In today's society, the agonies of rape go beyond the act of a woman's violent ravagement. In many rape cases, there is as much mental anguish for the victim who seeks justice as there is physical suffering-the humiliation of a sordid police investigation, cold-hearted medical observations, and harsh legal procedures have made today's rape victim feel more ashamed than if she had chosen to remain silent.
RAPING AUNT LINDA is the story of Linda Davis, a woman violently defiled by several men in a teen-age gang. She is a strong-hearted woman who decides to by-pass the agonies of bringing her defilers to justice. Fearful for her life, she submits to her tormentors' every whim, and is dragged into a whirlpool of shame and degradation from which there seems no escape.
RAPING AUNT LINDA-a novel mirroring some of the problems and struggles in America today.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Davis sat in the airport waiting room and watched the people around her with deep envy. Everyone seemed to be in pairs but her. They were young couples, too, reminding her bitterly of her thirty-five years. She wondered if she'd ever have a man of her own again-and she sighed with barely suppressed longing.
Five years since her divorce, and she was still alone. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Her body ached for a man's touch.
"Flight 453 from Chicago, now landing at gate number seven ..."
Linda got to her feet and scanned the entrance door. A new era in her life was about to begin, though not by her choosing. She wondered what kind of mother she'd make for an orphaned teen-age boy.
A month ago her sister Betty had been killed in a car crash, leaving one child, Kyle. Linda hadn't seen Betty in years and had never been very close to her older sister, so it came as a surprise-and a shock-when she learned that the courts had put the boy in her custody. Suddenly Linda was the mother of a sixteen-year-old.
Linda had no children of her own and was pretty nervous about the prospect of acquiring one so late in her life. She had a comfortable little routine, a nice job as a secretary, a cozy apartment. Kyle would be a serious disruption, a burden.
Nevertheless, she vowed to take good care of her nephew. After all, poor little boy, it wasn't his fault he was an orphan. Passengers from the Chicago flight began to crowd through the door, and Linda anxiously scanned them. She had no idea what Kyle looked like. She'd only had time to send him her photo so he could recognize her.
"Aunt Linda?" Linda whirled and gawked in amazement. Oh, no, she thought, I can't handle THIS! He was sixteen, all right, no doubt about that.
But for sixteen he was remarkably mature. The boy eagerly facing her was an inch or so taller than she was, muscular, poised, and incredibly handsome. He was not the "poor little boy" she'd expected.
"Kyle?" she said uncertainly.
"Wow," he said, grinning, "you're beautiful."
Linda blushed. She'd been almost tempted to reply, "So are you ..."
The family resemblance was strong. Linda and Kyle had the same glowing blond hair, bright blue eyes, and healthy tan skin. There could be no doubt that they were aunt and nephew. But he was looking at her like he might look at a desirable woman, a girl his own age.
"Well," Linda said with a nervous smile, "let's get your luggage and get out of here. I hate airports."
"Right on," Kyle said. "I'm anxious to see my new home."
Linda led the way through the teeming unfamiliar airport, and Kyle followed, his acute blue eyes studying his aunt's figure. He took in her long shapely legs, deliciously revealed by her short dress, the sway of her hips, her tiny waist. He watched her long gleaming blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders. When they'd met, he'd had time to notice her breasts, too, ripe and full and firm. Kyle definitely approved of his new "mother".
Maybe being an orphan wasn't so bad after all.
* * *
"It's not much of a place," Linda said, indicating the small but well-furnished apartment. "I suppose you're used to more room."
Kyle laughed and tossed his jacket on the sofa. "Are you kidding? This is a palace compared to what Mom and I had."
Linda looked at him curiously. "Kyle, perhaps you know that your mother and I were never very close. She was a lot older than me, and we didn't get along too well. I've always wondered about her life ... "
Kyle looked bitter for a moment. "There's not much to tell," he said. "My Dad ran out when I was a baby. Mom worked as a waitress to support us. We had a one-room dump in an old apartment building. You're rich compared to us."
"Oh, Kyle, I'm sorry," said Linda. "Let's not talk about it any more. I'll get us some lunch. You must be hungry."
"Now you're talking," he said with a grin.
Linda didn't know what to make of her nephew. On the other hand, he seemed like a handsome, charming teen-age boy, perfectly normal. On the other hand, there was something disturbingly mature about him, as if he were too wise and bitter for his years. It frightened her. Would she be able to cope with this boy?
"You'll be starting school tomorrow, Kyle," she told him. "It's a good school, only a few blocks from here. I think you'll like it."
Kyle shrugged. "I never did so hot in school," he said, "but I'll try. See, I always had to work in Chicago, so I didn't get much time to study."
"Well, that's over," said Linda. "I make enough money to support us both. You can improve your grades, make something of yourself."
Kyle looked at her strangely, and grinned.
After lunch she suggested that he have a bath and get his gear stowed away in the extra room. Linda went to her own room to change her clothes. The long ride from Los Angeles to her little town had been hot and dusty. She sighed wearily as she slowly took off her clothes, wishing she hadn't had this abrupt change in her life.
Linda idly passed before the full-length mirror on her closet door, then stopped to look at herself. She really didn't look thirty-five years old, she decided. Her figure was still firm and supple. She slowly unhooked her bra and let her large creamy breasts slope into their natural shape. They hardly sagged at all. Her small pink nipples poked out from the very center of the milky globes.
Fascinated with her image, Linda slowly eased down her panties. The golden curls of her cunt sprang crisply into view. Her ex-husband used to like to tell her what a pretty snatch she had, and she knew it was true. The little patch of pubic curls was small, triangular, and dainty.
Linda stepped out of her panties and eyed her naked figure.
Kyle was right. She was beautiful.
Why, then, couldn't she find a man? Linda had debated this question many times in the five lonely years since her divorce. She knew some of the answers: living in a small town where most of the men were married, having a job that didn't bring her into contact with many men, being past the age when most girls married. Still, with her looks . ..
"Oh, hell," she said bitterly.
What was the point in speculating? She only knew that she needed a man desperately and that she wasn't finding any. Night after night her body ached for a partner, for someone to appease her incessant lust, the deep burning need in her pussy. And all she could do was relieve herself with her own fingers.
Still standing before the mirror, contemplating her naked golden beauty, Linda slowly moved her hands over her body, feeling the soft silky globes of her big ripe tits, the satin hardness of her belly, the soft springy curls of her pussy. She eased a finger inside the curly, plump lips and touched the hard pearl of her clit.
"No..."
She wasn't alone any more. She had to be careful now. Could she risk rubbing her ever-hungry joy-button, quickly bringing herself off? She needed it badly. Her cunt burned with excitement, and she felt her plump pussylips moistening with arousal. It would feel so nice.
"Ummmm ..."
She rubbed her finger gently back and forth over the little red lump of her clit. Sharp sensations of pleasure radiated through her loins, and her starved cunt boiled with need. Just a few strokes, she told herself, just enough to come. Kyle was in the bath, she could get away with it.
In the mirror she saw the rich pink of her inner cuntlips, her finger rubbing gently and lovingly over the scarlet nub of her ripe clit. A bright rivulet of cunt-juice trickled lazily down her thigh. Her expert finger rubbed harder, faster. It was good, it would work, but, oh, God, how much better it would feel to have a stiff long cock inside her.
Five years. Five years since she'd been fucked. The very thought made her moan with frustration.
She rubbed her finger more briskly back and forth over her wet, rubbery clit, and big bursts of pleasure rocked her body. Creamy fragrant pussy-juice boiled in her aroused cunt and trickled down her inner thighs. She tried to imagine that a man was about to make love to her, his cock rigidly stiff and thick.
"Yesss ..." she murmured.
She slid her stiff finger deeper between her tensed thighs till she was rimming the dripping mouth of her hot, aroused cunt. She started to slip her finger inside herself, when she suddenly sensed that she wasn't alone in the room. Her blue eyes widened in alarm, and she glanced into her mirror.
She saw Kyle standing in the doorway of her room.
He was naked and grinning.
Linda blushed all the way down to her toes. She was so embarrassed, so horrified at being caught like that, that for a moment she couldn't even move. Then she slowly turned to face her nephew.
He'd been on his way from the bathroom to his own room, but how had he seen her? She was almost certain she'd closed her door. Would he spy on her?
Linda's blush deepened as she studied her teenage nephew. He was lounging nonchalantly in the doorway, an appreciative grin on his handsome young face. His modishly long blond hair was fresh and curly after his bath, his tan skin gleaming with youth and health. Naked, he was even more attractive than before.
Helplessly attracted, Linda studied his firm-muscled young arms and legs, the scant golden hairs of his chest, the thicker patch of golden curls at the base of his belly. And his cock. His naked young cock.
Even in the flaccid state it was long and thick. She saw immediately that this sixteen-year-old was better hung than her husband had been. But then Jerry was the only man she'd ever balled, and she didn't have much experience with cocks. She only knew that Kyle looked delicious to her, his pale prick waving loosely, lazily, before his rosy round young balls.
Her famished pussy contracted in a spasm of lust that almost made her moan aloud, and a hot burst of cunt-cream oozed down her thigh. It brought her to her senses. My God, what was the matter with her? She was lusting for her own sixteen-year-old nephew!
"Kyle," she said hoarsely, "don't come into my room without knocking. I insist on that."
His grin broadened. "Sure, Aunt Linda, whatever you want. Only I'm glad I did it this time. Think what I would have missed."
Linda blushed deeply and folded her arms over her naked breasts.
"Please, Kyle," she said, "go get dressed."
He didn't move. His bright blue eyes swept over her lush body.
"What's the hurry?" he said. "We've got all day."
"Kyle, please ..." Linda, thoroughly alarmed now, took a step backwards.
Kyle followed her into the room. "You really are beautiful, you know," he said. "I never expected that. I thought you'd be old and used up, like my mother. I never thought I'd luck out like this."
What did he mean? Linda's heart fluttered with panic. Just as at the airport, he was looking at her like a desirable woman, someone he could have. But that was unthinkable. She was twenty years older than him; she was his blood aunt.
"Kyle, I insist-go to your room and get dressed," Linda said shrilly.
"Make me," Kyle said.
Now she knew what had bothered her about the boy-the fear that she wouldn't be able to control him. He was bigger than her, stronger, and he was cocky and defiant. My God, what was she going to do?
"Kyle," she said, "let's get something straight from the start. I didn't ask to take you in. I'm willing to do it, to help you, but only if you behave. If you give me trouble, I'll just have to find you a foster home. You'd better decide what you want."
"Auntie," he grinned, advancing another step toward her, "I know exactly what I want."
Linda found her eyes helplessly fixed on his gently waving white prick, which seemed long and deliriously fat even in its soft state. The boy was circumcised, his floppy cock ending in a dark red, gleaming head. His balls were rosy, firm, and completely hairless, wonderfully pure and attractive to her.
Again she felt a surge of lust for him, a hot boiling sensation in her belly, and she desperately told herself to stop, to get control of her feelings. Trembling, she backed away from her grinning nephew.
"Kyle, I'm not kidding."
"Neither am I, Linda," he said.
She felt her legs touching the bed, and before she could arrest her motion, she stumbled and sat down heavily on the edge. Kyle laughed and put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her there. His blue eyes eagerly scanned the big wobbling globes of her ripe mature tits, the pretty little strawberry-colored nipples.
"You've got the most beautiful boobs I ever saw," he said.
"Oh, I suppose you've seen lots of them," Linda said harshly.
He didn't like being mocked. "As a matter of fact, Auntie," he snapped, "I have. Kids grow up fast in our neighborhood."
He reached out and cupped one of her big, creamy, warm tits, squeezing, it gently but expertly. Linda gasped. To her alarm, it felt good to be touched like that, and she had to force herself to seize his wrist and push him away.
Kyle easily resisted her, his hot hand firmly glued to her hot, ripe breast. "I'm no virgin, Auntie," he said huskily. "I can do good things for you. I saw what you were doing in front of the mirror. I know you need it."
"Kyle! My God!" Linda cried. "Don't even suggest such a thing! I'm your aunt."
"So what?" he said nonchalantly. "What difference does that make?"
Linda shook her head in confusion. Hadn't the boy ever heard of incest? "B-but I'm too old for you," she stammered.
"Like hell," Kyle said. "I don't care how old you are. You look good to me." He pushed her back on the bed, and the next thing she knew, he was lying beside her, pawing her, his breath coming hot and fast.
"Come on, Linda," he moaned, "be good to me. I haven't been laid in two weeks."
"Oh, God," Linda sobbed.
She'd gone to the airport expecting to meet a little boy. Instead she had a horny young man on her hands, a teen-ager who wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Yet what else could she say but no? She was supposed to be his adopted mother. She couldn't very well fuck him.
She put her hands against his strong young shoulders and pushed as hard as she could. "Kyle, I mean it!" she cried. "I won't do it! I'm going to be your mother, and-"
"My MOTHER?" Kyle burst into loud laughter. "You gotta be kidding, lady. My real mother couldn't control me, so how do YOU expect to? Come on, Linda, give it up. You and I could have a real good time together, if you'd just drop this phony act."
"Phony?" Linda said indignantly, still trying to push him away. "I'm not being phony. I will not make love to my own nephew. I will not-"
"Aw, bullshit," said Kyle. "You're horny, and you know it. I can take care of you, Linda.
Nobody has to know."
She saw him swooping down at her, and she pushed with all her strength against his shoulders, but Kyle was far too strong for her. His mouth closed over hers, and she felt his slick hot tongue penetrating her mouth. His firm young body pressed tight against hers.
"Umpf!" she protested.
Still kissing her hard, he rolled on top of her, pinning her down on the bed. She felt his hard young chest flattening her trembling breasts, his fuzzy groin rubbing her tender cunt. One firm young hand slid under her bare, quivering ass, pulling her up tight against him.
On her thigh she felt his cock, his delicious young cock, growing suddenly hard and stiff.
"Kyle, NO!"
Linda jerked her mouth away from his kiss and began to struggle. She didn't want to hurt him, but she would if it was necessary to stop this hideous incestuous scene. Her hand shot for his face, her sharp nails aimed at his cheek. Kyle laughed and seized her wrists, pinning them behind her with one hand.
"Oh, God, Kyle, please stop," Linda sobbed. He was sitting on her legs, holding her wrists, and she was helplessly pinned.
"Why?" he taunted. "Why should I stop? You got me hard now, Linda. Look."
She looked, as if mesmerized. His prick was hugging his flat belly in a fierce erection, the head suffused almost purple. The pale shaft of his penis was stretched and bloated, blue veins standing out in a fine tracery. A bright bubble of cock-juice oozed from the dark slit-mouth of his glans.
Linda ogled his fiercely erect young prick, and she felt a dizzying wave of lust melting her loins. How good it would feel to have that stiff young dick inside her. Five years was a long time.
"Nooooo," she whimpered.
Kyle's free hand suddenly clamped down on her moist cunt-hair, gently kneading the golden fuzz. "You got a beautiful pussy, too," he said. "I never seen a real blonde one before."
Linda moaned and sobbed helplessly as her nephew explored her seething snatch. His strong hard fingers parted the plump furry lips of her cunt and uncovered the red pearl of her clit. He ran the tip of his finger over her ultrasensitive little bud, and she moaned helplessly as the delicious sensations melted her belly. Dammit, it felt so good when he touched her there.
Kyle grinned when he noted her reaction. He slipped his finger deeper between her tensed thighs and touched the hot hair-fringed mouth of her cunt, twirling his finger lazily in the wet opening. Again Linda moaned with helpless pleasure, and a big glob of pussy-juice spat from her aroused cunt and soaked his fingers.
"Oh, Jesus," he chuckled, "what're you holding out for, baby? You're wet down here, soaked. You want it so bad, you can hardly hold still."
Linda blushed with shame. It was true. She wanted a man so badly, she was lusting for her own teen-age nephew. She felt her need almost carrying her away, beyond shame, beyond decency. She had to stop him.
"Kyle," she said hoarsely, "I swear to God, if you rape me, I'll have to put you in a foster home."
He laughed and twirled his finger again in the juicy nipping mouth of her cunt. "Who said anything about rape?" he replied.
Linda moaned and tried to twist out from under him, but his muscular legs tightened around her thighs and held her in place. His stiff finger eased slowly into her boiling, aroused cunt.
"Noooooo!" Linda wailed.
Kyle eyed her intently, grinning. "You don't like my finger in there?" he said.
"No," Linda sobbed. "My God, take it out!"
"Sure, Auntie," he said, "sure. I'll give you something better."'
Linda breathed a sigh of relief as he withdrew his soaked finger from her aroused wet cunt, only to gawk in horror when the boy forced her legs apart and sank down between her silky thighs. She felt the hard hot knob of his cock-head poking around in the mushy tissues of her pussy.
"Kyle, no, NO!" she shrieked.
With all her remaining strength, Linda struggled to twist away from him, to spoil his aim. Kyle lay heavily on her, trying to direct his rigid young prick into her elusive hair-fringed cunt-mouth. He kept jabbing, her strength waned, and then suddenly she felt it-the thick hard prod of his erect young cock slicing into her.
"Oh, no, NOOOO!" she wailed. "No, please, take it out of me! Ohhhh, OHHHHHHH!"
She was beaten, and she knew it. Her cry of protest changed to a hoarse wail of pleasure as Kyle's wonderfully thick long prick fully penetrated her. It'd been five long agonizing years since she'd felt a cock inside her, and it was just too good to resist.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhhh, God . .. "
She hated herself, but she just couldn't stop. She needed to fuck too badly. She let her legs fall open, limp and inviting, allowed the boy to thrust his hot, rigid meat all the way to her seething womb. She felt her pussy-juice boiling around him in helpless floods of welcome. She threw her arms around his handsome young body and arched her pussy hungrily upward to take in his rock-hard dick. Stunning pleasure ripped through her body as she felt his first stiff thrusts.
Kyle chuckled softly as he began to fuck her.
"Feels great, don't it, Auntie?" he taunted. "Musta been a long time since you got any."
Linda sobbed in mortification. She was ashamed to tell him how long it had been. But he was right-it had been a long time, and it felt great. Though fully conscious that she was fucking her own sixteen-year-old nephew, Linda was unable to tame her response. She creamed furiously around his impaling dick, moaned, jerked her pussy eagerly in time to his strokes.
Kyle slipped his hands under her trembling ass and kneaded the tight bulging globes. He fucked her expertly-to her astonishment-in quick, deep, sawing thrusts. He grinned wickedly as he felt her helpless floods of steamy cunt-juice all around his poking meat.
"You're like a furnace in there," he told her, "so fuckin' hot. .. awwww, Christ, it's good for me, too. So tight. I never thought a grown woman would be this tight."
So he'd never had a woman before. That much he gave away. Probably just girls his own age. Linda didn't feel flattered that she was his first adult conquest-she felt bitterly ashamed. But she couldn't stop now. She needed this delicious fuck, had to have it. She moaned hoarsely and clung to him.
"You like it, Linda?" he taunted. "Good for you?"
"Oh, God," she sobbed, "don't talk ..."
Kyle laughed and stroked deeper into her, making her gasp with joy. She hated herself for losing control like that, for showing him how much she needed it, but she was far beyond self-control. She dug her nails into her nephew's shoulders, slammed her starved pussy against his loins to take him deeper into her.
Kyle's full young balls were slapping audibly against her ass, and he was panting as he fucked her faster and faster. The searing friction, the breathtaking speed, suddenly took her right over the edge and into a body-rocking climax. She couldn't restrain her hoarse cries of bliss.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Linda wailed. "Yes, fuck me, fuck meeeeee! Oh, my God, yes, YESSSSS!"
A moment later she heard him gasp and felt the hot spurt of his jism deep in her belly.
She was dizzy for a moment, still writhing in that long-needed orgasm. Then she felt him slipping out of her, and she opened her eyes and saw her nephew lying beside her, grinning at her with a lewd knowing expression.
He reached out and tweaked one of her rosy nipples.
"Hey, Linda," he said lazily, "is it okay if I call you 'Mom'?"
CHAPTER TWO
Linda could hardly keep her mind on her work the next day, she was so horrified at what she'd done with her nephew.
She wondered what in the world could have driven her to succumb to the seduction of a sixteen-year-old boy who was her adopted son-but she already knew the answer. It was that accursed sex drive of hers.
She wondered when and how it had started. She hadn't always been like this. Sure, there'd been some normal adolescent yearning and curiosity, but when she finally satisfied that curiosity with her husband Jerry, it'd been no big deal. Fun, yes, but hardly a dominating passion.
That insatiable need for sex hadn't begun till her divorce. For five years she'd been tortured with the need for a man, driven to the point where she had to have the first one who came along-her young nephew.
Linda dreaded going home and facing Kyle. They hadn't said much that morning. He was preoccupied with his first day at a new school. But this evening there'd be plenty of time. Linda blushed at the thought. She had to make it clear to the boy that she'd never succumb to him again.
When she got home from the office, Kyle was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich. At least in that respect he was a normal teenager-he was always hungry. But in other ways, especially his astonishing sexual maturity, he was hardly typical of his age.
Kyle looked up and grinned when she walked in. "Hello, Kyle," she said as casually as she could. "How did it go at school?"
"Aw, not too bad," he said. "There's some pretty far out kids there. I think I might like it."
"Good," Linda said with relief. "Then you made some friends?"
"Yeah, a guy named Juan, and a couple of buddies of his. They seem like my kind of people," Kyle replied.
"Oh, I thought you meant girls," Linda said. If he had a girl, then maybe he'd leave his aunt alone.
Kyle laughed. "What do I need girls for, Auntie, when I've got you?"
Linda blushed deeply but turned to face him resolutely. "Kyle, I want to talk to you about that. About yesterday, I mean. It was a terrible mistake on my part, and it must never happen again. Do you understand?"
He frowned. "I understand what you're saying, but I don't like it. Jesus, Linda, what's the problem? We had a swell fuck, so what's wrong with doing it some more? I don't understand that at all."
Linda sighed. Didn't the boy have any morality at all? Couldn't he see how wrong it was?
"Kyle," she said patiently, "it's against the law to commit incest."
"What's incest?" said Kyle.
Linda began to wonder what kind of sex education her sister had given the boy-if any. "Incest," she explained, "means making it with a close relative. Like a mother doing it with her son, or-or an aunt with a nephew."
Kyle began to snicker. "So that's against the law, huh?" he said dryly.
"Yes, it is," Linda said. "We could get in big trouble."
"Wow," he said mockingly, "I wonder if my mother knew about that when she and I were balling."
"WHAT?" Linda's eyes widened in horror. "My God, Kyle, don't make sick jokes."
"I'm not joking," he said, looking at her intently. "Mom and I balled for a couple of years before she got killed."
Linda's head swam. She tried to recall her older sister, whom she hadn't seen in over twenty years. Betty had married early and left home when Linda was still a child. Vaguely, Linda recalled a pretty plumpish blonde girl, a little silly, a little wild. Could Betty have made love to her own son?
"I don't believe it," she said.
Kyle shrugged. "You don't have to. I'm just telling you. She got pretty lonely after my Dad ran out on us, and she used to drink a lot. She'd do some crazy things when she was drunk. One night when I was thirteen, she woke me up, said she was scared to sleep alone. She took me into her bed and-"
"No," Linda said quickly, "I don't want to hear about it."
She left the kitchen and went to her room to change. Her head still spun with horror and disbelief. Yet she began to understand how such a thing was possible. If Betty were like her, her sex drive coming into full force only after she'd lost her man. And if she was drunk . . . Yes, it was possible that under these heavy circumstances a woman might succumb to her own son. Just as Linda had succumbed to her own nephew. And Kyle was damnably attractive.
"Oh, God," she said aloud, "this is awful!"
She decided to take a shower in hopes of getting her mind off the subject. The cool sting of the water succeeded for a moment in blanking her mind of all disturbing thoughts. But as Linda began to soap herself, rubbing her big pointed breasts and the sensitive plump mound of her cunt, something else began to disturb her.
She realized she was horny again, achingly horny. Wouldn't that evil urge ever go away? She could have wept with frustration.
"Oh, damn, damn it all," she said wearily as she stepped from the shower.
She began to towel herself off briskly, and she didn't hear the bathroom door opening. Her first clue that she was not alone came when Kyle slipped his arms around her from behind and cupped her ripe, damp tits.
"KYLE!" she yelped.
He chuckled and clung to her. She felt the rough material of his jeans rubbing her bare ass, his firm hot hands molding her quivering breasts. "You know," he said huskily, "you remind me a lot of Mom. Blonde hair, blue eyes-only you're a lot prettier, Linda. A whole lot prettier."
"Oh, please, Kyle, let me go," Linda sobbed.
She tried to wriggle again from him, but he clung like a leech, nuzzling her damp hair, licking her neck and cheeks. His palms pressed harder against her full shaking breasts. Against her ass she could feel the growing bulge of his crotch. She thought of that wonderfully hard young prick of his, how great it had felt inside her-and she moaned as she fought for self-control.
"Anyhow, as I was saying," Kyle murmured, "when I was thirteen, she took me into her bed and started playing with my cock. She explained all about sex, what my cock was for. Then she told me she'd show me how to use it." He chuckled, remembering.
Linda shuddered. "Stop, Kyle," she said weakly. "I don't want to know about it."
He went on as if he hadn't heard her. "Of course, I knew a lot about sex already, from the kids on the street, but I didn't let on. I pretended like I didn't know anything. I sure wasn't gonna pass up a chance to get laid. See, I'd never had a girl before. So my very first fuck was my dear old Mom. And she wasn't bad, either. Not bad at all. She-"
"No!" Linda wailed.
With an unexpected burst of strength, she managed to wrench out of his embrace. She raced naked down the hall, trying to reach her bedroom and lock herself in, but Kyle laughed and ran after her, catching her just as she reached her door.
"Hey," he said, seizing her around the waist, "you didn't let me finish my story. I was gonna tell you how Mom and I got to be such good friends after we started balling. It really improved our relationship. I was thinking the same thing could happen with you and me, Auntie."
"Never!" Linda gasped. "Let go of me, Kyle! I mean it!"
He laughed again and started dragging her toward the bed.
Linda fought for self-control. His nearness, his fierce embrace, his healthy masculine scent were all driving her wild. Yet she didn't think her conscience could bear the burden of succumbing again to her own young nephew. She had to save herself from that.
She spun around and began pummeling him with her fists, tried to claw his face, but it only seemed to amuse him. The husky blond boy pushed at her shoulders and sent her sprawling onto the bed. He watched with obvious glee when her big full breasts bounced wildly. Then he dived onto the creaking bed beside her.
"You got much bigger tits than Mom did," he said admiringly.
He reached out and cupped the big quivering globes of silky flesh, molding them eagerly. He bent his head suddenly, and Linda felt the slick wet touch of his tongue on her left nipple. A dizzying burst of pleasure shot right from her nipple to her already aroused cunt. Her long-starved pussy contracted violently and grew hot and wet.
"Ummmmmm," Kyle murmured, "nice ..."
He was licking her pretty strawberry-pink nipple, flicking his tongue mischievously back and forth over the soft rosy nub. Jerry, her husband, had never done that to her, and Linda was amazed at the sharp pleasure she experienced.
She watched, dazed, as the boy's wet red tongue tickled and twirled around her naked nipple, watched her own flesh rise into sensual tautness, the nipple growing long and hard and erect. When that happened, Kyle suddenly sank his mouth around the pink protuberance and began to suck it.
"Ohhhhhh!" Linda gasped.
It felt as if there was a direct pleasure-line from her breast to her cunt. Kyle's hot wet sucking was delicious. She fought not to lose complete control of herself, her pussy churning and creaming with excitement. While her conscience screamed for her to fight him off, another part of herself said how easy and pleasant it would be to let this handsome boy become her lover.
And, God, how she needed a lover. A steady man to take care of her ceaseless burning need-she'd needed that for five years. If no one knew about Kyle, if they were discreet. . . No. No, it was wicked, impossible. She was old enough to be his mother. In fact she was supposed to be his mother.
"Kyle, please, stop," she moaned.
He lifted his golden head, leaving her nipple erect and glistening with his spit. He grinned at her. "You don't like that, huh? Okay, I'll do something else. I guarantee you're gonna like this, Auntie."
He moved fast, before she could stop him, seizing her long pretty legs and spreading them wide. Linda felt the cool air of the room on her hot pussy. She gasped in alarm, but that was all she had time to do. Then Kyle was burying his hot face right in her curly muff.
"Kyle, my God," she shouted, "what are you-OHHHHHHHH!"
The fiercest pleasure she'd ever known rocked Linda's body. Kyle had burrowed between her cuntlips and was licking her clit.
Jerry had never done that to her, either. In fact Linda was beginning to realize why her marriage hadn't been very exciting. Jerry hadn't known how to make love. All he'd ever done was roll on top of her, ball her for a moment, and roll off. No wonder she hadn't gotten too excited about sex. Jerry didn't know half the delicious things this sixteen-year-old boy was doing to her. Helplessly, Linda let her legs fall open and limp.
She could hear the faint wet sucking sound of Kyle's tongue as he licked and lapped and teased her sensitive red clit. Never had she dreamed of such pleasure. Her cunt seemed to glow with the heat of a furnace, and waves of horny cream spewed out to soak the boy's chin. She was helpless.
"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned.
Kyle heard it, and he felt the uncontrollable steamy flow of her pussy-juice. He was familiar with the signs. He'd learned a long time ago, from his insatiable mother, how to get a woman aroused. He grinned to himself, then began to circle her musky clit faster and faster with his expert tongue.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God," Linda shrilled, "oooo- OOOOO ..."
She couldn't help it. It would have killed her to make him stop now. They weren't actually fucking, she told herself, it was just innocent play. She let her legs fall open as wide as they'd go, giving him plenty of room to work. She moaned steadily, hoarsely, as she felt the delicious play of his slick tongue around and around her greedy clit.
Kyle watched his own progress. When he'd first pried open her gleaming golden cunt, her tiny clit had been flaccid and dull rose-colored. As he licked it, the little bump turned bright red with arousal and grew stiff and plump like a miniature cock. The scarlet button grew wet, dripping wet with her fragrant salty juices. He knew she was hotly aroused.
"Pretty good, huh, Auntie?" he said, chuckling. "Oh, God," Linda sobbed. "Don't..."
"Bullshit," Kyle laughed. "You want it."
"Nooooo," she moaned.
"Yeah?" the boy taunted. "Well, if you don't want it, fight me off."
Again he applied his wet, hot tongue to her clit, licking it hungrily, circling the taut red shaft. Weeping, Linda locked her fingers in his hair and started to pull his head up from her crotch. The moment his tongue left her clit, however, she stopped. She couldn't bear the absence of that incredible pleasure. With a sob of defeat, she let go of his hair.
"Yeah," Kyle said huskily, "yeah, you want it!"
He bent again to lick her horny clit, which was now stiff and swollen and throbbing with horny heat. This time he fastened his lips around it and began to suck, taking the whole hot little finger of flesh into his mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Linda wailed.
She arched her pussy up to meet him, feeding him her most tender organ, loving the violent waves of pleasure that racked her body each time he sucked hard on her clit. Cream poured from her cunt in steamy rivers, soaking his face, dripping down to pool on the bed. Kyle sucked her clit fast and hard, till she was moaning loudly and clawing the bedspread.
Then, maddeningly, he stopped.
"Ahhhhh," Linda moaned, "ahhhhhhh, please ..."
"Please what?" he laughed.
"Noooo." She couldn't bring herself to say it, to tell him how badly she wanted him to go on doing that wicked thing to her.
"You want me to eat your pussy, Linda?" he said. "Don't be shy. Tell me. Mom was never shy about it. She taught me how to do it, in fact. Don't you think she was a good teacher?"
Linda sobbed and shook her head violently back and forth. She wanted him to eat her pussy, but she couldn't accept the horrible things he said. She couldn't ask this depraved boy for anything.
He watched her, grinning, glorying in her indecision. He knew exactly where she was. Her middle-class conscience told her no, but her gleaming wet pussy said yes.
"All right, Linda," he chuckled, "so you're shy. I'll just go ahead and do what I think you want. Let's see how you like this."
Linda felt his hair tickling her inner thighs again as his head dipped into her crotch. She waited, and then his stiff rough tongue was lapping her cunt, rimming it deliriously.
"Ahhhhhh, God!" she wailed.
Kyle's hands slipped under her tensed ass and gripped tightly, pulling her up to his mouth. He began to ease his tongue into her flooded tasty cunt, and Linda felt a delicious searing sensation as the hot, supple organ entered her. She thought she was going to faint with pleasure.
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped, straining upward to take his tongue even deeper into her burning, starved cunt.
He penetrated her fully, then began to lap and tickle and probe inside her. She squealed and writhed with the intense pleasure, and as the movements of his thick, rough tongue grew more brisk, she felt the first ripples of orgasm. She couldn't help herself then.
"Yesssss," she hissed, "yesssss, make me come!"
Kyle immediately removed his tongue.
Linda gazed up at the grinning boy, knowing what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it-she was damned if she'd do that. She could have screamed with frustration. He'd cheated her on the very brink of climax. But she still hadn't reached the point of begging.
Kyle chuckled softly, as if he understood her thoughts perfectly. He slipped off the bed and began to undress.
Linda watched him helplessly, adoring his handsome muscular body. Her hungry blue eyes locked onto his cock, which was fiercely erect and hugging his belly. The pale shaft was stiff and plump, the glans almost purple with engorgement. She wanted it.
Kyle, naked, climbed back onto the bed, and when he separated her legs, Linda didn't resist. She knew she'd feel overwhelmed with guilt later, but right now she had to get laid, she just had to. The burning need inside her was just too much.
"Yeah, yeah, baby," Kyle crooned, kneeling between her silky thighs, "I'll take care of you."
Linda sighed deeply and closed her eyes, waiting for the first delicious thrust of his stiff young dick. She didn't have to wait long. She felt the hard hot knob of his cock-head stretching her plump swollen pussylips, then the searing entry of his long, rigid cock. Sensual joy rocked her body as he thrust deep into her.
"AHHHHHHHH, YES!" she wailed.
She was just reaching for him, wanting to crush him to her, when Kyle suddenly withdrew.
Linda gawked at him in dizzy frustration. He just knelt there between her legs, grinning at her. His hugely erect young prick hugged his taut belly, glistening slightly with her juices. He seemed delighted with her horny agony.
"Kyle," she moaned, "for God's sake! What do you want?"
He laughed harshly. "Just a little favor, Auntie. I did something nice for you. Now you should do something nice for me."
He moved suddenly, straddling her chest, his taut buttocks resting lightly on the ripe cushion of her big, heaving tits. He bent his stiff cock down till the wet tip brushed her lips.
"Open up, Auntie," he said hoarsely, eagerly. "I want you to suck my cock."
Linda gawked at him in horror. She'd heard of that practice, but she thought only whores did it. She used to play with Jerry's cock a little, sure, rubbing and pumping it, but she'd never used her mouth on it. The whole idea disgusted her.
"Come on, baby," Kyle said impatiently. "Suck me in."
Linda shook her head violently. "I-I couldn't, Kyle. I've never done that before."
He looked disgusted. "Aw, for chrissake, you gotta be kidding. Mom did it to me all the time. Everybody does it."
"No," Linda said, trying to turn her head away from his swollen, wet dick, "I couldn't do a thing like that."
"Well, you will," Kyle hissed, "if you wanta get laid." He reached behind him, sought out her wet pussy, and began to rub it, sending hot waves of horny yearning through her body. "You do wanta get laid, don't you, Auntie?"
Linda moaned. She wanted to get fucked so badly, she could have screamed. Nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. Crazed with her powerful need, she opened her mouth.
"That's more like it," Kyle sighed.
He directed the hot swollen knob of his cock between her trembling lips. Linda felt the weight of it on her tongue, felt her mouth stuffed with his hot salty prick. He pushed in to half his length, till his drooling glans butted her throat.
"Now, suck," he hissed. "Suck it, cunt."
Linda began to suck. Her efforts were clumsy at first, but she soon found that she could do it. Not only that, she took a perverse pleasure to it. She liked his taste, she liked the sensual act of sucking on his thick, rubbery prick. Her sucking became wet and noisy, a greedy slurping sound.
"Yeah, yeah," Kyle moaned, his young face alight with horny enjoyment, "suck that prick, Auntie, taste it, eat it!"
His plump, warm balls slapped lightly, rhythmically, against her chin. His fingers dug into her shoulders. Linda could see how excited she was getting him, and she sucked him even faster. Her only aim now was to get him so hot that he'd have to fuck her.
A wicked image suddenly flashed into Linda's mind. She saw her sister Betty in her place, sucking her own son's cock. It was Betty who'd taught him everything. Linda felt a wave of disgust, then realized that she was just as guilty as her sister. Here she was, sucking her young nephew's cock like it was candy.
She began to understand her sister's madness. If you got horny enough, desperate enough, you'd do anything.
"Uhhhhhh," Kyle moaned, "ahhhhh. Shit, yeah, suck my meat!"
Linda was actually beginning to enjoy the wicked act of sucking the boy's erect prick. His cock-juices dribbled steadily onto her taste buds, strong and salty, and she liked the taste. She sucked harder, trying to take more of him into her mouth.
Kyle grinned lewdly at her, his face flushed and excited. "Hey, you really dig it, don't you, Auntie?" he panted. "Well, I'm gonna give you a big treat. I'm gonna let you eat my come."
Linda stopped sucking, staring at him in horror. That was something she hadn't thought of, hadn't bargained for. What if he came in her mouth? She imagined swallowing a throatful of jism, and she almost gagged.
"Aw, come on, Auntie," he said evilly, "you'll like it. It'll taste real good."
"UMPF!" Linda gave a muffled protest and tried to spit out his rigid pulsing dick, but Kyle grabbed her head and held it in place. He locked his knees on either side of her head, and she was trapped.
"Suck!" he commanded.
Linda whimpered in horrified protest. She wasn't enjoying this game any more. She didn't want to eat his come.
"Okay," he said harshly, "if you won't do it, I'll fuck your mouth. I'm gonna get off, Auntie, whether you cooperate or not."
Linda gagged. Kyle began ramming his erect fat cock in and out of her protesting mouth, literally raping it. She couldn't turn her head, and she had to submit helplessly. In that moment of horror, she hated him.
"Uhhhhh," he moaned, "UHHHHHHH!"
Linda felt the first sizzling splatter of his come in her throat. She tried desperately to move her head away, but it was impossible. She was forced to take the whole load, swallowing it so as not to choke. She could have killed him.
Kyle drew his limp dripping cock from her mouth, chuckling softly. "How'd you like it, Linda?" he mocked. "That stuff taste good?"
"Animal," she said dully.
Kyle snorted. "Yeah? Well, we'll see who's the animal."
He dived for her crotch again. Before she could stop him, his thick rough tongue was worming deep into her cunt. She felt a moment of repulsion for the sadistic cocky boy, but it quickly vanished as intense pleasure rocked her loins.
His tongue felt so good in her, so damned good.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Oh, God, YESSSS-SSSSS ... Eat meeee Kyle probed thickly, deeply, in her churning cunt till she came. She'd needed it so badly, she couldn't hold back her passionate response. She threw her legs wide apart, allowing his thick tongue to burrow almost to her womb. She screamed without restraint as the powerful dizzying climax shook her.
When she came to herself again, Kyle was wiping her juices from his face, flashing her that knowing grin which chilled her blood.
"No more bullshit from you, Auntie, okay?" he said. "We both know you want it. From now on, we'll just do it, and no argument."
CHAPTER THREE
Again Linda had a hard time concentrating at work. Her boss asked her if she was feeling all right. Faking a smile, Linda told him she was just fine, not to worry. And it was true that physically she was okay. Emotionally, well, that was another story.
How, she asked herself in horror, had she let herself succumb to Kyle again? Why?
He'd made it clear that he had complete contempt for her and only wanted her body. He'd admitted he'd committed incest with his mother. Yet she'd let him make love to her again. She hated herself for that.
There was only one thing to do, Linda decided. If she couldn't resist Kyle, she'd have to remove the temptation. She'd have to put the boy in a foster home. The way things were going, she was hardly being a fit mother. Maybe someone else, a couple, could handle the kid.
Now all she had to do was tell Kyle.
When Linda got home that evening she heard voices coming from her apartment as she fitted the key to the door. She found Kyle in the living room with another teenager, a swarthy black-haired boy who appeared to be around eighteen. He was of partial Mexican ancestry and possessed the stocky strong body of a young bull. When he looked up and saw Linda, he grinned-a bold leering grin which she didn't like at all.
"Oh, hi, Aunt Linda," Kyle said. "This is my friend, Juan."
"How do you do, Juan?" Linda said formally.
Juan didn't even bother to acknowledge her greeting. He just ogled her lush mature figure and said, "Nice. Very nice."
Linda's face flamed, and she stamped off to the kitchen. When Juan had left, she said to Kyle, "I don't like that boy. He's insolent, and he looks like trouble. I wish you'd find another friend."
"Tough," Kyle said.
Over the next few days, Kyle seemed to be with Juan constantly. He was so busy going out with Juan after school that he didn't even have time to bother Linda. She was grateful to be relieved of his attentions, but she worried about what the boys were up to. Her fears were confirmed one day when she came home and found Kyle and Juan smoking marijuana in the apartment.
"That does it, Kyle," Linda said angrily. "Your friend is no longer welcome here. And if I ever catch you smoking dope in my home again, you won't be welcome either."
The two boys looked at each other and laughed.
"Aw, come on, lady," said Juan in his slightly accented husky voice, "this is the twentieth century. Everybody smokes dope."
"Well, I don't," said Linda, "and I don't want it smoked in my apartment, either. After all, Juan, people still get sent to jail for it."
Juan looked unconcerned.
"I can handle the pigs," he said.
"Look, you little punk," Linda said angrily, "if you want to play those games, do it somewhere else. Kyle, that goes for you, too. I'm going to change my clothes, and when I come back, I want Juan out of here and the room aired out."
She slammed the door of her bedroom and began to take off her work clothes. She seethed with anger. How dare Kyle turn her home into a meeting place for juvenile delinquents? She still hadn't gotten the nerve to tell him that she wanted to put him in a foster home, but today might be the day if he didn't shape up.
Standing before the mirror in her bra and panties, Linda vigorously brushed her long blonde hair, trying to work out some of her anger. She knew site was angry in part because she was so horny-that was a constant frustration with her. But there was also Kyle's cocky and defiant behavior.
"What?" Linda yelped. The door of her room was opening.
She turned and saw Kyle coming into the room, closely followed by Juan. The boys were grinning, eying her half-clothed body openly.
"Get the hell out of my room!" Linda shouted. "How dare you come in here without knocking?"
"Aw, don't get excited," said Kyle. "I just had a bet with Juan."
"A bet?" said Linda indignantly. "What do you mean?"
Kyle snickered. "He bet your tits aren't for real."
Linda turned red all over. Juan's dark eyes were riveted to the ripe cleavage of her breasts as they nearly spilled from her bra.
"Guess I was wrong," he laughed. "At least it looks that way. Maybe you could give me some real proof."
"Sure," said Kyle. 'Take off your bra, Linda." She fumed. "You've got to be kidding."
"Oh, no, lady," Juan said softly, menacingly, "we ain't kidding."
The two boys started toward her. Linda gasped and looked around for an escape route, but the boys were between her and the door. She backed away from them till she felt the wall behind her. Then Kyle laughed, darted forward, and grabbed her. He pinned her arms behind her.
"Kyle, stop!" she yelped. "You'll be sorry for this!"
The boys paid no attention. Juan stood before her, hands on hips, grinning lewdly. When Kyle had her arms firmly pinned, his swarthy friend reached around and unhooked her bra. Linda's big round pink-tipped breasts wobbled enticingly as they escaped the tight bra.
"Jesus," Juan hissed. "She's got the biggest tits I ever seen."
Kyle chuckled. "Didn't I tell you? You owe me a buck."
"Sure, sure," said Juan, his glowing brown eyes still glued to Linda's great creamy globes. "Later, my friend. Right now I got my mind on something else."
His dark hands looked rough and grubby to her as they' approached her naked, quivering breasts. They felt hot on her tender flesh. Juan cupped and kneaded the big, soft tits, rubbing the little pink nipples with his thumbs. Linda felt thoroughly humiliated.
"Take your hands off me, you filthy creep," she hissed.
Juan squeezed her breasts so hard, she cried out in pain.
"You'd be smart to keep quiet, baby," he said harshly. "There's two of us and only one of you."
"Kyle, for God's sake," Linda said desperately. "Don't let him do this to me."
"Do what, Auntie?" Kyle said, feigning innocence. "He's only feeling your tits. No big deal. You got really nice tits, Auntie. You shouldn't deprive us."
Linda saw that Kyle was going to be of no help at all. He seemed to be completely under Juan's spell. Her stomach tightened with fear. What did the two boys intend to do with her?
"Man, this is getting me real hot," said Juan, still stroking and squeezing Linda's great silky boobs. "Let's get her over to the bed."
"Right on," Kyle laughed. "I'm due for some of that myself."
"NO!" Linda wailed.
She fought, but she was no match for the two husky boys. Giggling and sniggering, they dragged her over to the bed and forced her down on it. Juan's tight jeans revealed a bulging hard-on.
"Let's see that pussy," he panted, seizing the waist band of her panties.
"Oh, God, nooo," Linda whined. "Kyle, make him stop."
"Oh, no, Auntie, I couldn't do that," Kyle said. "This is the answer to all our problems. See, you don't want us to smoke dope in the apartment, but we got no place else to go. So in turn, for letting us turn on here, we're gonna do you a favor. I been telling Juan how you're always horny-"
Linda burst into tears. Kyle hadn't even bothered to keep their guilty secret. Juan must know everything-how Linda had gone to bed with her own nephew, sucked his cock . . . everything.
"Anyhow," Kyle was saying, "Juan and me together can keep you really well fucked, Auntie. I think that's a fair exchange, don't you?"
Linda gazed up at him in horror. How had she ever let this beast into her life? She should have known the first time she saw him, at the airport, that there was something seriously wrong with the boy. Now she knew what it was. Kyle was a sadist. He hadn't a shred of morality or kindness.
Juan had seized her panties and was slowly pulling them down. Linda sobbed and protested, but Kyle pinned her down on the bed and she couldn't get away. Juan's dark hands inched her panties lower and lower, till bright golden pubic curls began to pop into view.
"Oh, man," he said breathlessly, "oh, man ..."
At last he had her whole gleaming pussy revealed. He reached out to pet it, and Linda jerked, as if she'd been bit by a poisonous snake. Juan laughed at her horror. He pressed down on the springy moist curls, feeling the heat of her flesh beneath.
"Yeah," he said, "I want me some of this."
"Go right ahead," said Kyle. "What's mine is yours, friend."
Anger raged in Linda's brain. Kyle was treating her like a possession, a piece of goods, which he could bestow on his friends, not giving her any say at all about the use of her own body. She despised him. Some day she'd make him pay for this, but right now she was helpless, at his mercy. He kept her pinned to the bed while Juan slipped her panties off over her feet and tossed them aside.
"Get your legs open, cunt," Juan ordered. "I wanta see everything."
Defiantly Linda closed her legs as tight as she could. Juan might get his way in the end, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him.
Juan growled and seized her legs. He was very strong for such a short boy. He began to force her legs apart, and though she resisted with all her strength, it was no contest. He drew her legs open lewdly wide, then bent her knees and forced them back till they touched her breasts. Linda found herself mercilessly exposed to his dark eyes.
Holding her legs back in that grotesquely open position, Juan studied her gleaming pussy at his leisure-the golden puff of her cunt, the little scarlet button of her clit, the shadowed moist mouth of her cunt, and the little brown wrinkle of her anus. He grinned appreciatively. She was a clean and classy lady, not at all like the little tramps he was used to balling.
"Looks good," he told Kyle. "Hold her while I get my clothes off."
"Kyle," Linda said desperately, "I'm asking you for the last time-don't let him do this. It's going to mean big trouble for both of you."
Her blond nephew looked at her blandly. "There you go again," he said. Then to Juan, "She always pulls this bit. She says she doesn't want it, she tells you to stop, but when you put it in her, oh, man, then it's a different story."
Juan laughed. "They're all that way."
Linda shook her head, as if to emerge from a nightmare. It just couldn't be happening. Two teenagers were about to rape her, and they didn't even seem to hear her threats and protests. She was absolutely helpless to save herself.
"Hey, lady, I bet you want some of this," Juan taunted.
Linda glanced at him. He'd shucked his clothes and was standing naked beside the bed. She couldn't help admiring his powerful young body.
His body was deeply tan and almost hairless except for the fine blue black patch of fur at the base of his taut flat belly. His cock, fully erect, was a dull rose color, the head nearly purple.
Linda found herself gawking helplessly at his prick. It wasn't as long as Kyle's, but it was very thick and incredibly stiff. It looked as if it would burst its skin. Pearly cock-juice bubbled from the dark slit-mouth of his glans.
The boys laughed when they saw where she was looking. "Yeah, that's what she wants," Kyle said. "Go ahead, Juan, stick it in her. She'll change her tune then."
"Nooooo," Linda wailed. "I don't want it! Please-"
"You want it," Juan said contemptuously. "All women want it."
"You filthy little creep," Linda spat, "what makes you think I want YOU?"
Juan glared at her. "You ain't got no choice, baby."
He plunged his hand roughly between her legs. Linda flinched and protested, but he leisurely felt her pussy, poking a stiff hard finger into her cunt.
"She's dry," he said with annoyance. "Do something about it."
Kyle jumped to his bidding as if he were Juan's slave. "Hold her," he said. "I'll take care of it."
Juan took Kyle's place, sitting behind Linda on the bed and holding her shoulders down. Kyle crawled between his Aunt's legs and pried open her plump, furry cuntlips. He touched her tiny red clit.
"That's where she likes to be touched," he told Juan. "That really gets her off."
Linda moaned. Kyle must have told his friend every lurid detail of their lovemaking. She wanted to die of shame. How many others had he told?
Kyle dipped his head between her thighs and suddenly her whole body was awash with sharp pleasure.
"Ooooooo!" Linda gasped.
She felt his tongue working deliciously on her raw, sensitive clit, just as he'd done before. He flicked, circled, and lapped the tiny joy-button, and she couldn't blot out the intensely good feelings it gave her. Her cunt jolted into arousal, contracting sharply, spewing out steamy juice. In her encounter with the boys, she'd forgotten how horny she was. Now she felt it all too well.
"Giving head," Juan said contemptuously, "I don't know about that, man. I never done that before."
It works, you prick, Linda thought angrily. Now she knew Juan for just the kind of male he was-one who never bothered to please his partner, one who only took and never gave. She loathed him.
Her loathing was hard to hang onto, though, because Kyle's busy tongue was making her feel so damned good. Hot hard pleasure bolted from her wet clit and melted her whole body. She felt her tits swelling with arousal, the rosy flush of lust creeping over her skin. Her pussy creamed uncontrollably.
"Ahhhhhh," she whimpered, "ohhhhhh ..."
Kyle suddenly stuck his tongue right up her cunt, dear to the root, reaming and stuffing her.
Linda moaned loudly and felt she might faint with the abrupt intense joy of it. Then she remembered her situation, and she stubbornly clamped her jaw shut. She was damned if she'd let these little punks know they were turning her on.
Kyle lifted his face from her steamy crotch and wiped off her juices with the back of his hand. He was grinning triumphantly.
"I got to her," he said. "She's ready now."
Like hell, Linda thought angrily. She'd never be ready for an animal like Juan.
"Okay, roll her over," said Juan.
It figured. He couldn't even take his women face to face. He had to fuck her like a dog. Linda's contempt increased as they rolled her onto her belly. Juan scurried around behind her, seized her hips, and raised her shapely pale ass high in the air.
She felt his scalding sweaty hands on her naked hips, then his hard, hot cock-head poking in the tender flesh of her slit. He was breathing hard, obviously very excited about raping this classy blonde.
"Creep!" Linda hissed.
He poked her hard with his cruel cock-head, making her yelp with pain. "You're gonna change your tune in a minute, bitch," he said. "You're gonna love it."
"Never!" Linda said.
She couldn't escape his cock, but she could pretend indifference, spoil it for him. She knew how Juan's ego would be hurt if she showed no excitement. She remained stiff and cold as he finally managed to lodge his swollen glans in the moist slippery mouth of her cunt.
"Aw, YEAH," Juan sighed.
His thick stubby cock eased into her. Linda felt her cunt more widely stuffed than it had ever been. She wished Juan were someone she liked, so she could enjoy his fucking. She needed it badly. But she was damned if she'd give him that satisfaction.
Her resolve quickly melted when he began to fuck her. Juan fucked like a jackhammer.
Linda gasped as she felt his hard deep blows coming at a fantastic rate of speed. Her whole pussy glowed with horny excitement. She realized that this was the kind of fuck she'd been unconsciously wanting all her life-a furious, hard balling; a real rape. It wall all she could do to keep her jaws clamped shut, not to scream her joy.
But she didn't have to scream. Juan knew. He was experienced enough to know what it meant when her cunt closed tightly, scaldingly, around his pounding prick, when her pussy-juice spewed out helplessly to squirt onto his belly.
He knew that Kyle's beautiful Aunt was hotly aroused, that she loved his fucking.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he panted, "I can tell you dig it. I know I'm giving it to you real good."
"NO!" Linda wailed. "I hate you!"
"You may hate me," he laughed, "but you love that cock. I can tell, baby. You're wet-you're flooded!"
"Noooooo," Linda cried feebly.
Damn him, he was right. Her cunt-juice was coming in steamy rivers, coursing down her thighs, pooling on the bed. Her whole body was running out of control. Helplessly, she began to move her hips to his rhythm, grinding her thirsty pussy around the thick stubby cock that pounded so deliciously inside her. She loved it, God help her.
Juan pulled her up tighter against his slamming belly, so that with every brutal thrust of his prick he banged her womb. He fully stuffed her, raked every inch of her seething cunt. She'd never been so completely fucked before.
It was more than she could resist. She felt the first powerful waves of orgasm rocking her body, and she couldn't keep quiet any longer. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so incredibly good, that her lungs seemed to burst with it.
"Ahhhhhh, God, YES!" Linda screamed. "Yes, do it to me, you mother-fucker! Ball meeeee ..."
Juan and Kyle laughed wickedly, but Linda didn't hear them. The violent orgasm deafened and blinded her to her surroundings. She rocked and writhed with it, her lush body shaking so hard that Juan was almost unsaddled. He clung to her, watching and feeling her come.
"Jesus," he gasped, "oh, Jesus!"
He saw her thick hot pussy-cream flooding out around his cock like a lusty tidal wave. He felt her ravenous cunt locking around his meat like a vise, squeezing and milking him. She was so friggin' hot in there, burning his dick. The dark-skinned boy shuddered with pleasure. He'd thought he was pretty experienced, but Linda was his first mature woman, and he was overwhelmed by her.
"More," she whimpered, "more . . . harder . . . "
Juan shook his head in disbelief. She'd just come like a bomb, and already she wanted it again. He was having trouble holding out. Determinedly he began to fuck her again, in the short hard cruel strokes he preferred, but sweat poured from his body.
"Harder, damn you," Linda hissed. "HARDER!"
"Jesus, lady," Juan gasped, "I'm doin' the best I can."
Kyle watched in astonishment. He'd never seen Linda so wild and passionate. He'd hoped to show his friend a good time, but he hadn't expected anything like this. Linda was like a madwoman in her lust for orgasms.
She knew it, too, and some small part of her was filled with shame and disgust at her behavior. But the rest of her was making up for five long horny years without a man. She literally couldn't seem to get enough.
"Faster," she hissed, "do it to me faster! Yessss . . . ahhhhh, AHHHHHH! YESSS!"
The second orgasm hit her even harder than the first. Her body arched sharply, then went into violent spasms. She wailed hoarsely, clawed the bed, and her cunt-juice pooled out in great waves, soaking her thighs and Juan's loins.
"Awwwwww, Christ!" Juan wailed.
Her cunt, like a vise of fire, was squeezing the jism right out of him. He couldn't hold out another second. Whimpering, he began to shoot his load. It was the most fantastic fuck he'd ever had, but he wasn't going to tell HER that.
"Whooooeeeeee!" he cried, falling off Linda's writhing body. "Your Aunt is some hot piece, man!"
"You don't have to tell me," Kyle laughed. Juan lay panting beside Linda, who was still squirming and writhing in the last delicious spasms of her climax. Kyle crawled over to her. His young cock was only half erect, for Linda's wild behavior had somewhat frightened him. He knew what to do about that, though.
Roughly he rolled her over onto her back and straddled her, resting his taut ass on the hot cushion of her big heaving breasts. Linda looked up at him dizzily, and he leered at her.
"Okay, Auntie," he said. "Let's show Juan how good you suck cock."
Linda's mind cleared rapidly. She could have kicked herself for letting go with Juan. Now that both boys knew how hotly she could be aroused, they'd try anything with her. Kyle was going to show his power, impress his friend, by making her blow him.
"Go to hell," she said.
Kyle's face darkened. "Listen, bitch," he said, "open up and suck my meat."
"Fuck you!" Linda said.
"Aw, man, don't waste time arguing with the bitch," said Juan. "Here's what you do."
He reached over and pinched Linda's jaws, expertly, in a way that forced her to open her mouth. Kyle laughed and stuffed his semi-limp prick between her lips.
"UMPF!" Linda protested.
There was nothing she could do. Her mouth was full of his wormy, warm meat, he was fucking her mouth again. Both boys tittered as Kyle worked his doughy prick between her protesting lips. She thought of biting him, but knew he'd kill her. She could only endure till her humiliation was over.
Fortunately Kyle got off on humiliating her, and he was quickly hard. He drew his steamy prick out of her mouth, and it snapped up wetly to hug his belly. He scrambled off her chest and knelt between her thighs.
"Hold her," he told Juan.
Before Linda could wriggle out of the way, Juan's hard dirty hands clamped down on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. She wept and struggled as her grinning nephew gingerly bent his erect dick in the direction of her pussy. She couldn't get her legs closed, not with Kyle kneeling between them, and she was forced to take the hard deep thrust of his stiff cock. She moaned as she felt it slicing into her.
"Christ, she's hot," Kyle gasped.
"Yeah, she's one hot number, all right," Juan snickered.
Linda sobbed in shame, but not for long. It was the same story all over again. As soon as she felt a stiff cock moving in her, she was lost. Heady pleasure rocked her body, and she began to move with it, working her thirsty pussy around Kyle's long impaling dick.
What was the matter with her? Was she only reacting to five years without sex, or was she some kind of nymphomaniac? She didn't know. She only knew she hated herself for giving in to these grinning sadistic boys.
Linda fought to keep silent, to keep her last vestige of pride, but as her nephew's wonderfully long hard dick probed in the seething horny sheath of her cunt, she was lost. She needed his fucking so badly, wanted it so much.
"Yessss," she whined, "YES, damn you, YESSS!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"See you later, Auntie. Be good." Kyle leered at his pretty aunt, who lay disheveled and weeping on the bed.
"Yeah, baby," Juan laughed, "don't do nothin' we wouldn't do." The two boys left the apartment chuckling and whispering to each other.
Linda forced herself to get up and dress, to brush out her tangled blonde hair. She loathed herself for what she'd just done with the two boys. Why, why couldn't she control herself? Why did she have to behave like the lowest kind of whore?
Her self-recriminations were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Linda hurried to the door and opened it, to find a tall, burly policeman. He seemed to be around forty, with an attractive face and an unruly shock of reddish brown hair.
"Good evening, ma'am," he said. "I'm Fred Scott of the city police. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if it's not inconvenient."
"Of course, officer," said Linda. "Please come in."
Linda couldn't help noticing where Officer Scott's eyes had been during that brief talk-right on the plump curve of her breasts. It amused her, since otherwise he was studiously polite. She led him into the living room, and he lowered his muscular frame into an overstuffed chair. One more brief glance, at Linda's lush figure, and then he cleared his throat and began to talk.
"Ma'am, I don't know if you've heard, but there's been a whole rash of burglaries in your neighborhood recently. I'm just going around trying to get whatever clues I can."
"Why, no, I hadn't heard," said Linda. "What kind of things are being stolen?"
"Well, the usual," said Fred Scott. "Portable television sets, stereos, tapes, small appliances-and of course, cash. But you haven't heard anything about it, Miss-uh-"
"Davis," Linda said. "Linda Davis." She carefully omitted telling him that it was "Mrs."
She found herself powerfully attracted to this big, bearish man. "No, I haven't heard a thing," she went on, "but I'll certainly keep my eyes and ears open. If I hear anything, I'll call you, Officer Scott."
"I'd sure appreciate that," he said, rising to leave. "Anything you hear could be useful. We got next to no clues right now, except it appears to be a gang of teen-age boys."
Linda's blood froze. She did her best not to reveal her alarm to Fred Scott as she saw him to the door. As soon as he was gone, however, she hurried to Kyle's room.
A gang of teen-age boys. And there was something about Juan, something of the hoodlum.
She opened Kyle's walk-in closet and gasped.
It was just as Officer Scott said. TVs, small appliances, a pile of new hardware that certainly didn't belong to her or Kyle.
"Oh, my God," she said.
That did it. Kyle would have to go. It was bad enough to endure his sexual attentions and to have him smoke pot in her house, but this was too much. She wasn't going to have her place used to store stolen goods.
When Kyle got home later that evening, Linda was waiting for him, grim and angry. "I saw what's in your closet, Kyle," she said. "I want an explanation. Or maybe I have an explanation already. A policeman was here today, inquiring about burglaries in the neighborhood."
Kyle studied her for a long silent moment.
Suddenly he hung his head, looking younger than his sixteen years, almost like a frightened little boy. "I'm sorry, Linda," he said meekly. "I know I've done a terrible thing."
"You certainly have, Kyle," Linda said sternly. "I'm going to demand that you return the things you stole, that you tell Officer Scott it was you. If you confess and return the things, you'll probably get off with probation, since this is your first offense. Or is it your first, Kyle? You'd better level with me."
"Please, Linda, forgive me," he said. "I just felt lonely and left out when I first got here, and Juan was the first one who paid any attention to me."
"So it was Juan who got you into this?" Linda said.
"Yeah, him and his gang," Kyle said miserably. "There's two other kids, Jimmy and Eddie, but Juan's the leader. It seemed exciting at the time."
"Exciting?" Linda was shocked. "My God, Kyle, what am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you think is right, Linda," he said, "but please don't send me away. I want to stay with you."
In spite of her annoyance with the boy, Linda felt moved. After all, he'd had a pretty rotten life. She began to stroke his head.
"All right, Kyle," she said, "calm down. We'll work it out."
"Oh, Linda," he said, his voice muffled against her body.
He began to pull her down onto the rug beside him. Thinking he wanted comfort, Linda allowed him to ease her down, but when she put her arms around him to give him a reassuring hug, he planted his mouth hotly on hers.
"Umpf!" Linda exclaimed.
His tongue darted slickly into her mouth, and his arms tightened around her. Linda struggled, but as usual the boy proved too strong for her. They fell onto the rug, locked in a steamy embrace, and Linda fought to keep her wits.
She knew she'd been aroused by Officer Scott, and she felt the familiar warm wetness in her cunt. Kyle's hard young body felt so good against hers.
"Linda. Oh, Jesus." Kyle was fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, kissing the ripe hot cleavage of her big quivering tits.
"Kyle, stop!" she cried. "This is no time for that kind of thing. We have serious problems to discuss."
"Fuck that," Kyle panted. "I'm horny for you, Linda. I've gotta have you."
Linda sighed deeply. The boy had no morality at all. He'd just confessed to the burglaries, but obviously he felt no guilt, not if he could just dismiss the subject from his mind and go on to make love.
"Kyle," she said wearily, "I can't keep you any more. I'm going to have to put you in a foster home, with someone who can handle you."
"You can handle me, Linda," he said huskily. "All you have to do is be nice to me."
Impatient with her buttons, he suddenly tore her- blouse right down the front. Linda gasped, but before she could recover from her shock, he was tugging at her bra, ripping it off, too. Her great, creamy breasts wobbled into view.
"Oh, Jesus," he sighed, "you're beautiful!"
"Kyle, for God's sake!" Linda sobbed.
He moved quickly to sit on her legs, and she was helplessly pinned to the rug as her flushed nephew began to play with her breasts, molding and squeezing the silky globes, rubbing her little pink nipples with his thumbs.
Linda felt the familiar pleasure, the streak of hot sensation that ran from her sensitive nipples to the core of her pussy. She knew she wanted to forget everything else and let Kyle make love to her. She needed it badly. But it was out of the question now. She must make him understand the terrible things he'd done.
"Kyle, listen to me," she gasped. "You're in trouble, don't you see that? You could go to jail. We've got to talk about this."
Kyle's eyes were almost glassy with horny preoccupation as he went on fondling her luscious soft tits. "What's there to talk about?" he said. "I'm safe, so long as you don't snitch on me."
"But Kyle!" she said desperately. "What else can I do? You've broken the law. I have to report it."
Kyle wasn't listening. He was easing himself down her body, till he sat on her knees. He pushed her skirt up, uncovering her skimpy blue bikini panties. He reached for them, began tugging them down, his eyes focusing hotly on her springy blonde pubic curls.
Linda shook her head in frustration. There seemed no way to get through to the boy. All he thought of was his own pleasure.
"Kyle," she said tearfully, "please listen. Maybe I can still help you."
"You can help me, all right," he said huskily. "I need it real bad, Linda. I need you."
He tugged her panties off. Linda seized the chance to escape, rolling over onto her hands and knees. Before she could get up, though, Kyle threw himself on her, flattening her. She felt his scalding sweaty hands slipping underneath her to cup and squeeze her breasts.
"Don't fight me," he hissed. "Come on, Linda, relax. Let's have some fun."
"How can you think of fun at a time like this?" Linda wailed.
He was kissing her hungrily, his lips touching wetly all down her back, over the tight globes of her ass, between her legs.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped.
Damn him, he always knew how to distract her, how to excite her. Kneeling behind her, he used his wet, hot tongue to tickle her most sensitive parts, the plump pink folds of her pussylips, the seething wet mouth of her cunt, the tiny red dot of her clit.
"Ummmmm," he murmured, "I like to eat you, Auntie."
Linda shivered in a strange mixture of revulsion and lust. His expert tongue caressed her red clit, making her whole pelvis melt with sensual craving. As always in these situations, her fevered mind tried to justify what was happening. If she put Kyle in a foster home, this might well be their last time together. Couldn't she allow herself to enjoy his superb fucking one more time?
"I know you like this, Linda," he whispered. "Yes, here's something you really like."
Linda gasped with keen pleasure as she felt his tongue slowly but thickly entering her cunt. The wet, rough penetration felt fantastically good to her. For a moment she forgot everything else, whimpering and opening her legs.
"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned.
She felt her shameless pussy responding eagerly to his wicked tongue, drooling its cream, growing hot and pulsing and receptive. Steamy cunt-juice overflowed her silky cunt and oozed down her thighs. She swayed dizzily on her hands and knees, fighting to control her lusty impulses.
"Nooooo, Kyle," she whimpered, "take it out... "
He responded by thrusting his tongue even deeper into her, and Linda groaned loudly as a burst of hot pleasure seared her belly. His tongue was lapping, probing, tickling down deep in her aroused wet cunt. Five years of celibacy hadn't prepared her very well for this incredible pleasure. She found it so hard to resist.
She heard the lewd, wet sucking sound as he reamed her cream-filled cunt. She knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, to let her sixteen-year-old nephew go down on her. She moaned and started crawling forward, dislodging his tongue from her eagerly responding pussy. It almost killed her to do it.
"Linda, don't fight me." Kyle's voice was husky, starved.
"Kyle, we've got to stop this," Linda said. "It's all wrong."
"Oh, bullshit," Kyle whined. "If it makes us both feel good, how can it be wrong?"
Linda wasn't going to argue. She only knew that she had to get away from him before she succumbed again. She had to get this fiendish boy out of her life.
She started to get to her feet, but Kyle tackled her, and they rolled around on the rug, struggling.
"Give it up, Linda," Kyle panted. "You know you can't beat me. You might as well get it over with."
"No, dammit!" Linda sobbed. "I won't do it. I won't fuck you."
"Okay, then, don't," said Kyle, pinning her down again. "Just blow me. I'll let you go if you blow me."
Why not? She could probably bring him off quickly, and the struggle would be over. Then she could start to deal with the problem of the burglaries. Knowing Kyle, he wouldn't let her go " till he was satisfied, so she might as well do what he wanted.
"All right," she said grimly.
"Right on," Kyle said happily.
He rolled over onto his back, leaving her free to move. He got comfortable, arms folded behind his head, and grinned at her lewdly. "Come on, Auntie," he said, "take it out and suck it."
Shaking, Linda knelt beside him and eyed his bulging crotch. The sight of that gorgeous hard-on made her pussy boil with longing, but she wasn't going to succumb this time. Kyle had gone too far. Even her incessant lust couldn't make her condone his stealing.
Linda swallowed hard and prepared to get it over with.
She unsnapped the top of his jeans and carefully unzipped his fly. As usual he wasn't wearing shorts, and she could see the pale rigid line of his hard cock. Again her cunt seethed with need, a flood of cream washing down her inner thighs.
No, she told herself, no... I'll control myself this time.
She began to ease his jeans down, and Kyle grinned and raised his ass to help her. She tugged the garment to his thighs, baring his taut flat belly and golden pubic thatch. His rampant young cock sprang out of its confinement, jerking up to point at the ceiling. My God, he was hard. A glistening bubble of cock-juice appeared at the dark slit-mouth of his glans.
"Hurry," he whispered, shivering with anticipation. "Lick me, Auntie. Suck my dick."
Trembling in that strange combination of lust and revulsion, Linda dipped her gleaming blonde head down toward her nephew's lap. Odd how she could want him and detest him at the same time.
His rigid cock crowded her vision, and as she caught the salty scent of his prick, her mouth began to water. She bent very low over him, till her mouth was an inch away from the knobby red head of his erect dick. He was so bloated that the flesh of his glans appeared almost purple.
Linda eyed the little bubble of cock-juice, and suddenly, impulsively, she flicked out her tongue and lapped it up, screwing the wet tip of her tongue right into the tight hole of his glans.
"Awwwwwww, shit, YEAH," Kyle moaned. Linda rolled the tasty droplet around on her tongue before swallowing it. She had to admit to herself that she loved sucking cock. If only Jerry had taught her such delicious games, their marriage might have lasted. Licking Kyle's silky hard cock, using her tongue mischievously to flick and lap and tickle, she felt herself getting powerfully excited.
"Lick me, lick me," he chanted. "Yeah, oh, yeah."
Linda found herself bathing the whole rigid length of his erect prick, licking and swirling up and down the throbbing hot meat. Her impulsive tongue traveled from rosy glans to curly crotch, up and down, making his straining dick gleam with her spit.
She traced a fine teasing wet trail around and around the deep red glans, digging into the drooling hole, then tickling down again, right down to his rosy fat balls. She tickled her tongue all over the rigid hot surface of his nuts, making the boy sigh loudly.
"Now," he gasped, "take it in your mouth now. Suck me, Linda. Suck my dick!"
Linda closed her hot lips around the swollen pulsing head of his cock and slowly sucked inward. She felt her mouth crowded with his fierce erection, the throbbing stiff weight on her tongue. She sucked him in till the dripping glans was butting the back of her throat and his swollen balls rubbed her chin.
"Awwwww," Kyle moaned. "Christ, yes."
She glanced quickly at him. His eyes were tightly shut, his mouth forming a lewd grin of sensual pleasure. For once, Kyle was off guard, completely immersed in the joy of the moment. She gave a tentative suck on his dick, and she saw his teeth flash in a wider grin.
She began to suck up and down on his hard silky pole, slowly, with a powerful vacuum pressure.
Kyle whinnied shrilly. She felt his cock-juice bubbling out helplessly, trickling down her throat. Wicked excitement filled her, and she found herself sucking him lewdly, loudly, a wet slurping noise that filled the room.
Kyle seemed more than satisfied with the slow, powerful blow-job she was giving him. She wished there were more satisfaction in it for her. Her pussy ached with need. She felt the long hard dick in her mouth and couldn't help imagining how much better it would feel deep in her cunt.
"Linda, Linda," he whined, "suck me faster now, bring me off."
A few more seconds and her job would be done, the boy was so excited. She knew that the moment she increased the speed of her sucking, he'd shoot his load. Her seething, starved pussy at last conquered her protesting conscience. Why waste that good hard-on? Why not get some pleasure for herself, too?
She knew she'd regret it later, but right now she just had to have it. She was going insane with lust.
Linda sat up, letting Kyle's rock-hard, spit-soaked prick pop from her mouth. He gawked at her as she impatiently slipped out of her skirt and mounted him, naked, her huge pale jugs wobbling heavily. Shaking with horny impatience, his lovely aunt straddled his lap, seized his hot rigid cock, and popped the fat drooling head into the dripping mouth of her cunt.
"Yeah," Kyle grinned, "yeah! I knew you wanted it, baby. Well, you're welcome to it."
Linda paid no attention to his taunts. All she could think of was satisfying the burning need in her flooded pussy. As she felt Kyle's wonderfully long thick prick plunging up her cunt, she moaned loudly, hoarsely.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God!" Linda's blissful cry filled the room.
She began to work her soaked pussy furiously up and down his slippery cock, moaning, whimpering. It felt so damned good. Kyle lay there and grinned as he watched her. She had her eyes closed, and her great pale boobs jiggled heavily as she bounced up and down.
Linda was beyond replying. She worked her greedy wet cunt faster and faster up and down his deliciously hard prick. Her juices flooded .out to wet her thighs, his crotch. She was close to coming, tantalizingly close.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, throwing her head back, her lovely face twisted in a sensual leer. "Ahhhhhh, AAAHHHHHHHHH! YES!"
Kyle watched his aunt come. His grin was pure evil. He enjoyed his power over this beautiful, mature woman. Only when her last spasms had passed, only when the show was over, did he begin to move. A few jerks of his hips, and he was shooting his load into her-that was how excited she'd gotten him.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus," he sighed when he felt his limp prick slipping from her soaked hole, "that was some performance, Auntie. It's gonna look really great on film."
Linda gawked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Look behind you," Kyle laughed. Fear gripped her heart. Slowly Linda turned. What she saw made her go deathly pale.
Juan was standing behind them with a camera. "Oh, NO!" Linda gasped.
Juan grinned. "I get some real great shots," he told Kyle. "Here, let me show you."
Kyle rolled away from Linda and went to his friend, while Linda sat there on the floor trembling with fear and disbelief. This couldn't be happening. They had to be bluffing.
"Look at this one," Juan snickered, holding out a Polaroid snapshot to Kyle.
"Far out," Kyle laughed. "Hey, Auntie, you really photograph well, you know that?"
Linda found her voice, though it was hoarse and strained. "I don't believe you," she said.
"You better believe it," Juan said nastily. "I walked Kyle home tonight, and I heard what you said to him, about the stuff you found in his closet. I figured I better do something about that. I came in the window, off the fire escape. You oughta be more careful, doll. If you don't lock your windows, burglars might get in."
He and Kyle laughed. Linda continued to shake her head in horrified disbelief. "No," she murmured, "no, you couldn't have!"
"Oh, but I did," Juan said in his evil husky voice. "Here, see for yourself."
He stepped closer, displaying a few of the photos. Linda felt the blood draining from her face as she studied them. Herself, sucking Kyle's cock. Herself astride her nephew, his cock plainly visible halfway into her, her face twisted in a lewd grin of ecstasy. Herself, still astride him, obviously coming.
"Oh, noooo!" she sobbed.
There was only one thing to do. She had to destroy those pictures. She leaped to her feet, screaming with outrage, her sharp nails aimed at Juan's face. Blindly, furiously, she sought to grab the pictures, to claw him.
Kyle caught her from behind, pinning her arms so brutally that she screamed with pain. Juan grinned and tucked the photos safely away in his blue denim jacket.
"You unspeakable little creep!" Linda screamed. "Give me those pictures, or you'll be sorry the rest of your life! I'll go to the police, I'll-"
Juan's hand shot out, and he smacked her hard across the face.
She reeled back against Kyle, who still kept her arms pinned. He kept her on her feet.
"Now, you listen to me, cunt," Juan hissed, "and listen good. You forget about going to the police. 'Cause if you do, we'll show them these pictures. Remember, nobody's forcing you in those shots-you're having the time of your life. When the pigs see that, they won't believe you. Besides, you don't want everybody in town to see them pictures, do you?"
Linda wept miserably, shaking her head. "Oh, please," she sobbed, "don't show them to anybody!"
"I won't," said Juan, "if you cooperate. From now on you gotta do exactly as we say. First, you don't tell the cops anything, you dig? You don't know nothing about the burglaries. You got that?"
Tearfully, Linda nodded. She had no choice. She'd die if anyone saw those obscene photos. The whole town would know that she made love to her teen-age nephew.
"Okay," said Juan, "that's settled. No talking to the cops. The second thing is, we need a headquarters, a place to meet and store our loot till we fence it. My gang is gonna meet here, at your place."
"Oh, God!" Linda wept. She hated the idea, but she had no alternative but to submit.
"There's just one more thing," said Juan, stepping close to her. "Whenever we want some tail, you put out for us. No protests, no fighting. Your cunt belongs to us. You dig, lady?"
"My God, I despise you," Linda said dully.
"I don't give a shit what you think," Juan spat. "I just wanta make sure you get the point."
"Oh, I get it," she said bitterly.
"Great," said Juan, "because I feel like I want some right now." He glanced at Kyle. "You don't have to hold her. We got the pictures, and she'd damn well better cooperate."
Kyle let go of her, and Linda rubbed her bruised arm.
"Well," said Juan impatiently, "get moving, baby. Into the bedroom. I ain't got all night."
Silently, grimly, Linda led the way to her room. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide. Grinning, eying her snatch, Juan quickly undressed.
While he fucked her, Kyle took more pictures.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the next few days Linda felt as if she were living in a nightmare. As long as Juan had those terrible incriminating pictures of her, he was her master. She would have to do anything he wanted, including keep quiet about the burglaries. What worried her most, though, was his sexual threats. "Your cunt belongs to us," he had said.
It was true. Because of the pictures, her body was not her own any more.
For a couple of days Juan and Kyle left her alone, staying out late every night-no doubt busy stealing from her neighbors. Then on Thursday she came home to find them in her apartment. Not just Juan and Kyle, but the rest of the gang, too.
They were smoking pot, of course. There wasn't much she could say about that now. The other two gang members were Eddie, a stocky brown-haired sixteen-year-old, and Jimmy, a fifteen-year-old with red hair and freckles. The appreciative look they gave her told Linda that they knew everything.
She blushed and headed for her room, but Juan reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Stick around, baby," he said. "We may need you."
"You listen to me," Linda said angrily. "If you're going to meet here and smoke your dope, there's not much I can do about it, but I do have certain rights in my own home. I worked today, and I'm tired. I want to change my clothes and take a bath."
Juan caressed her wrist briefly before letting her go. "You do that," he said with menacing softness. "You get yourself all cleaned up for us."
She resisted the urge to spit in his face. Barely suppressing tears of rage and frustration, she hurried away to her room. Perhaps a bath would calm her.
But even the soothing warm bath failed to quench her anxieties. She wondered what kind of future she'd have now, how long the gang would be interested in her. She realized, with a shiver, that it would be three years before Kyle graduated from school and left her.
Linda put on a sensible skirt and blouse. It certainly wouldn't do to look sexy. She walked quickly past the gang in the living room, intending to go to the kitchen and start dinner, but again Juan detained her, grabbing her arm.
"Sit down next to me, doll," he said eagerly.
"You're hurting my arm," Linda complained.
"Then sit," Juan said. He tugged hard, and she was forced to sit down next to him on the sofa. He slipped his arm around her waist, and she shuddered with revulsion.
"Hey, Auntie," Kyle said with an evil leer, "you better be nicer to my buddy. Remember those pictures."
"I'm not likely to forget," Linda said coldly.
"Then warm up a little," said Juan. "What's the big deal? You ain't got no choice, so why don't you relax and enjoy it?"
"I could never enjoy it with you, you creep," Linda said.
Juan scowled at her. "Now that's not nice," he said. "You don't show respect for the leader. That's not a good example for my boys. I guess we'll have to teach you a lesson."
Linda's stomach tightened with apprehension. What did he mean? She whimpered and tried to move away from him, but he held her waist firmly.
"Come on, baby, give me a kiss," he said. The other boys tittered.
Linda turned her face away, but Juan caught her chin in his grubby hand and turned her face toward his. He jammed his mouth on hers, and she tasted the stale reek of pot. His tongue sliced arrogantly into her mouth, searching, possessing. She mumbled in protest.
Juan pushed her away, grinning. Like Kyle, he enjoyed her humiliation, her fear.
"Get down on the floor," he commanded.
"Oh, no," Linda said softly.
"Hurry up!" Juan was getting angry.
Linda saw that there was nothing to do but obey. He had those damned photos, and she would have to cooperate. There was no point in making him angry. She got up and walked to the center of the room, sat down on the rug.
"Take off your blouse," Juan said.
Jimmy, the youngest of the gang, giggled shrilly. "Is she really gonna do it?" he asked eagerly.
"She damn well better," said Kyle, "if she knows what's good for her."
Linda and Juan locked eyes for a long silent moment. Her eyes told her hatred of him, her defiance, but his told her that he meant all his threats, that he was ruthless.
Linda knew that if she didn't take off her blouse, he'd do it for her. Miserably, blushing, she began to unbutton her blouse. She could imagine how much Juan and Kyle enjoyed showing her off before the two other boys, displaying their power over her.
"Oh, wow, look at them knockers," said Eddie, straining forward in his chair.
Linda was removing her blouse, uncovering her low-cut size D bra. Her big, creamy breasts practically swelled out and over the flimsy garment. The boys gawked and grinned. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. "Now the bra," said Juan.
"Oh, please," Linda said, bursting into tears, "don't make me strip in front of everyone. If you want me, let's go in the bedroom. I won't fight, J promise."
Juan leered at her, enjoying his control over her. "No good, baby," he said. "In this gang we share everything. I ain't gonna hog you. Now you just be a good girl and take off that bra, or I can come and tear it off. Take your choice."
She knew he meant it. Weeping and blushing, Linda reached around and unhooked her bra. Jimmy and Eddie gasped as her full ripe breasts tumbled into their natural shape, proud and pointing, topped with dainty pink nipples.
"Jesus H. Christ," Eddie said. "I never seen tits that big before."
"Yeah, they're nice, aren't they?" Kyle said proudly, as if he were showing off a prize horse.
"Could I-" Eddie hesitated.
"Yeah, you can touch 'em," Juan said. "As long as you do your part on our jobs, you get an equal share of the loot. That was our agreement. And she's part of the loot."
"Like hell," Linda said angrily. "Listen, Juan, when I agreed to this, I thought you meant just you and Kyle. I don't intend to be shared with these two, to be passed around-"
Juan interrupted with a menacing hiss. "You listen to me, bitch. You don't have any choice. I got them pictures, and unless you want 'em shown all over town, you'll be nice to my friends."
"Creep," Linda spat.
Nevertheless she was beaten, and she knew it. Her face was scarlet as the grinning Eddie approached her, but she didn't try to escape. The boy knelt in front of her and put hot sweaty hands on her naked breasts. She moaned and shuddered in mortification, but he paid no attention.
"Oh, wow!" Eddie exclaimed.
He molded and squeezed great fistfuls of creamy warm tit, sighing loudly. Linda looked down and saw a hard little bulge appearing at the crotch of his jeans. She wondered, in sudden sharp fear, if Juan meant to share her in EVERY way.
"Go ahead, Jimmy," said Juan. "You can touch her, too."
Jimmy giggled and went to join his friend, kneeling before Linda, timidly touching her great pointed tits. His hands were dirtier than Juan's, she discovered, and like Eddie's they were hot and sweaty. It was all she could do not to pull away from the fumbling hands that squeezed and poked her tender breasts.
"Okay, that's enough," said Juan, who was lounging on the sofa, smoking a joint.
Jimmy and Eddie obeyed instantly, backing away from Linda. Juan appeared to have perfect control over them. That was frightening to Linda. Whatever he told them to do, they'd do. And if it involved her . . . ?
"Take off your skirt," Juan said. "Stand up when you do it."
There were eager giggles from the other boys. Face flaming, Linda rose to her feet. She looked around desperately for an escape route, wondering if she could reach the door, the fire escape, before someone unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall down around her ankles.
"Nice," Eddie said. "Really nice."
Red-haired Jimmy couldn't even speak. His eyes were riveted on her taut tan belly and the delicate fringe of blonde pubic curls that showed above her skimpy bikini panties. He leaned forward so far, it looked like he might fall off his chair.
Juan laughed at the sight of his goggle-eyed young friend. "Hey, Jimmy," he said, "what's the matter? Ain't you never seen a girl undress before?"
"Sure," said Jimmy, not taking his eyes off Linda's belly, "but not a lady. Not like this one."
"Well, she ain't no different," Juan said contemptuously. "They're all alike, all cunts. And good for only one thing." His harsh laughter was echoed by Eddie and Kyle, but Jimmy kept on staring at Linda's nearly naked body as if she were a goddess.
"Hey, kid," said Juan. "You wanta take off her panties?"
Again everyone laughed but Jimmy. He turned slowly to Juan, as if not believing what he'd heard. "You really mean it?" he said.
"Sure," said Juan. "You deserve a reward, kid. If it wasn't for you climbing through that window last time, we would never have got the job done. Go ahead. Enjoy yourself."
Jimmy left his chair slowly, his eyes glued to Linda's mid-section. He licked his lips, and as he got closer to her, his freckled face reddened with horny excitement. Linda shuddered. She didn't want that dirty kid touching her. But she would have to endure it.
Jimmy stood so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her belly. His hands shook a little as he seized her panties and began pulling them down. Linda wanted to drop through the floor. She saw the boy's eyes widen as he uncovered her fluffy golden cunt-hair.
"Oh, man!" Jimmy sighed.
He went to his knees as he pulled down her panties and helped her step out of them. His face was level with her pretty blonde snatch. He reached out to touch it, caressing it softly, wonderingly.
"She's nice," he said. "She's clean, and she smells good. She's not like those girls we take out."
"Aw, she may be cleaner," Juan said nonchalantly, "but she's still a cunt. Like the man said, turn 'em upside down and they're all alike. Hey, that gives me an idea. Back off, Jimmy."
Reluctantly Jimmy drew away from Linda, his eyes still devouring her golden fur. Linda waited in cold fear for Juan's next evil notion.
"Down on the floor," he ordered. "On your back."
Linda wept softly as she obeyed. She imagined that her final humiliation was about to come-and she was right.
"Spread 'em," Juan barked.
The others laughed raucously. Linda felt she couldn't blush any deeper. Weeping steadily, she began to spread her legs.
"Now you just get a good look at this," Juan said to the younger boys. "You'll see she ain't no different from the others. A cunt is a cunt."
Linda kept opening her legs, waiting for Juan to tell her to stop, but he didn't. She could feel the cool air of the room on her exposed pussy and, worse, the hot gaze of four adolescent boys focused between her thighs.
"Wider," said Juan. "Bend your knees."
She knew what he wanted, and she hated him for it. He wanted the fullest, most obscene exposure possible. Linda drew her legs apart as wide as she could, then bent her knees and pulled them up to her tits. She couldn't have been more completely displayed.
"See," said Juan, "what did I tell you? You seen one pussy, you seen 'em all."
Linda vowed then and there that she would make Juan pay for this sadistic humiliation. She didn't care how long it took, she would get even with him.
"I gotta get a closer look," said Eddie, grinning.
Linda saw him drop to his hands and knees, start crawling toward her. She closed her eyes, unable to bear his leering glance. Presently she felt his hot moist breath on her naked snatch.
He giggled. "Okay if I touch it?"
"Sure," said Juan. "Share and share alike."
Linda shuddered and sobbed as she felt the boy's rough hand rubbing her naked -"pussy, traveling harshly over her tender pink pussylips and sensitive clit. Then she screamed in pain when Eddie suddenly thrust a sharp-nailed finger up her cunt.
"You bastard!" she cried. "That hurts!" Without thinking, she kicked out at the grinning boy, knocking him onto his back with a kick that drove the breath from him. Eddie gasped and clutched his ribs.
"Hey, Eddie, you okay?" Juan knelt beside him, looked him over.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm all right," Eddie managed to reply.
Juan turned furiously to Linda. "You bitch," he said, "you're gonna pay for that."
Linda trembled in sheer terror. She knew he meant it. She just prayed that whatever he had in mind, it wouldn't be too painful.
"I was gonna save this for later," said Juan, "but we'll do it now. I was gonna show the boys some of your tricks."
Juan sat down near her. He unzipped his fly and took out his limp stubby cock, letting it lie obscenely on his thigh. He glared at Linda.
"Okay, cunt," he hissed, "blow me."
Linda felt a wave of nausea. The other boys laughed appreciatively at Juan's "punishment". They crowded around to watch.
"Hey, Juan," Jimmy tittered, "I bet she won't do THAT."
"Oh, yes, she will," Juan said.
Again he locked eyes with Linda, and she quickly got the message: blow him, or have her pictures shown to everyone in town.
Sobbing, she crawled over to the swarthy teenager and knelt low in front of him. Somebody giggled. She didn't turn to see who it was. Her eyes were locked on the doughy pale lump of Juan's cock.
Well, there was nothing to do but get it over with. She gingerly picked up the soft warm lump of flesh. Juan wasn't circumcised, and the head of his short, fat dick ended in pale wrinkled flesh. She found it thoroughly repulsive.
"Hurry up, bitch," Juan said in his strange, rasping voice. "Stick that meat in your mouth."
More giggles. Apparently all of them thought it was great fun to humiliate a woman. Well, she would get even with them all some day, she swore it. Arrogant little bastards.
"I said stick it in your mouth." Juan was impatient, angry.
Quickly Linda popped the soft warm worm of flesh into her mouth. The other boys gasped, then laughed raucously. They crawled even closer to watch Juan's soft prick disappearing between her lips.
It wasn't hard to take all of it in, he was so short, but he was wide also, and her lips were painfully stretched. Wanting to bring him off quickly, to end her torture, Linda did a good job of it. She applied a swift powerful sucking motion that snapped his meat fully into her mouth, right down to his balls. Juan gasped.
"Whatsamatter, man?" Eddie giggled. "She bite you?"
"Hell, no, she knows better than that," said Juan. "I'd kill her for that." He leaned back on his elbows, a sensual grin spreading over his dark face. "Man, she's good," he crooned. "She really knows how to suck cock."
Linda was glad she was having some effect on him. She hoped to get him very excited and bring him off quick. She began to suck him hard and fast, forcing the saliva into her mouth to make it juicy and wet. The lewd slurping noise made the other boys laugh.
"Sounds like she digs it," Jimmy giggled.
"Oh, she digs it, all right," said Kyle. "My Auntie loves to eat dick."
That's what you think, you little creep, Linda thought angrily.
She kept up the loud wet sucking, doing everything she could to excite the gang leader. She used her tongue to press his doughy fat prick against the silky palate of her mouth, and she drew in her cheeks sharply to compress and tease his warm meat. She drew him so far back that his wrinkled cock-head butted her throat and his limp balls rubbed her chin.
"Awwwwww, Jesus," Juan moaned.
She glanced up and saw his dark eyes rolling wildly. She was getting to him. No more Mr. Super Cool. She knew she'd succeeded when Juan's cock suddenly jerked and went rigid in her mouth.
"Umpf," she muttered.
She hadn't expected his erection to be so sudden. The drowsy worm turned abruptly into a fat, rigid pole, stretching her lips, crowding her mouth. She almost gagged as his glans swelled into a fat throbbing knob.
"Yeah, yeah," Juan chanted. "Suck my meat, baby, suck it."
She did the best she could, sucking him loudly and strongly, even though her jaws and lips ached from his thick hard occupation. Soon she got the first taste of his dribbling juices. Juan was greatly aroused, no doubt about it.
Linda's blonde head bobbed furiously up and down over his lap, her hair flying, her big tits wobbling heavily. The other boys were entranced with her performance. Jimmy and Eddie were so excited by it that they started rubbing their crotches, where tight little bulges signaled hot erections. Kyle was more cool about it, just sitting back and grinning, but Linda already knew, too well, how excited he got when she was "punished".
"Aw, Christ, yeah," Juan panted, "eat that meat, bitch, keep on suckin' me."
He tangled his fingers in her hair and forced her head even farther into his lap. Suddenly Linda realized she was no longer in control of the situation. Juan had a tight hold on her head and was working it up and down, fucking her mouth. She resisted the urge to gag.
"Hey, Kyle," Juan said breathlessly.
Linda heard no more. Apparently some kind of signal passed between them, but she couldn't raise her head to see it. Juan's hands gripped her skull, holding it in place while he worked his rigid hot dick in her mouth.
She heard the other boys giggling and sensed Kyle moving. She paid little attention, for it was all she could do to breathe while Juan viciously raped her mouth, shoving her head right down into his steamy crotch.
"UMMMMMMPF!" Linda gave a muffled cry of surprise as she suddenly felt hard hot flesh poking into her cunt.
"Yeah, buddy, go!" Juan laughed. "Stick it in her!"
Linda blushed hotly. This was something she hadn't expected-to be used by two men at once! Kyle was entering her from behind. She knew that superb long prick all too well.
"Ummmmmm," she whined.
She hadn't expected it to feel so good. She was angry, frightened, humiliated, by everything that had happened so far. She hadn't expected the sharp melting burst of pleasure she experienced as Kyle's swollen prick reamed and stuffed her cunt.
But, then, she should have known. Wasn't she always horny?
Linda cursed her incessant lust. She could feel her pussy responding hotly, eagerly to Kyle's stiff thrusts. Her cream seethed around him, her hips moved in time to his rhythm. She arched her ass upward to take his cock even deeper into her.
"Ummmmmm, UMMMMMM!" she moaned.
"She sure wanted that," Kyle laughed. "She's wet, like a goddamn lake in there."
Linda wanted to die. Kyle and his big mouth! Why did he have to shame her in front of everyone?
"She's wet on this end, too," Juan panted. "She must like the taste of my dick."
He jerked Linda's head furiously up and down on his rigid creamy cock. If he thought she was drooling for him, he was mistaken. Linda was forcing saliva into her mouth to keep from being rubbed raw. On the other end, though, in her flooded cunt, she wasn't faking it. Kyle's long thick prick felt fantastic as it dug and sawed deep in her receptive cunt.
She could feel the first dizzying waves of orgasm as Kyle quickly balled her into a frenzy of sensation. She didn't try to resist it. She might as well get SOMETHING out of all this.
"UMMMMMMMM!" Linda gasped.
The boys watched in awe as her lush body began to shake in the helpless convulsions of climax. Kyle had to cling to her hips to keep from being dislodged. He grinned triumphantly as he made his Aunt come, thrusting his steely-hard prick brutally deep into her nipping flooded twat.
In her excitement, she lost control of her body, and she swallowed the creamy tip of Juan's jerking cock. He gave a shrill yelp, and then she felt his jism spraying helplessly down her throat.
" Aw w www www, God!" Juan howled. "Eat it!"
Linda didn't have much choice, since he kept her head pushed into his lap, forcing her to take the whole length of his squirting meat. After what seemed ages, he finally sighed and released her, his limp, wet prick slipping from her mouth.
At that moment, Kyle gasped, and she felt his jism flooding her cunt, his cock jerking wildly as he filled her. She had been used at both ends, satisfied two men at once, something she didn't know was possible.
Kyle tumbled backwards, his dripping meat popping from her cunt. He rolled on the floor and laughed. "That was some ride, huh, buddy?" he said to Juan.
"Yeah, that was pretty good," Juan agreed. He quickly tucked his limp dick back into his jeans and buttoned up, as if ashamed of his momentary weakness with a woman.
Jimmy and Eddie sat nearby, silent, but giving Juan significant and urgent looks. At last Eddie got the courage to address the leader.
"Hey, Juan," he said nervously, "do you suppose Jimmy and me could, uh-well, you know." He looked hungrily at Linda, who lay flushed and naked on the rug.
Juan laughed. "You guys wanta ball her? Sure, go ahead. She belongs to the whole gang."
Jimmy still seemed uncertain of their good fortune. "It's okay, isn't it, Kyle?" he said. "I mean, she is your aunt."
"She's just another cunt as far as I'm concerned," Kyle said. "Go ahead, screw her."
Linda's head blazed with anger and outrage. Just another cunt? That arrogant little twerp-where did he get off, talking about her like that? For a moment she didn't care about anything, not even the incriminating photos. She just wasn't going to be humiliated and used any more.
Jimmy and Eddie started to approach her, nervous and unsure of their reception. Linda sat up and glared at them.
"Enough is enough," she said flatly. "I'm not letting these two touch me."
"Like hell you ain't," Juan said. "We'll tie you up if we have to."
Linda was about to reply, her face flaming with angry defiance, when the doorbell rang.
"Miss Davis?" called a loud bass voice. "It's me, Officer Scott."
Juan's nostrils flared. "Pigs," he whispered. "We better hide." He glared at Linda. "You talk to him, and make it good. Remember, I got them pictures of you."
CHAPTER SIX
"I'll be right there!" Linda called.
Quickly she scooped up her scattered clothes, ran to the bedroom, and slipped on a robe. Her heart pounded. If only there was some way she could let Fred Scott know what was happening! But how could she, with the four boys hiding right in the next room, listening to everything she said?
Fred Scott grinned when she opened the door. He-hadn't expected anything as nice as this-Linda dressed in a clinging almost transparent robe that showed her deep ripe cleavage, her blonde hair swinging free, her cheeks glowing.
"Hello," he said pleasantly. "I hope I haven't come at a bad time."
"I was just getting out of the shower," Linda said. "Please come in."
She wished she'd worn something else. The robe had no buttons and kept falling aside to reveal her long bare legs. Worse, the material was so flimsy that he must surely see the dark points of her nipples. She sat as demurely as she could on the couch.
Scott plunked himself down next to her, unable to resist the chance to be close. He'd been on the force for ten years, and he'd never met a woman as beautiful as Linda Davis. He wondered why he hadn't seen her before. He certainly meant to make up for lost time.
First, however, there was business to attend to. "It's just a routine check," he said, trying not to ogle her cleavage. "I wondered if you'd heard anything-you know, about the burglaries?"
Linda blushed scarlet.
"Uh, no, Officer Scott, I haven't," she stammered.
"Call me Fred," he said. "It's a small town, we're all neighbors. Which reminds me, I wonder why I haven't met you before. Are you new here?"
"No," said Linda, "I've lived here for five years. But I don't go out much."
"We'll have to change that," said Fred. "How about having dinner with me tomorrow night?"
Linda looked up at him, wishing her glance could tell him what was in her heart. For five years she'd been praying to meet a man like him-a good man, her own age, someone she could respect and love. Now it was too late. She'd been defiled by the gang, involved in their crimes. She could have wept.
But was it really too late? Did Fred ever have to know about her awful experience? She couldn't throw away this chance.
"I'd love to," she said. "Where can I meet you?"
"I get off at six. You could come by the station. But I'd be glad to pick you up."
Linda thought of what her apartment might be like then-the boys smoking pot, perhaps even sorting stolen goods. "No, that's all right," she said quickly. "I'll meet you at the station."
Fred hesitated. The interview was over, and he really had no reason for lingering, but he didn't want to go. She was so close to him, he could feel her radiating warmth, smell her perfume. And, dammit, she was beautiful. He noticed, with a tinge of excitement, that her robe had slipped off her legs, revealing firm tan thighs and the dark shadow of her crotch. He felt his cock beginning to twitch with excitement. Perhaps she was aroused, too. He could see her nipples hardening, going saucy and pointed under her robe.
Linda could hardly sit still as she held Scott's prolonged and hungry gaze. Her pussy was creaming furiously for this man. She saw that he wanted to touch her, and she ached to let him do it, to let him draw her down on the couch and take her right there and then.
If it weren't for those damned hoodlums hiding in her kitchen. With a sigh, Linda realized she had to terminate the interview.
"Well," she said brightly, getting to her feet, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Fred, but I do look forward to tomorrow."
"Me, too," he said, clasping her hand in one of his big paws.
She hated to close the door on him. She was left alone again with her tormentors.
Juan appeared from the kitchen, followed closely by the rest of the gang. He sneered at her.
"Pig lover," he said contemptuously. "We heard it all-you calling him by his first name, making a date with him. Well, lady, think again. You ain't going out with no cop."
Linda's eyes blazed with anger. "Oh, no," she hissed, "that's going too far. You may be able to use my body, because of those damned photos, but you're not going to run my life. I'm going to meet Fred tomorrow, whether you like it or not."
Juan glared at her, hands on hips, his dark eyes full of hatred and contempt. "You're wrong, bitch," he said. "You'll do whatever I say-and you know why. I'm telling you, you're not seeing that pig, and that's final. Forget it."
"Go to hell," said Linda. "I've had enough from you. More than enough. I won't rat on you, you know that, but you can't run my private life. I intend to keep that date."
Juan's fists tightened. "Lady, you need to be taught a lesson. You sure as hell don't learn very fast."
Linda stiffened, prepared to receive his blow, but instead of hitting her, he turned to Kyle. "Get that rope," he said. Then, to Jimmy and Eddie, "Help me get her into the bedroom."
Linda screamed and ran for the door, but the boys intercepted her and began dragging her down the hall. She fought, kicking and clawing, but she was no match for three strong teenage boys. They dragged her into her bedroom and forced her head down on the bed.
"You'll pay for this!" she raged. "You'll be sorry!"
"Oh, no," said Juan, "it's YOU that's gonna be sorry, cunt. I'm gonna show you what happens when you don't obey me."
Kyle entered the room with the rope. Linda sobbed and struggled, but the boys managed to hold her down on her back while Kyle tied her up, roping her wrists and ankles firmly to the bedposts. Her legs were held wide open, making her exposed and vulnerable. She wept in shame and terror.
Juan surveyed their work and nodded, satisfied. "Okay," he said, "there's nothing she can do now. Hey, Eddie, heads or tails?" He produced a coin from his pocket, grinned.
Eddie grinned, too. "Heads," he said.
Juan flipped the coin. "Well, you win," he said. "Jimmy, you have to be second."
Jimmy had been staring almost adoringly at Linda's lush mature body. "I don't care," he said, "just as long as I get a turn."
"Okay, Eddie," said Juan. "Go ahead. She's all yours."
The other boys stood around the bed to watch as Eddie approached Linda.
Like Jimmy, he seemed awestruck by her beauty and by the fact that she was an adult, an authority figure. For a moment he just stood beside the bed and stared at her. His erection was gone.
"Hey, man, go ahead," said Kyle. "She's nothing special. You saw Juan and me fuck her."
"Yeah, but. .. " Eddie still hesitated. He'd never had a grown woman before, and certainly never a real lady like Linda.
"Aw, for chrissake," said Juan impatiently, "what's wrong? Can't you get it up?"
Eddie blushed. He didn't want to appear weak before his leader. "No problem," he said, beginning to undress.
Linda watched him helplessly. He was sixteen, the same age as Kyle, but not as tall and not as sophisticated. He was strong and broad-shouldered, though, not unattractive. As he lowered his jeans, she saw his pale limp prick swinging loosely from a small patch of brown hairs. He wasn't nearly as well hung as her nephew.
Eddie crawled naked onto the bed, the other boys crowding closer to watch the action. For one last time, Linda strained at her bonds, vainly trying to escape. She didn't want to be used like this! But the ropes held firm, and she was trapped.
"Please, no ... " she whimpered.
But of course no one paid any attention to her distress. These young punks were interested only in using her, in their own pleasure. She could expect no mercy from any of them.
Eddie crawled between her legs, held wide apart by the ropes, then stopped. He rested there, gawking at her golden pussy-muff and the gleaming line of pink flesh between her thighs. His eyes widened.
"What's the matter, man?" Kyle laughed. "Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?"
"Not like this," said Eddie, his eyes still glued to Linda's lewdly exposed snatch. "I mean, I never got a chance to just sit and look at one."
"Well, take your time," Juan said sarcastically.
The leader's irony was lost on the gawking boy. Eddie stared for a long time at the plump lips of her pussy with their golden fringe, at her clit, and the light brown wrinkled asshole. At last he reached out to touch her.
Linda whimpered in protest, remembering how rough and painful his touch had been before. She did her best to wrench her body away from him, but it was no use.
"Jeez," said Eddie, "she's hot."
He rested his fingers gingerly on her snatch. Almost timidly he moved a finger back and forth over the tiny scarlet bud of her clit. When he touched her gently like that, it didn't feel so bad. In fact it was nice.
"What is this thing, anyhow?" he asked.
"I don't know the name for it," Juan said. "But the girls sure like to be touched there."
"My mother called it her joy-button " Kyle contributed.
Eddie rubbed the little fleshy bump again and again, back and forth, and he kept glancing up at Linda's flushed face to see if he was getting a rise out of her. To his disappointment, she seemed totally unmoved.
In fact it was all she could do not to moan with pleasure. It felt so good to have her clit gently rubbed like that. Little shivers of sensual feeling ran through her pelvis, and she felt her cunt getting aroused and wet and hot.
Damn it all, wouldn't she ever be able to control her immoral body?
Eddie suddenly seized the soft shaft of her clit and began to knead it between his thumb and forefinger. Sharp pleasure jolted her body.
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Juan chuckled. "I think you pressed the right button, man," he said, "That got to her."
Creep, Linda thought bitterly. It didn't really please him to see her enjoy herself. He was only pleased if he could humiliate her.
Eddie kneaded her clit steadily, exciting hot pleasure in her loins. In spite of her resolve not to enjoy it, her cunt began to cream heavily. She felt the lips of her pussy swelling and growing wet. She prayed the boys wouldn't notice.
But Eddie did. He suddenly laughed and inspected his fingers, which had become soaked with her helpless cream. "Hey, she's wet," he said.
"That means she wants it," said Juan. "Go ahead, ball her."
"Noooo," Linda whined. "I don't want it!"
Again no one paid any attention. It was as if she had no rights at all, as if she were only a plaything for these grinning kids. Eddie looked longingly at her now moist and swollen cunt. It was clear that he wanted to mount her, fuck her in a commanding way, as Kyle had done earlier.
There was just one problem. He still didn't have a hard-on.
Juan noticed and almost spat with disgust.
"Hey, man, what's wrong?" he said. "You never had that problem before. Last week, with that girl we picked up-"
"I know, I know," Eddie said impatiently. "Just give me a second, I'll get it up."
He seized his limp cock and began to pump it briskly in his fist.
Kyle's face took on a wicked grin. "Hey, Eddie," he said, "why go to all that work when she can do it for you?"
"Huh?" said Eddie.
"Stick it in her mouth, man," said Kyle. "Like Juan did. That'll get up really fast."
Eddie gawked at him a moment, and then his eyes lit up. "Hey, I'd really like to try that," he said.
"Nobody's stopping you," Juan said. "Go ahead. Get her to blow you. She's real good at that."
Linda felt a wave of nausea, just as she had when Juan asked her to suck him off. She knew there was no point in protesting, though. Juan would simply force her mouth open. She braced herself. Eddie began to crawl over her.
He sat down gingerly on her cushiony warm tits, his limp cock brushing her face. He looked at her imploringly but didn't have the nerve to ask her to suck him. Linda only stared back, her mouth firmly closed, enjoying his nervousness.
"Open up, Auntie," Kyle snapped. "You know better than that."
She flashed her nephew a glance of pure hatred, then opened her lips. With trembling hand, Eddie inserted his doughy limp cock. Linda closed her lips around it and began to suck.
Linda was struggling against the urge to bite him, to spit him out. It seemed as if the gang was going to rape her mouth as much as her cunt. Eddie's prick felt cool and slimy to her, repugnant. She sucked mechanically, wanting to get it over with.
Eddie was quickly excited by his first blow job. She felt his slug-like little prick twitching into life on her tongue. It jerked hard a few times, then began to swell and lengthen. His foreskin retracted under the pressure of his erection, and she felt the hard, hot knob of his glans. A trickle of salty cock-juice assaulted her taste buds.
"Awwwww, Jesus," Eddie whined, his eyes screwed tightly shut in his ecstasy.
Fortunately, even in full erection his cock wasn't very big, and there was no danger of her gagging on it. Encouraged by his swift arousal, Linda decided to try to bring him off in her mouth. It would be better than having that grubby sweaty boy fuck her.
She began to suck with great pressure and speed.
"Eeeeee!" Eddie squealed.
His pale swollen meat zipped in and out of her lips, gleaming with her spit. Her sucking got loud and wet, an obscene slurping noise, much to the amusement of her audience.
"Man, look at her eat that cock!" Juan sneered.
"She really digs it, don't she?" laughed Jimmy.
"Nothin' she likes better," Kyle assured them.
If only they knew how she despised them all.
Linda sucked even harder, hoping to bring the boy off now, to end her torture. Eddie clawed her naked shoulders, whined shrilly in his hot excitement and seemed about to come.
"Ah, jeez, wait," he panted.
He jerked his hips back, making his spit-soaked prick pop from her mouth. It snapped up to hug his belly. He quickly crawled back off her and knelt between her legs. The victory was not to be hers after all. He still intended to ball her.
She felt his hard wet prick bumping the tender tissues of her pussy. Blindly he sought out her cunt, gasping and panting in his eagerness. Then she felt it-the hard knob of his cock wedging into her creamy, aroused cunt.
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
His small cock easily penetrated her in one shove. It felt delicious to her. She needed that hard stuffing, that almost brutal jerking of his meat in her ever-famished cunt. She told herself that she wouldn't cry out, wouldn't let them know how aroused she was, but she did intend to enjoy it.
"Yeah, yeah," Eddie chanted as he swiftly balled her.
Linda clamped her lips shut to stifle her cries of pleasure. She loved each hard searing thrust of his hard little prick, loved the hot friction against her nipping vaginal walls . . .
"AWWWWWW!" Eddie yelped.
She felt his jism sizzling into her. She was deeply disappointed. Why, it hadn't even lasted thirty seconds. A few shoves, and the overexcited boy had shot his load. Far from satisfying her, all he'd done was arouse and frustrate her.
"Whew, she was hot in there," Eddie giggled, pulling his limp prick out of Linda's sperm-soaked twat.
He crawled off the bed, obviously pleased with himself. Linda was not pleased at all. She could have used another five minutes of his hard poking-but then no one cared if SHE got any pleasure . . .
"Okay, Jimmy, she's all yours," said Juan. "Ball her good, man."
Red-haired Jimmy, the youngest of the gang, began to strip. He was grinning in anticipation of fucking this beautiful older woman.
Linda watched him undress, calculating what she would have to face this time. He was the shortest of the boys, not even as tall as she was, and he was bony and skinny. His flesh was wormy pale and dotted with big brown freckles. His immature pubic thatch was a mere wisp of copper. And his cock was tiny . . .
It seemed no bigger than her middle finger, even though the boy was tautly erect, his pale prick hugging his belly and drooling bright bubbles of cock-juice. His young balls were bright pink and tightly swollen but no bigger than walnuts.
Linda decided she had nothing to fear from him-and nothing to enjoy. Her mature cunt would hardly feel that minuscule prick .. .
If Jimmy was ashamed of his size, he certainly didn't show it. He crawled onto the bed with complete confidence, leering at her in a sadistic way which he must have copied from Juan. Linda almost felt like laughing. Did he think he was going to excite her with THAT tiny cock?
Jimmy surprised her completely. Instead of crawling between her legs, he suddenly dived for her crotch. Linda gasped as she felt his mouth abruptly planted on her tender, wet pussylips.
"Shit," Juan said contemptuously, "I don't never give head."
"Not me," Juan said disgustedly. Then he broke into a grin. "I wonder where the kid learned that?"
Jimmy was too busy to tell him. His redhead bounced up and down between Linda's wide-stretched legs. The others could hear a wet slurping and sucking noise. The strangest sight, though, was Linda's face.
Her lovely features were contorted in a grimace of sensual pleasure. Her eyes rolled crazily for a moment, then shut tightly, and they saw her teeth flash, her tongue loll out to lick her lips. Her face began to flush a mottled pink.
"Ooooooo," she moaned, "oooooo!"
She hated herself for her weakness, but it was impossible for her to resist the delicious things Jimmy was doing to her. Like Juan, she wondered where such a young boy had learned these things. His pointed wet tongue tickled swiftly all over her sensitive clit, making her wild with pleasure. Then he began to suck her tender red bud, and she almost fainted with the joy of it.
"Well, he's really getting to her," said Juan. "I gotta admit that."
Linda felt her whole clit sucked into the fierce heat and wetness of Jimmy's busy mouth. Its pleasure was overwhelming. Helplessly she moaned and arched her pelvis upward to get more of the sweet friction of his lips. Floods of steamy cunt-juice squirted out of her seething twat to wet the boy's chin.
"Uhhhhhh," she whined, "ahhhhhhh ..."
Kyle snickered. "That always gets to her. Ol' Auntie just loves to have her pussy eaten. Like I said, Juan, you oughta try it-it always works."
"I'll leave that stuff to you guys," Juan said, sneering. Nevertheless, he was clearly aroused by the scene. He bent close to observe exactly what Jimmy was doing to get Linda so aroused.
And obviously she was aroused. Even Eddie, the least experienced of the gang, could see that. Her face was flushed, her body arched up to receive Jimmy's sucking mouth, and she was panting and moaning without restraint. They'd gotten to her at last.
Linda felt Jimmy's expert tongue leaving her now-swollen clit and moving down between her legs, circling and exploring her wet, seething cunt. It felt delicious, and she whimpered helplessly. Down, down his tongue went, till it was tickling mischievously around the tight, wrinkled hole in her ass.
To her surprise, even that was exciting. She'd never known that her ass could be a source of erotic pleasure. But when Jimmy's wet, rough tongue lapped and tickled there, it drove her wild. She felt the pointed tip of his tongue pushing at the tight-clenched anal mouth, trying to get in.
She was shocked, but at the same time, she wanted it. My God, she had to get SOMETHING out of all this. She relaxed her anal muscles in wicked invitation.
"Eeeeeee!" Her cry was hoarse, ecstatic.
She felt Jimmy's slick tongue gliding up her asshole, right to the root, and it was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt. Her aroused pussy creamed furiously over the boy's hot face as she willingly took his tongue deep into her bowels.
"Man, she's going crazy," Juan said wonderingly. "What's he doing to her, anyhow?"
Eddie giggled. He had a better view of the action. "He's got his tongue up her ass," he said.
"You're kidding," Juan said.
Yet there had to be something to account for Linda's obvious frenzy of pleasure. Juan bent closer to have a look, and he saw his friend's wet pink tongue flicking in and out of Linda's tight little bumhole.
"Jesus Christ!" Juan rasped.
Linda was close to coming when Jimmy suddenly withdrew his teasing tongue from her hot ass. She gave a whimper of disappointment. The red-haired boy sat up, wiped her cream from his face, and grinned.
"Really turned her on, didn't I?" he said proudly.
"Yeah, you did," said Juan. "Where'd you learn all that kinky stuff, anyhow?"
"There's this old lady in our building," Jimmy said. "I mean, she must be like forty-five or something. But her old man is drunk all the time, and she ain't gettin' any, so she lets me ball her whenever I want. She's taught me a whole bunch of stuff. Kyle is right, man. They really like it when you go down on them!"
Having concluded his little speech, Jimmy wasted no more time. He crawled up snug between Linda's thighs and jammed his small, stiff prick into her seething, flooded pussy. He began to fuck her furiously, jerking and sawing his rigid meat in the red-hot sheath of her cunt.
"Oooooo!" Linda squealed. "Ohhhhhh, yes, YES..."
Even Jimmy's tiny prick felt wonderful in her powerfully aroused cunt. She couldn't restrain herself any longer. She just let go and enjoyed the boy's furious fast fucking. The other boys grinned and leered at her, smug in their conquest.
Why could she never resist a cock, even when she hated its owner? What was the matter with her?
Suddenly she knew: if she only had a steady man, a good man, to take care of her regularly, she wouldn't behave like this. A man like Fred Scott.
Her thoughts were wiped out by a stunning orgasm that made her howl with delight. She needed it, she loved it, but at the same time she was aware-all too aware-of that sea of grinning mocking faces around her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day, Friday, was a day of grim determination for Linda. All day at work she thought of what awaited her at home-Juan and the gang, ready to conquer and humiliate her again. Well, she wasn't going to submit. She wasn't going to let them ruin her life. She was going to keep that date with Fred Scott, no matter how much Juan threatened her.
There was just one problem. She had to get her hands on those incriminating photos. Once she did that, she'd be free.
Linda got home shortly after five. As she expected, the four boys were at the apartment, smoking dope, waiting for her. She ignored them, striding down the hall to her room, intending only to shower and dress and get out of there. To meet Fred.
She locked the bathroom door so no one could sneak up on her. As she bathed, she tried to think things out, to formulate a plan. Naturally the gang wasn't going to let her go without an argument, but she had to get out of there. She just couldn't pass up this chance with Fred. He might be her last chance for a decent life.
Her insight yesterday had been correct, she knew. She was no nymphomaniac, just a healthy, normal woman who needed regular sexual satisfaction. And for that, she needed only one partner, someone she could love and respect. Fred might be that partner.
Linda emerged from the bathroom wearing a sensible terry cloth robe. She wanted to do absolutely nothing to arouse the gang. As she entered her bedroom and prepared to lock the door, however, Juan appeared in the hallway.
"Get out here and make us some drinks," he commanded.
Linda slammed the door and locked it.
Her heart pounded. She might have made a big mistake, angering Juan like that. But the deed was done, and she had to make the best of it. She could dress quickly and go out the fire escape.
She had just taken off her robe when she heard the crash.
Juan had forced the flimsy door with his shoulder, and he came thundering into the room. Flushed and snarling, he faced her.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted.
Linda went pale, but she faced him resolutely.
"I have a date," she said. "I intend to keep it. Now get out of my room."
"Lady," Juan hissed, "you must be crazy. You know I got those pictures. You want me to start showing them around town?"
Linda's heart thundered as an idea came to her. Idly she wandered toward Juan till she was next to the bedside table and the heavy lamp. Casually she curled her fingers around the base of the lamp. Juan didn't notice because he was too busy ogling her big quivering breasts.
"I don't believe you have those pictures," she said. "I stole them from your jacket yesterday."
He fell for it. His eyes widened, and he groped for his inside jacket pocket. That told Linda where the photos were. She hurled the lamp at him as hard as she could.
It was a good shot, catching him on the forehead, but it wasn't hard enough. Juan staggered backwards but didn't fall. Still Linda was committed. While he reeled dizzily, she sprang at him, pushing him hard against the wall, knocking the breath out of him.
While Juan gasped for air, she dug into his pocket and seized the pictures. She had them in her hand.
Juan's vicious slap knocked her halfway across the room.
"Get in here!" he shouted. "Help me!"
The other boys rushed in. They gawked at Juan, whose forehead was bleeding, and at Linda, who was now crawling forward unsteadily toward the photos which were scattered over the floor.
She almost had them when Kyle grabbed her and pinned her arms behind her. She wept loudly.
"Fuckin' bitch!" Juan raved. "She hit me with a lamp, tried to get the pictures. Eddie, you pick 'em up. Jimmy, get me a rag, something to wipe my head with."
The gang scampered around, doing his bidding, while Linda waited in stark terror for her punishment. She had made her move and failed. She knew she would have to pay for it.
When Juan had tended to his bruised forehead and stowed the photos safely away in his jacket, he ordered Linda taken to the living room.
He had her put in a large chair, her hands tied around the back of it so that her huge breasts thrust forward obscenely. That was bad enough, but he also had her legs thrown up over the arms of the chair and tied in that position, in the most lewd exposure possible. Her raw pink slit was fully revealed to the grinning boys.
"Now you're gonna pay for what you did," he told her grimly.
Linda said nothing. She was afraid to anger him any further. He seemed mad enough to kill her already. So she remained silent, but inside she was trembling with dread and fear.
The boys hardly needed an invitation. All of them seemed hotly excited by her lewd posture. Her gleaming blonde hair hung loose on her shoulders, and her big breasts, grapefruit-size, thrust forward tauntingly, the bright pink nipples standing out starkly against the pale flesh.
Her ass was forced forward almost to the edge of the chair, her legs drawn back, so that her gleaming pink slit appeared wantonly thrust at them. They could see the golden-furred, plump cuntlips drawn apart to reveal her tiny red clit. The swollen pink lips of her pussy were forced apart, too, to show the shadowed moist mouth of her cunt. Even her small clenched asshole was visible. Nothing was left to their imagination.
Linda surveyed the boys and saw three sharply tented crotches, three fierce erections, and she knew she was in for plenty of punishment. Only Juan was not excited by her helpless display of snatch. The crotch of his jeans was soft. She was thankful for that.
"Well, who goes first?" Jimmy asked eagerly.
"We could toss a coin," said Eddie, who was rubbing his little cock-stand impatiently.
"Aw, you go ahead, Eddie," Kyle laughed. "Looks like you're about to come in your jeans."
"You better believe it," Eddie sighed. "You mind, Jimmy?"
"Yeah," said the redhead, "but go ahead anyhow. You ain't gonna last more than a few seconds anyhow. I can wait that long to get mine."
They all laughed. Linda wished she could be amused, too, but she was only outraged and scared. She wished they hadn't tied her up like that, with her pussy on display for the world. It was so humiliating.
Eddie started to undress. This time he didn't have any problem keeping his hard-on. Linda braced herself as the grinning teen-ager approached her.
"Bang her good," Juan said grimly. "We gotta teach this chick to obey."
Eddie knelt in front of Linda's chair and took careful aim at her lewdly exposed, dark cunt. Then he rammed his stiff stubby cock forward as hard as he could.
"UHHHHHH!" Linda gasped.
She was dry, and it was very painful. As Eddie hammered his thick meat in her unaroused cunt, she finally understood what "rape" meant. All the other times she'd been more or less aroused, despite her hatred for the gang. She'd had some lubrication. This dry fuck was awful, searing her whole cunt with pain.
"N-n-noooooo!" she screamed.
Juan loomed over her, watching his buddy's white meat jerk swiftly in and out of her protesting hole. He grinned evilly at her.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Yes, you sadistic bastard!" Linda cried.
"Good," said Juan. "Ball her harder, Eddie. Really give it to her."
Eddie was more than willing to obey. In fact he couldn't help himself. As Jimmy had predicted, he was swiftly approaching his climax, and his natural urge was to fuck as fast and hard as he could.
"Ohhhhh, God, no, NO!" Linda wailed.
The pain was awful. She felt as if she were being split in half. As his excitement mounted, Eddie thrust deeper into her, butting her tender womb. She thought she was going to faint when suddenly he yelped and she felt the first splatter of his come. It stung her bruised cunt, but at least it signaled the end of her pain.
"Man, that was good," Eddie sighed, slipping away from her.
Sure it was, for you, you little turd, Linda thought bitterly.
She didn't have time to think much more, for Jimmy was already shucking his clothes and coming toward her, a cocky leer on his freckled face.
She eyed his thin little prick, which was tautly erect. It was so small, and now she had Eddie's jism to moisten her cunt. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time.
Jimmy knelt between her legs and began to poke his hard little prick idly, slowly, in and out of her soaked cunt. It certainly wasn't much of a fuck, but for once she was glad.
"Hey, man, do it to her hard," Juan said with some irritation. "This is supposed to be a punishment.
Jimmy grinned at him. "It will be. Just wait."
When his cock was slippery and wet from her jism-flooded cunt, he suddenly pulled out.
"OOOWWWWWW!" Linda wailed.
He'd suddenly jabbed his hard sharp prick right into her asshole!
Linda lurched violently from the pain, straining against the ropes that held her. Desperately she sought to twist her body off the cruel impalement, but she was tied too tightly. She screamed with the searing pain of his rigid meet in her untried ass.
"Awwwww!" Jimmy sighed. "Man, this hole is TIGHT!"
He completely ignored her agonized cries, working his skinny prick briskly in her tight hot anus. Most cunts were too large to give him much pleasure, his cock was so small, and Linda's exquisitely narrow asshole was a real treat for him.
He sought to bury himself completely in that wonderfully tight, hot hole. Her anal muscles resisted him, fought him, but he thrust savagely forward, spearing into her fiery-hot bowels till at last his rosy young balls came to rest against her ass.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Her ass is so fuckin' tight!"
"Her ass?" Juan snorted. "What do you mean?" He bent closer to see just what Jimmy was doing, then let out a whoop of sadistic glees. "Jesus, you guys, he's got it up her ass!"
The others rushed forward to have a look, then began to snicker and laugh. "Hey, Auntie," said Kyle, "how does it feel to be corn-holed?"
He didn't really need to ask. Linda's face was pale and taut with pain. Juan observed this and grinned. Never had she seen him so delighted.
"Bugger that bitch," he hissed excitedly to Jimmy. "Tear her up! That'll teach her to do what we say."
If she'd been free of the ropes, she would have torn Juan apart. As it was, all she could do was endure the terrible pain of having her ass fucked. Jimmy was unrelenting, working his rigid sharp little dick harder and harder in her tortured bumhole. She wondered how much more she could stand.
"Awwwwwww!" Jimmy bawled.
She felt the painful sting of his jism in her bowels. She sobbed as he filled her with the fiery stuff. It hurt almost as much as the bum-fucking. She shuddered with relief when his limp meat finally slipped from her torn anus.
"Okay, Kyle, your turn," said Juan. "Teach this cunt a lesson."
Oh, God, Linda thought, don't let him put it in my ass.
Her grinning nephew stood before her, hands on hips, his cock huge and menacing in full erection. She thought of that thick thing reaming her raked asshole, and she almost fainted with terror.
"What's wrong, Auntie?" he mocked. "You always dug making it with me before."
He dropped to his knees before her, and she steeled herself for another round of pain. Then, to her great relief, she felt her nephew's thick fleshy sausage easing into her cunt. Thank God he hadn't tried to imitate Jimmy.
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
The breath was knocked from her as Kyle savagely thrust his hard prick all the way to her womb in one brisk shove. He began to ball her viciously, his taut belly slamming against hers with every monstrous plunge.
"Rape her," Juan hissed, "split her!"
Linda glanced up at the swarthy gang leader and saw the leering excitement on his twisted face. The boy was sick in the head, she understood that now.
He was a sadist, getting off on pain, as long as it wasn't HIS pain.
Kyle balled her brutally, but now that her cunt was wet with Eddie's come, it didn't hurt so much. In fact she was getting some pleasure out of it. Five years without a man had made her more than ready for some really heavy balling.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured.
She felt her cunt oozing its juice around his slicing meat, felt a quiver of excitement with each deep thrust of his big stiff prick. Yes, it was feeling better and better. Wouldn't it be a laugh if she could cheat Juan, if she could come during her "punishment"?
"UMMMMM!" Linda cried.
Kyle's stiff fucking was getting her really aroused now. Her pussy was suddenly soaked with her eager juice, and she began to move her hips in time to her nephew's swift jabbing cock. She moaned hoarsely as her pleasure mounted. She was going to come-and to hell with what they thought.
"Uh-uh," said Juan, "no good. She's starting to get off on it."
"Right," Kyle gasped.
Linda noted that even in the midst of a sweaty exciting fuck, Kyle obeyed his leader. What kind of power did Juan have over these boys?
Kyle suddenly stood up, leaned over Linda, and rammed his long thick penis into her gasping mouth.
"UUUMPF!" she cried.
She was taken by surprise, unable to stop him. She gagged and retched as she felt the thick cock-head jabbing into her throat. It was awful, she couldn't breathe. Kyle whined, and then her throat and mouth were flooded with his thick, sticky come.
Gagging, coughing, she was forced to swallow it all.
Kyle drew, away, grinning triumphantly, his wet limp prick slip-slapping against his thigh.
"Very good," Juan admitted. "Good idea."
The others were looking at him. "Your turn, Juan," Eddie said at last. "Aren't you gonna do it to her, too?"
He turned and walked into the kitchen. They heard the refrigerator door opening.
"Hey," Kyle laughed, "this is a weird time for a snack, man."
There was no answer from Juan. In a moment he returned to the living room carrying a very large zucchini squash. The others gawked at him.
"What the hell?" said Kyle.
Juan eyed the bruised wet mouth of Linda's cunt.
- "She likes 'em big," he said. "She got off on your dick, Kyle, 'cause she likes big ones. Well, let's see how she likes this.
Linda's eyes widened in horror as she began to understand what Juan was going to do. The crotch of his jeans was still flat. He wasn't going to use his cock on her-he was going to use a dildo. His sadism, his sickness, was unbelievable.
The zucchini was about ten inches long and as thick as her wrist.
"NOOOOOO!" she screamed.
Juan approached, holding the huge green squash like a weapon.
"Oh, Christ, man," Eddie tittered. "You're not really gonna put that thing in her, are you?"
"Sure," Juan rasped. "Sure I am."
"Oh, God, no!" Linda wept. "Please! You'll hurt me-"
"That's the whole idea, bitch," Juan said.
The other boys gathered around eagerly to watch their leader's performance. Linda looked desperately at Kyle. Surely he wouldn't let this happen to his own aunt. But Kyle was grinning, licking his lips, and eyeing the huge zucchini squash with evil interest. Clearly the whole idea turned him on.
She wasn't going to escape. No one was going to help her.
"After this," Juan said, "you won't ever disobey us again. You'll know we mean business."
"I know that already," Linda said desperately. "Please don't do this to me."
"Oh, but I have to," Juan said mockingly. "You're a cop-lover, and cop-lovers have to be punished. Of course, I might change my mind if you promised never to see that Scott guy again."
Linda looked at him in silence. That was going too far. She wasn't going to let the gang spoil her chances with Fred, no matter what they did to her. She braced herself for the torture.
"You won't promise not to see him?" Juan asked.
Linda shook her head.
"Okay, then," Juan snapped, "I got no choice. If you won't change your mind, maybe this'll change it for you."
Tears of fright started to Linda's wide blue eyes as the dark-haired gang leader approached her. He aimed the huge, long zucchini at her exposed and defenseless snatch, then jabbed it forward.
"OOOOOOOOO!" Linda screamed.
The huge vegetable was not only thick and long, it was cold. She felt icy penetration, terrifying stretching of her delicate cuntal walls. The hard tip of the squash raked her womb. Then Juan began to work the thing in and out of her, imitating the motions of a cock.
The other boys snickered and crowded closer, watching the dark green vegetable appearing and disappearing between the fur-fringed lips of her pussy. It was a grotesque sight.
"Oh, noooo," Linda wailed, "no, no ... "
She couldn't help those first cries of protest, but she quickly understood that the more she wept and screamed, the more Juan enjoyed it. As he worked the thick zucchini in and out of-her creamy little cunt, he kept glancing at her face, enjoying the signs of pain and fear.
She realized that only one thing would stop him. If he thought she was enjoying it, he'd quit right away.
Much as she hated it, Linda began to fake signs of pleasure. As the boys watched her studiously, digging her reactions, she let her face soften into a sensual smile. Instead of crying, she began to sigh and moan. She started working her pussy eagerly around the thick impalement of the squash.
"Yes," she murmured, "oh, yes, that feels great!"
The boys gawked at each other.
"Holy shit!" Eddie said. "She likes it!"
Kyle almost spat with contempt. "Sure, we shoulda guessed. She'd get off on anything."
Juan stared at her in disbelief. He kept working the vegetable in her cunt, fast and hard, trying to hurt her, but Linda responded with eager cries and a sensual grin.
Juan drew the squash out of her and tossed it away in disgust.
"Whore," he snapped. "Dirty whore!"
He was disappointed, but Linda saw that the lewd torture had had its effect on him. At his crotch she saw a huge bulge. That must have happened when he knew he was hurting her, the creep.
"Untie her," he said.
Linda struggled not to show her relief. She'd beaten him at his own game, shown him that he couldn't defeat her with all his kinky punishments. The boys obeyed, releasing her, and she gratefully rubbed her sore wrists and ankles.
She glanced up at the clock. Five-thirty. There was still time to dress and meet Fred at the station. If only she could get those photos back, she'd be the complete victor.
She looked up at Juan, intending to ask him about the pictures, and she saw from the look on his face that she hadn't won after all. He was rubbing his crotch, looking at her hungrily.
"Aren't you going to let me go now?" she said weakly.
He laughed, not a pleasant sound. "Are you kidding? We ain't finished with you yet, pig-lover. That punishment didn't work. Well, I just thought of something that will."
She glanced around at the other members of the gang, to see how willing they were to continue. All of them had fresh hard-ons. Apparently Juan's little performance with the zucchini had turned on everybody. Her heart sank.
Juan studied her, working out the logistics of his next game. His dark eyes gleamed with cruel excitement.
"On the floor," he said at last.
"Oh, God," Linda wept, "leave me alone!"
"No way," said Juan. "You got to learn to obey."
Wearily she left the chair and walked to the center of the rug. She knew there was no point in resisting. She couldn't overcome all these boys. She could only pray they'd get tired and leave her alone soon.
"What're we gonna do now, Juan?" Jimmy asked eagerly.
"Well, I was thinking," said Juan, "we waste a lotta time when we take her one at a time. We're gonna try all doing it to her at once."
Linda's head reeled. All at once? Was that possible? True, she'd satisfied both Juan and Kyle, with her cunt and her mouth, but she didn't understand how she could take on four men at the same time.
The other boys didn't understand either.
"How we gonna work that?" said Eddie.
"You just wait and see," Juan laughed. "I'll show you as we go along." He turned his hard cruel eyes on Linda. "Get on your knees, whore."
Linda sank to her knees, wondering how he meant to carry out this ultimate punishment. It was too late for her to meet Fred now, and Juan wouldn't have let her go anyhow. It was too late for anything. She felt numb and defeated.
"Okay," said Juan. "First, Kyle, you kneel in front of her and start balling her."
Kyle frowned, not greatly attracted to the uncomfortable position, but as usual he obeyed his leader. Tall, blond, and naked, he strode over to where his weeping aunt was kneeling and got down in front of her.
"Hey, Auntie, cheer up," he said. "Four cocks at once-that really oughta turn you on."
Linda only looked at him, her eyes full of hate. If only she hadn't let this warped youngster into her life, none of these awful things would have happened.
"Do it to her slow," Juan instructed. "I want you to last."
Kyle's long thick cock was fully erect, the head hard and red and knobby. Cock-juice oozed from the dark slit-mouth of his glans, thick and gleaming. Ordinarily Linda would have been excited by the prospect of fucking someone so well hung, but not now.
Kyle gingerly bent his swollen dick toward the furry expanse of her pussy. Linda felt the wet glans nosing between her thighs, tickling her tender cuntlips. Kyle deftly lodged the thick head of his cock in her wet cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Linda cried.
He was pushing into her, thick and long and forceful. In one slow gliding thrust he filled her all the way to the womb. Obeying Juan's instructions, he was slow and gentle, and it felt good to Linda. She was surprised at how good it felt.
Kyle sighed softly, then began to work his long rigid dick slowly in and out of her nipping slick pussy. Linda felt shivers of pleasure rippling through her body, and she began to cream. She kept her lips tightly shut, though, vowing not to let the gang know that she was enjoying herself. She wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
Juan strolled over to inspect his arrangements. Looking at Linda's pale, hostile face, he nodded in satisfaction.
"That's just the beginning, bitch," he said. "Just wait'll you see what else I got planned."
Linda glared at him but said nothing. He chuckled and walked away.
"Okay, Jimmy," he said, "your turn to get in on the act. You do it to her from behind. You know, like you did before."
"In the ass?" Jimmy giggled.
"Yeah," Juan grinned, "in the ass."
Linda stiffened as she anticipated the pain. She wanted to scream, run, but she knew it would do her no good. They'd only force her. As Kyle continued to fuck her in those long, slow, delicious strokes, she knelt tensely, waiting for Jimmy.
First there was his hot moist breath on her back as he knelt behind her, then the touch of his dirty sweaty hands on her naked hips as he steadied himself. She felt his hard skinny little cock brushing her bare ass.
"Oooooooo, noooo," she whimpered.
She could feel the slick slimy head of his little dick poking insistently at her tightly clenched asshole. She resisted as best she could, but Jimmy was determined. He rammed her tight brownie again and again, till at last the hard head of his cock popped inside.
"Owwwwwww!" Linda shrieked. "Oh, no, NO!"
Jimmy was panting, grunting, half in naughty excitement and half in the effort to penetrate her amazingly tight bumhole. He shoved and poked, inching his rigid skinny peter slowly into her tender rectum. Linda howled with pain.
Juan was laughing. He rarely laughed that much, except when he saw someone being hurt.
Linda was almost fainting from the pain of his hard cock tearing into her ass. It occurred to her that it might not hurt so much if she relaxed and let her anal passage go slack. She tried it and felt immediate relief. Now she wasn't too tight for Jimmy's tiny cock.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Jimmy sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm in!"
When her anus relaxed, he was able to sink himself clear down to the root of his cock in her wonderfully hot, slick rectum. It felt fantastic. Also he could feel Kyle's big prick working away in her cunt, right next to his. He began to imitate Kyle's rhythm and found it a real turn-on.
Linda gasped. When Jimmy began that slow in-and-out movement of his cock, working right along with Kyle, it was like being double-fucked, and the sensation was delicious. Her belly was fully stuffed with hard cock, two cocks at once, intensifying her pleasure. She fought to keep from showing how much she enjoyed it.
"How do you like that, cunt?" Juan sneered. "Is that enough cock for you?"
"Bastard," Linda hissed.
Juan laughed evilly. "Oh, it ain't enough, huh? Well, I'll see that you get more. We're gonna fuck you raw, baby, any way we have to do it."
She could understand Juan's wild excitement. He thought she was in terrible pain, and he intended to add to it. Well, why deceive him? Maybe he'd be satisfied after this and let her go. She kept quiet, although it was hard to do so when that delicious two-cock play was going on in her cunt and asshole. She'd never felt anything half as exciting.
"Your turn, Eddie," Juan said.
"Yeah," said Eddie, "but where?"
"Her mouth, dummy," Juan said. "Stick it in her mouth."
Eddie brightened and went to join the strange group in the middle of the room. He found it hard to take his eyes off Kyle's aunt, she was so beautiful. Those gorgeous, big, pointed tits were rubbing against Kyle's chest, quivering like jello. Her beautiful round butt rubbed Jimmy's belly as he cornholed her. She was some woman, all right. Eddie looked hungrily at her mouth.
Linda returned his scrutiny as he came to stand beside her, his thigh brushing her shoulder. She saw his stubby, stiff cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. The head was so engorged that it was brownish-red, and thick bright cock-juice oozed steadily from the little hole of his glans.
She thought of taking that fat little sausage in her mouth, and suddenly she felt hot excitement.
It was the fucking that did it, she was sure.
Jimmy and Kyle were arousing her to sharp, horny need as their twin cocks jerked deliciously in her cunt and ass, doubling her sensual pleasure. She was creaming hotly, abundantly now, eager for all the excitement she could get.
Lust made her crazy, wild. She wanted to suck Eddie's cock.
When she opened her mouth voluntarily, Eddie damn near shot his load right then and there. He was still in awe of this lovely mature woman. Timidly he poked his rigid fat dick between her lips, shivering with excitement as he felt the slick, warm tongue.
"Awwwww, jeez," he whined.
Linda closed her lips around his throbbing stiff meat and gave it a hard quick suck, pulling him into her mouth till his bloated pink balls rubbed her chin.
"Wow!" Eddie yelped.
As she began to suck him ravenously, in hard quick strokes, the boy flushed pink with excitement and began to moan. Eddie was always a quick comer, and he threatened to be no different this time.
Juan hurried over. "Take it easy, man," he ordered. "Take it slow. I want this to last."
Trembling, Eddie did his best to obey, moving his swollen meat slowly in Linda's fiery wet mouth.
Juan stood back to survey his work. The bitch was fully stuffed with cock now, her whole body exploited. Eddie's short fat prick eased wet and gleaming between her lips. Kyle's big dong flashed in and out of her widely-stretched pink pussylips.
Jimmy's sharp little poker reamed her tight asshole. Juan looked at her face and detected fear and repulsion. He saw what he wanted to see.
He grinned, satisfied. Then he unzipped his fly.
Linda watched him out of the corner of her eye, wondering how in God's name he intended to get in on the act. She didn't have another orifice left, no place for his thick dark prick. She was intensely excited as she felt the three jerking cocks in her mouth, cunt, and ass. To hell with Juan. She didn't care if he was left out.
But Juan wasn't left out. Standing where she could see him plainly just over Kyle's shoulder, he began to jerk off.
He leered at her. "I don't want my cock inside no whore," he said harshly. "I'm gonna jack off on you. That's all you deserve."
The other boys laughed appreciatively, and Juan's brown fist began to fly as he pumped his rigid meat. Only Linda understood how sick the boy was, how demented.
She didn't have time to dwell on it. Her whole body was fiery and dizzy with pleasure. The boys were growing impatient, fucking her faster and faster, increasing the sweet hot friction in her pussy. She was glad she had Eddie's jerking meat in her mouth. That way she couldn't cry out and reveal her pleasure.
"UUMMMPF!" She couldn't help that muffled sound.
A powerful orgasm swept over her, and her body went into helpless convulsions. Her cunt and asshole contracted to narrow, hot holes, and Kyle and Jimmy were helplessly milked of their jism.
She could hear their yelps and sighs of bliss, feel the hot sting of their cum in her cunt and ass. She sucked furiously on Eddie's jerking prick and was rewarded with a delicious throatful of cum.
As she swayed soundlessly in the ecstasy of her climax, she saw Juan, still leering at her, still believing she was in pain. His fist worked faster and faster on his erect drooling prick. And then, suddenly, before she could close her eyes, she was sprayed with a gleaming shower of his jism.
Juan laughed delightedly. "That's what we do to pig-lovers," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Pig-lover."
It reminded her, in a perverse way, that she was late for her date with Fred. Too late. She could have wept. This sadistic gang had ruined her last chance for a decent normal life.
They were withdrawing from her now, one by one, lying on the rug to catch their breath and pass lewd remarks. They shamelessly ogled her flushed naked body. She felt soiled, defiled. She wiped Juan's sticky jism from her face as best she could.
What kind of life would she have if she remained their slave? How long would she have to put up with this humiliation? She decided to find out. She had nothing left to lose.
"Let me go now," she said to Juan. "Surely you've had enough. Give me those pictures and let me go. I won't tell about the burglaries."
"Oh, no, lady," Juan said. "No way. I ain't gonna let go of a good thing. We need a whore for our gang, and we need a place to meet and store our loot. You're too valuable to let go."
"Then at least let me go out this evening," Linda pleaded. "You know as long as you have those pictures, I won't tell on you. I don't want to be locked up like a prisoner. Just let me-"
"Go see that pig?" said Juan. "Uh-uh. Forget it."
Rage boiled inside her. Now she knew the answer to her question. Not only did Juan intend to keep her the sexual slave of his gang, he wasn't even going to allow her a private life. And that kind of life wasn't worth living. Suddenly she didn't care who saw those pictures. Her life was over anyhow. She didn't care about anything except being free of Juan and his vicious gang.
She stood up. "Go ahead, show the pictures," she said. "I don't care any more. I'm getting dressed, and I'm leaving."
The boys looked at each other in consternation. Their blackmail scheme had failed. They had no more hold over her. She might go to the police, anything.
"Grab her!" Juan shouted.
The boys seized her and dragged her before their scowling leader. "Okay, lady," said Juan, "so you don't care about the pictures. Well, I'll think of something else, because there's no way in the world I'm gonna let you fink on us. I'll think of something to shut your mouth."
"There's nothing you can do to stop me," Linda said defiantly, "except to kill me. Why don't you just do it and get it over with?"
Juan shook his head. "Uh-uh. A murder rap is too heavy. I don't want that on my back." He mused awhile longer, then suddenly grinned. "I got it," he said. "I know how to change your mind."
The boys looked at him expectantly. Juan put on his jacket and headed for the door. "I'll be back pretty soon," he said. "I gotta go get some, uh, equipment. You guys keep her here."
* * *
It was a quarter to seven, and Fred Scott was still waiting in front of the city police station. He tapped his foot impatiently. He couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.
He was certain that he'd told Linda to meet him at six. He was also certain that she had wanted to meet him, was eagerly looking forward to their date. There were any number of explanations for her lateness-a stalled car, illness, some last minute hang-up. But all she had to do was phone the station and tell him. She wasn't an inconsiderate person, he was sure of that.
Fred began to get worried. All those burglaries taking place in her neighborhood-what if the thieves had struck at Linda's apartment?
It might be a silly idea, but he couldn't afford to take a chance. He ran for his car.
* * *
"Kyle, this is insane," Linda said. "You're getting into deeper and deeper trouble. It's not just burglaries now, it's kidnapping. You're holding me against my will. Please, be sensible. Let me go now, and I promise not to tell the police anything. You can still be free."
Kyle shook his head. "Juan wouldn't like that," he said.
Linda sighed. During Juan's absence she'd tried to persuade the other boys to let her go, but they wouldn't listen to reason. Juan had a powerful hold over them. He was the leader, and they wouldn't act or even think without his permission. Her cause seemed hopeless. Half an hour passed in agonizing suspense for Linda before the swarthy Juan returned to the apartment.
He led a large dark grey German shepherd into the room.
"Hey, what's the dog for?" said Kyle.
"Yeah," said Eddie, "I don't get it. You said you were going for some equipment."
Juan's grin froze Linda's blood.
"This is the equipment," he said. "His name's Duke. He's gonna help us change her mind."
The other boys pressed him for an explanation, but Juan enjoyed keeping them in suspense. He helped himself to a beer and got comfortable on the couch before he told them his plan.
"This is a special dog," he said. "Some people I know trained him to do a certain trick. Maybe none of you guys ever been down to Sixth Street."
Eddie snickered. "Naw, but I heard about that place. They have whores down there, and kinky shows."
"Right," Juan said, "and Duke here is part of the show."
"What does he do?" Kyle said. "I still don't get it."
Juan leered at him. "He makes it with broads," he said.
"What?" Kyle laughed. "You're shitting me!"
"No, he isn't," Jimmy said. "I heard about it, too. My older brother saw it a couple times. This here dog fucks girls. I mean he makes it with humans."
"That's right," said Juan. "As a special favor, my friends let me borrow him tonight. We gotta steal a certain thing for them, then we'll be even. But we won't worry about that now. We'll just lay back and watch the fun." He turned to look at Linda, who was sitting rigidly in her chair, her face chalky pale.
"You dig, don't you, doll?" he said with menacing softness. "You see what I got in mind?"
Linda shook her head slowly, jerkily, in shocked disbelief. "You can't mean-"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean," said Juan. "You either swear to do exactly as we say, swear never to see that cop again, or else I'm gonna make you fuck this dog."
"Oh, my GOD!"
Linda's voice trailed off. She closed her eyes, trying desperately to think. Her first impulse was to promise him anything, to swear to anything, just so she wouldn't have to do that unspeakably horrible act-to have sex with a dog. The very idea chilled her blood.
On the other hand, if she gave in to Juan, she would have no life of her own. Her days would be spent in the apartment, either tied up or having her body used for the gang's perverse pleasures. Worst of all, she'd never see Fred Scott again, never have a chance with a decent man her own age. It was unthinkable.
"Make up your mind, lady." Juan was getting impatient. "You got two choices. You can become part of the gang, help us steal stuff, fuck us whenever we want it, do exactly as I say. Or else you can make it with Duke here. Which is it gonna be?"
She had two choices, all right. She could either give up her life to the gang, or she could endure a brief but hideous experience right now. Much as she loathed the idea, she knew how it had to be.
She looked at Juan defiantly.
"I'd rather fuck a dog than YOU," she said.
The other boys cracked up. "Gee, Juan," Jimmy giggled, "I think she doesn't like you very much."
Juan wasn't amused. His dark face twisted with rage. "Okay," he said sullenly, "she's made her choice. Let's get on with it."
The boys were eager for the kinky show.
"How do we get him to do it?" said Kyle, looking at the huge German shepherd.
"My friends told me all about it," said Juan. "First he has to get her scent. Here, I'll show you."
Linda felt like an ice statue as she watched Juan make his preparations for the disgusting act. She would have done anything to escape, except surrender her life to him, become his slave. She simply had to endure what was to come.
Juan went over to the dog and patted him, speaking softly to him. "Okay, boy, come on. It's time now, Duke."
The big grey dog rose to his feet, panting, interested.
"Get her down on the floor," Juan said to his friends. "On her back, legs spread."
Linda began to weep. She didn't struggle, though. It would have done her no good. She allowed the boys to lead her to the center of the room and ease her down on the thick carpet. Kyle bent her legs out and up, fully exposing the bright pink line of her pussy.
"Okay, Duke, over here." Juan gently led the dog across the room to where Linda lay. When they were close enough, he let the dog go.
"Now all we gotta do is sit back and enjoy," he laughed.
The boys flopped into comfortable chairs and watched breathlessly as the big panting dog approached Linda. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't move. She waited, legs spread wide, knees drawn up.
The dog sniffed the air a few times and caught the enticing female scent that emanated from her crotch. Duke whined softly, then padded closer to Linda. He stepped between her legs, sniffed again. Then he gave a shudder of excitement and lay down between her widely parted thighs, his cold wet nose touching her fluffy cunt-hairs.
"Shit, what's he gonna do, go to sleep?" said Eddie.
"Naw, he's just gotta get worked up," said Juan. "Wait and see."
Linda had flinched when the dog's cold nose touched her, but she remained quiet. Best not to alarm the animal, she thought. He could be vicious if she resisted. But she could not control the terrified trembling of her body.
Duke sniffed eagerly in her crotch, and then, to the squealing delight of the boys, his long, red tongue lolled out, dripping with saliva, and began to play hungrily over Linda's exposed snatch.
Linda flinched again. The animal's tongue was hot, rough, and very wet. She felt it rasping over her sensitive clit, over the swollen folds of her pussy lips, over her tightly clenched asshole. A dog licking her pussy. She felt sick.
"He seems to dig the taste," Jimmy giggled.
"Yeah, that's what's gonna get him excited," said Juan.
The boys watched in fascination and wicked glee as the German shepherd eagerly licked and tasted every inch of Linda's pretty pink snatch. Obviously the dog was excited. His hair stood on end, and he whined and panted. His long, gleaming, red tongue dripped saliva onto Linda's exposed slit. His tail wagged briskly.
Duke began by licking her wrinkled, brown asshole, thoroughly cleaning it with his rough busy tongue. Then he worked upward to her creamy cunt and the fat reddish-pink lips of her cunt, tonguing eagerly and hungrily. He ended his exploration by lapping her tender red clit, cleaning it of its juices.
Linda felt strange, very strange.
She could hardly believe it, but the dog's huge rough tongue felt fantastically good to her. She loved to have her pussy eaten, but no human tongue was ever as good as this. She fought with herself, told herself that it was wicked, hideous, to enjoy such a thing.
Yet, damn, it felt nice.
Duke stood over her, panting, giving her a wide doggy grin. His wet brown eyes gleamed as they focused once more on her fragrant pink slit. Suddenly the big dog lowered his head, and she felt his long swishing tongue thrusting deep into her cunt.
"OOOOOOO!" she gasped.
The boys were highly amused, of course. "Jesus, look at that," said Eddie. "He stuck his tongue right up her cunt."
"Hey, Auntie, how does it feel?" Kyle taunted.
Linda didn't reply. She was totally involved in the searing pleasure she felt as the thick dog tongue stuffed her ever-horny little cunt. She couldn't believe how good it felt. Of course she'd die before letting those leering sadists know she liked it, but her silent enjoyment made her whole body shake.
Duke's thick drooling tongue wormed deeper and deeper into her narrow cunt, and she creamed helplessly around it. The dog tasted this new flow of musky juice and began to lick it up eagerly, reaming and probing for more. He cleaned her cunt of all its delicious juice,, and as he did, Linda approached a peak of ecstasy. His tongue was wonderfully thick and mobile, exciting her sharply.
"Look at that bugger go," Jimmy snickered. "He sure likes to eat pussy."
"Yeah, but when's he gonna ball her?" Kyle asked. He was quickly bored, jaded, by any sexual act, always looking for more kinky thrills.
"Real soon," Juan said, his eyes gleaming sadistically. "Look there at his belly."
They saw what Juan had already observed.
"Holy shit," said Eddie, "look at the size of his cock!"
From Duke's thick-furred belly, his long thick canine dick was slowly emerging. The boys stared at it, felt dwarfed by it. Even Kyle felt inadequate when he looked at that huge fat red prick. It seemed as big around as his fist.
Linda was not in a position to see the development of Duke's mammoth erection. In fact, she had her eyes shut in total bliss as the eager animal continued to ream her hot hungry cunt. When he had finally licked her clean and withdrew his thick tongue, she gave a sigh of disappointment. It had felt so damned nice.
Duke drew back, wagging his bushy tail impatiently. He gave a shrill whine. His enormous dog-prick was fully descended now, huge and red and gleaming. He was possessed by the frantic urge to fuck.
"Hey, bitch," Juan called, "roll over. On your hands and knees."
Linda opened her eyes and blinked at him. In her sensual ecstasy, she'd almost forgotten the gang, forgotten that she was to be punished. Her heart contracted with fear as she realized the moment had come.
Now she was going to have to fuck that dog.
"Hurry up, will you?" Juan snapped. "He can't do it to you that way. You gotta roll over. You gotta do it like another dog."
Linda understood well enough. But she was reluctant to move. She thought of taking a big slimy dog-cock into her body, and she almost fainted with repulsion. No, she couldn't do THAT, no matter what the alternative. It was too awful.
"Dammit, roll over!" Juan said. "You wanta get slapped?"
The threat made Linda roll onto her side, start to obey, but then she saw Duke's gigantic red prick. It was huge, impossibly huge. She fell back on the rug and wept.
"Nooooo," she sobbed, "no, I can't, I just can't..."
Juan shot from his chair, raging. "Like hell you won't! We'll hold you. Come on, give me some help with her."
Rough hands seized Linda, rolled her over, and held her in position on her hands and knees. They forced her round little ass high into the air. She wept frantically.
"Okay, Duke," said Juan, almost panting in his evil excitement, "come on. Come on, boy."
* * *
Fred Scott parked his car in front of Linda's building and hurried upstairs to her apartment, too impatient to wait for the elevator. By now he was really worried. Linda just wasn't the type to break a date without any explanation. There must be something terribly wrong.
He reached her door and was about to ring the bell, when he thought better of it. His police experience told him to listen first. He put his ear to the door. At first the sounds were strange, muffled, and unintelligible, though he could tell there were several people-a female and several males.
The voices got louder. Fred distinctly recognized Linda's voice when she screamed, "No! Oh, my God, NO!"
Alarmed, he tried the door. It was locked. Fred drew back, aimed his shoulder at the door.
* * *
As the boys tried to hold her in place for the aroused German shepherd, Linda fought with all her strength and determination. This was one punishment, one humiliation, she simply could not endure. Yet she knew she was no match for four tough adolescents. After a short time, they exhausted her strength, and she went limp and weeping.
"Okay, we got her now," Juan panted. "Just hold her like that while I get the dog."
Many pairs of -hands held her arms and legs, forcing her into a crouching posture, her shapely ass held high in the air. She was in perfect position for the big panting dog. Juan led him forward and gave him instructions, while the eager German shepherd sniffed at the enticing scent of Linda's crotch.
"All right, boy," said Juan soothingly, "all right. It's time. Mount, Duke. Mount!"
He let go of the dog, and the well-trained animal leaped for its target, landing astride Linda's back. She cried out in terror, but the boys held her in place.
Panting hard, his long red tongue hanging out, Duke wrapped his furry forearms around her body and wriggled his hindquarters between her thighs. The boys could see his huge red doggy-dick hammering at the soft pink line of her slit, seeking entrance to her body.
"Oh, God," Linda moaned, "don't do this to me, please!"
"Shut up," Juan said impatiently. "This was your choice, bitch. You had a chance to join us, and you turned it down. You wanted that stinking cop instead. Well, now you're gonna pay."
There was no point in arguing with him, of course, but Linda was scared out of her wits. She could feel the dog's big hard cock now, pounding brutally against her tender pussy, blindly seeking to penetrate her. The monstrous animal held her in a crushing grip, and she felt his hot saliva dripping onto her back.
To let an animal fuck her-no, she couldn't bear it.
"Kyle," she whimpered, "please stop him, please ..."
Kyle laughed. "What, and miss the show? No way, Auntie. I wanta see you get it from this dog." Linda sobbed helplessly as the huge German Shepherd continued to batter her tender tissues. She remembered how big his cock had looked in her brief glimpse of it, and she feared it would tear her apart.
"UUUUUHHHHHH!'' she gasped. "UUUUUU-HHHHHH!"
"He's in!" Juan cried. "Look at that!"
Still holding Linda in place, the others looked as best they could. They saw Duke's fantastically thick prick splitting Linda's pink pussy lips wide, saw the gleaming red shaft of his canine cock gliding into her.
"Oh, man," said Eddie, "this dog is hung. He's huge."
"She oughta like it, then," Juan said contemptuously. "She likes big ones."
Linda's blue eyes were wide with shock and fright as she felt the dog penetrating her. His cock was so thick that she could hardly breathe. She felt the tight painful splitting of her cunt-mouth, the thick cruel stuffing of her narrow pussy.
"Oh, get him off me," she moaned. "He'll hurt me ... "
"You deserve it," Juan said, "you cop-loving fink."
She didn't hear any more of his tirade. The dog was leaning close over her, whining shrilly as he found his mark. Duke was in high excitement as he dug his big red prick into her hot fleshy sheath. His body trembled lustily, and his long tail wagged furiously.
"We can let go of her now," said Juan. "She ain't gonna get away."
He was right. When the boys let go of her, she found herself weighted down by the heavy dog, held firmly in his grip. She tried to wrench her ass away from his attack, but his huge cock was deeply lodged in her, and she could not get off the impalement.
Duke howled, jerked his shaggy hips, and forced his cock to complete penetration of her tight, protesting cunt. She felt him butting her womb. She was so widely stretched that she was sure she'd burst.
"Help me," she cried, "please, get him off me... "
The boys made no move to help, of course. They crouched near her, watching with wicked glee as the dog's great red organ pierced her tiny cunt-mouth again and again. ' She could only help herself. She remembered how it had been when Jimmy buggered her-when she relaxed, it wasn't so bad. She tried it again, letting her cunt go slack and unresisting. It worked. Now there was room for that enormous brutal organ.
Duke felt her surrender, and he gave an excited howl. Now he could work his prick freely in her, and he began to fuck her in typical dog-style, brutally hard and fast. His great thickness reamed her narrow cunt of its juices, setting up a lewd squishing noise that made her audience howl with laughter.
"Uh, uh, UHHH," Linda gasped.
Never had she been fucked so hard, so brutally-yet now that she'd relaxed, it wasn't hurting any more. In fact it was kind of exciting. Hot friction quickly built up in her fully stuffed cunt as the dog plunged his huge dick back and forth. She felt herself becoming helplessly aroused.
Juan caught her eye and leered. "Hey, bitch," he taunted, "you like doing it with a dog?"
"Yeah, Auntie," Kyle chimed in, "how's it feel? That's a lotta cock, ain't it?"
Linda couldn't reply to their sadistic remarks. It was all she could do to breathe, with Duke's huge dong ramming her steadily, knocking the breath from her. In spite of herself, it was giving her more and more pleasure. She felt a hot tingling in her cunt, helpless creaming, as the giant dog prick sawed and probed deep inside her.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, "OOHHHHH ..."
She could hardly believe it, but she felt she was going to come. She loathed the idea of being fucked by a dog, cringed to feel that long slimy prick inside her, yet she was being balled mercilessly toward a climax. It was impossible to resist that sweet friction in her cunt, the delicious tugging on her sensitive clit.
"Ummmmm," she whimpered.
Duke was approaching his orgasm, too, and like every other dog he fucked harder and harder as his excitement rose. His great furry body pounded over her, his shaggy hips jerked with blinding speed. He began to whine shrilly. Linda felt the first jet of his canine jism against her womb, and in that moment her own climax hit.
It was long, powerful, dizzying. She literally couldn't see the room around her as she went into the ecstatic convulsions of coming. She opened her legs as wide as she could to the dog's final thrusts, and she whined and clawed the rug.
At last it was over, Duke slipping off her shaking body, padding away to lick himself. Linda collapsed, trembling and sighing. My God, she hoped the boys hadn't noticed how much she'd enjoyed the dog's fucking.
"Hey, Auntie," said Kyle, "we got a surprise for you."
Dizzily Linda looked up to see Juan standing before her, grinning, holding his camera.
"We took a few pictures of you with Duke," he said. "They oughta turn out real nice."
Pictures? Pictures of her being fucked by a dog?
"No!" Linda screamed. "Oh, my God, NO!"
The boys laughed, but their amusement was cut short when the front door split and shattered, and Fred Scott came crashing into the room.
CHAPTER NINE
It was hard to say who was more surprised, Fred or the boys.
The teenagers gawked to find a policeman in their midst, and Fred gawked as he took in the scene: Linda naked and weeping, the ropes on the chair, the dog. He quickly deduced what had happened, and his mind reeled with shock and disgust.
He was the first to recover, though, thanks to his training. He drew his service revolver and displayed his badge.
"I think you guys know me already," he said roughly. "Especially you." He looked at Juan. "We've had a few dealings before. You wanta tell me what's going on here, or should we talk down at the station?"
"Up yours, pig," said Juan.
The other boys were pale and silent, obviously frightened.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Fred said. "Linda, are you all right?" He found it hard not to stare at her gorgeous naked body.
"Yes," she said shakily, "I'm okay. I'm charging these boys with kidnapping, among other things."
"That's good enough for a start," said Fred. "Phone the station and have some help sent over."
Linda obeyed, but before the other officers arrived, there were a few things she had to take care of. She ran to her room, slipped on a robe, and then returned to the living room to take care of the final detail.
"Fred," she said anxiously, "before the others get here-well, inside Juan's jacket, you'll find some photos. Also there's some film in the camera. I-I have to have those pictures. I don't want anyone else to see them."
Fred understood. Without a word, he reached inside Juan's jacket-the swarthy boy sneering at him but afraid to speak up-and retrieved a fistful of colored photos. He confiscated the camera, too, and handed the lot to Linda.
"They're yours," he said.
She was crying with relief. "Thank you, Fred. You don't know what this means to me."
"I know what it means," Juan said, unable to resist one last taunt. "Them pictures are of her making it with-"
Fred slapped him hard across the mouth, drawing blood. "If I hear one more word out of you, or your friends, about those pictures, I'll personally smash you to a pulp," Fred said furiously. "You dig? No matter where you are, I'll get to you."
Juan backed off. "Okay, okay," he said.
Other policemen arrived and took the boys away to be booked. Fred remained with Linda and got her testimony.
She didn't hold anything back. She wanted Juan and the gang in jail for a long, long time. She told Fred about the burglaries, showed him the stolen goods in Kyle's closet. She told how the boys had forced her to keep quiet, how they'd abused her.
"That's plenty," Fred said gently. "You don't have to go into detail."
They were sitting on the sofa, sipping drinks while Fred took notes. Linda looked at him searchingly. She could tell that this big cop was highly attracted to her, wanted her-and she wanted him. But if it was to be a lasting relationship, she knew it had to be based on the truth.
"Fred," she said uneasily, "I have to go into detail. You have to know what really happened. Otherwise I can't live with myself."
He studied the beautiful blonde. She was not only stunning, she was bright and sincere, unlike any other woman he'd known. He felt instinctively that she was the one for him. He felt protective toward her.
"Linda," he said,, "you really don't have to say anything more. I know you're okay, and that's all that matters."
"No," she said stubbornly. "I want you to know the whole story. First, I want you to look at these pictures."
She had them all clutched in her hands, including the latest ones Juan had taken of her and the dog. Trembling, she passed them to Fred.
He looked them over quickly, keeping his face expressionless. He'd seen plenty of photos like this in his work, and his only reaction was to note how beautiful she looked, how exciting. He couldn't tell her that, of course.
He got up and put the pictures in the fireplace and lit a match to them. "Well?" he said.
"The-the ones with Kyle," she said. "You can tell I wasn't being forced there. He's my own nephew, Fred. I-I just couldn't control myself. You see, I was divorced five years ago, and until Kyle came along, there was no man in my life. I-I couldn't control my needs when he made love to me. I hate myself for it. My own flesh and blood, a boy young enough to be my son ... "
She broke down, weeping. Fred wanted desperately to hold her, comfort her, but he knew she had to get it out in the open, make her confession, before she'd feel right. He forced himself to play the role of policeman.
"And the ones with the dog?" he said. Linda shuddered. "They forced me to do it. The boys. They said I had two choices-keep quiet about the burglaries, become their sex slave, never see you again-or else do it with the dog. I chose the dog."
Fred clenched his fists. "Bastards," he muttered.
"But, Fred." She could hardly speak, she was crying so hard. "That's not all of it. When I was actually doing it-w-with the dog-I enjoyed it."
That was the last and most shameful confession, and she buried her face in her hands and wept uncontrollably.
Fred turned from the fireplace and looked at her. He felt no repulsion, no condemnation. All he saw was a beautiful sexy woman who could go beyond the normal rules of sex, a woman open to adventure and experiment, the kind of woman he'd always dreamed of having.
He went to her, held her.
"It's all right," he said. "It's over. No one will ever, know but me. It's time to start forgetting ail that, Linda, time to start living."
She looked up at him, unbelieving. "You could still like me, after what I told you?"
"Easily," Fred said. "Listen, I been around, I've seen everything, and I know nobody's perfect. You're plenty good enough for me. And frankly, I like a woman who digs sex as much as you do. A lot of my buddies are married, and they're complaining all the time about their wives not wanting to fuck. Well, to hell with that. I want a woman who likes to do it."
Linda caught the challenge in his eyes, and she blushed, but she didn't look away. She liked what he said. Always she'd wanted a man who was as lusty and sensual as she was. Not a selfish boy like Kyle, not a timid weak-blooded husband like Jerry, but a real man, a man with balls. Like Fred Scott.
Her little pink tongue darted out briefly, saucily, to lick and moisten her full red lips. She said nothing, but Fred got the message. He bent toward her quickly and kissed her.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
Her whole body flamed with lusty excitement when Fred put his powerful arms around her and drew her against his big hard body. She returned his embrace, feeling his broad shoulders and brawny chest. When his tongue touched hers, she met it, tickling and teasing it with her own naughty tongue. She felt him shiver with excitement.
He drew her closer, till her big full tits flattened against his chest. His tongue was nearly to her throat. She felt a dizzying attack of horniness that made her crotch go wet with hot pussy-juice. She squirmed and sighed.
"Jesus," Fred gasped when they broke the kiss. "You make me hot."
"The feeling is mutual," Linda laughed softly.
He looked at her searchingly, wondering if she meant it, wondering if she was different. So many women were prick-teasers, giving you a big come on, then refusing to fuck. He'd met far too many of that kind. If only she was different, for real.
He decided to find out.
She was wearing a loose filmy red robe secured only by a sash around her waist. The neckline was deep, almost to her belly, showing the ripe swelling cleavage of her tits. Fred slipped one hand inside the neck of her robe and eased his hand over one tit. It felt huge and hot and tingling. The flesh was satiny, the nipple an enticing little bump.
He squeezed gently. Linda held his gaze, her eyes bold and inviting. She didn't push his hand away.
Fred felt hot excitement in his crotch, felt his prick rising to the occasion. Jesus, if only she really meant it. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently began to slide her robe down. Still she didn't resist.
The silky robe slid smoothly down her soft flesh, and he easily got it off her arms, down to her waist. Only then did he allow himself to look at her fantastic boobs.
"Jesus," was all he could say.
They were the most beautiful knockers in the world, he was convinced of that. Big, very big, but not saggy or elongated. They were perfectly round and firm, two great globes of creamy white flesh, dotted by two cute pink nipples. They were dream tits.
Gently, almost in awe, Fred rested his big rough hands under the fullness of her huge breasts, lifting, testing. They felt heavy in his hands yet softly delicate. Linda sighed as he played with them. He gave them a gentle squeeze, then a firmer, more lusty massage, as if still not believing their beauty.
Linda laughed. "Yes, Fred, they're real."
He laughed, too. "I can tell. And they're beautiful, too. Do you mind, if-uh-"
"Whatever you want," she said, "I enjoy it, too, you know."
He swallowed hard. Her gentle but sexy cooperation was more exciting than the most blatant come on. Somehow she managed to be a lady and a temptress at the same time. He bent his head over her white swelling tits and began to kiss them.
She tasted good. Everything about her was soft and fragrant and lovely. Fred cupped one big warm tit and raised up the sweet strawberry-pink nipple to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked the enticing little nub.
"Ahhhhh," Linda sighed.
She was clutching his shoulder, and now he felt her nails digging in as horny excitement gripped her. Her nipple was so sensitive. His wet, swishing tongue sent jolts of pleasure right down her body, into her already soaked pussy. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"I want to suck your tit," Fred found himself saying, much to his surprise. He usually kept his feelings to himself.
"Do it," she said breathlessly, "do it."
He opened his lips, formed them hungrily around her sweet pink nipple and closed. He began to suck, gently at first, then with increasing hunger. He liked the feel of that hard tasty nub in his mouth. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and Linda squealed with pleasure.
Something about this man was turning her on powerfully. It wasn't his looks. Fred was far from handsome. His rugged face looked like it had been through the war. It wasn't his style. He had all the sophistication and polish of an ox. Perhaps it was his vibes-his gutsiness and honesty. She didn't know. She only knew that she was creaming for him, aching for him.
"Yes," she murmured, "oh, yes, suck me ... "
Fred sucked noisily, wetly, on her tender nipple till he felt it going hard and bumpy in his mouth, rigid with arousal. Then he turned his attention to the other nipple, still soft and smooth. He sucked it in hotly, swished his tongue around it, applied pressure.
"Ooooooo," Linda squealed. "My God, that's exciting!"
She wasn't lying. She was really getting out of hand, she realized. Her flowing cunt-cream had soaked right through the skirt of her robe, making a damp puddle on the sofa.
She wasn't content to remain passive any longer. With eager fumbling fingers she began to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers.
She managed to slip off his shirt, and found herself gawking at his enormously broad chest and its thick matting of brown hair. Hairy men had always seemed ape-like to her, menacing, slightly repugnant. Not now. All that thick crisp hair excited her. She ran her hands over it, trembling, sighing.
Fred raised his mouth from her spit-soaked erect nipple, drew her against him so that her delicate swollen tits rubbed the thick curly hair. She rubbed back, grinning shamelessly at him.
"I'm not as pretty as you are," he chuckled.
"You'll do," said Linda.
He looked down at her big beautiful globe-shaped tits and wondered if he dared go farther. So far it had just been harmless necking, though powerfully exciting to him. He-didn't want to spoil his chances with her, scare her off.
Yet his cock was crowding his pants, straining in a fierce erection. He wanted her desperately. He prayed she wasn't acting, that she wanted him, too.
He put his hand on her silky leg, just below the knee where her robe had fallen open. He began to inch his hand slowly, gently, up her leg, and all the while he looked at her, watching her reaction.
Linda let her head loll back, her heavily-lashed eyes at half-mast. He saw her teeth flash in a sensual grin.
"Baby," he murmured.
As his hand approached her crotch, Linda felt herself cream again, a heavy hot rush of juice. She was tremendously excited. Never in her life had she wanted a man so much as she wanted Fred. She trembled as his big rough hand traveled up her leg, and she waited, limp and warm, not resisting.
Fred licked his lips. He had his hand on her thigh now, and she hadn't stopped him. Her skin was deliciously silky and warm. He moved on, under her robe, already feeling the moist heat of her pussy. At last his exploring fingers touched the first springy curls of her pussy.
He looked up at her, still uncertain of his reception. "Linda . . . ?"
"It's all right," she said. "I want you to touch me everywhere.
His cock gave another lurch, absolutely aching now in its confinement. Down boy, he thought. Be patient. If she really meant everything she said, he wouldn't go unsatisfied.
He moved his hand again, touched her golden cunt hairs. She didn't resist. He laid his whole hand on it, gently pressing up and down, feeling the clean crispy springy curls. Beneath it he felt the powerful radiating heat of her pussy.
"Yes," she whispered, "touch me there ..."
He slid his finger through her plump, slick cuntlips and touched her red-hot clit. As he began to rub the tiny nub, Linda gave a shuddering sigh and opened her legs wider. He felt a scalding rush of pussy-juice soaking his hand.
"Oooooo, yesss," she whined, "touch my clit!"
She dug her nails into his naked shoulders and arched her pussy up wantonly to meet his stroking finger. Fierce pleasure melted her belly as he rubbed the most sensitive organ of her body. She whined softly, loving his touch.
Fred was surprised and pleased at the intensity of her response. She wasn't faking it, he knew. A woman couldn't command her pussy to cream like that, it could only happen if she was genuinely aroused. As he stroked her tiny red clit, he felt the little organ growing and swelling, getting a miniature erection.
His cock twitched and creamed in sympathetic response. God, how he wanted her.
He slid his hand farther down into her steamy snatch, feeling around till he located the dripping hot mouth of her cunt. Gently he circled it with his fingertip, feeling the plump, swollen lips of her cunt, the narrow, slick hole that led into her body.
"Do you like that?" he whispered. "Like me to touch you there?"
"Yes," she whimpered, "oh, God yesss ..."
Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She was licking her lips, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Deliberately Fred watched her lovely flushed face as he slowly inserted his thick middle finger into her seething, wet cunt.
"Oooooo," she moaned.
Her blue eyes shot open, rolled wildly, then closed again as she concentrated on the delicious sensation of his finger easing into her famished cunt. Shamelessly she closed her silky cunt around him, nipping, squeezing.
"Oh, Christ," Fred sighed.
He could imagine that wet narrow sheath doing its naughty little number around his swollen meat, gripping and squeezing him. His exploring finger told him she had a beautiful cunt, very tight and muscular, yet deliciously wet and slick.
With his finger eased all the way into her horny little cunt, Linda couldn't control her lust at all. She began working her pussy homily up and down his inserted finger, and at the same time she fumbled around for his crotch.
She found it, touched it. He had an enormous hard-on, almost bursting his pants. Well, she'd soon relieve him of THAT. She found his fly, quickly tugged the zipper open. Slipping her hand inside, she paused for a moment in awe. He was hugely hung, bigger even than Kyle. His rock-hard throbbing prick felt a good nine inches long and wonderfully thick.
She eased it out of his pants and gawked. Her guess had been correct. He was hung like a horse. His huge prick stuck straight up from his belly, the head swollen and knobby and purple. From the dark slit-mouth of his glans, helpless cock-juice bubbled.
Linda leaned down and used her little pink tongue to lick up all his dribbling juice.
"Oh, Christ," Fred moaned.
He shivered with horny pleasure as he watched the beautiful blonde licking up all his cock-juice, rolling it around on her tongue in obvious enjoyment before she swallowed it. The sight turned him on as much as the sensation.
Boldly, he reached for the sash of her robe, untied it. The slick material fell away, and Linda easily slipped out of it. He gawked at her incredible body-the big jutting tits, the tiny firm waist, the long shapely legs-and most of air at the real blonde puff of her pussy. She was fantastic-and she was horny for HIM.
"Linda," he said hoarsely. He couldn't go on, couldn't say it. It seemed too crude to ask her to fuck, yet for the life of him he couldn't think how else to put it.
She helped him out. "Yes, darling," she said. "I want it, too. Make love to me, Fred."
It didn't seem real, this gorgeous blonde asking him to ball her, but he decided to try anyway. Hell, he wasn't about to be a gentleman, not at a time like this. He stood up and slipped off his shoes and pants. Linda gawked shamelessly at his huge muscular body, concentrating on the thick brown patch of his loins and his rampant erect cock and his great swollen reddish-pink balls.
He eased her down on her back. She smiled and opened her legs for him, throwing one long, shapely leg up over the back of the sofa, letting the other slide off the seat. Her pussy was wantonly offered to him. He saw the steady river of horny cream flowing from the tiny dark mouth of her cunt.
"Hurry, Fred," she moaned. "Put it in me. I want you, darling. I want your cock in me ... "
He couldn't have had a clearer invitation than that. Finally believing his luck, Fred grunted lustily and knelt between her wide-stretched legs. His hands shook with horny excitement as he fitted the huge red knob of his cock-head to her little wet cunt-mouth.
She groaned ecstatically as she felt his thick meat sinking into her. She arched her pussy up greedily to speed his penetration. His cock was wonderfully long, hard, and hot. She creamed furiously around it.
"Oh, Fred," she sighed, "that feels soooo good!"
"You're telling me," the big cop sighed.
Her cunt was perfect, tight enough to delight him but slick enough to allow easy entrance. With a happy sigh he sank onto her, letting his thick hard meat slip right up to her womb. He felt her scalding cream soaking and heating his dick. She wanted it, all right. He could never call Linda Davis a prick-teaser.
He began to fuck her, using long, slow deep thrusts. Dizzy pleasure washed over him as he worked his swollen horny meat in her silky wet sheath. Linda moaned and clung to him, working her hips in time to his strokes, obviously loving it.
"Oh, darling," she wailed, "it's so good! Deeper, deeper, yesss. I love it, Fred. I love the way you fuck me!"
The phone rang.
"SHIT," Fred said. "It's probably for me." Linda laughed. "Then I guess you better answer it."
He could just reach it from the nearby table without moving off her. It was for him, and it was Lieutenant Briggs, his superior, wanting to know how the robbery investigation was going.
"Uh, I'm just finishing up here, Lieutenant," Fred said with difficulty. Linda was wickedly jerking her hot, soaked cunt all around his deeply-buried prick.
"Yeah, we got a clear case against them," Fred said.
She used her powerful cunt muscles to squeeze his dick till he almost came. He let out a horny croak.
"What? Oh, nothing, Lieutenant. I just coughed. Yeah, I just got a few more notes to take, then I'll be finished." Fred could hardly talk now as Linda went on clenching her red-hot silky cunt around him, making him dizzy with pleasure.
"Ahhhhh," Fred moaned. "Uh, yeah, yeah, Lieutenant, I'm fine. Just a little tired. Let me get back to work here, and I'll have a report for you real soon. Ah, shit. Nothing, Lieutenant. I'll see you in awhile."
He hung up, sweating. Helplessly he laughed at Linda, who was wantonly sticking her tongue out at him. "What were you trying- to do," he said, "make me lose my job?"
She only laughed. She arched her hips up sharply, making his cock butt her womb, and Fred moaned. "Bitch," he muttered. "You wicked little bitch."
"You bet I am," said Linda. "You have no idea how wicked I am."
