" she promised, sighing as she got the full length of her half inside her, working into Kim's rhythm right away.
"I'm going to love working here. Uh, uh, uh! I'll do everything you want me to, all the time! Uh, uh uh! But today is Saturday, my day off, I'm out of uniform! UH, UH, UH! Couldn't I ... ask you two to do something for me while Kimmy and I are fucking and fucking and FUCKING? UH, UH, UH H H H H!!! George, couldn't you just shove your prick up my ass like you did before and, UH, Uh, O-H-H-H-H-H-H, Martha, couldn't you just come around here where I can get my mouth on your cunt??? Oh, you're wonderful! All of you! We're all going to be so happy here! We're all going to live such a wonderful....mmph! M-mm-m ... uh, uh, a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h...."
