Modern society is one of the greatest hypocrites of all times. In one breath, the dwellers of the 20th Century decry the "sexual degeneracy" of our world and the collapse of traditional ethics"ethics" which, in turn, had once been condemned when new. Yet, in as equally loud a voice, they collectively call for LoveLove between nations, between the "brothers" and "sisters" of our human race, between families, between Man and Woman.
A fine and upstanding thought, this Love for all people. And yet, how can the search for meaning and compassion be without physical properties? How can the search for sensual experience and the need to give of oneself to the individual one feels strongly for, be demeaned? In short, how can Love and Sex be divorced from each other either in theory or practice?
This, then, is the theme of Miss Hilliary Newcombe's new novel, A Step-Father's Trade. It is a soul-searching, brilliantly conceived and triumphantly executed story of humanity struggling against sociological pressures and moral teachings that are in direct conflict with its basic drives and emotions. It is a portrayal of Love at its ultimate, with relationships that might shock some of the more unenlightened readers, but whose candid and frank descriptions of reality are necessary to give full meaning and scope to the material. It is an epic of Youth at the crossroads and Marriage questioned as an institutiona drama of denial and fulfillment, of fear and retribution.
We, the publishers, can truly say that this is the novel of today, and one of the most important works of literature to have been created in the past several decades. Miss Newcombe is to be highly and gratefully commended for her insight, her understanding and compassion.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Gee, take it off," Kathie Dobson urged her twin sister. "Take off your bikini and sunbathe nude like me!"
The blonde-haired fifteen year old girl pirouetted nakedly on tiptoe in front of Sherry Dobson and let the warming sun caress her with its rays as if it were an imaginary lover. Then, sighing, she stretched out her arms and casually lay down on the large inflatable mattress which was spread out on the back porch of their stepfather's boxlike, two story home.
Sherry blushed at the sight of her twin sister lying naked and unprotected on the mattress. It seemed so naughty somehow, and yet at the same time provocatively desirable. She'd never done anything like this before, always careful while growing up to be modest and properwhich might account for the fact thatthough as nubile and sensual looking as her twinshe considered her sister as being rather "wild" in her relations with boys.
"For crying out loud, Sherry, you can't be that much of a prude!" Kathie giggled.
"There's only the two of us here and fencing all around the house. Nobody can see you but meand I'm your own sister!"
"Well ... "
"I mean, not even Daddy's here today."
"STEPdaddy, Kathie. He's not really our father."
"No, but he's tried to be since Mom died, and you know it. Whatever he is, he's not here, is he? He's out drinking again, playing the horses like he always does on Sundays!"
Sherry bit her lower lip with indecision, but already the invitation was too much to turn down. Her hands hesitantly unclasped the snaps of her bathing suit top. She blushed again at the delicious feeling of letting her taut young breasts be exposed this way, out in the open air as if she were a nudist or something crazy like that. She faltered a moment longer, cupping the flimsy cloth which dangled by its now untied strap and her firm, ivory-smooth breasts, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment all the way to her neck. "It is awfully hot this afternoon at that ... "
"Sure it is, and you won't have another opportunity to sun like this until next week.
Before you know it, the summer will be gone, and we'll be back in drudgy old school." Again Kathie giggled enticingly and patted a spot alongside of her. "Just think! When September comes, we'll show up in the gym showers with a tan all over!
Won't the other kids be jealous?"
"Oh! Oh, Kathie, nobody must see us like that!"
"What a silly old fool you are, Sherry. We've got fine bods, ones we should be proud to show off!"
There was genuine pride in the adolescent girl s voice as she admired her twin sister's shapely body standing above her. They were both sensationally welldeveloped for their ages, though they were not exact duplicates of each other. They were both the same size, weight and height, but what set them apart most obviously was Kathie's slightly darker blonde hair, which she normally wore loose-flowing about her shoulders. It was a casual accent for her pixie face, which was usually impish and sparkling with mischief. Her body had proud, uplifted breasts, about a half-cup larger than her twin's own full curvaceous mounds, and her waist was about an inch larger than Sherry's. Her buttocks were like two saucy melons, ripe and round, and she was well-proportioned to her smooth, tanned legs. The boys knew which twin was which just by looking carefullythough one word or action set the two girls apart more than mere physical details. Kathie had a more experienced way about her, yet there was also an air of innocence, for she was still a virgin, despite a number of very, very close calls.
Sherry had more of a shy and tender manner to her, and her slightly thinner but still lush figure was graceful without being too delicate. Her hair was that one shade lighter than Kathie's, and she usually bobbed it in a pony-tail, which added an aura of little-girlish wonderment to her pale blue eyes. Her long-lined proportions and her hair done back made her seem to be a bit taller than Kathie, though this was imaginary, and so her ripened breasts and smooth rounded buttocks seemed more enticing and sensuous. And indeed, Sherry was well aware that her twin had twice the number of dates and was far more "relaxed" with boys than she, but somehow she couldn't seem to unwind and become the carefree teaser Kathie was, even though she secretly envied her sister for her abilities.
"Well, I know you're right, Kathie," Sherry gushed as finally she dropped her bikini brassiere to the sun deck. "But still, I can't help feeling ... wicked about it!" And then she, too, giggled along with her twin sister, tentatively arching her back and displaying her breasts in all their alabaster splendor.
"You sound as bad as ol' Miss Pomphrets, the librarian," Kathie joked. "Remember when she wouldn't check out that biology book to me because it had pictures of naked men in it?" The blonde-haired twin turned then, reaching for a half-consumed six-pack of beer. "C'mon! Now, take off those bottoms while I open another can of beer, and we'll have a real nice time soaking up sun and foam!"
"Oh, no more beer for me," Sherry gasped. "That can and a half I've had already has gone right to my head! And what if dear Step-daddy discovers we've been swiping his stock?"
"Aw, he's got so much beer in the refrigerator now, he'd never miss this mucheven if he were in condition to notice when he got home." She snapped the pop-top and guzzled some of the cool liquor as it gushed from the can lip, smiling with that mischievous grin up at her sister.
Sherry smiled back and then swallowed involuntarily. Kathie's full rounded breasts were arched and thrusting as the girl tilted back her shoulders and head to drink. The firm, molded globes seemed to be offering themselves in eager supplication to whatever hands wished to caress them, to whatever fingers wished to harden the tiny red berries on their tips. And Sherry could see all of her twin's rich cuntal furrow between her widespread thighs now, and the fringe of blonde pubic hair was parted until all of her coral smooth vaginal slit was exposed, even to where her small budlike clitoris was visible. Viewing the provocatively exposed pussy gave Sherry a sudden jump inward, a wicked tingling in her still bikini-clad loins she could not understand.
Dear Lord! Was it the beer she'd had already? She felt so hot, hotter than she should feel despite the sun, and spirits of any kind had always affected her this waywhat little she'd had in times before while tentatively experimenting with her sister. Well, she could see she would have to keep her head....
"What's the matter, Sherry?"
"N-Nothing, Sis," the blonde-haired girl replied nervously. She smiled again, attempting to cover up the puzzling new sensations which had so suddenly and mysteriously flickered through her abdomen. "No, I guess I'm just thinking I'd better stop being of Miss Pomphrets!"
Laughing now at her own shyness, and determined to ignore the strange emotions her developing body was beginning to taunt her with, the fifteen year old began to peel her bikini panties off. Quivering nevertheless with a sense of forbiddenness, she slowly eased the thin blue material down over her rounded white buttocks and long tapering legs....
The effect of her unconsciously seductive strip was electrifying on her sister. Kathie sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off the sparse curls of pubic hair that gradually became apparent as Sherry worked her little bikini down over her slender legs. She let her blue eyes wander with fond admiration down to her sister's taut, voluptuously full breasts with their pink quivering nipples becoming rigid in the warm sun like crimson marbles. Then she studied downwards, over Sherry's tautened belly and the tiny indentations of her navel and the gentle sloping to her thighs and the tantalizing triangle of softly curling hair that covered the hidden, virginal secrets of her pussy.
Sure, Kathie had seen Sherry naked before-after all, they'd grown up together! But they had been brought up in an atmosphere of prudishness and body-being-evil, their mother being a Midwestern Baptist of the fundamentalist streak. The girls had been swaddled in clothes and censures almost from the time they discovered little boys have snake-like things between their legs and little girls don't. Whatever happened to their real father had always been something of a mystery to them, their mother reticent to discuss the matter; in later years, the girls decided that he must have gotten fed up with the stern, anti-sex attitude of his wife and left them soon after the twins were born.
A bigger mystery to Kathie and Sherry, however, was how Mother ever married their stepfather, Harry Dobson. Dobson had beenand still wasa handsome, muscular individual, much sought after by the grass widows and older unmarrieds in their small town. But once the girls had matured sufficiently to comprehend the odd situation, they figured the last thing on earth their mother would have desired was a virile man. Moreover, they discovered that their stepfather had a very bad reputation in the community where he was known as a loud, brash drinker and gambler with a penchant for the obscene and lewd. Not exactly the perfect mate for a devout, church-going blue-nose, who'd grown even more sour and unresponsive after her first husband had deserted her! They had no way of knowing, though, that their mother was perhaps the prize beauty of the area, the voluptuous model from whom they'd inherited their own nubile, maturing loveliness. They had no way of knowing that back then, Harry Dobson had been goaded into a $ 100 bet by his drinking buddies that he could lay the unattainable woman, and that since he billed himself as the "man with the most," whom any chick would spread for, he'd taken up the contest. He looked upon their mother as the ultimate challenge to his prowess, and their mother regarded him as everything to avoid, as sin personified. But she was fascinated with him as a child is by fire, the true warmth of her feminine soul leading her on subconsciously the more she prayed for courage to resist him. But she couldn't stay away, despite his filthy and coarse habits and his grasping, neverending attacks upon her pure and wholesome flesh. But she wouldn't say YES to going to bed with him, either.
No matter how many times Harry Dobson attempted to get into their mother's panties during those long, frustrating months of his courtship, she always managed to fight him off. His friends were mocking him, and his pride was taking a battering it had never known before, until ultimately nothing else mattered to him other than to screw her ... and the only way to do that was to marry her. Their mother fought that idea almost as valiantly, but her parents and acquaintances all thought it was a wonderful concept. Her parents were delighted with the idea that a man, ANY man, wanted to make an "honest woman" out of their daughter, whom one man had already deserted ignominiously, and who'd in their eyes become a town scandal. Her girl friends considered the match preferable because it would remove the potential temptation of an unattached woman around their own straying husbands, and in that catty way women can be, figured their erstwhile friend would be trapped with a worse mate than they'd already married. And Harry's so-called friends pushed for it because they thought it would be the funniest joke on the arrogant bastard that could possibly happen. Hell, it was worth losing the $100 bet just to see him tied down and branded. So everybody pushed for the marriage ... and before Dobson, the mother, or both of her twin daughters fully realized what was happening Kathie and Sherry were bridesmaids, decked out in Mary Jane dresses and flowers in their hair, gawking at their mother standing beside Mr. Dobson while a minister chanted at them.
It was a marriage made in hell. The girls had been six at the time, and they both remembered the subsequent seven years as one long bickering fight between their mother and stepfather. If habits had been prissy before, they became downright nunnish in the new home, the girls not being allowed to be seen outside of their rooms or bathroom in anything less than full clothing. Bathing suits were singlepiece, even before they started puberty, their mother around with a hawk eye as if afraid her new husband was about to attack her fledgling daughters. Harry Dobson preferred his women experienced and stacked, so the problem never arose, and not once had he ever tried fooling around with them. But Kathie and Sherry grew up learning a vast and profane vocabulary, as in drunken rages, their stepfather would insist on his conjugal rights in the marriage bed. The battle royals would come through the closed doors and thick walls as if they weren't there, though the girls were still too young to fully appreciate the harried, frustrated agony Dobson was experiencing. They couldn't understand completely why "Daddy"as he wanted them to call himseemed frozen out of his bed but locked in the house. The police called whenever he stormed out at night.
Two years ago, their mother died. It was a tragic accident, a stumbling over a stool on the cellar stairs, which resulted in a broken neck. The girls were a little puzzled about that, considering the stool was normally kept in the upstairs bathroom, and the cellar light had never burned out before, but their stepfather asked them not to day anything, and they didn't, for fear of being beaten by "Step-Daddy." So Mother was buried, and since then, they'd been largely on their own. Harry Dobson was out most of the time, day and night, making up for lost time. They were allowed to do whatever they wanted for the most part, and Kathie seeming to have more of her real father's spirited blood in her than Sherry did, was straining the limits with her wild, uninhibited dating and occasional drinking. And Sherry, no longer shackled by their mother's Victorian oppressiveness, was feeling increasingly feisty as well.
But the ghost of their maternal upbringing still clung to them, a deeply instilled morality which had kept them virgins and which could not be overthrown in so short a time. Kathie was, if only subconsciously, working on it, though, and this naked sunbathing out in the open was just another experiment in her restless quest for experience and maturity. And gazing up at her twin sister and viewing the abandoned display of her fresh young body, she couldn't help thinking how exciting Sherry looked! It had to do with the time and place and the setting, for this wasn't in the bathroom or their separate bedrooms, or even in the gym showers at school!
This was ... well, it was delightfully wicked, just as Sherry said, and it made her tingle all over with the stimulation of being so daring. And best of all, Sherry was doing it too, and Kathie couldn't help thinking how innocent and yet at the same time immodest her lithe twin sister seemed in her nymph-like pose over her! Oh, if only their mother were alive and could see them now ...!
Laughing with self-consciousness, Sherry held her naked pose, naively unaware of how intently her sister was watching her. Her thumbs were pressed against her softly flaring hips, fingers splayed across her belly in an unknowingly provocative stance.
"Oh, it does feel good to be nude this way," she giggled.
"I told you so! Can you feel the wind?"
"Yes, yes, there's a breeze coming over the fence and it's like cool little feathers all over me!"
"I feel it on my breasts. Can you?"
"Yes!" Sherry glanced down at her nakedly protruding breasts, seeing how her red nipples were standing out to the massaging caress of the wind. "Mmmmmm!"
"My titties are very sensitive; did I ever tell you that, Sherry? I bet yours are too, especially around the nipples."
Sherry blushed, having the strange forbidden desire to reach up and tweak her nipples and make them still harder. "You ... never told me that before, Kathie," she whispered, choking down her immoral thoughts. "But you're right! They are!"
"And can you feel the breeze between your legs, Sis? You know, right through your pubic hair and against the flesh of your pussy?"
"Kathie!" Sherry gasped, "What a thing to say!" But she couldn't help shivering with the knowledge that she could feel the refreshing wind playing gently with the soft curling hairs of her pubic mound, whispering delightfully between the crevice of her buttocks and up along the involuntarily swelling lips of her dully pulsing vagina.
Shamed by her own imprudence now, she sat down on the large, wide mattress beside her twin, and despite her promise to go slow on the beer, she accepted the open can and drank. The hot summer day and an oddly parched throat she suddenly felt were making her thirstier than normal. The two fifteen year olds talked as they drank their stepfather's beer, and then feeling heady as another can was consumed, Sherry stretched out full length on the mat and cradled her face in her arms. The brilliant sun roasted her fair skin, especially the pale stripes across her breasts and thighs where her bikini normally covered her. The beer seemed to ferment in her blood stream from the heat, but she didn't care ... nothing mattered as the sun drew all the energy out of her, her mind drowsing in semi-consciousness. It was good like this, without any restricting clothes on, she had to admit ... it truly was....
"Sherry...?"
"Mmmm?"
"You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking it would be wild to have a couple of boys here with us!" Kathie saw her sister's sudden expression of shock and dismay, and she smiled broadly before going on. "Don't worry, just wishful thinking. But it would be sort of neat, wouldn't it? I was just lying here dreaming of what it would be like, us two all naked and a couple of guysolder guys, you know, like seniors or somethingdrinking beer with us.
"You mean ... You mean, they'd be naked too?"
"Sure! And they could look at us and we could look at them, maybe standing over us, with their legs spread apart so we could see all of their things ... their cocks."
"Oh!" Sherry gulped, tensing in momentary shock at the obscene slang word for penis. But then she recalled the pictures she'd seen in books when they'd had to take Sex Education class, and how the line drawings had shown handsome youths with their penises standing out ready for "penetration" into the woman....
"Cock, Sherry," Kathie repeated lewdly. "Cock, just like we've got cunts ... Cocks and their balls, and then maybe they'd lie down and try to make love to us. Fuck us, Sherry."
"D-Don't talk that way, Sis!" Sherry pleaded, but her mind, lightened by the beer, was whirling with the same depraved image as her twin droned on the obscenities of her young imagination.
"Fuck you and me, the two of us together being fucked right here on the mattress! I wonder what it feels like, with a cock up inside me," Kathie said, and Sherry watched stupefied as her sister splayed her legs wide and pointed her finger toward her widespread pussy. "One of these days I'm going to find out, Sherry. One of these days I'm going to let Frank or Jim or maybe even Timmy VanDoren get me so excited on a date I'll let him go all the way with me!"
"You-You wouldn't really, Sis! What would Daddy say?"
"Hell, what would he knowor care? I bet he's getting his ashes hauled regularly by those girls down at that tavern he goes to all the time." Kathie laughed and rolled on her side so that she was facing Sherry. "I'd better stop thinking that way or I'll make myself all horny," she said, smiling, and then leaned her head against her elbow before going on in a lower voice. "I've never seen a full-grown cock, just those little peters on the boy babies we sit for. Maybe I wouldn't really go all the waythe word gets around awful fast once you do, y'knowbut I'd like to see one, just once, big and fat and hard. Tell me the truth, Sherry. Wouldn't you? I mean, truly?"
Sherry felt very open and vulnerable, but the tone in her sister's voice was one of sincerity, and the beer had weakened her usual reticence until she felt the urge to be candid. "Do you ... you promise never to say a word if I tell you a secret?"
"Tell me what?"
"Promise?"
"Sure, Sis, you know that! C'mon, spill!"
"Well ... I-I've seen one!"
"No! You mean a boy's cock? A real boy's cock?"
Sherry nodded, confessing: "Itit frightened me!"
She leaned up on her elbows, her golden hair fanning out like a shining veil and framing her small, cherubic face. Her large blue eyes were opened wide, and she looked hesitant and scared even to be mentioning it.
"Frightened you? How could it frighten you?"
"He ... didn't know I saw it, and might've caught me looking!"
"You never told me this before," Kathie said, in a slightly distrusting tone. "I don't believe you! Who was the guy?"
"It was...." Sherry took a deep trembling breath. "It was Step-Daddy's!"
For a short instant, Kathie didn't say anything at all, and then she asked in a stunned voice: "You mean our stepfather's? You saw his prick?"
"Uh-huh."
"And it was hard?"
Again Sherry nodded, a tight, thick lump forming in her constricted throat. "Hard like a rock! It was ... last week when it happened; you remember, the night he didn't come home until very early the next morning. I woke up when he came into the house, I guess it was about five o'clock, and I had to go to the bathroom. Well, I got out of bed and put my robe on, but when I got out in the hall, he was just going into the bathroom himself! The hall was very dark and the bathroom light was on, so I could see him but he couldn't see me. He was naked, naked as we are now, and I think he was still pretty drunk. Anyway, he walked across to the bathroom, and his ... thing was sticking straight out in front of him, like a big spear pointing the way!"
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! I just stood there, like I was rooted!"
"And what did he do?"
"He went in and left the door open, and I could see him leaning over the toilet, cursing while he ... he ... "
"He pissed. I bet that's what he had, a piss-hard-on!" Kathie laughed delightedly, clapping her hands. "Oh boy! Tell me, what did it look like?"
"Well, it was about this long," Sherry said, gesturing with her hands in an exaggerated distance. "And it was all red like his nose gets when he's drinking, and about this big around. Big blunt head on it too, like a mushroom cap!"
Kathie wasn't aware of it, but she was starting to caress her tingling breasts as her twin sister described their stepfather's erection. She could sense a weird moisture forming between the throbbing, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, the erotic conversation making her tremble in her loins with desire and a sense of envy that Sherry had seen his cock, and not her.
"And did you watch him piss?" she asked eagerly, her blue eyes dancing with arousal. "Did you?"
"I couldn't help it! If I moved, he'd have heard me, so I stayed where I was and watched him hold his penis down and a big stream of ... piss splashed all over the toilet, because he couldn't bend it down far enough. That's why he was cursing!"
"Oh Lordy, Lordy, I wish I'd been there!" Kathie said, giggling. "I'd have liked watching him! I wouldn't have been a scairdy cat like you," she scoffed. "I'd have" Suddenly the familiar sound of their stepfather's Ford pulling into the driveway stopped her in mid-sentence.
"It's Step-Daddy!" Sherry said, gasping.
"He's home early!" Kathie said, scrambling to her feet. "Quick! Clean up the beer cans and let's get to our rooms before he catches us like this!"
Frantic with haste, the two young girls scooped their bikinis together, knowing there wasn't enough time to put them on if they were to clean up the evidence of their drinking. They cradled the swimsuits and the beer cans in their arms, dashing wildly on bare feet through the living room glass door and up the stairs to the second floor, hearing behind them the garage door slam closed. Panting, the naked twins rushed into Sherry's bedroom, which was the closest, closing the door behind them. They threw the beer cans on the bed, hiding them under the covers as best they could while Harry Dobson started up the stairs, and then, holding their breaths, they stood like frozen nude statues as he walked past the door....
CHAPTER TWO
It was too damned hot for a man to be outside, Harry Dobson growled to himself as he strode up the stairs of his house. The wretchedly steaming afternoon drained a man of his strength and good humor, leaving behind a parch-dry shell, a broiled lobster shell with all the meat sweated out of him and eyes red and shiny as if boiled in a vat of tokay. If he'd had the brains God gave an ice cube, he'd be back in the dim, air-conditioned bliss of Jack's Trap, instead of feeling as if he'd crawled across the Sahara, the interior of his Ford sedan having been like an oven, even after he'd rolled down all the windows. But he was no longer a welcomed patron at Jack's, not until he coughed up some more money. The day bartender had told him Jack had cut off his credit, and Harry hadn't even been able to get a small glass of beer on the cuff before he'd left the tavern. And that was after he'd dropped all his dough in the horse parlor in back of the place, discreetly run by Slapsy Jim Rule.
Damn those horses. That's all; just plain goddamn those flea-bitten nags. He'd tried everything to dope the races that day, but it was worse than usual, his wallet plucked clean by the end of the third race instead of lasting all the way through the seventh.
The goats he'd picked had been so slow that they'd had to be shoveled off the track to make room for the next race, and the last one, the one he'd tripled his bet on to make up for the first two losses, had stricken with a fit of momentary paralysis that left him acting like a statue as the starting gate opened. Slapsy Jim loved him. Why not? Harry was an inveterate gambler and in spite of endless years of consistently losing more than half his meager weekly paycheck on the races, he still had a great difficulty knowing just where he stood at the close of the last race. Harry had no mind for figures at allnot the kind that add up in columns. Get the kind that swivel in skirts, and that was another matter, his eyes much better at picking good form in women than horses.
Not that he could have done anything about a woman this Sunday. He was flat busted broke, in hock up to his ears with Slapsy Jim as well as Jack, and Slapsy wasn't as easy going about credit as Jack was about drinking on the tab. Harry was in trouble, deep trouble, and he knew it, and there wasn't anything else he could've done except leave the parlor and Jack's Trap and get into that kiln he called a car and go home. At least he had some cold beer in the fridge there.
Harry Dobson was a tall, heavy-set man, not looking his full forty years, though some of his nut-brown hair was turning a distinguished silver around the temples. Despite all the beer he consumed, he was still well-built and without a paunch, his job as iron-monger at the foundry sweating out the suds his evenings piled on. He was still handsome and carried himself with that nervy self-assurance that a lot of girls thought very masculine, and when he scored (as he often did), he did his damndest to prove he was one mother of a stud. And shit! What he needed now were the eager arms and hot pliant cunt of just such a woman. But here he was instead, going home alone, and it made him madder than if he'd found a hole in the bottom of his bedpan. That's a laugh! he snorted as he stomped down the hall to the master bedroom. He was too busted broke to own a pot to piss in ... and if he did have one, Slapsy Jim would repossess it as part payment for what Harry owed him.
He'd sworn that he'd never be in debt to his bookie, but he was ... and the noose was definitely tightening around his neck....
And Harry, absorbed in his own problems, assumed that his twin step-daughters were out somewhere, and not suspecting that they were nakedly standing holding their breaths as he passed the door to Sherry's bedroom. He went into his own room, making a swipe at the door and not caring that it didn't close all the way, tugging the tail of his yellow sports shirt out of his pants, wanting nothing more desperately than to get out of his sticky, sweat-stained clothes....
"What ... what are we going to do now?" Sherry whispered hesitantly, her eyes wide and fearful.
"Shhh!" Kathie said, waving at her to be quiet. Her ear was pressed to the door now, her face cocked to one side with a strange intensity to her expression. "I think StepDaddy is taking his clothes off!"
"What?"
"I can hear him mumbling about a cold bath," Kathie went on, still concentrating on the sounds coming through the thin door panel. "He doesn't have the door to his room closed."
"Well, let's get dressed too! You can wear something of mine, or ... or put your bikini back on."
"Will you shut up, Sis?" Kathie licked her lips, her little blue eyes gleaming with excitement. "He's taking off his clothes and is going to have a bath, and his door is open! You know what that means?"
"N-No," Sherry admitted, shaking her head.
"That means we can see him naked!"
"Hey, wait a minute! We can't just go out there, Kathie! He'll see us for sure, and you want him to catch us like this, without a stitch on?"
"I want to see him nakedlike you did!" Kathie replied vehemently. "I want to see Step-Daddy's cock, Sherry! And I can, too, the same way you saw it that night, just by opening your door a little bit. I can peek right into his bedroom that way, and along the hall when he goes in the bathroom!"
"Oh no, Kathie! D-Don't do that!" her sister pleaded, tugging at her arm.
"Don't you want to see him naked again?" Kathie asked sharply, so aroused by the previous conversation and her own drunkenly salacious thoughts, that she was quivering now with expectation. "Or did you really ever see his cock?"
"I did! I did!"
"I think you were making it all up, Sherry, but I don't care! I want my chance now!
You don't have to watch if you're scared," she added with a little sneer, and raised her hand to the door knob. "I'm just going to open it and take a peek, real quiet-like ... "
"Oh, do be careful," Sherry moaned in low-toned fear. She was scared, but she had been telling her sister the truth, and now she was actually more frightened of arguing with Kathie. Then Step-Daddy would hear them for sure, and if he ever came in her room and found her naked like this, she'd simply die of humiliation!
She watched in trembling anxiety as her twin silently turned the door-knob and opened it carefully. The hallway was dim, the drapes of the house having been pulled to keep out some of the sun's ferocious heat, but there was still plenty of light to see diagonally across to the master bedroom. The bathroom was next to it, directly across from Kathie's room, which was next to her own.
As fearful as she was, however, young Sherry could not contain the same prurient curiosity which was egging Kathie on. She tiptoed up to the door and peeked along her sister's shoulder, gazing tentatively out of the room and into her Step-Daddy's.
The door was open, and at first she could hear Harry growling to himself, and Sherry had to stifle a giggle, for no doubt the horse racing had gone badly for him as it usually did.
"A little bit more and we'll be able to see all the way in there," Kathie hissed up at her sister, and she pulled the knob toward her to widen the gap they were spying through.
The door hinges squeaked!
Their hearts stopped in their young chests! Their stepfather must have heard it, it was so loud! But no, his snorting and swearing continued without letup, and Kathie again opened the door a little more. Their eager eyes adjusted to the light of the master bedroom, then they sucked in their breath, watching wide-eyed at the muscular body of their stepfather as he slowly took off his clothes!
Already his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was picking at the sleeves of it, trying to get it off his burly arms. He was having trouble peeling it from his sweat-slick skin, but finally he slid it off his tanned torso and let it drop to the floor. Sherry knew she was doing wrong, standing in the doorway like this, for it had been an accident last week when she'd seen him naked, but this was being done on purpose! Yet an excited curiosity was gripping her, one which kept her frozen in forbidden fascination even though her mind told her to look away, and she continued to feast her eyes on her stepfather as he scratched his naked chest and yawned, unaware that his two twin stepdaughters were watching him. His naked back was to her, flesh and muscles rippling with male vigor, and then he was unbuckling his trousers, still cursing himself. He slid his wrinkled pants down his legs, then stepped out of them and threw them across the room with casual distain. He was wearing only the briefest of underpants now, which seemed to accentuate rather than mask his muscular buttocks and flanks.
"I've already seen him in swimming trunks," Kathie snorted impatiently. "I want to see the rest of him now!"
As if in answer to the young girl's demands, Harry began to ease down his underwear. They slipped down over his hips and thighs, dropping to his bare feet where he stepped out of them. His penis lay dormant, nestled against his flaccid testicles, and looked stubby and harmless. The dark pubic hair sprouted thickly around it, framing the sleeping flesh.
"I thought you said it was big!" Kathie whispered.
"It is!" Sherry hissed back defensively. "It's not jutting up and hard now, that's all!
You remember what the text-books say about a man when he's soft!"
Harry crossed to the dresser and surveyed himself in its mirror, and Sherry and Kathie had a difficult time suppressing their giggles as they peeped through the door at him. Harry ran his hands up and down his sides, sucking in his stomach and expanding his chest. Then he moved his hands over in front of his loins, cupping his scrotum with his left hand and stroking his penis with his right. To both girls' amazement, he flexed his buttocks, clenching and flaring the cheeks in unmistakable rhythm!
Harry stood like that for a long moment, tugging playfully with his penis and watching himself do it in the mirror's reflection. For a moment he considered masturbating that way, looking at himself beat off until his hardened cock throbbed out its load of cum all over the bedroom carpet. But no ... sure as hell his stepdaughters would clean the room in a day or so and find a half-wiped pool of sticky goop on the floor and wonder what had spilled. And those two damned brats weren't all that innocent anymore, and there was a chance they'd recognize the odor and texture of the stain and know he jerked off like one of their pimple-faced boyfriends.
But ohhhhh ... he felt as if his cum were backed up to his Adam's apple after what happened this noon! He backed up to the bed and lay down spread-legged on the coverlet, continuing to stroke his stiffening penis with his eyes shut and his erotic thoughts returning to Jack's Trap and Slapsy Jim Rule's horse parlor in back. Ahhh yes, and that sultry-eyed brunette bitch Slapsy Jim kept around to keep the horseplaying suckers interested between races. Her name was Delores; just Delores, and to hell with the last name, because if you were built as lushly as she was, you didn't need any last name to get around! Jesus, she couldn't have been over twenty years old, and Harry's personal guess was that she was closer to eighteen, but she had a set of bazooms that stuck out like rocket cones! Delores was designed along those Southern European lines which might cause her to become blowsy by the time she turned thirty, but for now she had it, and had it all together the right way! And fuck her if she didn't know how she turned on the guys! She'd come sashaying around wearing tight black short-shorts and a open-belly Bolero blouse that hugged her huge breasts like a second skin. It didn't seem to matter what she wore up top, she couldn't seem to hide those nipples showing through like push-buttons on an automatic sex-doll. And today, her pants had been so tight, he'd had the unnerving view of the girl's vaginal slit, a view he tried not to stare at unmannerly the whole time he was there dropping his money, knowing she was Slapsy Jim's broad and not available to mess around with. But how could a red-blooded guy not stare when the material followed the contours of her cunt lips and mound, creasing along the vertical line of her well-developed pussy? Shit, it was enough to make a bishop kick a hole through a stained glass window!
And then at noon, prior to that third and disastrously final race when he'd lost everything, he'd been sitting out in Jack's, having a beer and eating a bowl of chili, the only food Jack served. He'd had the money then, though not enough to pay the long tab he'd run up at the bar. Delores had come wiggling out from the back room, looking bored with life and Slapsy Jim in particular, and snuggled in the booth beside him. Christ, but she'd gotten him excited, putting her hand on his leg way up high, almost to where his cock was, and he could tell she was all willing and set to go if he could figure out a way to fool Slapsy Jim. And she'd told him how much she liked him, seeing him around the place so much, and what a good time they could have together if he ever made it big with the horses. She'd told him that, for Christ's sake, right to his face, fluttering her eyelids and blowing him pouty kisses until he thought he was going to cream in his chili!
Well, then he'd blown it all on the third race, and it would have to be another time and another day before he got into that sweet piece of ass. He had a feeling that if he ever did gaff her, she'd tear his leg off in her passion and beat him over the head with it! You could see she was nothing but a sex maniac on leash, and thinking about it now while lying naked on his bed, Harry Dobson involuntarily drew in a fevered breath at the unbelievable idea of fucking Delores. The thought of helpless moanings of pleasure bursting from her ripened lips goaded his penis up into rock-like hardness, and he could feel the blood in it pound with desire, tiny droplets of seminal fluid oozing from his sensitive cock-head and smearing hotly against his hand as he massaged it back and forth.
Both young twins gasped as they saw their naked stepfather stroking his expanding penis in his fingers, and Kathie blinked her eyes in disbelief as she saw the once flaccid organ swell in size before her eyes. Sherry was righthis cock was large!
How could any woman take a thing that size up between her thighs without splitting her belly in half?
"Wh-What's he doing, Sis?" Sherry whispered, her eyes round like saucers.
"I don't know for sure. Maybe he's beating his meat!"
"What's that mean?"
"Silly! That's like when a girl fingers her cunt until she cums, only it's when a guy fiddles with his penis instead!"
"Ohhhhh...." Sherry nodded abstractedly, running her tongue over her lips. Her mouth was dry and she felt hot and clammy all over her naked body as she continued to watch. There was a curious burning sensation up between her legs, and she squeezed them tightly together in a frantic effort to quench it. She knew she should turn away, but she couldn't bear not to stare at the naked older man on the bedshe had to see every little detail! Her eyes still glued to his hotly stroking hand, she began to sway slightly in time to its rhythmic tempo. Her breasts were beginning to throb and unconsciously, she raised one hand and touched her small mounds with the palm of her hand. Tentatively she began to gently massage the little pink nipples which were involuntarily hardening and aching.
Then Sherry heard a sigh from her sister next to-her, a barely audible mewl of pleasure, and glanced at Kathie for a moment. She was amazed to see that her twin had her hand caressing her breasts, her eyes glued on the bedroom across the hall.
.. and it was then that Sherry fully realized what she was doing to herself in automatic response to the lewdly enticing scene. But as shamed and mortified as she was, she didn't stop fondling her nipples and breasts, letting the delicious sensations wash through her nerves as she turned her attention back to her stepfather rapidly stroking his long thick penis up and down.
She remembered Kathie's explanation just now, and the words: like when a girl fingers her cunt. Sometimes at night or in the bath, she had played experimentally with her tender budding vagina, not really sure of what she was doing. Once or twice she had touched the electric button of her little clitoris, quivering with the resultant spasmodic sensations. But always, fear of discovery and a hesitation born of her mother's preachings had prevented her from going any further. Now, watching her naked stepfather on the bed, she knew she wanted to go furtherbut she didn't dare. Not with Kathie naked right next to her!
Yet oh ... ohhhh, how a fire was growing inside of her slender young thighs! Her glance fell back on Kathie, who was now cupping her breast and rolling the hardened nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, oblivious to everything except the man on the bed. And then to her shock, Sherry saw that Kathie's other hand was sliding fervently down between the soft blonde curls of her pubic mound! She didn't know what to do now! Her own twin sister wasn't too ashamed of fingering herself in front of her, and she wanted to do it so very much herself! Her nerve endings were a quivering mass of eagerness, ready to ignite at the merest touch ... and yet still the basic shyness that set the two girls apart as individuals made her hesitate and hold back....
Sherry compromised momentarily, squeezing her pulsating breasts with quick, circular motions, moving her palms over her awakening buds faster and faster to bring a little relief to her trembling, inexperienced young body.
But her relief was short-lived. Yielding to the ache in her breasts only served to increase the fire that was now burning out of control in her naked loins. Almost humiliated at the surrender to her weaknesses, she slowly dropped her right hand to her warmly welcoming vaginal slit, and pressed her fingers against the sensitive layers of flesh. Tentatively, she probed through the sparse, baby-fine hair, and stroked the outer lips of her pussy with experimental gentleness. She slid her middle finger along the moistly swelling crevice in time to the rhythm of her stepfather's blatant strokings in the other room, her eyes locked hungrily on his upthrust erection and his hand that was curled around its thick, hardened shaft and rubbing its firmly swollen flesh back and forth ... back and forth....
Kathie looked over and saw what her sister was doing, and a wide, pleasurable smile lit her face as she continued to finger her own hot little cunt. Sherry was finally letting herself go! If it hadn't been for sunbathing in the nude and a little too much beer, the restraining walls would never have crumbled ... but they had, and watching Sherry finger herself was almost as arousing to the fifteen year old girl as seeing her naked stepfather playing with his penis! She reached over in an instant of impulsiveness and grabbed Sherry's wrist, halting her hand that was pressing her breast.
"What...." Sherry began.
"Shhh! Give me your hand, Sis!" Kathie hissed. She pulled her twin sister's arm toward her, and down along the curvaceous side of her naked body, then over her rippling flat belly in the direction of her cuntal mound. But Sherry, woken by force from her sensuous reverie, was suddenly frightened. Whatever Kathie had in mind, she didn't want to do it!
"No ... no more, Kathie," she began to whimper. "Stop it! Please, stop whatever you're doing!"
Kathie's only answer was to jerk Sherry's wrist harder, which caused the twin to almost fall over and sprawl headlong into the hallway. "Oh, look what you almost made me do!" Sherry whined.
"C'mon, Sis! If you don't do what I want, I'll ... I'll tell Daddy you were spying on him the other night when he took a pee!"
"But ... but we're both spying on him now!"
"I'll tell him that you made me this time! And he'll believe me, because of the last time when you saw him!"
In her distraught and drunkenly aroused state of mind, young Sherry was unable to think clearly. She did not see the underlying bluff to her twin sister's threats, only the thought of how angry her stepfather would be if he discovered the truth, and how humiliated she'd be to face him ... it was too much!
"Oh, don't tell him ... I'll do it ... I'll do anything you want, Kathie!" Sherry moaned, and allowed her to guide her hand more gently now down along her inner thigh. Sherry involuntarily gasped as Kathie placed her fingers against softly curling pubic hair, and she felt the warm slippery wetness, a wetness just like her own, seeping from her twin sister's fevered cuntal lips.
"Rub my pussy, Sherry," Kathie begged through clenched teeth. "Oh hurry, do! I can't stand it any longer....
Hesitantly, Sherry began to stroke the other girl's moistly heated vaginal slit, probing slightly into the finger-slickened crevice of her sister's tight little cunt.
"Ahhhmmmm...." Kathie sighed, as shiver after thrill-tingling shiver coursed through her naked body. Sherry felt the hardened, engorged button of her twin's clitoris, and rubbed her finger experimentally against it. "Ohhhhh," Kathie moaned, her hips beginning to jerk. "Now you, Sherry. Finger yourself at the same time!"
Sherry was afraid. All this was so new to her! She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she was enjoying what they were doing, and didn't want to stop! She heard her sister's breath come in short gasps as she searched in the warm hidden folds of her virginal cunt with her left hand. With her right hand still massaging her own cuntal passage, Sherry's thumb discovered the throbbing head of her clitoris and began to stroke it in tempo, and shivers of ecstasy raced through her aroused young body as she fingered both herself and Kathie next to her.
A warm flush enveloped Sherry's naked flesh as she continued to manipulate her sensually awakened vagina in time to her stepfather's pistoning lewd movements up and down on his long rigid penis, her other finger freely caressing her sister's pussy.
She could barely control the mewls of pleasure which were attempting to escape from her throat, caution leaving her, hardly anything mattering any longer but the fiery tingling deep in her young loins.
She tested the tight resisting ring of both their cunts with her outstretched middle fingers. The tender flesh felt moist and elastic under her touch, and she pushed gently at the unwilling entrances. She felt Kathie gasp and shudder against her while she in turn winced in sudden pain as she probed the twin virginal openings, and then slowly she insinuated the tips of her fingers up inside the warm wet little holes. Chills and shivers ran up and down her back like icicles, raising goose bumps over her entire body which contrasted almost painfully with the warmth of her skin.
The passionate sighs and moans coming from her stepfather were now more strangled and intense, and suddenly Sherry could resist her lewd temptations no longer! With a deep-throated gurgle, she rammed both fingers entirely up into the twin vaginal orifices, rotating her hand harder up against the jerking lips of Kathie's and her own youthful pussies. She felt the warm walls of their cunts closing in on her fingers and sighed as her rummaging brought new moans of joy from her sister and spasms of electric excitement shooting up through her. The fire was being quenched at last, but a new, more searing sensation was taking its placea growing hunger rearing and threatening to overpower her. Desperately, she finger-fucked herself and her sister, tears of delight coming to her eyes as she realized that her hands were not enough. She wanted more inside of her!
Greedily, she stared at the huge fleshy erection which was jutting up from her stepfather's hairy loins as he stroked it to orgasm. She wanted a long hard cock like his deep up inside of her; that's why the ache would not go away! She wished, oh how she wished, that she was somehow twisting under a man who had a big thick penis like her Step-Daddy's to fill her tender young belly and make her feel better.
"Ohhhhh Sherrryyyy," Kathie moaned against her, as she spasmodically undulated up against her twin sister's pumping finger. "You have ... have a natural rhythm, believe you me!
If this is how good a tiny finger can make me feel, I can just bet the heaven a big hard cock would send me to...!"
Still stroking his blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes, Harry Dobson was totally oblivious to his two stepdaughters finger-fucking across the hall from his open bedroom door. He could feel his own naked buttocks tighten on the bedspread, and he groaned out loud as he pumped still harder on his burgeoning penis, imagining the rubbery blunt head pressing deeply into Delores's tight, twitching little cunt. His cock would fit so nicely in there and would work its way so perfectly against the wet, brunette-haired slit of her pussy flesh ... And now, now his balls were bursting with his cum, eager to splash into that lush bitch's belly and fill her womb to overflowing. Ah! Ah! Harry tried to control it, to fight it so he could dream of fucking Delores some morebut he couldn't! The floodgates of his climax were open, and his pelvis was grinding uncontrollably against the bed. He mesmerically continued stroking, buffeting the thick hardened shaft of his penis unmercifully between his fingers. His back arched and his hips thrust upwards in a mighty surgeand he was there!
A bear-like howl erupted from his throat as he spewed his hot white semen high up into the air like an obscene fountain of milk. It gushed out in spurting torrents, splashing his chest, belly and legs, trickling down between his tightly clenched buttocks and matting the pubic hair around his ejaculating cock. Finally, when he had spewed out his last drop of sperm, he released his cum-covered fingers and sank back down against the mattress, temporarily satiated, his mouth hanging open slightly ... dreaming of Delores and her hot little cunt....
Sherry and Kathie were off their knees now and were lying on the floor of the other bedroom. They could both see in their mind's eye the creamy pools of male seed on their stepfather's stomach and loins, and they were cumming ... cumming.... cumming in response!
Closing her eyes, Kathie tried to imagine what it would be like with a cock fucking up into her instead of her sister's middle finger. But all she could feel was the tooslender, stabbing probe, and she moaned softly as the waves of heat gathered momentum inside of her belly. She opened her eyes again and fastened them on the energetic hand screwing up into her little pussy. She saw her young, developing cunt clinging hungrily to Sherry's finger on each withdrawal, the delicate pink hair-fringed edges pulling out with it, unwilling to let go, even for a moment. Again she closed her eyes, thinking only of a nice thick penis pistoning in and out, testicles pounding against her anus, her arms locked around a naked boy's neck and her legs straddling his thighs, her naked vagina upraised and defenseless before her dreamlover's ceaseless surging.
"Oh, Sherry! Sherry! I'm there! I'm there!" she gasped. "I ... I'm cummmiiinnnggg....
!"
Something was happening to Sherry, too. The heat inside her loins was a furnace now, and cloud after cloud of it swept through her flesh. Her hips were jerking strangely, and she felt as if she were drifting ... her head spinning around, and involuntarily her fingers dug deeper and deeper into both their cunts. To her surprise, she felt a gush of warmness flowing down over her hand that was thrusting up inside Kathie's pussy, and she gaped at her sister, beginning to shake as if beset with palsy. And then the cloud burst, raining sparks of erotic fire down on her, and she heard a moaningwas it herself?and she felt a wetness on the middle finger that was stroking her own tender cunt, secretions flowing like warm honey trickling down between her legs. This is it! This was her very first orgasm, and whyoh whyhad she been so foolish to deny herself this before? She wanted this wonderful new sensation to go on forever now ... ever and ever and ever ...!
But finally it stopped as all good things must. A peacefulness took over in its stead, and she sighed contentedly, quivering as she sprawled naked on the floor of her bedroom. She could see her twin sister lying beside her, legs still spread wide, her mouth open and her hands pressing her breasts in silent joy. She could still see across the hall, and her stepfather's naked form half-comatose on the bed, sticky white liquid, dotting, his body around his now-limp penis. She could imagine how she herself looked at that moment, her face placid with an expression of utter tranquility.
She felt differentmore knowledgeable, more grownup. She knew she would never be the same again, but she didn't care. She was still technically a virgin, but the seeds had been sown this afternoon to take care of that minor detail....
"Oh Sis, that was great!" Kathie sighed warmly.
"Yes, yes it damned well was ... "
"Ah, so now you're even swearing a little!"
"I think quite a few things are going to change, sister dear. Let's rest here for a moment, and then ... "
"And then?"
"Then we'll talk about it ... on the bed this time!"
Kathie giggled lightly, and stretching one foot, she gently closed the door of the bedroom with her toe.
CHAPTER THREE
Delores sat brushing her hair in front of her vanity, wearing nothing but a filmy babydoll top that was all but invisible over her swelling young curves. The nineteen year old was smugly contemplating her good fortune"fortune" being the perfect word to describe her situation. She had the plushest penthouse apartment the town had to offer, closets of clothes and dresses, and weekly trips to the beauty parlors and massage salons. She had as much spending money as she could ask for, and she made sure she asked for plenty, salting away half of it for the "rainy day" when the gravy train would grind to a halt and she'd be kicked off the caboose.
In the meantime, the duties for her free ride were light and pleasant, one hell of an advancement over the daily four-hour shift she'd worked at that whorehouse in Juarez. That's where Slapsy Jim Rule had found her, paid the madam for her release, and smuggled her across the border for his own private sweetcake. There were lots of nice things to be said for such an arrangement, Slapsy Jim often too busy to spend more than three or four nights a week with her, and only loaning her out occasionally to friends and business associates, who always slipped her a few extra dollars or presents for her trouble. And even though Slapsy Jim was way over twice her age, Delores had a certain fondness for the gangster, especially in comparison to some of the grubby customers she'd had to service while a prostitute.
And of course, there were always the extra-curricular men to keep things lively and interesting, to stir her insatiable desire for sex.
She wondered while she brushed her long, dark hair, just how many men had stirred her over the years. Too many to count, actually; they'd long since blurred into a composite picture of one huge impersonal cock drubbing into her welcoming cunt. It had begun so long ago, in the back room of the village bodega, in the state of Chihuahua, Mexico. She'd been twelve but already looking at least sixteen by her figure, and Juan Garcia had offered her candy, all the candy she wanted, just to be able to see her without any clothes on. And then to touch her with his tobacco-stained fingers. And being touched had excited the girl, causing her to instinctively thrust forward for more, and slide with undulating inexperienced rhythm along his clutching hand which was fondling her already hair-fringed pussy. And that was when Juan Garcia had dropped his pants and exposed himself, his penis long and hard and quivering, and in that instant Delores had known what it was all about, what she was designed for, and what her future would consist of.
After Juan Garcia, there had been other men and boys, all panting anxiously, all willing to give anything to please her. And please her they all did, pleased her so much that she never gave a second thought about moving to the big town of Juarez and looking for a job in a house. Instinctively she knew she was young enough and pretty enough not to have to work out of the tents and cribs that lined the hill south of town, from which the old whores and diseased women begged for fucking in the dimness of their questionable shelters. But she also realized she wasn't sophisticated or educated enough to become a call-girl or professional high-class hotel fluff, so to the best house in Juarez she automatically went for an interview.
The madam had told her to strip, then stand, prance, and spread her legs as if she were an animal being bid at auction. It was something Delores knew she'd have to get used to, this impersonal treatment of girls, and quickly did as she was ordered.
The madam, fat and sluggish and wheezing of tequila, leaned back in her chair, eyes rolling excitedly. When Delores was bare down to her panties, which were special lace and almost transparent, the madam leaned forward and tugged them off for her.
Delores let the woman, standing in front of her in proud exposure. And then the madam had slipped to her pudgy knees and licked Delores' sweet-smelling cunt, darting her drooling thick tongue through the dark hairs and up between the moistly pink vaginal lips to tickle and prod her clitoris and pussy hole. At first Delores was frightened and surprised, but then she began to enjoy it. She became turned on in a way she'd never been before, and thought it was real groovy. She clutched at the madam's straggly hair, forcing the tonguing deeper between her thighs, grinding her hips forward and spewing out her breath in heated gasps, until ... with a squeal of delight, she climaxed.
She got the job. For as long as she plied the trade there, she was the madam's pet .
. but now she was Slapsy Jim Rule's pet, ready to give him more sex than he could handle. Ready, willing, and able, so it was not surprising that when Slapsy Jim unlocked the front door of her apartment and walked into the bedroom now, she was receptive as ever to receive him.
Receptive? Hell, she wanted him!
She smiled at him in the mirror's reflection, then put her brush down and turned around.
"Hi, honey. I thought you'd be here by now. What kept you?"
Slapsy Jim glanced from the open bedroom windows to Delores. It was night now, and the town lights sparkled and flared in the clear black sky, and the noise of traffic drifted up from the boulevard below. Slapsy Jim liked the sights and sounds of evening in his town, but he liked the view of Delores better. His eyes flickered over her lushly uplifted breasts that were threatening to burst the confines of the babydolls, and then down lower to the enticing sweep of her long sleek thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could clearly see her soft dark pussy hair and her vaginal lips glistening wetly through the gauzy layer of the gown.
"I had to see Durrel for a shipment," he said, his voice like gravel pouring down a chute.
"Getting some more marijuana in, lover?" Delores stood up and stretched lazily, smiling at him still more intently.
"Yeah, some of the very best grade. I'll have a brick sent up for you tomorrow." He grinned crookedly, adding: "But you might say it's being used as more of an investment."
"You've got something cooking," Delores accused him teasingly. "I can tell by that dirty look on your face."
"You know me like a book, baby. You're dead rightand it's about that plan I was talking to you about earlier today."
"Ah! And does this plan still include me?"
"You bet it does! Just the way you like being included, too."
Delores's dusky eyes glowed lasciviously. "So I'm to work some more on that deadbeat horseplayer, Harry Dobson. Lover, you should have seen him at noon today! I had him so hot, he just about lifted the table with his hard-on! But there's more to it than that, or you wouldn't be wasting fine grass on him. Who else?"
"Those two tight-assed twin stepdaughters of his, that's who!"
A throaty laugh came from the brunette-haired beauty. "So that's it! You want a little action with themas if you don't get enough to satisfy you around here."
"Baby, you know I do," Slapsy Jim chuckled lewdly. "You're a goddamned nympho, that's what you are, but these two chicks are something else! All prime and ready, and never been fucked before. I could tell that the day they came in Jack's Trap looking for Harry. Virgins! I'll bet anything on that. Unpoked and raring to go, and you know how I love banging cherries!"
"If I could sew my box up for you, lover, I would every night," Delores pouted mockingly. "But you go right ahead and I hope your plan works, because Harry looks like he might be pretty damned good in bed, too. Your idea better have both of us enjoying ourselves!"
"Don't fret, baby. We'll both get our lumps."
"Let's do some practicing now, lover," Delores hissed provocatively. "I've been waiting, you know...." Slapsy Jim swallowed thickly, watching the girl slowly push the straps of her babydoll tops from her shoulders with her fingers. Her pink little tongue slipped between her teeth to moisten her lips, her dark eyes hot with hunger as they stared meaningfully at him. With practiced ease, she shimmied her body, her proudly upthrust breasts dancing slightly without any sign of sag, and the flimsy white sheath slipped down to catch momentarily on their distended nipples. It hung there, and then she twitched and it slid still further until it puddled around her bare feet. She stood before him, naked and unadorned, in an obvious, panting state of sexual arousal.
"Come to bed, lover," she whispered encouragingly.
She moved her wasp-like waist in seductive contortions, her full, sensuous breasts bobbing with delightful impudence on her tanned chest. She was tanned all over, not even with the usual tiger stripes on her breasts and hips, the only contrasting shade to her body her reddish-brown nipples and the curly triangle of dark pubic hair, which was now gleaming wetly with her secretions.
"Come on to bed...." Hot damn! Slapsy Jim Rule thought as he stared with trembling agitation. Delores is a natural talent! She can turn a man on and fuck him every which-way! He knew all about her various deductions of other men while she loved off himand he approved heartily; just as she approved whenever he wanted a stray piece of cunt like the two Dobson girls. He recalled with relish the orgies and mate-swapping they'd done together here in this apartment, and knew he'd latched onto the one girl who could please him entirely.
Sometimes he wondered how a mug like him could have ever had the nerve to think a girl like Delores would stay around. He knew what he looked likehad known for almost fifty years nowand realized that he wasn't exactly Adonis. He knew he wasn't exactly ugly, either, and he'd tried over the years in the rackets to learn manners and etiquette, but his face was lean and sharp and his eyes were flat and cold as a snake's. There was a mixture of Mid-Eastern blood in his background, giving his skin a slight duskiness and his nose the shape of an eagle's beak.
Because he'd worked himself up from the slums of Baltimore, having to kiss the ass of every punk who was one rung above him, his attempts to be courteous often came out sounding affected and ingratiating, as though he were a wheedling rugpeddler. But now there was Delores in his life, and with her at his side, he suddenly was respected in lots of other guys' eyes. They figured if he could land a cunt like her, there must be something more to him after all! She'd cost him a lot to bring her out of Juarez, and was still costing him a lot, but she was also making him a lot, too, helping his career as well as pocketbook. She paid her way ... though he was careful never to admit it to her. She might raise the price!
And, dammit, she was about the only asset he had that was downright fun to own!
Look at her now, he thought as he watched Delores stretch out nakedly on the bed with abandoned anticipation. Just look at the way she's begging for cock! His pants, already sticky from little drops of seminal emission caused by her seductive strip, now bulged with his blood-pounding erection. But stifling the impulse to fuck her, he moaned: "No ... No, I've got to go back out in a few minutes on business, and I want to tell you about my idea first."
"Tell me afterwards," she cooed, cupping her breasts upward toward him in wanton offering.
"No, now. I've got just enough time to change into a clean suit, and I want my plan to start tomorrow. You've got to know the details, Delores."
"I refuse to listen unless you take your clothes off and sit down beside me." The dusky-eyed girl wiggled around on the bedspread, moaning further as her fingers dipped down to press against the warm cavern of her hungrily throbbing cunt.
"C'mon, strip, lover. Strip for your baby ... "
"Yeah, well, I've got to anyway to change, don't I?" Slapsy Jim unbuckled his trousers and threw his shirt and tic over his jacket on the chair. Have to keep control of myself, though. Too much to do tonight. But when he pulled his undershorts down, his cock leapt out in full hardness, trembling with lust.
Delores stared lovingly at it, moistening her lips again with the tip of her tongue as if she were already tasting its pungent male seed. "Come on," she whispered throatily.
"Come on and sit beside me."
He did, but warned her: "First things first. Listen to me."
"Sure I will, lover." Delores snaked out her left hand and closed it around his turgid penis. She rubbed it up and down, her tongue still licking along her lips, her eyes hot on the huge pulsing shaft and bulbous head and the wrinkled sac of his cum-filled testicles. "Sure, I'll listen. While I'm sucking you off ... "
"Jesus, don't!" Slapsy Jim said firmly. He moved away, down to the foot of the bed, watching her undulate her hips and slide her fingers down now to her glistening vaginal slit. "Now, look. Harry Dobson owes me plenty, and he doesn't have the cash to pay off his gambling debts. I'm going to apply a little pressure to him tomorrow after he gets off work at that foundry, and offer to make him a trade."
"His debts for his daughters, right?" Delores stretched out her legs and began to stroke his naked thigh with her big toe, wiggling her foot upwards so she could reach the fleshy pole of his hardened cock. "He'll never go for it, Slapsy lover. He may only be their stepfather, but he won't go for the deal."
"I don't figure he will, not that way alone. That's where you come in, baby." He paused, and then a wicked leer parted his lips. "You sweeten the pot, the carrot that goes along with the stick. He gets you as well as his debts cleared, in exchange for me getting a swipe at his kids. And he's chomping at the bit to lay you, you know that. I think he'll buy the package."
"So that's why you've wanted me to butter him up special." She watched gleefully as her strokings made Slapsy Jim shudder. He never could stay away from her for long.
No man could ... "How far do I go with him this time, lover?"
"Far as you have to. Or in your case, I'd say as far as you want to, just so long as he finally agrees to the swap."
"Then don't worry about a thing, lover. He's good as sold already. Mmmm, and it might be lots of fun convincing him. I hope he puts up an argument."
As she spoke, Delores moved her naked buttocks down the bed so she could once more seize Slapsy Jim's hotly pulsing penis. She stroked its thickened hardness with her fingers again, and before he could fend her off, she rose and pressed her naked young body against his, forcing him back in a supine position across the width of the bed.
"Damn it, Delores, I'm trying to tell you what you've got to do tomorrow! Now, you go into action after I've had my little ah, talk with him, and that should" His explanation trailed off as Delores kissed him warmly along the side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his bronze-colored chest. She nuzzled the rigid tips of his male nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth across one and then the other. Finally she let her mouth roam down across the girth of his well-muscled stomach. Slapsy Jim groaned at her expert ministrations, and involuntarily thrust his hips up toward her. She scratched his swollen cock lightly with her fingernails and over his testicles, reaching under his trembling body to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus....
"Jesus," Slapsy Jim continued weakly. "We ... We have to get ... get the timing ... the timing just right ... or ... "
Delores smiled wryly as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. And then, on all fours now, she hovered over his erect penis, her head slowly lowering and her wetly parted lips closing over it, enveloping his hardness in the soft warmth of her salivafilled mouth. He lifted his head, unable to break away from the wildly erotic sensation, and he was all the more aroused as he watched the naked young girl slowly suck his cock deep in between her ovaled lips.
"Go-wa, go-wa on-a," she mumbled around his pulsing thickness as she bobbed her face up and down in an oral simulation of a wetly clasping cunt. At the same time she twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of its blood-engorged head, causing shudder after shudder of wild delight to ripple through his abdomen.
"Uhhhhhh," the gangster panted. "You bitch! You're a goddamned bitch, baby, you . .
. you know I ... can't go on!" He gritted his teeth, willing himself to remain on the subject, but it was no use, the thread of his concentration broken. Damn it, she'd won again! Slapsy Jim thought fuzzily, capitulating to the prurient sensations of her experienced mouth and fingers. She always won, always got her way sexually, and she knew all the tricks in the book and some that hadn't been written yet. "Ahhh," he panted, "If I miss my appointment with Morrison...." Slapsy Jim lay back and shut his eyes and .pretended it was pretty Kathie or Sherry Dobson sucking his penis. Well, if he had his way, it soon would be one or both of those luscious untouched girls sawing up and down in eagerness. He'd shoot his cum deep into the throats of Harry Dobson's stepdaughters, after fucking them first and ripping away their innocence ... And they'd love it, he just knew they would once they got started!
"Suck me, Delores," he urged now. "Suck, suck, suck my prick!"
The brunette girl slaved above his loins, her voluptuous young body glistening with the fine sheen of perspiration. The pressure grew and grew in the gangster's testicles, and he arched his buttocks upward in an effort to ram his long hard cock all the way down her greedily sucking throat. His impatient load of semen boiled inside him, building like a crazy whirling dervish toward its moment of ejaculation. His scrotum tightened....
And thenSlapsy Jim Rule groaned as the first stream of white-hot fire leapt along the passage of his wildly jerking cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as his burgeoning penis pulsed and flooded Delores's gluttonously sucking mouth, the heated sperm bloating out her cheeks until she was forced to concentrate on swallowing rather than milking. And all the while the naked nineteen year old girl mewled and crooned and tickled his balls, and used her fingers to taunt his frantically puckering anus. With one last groan, Slapsy Jim emptied the last of his cum, and his penis started to deflate in the hot vacuum created by her soft wet mouth.
Delores kept on sucking, and then his cock slipped from between her lips, cleaned of every drop of his orgasm. Her belly felt warm and supremely filled, and she smiled like a contented feline after feeding itself to capacity. She lay with her head on his thigh, nibbling gently on the limp, useless penis in front of her, thinking about how to handle Harry Dobson tomorrow afternoon. She would do it with all the artistry and finesse of a first-class dramatic actresswhich in a sense, she was.
It would be like taking candy from a child.
CHAPTER FOUR
Harry Dobson walked out of the employees' entrance of the Culver Cast & Foundry Company, along with the other two hundred workers. The last whistle of the day had blown, and he was hot and sweaty from the constant heat pouring from the furnaces and hearths, as well as the excessive summer sun. He wanted to get home quickly and soak in a tub of tepid water, a six-pack of beer handy beside his elbow.
Speaking of beer, he thought to himself as he headed toward the parking lot, he was going to have to have a talk with those stepdaughters of his. He had a suspicion they were pinching his beer, the little sneak-thieves unaware just how carefully he had to gauge the amount he bought each week so that his paycheck would stretch between losing horses.
"Over here," a voice suddenly came from beside him. Dobson stopped, glancing to his right into a small, shadowed alcove where old castings were sometimes collected before being shipped to the slag heap. "Over here, Harry."
"What? Who's there?" he said sharply, not in a very good humor. He saw a figure of a man silhouetted in the dimness.
"A friend," the grating low voice said, and the dark image came closer, into the light.
Dobson recognized the hulking, oversized man now. It was Garth McHugh, a bouncer at one of Slapsy Jim Rule's downtown clip joints, and all-around muscle for the gangster. Dobson heard other footsteps beside him suddenly, and turned again, this time seeing Slapsy Jim and another henchman, a gigantic black who used to be a heavy-weight contender before his brains got scrambled in the ring, and who like Delores, only went by one name: Balshazar.
Slapsy Jim leaned against the brick wall beside Dobson glanced over his shoulder; the rest of the workers were gone now, down the street and hurrying to their cars. He was alone-except for these three.
"What is this?" Dobson asked sharply, knowing damned well what it was about.
"Well, Harry, I wanted a chance to talk to you," Slapsy Jim said smoothly.
"I ... I'll drop by Jack's Trap in an hour," Dobson said nervously. "Sure, lemme get home and put a clean shirt on, and-"
"No, I'm afraid it can't wait. You see, Harry, I've got a little problem I'm hoping you can help me solve."
Harry gnawed his lower lip. Here it comes, he thought.
"Yeah," Slapsy Jim said, looking like anything except a man with a problem, "it seems I'm up against some creditors who want some money I owe them. Things haven't been breaking too well for me lately, and so I have to raise some quick dough. So I thought I'd come around and see the guys who owe me. That's only natural, isn't it?"
"Look, Slapsy, you don't have to razzle-dazzle me. I know you're holding a few chits of mine, but honest, I'll pay off as soon as I can. You know me. You can trust me."
Slapsy Jim inspected his fingernails carefully. "It's not a matter of trust, Harry. If I didn't trust you, I'd never have given you credit in the first place."
"Slapsy," Dobson said thickly, "you'll get paid, but I can't do it now. I just can't make it until the end of the month."
"You pull down a good wage here, Harry."
"Sure, but I'm in hock to the pension fund, I've got two stepdaughters to support, and a mortgage on the house. Hell, I can't even sell the Ford to pay you off. It's not worth the equity I've got in it. After Sunday's third race, I'm cleaned out. Give me a little more time to make good."
Slapsy Jim Rule shook his head sadly. "Five hundred and fifty bucks, Harry. I need it, and I need it right now."
"Two weeks, that's all I'm asking! Two weeks."
"Harry, you know what happens to welchers?" The gangster's voice had the sound of rattlersof a quick and painful deathin it.
"I'm not welching!" Dobson was becoming scared now, the foundry deserted except for the main office way around the other side. "Tell me what you want and I'll bust my ass to do it-but I can't print money on toilet paper!"
"Sure, Harry, sure. Don't get excited. It's not good for your liver, is it, boys?"
"Naw," McHugh growled. "No good for da libber."
"Go down for de count dat way, fellah," Balshazar added.
"Harry, you've been a good customer of mine, nice and steady, the kind a guy hates to lose. I don't want us to be on bad terms over a little matter like money. So I'll tell you what I'll do for you, seeing as you're such a good customer and everything like that there. I'll make a deal with you. I'll buy back your paper, the entire five-fifty without even discounting it. I'll buy it backor maybe I should say, I'll trade you for it."
"Trade me? For what?"
Slapsy Jim brushed his fingernails casually across his two-hundred dollar suit lapel.
"For your daughters, Harry."
"For my what?"
"Your daughters, Kathie and Sherry. Or I guess they're stepdaughters, aren't they?
It's not as if you were their real father. I'll make it straight across the boardone night with them, for what you owe me."
Harry just stared at the gambler, almost too shocked to find words. "Are you serious? I'd never do such a rotten thing like that, handing them over for you to ... to ... "
"Fuck is the word, I believe," Slapsy Jim said casually. "Well, I don't know why not, Harry. I mean, much besides how deeply in debt you are to me, look at it from their point of view. They're itching for some sex, you aren't so dumb not to have noticed thathell, that's obvious even to me, and I'm not around them all the time the way you areand it'd probably be better if they were broken in by an experienced man instead of fooling around with some ape-shit teenagers who'd end up tearing their clothes off in some drive-in passion pit and knocking them up. Anyway, I'm just a tired old man now, and I wouldn't be able to do much to them. They'd probably wear me to a nubbin in fifteen minutes. That works out to be about forty bucks a minute, a little less actually, which sounds reasonable for virgins these days."
"A tired old man?" Harry exploded angrily. "Why you bastard, who're you putting on?
You can't be all that tired to be able to hang onto Deloreswhy the hell do you want to screw my two kids with her around to crack your nuts?"
Slapsy Jim shrugged noncommittally. "You know how it is, Harry. Variety is the spice of life and all that bullshit. Anyway, we're not talking about Delores. I'm making you an offer you can't refuse: set up your two girls and I wipe off your debt. That's all; I'll take my chances with them after you help set it up and leaveand I promise you, Harry, there won't be any rough stuff on my part. I like your stepdaughters, Harry, and all I want to do is show them how much I like them. Hell, they might just end up loving it for all you know."
Dobson's eyes narrowed and there was a mean line around the corners of his mouth. He would have loved to grab the slick gangster by his fancy lapels and hit him until he was punch-drunk as Balshazar, but he didn't dare. Mainly because Balshazar was there, and McHugh along with him. But then came the glimmer of temptation, a small insidious devil whispering in his mind that it would be a quick and easy way out of his mess with Slapsy Jim. What did he owe those two beer-stealing brats anyway? Not much, and he'd been supporting their lazy asses for eight expensive years now. And Slapsy Jim was right; they were acting awfully damned boy-crazy lately, twitching their young bods around town like they were hot to be laid.
Just set it up, that's all he would have to do ... If something backfired, it'd be Slapsy Jim who got in trouble, not him, because he wouldn't be around, would he? Yeah....
Shit, what was he thinking! Harry Dobson shook himself free of his salacious thoughts, angrier than ever for his momentary lapse. Snarling, he retorted: "Never, Slapsy! I don't care about what I owe you, I ain't trading my stepdaughters for no damned money! And especially to you!"
"Meaning you don't care if you make me angry?" Slapsy Jim asked with deceptive mildness.
"My kids aren't for sale!"
"I like bums with guts, Harry," the gangster said. "Don't I, McHugh?"
"Sure, Boss," McHugh said. He was grinning tightly.
"Show Harry how much I like bums with guts," Slapsy Jim said. "Show him how much I like bums who can't pay their bills and turn down my offers."
McHugh started shuffling further out of the alcove, his expression clearly stating he was going to adore showing Dobson how much his boss loved bums with guts.
Dobson looked wildly around, but Slapsy Jim Rule and his other fighter, Balshazar, were too close to avoid if he tried running for it.
The setting sun glinted off McHugh's right hand, and now Dobson realized that the man was wearing brass knuckles. He moved in closer, swinging at Dobson, but Dobson stepped back and easily avoided the punch, letting it pass harmlessly by his ear. Dobson waited until McHugh had extended his arm all the way, and then he stepped in against the thick-bodied bouncer and pasted him one on the jaw. McHugh stumbled backwards, hitting the brick wall of the alcove and lost his balance on some castings. His legs entangled, he went down on the dirty cement.
"Always were a sucker for that, McHugh," Slapsy Jim said calmly, as if one of his men hadn't been knocked to the ground. McHugh rubbed his jaw speculatively, his beady eyes blazing with fury, and then he slowly got to his feet.
"Pal, you is hash now," he threatened. Dobson chilled, figuring that between the three men he probably wasbut he wasn't giving them the pleasure on a silver platter. He started for McHugh again, hoping his best defense lay in a strong offense, thinking that perhaps if he moved quickly and powerfully enough, he might deck McHugh long enough to worry about Balshazar and Slapsy Jim.
The trouble was, Dobson forgot that Balshazar was to one side of him, almost standing behind his back. There was a sudden sharp blow, like a kick, in the small of his back, and Dobson was sent teetering forward off balance. He met McHugh who was starting to bring up a cocked fist from down around his ankles. The brass knuckles caught Dobson squarely, and he flopped on the ground, ears ringing, hearing the swish of a kicking shoe sail past his head. He scrambled to his feet and turned, eyes blurred, and saw McHugh coming at him again. He tried to throw up his arm and duck, but the fist landed a second time, hurting worse than before. Dobson went down again, and this time a heavy brogue smashed into his ribs. He groaned, feeling like puking on the spot, and then he was kicked again, and he almost lost consciousness. He heard the silky voice of Slapsy Jim as if from a great distance.
"Lay off, McHugh. Balshazar, help Harry to his feet."
The blows and kicks ceased, but Dobson was in too much pain to be quite sure of that for a few minutes. He moved a little of the grimy cement, and then the husky black grabbed him by his shoulders and lifted him up as easily as if he were a rag doll. He almost passed out again, but gritted his teeth, leaning against Balshazar because he was incapable of anything else.
"You hear me, Harry?"
"I ... hear you, Slapsy," Dobson said. His own voice sounded as if it were filtered through a tin can.
"You go home now, Harry and get a good night's sleep. Think over my suggestion, and see if you can't go along with my way of thinking. It would be a lot simpler for all of us."
Fuck you, Slapsy, Dobson wanted to shout, but he didn't, knowing what would happen if he did, and not having the wind to form the words even if he could have said it. Balshazar sent him stumbling on his way, down the long sidewalk in the direction of his car, and Dobson lurched forward only half aware of what he was doing. He reached the Ford, fumbled with the door handle, and then sunk in the driver's seat gratefully. He sat there a long time, regaining his strength.
After awhile, he started the car, then paused to unbutton his shirt. He examined his ribs, seeing that the skin was discoloring already and it hurt when he touched them.
His face felt puffy and when he glanced in the rear view mirror, he saw he had the beginnings of a black eye. He was going to be a real sweetheart for the next few days.
The drive home was slow and unsteady, his eyes still not focusing too well yet, but the fresh air billowing through the open windows helped revive him. He lit a cigarette and thought about his two stepdaughters, and how if they weren't so damned sexy looking, he wouldn't have found himself at Slapsy Jim's mercy. He was beginning to suspect that the gambler had deliberately sucked him into debt, just so the pressure could be applied. Again came the alluring thought: why not? The two girls were going to spread their legs one of these days soon anyway, and if they were going to give it away free, they might as well help their stepfather out of a jam. They owed him that much for all the years of free room and board, and the snotty talk he'd often had to take from them. But they didn't have to know about it ... nobody had to know about it other than Slapsy Jim and himself. And as far as he was concerned, there was a better than even chance that the fifteen year old twins wouldn't want to play Slapsy Jim's games, and guaranteed results hadn't been part of the deal, Slapsy Jim had made that clear. In fact, they might even blow the whistle on him for trying to squirrel around with them, and there'd Slapsy Jim be, up for statutory rape!
Harry Dobson chuckled at the idea of the gangster being arrested. Hell, it might be worth it just to set it up to see if that would happen!
He pulled into the driveway of his frame house and walked gingerly from his car up to the porch and into the living room. Every step hurt. The lights were on, but his stepdaughters were seemingly not around, though somebody else was, and she brightened up the room better than all the lamps on combined.
Delores was lying on her stomach on the couch, her feet up in the air and her chin cupped in her hands. She was humming to herself, and on the coffee table was a nearly full bottle of scotch whiskey and two glasses. One of the glasses had a jigger of scotch in it and a lipstick imprint on its rim; the other glass was empty and seemed to be waiting. Waiting for him the way she was....
The brunette girl heard Dobson enter and rolled over on her side to smile up at him.
"Hello there, Harry. I've been expecting you."
Dobson just stood there, blinking with surprise. First Slapsy Jim had popped up out of nowhere, and now his girlfriend was lounging in his house as if she owned it!
Christ, what was going on? "How did you get in?" he blurted.
"The door," she said, waving at it. "It was unlocked. Come on over and share my bottle for a little drinky-poo with me, huh?"
Dobson watched, his jaw unhinged, as she sensually sat up and tilted forward to pour a healthy dollop of scotch into the empty glass. She held it out to him invitingly, adding, "You look like you could use one, you know that? What happened to your face?"
"I ran into your Old Man, Delores. Did he send you over here?"
"Slapsy? Don't be silly. I'm here because he isn't ... and he doesn't know where I am." She patted the couch cushion next to her with her other hand. "Sit down, Harry.
I won't bite youmuch!"
Dobson stumbled forward a step and took the glass, still dazed and confused by this strange twist of fate. He tilted the glass and let the drink pour down his throat until he could feel the alcohol burn his stomach. Delores was right about one thing at least: the drink helped. He moved another step and sat down on the couch, not quite as close to Delores as she evidently wanted, but not exactly clinging to the arm-rest either. He stared at her, blinking, holding his glass steady while she poured another, still larger amount of scotch into it.
"You've been fighting, Harry," she said, her eyes abnormally round. "I just adore men who fight. Were you fighting Slapsy over me?"
"No," he answered thickly, sipping the scotch. "Listen, are you sure he-"
"Oh, stop being so suspicious, Harry!" Delores protested, pouting prettily. "Slapsy did not send me here, if that's what you're thinking." And in her own mind, Delores was telling herself that she was speaking the truth. Slapsy had not sent her here to Harry's house, and he'd probably have kittens if he knew!
"But ... But where are the kids?"
"You mean your stepdaughters?" Again Delores waved her hand as if the matter was self-explanatory. "Oh, they're out with two boys on a date. I saw them downtown," she said airily, not adding that she was the one who'd arranged for two young men to suddenly run across Sherry and Kathie and talk them into going out that night.
Delores thought her whole plan was much smarter than Slapsy's idea to "accidentally" meet Harry somewhere else and take him to her apartment. After all, Harry would more than likely go home after work, wouldn't he? Especially since he didn't have any money. And if he didn't, he could have been in any number of bars, and she wasn't about to traipse all over the town searching for him in every dive and bistro.
No, it made much more sense to waylay him before he changed and went outif he was going to at alland that meant getting the girls out of the house for a few hours.
Considering the number of boys around her own age whom she knew, Delores had no trouble finding a couple of handsome studs to do it as a favor, even though they'd complained when she insisted they couldn't try loving up the twins. It would be a fine pickle if Slapsy discovered his two "virgins" had been soundly fucked the night before!
"But ... But I didn't give them permission to go out tonight!" Dobson complained, more bewildered now than ever.
Delores' smile was full and captivating. "Girls are growing up much faster these days, Harry. Times have changed, and it's nothing for girls their age to be out on their own. I mean, look at me!" she giggled. "I'm only a little bit older than they are, and I can take care of myself very well."
You can say that again! Harry thought, looking at her and taking a large swallow of scotch. Well, if Kathie and Sherry were out fooling aroundand he doubted that Delores would make an appearance here unless she knew for sure that they werehe guessed it just went to show that Slapsy Jim had a point. The twins were fair game despite their tender years. Jesus, girls hadn't been that freewheeling when he'd been a kiddamnit!
"They won't be home for hours," Delores said. "So relax, Harry, relax and entertain me. I don't get much chance to be out by myself, you know. Slapsy watches me like a hawk."
She sidled closer to him, bending one curvaceous leg up to prop beneath her buttocks on the couch. As usual, she was wearing short-shorts, and the way she was perched now, the material of her shorts tightened into the sharply defined slit between her thighs, making the folds of her inviting little cunt stand out in bas-relief.
She leaned forward again to refill both glasses, and Harry noted that today the girl was wearing a blouse which was knotted beneath her magnificent breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and that the top two buttons were open so that he could see the firm tanned mounds of her breasts, with just the hint of the onyx hardness of her vibrant nipples.
Harry gripped his glass tighter, feeling unnerved by the display of her charms, her too-young charms, but he was unable to take his eyes off the provocative swell of her breasts and pussy any more than he had been able to yesterday down at Slapsy Jim's horse parlor. His cock spasmed one time, and thenincredibly-again, and quickly he took a long, deep pull at the scotch, letting the liquor cool his growing interest.
Jesus, he was in enough hot water with Slapsy as it was! He couldn't go screwing around with Delores on top of everything else! That could be tantamount to suicide!
Ah ... but what a way to go! Harry tried to stifle his rising excitement, but in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that the dark-haired girl was more than he could ignore. She exuded pure animal lust like some kind of musky perfume that encompassed her as she walked and talked and smiled. He was filled increasingly with the fearful desire to suddenly reach out and grab her, throw her down on the couch and tear her clothes off and fuck her caveman style. To hell with Slapsy Jim!
To hell with himand it might just pay the bastard back a little for having had him beaten up!
Harry felt his rapidly growing cock jerking more, strongly than ever now as he contemplated the erotic notions. He tried to will his penis limp, but it insistently grew rigid and bloated with sex-heated blood as his lewd ideas swirled through his mind.
No ... No ... you don't dare hang the horns on a man like Slapsy Jim ... He'd kill you just as soon as look at you if he ever found out, and he probably would find out, even if Delores swore she wouldn't tell him. Think of something else ... anything else except how fine Delores' rich ruby twat would feel sliding wetly along my prick . .
. But Harry had taken too much scotch too soon after the emotional and physical impact of his fight, and it seemed the more he wanted to deny his desires, the more they throbbed insistently in his loins.
Shaken to the core now, the older man drained his glass and reached for the bottle, his faltering hand almost upsetting it. "H-Here, Delores, let me freshen your drink," he said, pouring. But the neck of the bottle rattled slightly against the lip of her glass as he noticed that her eyes weren't on her drink, but at the noticeable bulge in his pants! And the girl was smiling with wet, half-parted lips and fervid eyes, as if she were excited by his agonizing hard-on! "S-say when, Delores," he stammered.
"That's fine, Harry," she purred, and then huskily, throatily, she added: "My, you must be having some terrible thoughts to have that happen."
"W-what? What do you mean?"
"You can't fool me, Harry," she whispered. "You've got a hard-on, don't you? Your pecker is about ready to burst, isn't it?"
Harry's breath quickened at her licentious remarks.
"You've got a nice big hard-on because you want to fuck me, don't you?" she continued. "That's right, isn't it? You want to fuck me ... You've wanted to fuck me for a long time, haven't you?" She touched his knee as she had the day before, and her fingers seemed to sear through the cloth of his pants. "Well, Harry?" And then she slid her hand higher, until she was actually touching the throbbing bulge between his legs!
Harry almost dropped his drink from the convulsive reaction to her touch. "L-look, Delores, you don't know what you're starting! Jesus! You're Slapsy's girl, not mine ... "
"I know," the girl breathed, still stroking his sensitive penis, encased though it was.
"And I'm tired of him, Harry. I think he's getting tired of me, too, all the time talking about those stepdaughters of yours and how much he wants them instead. So I figure what's sauce for the gander is sauce for his goose; I have the same drives, the same interest in having a good time, so why shouldn't I enjoy Step-Daddy if he's going to enjoy the girls? And don't you want to fuck me, Harry? Don't you?"
My God, this broad is going to drive me wild! Slapsy Jim must be out of his mind to give her up for Kathie and Sherry! "But-but the twins will never agree to having Slapsy Jim around, Delores!" Harry gasped. It was the last of his defenses, and he knew it, and he also knew it was a fight he desperately wanted to lose! Chreeeist, who wouldn't want to fuck this beautiful little bitch? Yet how could he argue that Slapsy Jim shouldn't try for his stepdaughters if he, Harry, took Delores? Oh God, it was enough to make his head spin! He had to stop this!
"My kids won't let him fool around with them!" he panted, but his words sounded hollow and meaningless even to his own ears. Her erotic closeness and the sudden alcohol on top of his beating was arousing him to a place where he couldn't say no.
The carnal vision of Kathie and Sherry crying out tormentedly under the long thick penis of Slapsy Jim, their anguished pleas for mercy that would go unheard while the gangster robbed each tight little body of its precious innocencethis mental picture still tormented him. But Christ, he wanted Delores, and if offering his stepdaughters on the chance they'd get laid would be payment to bang this voluptuous chick beside him, the price was almost worth it!
And then he stiffened, his mind screaming that Delores was offering herself to him without a price tag! Yeah ... she was only trying to get back at Slapsy Jim, probably jealous of the kids because her man was mooning over them instead of her. But no .
. not ... there had to be more to this! He glanced suspiciously at Delores as she crooned beside him, wondering what was really going on in back of her pretty little head. It could be a trap ... but how? Why? Shit, and even if it weren't, Slapsy Jim would crucify him if he screwed around with Delores! No, damnit, no, I can't do it ...!
He jumped from the couch, standing with his back to the dark-haired girl, staring at the front Window and wondering vaguely if Slapsy Jim and his boys were lurking out there somewhere, ready to come pouncing through the door to catch him in the act.
His heart was hammering in his chest and he was all too aware that his eagerly pounding cock was still concrete-hard in his pants, still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find away to get Delores to leave before something happened....
Her sultry voice whispered behind him. "Oh, Harryyy...." He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged.
She stood in front of the couch, completely naked.
She had untied her blouse, unbuttoning the few remaining buttons and letting it drift to the carpet. Then she had quickly unzipped her brief shorts and shrugged them off in one fast movement, and since she was wearing neither brassiere nor panties, there were only her sandals to remove before she could call to him. She stood now with her legs spread lewdly apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, and her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling at his shocked expression, her teeth bared and the pink, wet tip of her tongue showing.
The moist, petal-like lips of her nakedly displayed vagina were presented in all their pink-tinged glory and the soft light of the living room splashed across the perfectly round, firmly molded breasts which jutted from her young body like succulent ripe fruit ready to be eaten.
"Well, Harry? You still don't want me...?"
He couldn't speak, only stare at her wanton poseand his cock was pulsating maddeningly in his trousers. He was transfixed, captured totally by the fascinating allure of this purely sex-oriented girl before him, and the lustful eagerness with which she was presenting her naked voluptuousness to him.
Delores slid her fingers slowly, teasingly, down over her flaring hips, her hand grazing her soft resilient pubic hair and the wetly glistening slit up between her thighs. She began to stroke the coral-hued wet flesh of her vaginal crevice, baring her hardened little clitoris and delectable pussy for his benefit as rivulets of her sexually aroused lubrications dampen her quivering inner thighs.
"I want you to fuck me, Harry," she crooned in cadence to her rubbing fingers. "I want you to shove that big wonderful cock I know you have up in my twat until I scream ... I want to milk your balls of all that delicious cum and feel you spurting it deep up inside my belly, and I want to...." On and on she intoned and her words of perverted obscenities made Harry more frenzied than ever. Her fingers fucking in and out of her own wetly gaping cunt excited him to a peak he'd never experienced before in his life!
She trembled and her eyes clenched shut, and hot breath hissed through her tightly pursed lips. "Ohhhhhhh, how can you stand there and not want me, Harry! What more do I have to do? Please ... Please tell me you want to fuck me ... Please...." Her last appeal, couched a phony little girl's voice, drove Dobson frantic. Somehow this little bitch and her crooned obscenities, was far more erotic to him than any woman he had met in years. He did not realize that he was the victim of a finelytuned act on her part, learned over the years in the Juarez cat-house to cloud men's mind so that they could not see her for what she wasa whore. She played on his emotions as if they were harp-strings, and finally Harry could no longer contain himself. He couldn't have cared less now if Slapsy Jim were standing out on the porch with a submachine-gun crew; he was willing to take any chance if it meant sliding his painfully excited cock into Delores's hot little cunt. He wasn't even thinking of Slapsy Jim at all anymore as he groaned, "Oh God! Yes ... Yes! I want to fuck you."
"How!" she cried back at him. "Tell me how, Harry!"
"Deep! Deep and hard like you've never been fucked before!"
"Oh, Harry!" she sighed. "Let's go to your bedroom and get your clothes off before I die!"
Dobson grabbed her other hand and mutely, almost blindly, led her up the stairs and down the hall to his room, his mind and body afire with consuming passion. He took her to the large double bed, where she immediately lay down with her fine, slender legs wide apart. "Get naked, Harry," she whispered encouragingly up at him. "I want to see that big pecker of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me what you're going to fuck me hard and deep with, Harry, show me!"
With mindless, numbed fingers, Dobson undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, and tore off his undershorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raging shaft of manhood standing out from his hirsute loins.
Ah, and just yesterday he was beating off while dreaming this was happening! Christ, he still couldn't quite believe it truly was now, right now, happening to him!
He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her sensuously squirming body over him with his arms, and moved one hand down to cup one smooth, rounded asscheek. Her naked young body was warm and eager against him, and as she raised her face to his and they kissed, their lips locked tightly together. Almost immediately, her hand searched down between their bellies to close around his rigidly swollen penis, making Harry gasp with delight. Delores crushed the entire length of her soft, satin-textured flesh against him, and her sensuous lips were yielding and yet at the same time demanding as she ground her hair-lined pussy into him until spasmodic chills were racing up and down his spine.
The nineteen year old girl's hand guided Harry's huge throbbing cock between the lips of her desire-moistened vagina while he undulated his loins against her thighs in lustful urgency. She moved his hotly pulsating hardness along the pink valley of her cunt, parting her sparse pussy-hair with his blunt-tipped head, squeezing his sensitive shaft until it ached excruciatingly.
He couldn't hold back any longer! He'd been teased to the limit of his admittedly weak endurance. Now he flicked his hips forward and with one cruel thrust drove his long thick penis into her wetly gaping pussy. They both groaned in lewd pleasure as his rock-hard shaft of male flesh raced up into her cunt, sinking into the full depth of her quivering belly. Her twitching vaginal walls were warm and tight around his rigid member as he fucked in and out of her wetly clasping pussy with powerful surges.
He could feel his testicles bouncing off the rounded cheeks of her buttocks with each body-jolting thrust he made into her steaming little cunt.
"Oh, Harrryyyyyyy...! Oh, you feel better than I thought!" Delores moaned, then smashed her lips against him and ground her tautly rippling belly up against his abdomen. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their path, and he in turn pushed his hands back and cupped her softly resilient ass-cheeks in his palms and pulled her open vaginal slit still wider for his pistoning cock. He moved harder and faster, insinuating his throbbing manhood up inside her tautly filled cunt to its total length, sensing her increasing passion and voluntary response with each passing second. Her hips and thighs rotated desperately against his naked loins while she raised her long lithe legs and locked them tightly around his body, her calves pulling him inside her still more.
Harry Dobson was a wild, untamed beast, experiencing physical sex in its most basic form with this completely immoral and salacious young girl. His body strove to superhuman efforts as he worked to bring the both of them to magical crests of orgasm, grinding his pelvis into the squirming mass of moistly heated flesh as Delores strained back, arching herself inches off the squeaking bed in an effort to get more and more of his penis deeper and deeper up inside her cunt. The naked brunette moaned incoherently beneath his pounding cock, chanting the obscene song of intercourse as old as time itself as her legs opened and closed convulsively around his pumping thighs, her mouth gaping open, her long dark hair flailing from side to side. Nobody ever accused Delores of not enjoying her work!
"Oh God yes! Yes! Make me scream, Harry! Shove your finger in my ass! Do it! Do it!
I love it in the ass! Make me scream!"
Harry reached between her rhythmically pumping ass-cheeks as he pistoned his cock into the wet heat of her smoothly clasping vagina. He stretched the crevice of her buttocks wider, searching for the tiny rosebud ring of her anus with his middle finger. He found itand a small trickle of warm moisture running from the clinging warm sheath of her fleshy vagina lubricated the sphincter muscle, making his probing easier. He pushed against the naked young girl's tightly puckering anus, feeling it resist elastically for a moment before the nether ring popped open and his finger sank in deep up to its first joint. Delores jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed from the sudden impalement.
"Ahhhhhh! It hurts! Yes! More, more! Ohhhhh, it feels so fucking good!" She screwed her wildly churning buttocks back on his finger in spite of the painor perhaps because of ituntil his palm was flat against her fleshy ass-cheeks. He rotated his outstretched finger inside the hot buttery depths of her rectum, and could feel through the thin membrane separating her two back passages, the underside of his pumping cock as he fucked in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. She opened her legs still wider to give him greater access to her ravished vagina and anus, mewling and begging for more all the while.
Harry could feel his lust-swollen penis expand inside her belly until he was sure his insanely throbbing organ was going to explode from the exquisite pleasure. He began fucking her with even longer, harder strokings, his finger skewering her rectum to excite her still more fervently, and he could tell that she was near her orgasm as she gripped him tightly and gurgled deep in her throat from her abandoned spiraling to climax.
Jesus, how she goes! he thought crazily to himself. She's like racing a Porsche when most women are Rambler station-wagons! Delores had to be the most incredible piece of ass he'd ever dipped his cock into, and he swore to himself as he felt his balls billowing with sperm, that this would not be the last time he fucked her! Oh Christ, he didn't care about his twin stepdaughters; he didn't care about Slapsy Jim's threats; he didn't care a hot damnation about anything except the lithely beautiful girl humping for her orgasm under him! His roiling cum was surging in his scrotum, begging for release, and he had to have her again after this no matter what the cost...! Yes! Yes! He had to ...!
"I ... I'm there, Harry! Oh fuck, I'm cumminnnggggg!" Delores coughed suddenly, and mumbled incoherently until the sounds bubbling from her mouth were a mass of unintelligible syllables whose meaning was only known to herself. A low banshee wail pierced through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping sweatily together, the young girl's nostrils flaring intently. Then she pulled back her thighs until the whole of her pink, cock-stretched little cunt was presented to Harry to batter and crush as he willed, while her stomach and breasts jerked and heaved against his belly and chest.
Harry felt the warm, gushing slickness of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered brutally down against her. She locked herself up on his pole-like penis with all the power of her hips and thighs, her loins spasming convulsively against his belly. And then the great, swirling heat which had been building in his sperm-laden testicles became unbearable, and he groaned again and again, the hot thick splurge of semen beginning its frantic rush up along the tube on the underside of his cock. He began to spew stream after stream into her sucking young cunt in seemingly unending bursts, emptying his jism deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her frantically milking cunt. He moaned his last final spurt an eternity later, and then his thickened cock began to deflate. Slowly he withdrew it from her wetly clasping pussy and his finger from her stretched rectal opening. Both finger and penis came out with soft popping sounds, his cock trailing thin gossamerlike threads of semen along her rippling belly as he rolled over beside her, his breath wheezing like a locomotive about to run out of steam.
A long moment passed, and then Delores said quietly: "That was lovely, Harry. It really was. Even Slapsy doesn't fuck me that good."
Harry didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He had satisfied a truly sensual bitch after having lusted for her since the moment he first laid eyes on her voluptuous nineteen year old body. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering for his masculine ego. He felt the young girl stirring again, and then she was kneeling beside him, smiling down with wicked promise of more times to come.
She said softly: "I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed, Harry. I can and you know I can; don't let the fact I'm only nineteen fool you into thinking I can't. But ... do you really want me to?"
Dobson ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry as a tremor coursed through his loins. Jesus, he wasn't fooled by her age. It was obvious she hadn't been a virgin since the doctor slapped her at birth, and he bet she had been training for sex ever since, morning, noon, and especially night. "Yeah...." he croaked eagerly.
"Teach me, kid! Teach me now!"
"Oh, I can't teach you now, Harry!" Delores giggled hopping off the bed. She stood with her hands on her hips, head tilted saucily to one side, her eyes twinkling merrily.
"Your stepdaughters could come home any minute-"
"They won't! They won't!"
"and besides, I have to get back to Slapsy before he starts missing me. We'll have to put it off until another time. I'm awfully sorry, Harry, but you've got to understand."
"Ohhh," Dobson groaned, the sound coming out like the death rattle of a very old man. "But when, Delores? When can I see you again? Jesus, it's got to be soon!"
Delores put on an expression of concentration, which wasn't very deep at the best of times, and placed a finger against her chin. "Well, let me see. I think it makes a difference where as well as when, Harry. I mean, it isn't too safe here in this house because Kathie and Sherry are usually around."
"But sometimes they go on dates!" Dobson said. 'Then I'm home all alone!"
"Yes, but when, Harry? It was just an accident we were able to be together today, and I can't just come over any old time on short notice. In fact, it's hard for me to get out at all without Slapsy along, and I don't suppose you want that."
Harry groaned again and threw his arm over his eyes, shivering violently as he considered the tortures Slapsy Jim would subject him to, totally unaware of the true situation between Delores and her keeper. The shrewd young brunette was counting on his ignorance, so he wouldn't know about how easily she could come and go and sleep with whomever she desired-or Slapsy wanted. She gazed down at the naked, muscular man she'd just been fucked by, and a little tingle of anticipation quivered up between her legs. Harry had been good, she hadn't been lying about that ... and she did want him again. Too bad Harry wasn't rich and smart, so he instead of Slapsy could keep her in the style to which she'd become accustomed!
"NO, I'd say our best bet is to come to my apartment when Slapsy is sure not to be there," Delores went on. "The problem, of course, is to make sure he won't be there."
"He's got business at night, doesn't he?"
"Sometimes ... but you never can tell about how long that will last. I couldn't take a chance on his business nights."
"Well ... what about other times?"
"You mean other girls?" Delores laughed delightedly. "With me to keep him happy, he doesn't have the poop to bother about other girls. Except maybe your stepdaughters, that is. He sure is interested in them, Harry, and if he were here...." Delores paused, allowing the nugget of new temptation, Jo slowly filter through Harry's anguished mind. As it indeed did ... If Slapsy Jim were here with Kathie and Sherry ... The concept burned through Harry Dobson's trembling brain, the sequence of possibilities snapping into place one after another. If he, Harry, set it up the way Slapsy Jim wanted, then Slapsy Jim would be here all evening trying to lay the girls ... And if Slapsy Jim were here, part of the deal was that Harry wouldn't be ... And if Harry couldn't be here, he had to be someplace else ... And what better place to be than between the widespread thighs of this hot little bitch, up at her place...? Dobson suddenly sat up, his eyes wide. Could he? Could he really go through with it? Kathie and Sherry ... His stepdaughters' names echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make the guilt and shame come; but the viriley aroused man fought the emotions away with ease. He stared longingly at Delores, feeling the warm heat of her naked young body, and smelling the musk of her passion and the permeating odor of their consummated love-making. Could he make the trade just to have another crack at her supremely fuckable body? And get out of debt at the same time? He shuddered. Once the decision was made, everything else fell into place!
"Listen," he babbled, crawling toward her across the bed. "I've got an idea. Slapsy wants my stepdaughters, and that's why we had the ah, misunderstanding this afternoon. He propositioned me about them. So let's let him try, Delores."
The girl feigned a look of incomprehension. "I don't see ... "
"Sure! It's simple! Slapsy Jim is phoning me tomorrow to see if I'll let him. So I'll tell him I changed my mind and will help set things up tomorrow night, and I will! When things get going and he wants to be left on his own, I'll leave and come over to your apartment!"
Delores openly giggled now. "Oh, I like that! He thinks he'll be putting one over on mebut I'll be getting back at him all the same! Tit for tat! Yes, let's do it!"
"Tomorrow," Harry said huskily, almost dreaming of it now. "Tomorrow night you can teach me everything!"
"I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it grows hard in my mouth, Harry," she promised earnestly. "Then I'll suck you off for awhile. Would you like that, Harry?"
"Yes ... oh yes!"
"After that, we'll take a towel and go out on the roof patio where nobody can see us.
We'll sixty-nine under the open sky. Won't that be fun?"
"Stop! Christ, I can't take anymore!" Harry pleaded-passionately. "I'm getting a hardon again. Come here, Delores, just for a quicky!"
"Silly!" Delores giggled. "You know we can't risk it. I have to get dressed now! Where did I leave my clothes? Oh, I remember, downstairs." She pranced in lithe nakedness over to the door, and then turned to say goodbye. "You don't have to see me out, Harry, I can find the way. It sure was a pleasant way to spend the afternoon, and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night. That is, if you set Slapsy up with your stepdaughters."
"I will! Oh, I promise I will!" Harry groaned fighting, an almost irresistible urge to leap out of bed and tackle her. "I will if I have to tie those brats spread-eagled and naked to the bedposts for him! I'll be at your apartment just as soon as lean!"
"I'll be waiting with bells on, Harry!" The naked young girl said lightly, and then with a wave of her hand and a wiggle of her luscious buttocks, she was gone.
Harry slumped feverishly down on the bed, hearing her bare feet tripping down the steps while she hummed to herself again. Oh God, oh God, if he didn't have the hots for that broad worse than ever! Fucking her once was like eating a single potato chipit couldn't be left just there! Damn, lying here with another erection even more huge and pulsing than the last one was driving him mad! It was enough to make a grown man cry with frustration ...!
CHAPTER FIVE
Slapsy Jim Rule, for all his aching desire to delve into the tight little cunts of Kathie and Sherry Dobson, knew that to suddenly hit the twins with his lewd proposals would sour an otherwise wonderful setup. He had learned the secret of timing, of how to mix sugar and vinegar so as to get what he wantedas witnessed by Harry's abrupt reversal and his agreement to help him tonight. He'd learned well the lessons of how to trick an unwilling little bed-partner not only into bed, but into becoming a seething, hungrily demanding partner as well. And tonight he was going to have his finest hour! He was going to attempt to conquer not one, but two lovely nymph virgins, both at the same time!
But the gangster was having a difficult time controlling his turgid cock from leaping into full erection just at the sight of the fifteen year old twins, for they were as delicate as heather mist to him, the way they half-lidded their eyes and sensuously cast them downwards when he talked to them. They were dressed alike this evening, the only way he could tell the difference between them being that Kathie had her golden hair down and Sherry had hers tied with a ribbon in a ponytail. But the attire combined wasn't sufficient to clothe a modest teenager of his generation, their taut young breasts barely concealed in open-throated mini-dresses and see-through brassieres.
The dresses were fashioned to look like men's shirts without sleeves, their long "tails" barely covering their tight round buttocks as they sat on either side of him on the long living room couch. When they weren't careful, Slapsy Jim could catch glimpses of their panty-covered pubic mounds, the thin white nylon tucking provocatively into the crevices of their vaginal slits and leaving most of their thighs and hips completely naked.
Just looking at them, the conscienceless gangster longed to tear his own clothes off and thrust his hard, throbbing penis into their narrow, teasing pussies, one after another, all night long. But he knew this was not the moment, even if their stepfather Harry weren't still in the room with them, sitting in an armchair all pale and nervous as if expecting a baby. No, before the physical conquest of their tender nubile flesh, there had to come a stage of mental submission, a lessening of the barriers they automatically erected toward adults. But when that spirit of softness was reached....
Ahhhhhh!
"I'm so glad you asked me to stay," Slapsy Jim purred over the coffee table at Harry Dobson. "Y'know, a guy like me doesn't get too much of a chance to have a homecooked meal and then sit around in a nice family atmosphere."
"Glad to have you," Harry responded hollowly. "Yes, as I told the girls earlier, we don't get much chance to entertain, and I wanted them to really show what fine young ladies they are for you."
"We know what good friends you and Daddy are," Sherry said politely.
"Well, I hope we'll become just as good friends, my dear," Slapsy Jim said warmly, "I'd like that."
"But we don't play the horses," Kathie giggled.
"Oh-ho! Did you hear that, Harry?" Slapsy Jim chuckled good-naturedly. "They must think terrible things of me now!"
"No, no! I'm sure they don't," Harry answered quickly. But secretly, in his heart, he prayed that they did think terrible things of Slapsy Jim and wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him. The whole evening was getting out of hand, he thought, and he wasn't sure he could bring himself to go when Slapsy Jim finally gave him the high-sign to leave them alone. A despairing urge to stay and watch his stepdaughters' helpless defilements gripped him with revulsion ... but then the image of the sensuously naked Delores waiting for him flashed through his mind. He picked up his drink and gulped its contents quickly down, trying to dismiss the ambivalent chills that raced through his tormented brain, and he reached for another cigarette even before the last one was stubbed out in the over-full ashtray on the table beside him.
But the torturing horns of his dilemma continued to pester his mind. All he had to do was look at the smugly grinning gambler between his two stepdaughters, and he'd conjure up the image of Slapsy Jim naked, this thick long cock and heavy testicles swaying as he violated the quivering unclothed bodies of Kathie and Sherry ... and then his mind would distort in his mental eye the vision of Delores, taut-breasted and desire-hot, her dark pubic hair a fleecy moist blanket around her pink fleshy cunt and soft-skinned inner thighs.
God, I must be sick ... I can't allow this to happen ... I must stop Slapsy Jim and myself ... I mustbut how? Nothing actually wrong or perverted had taken place yet, and in fact, the evening had been going along very smoothly and pleasantly. That's what made it seem to Harry that it had already gone too far ... the fact that everything had been going along like well-oiled clockwork, just as Slapsy Jim had boastfully prophesied it would. What could he do? Throw Slapsy Jim out? That wouldn't solve anything but only delay matters and probably make them worse. To go to the cops would mean he would have to admit his own wretched part in the affair, and then everybody would know what kind of corrupting stepfather he'd allowed himself to become. Everybodyincluding the twins. Kathie and Sherry would be repulsed, brand him as a pervert and rightly so; he would be like so much shit to their eyes.
And they could even leave him if they weren't taken away by the authorities first.
No, Harry was trapped and he knew it. Once he'd agreed to allow Slapsy Jim his try, he'd gone too far. He'd started the wheels in motion, and now there wasn't a thing he could do other than go along for the ride with everybody else and hope they all didn't crash in some terrible disaster. He really couldn't be blamed for it, not with the dual pressures of his debts and Delores, and Slapsy Jim certainly was handling everything with a sureness and deftness that all but guaranteed his own safety. The gangster had planned his strategy with a care for the details, almost as if it were a major war campaign.
The supper, for instance, had been a stroke of genius. Harry would have never thought about the differences a menu could make, but Slapsy Jim had, and had told Harry what to "suggest" to the girls to prepare. It was Mexican food, easily cooked and fun for them to do, so that part was greeted with enthusiasm. And all the salt and spices and hot peppers that went with the recipes caused one hell of a thirst. So Slapsy Jim, who just happened to have brought along an assortment of expensive hard liquor, had mixed up a nice batch of Mexican sangria spiked with vodka to drink along with the food.
Leave it to inexperienced teenagers like Kathie and Sherry to guzzle the sangria as it if were an inoffensive sweet wine. The chilled red liquor went down so smoothly ... and they never caught the other tastes the base of red wine hidthe Cointreau, the regular and apricot brandies, the vodka, a little bit of lemon-lime fizz to get it into their bloodstreams faster....
... And then the dishes and pots were stacked in the kitchen sink, and everybody had lazily grouped in the living room digesting the meal. The sangria pitcher had long since been depleted, and again Slapsy Jim had taken affairs in hand and announced he'd concoct his own special after-dinner drink. He'd once been a bartender, he told them, and knew all about the specialties to perk up an evening. Kathie and Sherry were both thrilled by having sophisticated mixed drinks and cocktails in the house instead of cheap beer and were more than happy to show him where the glasses and a clean pitcher was and help break out more ice from the refrigerator. Slapsy Jim failed to tell them, however, that his after-dinner drink used 151 proof purple rum, a rum of high potency and known for its aphrodisiac qualities. He masked its heavy alcohol taste liberally with a tangy, Bacardi-like flavoring, so that the final product hit like a mailed fist hidden in a velvet glove....
... Now one round of his refreshing drinks had been served, and Slapsy Jim was pleased to see that Harry had not only finished an extra glass but was now reaching for another refill. Good ... the drunker Harry got, the less trouble he might cause to disrupt the evening. "Harry," he said as he topped everybody's glass from the large iced pitcher he held, "Harry, not only do you have two beautiful stepdaughters, but they's very good cooks as well."
Sherry blushed. "Thank you," she said, lowering her eyes.
"You sure is a lucky man, Harry," Slapsy Jim continued, favoring the two teenagers with a profligate smile, his eyes traveling the full width and breadth of their alabaster bodies. "Aren't you?"
"Y-Yeah," Harry swallowed, still nervous and afraid.
"You ARE lucky," Kathie said, correcting Slapsy Jim's grammar, emboldened by the amount of liquor she'd consumed.
"Kathie's going to be an English teacher," Sherry explained.
"I'd say she's one already," Slapsy Jim laughed. "Good for you, Kathie. You might help your stepfather and me stop being so ignorant. Here, drink up and have some more."
"Well, I don't know ... "
"Sure! It's very light. You can tell that because there's hardly any taste of alcohol in it, and besides, it's not as if you were out drinking someplace. You're in your own home, and I think you two are getting quite grown up enough to learn what liquor is all about, right, Harry?"
"Sure, sure. Anything you say, Slapsy Jim."
Kathie picked up her glass, proud that somebody as important as Slapsy Jim Rule thought she was almost a woman. The drink he'd mixed was tart, and it was true she could hardly detect any liquor in it, and it was really very tasty. She had been a little hesitant because she didn't care for the taste of hard liquor much, and she'd had so much to drink at supper, but she was glad she wouldn't have to pretend to like his specialty.
"Go ahead, Sherry," she urged her twin sister. "Drink along with me. We won't have another chance like this."
"You can say that again," their stepfather commented. "After tonight, it's back to beer around here."
Both girls blinked, realizing that he had discovered their filching of his beer, but he didn't seem to be angry about it, so they looked at each other and giggled. "It is very delicious," Sherry complimented. "I like it a lot, Mr. Rule."
"Ah, I thought it might appeal to you, my dears," Slapsy Jim said suavely, and then added, "But please, call me Slapsy."
"All right, Mr.I mean, Slapsy," Sherry said.
"Gee, if you don't mind my asking, where did you get that nickname?"
"Oh, I don't mind explaining at all, Kathie," the older gangster said. "When I was not much older than you two, I was on a date with the richest girl in town. She wasn't very pretty, in fact she was downright fat, but at that time I was very poor and didn't have much choice. Yes sir, it was our first and only date because one thing led to something else, and she ended up slapping me in front of the entire school during a dance. Everybody saw it."
"Oh, I bet you were embarrassed!" Sherry gasped.
"I was. But I probably deserved it," Slapsy Jim chuckled ruefully. "But the thing was, it got me angry. So I slapped her back and knocked her for a loop! Well, it caused a big scandal as you can imagine. In those days, a boy couldn't slap a girl, especially not a rich one. I was suspended for two weeks and got a hiding from my father, but the name sort of stuck ever after that. I bet that happens at your school, too."
"It does," Kathie said, sipping her drink eagerly. "Why, not long ago, George Manglesdorf was caught...." The young blonde twin continued to relate the gossip of the previous school year, and now that she and Sherry had found a common ground on which to converse with Slapsy Jim, a rapport soon grew between the three of them. Soon, all sorts of interesting stories and opinions were being discussed, from Kathie's bad French to Sherry's desire to cruise around the world on a tramp steamer. Both teenage girls glowed with the headying influence of the potent liquors, and the prideful thought that they were conversing and drinking just as if they were grownups at a cocktail party.
When their stepfather had first told them that Slapsy Jim Rule was coming for dinner, and then later when the notorious gambler had actually arrived, Kathie and Sherry had been bothered by the man in some inexplicable way.
In an instinctive fashion they couldn't quite put their finger on, they sensed a pervading air of something wrong, as if his presence meant a brushing with fate, a skirting of danger. But Slapsy Jim had been the very soul of gentlemanly manner, very respectful and yet fun to be with at the same time, giving no basis for their apprehensions.
Now, after a couple of hours of steady drinking, the inexperienced adolescent twins mentally shrugged off their hesitations. Slapsy Jim had proved to be witty and artful on a dozen different subjects which interested them, and even his only slightly naughty jokes hadn't been too risque or offensive. So as Kathie and Sherry talked and drank with him, each decided to relax and stop being wet blankets and that the sensations in the depths of her belly were the result of one too many glasses of sangria or his special after-dinner mix. What the hell, Kathie decided; this was better than watching television alone with Sherry!
And the carnal, lust-raging Slapsy Jim Rule caught the almost imperceptible relaxing of the young twins' natural defenses and gloated inwardly with a satyr's evil satisfaction. He glanced meaningfully over at Harry Dobson, who was now slouched morosely in his chair, another cigarette dangling from his fingers. He jerked his head slightly when Harry looked up at him, indicating that it was time for the stepfather to leave. Get the hell out, he seemed to be saying with his nod; Get the hell out so I can fuck these virgin chicks!
Harry lowered his glass and hesitantly placed it empty on the table. He sighed, thinking, I shouldn't ... but this isn't turning out so bad after all. The girls have been acting like young ladies all evening, and I don't think Slapsy Jim will get very far with them. Christ! I hope not. But meantime I'll be scoring for sure with HIS broad, and my cock is itching for Delores something fierce! Hell, I hope I don't get caught fucking around with her; Slapsy Jim will put my ass in a sling a mile wide ... Goddamn, I wish I didn't lose my head over that little piece, but every time I think of Delores, I get hornier than a three-peckered billy goat in heat....
Harry stood up, shaking his head to try and clear some of the alcoholic fuzziness from his brain. He'd had too much to drink, but there wasn't anything he could do about that now, any more than there was anything he could do about leaving Slapsy Jim with his twin stepdaughters. He reached for a cigarette and found his last pack was empty. Well, at least he wouldn't have to fish around for an excuse to leave!
"Damn," he muttered, "I'm out of cigarettes. I'll go down to the corner drugstore and pick up a fresh carton. You don't mind if I leave you for a few minutes, Slapsy Jim?"
"No, no not at all," the gangster said expansively. "I'm sure Kathie and Sherry will keep me well entertained."
"Sure, Daddy," Kathie chimed in. "Go right ahead. We'll be okay! Mr.that is, Slapsy is very interesting to talk to."
"Good," Harry said tightly. "I'm glad to hear it."
He started for the front door and had almost reached the knob when Slapsy Jim called out, "Oh, Harry."
"Yes?"
"Would you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"I hate asking, but McHugh is bringing some papers I need to Jack's Trap. I'd sure appreciate it is you'd swing down that way and pick them up. The only trouble is, McHugh might not be there yet."
"It's okay, Slapsy. I'll wait for him if he isn't around."
"Good. Tell Jack to put any drinks you have on my account."
"Thanks," Jim said and went out the door. Well, maybe he could get the drinks free, but the story about the papers was pure blarney; Slapsy Jim was just saying it so that he'd have a reason not to come back for a long time. He wasn't planning tobut he wasn't planning to waste time lapping up free booze, either. The image of Delores tonguing his cock speeded him up, and he ran to the car and backed it out of the driveway, peeling rubber, and he tore off down the street in the direction of her penthouse apartment....
... With Harry gone, the stage was set for his seduction, just as Slapsy Jim had been planning for days now. Yes, he was going to enjoy this evening now that the two girls' stepfather had made his excuses and left them all alone. A slight twinge of anticipation rippled between the gambler's thighs as he pictured young Kathie and Sherry naked before him.
"Well," he said warmly, turning his attention to the teenage innocents sitting on either side of him, "Harry could be gone for quite awhile, if McHugh isn't there on time. We might as well spend the time drinking, eh?"
Kathie tipped her glass to his, and then Sherry did too in a silent salute to the evening ahead. They took deep swallows of the rum punch, their eyes sparkling with inebriation over the rims of their drinks. The three of them continued to talk awhile, the twins becoming louder and more boisterous as the different liquors flowed insinuatingly through their blood, making them drunker than they fully realized at the moment. When they'd finished their drinks and the last of the pitcher had been emptied into their glasses, Slapsy Jim sat back and took a leather-covered cigarette case from his pocket.
"This is just a little secret between you and me," he said in a hushed conspiratorial voice. "I had cigarettes all along.
Kathie giggled, stifling a burp. "And you didn't tell our stepfather you had them? Meanie! Why not?"
"Well, they're sort of special cigarettes," Slapsy Jim explained, opening the case. It was rich gold inside, with a blue velvet stretch-band holding the cigarettes tight. They were thin and brown-papered, without filters, and neither Kathie or Sherry had ever seen any like them before. They watched as Slapsy Jim took one out and lit it with a matching pocket lighter.
"What kind are they?" Sherry asked innocently.
"Mexican, my dear," Slapsy Jim said, exhaling. "The soil down there grows a special type of, ah, tobacco."
Kathie sniffed the cloud of smoke as it dispersed overhead. There was a strange odor to it, a sharp and yet sweet fragrance which was unfamiliar and made her wrinkle her nose.
They sure smell funny," she commented. "You sure they're Mexican, Slapsy, and not some kind of Indian incense you're burning?"
"Oh, they're Mexican, all right," Slapsy Jim chuckled. "The very best Mexican marijuana money can find."
"Marijuana!" both girls gasped in shock.
"I ... I've heard about that stuff," Kathie said. "It makes you do crazy things and go on dope."
"Nonsense!" the gangster scoffed. "Why, I've been smoking grass for years, my lovely, even before it was proclaimed illegal by the government, way back before World War II. It doesn't make you do anything you wouldn't normally do, and it doesn't make you sleepy or dull like alcohol. It just leaves you mellow and feeling smooth. But a lot of people don't know this, which is why I waited until your stepfather was gone to light up. Would you like to try one?"
He opened the cigarette case again and offered each of the twins a chance to take one out. The young girls looked at the hand-rolled cigarettes and then at themselves, and without speaking they realized that they had to make a decision about this.
Although they knew of kids at their school who smoked pot, they hesitatedbecause this was something dark and of unknown consequences.
"What's the matter?" Slapsy Jim said smoothly. "You two smoke regular cigarettes, don't you?"
"S-Sure," Sherry admitted. "But we've never tried m-marijuana before." She wished now that she hadn't taken so many glasses of sangria and the rum-punch, because she was having trouble thinking clearly. The room seemed to be suddenly very warm, and pressing down on her forehead and eyes.
"It's better for you than alcohol," Slapsy Jim pressed on. "Go on ... your stepfather won't be home for a long time." He pulled long on his marijuana cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs, the acrid, tainted smell was thick and cloying to the twins.
Kathie stared at the brown cigarettes, sensing that awful temptation to indulge in something forbidden, even against one's better judgment. Slapsy Jim had been treating them like grown-ups tonight, and here he was urging them to try marijuana, just as though he were entertaining two adult women. She sure didn't want to seem like a little kid now! Her adolescent rebellion and all the alcohol she'd drank weakened her normal good sense, until at last, she said hesitantly: "Well ... I-I'll take a puff, maybe. If Sherry will, too."
"Sure, sure she will," Slapsy said confidently. "Won't you Sherry?"
"Well, I ... "
"And if you don't like it, just stop! But I bet you will like it!" He took out two of the fattest cigarettes and handed one each to the twins. Sherry, still wavering with indecision, watched as her sister leaned forward with the cigarette between her lips, so the older man could light it for her. Then Kathie drew hard and the roughly packed "tobacco" glowed brightly.
"Hey, I'm doing it!" Kathie said to Sherry, her voice triumphant that she'd been the first of them to try this new forbidden experience. "Go on, Sherry, don't be chicken."
"I'm waiting," Slapsy Jim said, his lighter still burning.
Sherry put the marijuana cigarette in her mouth and lit it from the lighter. "Tastes lousy," she said.
"Draw easy for awhile and give it a chance," Slapsy Jim directed. "You won't settle for anything less afterwards."
Kathie coughed. "I don't feel anything."
"You will," the venal gangster promised.
Sherry inhaled deeply again and held her breath, letting the smoke swirl in her lung until she thought she would burst. She let the smoke out and Slapsy Jim laughed.
"That's it! That's the way to do it if you want to get stoned."
Kathie reached for her glass and drank heavily. "This stuff makes me thirsty."
"Gee, it isn't so bad!" Sherry said, smiling at Slapsy Jim. "No sirreeee, not baaaaddd at alll." She giggled in a high squeak.
"Glad you like it," he replied expansively. "Drink up and smoke up, girls. I can always get you more where these joints came from!"
Toward the end of the marijuana cigarette, Sherry began to float and knew she must be floating because she felt so good like never before. She was without a care in the world as she floated up, up to the ceiling, so light and nimble-.-Kathie felt as if her hands were far away, about ten miles from her arms, and this made her laugh. She had to laugh, and the little grass that she'd smoked had nothing to do with whether something was funny or notor did it?
"How's it going?" Slapsy Jim asked them.
"Like I'm on the moon," Sherry breathed. "I never felt so good. I want another."
"And how about you, Kathie?" Slapsy Jim asked the other twin as he gave Sherry her second cigarette.
It was difficult for Kathie to focus, but she managed to hold her head still by pressing against her jaws. She peered gravely at the older man, who watched back with an amused expression. "You've got two heads," she said slowly. "So does Sherry. Two people with four headsfar out!" She giggled again, her voice high and piercing.
"Wee! Gimme another, too! I could spend the whole vacation on a high like this!"
"What do you normally do on your vacation?" Slapsy Jim asked nonchalantly.
"Well, there isn't a hell of a lot to do, really," Kathie replied, lighting up again. "Fool around, mostly."
"Sun-bathe a lot?"
"Sure," she said with a giggle. "Once we even did it without suits! We did that Sunday afternoon, right out on the porch! We took off everything and drank some of Step-Daddy's precious beer, and had a grand time, didn't we, Sherry?"
Sherry nodded, blushing scarlet. In spite of the marijuana loosening her reserves, she thought maybe Kathie was being a little to intimate, and she could feel her cheeks burn as she thought of their nakedness ... and what had followed later, when their stepfather had returned. God! She hoped Kathie wouldn't blurt out about what they did then!
"And you go out on dates, don't you?" the older man asked, his voice becoming tight with expectancy. "Dates at night with boys? They take you to movies and things?"
Sherry nodded, answering quickly to make sure the subject stayed off Sunday afternoon's events. "Yeah, mostly to drive-ins."
"But no steady boyfriends, my dear?"
"Naw," Kathie said with a toss of her head. "We like playing the field."
"You mean, you like playing around, I bet," Slapsy Jim chuckled lewdly. "You get there and neck up a storm with the boys, kissing them and hugging them and letting them feel you!"
"Oh, Slapsy!" Kathie gasped, and this time even she turned crimson in embarrassment. "Don't talk that way!"
"Talk that way ... about what?"
"About ... about ... "
"Sex? What do you know about sex, my little lady?"
"More than you think," she replied haughtily, and drew on the marijuana to hide her abashment. "Yeah, m-more than you think! It ... it's just that it isn't polite to talk about it."
"Why, Kathie, I'm surprised at you," the older man said in mocking tones, knowing the marijuana was confusing their immature minds until they didn't know whether they were coming or going. "Everybody has sex livesyou, your sister, me, even your stepfatherand there's no use trying to hide the fact or pretending it's somehow nasty." He chortled again, envisioning the obscene thought of the local kids pawing both twins' firm, eager breasts in the darkness of parked cars. They were still virgins, though; shit, he could almost smell their little hymens stretched across their untouched little pussies. Well, if he had his way, they'd sure know a lot more about sexstraight from his hard-throbbing cock!
The seducing gambler stubbed out his marijuana cigarette and put his arms around the back of the couch, touching the twin teenagers' shoulders lightly, so as not to distress them. "Yes, you're luckier nowadays than when I was growing up," he continued in the same soft, soothing voice. "There's sexual freedom now, and sex is talked about and shown everywhere you go. Look at the advertisements, the books, the movies you go to on your dates." He gently stroked their arms now, watching greedily while they sucked in the marijuana smoke in stuporous enjoyment, and then he said in still lower and more intimate a tone: "But if it bothers you, we won't talk about sex. We won't even think about it anymore. We won't thing about how all those boys you date are so eager to kiss you ... eager to touch your breasts ... eager to hold you tight and feel up between your legs...." Slapsy Jim could sense the twin sets of pulsing breasts harden beneath their thin mini-dresses, and he knew his words were having the desired effect on both girls' inexperienced minds. Kathie and Sherry were thinking about it, just as all growing girls thought about sex, especially virgins who'd lay awake nights wondering what it was all about and how it felt.
And his words were creating images in their drugged and liquor-distorted heads, causing them unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in their nubile young bodies. It's working, he thought gleefully. I'm going to fuck these sweet little cherries yet tonight ...!
"Don't think about how boys press against you, and you can feel them hard ... hard against your bellies as they rub themselves against you. Don't think about what you feel that's so hard, their penises, those hard penises that are aching to slip up into you right there where you are...." His lewd talking, intoned as it was so mesmerically, was un-nerving the pretty virgin girls. This was happening so shortly after Sunday's initiation into the ways of sex, and their minds were confused and uncertain, the alcohol and marijuana fogging their perceptions and sense of impending danger ... they inhaled their cigarettes, the drugging smoke a soothing balm which swept away their inhibitions and dulled their natural fears. They could feel Slapsy Jim's hands against their shoulders, pulling them toward him in a casual way, but somehow his touch felt good to them now, and they cradled in the warmth of the older man's arms, listening to his hypnotically droning obscenities. The pungent aroma of his masculine body and his gently stroking hand on their naked arms were beginning to give soft, feathery tingles of excitement in their pubic regions. Kathie tightened her inner thighs, and Sherry squirmed her sensuous young buttocks slightly into the cushion to choke off the unwanted agitations that were tingling down there....
"We won't think about how boys finger your skirts and unbutton your blouses and creep their hands up your trembling legs to search for your panties. We won't think about how you have to fight yourselves not to give in, not to let them undress you and kiss your pretty breasts and thighs...." He continued to gently stroke their velvety skin while speaking his soporific words.
He knew that though he was telling them not to think about it, the longer he did, the bigger the images would grow in their drugged young minds. God, it was going to be so good! The blood in his lust-thickened penis was pounding like a jackhammer now, and his cum-filled testicles ached with anticipation of the way their tight virginal cunts were going to feel throbbing around the hardness of his cock! Nothing like a little grass to get the ass, he always said......" And don't think about when you're naked and look at yourselves and wonder how a man would feel inside your bellies. Don't think about how you watch your nipples harden when you rub them with your fingers, or how you lie in bed with your legs spread apart, and let your hand move over your sweet little pussies, touching.... touching down between your hair to the soft, sensitive lips that are yearning to be loved...." Kathie tried to will herself not to, but the twitching in her belly and the hot moistness which was seeping around her wetly pulsating vagina-was beginning to overpower her. She moaned softly and all the while Slapsy Jim kept whispering lewd words, words constantly bolder and more corrupting......" Your moist pink pussy, and your fingers rubbing up and down along the tender slit while you dream of letting your boyfriends do it for you ... don't think about the way you feel, arching, straining to climaxas you dream of boys, your fingers deep inside your pussy that desires more ... desires a nice hard cock to slip inside it and pump up and down ... up and down until you cum ... no, don't you two passionate girls allow your minds to think about that...." Sherry was breathing faster and faster, and then casually Slapsy Jim brought his hand down and lightly touched one swelling breast, rubbing his palm slowly over it.
She gasped and shuddered, and convulsively stiffened from his blatant touch, but he didn't stop and somehow she didn't want him to ... and the words he'd spoken about necking and petting on dates, and the frustrations she'd felt when she'd not allowed the boys to have their way with her, and the remembrances of her fingering both Kathie and herself and how wonderful it feltthey all seemed to make his fingers feel even nicer as they massaged her tender firm breast. She had to admit as she surrendered to his caress, that for an older man, Slapsy Jim certainly felt good to her, so very, very goooddd....
Slapsy Jim could feel both twins trembling in his arms with their erotic thoughts, and he gloated to himself that now was the time to strike! The conscience-deadening marijuana and the alcohol in their blood were all working magically on their basic natures, breaking down the barriers of modesty and baring the wild young females buried underneath. He couldn't control his eagerly jerking cock from leaping into full erection at the idea of sliding his long hard penis up inside the two tight little pussies quavering uncontrollably on the couch. Damn, he couldn't wait another minute! The fifteen year old blondes were panting with every word he cooed in their ears, and if there was ever going to be a moment to make his play for them, it was right now!
CHAPTER SIX
SlapsyJim Race wished that somehow he'd been born with two cocks. That way he could fuck both twins simultaneously! How he was forced to make the agonizing decision of which young teenager would receive his thickened hardness first. If the gangster had been aware of Kathie's slightly wilder streak to her nature, he would have chosen her as the better bet to begin the festivities; however, he was ignorant of this, and so arbitrarily picked the girl on his right, since he was right-handed. The girl sitting on his right was Sherry. He leaned closer to the pony-tailed blonde and whispered enticingly into her ear: "Yes, Sherry, my dear ... Don't think of how good it would be to be fucked ... Don't think how much you want a man's cock inside you and know what it feels like to be a real woman ... Don't think how much you want me to fuck you ... fuck you here, now ... with your sister watching you...." Sherry could sense the slick heated moisture flowing faster between her tightly pressed thighs, and she involuntarily ground her buttocks down against the couch cushion to quiet the lascivious tingle. She squirmed, feeling the brush of Slapsy Jim's fingers lightly on her throbbing breast, and without consciously desiring to, she relaxed against it. She smoked the last of her second marijuana cigarette, making no protest as he softly stroked her tender flesh that was cupped so thinly by her tiny dress and sheer-net brassiere.
His fingers feel good, she thought to herself. And it doesn't hurt anything ... He wouldn't really try to fuck me here while Sis is watching. He's only saying that to frighten me, to make me believe I'm actually thinking such awful things like having him fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me....
And because she was thinking these lewd and erotically salacious ideas in her drugwarped mind, she squirmed her ripe young buttocks uneasily against the cushion again, feeling the round edge push her panties up in her crevice and between her moistly swelling vaginal lips. She could feel a strange heated wetness spreading rapidly between her thighs as he whispered more obscenities in her ear, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the couch. She roughness of the material brushed against her tiny, rising clitoris through the flimsy fabric of her white nylon panties, intensifying the stimulation caused by his lewdness, the liquor, and the marijuana.
Slapsy Jim's hand came down to rest on her thinly covered lap now. Sherry froze momentarily from the unexpected contact moving so unobtrusively over her sensitive flesh, then quickly dropped her hand to restrain him, not daring to glance over to see what Kathie was doing. She tried to hold the older man back, but he moved by force, kneading the softness of her belly and teasing the light sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers gently rotating against her quivering cuntal mound.
The flood between the highly aroused girl's thighs was wetting the bottom of her dress now, and she could feel the warm moisture on the soft cheeks of her buttocks.
As Slapsy Jim's hands worked more firmly, teasing mercilessly at the top of her tightly pressed thighs, Sherry could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps, and she twisted down into the couch again, attempting to extinguish the fire that was growing with throbbing intensity between her slender, trembling legs.
Slapsy Jim continued to describe in lewd, lust-inciting terms the actions he could perform on her if she so desired. His lips dropped to her ear and he whispered moist entreaties to herusing words she had not heard outside the gym locker room at school, and only then by the rowdiest of the senior class girls. Sherry tightly clenched her thighs together to overcome the temptation building within her. In her drugand alcohol-dimmed mind, she knew that something was happening inside of her that had never happened before. She was in danger of losing her head to this handsome but much older adult, and surrender to him right in front of her twin sister! She had to stop it! She had tobefore she lost all her strength to fight off the implacable cravings that were starting to tug at the very core of her being!
"Slapsy!" she whispered almost hysterically. "Please no!" The young girl wrenched away from his hand, tearing it almost painfully from the softness of her inner thighs.
"D-Don't touch me like that! No one ever has before!"
"Always a first time for everything, my dear," the lecherous gangster chuckled. He dropped his hand further down between the tightly clenched thighs to the passiondrenched contour of her wetly throbbing pussy. "We can all have a little fun tonight, Sherry. You and me and your sister, Kathie. I have my other hand on her breast, can you see that, my lovely? I'm squeezing her tittie, and she's loving it while she smokes her marijuana. Just like you're loving it when I touch you between the legs.
Raise your dress, Sherry, and let me touch your sweet little pussy better ... "
"No, no, I can't let you! Please don't!" she sobbed, conscious of what surrender would mean. She moaned and pulled away, seeing out of the corner of her eyes that the older man was telling the truth about Kathie. His left hand was inside Kathie's shirt-dress, and her head was back with her eyes dreamily closed while he freely.
..fondled her brassiere-clad breasts. The twin moaned and once more pulled away, using all of her willpower to overcome the strange, unwanted sensations that were building stronger in the hollow pit of her virginal belly. Dear Lord, as nice as it was.... it was wrong, wrong! Where was Step-Daddy? Oh God, she wished her stepfather was back home to help her now! Why did he have to stay away so long?
"My beautiful sweet, you know you're not happy remaining pure and still a girl," Slapsy Jim whispered lewdly. "You want to become a woman, with all that a woman should be ... and I'm here ready to make you one, right now this very night!"
Sherry gasped and held her breath, as to her humiliation and horror, she could feel herself inexorably reacting to the maddening caresses on her love-starved pubic mound beneath the thin summer frock. She was hot and wet between her thighs, as her ripely fleshed hips suddenly began squirming in rhythm to the light teasing of his fingers rummaging down between her narrow cuntal furrow. Oh ... oh ... now he was sticking his outstretched middle finger up underneath her panty legband.
"Oh God, Slapsy, Mr. Rule ... don't do this to us, to me!" she pleaded frantically, not knowing fully what she was saying in her torment and confusion. "I ... I can't stand it!"
"Spread your legs a little, my dear," Slapsy Jim breathed insistently into her ear.
"Spread your legs and hike your dress up so I can finger-fuck you!"
His obscene command burned through the drugged miasma in her immature mind, and the full impact of his lewd command suddenly hit her with its evil implications.
She couldn't let him! No! No matter how much she wanted to try sex, or how much Kathie was enjoying having her breasts played with, she couldn't allow this wicked man to go any further!
"Oh God, nooooooo!" she cried out in panic, and wrench free of his corrupting embrace. She had to stop this awful scene and had to do it quickly, or it would be too late! She jumped up, tears blinding her eyes, and lurched from the couch.
"No!" she screamed again. "No, never!"
But then she stumbled against the coffee table in front of the couch, upsetting the empty pitcher and losing her own staggering balance. A huge hand reached up and grasped her long-flowing pony-tail, and Slapsy Jim snarled: "Gotcha, kid!"
Sherry stumbled to one knee from the violence of his whip-like grab, her head spinning with the force of his strength. Unable to stand, she toppled over in a humiliating heap of flying arms and legs, sprawling on her back with her little minidress up around her firm young thighs and her arms and legs spreading high and wide in the air. She could only look up with dazed, terrified eyes as the brutal man who'd once been so friendly and nice leapt up in smug delight. He hovered over her, and the incredible horror of her complete helplessness, of the entire abominable situation struck her tortured mind. Dear Lord, she and Kathie were all alone with this cruel gangster!
Kathie had also snapped out of her drunken and drug-induced arousal. She sat up with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in shock, staring with disbelief at the sight of the muscular Slapsy Jim Rule standing like a conquering savage over the cringing figure of her twin sister. She couldn't believe what he was doing or saying!
How could he be so crude, so obscene, when he'd been so gentlemanly before? It had all been a trick!
"Help me!" Kathie heard Sherry cry out in tearful fright. "Oh, help! Help!"
"You scream again, my dear," Slapsy Jim snarled in warning, "and you'll find out why I got my nickname!"
Kathie was almost as terror-stricken as her sister, but she managed to slip partially off the couch, hoping to make a run for the front door and seek the help of some neighbors, the help she and Sherry needed so desperately now. But then the cruel gambler spun around, glaring at her, snapping: "Where the hell you think you're going, Sweetie?" And then, as if to answer his own question, he leveled a finger at Kathie and threatened: "You leave this room, and so help me Christ you'll come back to find your twin with a broken neck!"
"You ... You wouldn't dare!" she gasped, blanching.
"You want to take the risk? Now siddown and make yourself comfortable. Hell, you might just learn something!"
A ghostly tremor rippled through Katie as she stared wildly at the flashing-eyed man.
"G-Get out!" she ordered in last-ditch defiance. "Get out of this house or I'll ... I'll call the police!"
"You pick up the phone, and I'll break two necks! Hers ... and then yours!"
Sherry's brain whirled from the humiliation of listening to this vile, depraved man's lewd threats. "You ... you must be insane!"
"We'll see who's insane in a few minutes!" Slapsy chuckled with obscene promise.
"There was a time to be nice and easy, but now it's time to get down to brass tacks.
Well, now that I know you're both hot to fuckand you are, deep down in your heartsI'm not about to let some silly hysteria ruin a fine time for all of us!"
Both girls shook desperately, gaping at the derisively-smirking man. He wasn't kidding! He was really serious about wanting to fuck them! Kathie shuddered at the concept of lying under this brutal gangster's cock buried deep up inside her defenseless vagina, for though she was tingling with sexual arousal, she knew she'd rather die than suffer the humiliation of rape by this man, here in their own home.
Sherry moaned in rising despair, her body trembling fearfully as she cowered on the floor, the flesh of her exposed arms and legs breaking out in a cold sweat of goosebumps.
"No!" she blurted frantically. "No, I don't want you to do it to me! I never gave you that idea! You're making it up! I'll never let you! Never!"
"Who the hell says you have any choice about it?" Slapsy Jim snarled, and reached down toward the quaking girl. He grabbed her thin summer dress and gave it a ferocious tug, and every button popped open down its front.
Sherry gasped as he ripped the now useless garment from around her ripe young body, unable to defend herself when he hooked his finger in the elastic support between the cups of her see-through brassiere. He gave another painful wrench, and the two firm mounds of her developing breasts came into direct contact with the cold carpeting. Her nipples sprang into involuntary hardness, their tiny, berry-like tips throbbing from the sudden, humiliating exposure. The smooth, velvet-like softness of her skin was broken only by the pair of sheer white nylon panties that stretched tautly over her quivering hips. Silken tufts of her soft blonde pubic hair protruded from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands, the rounded cheeks of her youthful buttocks shaking visibly beneath the lust-crazed eyes of the older man.
Sherry was wild with fear now as she crouched low on her stomach. Even the deadening effects of the marijuana could not protect the cute fifteen year old from the horrible truth of what was happening to her. Oh God, if only it hadn't happened the way it did! If only she'd had greater control over herself and not drunk all the liquor and smoked his evil cigarettes! If only her stepfather hadn't felt she and Kathie were old enough to take care of themselves and left them alone with this gangster! A thousand "if only's" rippled through her tormented mind, when suddenly she was jerked back to reality by the brutal touch of Slapsy Jim's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He was crouching down beside her now, rounding his fingers over the curving flare of her hips for a moment before sliding them slowly and harshly up to the slimness of her waist. She moaned as his hands coursed over the trembling spheres of her buttocks and cupped their maturing ripeness with lewd delight.
Slapsy Jim's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands pulled and squeezed at her firm young thighs. Then with sudden impatience, he drew his fingers up to the elastic waist band at the top of her panties and began to peel the flimsy white nylon down over the curves of her ass-cheeks. When the silky material caught in the crevice between her tightly clenching legs, he gave a savage jerk, shredding the panties into useless threads.
He laughed and held the tattered remnants of cloth up in the air, then tossed the panties to her twin sister who was still frozen in horror on the edge of the couch.
"Here, kiddo. Now watch the action!"
Kathie sucked in her breath with horror as the panties fluttered to the floor next to her feet. "No, don't do it to her! Please! I ... I'll do whatever you want, but she ... she's not ready yet! Leave her alone and take me!"
Slapsy Jim grinned sadistically. "Hell, what do you mean, not ready yet? Look at her, sprawled there naked, her little titties hard and her nipples sticking out, and her cunt still flowing from when I was trying to tickle it! The hell she's not ready!"
"I ... I can take it," Sherry whispered to her sister. She tilted her chin up proudly in defiance, even though her firm young thighs and buttocks were flinching in fear from the expectation of the cruel penis that would soon be sliding wetly between her legs.
"If you can do it, so can I, Sis. We're twins, aren't we? Anyway, if ... If you're willing to save me, then I ... I should do the same," she whimpered. She glanced down at her nakedness, and she could feel her flesh prickle with the horror of what was to follow. But if Kathie could make such an offer on her behalf, she would somehow find the strength to do so, too. She was no better than her twin, no better at all, and she had to share the punishment and degradation.
"Don't sorry, Kathie," she added in a soft, anguished voice. "Maybe Step-Daddy will come back in time. If he doesn't ... well, we'll see it through together."
"That's the spirit, my lovely!" the older man breathed with burgeoning lust. "And the first thing we'll see together is that nice tight cunt of yours! Spread your legs, baby!"
Sherry tried to stiffen her naked body more and press herself flat against the carpet.
Bitter tears of anguish and fear ran from her cheeks, wetting the rug under her face as she felt the hateful gambler bending over her.
Slapsy Jim raised his hand and brought it down hard against Sherry's trembling white ass-cheeks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot through the living room, and Sherry's scream came an instant later.
"Yeeeeeoooooowwww!" she cried out, whimpering against the searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.
"They don't call me Slapsy for nothing, toots! Now, when I said spread your legs, I meant spread your legs! Roll over on your back and spread them, you teasing little bitch!"
She hesitated a second longer, and then slowly rolled her naked body over.
Reluctantly, with tears of shame and horror still coursing freely down her cheeks, the innocent girl allowed her legs to bend outward in open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to take place. Her hair-fringed vaginal slit drew moistly open, exposing all of her virginal cunt which throbbed in abject surrender.
"Mmmmm-mm!" Slapsy Jim said with relish. "That sweet bush of yours is just begging to be filled!"
Sherry closed her eyes in disconsolate humiliation, knowing there was no hope for anything. She had the dreadful feeling that, if Kathie should try to get help or phone the police, Slapsy Jim would follow through with his stated threat to kill them. She heard the gangster unsnapping his trousers and then sliding them down to take them off. There was the rustle of his other clothing as he shed them right and left, and she clenched her eyes shut tighter with fear and trepidation. But then Slapsy Jim was kneeling beside her again, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her head up off the floor, forcing her eyes open in painful terror.
"Take a peek, kid," he commanded her. "Take a peek at what's going to stuff that tight cherry of yours. Think you're big enough to take it all?"
Sherry's face contorted in horror at the long thick erection which bobbed menacingly before her face. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy pulsing blue veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his naked hairy chest to his face, a futile plea nestled in them, begging for mercy. But there was none. Nothing but unbridled passion staring obscenely down at her.
"Like it?" he tormented, twisting her blonde hair with one hand. "I said, do you like it?"
"I love it! I love it!" she squealed through her pain and degradation.
"Fine! Just so your sister knows you doso she won't think you need saving. That would be a very stupid move on her part." Then Slapsy Jim's hands were grasping harshly at her slender hips, holding them steady and apart as he crawled his body over hers. She could feel the rigid thickness of her penis impress itself into the .unwillingly widened crevice of her cunt, and she was unable to hold back a sob of fear, recalling the brutal size of it when he'd flaunted it before her eyes only seconds before. Dear God, no! She could never take it all! It would rip her virgin belly right down the center! Compared to him, her stepfather's erection had been small, and even that had given her shivers of apprehension the two times she'd seen it hard and long! She tried to jerk away, flattening her nakedly cringing buttocks down into the floor as low as she could go.
But Slapsy was ready for her, and the gangster leaned over to press his hands down harshly on her shoulders, forcing the terrified blonde teenager to keep in the same position. She could hardly move an inch with his thick adult male body pressed between her wide-splayed thighs, while his huge man's cock-head probed menacingly into her cringing pink pussy.
Meanwhile, Kathie had moved off the couch and was standing nearby, her clenched hand stuffed in her open mouth to keep herself from screaming. She tried to figure what to do next ... but if she didn't stay, Slapsy Jim was sure to kill her sister! She couldn't take the chance that the gangster was bluffing, that sort of man was very egotistical and liable to keep his word even if it meant his own capture. Kathie shivered with indecision and horror, staring through tear-blurred eyes at her helpless twin sister lying on the carpet, nakedly displayed in the lamp-light ... and the older man heaving down on top of her! He was going to rape her ... and there was nothing Kathie could do to prevent it!
Slapsy Jim had Sherry pinned, and their feet faced Kathie so that she could see the wide-split crevice of her twin's defenseless little vagina. Sherry's slim white buttocks were smashed flat to the floor, and Kathie could see the man's huge hard penis insinuating closer to the pink cuntal slit which split her cringing inner thighs. Cringing reflexively, she watched spellbound as Slapsy Jim dropped his heavy weight all the way down on her sister, forcing the breath from her painfully stretched body. She stared at his pulsating hardness crushing into the soft giving flesh of her loins and heard him growl down at Sherry's contorted face"I'm going to fuck you so good you're going to beg for more! Yeah, you're going to beg ... and you're going to get it!"
Sherry lay immobile under his heavy nakedness, her eyes fixed in horror on the working of his mouth spewing the obscenities down at her, their lewdness echoing and re-echoing against the walls of her immature mind. The depraving helplessness of her position caused a strange crazy fluttering deep in her belly intensifying each time Slapsy Jim shoved downward and attempted to skewer her fearfully cringing cunt with his long thick penis.
But then he connected, and Sherry pleaded in a high voice, "Ohhhh! Oh! No, you're hurting me!" She felt the firmly resisting lips of her virgin cunt being pressured apart before the unyielding pressure of the gangster's lust-inflamed erection. "Ohhhh God!
Stop! You're tearing me open!"
"That's the whole idea, baby!" Slapsy Jim cackled from above her, levering down with all his strength. With a merciless forward thrust of his hips, he sent his lustthickened cock slicing into her innocent vagina with a roaring fury, pushing the moistly tender walls of her pussy in pressuring waves before it. His huge bloodengorged cock hit her pitifully stretched hymen and ripped through it like a red-hot poker through tissue paper. There was no stopping it until, with a loud feral groan, his lust-laden balls slapped sharply against the crevice between her quivering young thighs.
"Agggghhh!" Sherry wailed beneath the man. She had never been entered with anything larger than her masturbating finger before, and now she was so FILLED!
Her cunt felt as if his pile driver penis had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds, and the agony was like little explosions of dynamite searing her tightly palpitating pussy as he immediately began to stroke in and out of her painfully stabbed cunt. With each pumping motion, the brutal gangster made, the subjugated teenager could only groan in hopeless defeat beneath his heavy body.
Sobs of pain and misery bubbled from Sherry's pain-contorted lips, her entire slim body wet and burning as the cruel gambler levered up and drove the full length of his punishing shaft over and over into her tightly constricted vagina. The tiny ridges of her clasping pink flesh pulled out around the thick base of his penis as it withdrew for still another vicious surge far up into her belly. The mercilessly impaled fifteen year old girl trembled and her thighs convulsed periodically as extra-hard cock-thrusts burrowed into her tortured vagina. Above it all, the humiliated twin could hear the weeping moans of her witnessing sister and the grunting pants of her rapist.
Then the leering Slapsy Jim bent closer and chuckled throatily in her ear, "Like it?
You like my pecker stuffing your hole?" And then he hissed degradingly, "How does it feel with a man in you, little girl? You take on a boy next, and he's going to need tire chains for traction, you'll be reamed out so wide!"
His mockeries and insults droned on in Sherry's ears, but astonishingly, she began to sense that the excruciating pain in her pussy was gradually easing a little. She could feel her ravaged cuntal muscles stretching in adjustment to the large, intruding hardness, relaxing to form a tight-fitting sheath of warm, wet flesh around his rhythmically stroking penis. Then, unwanted and unexpectedly, Sherry began to feel lewd little tingles of masochistic arousal mixing with the agony, and the pain becoming oddly pleasurable to her. She found herself involuntarily squirming her hips upward to meet the cruel impalement as Slapsy Jim surged downward into her tender cunt, and of their own volition, her cock-split thighs started squeezing around his lunging hips, her buttocks rotating in tiny clasping circles. Oh God! What was happening to her? She was actually beginning to like itwas actually beginning to fuck him back.
As the brutal older man continued to pump his massive shaft into her with rapacious need, the fifteen year old blonde turned her face sideways to gasp fish-like for air.
Her ripe young body was responding to the slowly mounting feelings of wanton delight, flames of lewd desire curling hotter and hotter through her moistly welcoming vagina. The pain was gradually fading away, being replaced by unhindered passion that seethed through her veins and mingled in her loins. She remembered that she had just lost her virginity ... but somehow that no longer seemed to matter as it had only moments before. Her hotly throbbing cunt was on fire and the huge pulsating cock buried so deeply up inside her tender womb felt so good ... so hard and strong and good ... She undulated her hips mindlessly, the tiny muscles of her now eagerly flowering cunt working with voracious hunger at the naked man's lust-pistoning cock.
"Oohhhh," she whimpered, almost frightened in her naivete by this change in her emotions. "Oh God ... Oh God...." She closed her eyes now, slavering her tongue around her lips, low hums of velvety surrender emitting from her throat in place of her earlier tortured cries. She began to understand now ... to fervently understand the delights of sex, and there was no longer the slightest thought of resistance as she submitted herself totally to the wicked sensations coursing through her skewered cunt. Her greedy young vagina seemed to open further in voracious supplication to the mercilessly pumping cock, swallowing the whole of Slapsy Jim's thickly ramming erection as he quickened his thrusting lunges into her adolescent pussy.
"Fuck me, you shit! Ohhh, hear me! Hear me; I'm begging you to fuck me! Ohhhh, never stop fucking me, you filthy old man! Fuck meeee...!"
.Kathie Dobson watched this humiliating surrender to corruption and defilement with swirling emotions. She could see her twin sister lying there on the floor with her legs spread wide apart, probably feeling more shamefully wicked and debauched than she had ever felt before in her fifteen years! The blonde teenager felt horror coursing through her at the thought of being subjected to that same thick penis and finding herself submitting willingly to its depraved desires. And yet, the sordid scene was somehow terribly exciting to her! God! How it was exciting to her! Kathie breathed raggedly as her eyes locked on Sherry's face, erotically stimulated by its contortions into the most perverted picture of ecstasy she had ever dreamed about!
Lord! How Sherry must feel, she thought jealously. And I've never felt that with a man inside me ...!
With every savage stroke Slapsy Jim's wetly glistening penis made into her sister's ecstatic vaginal passage, Kathie's breathing grew louder and harsher, and sweat began to trickle down the folds of her summer shirt-dress. Down between her nervously clenched thighs, her tight, still virgin pussy was starting to tingle, and a light quivering rose in her belly and breasts. She couldn't understand the change in her emotions any more than she could comprehend the change in Sherry's! It was almost as if ... as if she wished she were the one lying naked on the carpet, her legs spread wide and that bestial man's lust-bloated penis filling all of her body!
God! She couldn't want that! It wasn't right! But Kathie watched in lurid fascination as the gleaming expanse of hardened male cock drubbed salaciously into her twin's eagerly yielding cunt. She was hardly able to breathe now, the insides of her mouth and throat seemingly filled with sand, and the prurient sensations up between her thighs were climbing in intensity, making a wetness which threatened to stain the front of her dress. Passion flowed through the honey-colored curls covering her moist young vagina, a slick heated moisture caused by the erotically enticing spectacle taking place only a few feet from her and the throbbing agony of need building in her cunt and hardening breasts.
Slowly, as if controlled by a mind of its own, Kathie's right hand slid along her trembling body, undoing the few buttons Slapsy Jim had left untouched when fondling her breasts inside her dress. She slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and then stood for a moment in just her panties and brassiere, her eyes still firmly glued to the way her sister was lurching and jerking her naked pussy up to swallow more of the older man's penis. She drew down her panties then and unclasped her brassiere, and as totally naked as her twin nowKathie slowly slid down on the carpet beside the rutting couple, her thighs and moist pink cuntal slit exposed to the same soft light and cooling air as the writhing couple in front of her.
She widened her legs and lowered her hand to her vagina, knowing that she was sinning far more than any time in the past. She wasn't just with her sister now in the privacy of their bedroom, but masturbating while watching Sherry being fucked by this lewd rapacious gangster!
Sherry mewled piteously, her vagina flowering wider open in welcome relief as at last she felt the spiraling excitement of her climax. "Ohhh, I think ... I think I'm going to cum, Mr. Rule! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me harder!"
"Me too, kiddo!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to cum in you like a river!"
Kathie rubbed her cunt faster and harder, her fingers sliding wetly in and out as waves of an all-consuming delight poured over her. She dropped her other hand then and insinuated first one, then two, and finally three fingers inside the tiny virginal hole up between her widespread legs, flicking her little clitoris at the same time. She continued to stare with bulging, desire-glazed eyes at the obscenely fucking duo, her inexperienced brain imagining a man's penis grinding smoothly up inside her. She heard an unearthly gurgle emit from her sister's mouth, and saw her slow her buttocks in their wild scramble for completion, beginning-instead, small spasmodic jerkings up against the hardened adult penis embedded so deeply in her teenaged cunt. At the same time Slapsy Jim groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside her twin sister's quivering white belly, and Kathy saw his testicles throb with his release of thickly spurting semen.
The sensuously overwhelmed Sherry Dobson raised up her wriggling thighs from the carpet and pressed as tightly to Slapsy Jim's hairy loins as she could. She sighed blissfully as he poured his creamy sperm deep up inside her hungrily milking pussy, jerking and screwing against the frantically fucking man as bolts of her own orgasm shot through her to pierce her sensation-flooded mind.
"Ahhhhh!" she squealed in delight, her climax covering her like a paralyzing blanket, and her wild cry of completion turned into a low earthly wail of ecstasy. Her legs grew limp, satiated with pleasure and release, and she lay nakedly back against the living room floor, Slapsy Jim moaning as he finally collapsed over her trembling young body. They both lay still for quite a long time.
After awhile, the insanely ravaged teenager felt the heavy weight of the gangster lift from her, and the soft limpness of his deflating penis slipping with a moist sucking sound from the confines of her passion-drenched pussy. Her young body was beaten and bruised, yet as her swollen vaginal lips glistened with the last remainders of his cum, Sherry sighed dreamily, lost in her newly discovered world of sex. She could never return to her innocent virginal ways again, but she didn't seem to think that very important now. She had to admit she didn't miss the physical proof of her purity at all ... not now, not after she'd traded it for a better, more satisfying feeling of total sensuality.
As Slapsy Jim rolled to one side of Sherry, spent for the moment, he caught a glimpse of the other fifteen year old twin out of the corner of his eye. Kathie was smiling with an odd mixture of pleading and sensuality at him, lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Her own hands manipulated ineffectually at the hair-lined slit between her splayed thighs, trying to reach the impossible heights of her sister's fulfillment. Every time before, her fingers had been enough, but not any longer. God!
Now she had to have more, more, more...! Her passion spurred on by the delicious thought of Slapsy Jim's long hard penis skewering into her as divinely as he had screwed her sister, Kathie moaned through a lust-tightened throat"Fuck me now; fuck me in my cunt the way you fucked Sherry. That is ... that is if you're man enough to get hard again!"
"I figured you two bitches would turn on to cock once you had your chance," the lecherous gambler chuckled. "A pair of ripe tomatoes if I ever met any, I swear!
Whose little bitch are you, Kathie?"
"Yours, Slapsy! Yours anytime you want me! Fuck me, Slapsy, fuck me and make me cum ... cum ... make me cum toooo!"
"Well, give me a minute to rest, and I'll be ready to take you up on your offer!"
"No, now, Slapsy! I must have you fuck me now!" Kathie's lust-fired body was growing white-hot with her frustrated desire, and she drew her legs up, her feet flat on the floor as she watched Slapsy Jim crawling toward her. "Fuck me, you big bastard," she hissed in her sex-driven madness. "Go on! You blew my mind on grass and made me watch my sister get it. so stick that wonderful prick of yours into MY cunt now!"
"She-eit!" the gangster gasped, for over his years of experience, he'd never run into anything so wantonly wild and untamed as this girland she was still a virgin to boot!
His eyes gleamed as he stared down at the obscenely undulating adolescent, already feeling his cock stirring into renewed hardness by the very lewdness of her demands. It quivered hard and straight with rejuvenated arousal, and he reached down to stroke it teasingly as he told her in his gravel voice"All right, baby, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you good."
"Yes! Yes!"
"But I'll fuck you different than I did your sister, seeing as you want it so bad. I'll fuck you a SPECIAL way, the way I really dig the most, just because I think you deserve it! Come on, Kathie, on your knees! Roll over and get up on all fours like a dog and waggle that fine young ass of yours up in the air!"
"And then you'll fuck me? You'll fuck me like dogs do it?" she panted hotly, unable to contain her excitement. "Yes, then I'll fuck you!" the salacious gangster crowed with delight and inwardly he chuckled to himself, Yeah ... I'll fuck her in the ass! I'll take that ass-hole cherry first and then take her hymen! And five will get you ten she'll love it in the ass!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harry Dobson lay next to Delores on the large towel, staring up at the late night sky which domed her penthouse patio. Now that the wild, abandoned sexual games had endedor at least, had ended until the impossibly ardent, insatiable young girl could resurrect his now flaccid cock for another roundHarry was thinking once again of his bargain with Slapsy Jim Rule. He was thinking of how badly he'd betrayed his stepdaughters' innocent trust in him, and abused his role as their guardian and protector. The thoughts brought the first lingering vestiges of shame to his mind, stirrings of guilt which would amplify later, he knew, and consume him with selfloathing at his inability to control his carnal instincts.
Jesus, I'm a coward, he confessed to himself. I took the easy way out, just like I have all my life, always a pushover for an easy lay. How can I look my stepdaughters in the eye anymore? How can I face those dear, sweet, unsuspecting girls...? "A penny for your thoughts, Harry," Delores said beside him, rolling over onto her stomach and looking into his face as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Sure," Harry said bitterly. He didn't meet her eyes.
"Oh," Delores said softly. "You're thinking about your kids, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"And you're feeling hung-up about trading them for me, right? Guilty because your sweet brats are stuck with Slapsy Jim while you're up screwing his girl, right?"
Harry felt color blotch his cheeks, and he turned his eyes to her angrily. Who did this bitch think she was, taunting him about Kathie and Sherry? "What difference does it make to you if I am thinking about them?" he demanded.
Delores laughed softly. "I hate seeing a man think his wife or daughters are somehow purer and holier than other women," she said. "No woman belongs on a pedestal, Harry, as I found out when I was twelve. And when a man finds out, it's usually a ruder awakening than it is for the woman."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I wouldn't be too terribly surprised if I were you, to learn that you're not the only member of your family to dig a good fuck."
The heat flowed through his entire body, and he had to repress a desire to slap her for her obscene comment. His voice was low and menacing as he said: "You bitch!
Just because you're a damned nympho, doesn't mean my kids are too!"
"Doesn't it?" Delores asked amusedly. She moved her naked body provocatively next to him, like a predatory cat just awakening on a summer morning.
"No, it doesn't! My stepdaughters are good kids!"
"I bet they're goodonce Slapsy gets them going. Tell me, Harry," she asked lazily, "how much do you want to bet that Slapsy has banged both birds already and is on seconds?"
"Why ... Why...." Harry shook his head, staring at her numbly.
"Let's prove it, just so you can sleep nights without wondering, hm? Let's get dressed and drive over to your house, and then we'll see what we'll see."
"No, we can't do that, Delores! Slapsy Jim might-"
"He doesn't have to see us, silly. We can sneak in somehow." She licked her lips with eagerness, the prospect of spying on Harry's stepdaughters and her own lover arousing her prurient interest. She always got a kick out of watching sex, the sights and sounds of hotly fucking people nakedly writhing in abandonment tickling her libido to sensational heights. She knew Slapsy Jim wouldn't mind if she were there, and for all she could tell, Harry's kids wouldn't eitherbut it would be great fun for her to watch Harry's reaction, and see some of his hypocritical stuffing burst out.
"Come on," she urged, "or are you afraid? Are you afraid that instead of proving me wrong, a peek in your house will prove me right?"
"No, goddamn it!" Harry exploded. "I'm not afraid!"
"Then get dressed," Delores said, standing up. She ran her hands slowly down her naked, sun-bronzed flanks. "Prove to me you're not afraid ... and I'll prove to you that your stepdaughters are just as much nymphos as I am!"
"All right!" Harry snapped, gaining his own feet, fighting down another urge to hit this woman, this filthy, low-life bitch, who dared to talk about his stepchildren the way she was. "We'll go ... and when you see your Old Man has been unable to do anything with Kathie and Sherry, I'll expect an apology from you!"
Delores smiled wisely, and turned and started for her penthouse patio's sliding glass door....
... Meanwhile, unknown to Harry, his fifteen year old blonde stepdaughter Kathie was kneeling on her hands and legs in front of the naked gangster, while Sherry stared at the two of them with bated breath. Somewhere deep in Kathie's drugged and sexladen mind, she knew she should be shamefully horrified, but instead her body was alive with deliciously wicked anticipation! It was sheer lunacy, allowing herself to be used by this horrid old man over twice her age while her fifteen year old sister watched! And even more terrible, to be unaccountably enjoying it! What had happened to her tonight ... what was going to happen...? "Wider, kid! As far apart as you can get them!" Slapsy Jim crowed, and obscenely the girl responded, spreading her slender thighs to the furthest extent on the living room carpet, until the whole of her tender maturing cunt was exposed to his corrupting gaze.
"Ohhh, this is going to taste sweeter than honey," the lewdly lascivious gambler moaned. Kneeling between her legs behind her, he placed his thumbs firmly on her softly trembling vaginal lips and began a slow, tormenting outward pressure to peel them slowly apart. Then, with the thinly bearded mouth of her cunt uptilted and exposed to his lusting eyes, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his wet slippery tongue deeply into the warm virginal slit of the teenager's pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathie sighed and moaned as the older man's tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of the shame and revulsion at the horrible perversion she knew was being done to her defenseless young vagina, wisps of forbidden sensation began to ripple in her belly while her tautly swaying breasts jiggled from the buffeting her naked body was undergoing. She felt Slapsy Jim behind her reach up over the quivering roundness of her upthrust buttocks and dig his thick fingers into the tenderness of her waist to pull her back still closer around his slavering tongue.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh! It feels ... soooo ... good!" she mewled again as the gangster laved his warm wet mouth deeper into her excitedly swollen pussy, expanding the fleshy pink crevice with every tantalizing lick he took. Oh Lord, how the man was debasing her! Treating her like one of his whores he'd picked up out of the gutter! A strange masochistic pleasure sparked through her loins at the wicked thought she was being abused far worse than her twin sister had been, for after he had licked and tongued her to total defeat, he would rape her with sadistic pleasure, and she would not even be able to put up the little amount of fight that Sherry had! The virginal fourteen year old wanted to be destroyed by his mouth and cock; she wanted to be sucked and fucked until she could never walk again! The obscene subjugation of her helplessly drugged form kneeling on the floor was driving her wild with lustinciting sensations!
"Ohhhhhh yes! Yes, Slapsy!" she suddenly heard herself chant uncontrollably through her lust-contorted lips, the rhythm of his skewering tongue embedded so hotly in her cunt too much to resist. "Suck my pussy! Suck my pussy ... sooooogooooooddddd!"
And so lost were she, Slapsy Jim, and her sister Sherry in their carnal bliss, that none of them heard an automobile pulling up outside....
... Harry quietly turned off the motor. He sat there for a moment staring at Slapsy Jim's new Lincoln Continental parked in front of him, his body suddenly tensing and a cold sweat starting up on his chest and under his arms.
Delores said: "Round one goes for me," and laughed throatily, "he's still here.... probably having seconds ... "
"You fucking slut!" he snarled. "Just because Slapsy Jim's car is still here doesn't mean they're doing anything!"
"Doesn't it?" Delores asked. "Well, suppose we just have that little look to find out, hmm?"
"Suppose we do just that!" Harry replied angrily, opening the car door and starting up the driveway. When Delores had caught up with him, he said: "There's a path that goes around the side of the house opposite the living room porch. We'll go that way, and the kitchen door should be unlocked."
As they followed the path silently around the side of his house, Harry felt very uncomfortable at the idea of sneaking in to look at what was going on. If Slapsy Jim ever caught him doing that and especially with Delores along, he feared he'd not be able to run fast or far enough away to escape the gangster's wrath. Slapsy Jim's anger could be a very fatal diseasefor others! But damnit, Harry thought as he opened the kitchen door and slipped inside with Delores, here he was talked into something again, just like he was always allowing himself to be. Besides, his curiosity was provoked, as well as his pride in his stepchildren! He wanted to disprove Delores' filthy allegations, and this was the only way!
They reached the other side of the kitchen, Delores slipping out of her shoes while Harry untied his own. Then, walking on bare feet, they-edged down the hallway toward the well-lighted living room. Just as Harry reached a position where he could see through the entranceway, a loud, wailing voice penetrated his ears, a voice that was recognizable even in its impassioned state.
Kathie's voice, the voice of his fifteen year old stepdaughter was crying out: "Suck my pussy! Suck my pussy goooddddd!"
What the hell? Harry thought, stepping closer.
He took one wild, blinding glimpse, and his jaw dropped like shattered glass. His face grew beet red as he stared at the incredulous sight of Slapsy Jim's bobbing head almost completely absorbed by the writhing, nakedly undulating buttocks of Kathie, his tongue twirling at the youngster's wetly matted pubic fleece and pink, widespread vaginal crevice. The edges of her developing pussy slit quivered as the naked man clung greedily to them, nipping them, licking them, sliding his lips from the apex of the girl's throbbing clitoris to the tenderly peeking pink bud of her hairless little anus.
And Sherry! There was his other blonde-haired brat gyrating naked as a jaybird while she watched them, fingering herself as if her hand was Slapsy Jim's hard, trembling erection! Jesus Christ, what kind of perverts had the gambler turned his stepdaughters into? What had he done to seduce and molest them this way? Illogical rage filtered through Harry, and he clenched his fists with hurt and chagrin. He didn't think of how he'd once let himself believe nothing would happen, or if it did, that it really wouldn't matter. He didn't remember how he'd rationalized the trade of his stepchildren for his debts and the chance to fuck Delores. No, the actual perverted sight of what he'd allowed hit him purely emotionally, not sensibly, and he was overwhelmed with the perverse desire to get back at his daughter's corrupter. He had to!
But how? He tried to clear his head and think clearly, the torment of his despair and the alcohol he'd consumed confusing his mind. He knew he wanted to intervene and put an end to the wanton debauchery of his two young girls, but should he yell? Or run in and tear them apart without another word? But as he continued to stare in stupefied indecision, Harry found himself caught in increasingly mixed emotions. As repelled and angered as he was, he was becoming more and more aroused by the very lewdness of the actions. My God, how could he not react erotically to the wet sucking noises coming from Slapsy Jim's mouth as he plundered Kathie's succulent little pussy, and the savage cries of delight coming from Sherry as she watched and screwed herself with her finger-fucking hand? Delores had been right again: his stepdaughters were women, hot-blooded women writhing and twisting in the throes of sexual pleasure, and Harry felt his own penis involuntarily throb against his pants in obscene response to them. His testicles felt swollen and aching, and he could feel his breath becoming heated as gradually the prurient sensations overcame his initial sense of horror and loathing at watching his teenage twins enjoying themselves with an older man.
"Christ!" he whispered shakily to Delores beside him. "I ... I can't take much more of this!"
"I can't either," Delores moaned. Her breath was panting and her hands were shaking so badly that she wasn't sure she could control them. "Let's join in, Harry. Come on, I want more of that wonderful cock of yours!"
"Delores, no ... I can't! Jesus! Not with my step kids out there and Slapsy Jim, too!
We can't just walk in there!"
"Here, then! Here in the hallway so we can still watch!" She licked her lips hungrily as she grinned down at the bulge in Harry's pants. "I can see you want to. I can tell.
Your prick is hard as a steel rod!"
"Noo, no...." Harry tried to protest, excitedly aware that Delores was taking no notice of his denials, but was working on her clothing, her skirt and blouse becoming puddles of color on the floor of the hall. He tensed as she unbuttoned his shirt and drew it off, even squeezing his thighs together to allow the passionate girl to slide his wetly stained undershorts down his quivering legs. They were naked now, as naked as the two adolescents and Slapsy Jim only a few feet away ... but did they dare do more? Lord, did they actually dare...? Then Delores was crouching down on her hands and knees the way Kathie was, and Harry felt the heat of his urgent arousal rising like a raging storm in his loins. He heard her plead: "Fuck me from behind, Harry. Fuck me from behind so we can watch everybody else at the same time!"
"Yeah ... Yeah!" Harry murmured, the lewd words Delores used too much for him to overcome. He kneeled down behind the full round moons of her naked buttocks as they wavered in the dark before him. He could feel the moist opening of her clasping pussy as with his fingers he guided his thick rigid cock straight up between her obscenely parted thighs. He paused a moment to part the soft curls of her brunette pubic hair, now moist with excited secretions, and then with one long stroke, he smoothly rammed his lusting hardness all the way up Delores' hotly waiting cunt to the cushiony tip of her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance in the hungrily welcoming woman he was fucking, and Harry could feel the smooth, wet walls of her vagina clasping around his hard-driving penis so moistly and firmly that it almost drove him to orgasm then!
"Ahhhhh," Delores sighed in a very low voice, feeling her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep into her desperately yearning womb. Her nakedly kneeling body followed Harry as he began to fuck harder up into her, her lewdly stretched buttocks moving in wild abandoned undulations before him. "Ohhhhh yes! Yes Harry, fuck me good while we watch your daughters getting it! Ahhhhh...!"
In the other room Kathie continued to moan in lewd delight as she hunched before the frantically licking gangster. She thrashed and shivered in obscene cadence to his lashing tongue buried so deeply in her frantically pulsating cunt, and clenched her eyes tightly together while grinding her naked hips back over his greedy mouth, pressing her milking cuntal crevice against his lips in a lewd kiss of lust. Crazy electric sensations rocketed through her hotly quivering body with every nibble and taunt of Slapsy Jim's face against her steaming vaginal flesh. God, his exploring tongue was like a wriggling penis velvety prodding up between her open pussy and puckered anus! Penis ... God, cock! That's what she had to have now! His delightful cock!
"Fuck me, fuck me now," she hissed back at the gangster.
"You want it, little girl?" Slapsy Jim teased cruelly.
"Yes, oh yes!" she cried out. "I want your cock in me!"
He grinned triumphantly at her eagerness, knowing that in a few seconds she'd be singing another tune even louder. He knelt up behind her smoothly rounded young buttocks and worked the massive blunt head of his penis against the nakedly exposed lips of her saliva lubricated anus, doubting that in her inferno of desire she was even aware that he was going to fuck her in the rectum. And then Kathie felt his foreskin being stretched as his long, thick shaft was slowly pressured forward into the narrow quivering tunnel of her tongue-moistened anus.
"Ohhhhh!" she grunted in surprise. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt more before it gets better," Slapsy Jim replied gleefully. "But don't worry, you'll end up enjoying it just like your sister enjoyed it in the cunt! You'll get to love it in the ass, you'll see!"
"Oh God!" she groaned. "No, I won't! I can't! It hurts too much! Please, fuck me the way you did Sherry! I can't take it like this!"
"Push back, kiddo," the older gangster commanded heatedly. "And tell me you don't love my prick in your ass five minutes from now!"
God, I'm skewered like a barbecued roast! she thought as he surged even deeper up into her vainly resisting little rectum. His immense cock, even larger in its second erection, rammed through her tight elastic opening and soared with merciless force into Kathie's virginal rectum, forcing the hotly clinging walls of rubbery flesh before it like an impossibly huge, destructive instrument of torture, burying itself up her defenselessly upturned anal channel until the savage pain blanketed her immature brain with excruciating agony.
The man's only answer was a lewd, contemptuous chuckle, and she dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip to try not to show the agony she felt, humiliated and bruised enough without his laughing taunts. To be fucked in the ass! God, how low had she fallen? And she was still a virgin in the other hole between her legs! Oh, the misery! Oh, the shame! But for all her pain and torment, the young girl began to find a small degree of erotic stimulation from his fucking her in the rectum as her belly became slightly accustomed to his thrusting cock. She felt oddly wet between her buttocks and her throbbing vaginal lips below-wet and morbidly ashamed, for she was being sodomized in front of her twin sister and knew it. She tried to concentrate on this horridly shameful fact, but as Slapsy Jim pumped jolt after jolt into her, she found that she was automatically squirming back on his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her shamelessly aroused young body, moving her firmly rounded young hips back in tiny welcoming circles as if she were actually delighting in his bestial invasion.
With strange reversal of all she'd previously held sacred, the pain and misery faded from the youngster's mind, to be replaced by a weird, masochistic desire for more. It began to tingle through her loins, bringing her clitoris erect and quivering, the nipples of her distended breasts to hardness, and her wide-stretched rectum to a delightfully heated tunnel of pleasurable sensations. Her hips ground back with enjoyment, and with each forward heave of the hotly throbbing penis up into her rectal passage, Kathie was finding she was looking forward to the next surge. Slapsy Jim's cock was doing wonderful things to her, and she began to revel in the spiraling excitement that was churning in her loins more and more.
Dear God, she was loving it! She was finding absolute lust in being fucked in the ass, just like he promised her she would! Deliriously she called back: "Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me in the ass!"
"Hump back harder!" Slapsy Jim yelled at her. "Ohh, kiddo, move that ass of yours!"
"Yes! Yes!" Make me cum when you do!" Kathie heard herself say, wallowing deeper and deeper in the whole degenerate orgy. "Fuck me until we both cummmmm!"
Sherry had been able to see all of the details, and had moaned in concert with Kathie's original squeals of pain when Slapsy Jim had first penetrated her twin sister's virginal anus. But now she detected that Kathie was beginning to enjoy the lewd rape of her tiny anal opening, just as she'd learned to love the gangster's fullgrown cock in her own well-fucked pussy. The sight of her sister's young body undulating in wild abandonment was too much for the girl, and as she continued to watch the obscene ravishment, she found that she was responding with the same rising desire as she'd felt when Slapsy Jim had been sucking Kathie's vaginal slit.
Her belly churned and a tremendous charge of sensual emotion poured over her. Oh God, how could she not respond to it!
The naked fifteen year old twin couldn't stop the excitement which inundated her, and seething with renewed passion, she slipped her fingers back into the opened wet slit of her pussy, hungry now to continue playing with herself while she viewed her subserviently kneeling sister being sodomized by the brutal gangster. She took her other hand and, raising up her hips, probed lower down until one finger found the tiny puckered anal canal below her tingling, sperm-wet cunt. Her secretions and Slapsy Jim's cum had lubricated the sensitive opening, and she wormed her finger salaciously through the clenching sphincter muscle, wincing from the slight pain. But then the pain seemed to vanish and a new, surprising pleasure billowed up from between her open thighs. Sherry ground her outstretched middle finger further into her anus until her entire palm was flat against her buttocks, and then she wriggled her hips back and forth unabashedly to be able to finger-fuck herself in both orifices simultaneously. Her own fingers pumping deeply in her hotly aroused vagina and rectum, Sherry stared with fervent eyes on her twin sister's churning ass-cheeks, soaking up the unbelievably lewd sight of the older man's long thick cock pistoning in and out of Kathie's tight little anus.
... And staring from the dark hallway, Delores watched with mesmerized eyes while Harry savagely skewered his lust-hardened penis into her unquenchable cunt. The sight of first Kathie and then Sherry going stark raving mad with pain and pleasure was simply too much for the brunette girl to take! She had to have it just as they were having it! Nothing else would suddenly do for her!
Delores desperately arched her naked loins up, dislodging Harry's still driving cock from her wetly throbbing cunt. She looked back at him, groaning eagerly: "Stuff it in my ass if you can! Quick! Shove your pecker into my ass the way Slapsy Jim is fucking your stepdaughter!"
Harry needed no further encouragement. He gripped her squirming, sweat-streaked buttocks with one hand and placed his throbbing wet cock up against her tight anal opening with his other, holding her naked body steady as he thrust forward with all his might.
"Ohhh! Uggghhh!" Delores groaned, fighting to keep from screaming out. She hadn't realized it would hurt this much! But she didn't have time to reconsider. Harry locked her tightly to him with both hands on her hips, his thick hardness embedded deeply up inside her quivering rectum. He plunged brutally into her belly, and after awhile, Delores found that magically it had stopped hurting so much. And as delicious sensations of newly discovered excitement began to take hold of her senses and shake her body with sensual fury, she saw through her lust-filmed eyes that the twin girls and Slapsy Jim were beginning to reach their peaks of orgasm....
"I ... I'm cumming, kiddo...!" Slapsy Jim hooted, cruelly fucking into Kathie from behind. His monstrous penis erupted with a stream of semen that burst up inside her tightly constricting rectum, and she squealed back at him: "Ohhhhh, fill me up! Fill me upppp!" She cried out incoherently as she felt the tidal wave of the older man's sperm soaring up her anal canal, and her own climax hit her with an atomic force in the pit of her stomach. The hot walls of her rectum gripped hungrily at the naked gangster's surging cock until it gave one final spasmodic belch and the last drop of cum had been squeezed from it. Her own climactic secretions gushed hotly from between her quivering legs, growing creamy and viscous with a mixture of Slapsy Jim's sperm oozing from around her sphincter muscle as it trickled lewdly down to the carpet below....
I want to cum too ... I want to cum too ... Sherry moaned over and over as she watched the vicious gambler's penis jerking into her sister's anus, filling Kathie's innocent belly with his obscene seed. And her own climax was set off then, her wideexposed cunt and anus charged with orgiastic excitement until her liquid passion was rivuleting down her own trembling inner thighs onto the carpet. She strained wildly in her release until she thought her buried fingers would be ripped off, squeezing her pussy and rectal hole with both hands tightly over and over. Then, drained and exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly.
She saw Kathie and the sodomizing Slapsy Jim collapse in a spent heap, the gangster looking as if he'd been struck by lightning, while the blonde-haired girl sprawled forward to lie on the floor. Fifteen year old Kathie's legs were spread wide apart so that the tiny pink ridges of her ravaged anus could be seen wet and gleaming when the older man slipped his softening penis from her tightly clasping rectum.
Kathie turned and looked directly at her sister Sherry, and a blissful smile creased her exhausted features. Sherry smiled back, and those two smiles said more than a thousand words of explanation could have conveyed, a mute message that the twins knew that it was just fine now. They both knew each other for what they'd become tonight, and what they would go on being if given the chance. It was entirely out in the open now, and the sisters were as soul-naked as well as body-naked ... and it was all right....
But suddenlyThe peace and quiet of the satiated aftermath was abruptly shattered by an earpiercing shriek of passion. "Eiiiiieeeeeeee!" came a high-pitched shrillness from the direction of the darkened hallway. Delores was no longer able to hold back her scream of completion as she felt Harry's penis suddenly expand and begin to shoot its heatedly gushing sperm far up inside her rectum. Harry groaned as he slaved above her, pumping his churning semen up into the warm buttery depths of her anal passage and in response, Delores's own orgasm shot up until she thought she was delirious. Dear Lord, this was the wildest ever in her seven years of fucking ...!
"Eiiiiieeeehhhhhh!" she yelled out again in uncontainable delight, and when the sexdazed Harry released his hands from her hips, she slithered from around his deflating penis to flop dazedly on the floor. He caught a glimpse of the widestretched crevice between her buttocks, gleaming now with his cum in the shadowed light cast faintly from the living room.
Delores' uncontrollable cry of orgasm, loud and tremulous as it was, didn't pass by Harry's fractured mind, even as his climax ejaculated into her rectum like speeding bullets. He had temporarily ignored his fears of being discovered as he'd bucked and jerked against the wildly straining girl before him, but now, as her screams of completion reverberated through the house and she slipped forward off his rapidly dwindling cock, reality returned with shocking clarity. Stunned momentarily motionless, he remained nakedly on his knees, sitting up that way as his feelings of delicious orgasm waned and were replaced by another emotion, by a sense of something worse. Fear.
He looked directly ahead of him into the living room, and there, all staring back with eyes wide as saucers, were his two nakedly displayed stepdaughters and the evil Slapsy Jim.
"Step-Daddy!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kathie Dobson had been the first to react to Delores's cries of delight. She pivoted around on the carpet, unaware for a split second who had seen the three of them in their lewd triple climax just now, her mind shattered with the fright of being caught this way. Then, with terrifying clarity, she recognized the figure of her stepfather in the hallway.
"Step-Daddy!" she yelped.
"Oh no!" Sherry groaned. To be discovered like this by their stepfather! Oh God, this was the worst thing imaginable, and shaking the vestiges of her satiation from herself, she thought wildly of how to escape. Then her inexperienced emotions took another tumble as she saw her stepfather as he really was, not standing in gapingeyed horror at his stepchildren's indiscretions and ready to kill Slapsy Jim for having molested thembut as Harry Dobson really was! On his knees, perched shamefaced over the body of a strange naked girl!
Kathie, too, comprehended then the whole incredibly obscene situation, seeing her stepfather's long, reddened, and glistening penis hovering like a divining rod above the still quivering buttocks of a brunette teenager not much older in years than she!
In a single blinding flash, both twins realized that he'd been watching them being depravedly corrupted, while he fucked this other girl in some lascivious sexual encounter.
Harry tottered upright, stumbling forward in abject humiliation. Even though he had caught his stepchildren naked and wanton, he knew now that it hadn't given him the right to do what he'd done with Delores. "Look, let me explain ... "
"You've been out there all the time!" Sherry gasped in horror. "You've been out there all the time, and never tried to save us!"
"You got your kicks seeing us raped and humiliated!" Kathie accused in horror. "God, you're worse than Slapsy!"
"I hate you! I hate you!" Sherry screamed in that overly righteous indignation only those who are guilty can muster. She whirled around, tears of loathing, hurt, and shame streaming in a torrent down her cheeks, and if it hadn't been for the quick, strong hand of Slapsy Jim restraining her, she would have fled from the room.
"Not so fast, kiddo," the naked gangster growled from his sitting position on the carpet. "The evening's still not over."
"Slapsy...." Harry faltered, his mouth parched dry. "Look, about Delores ... "
"Fuck Delores," Slapsy Jim snapped as if dismissing her from the conversation, and then he added with a lewd chuckle: "Which is what you've been doing, so I see.
Harry, I don't know what got into that pinpointed head of yours to come back and spy on us, but that ain't what's important now."
"It ... It's not?"
"Let me go!" Sherry whimpered, writhing in his grasp. "Let me go!"
"Shut-up, you!" the gangster snarled menacingly, and then said to Harry: "Looks like we've got the makings of a sweet little orgy, I'd say. I mean, Delores is enough of a twist to take us both on together all night long, but hell, we've got your two stepdaughters handy and just starting to turn on, and it'd be a damn waste of good flesh to see all of this go to shame. Whaddya say, Harry? Break out some more of my booze, and we'll have a nice, long party, and hell ... come to think about it, one of the twins ain't been punctured in the pussy yet!"
Kathy sucked in her breath, realizing that Slapsy Jim was referring especially to her.
She couldn't reply at first, the only burning thought reeling through her mind that she simply couldn't willingly let this horrible gangster take her virginity now, not in front of her own stepfather! She heard with ringing ears as the man who'd been her and Sherry's guardian all these years cleared his throat, blinking his eyes with indecision.
"Well, I don't know, Slapsy Jim ... "
"I won't let you!" she hissed violently at the gangster. "I won't let you get near me ever again!" She-edged away from him, eyes wide with horror and fury.
"Come here, bitch," Slapsy Jim commanded. "If I say you're going to fuck, you'll fuck.
If I say you're going to suck, you'll suck. And the same goes for your twin sister!"
It snapped then, the spontaneous bursting in Kathie's head that crashed the ugliness of the situation down over her mind with shattering force. She knew she had to get out, to run and run and never return, and spinning on her heel, she darted for the door. Slapsy leaned back and snagged her with his free hand. She turned and twisted in his grip, biting his hand as hard as she could. His howl of rage was only dim in her ears and her brain pounded with the insane, single desire to run ... run . .
.
Slapsy Jim clutched at her foot, but she was already racing naked for the front door, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from fear and exertion.
"Jesus, get her, Harry!" she heard behind her, and then she was at the door, charging outside and down the lawn and then along the empty, dark street....
"Damn, she always was fast," Harry panted as he stood naked by the door of his house. He watched the retreating form of his nude stepdaughter as she dashed away. "What are we going to do, Slapsy Jim?"
"We've got to get her!" the gangster snarled. "Christ, we can't let her get away so she can blab about this!"
"But ... we can't go out like this!" Harry protested. "We'd get arrested for indecent exposure!" He looked back into the living room, and the cluster of naked people.
Slapsy Jim still held Sherry by her wrist, and Delores was standing fearfully toward the back, one hand pressed to her throat in a gesture of apprehension.
Harry whined, "What are we going to do...?"
... Kathie Dobson whimpered and cried as she ran along the street, sped on by the knowledge of what would happen if Slapsy Jim caught her, and the single idea made her uncaring that she was without clothing, without pride, without anything other than terror. Her legs felt as if made of rubber, and her breath was coming in short pantings as she reached the first intersection. She dashed across the road, not seeing the headlights of a slowly cruising automobile, or hearing the sudden screech of brakes.
"Hey!" came a harsh masculine voice in surprise, and then the slam of a car door.
Kathie just kept on running ... only to be clutched by two hands that held her like steel traps.
"No! NO, no more!" she wailed frantically, terror-strickenly twisting and squirming to break away. But the hands and arms swallowed her waist in a massive bear-hug, almost choking the breath from her lungs. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Easy there! Easy there, girl! We're the police!"
"Wh-what? Th-The police?"
"On neighborhood patrol," a second man's voice said out of the mercifully dark night, and then a flashlight beam shown in her face. "Hey, Clyde, I know her! She's one of the Dobson girls!"
"Get a blanket from the car, O'Malley. We can't have her running around naked like this." Clyde, the first patrolman, eased his grip somewhat, though still unsure if she'd try to break away. His voice was low but grave. "Now, what's this all about?"
Kathie couldn't stop herself from sobbing wildly now, weeping convulsively as if drained of all her energy. Her words came out strangled and incomplete. "StepDaddy ... Oh God, no more ... No more there. Up the street, Step-Daddy and Slapsy Jim ... "
"Slapsy Jim Rule!" O'Malley snarled, throwing a warm blanket around the naked girl's shoulders. "How I'd love to hang a rap on that bastard!"
"M-my sister ... they've got her. He'll ... He'll do awful ... awful ... things to her. He's already raped her ... and me...." Clyde led the grieving girl to the squad car and gently placed in the back seat. He turned to his partner, face set in hardness. "O'Malley, drive up the street to the Dobson house. I think we better look into this."
"Right."
"And O'Malley?"
"Yeah?"
"Check your gun. I've a feeling Slapsy Jim isn't going to like our breaking in on his little party."
